As someone who has received higher education, Xu Zhuohua simply cannot understand Xu Jiyi's thought process.
He studied abroad and must have been influenced by the open atmosphere and strong expression of foreign cultures.
But this is the old society, does he really not understand it at all?
If it were the original owner, he probably would have already taken advantage of her, right?
Being loved by her nominal brother is not romance; it's a shackle, a cage, a finger piercing Xu Zhuohua's spine, and spitting saliva that will drown her.
Xu Jiyi was completely drunk and kept repeating Xu Zhuohua's name.
The First Madam was so angry that her face turned pale, and she kept trying to appease him.
"The two children are closest when they are at home, and the older brother is reluctant to let his younger sister get married."
Anyone with a modicum of common sense can see that Xu Jiyi's feelings for Xu Zhuohua are unusual.
Some people have even started looking at Xu Zhuohua with strange eyes.
This made Xu Zhuohua very angry. Why is it that when men are promiscuous, it is the women who are criticized?
Cheng Muyun noticed her emotions, took Xu Zhuohua's hand through his lace gloves, and gently rubbed it in her palm.
"It's alright, don't worry about it. It's just because you're so charming."
Xu Zhuohua curled her lips and looked at Cheng Muyun, "When did your mouth become so sweet?"
Cheng Muyun suddenly leaned closer, "You can try it."
Even though Xu Zhuohua wasn't as traditional as the guests, she still didn't go so far as to kiss in front of everyone.
She reached out and stood between the two people, saying, "No, there are too many people."
Cheng Muyun smiled gently, "Then I'll just have to wait until tonight."
night?
Xu Zhuohua then realized that he meant entering the bridal chamber.
Her face flushed red all the way to the roots of her neck.
She raised her hand and gently punched Cheng Muyun's chest, "Don't say anything..."
Cheng Muyun curled the corners of his lips and said, "Don't want it?"
Xu Zhuohua bit her lip, "No..."
"Then we'll take it."
If there were a mirror, Xu Zhuohua would definitely see her face, which looks like a monkey's butt.
Cheng Muyun stopped teasing her and put his arm around her waist. "Let's go, bride, let's go toast the guests."
The fourth time—
It was Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng arguing.
For Cheng Wenjun.
After the toasts were finished, the performance was almost over, and Old Master Cheng got up.
"Wenjun, I'm tired, let's go."
Cheng Wenjun, who had been accompanying Grandpa Cheng the whole time, immediately put down her chopsticks.
A slender, boneless hand supported a wrinkled hand, whose skin was as loose as coarse cotton cloth that had been sun-dried.
Holding hands together can be uncomfortable.
Someone said in a flattering tone, "Wenyun is so filial to you, always by your side."
Old Master Cheng frowned, a ring of wrinkles appearing around his eyes. "This child has been with me since he was little, he can't live without this old man like me."
The man said, "You are truly blessed to have children and grandchildren around you! Speaking of which, Miss Cheng is of marriageable age. I wonder if you are willing to let her go?"
Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened immediately, and he said coldly, "It's still early, it's still early."
Cheng Wenyun frowned, lowered her head, and looked aggrieved.
Xu Zhuohua frowned as she watched this scene.
She felt that the two didn't seem like grandfather and granddaughter, but rather like a master and his concubine...
Xu Zhuohua stood there, stunned.
How did this idea come about?
That's too dangerous!
Suddenly, Madam Cheng walked over, pulled the two apart, and looked apologetic.
"Father, it might not be possible tonight. Wenjun is supposed to perform the bed-pressing ritual for the new bride; it's an old custom."
A young boy or girl rolling around on the newlyweds' bed is called "pressing the bed," which symbolizes having children.
Grandpa Cheng's expression changed slightly. "Wenjun is so old, can she still do bed-pressing?"
Madam Cheng smiled and said, "A boy or a girl will do, there are no other requirements."
"That might not work; Wenjun can't go back too late."
Madam Cheng said, "Then we'll stay at the Cheng Mansion. We've always had Wenyun's room at home."
Everyone present could see that Old Master Cheng was already in a bad mood.
However, Madam Cheng, who was always gentle and articulate, did not give an inch.
With an air of determination to see things through to the end, she said, "Sir, you don't need to worry, I've already made all the arrangements."
Old Master Cheng planted his cane on the ground, and no one dared to utter a sound.
"Wenyun is not suitable." Old Master Cheng issued his final ultimatum.
Madam Cheng remained adamant, "We haven't arranged anything else. Wenjun is the only suitable candidate. We can't find a suitable person now. Don't you want your only grandson to be unable to have children?"
Grandpa Cheng's face twisted with anger. "I told you, Wenjun is not suitable."
People started whispering among themselves.
"Why is it unsuitable for Miss Cheng? A virgin boy or girl would be fine."
A terrible thought rose in Xu Zhuohua's mind, and she looked at Cheng Muyun.
The man was also completely baffled.
"I'll go tell Mother not to upset the old man and to find someone else."
Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Wenyun's aggrieved face and pulled Cheng Muyun back.
"Don't change it. I like Wenjun, so I'll choose her."
Cheng Muyun frowned slightly. "Why must it be Wen Yun?"
Xu Zhuohua countered, "Why can't it be Wen Yun?"
Seeing Xu Zhuohua's serious expression, Cheng Muyun seemed to understand something. He opened his eyes wide to confirm, and Xu Zhuohua nodded.
Ultimately, due to the insistence of the two newlyweds, Cheng Wenyun stayed at the Cheng Mansion.
After seeing off the guests, Madam Cheng never appeared again.
Cheng Muyun's close friends got together for drinks, and Xu Zhuohua joined them.
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