Before they knew it, it was the third day since their wedding. They had no plans to visit each other that day. Xiao Lei expressed his unwillingness to have any contact with either the Xiao family or the Xiao clan.
They planned to pay tribute to Xiao Li and his grandparents.
"It's raining in the village!"
"Are you planning to attack the Xiao family?"
"That's not right. If you plan to keep in touch with them, it's impossible not to send them wedding invitations."
"Then why are they here today?"
“I don’t know!”
The villagers were very surprised. They thought they would not come today, but the carriage arrived.
Yang was overjoyed when she received the news. She had thought that there was no hope for her to hook up with Xiao Lei again, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better and she actually came home today.
It seems that they are still aware of their reputation and know not to get too upset with them.
Xiao Ping was even more excited than before, knowing that Xiao Lei couldn't escape his control. No matter how happy he was before, he would still come to visit after the wedding. He thought he was so tough, but he was just like this.
Yang was busy cleaning the house. "Master, when they come over later, don't be rude to them. Be polite, especially Zhao Xiaoyu. Go along with her."
"If they were to talk, I wouldn't make a fuss."
Yang patted him and reminded him again, "If you are unhappy, just bear with it and think about your sons' marriages and future."
Xiao Ping was speechless, "I understand."
Alas, in the end he still has to beg the Zhao family and rely on the Zhao family, even though he is Xiao Lei's biological father.
Xiao Ping straightened his clothes and sat upright in the main hall. For some reason, he felt a little nervous.
Yang was in the kitchen, boiling water. The family had nothing, so they had to endure the hardship of drinking the boiled water. As for their son, he had long since lost his youthful innocence, no longer possessing the youthful arrogance of a few years ago. The setbacks he encountered had taught him the importance of connections, money, and wealth. Now, he was filled with emotion, hoping that Xiao Lei and Zhao Xiaoyu would protect them for the rest of their lives.
Food given out of pity actually tastes delicious.
The whole family waited and waited, but no one showed up.
"Boss, go and see what's going on. Was he delayed by something? Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Yang felt uneasy until she saw him. She was afraid that the person at her doorstep would get upset and not come back.
Yang stood at the gate of the courtyard. If she saw the carriage, she would never allow them to escape. The future of her two sons depended on this day.
Zhao Xiaoyu first went to the end of the village and stuffed all the things in the car into two large backpacks, one backpack for each person, and all the offerings were stuffed into the backpacks. They planned to go up the mountain by themselves without taking anyone with them.
Today they were dressed simply, suitable for climbing.
"Let's go."
Xiao Lei pulled Zhao Xiaoyu out of the house and headed towards his family's grave.
In the past few years, Zhao Xiaoyu has followed Xiao Lei to pay tribute to them every year and is familiar with the place.
"Xiao Lei, why don't we repair their graves?"
The three mounds looked so shabby that she was worried that they would be lost in a flood.
"Tuo, tuo, repair it, make it more grand, separate it from the others in the Xiao family, and make it unique."
"Yeah, I think so too. Let's enclose this entire piece of land and leave it just for them to live on."
Xiao Ping couldn't sit still anymore as people were pacing back and forth at the gate of the Yang family's courtyard. He also went to the gate to wait. He felt something was wrong because even those who came to watch the fun didn't come to see the fun at their house.
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