In a car accident, Song Yiyi transmigrated into a book, her memories screaming that "the original owner would die miserably for pestering the military officer male lead."
When she was...
Song Yiyi looked at the clothes in the salesperson's hand with a hint of disgust on her face.
Although she is naturally beautiful.
But these pieces are a bit old.
Sure enough, the skirt that Cen Yue gave her at the last social gathering was an exception.
Before Cen Yue could say anything, the salesperson next to him spoke first.
"Comrade, is this clothing for you?"
The salesperson glanced at Song Yiyi and said with embarrassment: "That's not suitable. You should look at the one over there."
Song Yiyi looked in the direction the salesperson pointed.
All floral dresses.
Before she could speak, Cen Yue, who was standing next to her, said calmly, "No, I bought this for my father-in-law and mother-in-law. They don't understand, so please help me with the invoice."
The salesperson laughed. "Oh, I was thinking. You two just got married, right? Is this a return gift?"
Cen Yue nodded slightly.
The salesperson took another look at Song Yiyi and said, "Then buy these."
The salesperson thought that these two people looked like a couple.
But why does this wife look so stupid?
It seems like I don’t understand anything.
Nowadays, when visiting parents’ parents’ side, families with the means will basically buy clothes for their parents’ side.
The custom here is to return to the parents' home on the second day.
It would definitely be too late to buy it by then, so Cen Yue took advantage of every opportunity to prepare in advance.
After buying a lot.
Cen Yue took Song Yiyi back to the compound.
As soon as they got in the car, Song Yiyi asked, "Are these clothes for my parents?"
Cen Yue nodded, "Yeah."
Song Yiyi wisely chose to keep quiet.
These things involve her blind spots in knowledge.
In her two lifetimes combined, she has no experience in marriage.
Cen Yue actually understood it quite well.
"You want it too?" Cen Yue asked jokingly.
Song Yiyi realized it later and remembered the phrase "throw the money in my face" and quickly shook her head, "I don't want to."
It's somewhat embarrassing.
She raised her hand and rolled down the car window, pretending to look at the scenery outside.
Unexpectedly, Cen Yue had no intention of letting her go.
The jeep turned the corner.
Cen Yue curled his lips and chuckled, his tone casual: "I know, you want to be hit by money."
Song Yiyi suddenly turned to look at Cen Yue and said before he could finish his next sentence, "I know you want to be hit too. Well, think about it. Dreams can hold anything."
She chose to follow Cen Yue's path.
Who cares whether Cen Yue has a way to go.
The news that Political Commissar Cen and Song Yiyi were going to hold a wedding banquet on August 8th soon spread throughout the compound.
The man is Cen Yue and the woman’s brother is Gu Chengze.
The identities of both of them are there.
No invitation is needed. Once everyone knows about it, they come to us and express their desire to participate.
The military wives, led by Aunt Wang, also came to ask Song Yiyi.
After receiving Song Yiyi's affirmative answer, Aunt Wang patted her chest and said, "Yiyi, remember what I said, I will always stand by your side, right?"
Song Yiyi nodded while chewing the melon.
Aunt Wang's face was filled with pride. "I've decided. On your wedding day, I'll have my daughter take a day off to do your makeup!"
"I'll make sure you're dressed up beautifully! Political Commissar Cen will be weak in the knees when he sees you!"
A sister-in-law said, "Yes, if there is anything I can help you with, just ask."
"We'll come early in the morning and we'll all sit at the maiden's table."
As for where the men in the family go, they don't care.
There is still a week until the banquet.
A group of people started chattering and discussing how to intimidate Cen Yue.
How to help Song Yiyi gain more say.
Even though everyone knows that the promises made during marriage may not be valid, they are still eager to try and excited.
Aunt Wang raised her hand, slapping the square table with her hands. "Don't worry about the political commissar or not. If you want to marry our Yiyi, you have to get past us first."
"Yes, at least from now on, Yiyi will have the final say in this family!"
Several aunts and sisters-in-law were extremely excited.
It looks quite impressive.
Song Yiyi twitched her lips, a slow smile on her face: "Auntie, that's Cen Yue, do you dare?"
She hadn't forgotten how a group of people abandoned her and ran away last time.
It's not that I hold a grudge.
I just want them to calm down and see the facts clearly.
Aunt Wang: “…”
The military wives: “…”
Everyone was silent as a chicken.
Busy.
Soon the day of the wedding banquet arrived.
Before dawn in the morning, Song Yiyi was pulled out of bed by Aunt Wang.
"Oh, my little ancestor, how can you sleep?"
Behind Aunt Wang was a woman about 27 or 28 years old who looked like a cut above her.
Even had the same smile on their faces.
Song Yiyi thought it was too intense, but after rubbing her eyes, she realized she was not mistaken.
Aunt Wang pushed her out and said, "Don't look at me. This is my daughter. Go wash your face and brush your teeth."
As soon as Song Yiyi left, Cai Mengjun came over with red eggs and warmly invited everyone to eat together.
A few days ago, red wedding characters of various shapes were pasted all over the yard.
The house was also filled with dowry items.
When Aunt Wang learned that Cen Yue did not give Song Yiyi a betrothal gift, she sighed and beat her chest for a long time.
I secretly thought that the leader was really stingy.
Aunt Wang kept asking questions, so Song Yiyi had no need to hide anything and just told the truth.
The night before, Song Minghui had comforted her, saying a lot of things like she should be considerate of Cen Yue, not care about these things in the new era, and just live a good life in the future.
Song Yiyi didn't care.
I always feel that Song Minghui is not comforting her, but trying to convince himself.
Song Minghui turned around and stuffed a passbook into her dowry box.
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