Chapter 39: Men's Comparison, Lazy Woman

As for the things that Chu Sangning and He Yueyang gave to Old Lady Luo, Zhao Jiayun dared to bet that Old Lady Luo would definitely not give them to her.

Looking at Chu Sangning's beautiful face and the youthful and charming aura emanating from her body, Zhao Jiayun couldn't help but think back to his previous life.

She was still so pretty. She got out of the car holding Luo Yiping's arm. Luo Yiping felt inferior to her and served her like he was his ancestor.

Over the years, Chu Sangning's appearance has not changed, except for the addition of some flavor, it seems as if he has not experienced anything.

At that time, Zhao Jiayun was living a life worse than death, and spent every day in a daze. God couldn't stand it anymore and let her start over again. This time, she snatched Chu Sangning's opportunity first.

"Chu Sangning, I'm already married to Luo Yiping, and I will be the winner." Zhao Jiayun glanced at her with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Sangning said "Oh" and turned away. She just came to take a look, and since she didn't welcome her, she could just leave.

Zhao Jiayun's proud boasting was like a punch hitting soft cotton, and Chu Sangning's expression did not change at all.

Zhao Jiayun was so angry that her chest was shaking and her face was slightly red.

"She is just like that. She never looks happy with anyone. Don't be too angry." He Yueyang stepped forward to comfort Zhao Jiayun. His few light words seemed to add fuel to the fire, making Zhao Jiayun even angrier.

Today is her good day. Zhao Jiayun suppressed the anger in her stomach for a long time and snorted coldly: "You are so kind. You didn't come before, but you came to the banquet quickly."

He Yueyang's eyes flashed with gloom, but he still had to smile: "How could that be? I'm just afraid of affecting you."

"Okay, okay, you are the most beautiful bride today, you can't be angry. Everyone in the village has come to see you."

It is said that He Yueyang is the best at flattering people. Whatever comes out of her mouth makes people feel happy. Zhao Jiayun turned a blind eye and waved her hands like chasing away flies: "You go out first, I will dress up first."

In order to impress everyone and let everyone see how beautiful she is, Zhao Jiayun spent a lot of money and went to the county town to buy a set of beautiful clothes.

Old Mrs. Luo thought that it was the Zhao family's parents who gave money to their daughter to buy it. Looking at the embroidery on the cloth, she couldn't help smacking her lips.

I think girls from the city are generous, and five or six yuan is nothing in their eyes.

Outside, Old Mrs. Luo happily invited everyone to find a place to sit. At this time, if a family could hold a wedding banquet with four or five tables, it was already very good.

If it weren't for Zhao Jiayun's strong insistence, Mrs. Luo would actually be reluctant to let go.

"Everyone, enjoy your food and drinks. Please forgive us if we are not hospitable enough." Today is her son's wedding day. Old Mrs. Luo's face is flushed as she moves among the crowd.

Chu Sangning, Lin Xiuzhi and Pan Wenlan sat together, while Jiang's father and Jiang Xingyan, as men, sat with the other people in the village.

Lin Xiuzhi looked at the broken firecrackers on the ground and the red paper on the window and nodded: "This is the first time I've seen the Luo family be so generous."

"Huh?" Chu Sangning was puzzled.

Lin Xiuzhi smiled and said, "The Luo family is a famous sniffing king in our village. He insisted on wearing a pair of autumn pants that were so worn out that he couldn't even pull them up."

Pan Wenlan also thought of the previous incident by Old Lady Luo. She lowered her head and said, "You don't know. I saw it with my own eyes that day. Her autumn pants were stolen. She cursed the other person's ancestors for three consecutive days in the village."

The people in the village thought that what Old Lady Luo had lost were her new autumn trousers, and they were all very regretful. But who knew that they were finally found by the river, a thin layer of cloth with dozens of holes in it.

"That's really not easy." Chu Sangning raised his eyebrows and looked at the current scene of the Luo family. Although the house was not very wealthy, it was tidy and clean.

Old Mrs. Luo raised her son alone, so frugality is already engraved in her mind.

The Luo family's banquet was not bad either, with two meat dishes and three vegetable dishes, pork stewed with vermicelli, cabbage fried with minced pork, cold wild vegetables, sweet potato stewed with corn, and cabbage fried with peppers.

The meal hadn't arrived yet, and everyone was bored and eating sunflower seeds when they heard a voice saying, "The bride is here."

Zhao Jiayun came out of the house with her hair braided and wearing new clothes. Luo Yiping, who was waiting at the door, had no smile on his face. He stiffly pulled Zhao Jiayun to each table to toast.

The team leader and some uncles and aunts from the village were all here. As the younger generation, Luo Yiping and Zhao Jiayun had to show their respect to them.

When he walked to Jiang Xingyan's table, Luo Yiping frowned, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Jiang Xingyan: "I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want."

Luo Yiping had been interested in Chu Sangning before, so these words were almost like a provocation to Jiang Xingyan. He tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down to indicate that he had not left any.

Luo Yiping looked at him and was pulled away by Zhao Jiayun unwillingly. He didn't know why the two of them were not at odds with each other, but today was their wedding day and Luo Yiping couldn't get drunk.

"Zhao Zhiqing looks pretty good dressed like this."

"Who said it wasn't? But now we have to change our words. We can't call Zhao the educated youth anymore. We have to call her Yiping's wife."

"Yes, Yiping, my wife, try to have a baby in three years. We are still waiting to drink the baby's full moon wine."

The old ladies in the village were very careful with their words when they started teasing people, which made Zhao Jiayun so shy that she hid behind Luo Yiping.

After finishing their meal, everyone wiped their mouths and left, leaving Zhao Jiayun, Luo Yiping and Old Lady Luo facing the leftovers on the tables.

Old Mrs. Luo originally wanted to ask Zhao Jiayun to help with the cleanup, but Zhao Jiayun's eyes rolled, and he cried out that his arms and legs hurt, and walked into the house with his body tilted.

"You lazy bastard. You haven't even started working yet, but you're already doing this. What's the difference between marrying her home and marrying an ancestor?" Old Mrs. Luo pinched her waist and was about to rush into the house to pull the person out.

Luo Yiping was trying to smooth things over. He had drunk too much today and had a headache. Seeing Chu Sangning at his wedding banquet, he felt mixed emotions, most likely regretful.

There is no fate between the two of them, otherwise... otherwise Luo Yiping would be hundreds of times happier than he is now.

"Mom, today is a happy day. Stop swearing. I'll help you clean up." Luo Yiping swayed his body and wanted to help drunkenly with his tongue sticking out.

Old Mrs. Luo said, "My son, what are you still packing? Go and have a rest, I will clean up. When I am done, I will make you some hangover soup. Everyone in the house, help your husband in quickly."

Zhao Jiayun reluctantly helped Luo Yiping in with a sullen face. Seeing him fall asleep on the bed and smell of alcohol, Zhao Jiayun sighed, but still took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt.

It wasn't just Luo Yiping who was drunk, there was also Jiang Xingyan who was following behind Chu Sangning.