"Dad, Mom, that's your support. You've worked so hard to raise Yiyi over the years. Without you, Yiyi and I wouldn't be where we are today."
Cen Yue said, taking out a passbook and handing it over with both hands, "This is for Yiyi, I prepared it separately."
Song Yiyi blinked and looked at Song Minghui with anticipation.
I thought, would the old man take them all?
I comforted myself that it wouldn't happen, because the old man was not a greedy person.
Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun looked at each other, and only after getting Cai Mengjun's approval did Song Minghui reach out to take it.
Wait until you open it.
Song Minghui's eyes widened.
His reaction immediately aroused the curiosity of the onlookers.
However, Song Minghui didn't intend to show it to everyone. He gently closed the passbook and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I'll do as you say. We'll keep the one that's given to us, and Yiyi will take this one away."
Everyone regretted not seeing the amount.
I started to guess secretly.
Only Aunt Wang stood there for a long time, unable to recover.
It was her daughter who poked her twice, "Mom, Mom! What are you staring at? The bride has been taken away. Let's go over there quickly. I can't wait to see the new house."
Aunt Wang looked around furtively.
They found that no one was paying attention to them.
She leaned close to her daughter's ear and whispered, "I saw the amount on the passbook! Oh my god, it's scary."
Cen Yue got married, and the banquet was held in the new house.
The chef in charge was the master chef from the army canteen. The banquet was set up under the big tree and in the yard, and it looked very lively.
Song Yiyi was held by Cen Yue, looking left and right in confusion.
"What's wrong? Too hot?"
Cen Yue did it effortlessly and even weighed her twice while speaking. Song Yiyi was so scared that she quickly reached out and hugged Cen Yue's neck tightly.
She was afraid of falling down again.
"It's not hot. Don't touch it. I'm not a wok."
Song Yiyi stared at Cen Yue's nose, which was so tall that it could slide down a slide, and asked blankly, "Can't you afford a 28-inch bicycle?"
Knowing the distance is short, there's no need to borrow a car or anything.
But not even a bicycle.
A bit... too frugal.
The custom here is to walk from the bride's house to the groom's house without touching the ground.
Song Yiyi never expected that Cen Yue would choose to keep her from falling to the ground by carrying her all the way back.
He even doesn't want to ride a bicycle that hurts his butt.
Cen Yue lowered his head, a relaxed smile forming on his lips, "No need to buy it."
Song Yiyi's mouth twitched, and she poked Cen Yue's chest with her finger, "Why are you so stingy? My old man didn't show everyone the passbook just now. Is it because you don't have much money in it and he's afraid of embarrassing you?"
It's really possible.
In order to show off his wealth, Cen Yue spent all the money on gold jewelry and watches, and gave the rest to Song Minghui.
When it comes to her, I can only lie to her.
Perhaps there were words of warning to Song Minghui written on the passbook.
Song Minghui was frightened when he saw it, and his voice was trembling.
I can't even afford a bicycle.
The only option is hiking.
Cen Yue was amused by her bizarre train of thought. "Are you sure you can ride it after buying it?"
Song Yiyi's momentum suddenly weakened.
If it was an ordinary bicycle, she would dare to challenge Cen Yue.
The 28-inch bicycle is really not good.
She couldn't even cross that horizontal bar, her crotch was stuck.
A group of people followed behind him, making a lot of noise.
Cen Yue arranged a few people to distribute wedding candies and cigarettes along the way.
Along the way, I received countless congratulations and wishes for a happy baby.
Cen Yue always walked calmly with a rare smile on his face.
Song Yiyi nestled in his arms in a daze.
Cen Yue looked down at her, the corners of his lips curled up, and his voice was low and mellow, "Would you like to make a bet? After today, you will have everything you want."
Song Yiyi's cheeks flushed slightly. Upon hearing this, she raised her sparkling eyes and asked, "What's in a dream?"
Cen Yue chuckled: "No, home."
Song Yiyi didn't believe it, "You know what I want?"
What she wanted was simple.
That's money.
Who would complain about having too much money?
Cen Yue's gaze fell on her curled eyelashes, and a hint of smile permeated his dark pupils. "Let's bet on the ownership of the time the day after tomorrow. Whoever wins gets to do what they want. How about that?"
Song Yiyi naturally agreed.
She doesn't suffer any loss.
So what if time belongs to Cen Yue? Can he sell her out?
When passing by the two-story building of the Cen family, Song Yiyi glanced at the closed door and looked up at Cen Yue.
I didn’t expect Cen Anguo to do what he said.
I really won’t come to attend Cen Yue’s wedding banquet.
Not even one person from the Cen family was present.
Such a loud noise, but it was as if he didn't hear it.
Cen Yue's face was calm. He held her in his arms, looked straight ahead, and strode forward.
Song Yiyi wanted to comfort Cen Yue.
After thinking about it, I said nothing because the occasion was not appropriate.
Just one door away.
Kang Ying stood in an invisible corner outside the yard, her eyes full of envy and jealousy.
Cen Yue and Song Yiyi got married.
How could they not know.
But before Cen Anguo left, he instructed that no one was allowed to attend and that everyone should pretend not to know about it.
He also said: "Just pretend that I never gave birth to this son!"
Kang Ying's ears were filled with Cen's mother's sharp mocking voice, "You can't even afford a bicycle, you look so poor. And you're still a political commissar, how shameful!"
Mother Cen turned her head and glanced at Kang Ying. "You are so lucky to marry my Wenwen. Your ancestors are so proud of you. Look at those who also have the surname Cen, but that little bitch married someone worse. How can Cen Yue compare to my Wenwen?"
Kang Ying pretended not to hear.
She would rather not ride the bicycle and be held in Cen Bowen's arms.
"What are you thinking about?!"
Kang Ying's thoughts were interrupted by Cen's mother's roar. "Hurry up and cook! Do you want me to starve to death?! Be careful! Wenwen comes back, or I'll have him deal with you!"
Only then did Kang Ying slowly move into the house.
Her legs are able to walk now.
On the first day after being taken back by Cen Bowen, when Cen Anguo was still around, Cen's mother pretended to be kind to her.
As soon as Cen Anguo left, Cen's mother's face changed immediately.
Kang Ying was in great pain.
But Cen Bowen's tired face lingered in her mind all the time.
"Yingzi, my mother has had a hard time. You don't know how much she suffered for me in the early years."
"Just think of it as being for me. Don't argue with her. If she says anything, just pretend you didn't hear it, okay?"
"I'm really tired lately. I don't want to go home and deal with disputes. Can you please feel sorry for me?"
That was the man she had loved for two lifetimes, so she naturally felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to see him in trouble.
Kang Ying went into the kitchen amid Cen's mother's scolding.
In the end, I gritted my teeth and endured it all.
Cen Yue carried Song Yiyi to the bridal chamber, where they were greeted by another burst of festive firecrackers.
Song Yiyi put one ear against Cen Yue's chest, freed one hand to cover the other ear, and smiled cunningly.
Cen Yue didn't have any extra hands to cover his ears, so he could only stand there and be shocked by the sound of firecrackers.
After the firecrackers.
Cen Yue carried her into the bridal chamber.
After not being here for a while, this place is different from before.
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