"It's still there, but this should be the last year that the Yu family spends in the compound."

Originally, the Chinese New Year is considered a happy day by everyone, but for the Yu family, this year must have been extremely difficult.

Yan Ziyuan took one of her hands, placed it on his knee and played with it, slowly telling her about the situation of the Yu family.

Yu Anqi's father Yu Jing received more than a dozen letters of complaint within a month after Grandpa Yan and other old men had a meeting in the study.

The reasons were big and small, and the contents of some of the reports seemed insignificant and could not shake him at all.

But the people above are all shrewd people. After reading the letter over and over again, they can discover the hidden secret in it.

Among them, there was a letter with the least content, only three or four lines, but it revealed that Yu Boyuan had killed his comrades at that time.

As Yu Boyuan's father, Yu Jing helped his son a lot in this matter.

If it weren't for his operation, this matter would have been exposed at the first moment and would not have been delayed until now.

Due to various reasons for reporting, Yu Jing was suspended from his post for investigation. He had to stay in the military area and was not allowed to leave, not even return to the compound.

Yu Boyuan had originally been transferred to a civilian position, and now the situation in the Yu family was not optimistic. Those who had been observing in secret and waiting for the opportunity without taking action would certainly not let him go once they got the chance.

Today, Yu Boyuan is a thorn in everyone's side. Although his current position is of no use, it still occupies a position. If he is squeezed out, the position will be vacated, so his current situation is not easy.

As for Mr. Yu, the head of the Yu family, even if the higher-ups want to take action against him, they won't do it too obviously, and everything will be done in secret.

The higher-ups will also take previous "ties" into consideration, and in the end the best solution for Mr. Yu is to arrange for him to return to his hometown to retire and never set foot in Beijing again.

As for the major families in Beijing, once the old man is gone, they will soon forget the existence of the Yu family.

"Xiao Yu, can mommy come in?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the knock on the door by Yan's mother.

"Sure, come in, the door is not locked."

When Yan's mother opened the door, she thought she was lying on the bed, but she was not.

"You didn't rest?"

"I was planning to sleep for a while, but I haven't showered in a few days, so I'd better take a shower at night before going to bed."

"This is the general process of your wedding day with Ziyuan. Please take a look to see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted. If there is anything that needs to be changed, or if there are any wedding customs in your area, you can tell mom. I will make adjustments based on your opinions."

Song Fuyu took the paper handed over by Yan's mother and read it carefully.

Although she had attended weddings in her previous life, she had only attended the banquet and had never experienced the entire wedding process.

As for the original owner, Liu Qiaoyu had never taken her to any banquet, so she didn't know much about the customs in Heng City.

"Just follow the process above. Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

"Why bother? Ziyuan is getting married. I'm so happy."

"Finally, we have solved this big problem. When the younger generation wants to get married in the future, you parents will worry about it. Your father, grandparents and I will not be responsible for anything."

Yan Ziyuan was the last person in the Yan family to get married. After he got married, Yan's mother could be said to be relieved, at least she no longer had to worry about her children's marriage.

"Have you prepared your wedding dress?"

In the past, they would buy two sets of clothes for the bride, but Fu Yu’s skill in making clothes was so good that she would not like the clothes bought outside. So Yan’s mother gave up the idea of ​​buying clothes for her, and when Fu Yu’s father came, she would add the clothes and the money of three roubles and one ring to the betrothal gifts for her.

"It's done. We also made a set for Ziyuan to wear, but he said he wanted to wear a military uniform."

This made her a little distressed. At that time, she didn't want him to wear a military uniform, so she made him a new, neat Zhongshan suit.

The clothes she wore were red, matched with Yan Ziyuan's green military uniform...wow, the whole thing was a classic color combination of "red and green, just like dog shit".

Song Fuyu took out the clothes hanging in the closet.

A knee-length skirt and a tweed jacket.

"Mom, this red should be okay, right?"

"Don't worry, it's okay. The bride can wear any color. There's no need to be too particular."

I try to dress low-key at other times, but on my wedding day, even if people want to say something, they can't find a reason.

"You made this black set for Ziyuan, right?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't really want to wear it... I racked my brains and worked up several late nights to make this suit... Oh..."

"Why not? I think it looks good. It's such a straight style, and it will definitely make you look very energetic when you wear it."

"Have you seen anyone in the compound who is your age wearing clothes made by their wives when they got married? They were all bought ready-made at department stores. Your wife is so thoughtful, but you don't know how to cherish her. What can I say about you?!"

Yan's mother knew what Song Fuyu was thinking and immediately helped her to discipline her son.

"wear!"

"Can't I wear it?"

Whenever this matter was mentioned, Song Fuyu would look at him with a particularly resentful look, as if she was going to cry in front of him if he didn't wear it.

He was most afraid of this kind of look from his wife, which made him feel like an unforgivable villain.

"You can wear your military uniform out tomorrow."

She knew that Yan Ziyuan had kept a new set of winter clothes for his wedding because he didn't want to wear wrinkled clothes at his wedding. As a result, she ruined his plan.

"You guys going out tomorrow?"

"We haven't taken wedding photos yet, so we plan to go to a photo studio to take some tomorrow."

"We should take a picture to keep as a souvenir."

Song Fuyu was very happy that he compromised on the issue of clothes.

Although I feel a little sorry for him, I really don't want to see a bunch of red and a bunch of green standing together when I look at the photos of our wedding day in the future. It is really too eye-catching.

As soon as Yan's mother left, Yan Ziyuan pulled her over and held her in his arms.

"Satisfied?"

"Hehe, I'm quite satisfied."

"Wife, are you enjoying bullying me now?"

"Nonsense, how could I bully you?"

"Not only did you win over Grandpa to help you, but now you've even pulled Mom into your camp. How can I have a say in this family from now on?"

"You want to be the master of the house?"

Song Fuyu reached into his coat and grabbed the lean flesh on both sides of his waist.

"Tell me, who is the master?"

After saying that, she pinched his hand with a little more strength.

"Wife, don't pinch me, it hurts..."

"Of course you are the boss at home. I and my future children will listen to you."

"That's more like it."

Yan Ziyuan held her in his arms, looking at the delicate appearance of his wife in his arms, he couldn't help but lowered his head and covered her.

"The door is open."

"It's okay, no one will come up."

He didn't care whether the door was closed or not. He just wanted to hug her and kiss her deeply.