Song Wanyue explained, "Comrade, that's my husband. We got the marriage certificate today. I just used the marriage certificate to buy a thermos and candy. He's not marrying into my family. He's already given me money to use. He's not a gigolo."
After this explanation, the salesperson felt a little embarrassed.
She said in an apologetic tone, "Really? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you guys buying things with your marriage certificate just now. I thought he was handsome, but I'm narrow-minded. I wish you a happy marriage and a baby soon."
"It's okay, thank you for your blessing."
Jiang Ze came back after buying popsicles and handed them over.
"Wanyue, come and have some popsicles. It's so hot today."
Song Wanyue took the popsicle and the two of them ate it while walking.
"Jiang Ze, after we watch the movie, let's go to the state-owned restaurant. I heard they have beef today."
Beef is hard to come by now, but cows are good animals as they can work in the fields.
Except for accidental deaths, no one would bear to kill them for food.
"Okay, let's buy some and eat them with mom and dad after we finish watching the movie."
"OK."
It was almost eleven o'clock when the two returned to the Song family.
Mother Song happily handed a red envelope to the two of them.
The more the mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law, the more satisfied she became.
"Here, take it, the two newlyweds, and congratulate them on your marriage."
Song's father also prepared two red envelopes.
"Just to celebrate, call dad and let him hear it."
Jiang Ze shouted, "Thank you, Mom and Dad."
Song Wanyue: "Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mom."
Song's mother and father said in unison: "Hey, you're welcome."
After playing with Song Wanyue for a whole day, Jiang Ze went home after having dinner.
The night before the wedding, Song's mother came to talk to Song Wanyue.
"My daughter, your dowry is all given to you. When you get to the Jiang family, don't be wronged. If you have any problems, come home and ask us for help."
Song Wanyue nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm an adult now, I can take care of myself. You know how I've changed in the past year or so since I went to the countryside. I've grown up now."
Song's mother's eyes were moist and she choked up, "Mom can't bear to leave you. You said you grew up by my side, how come you are leaving me in the blink of an eye?"
"Mom, I can't bear to leave you either. Don't worry, we will separate soon."
"Uh-huh."
The next morning, Song Wanyue got up and put on makeup, preparing to put on bridal makeup.
Yang Liu came early in the morning and happily presented a yellow checkered tablecloth.
"Wanyue, this is my makeup for you. I heard it looks good on the table, so I bought it."
Some fragments flashed through Song Wanyue's mind. She put the food on the table and drank coffee or tea?
"Okay, thank you. Come and sit down. Feel free to take some wedding candies and melon seeds. There are also cakes."
"Okay, I won't be polite with you, I'll take it myself."
Yang Liu ate melon seeds and watched Song Wanyue put on makeup attentively.
"So beautiful, Wanyue, your technique is so good, it's like you've learned it before."
Song Wanyue gave an awkward but decent smile: "Practice makes perfect."
The truth is that you have to spend money to learn it.
The banquet was simple. The couple simply exchanged vows, there was a witness, and the guests just ate their meal.
Wedding night.
Jiang family.
Song Wanyue was bored waiting, so she took out her notebook and continued to write.
Novels nowadays have to conform to the characteristics of the times, which is not easy to write. I estimate that the novel I am writing will not be completed until the end of the year.
It is very different from the amateur and refreshing writing in later generations.
In her previous life, her monthly royalties did not exceed 30,000 yuan, but she owed too much debt.
University loans, shop debts, kidney surgery money, etc., one bill after another fell on her, overwhelming her. Unexpectedly, after changing her world, her luck actually improved.
Shaking her head, trying not to think about things from her past life, Song Wanyue continued writing.
After Jiang Ze closed the door, what he saw was the little girl working seriously.
Suddenly, the man's heart began beating violently.
"Wanwan, aren't you looking forward to the red envelope? Let's count how much money is there?"
Only then did Song Wanyue put down her pen.
The two of them had already washed up, and when they sat on the edge of the bed, Song Wanyue was stunned.
"I'm not looking forward to it. You can imagine that the red envelopes don't contain much money."
Nowadays, people give very little as gifts, and even very close relatives generally don’t give much.
After all, that’s where the purchasing power of money lies.
Jiang Ze: "That makes sense. Let's take a look at the red envelopes our parents gave us."
First, open the red envelopes given by your family.
Song Wanyue: "Ten yuan, this is probably the biggest red envelope my parents gave me."
After opening all the red envelopes one by one, the two looked at each other and smiled.
"Wanwan, you're right. It's not much money, only fifty-eight and sixty cents in total. But it's considered a lot in the city. In the countryside, I've seen wedding red envelopes of only three or four yuan."
"Remember all of this. These are all favors that must be repaid."
"Yes, I've memorized it in my little notebook, don't worry."
Jiang Ze took out a small notebook from under the pillow.
With sparkling eyes, she said, "Wanwan, shall we try it tonight?"
Song Wanyue looked confused: "What? Let me see."
It was only after Song Wanyue flipped it twice that she realized what it was.
The girl threw the pornographic book away like a hot potato.
"Oh, my eyes are dirty."
Jiang Ze was so excited that he got out of bed and picked up the pornographic book.
With a resentful look in his eyes, he said, "Wanwan, what are you doing? I finally have the chance to share with you, please don't reject me."
Song Wanyue took a deep breath and said, "You scared me. Who would watch this on their wedding night? You are very indecent. This is hooliganism."
Damn, isn’t this husband very cold?
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