She deliberately looked at her figure in the mirror; she wasn't an old hag—no skull face stared back. Cheng Ying began changing her clothes, quite pleased with herself.

The old woman scolded, "You shameless thing, talking about yourself like that! How can you have no sense of modesty?" Cheng Ying retorted, "Today is my wedding day, Grandma.

Don't put me down like that. I'm naturally beautiful." Then she pulled the old woman, saying, "You take after your grandmother, right?" The old woman touched her own face, now just wrinkled skin, and looked at her granddaughter’s dewy complexion.

The gap was too vast. For Cheng Ying to even dare say that, the old woman replied, "Even if you dare say it, I wouldn't dare believe it!" Cheng Ying looked up, "Today is truly a good day; even Old Grandma isn't confused." The old woman raised her hand to strike, but ultimately didn't follow through—after all, her child was getting married today.

Cheng Ying watched the old woman’s arm remain raised. "Oh my, so this perk actually exists?

Should I get married every day?" This finally angered the old woman. "What nonsense are you spouting?

Go spit a few times!" Cheng Ying also felt what she said wasn't quite right. For the first time, she realized her mouth was so clumsy.

Saying she should get married every day—did that sound proper? Finally, she was forced by the old woman to spit three times towards the doorway.

Although the gesture was crude, after spitting, Cheng Ying felt much more at ease internally. She wasn't young anymore; barring any accidents, it was best not to remarry.

This time was just fine; the groom was a good match. In the past, a man of these credentials would be driving a BMW.

Of course, they could afford one now too. But back then, she wouldn't have been able to reach that high.

Cheng Ying finished dressing, grinned widely, and, looking beautiful, opened the door and stepped out. Cheng Ying hadn't left the courtyard since last night.

Opening the door now, the outside world had completely transformed—it was a small, warm wedding setup! Seeing the flower pots lining the path, she knew Wu Zi wasn't this romantic, and Cheng Ying was genuinely touched.

The old woman looked at all the flowers and greenery, ready to faint from distress. "Oh, this is a disaster!

My flowers have been outside blowing in the air for so long; not a single pot will survive!" Cheng Ying put her arm around the old woman. "It’s fine, Grandma.

I'll get you new ones later; we have plenty of those at home." This wasn't an empty boast. The old woman looked at her granddaughter with concern; this was causing her distress!

But the young couple enjoyed making a fuss. The old woman decided to count it as part of the dowry for her granddaughter.

Still, she couldn't bear to look; it hurt her eyes, it hurt her heart—it was so cold outside. Cheng Ming arrived dressed in a full suit; he looked quite sharp, but in Cheng Ying's view, the clothes were terribly provincial.

Cheng Ming asked, "How is it? Did our brothers’ half-night of fussing impress you?" Cheng Ying glanced at the scattered petals and wilting greenery.

She truly didn't want to use the word, but it fit her mood today perfectly. A married woman—wasn't she just that?

Could she compliment Cheng Ming on his foresight? "Thank you.

Although it was a bit of trouble, it looks quite nice." Cheng Ming replied, "Right? But Wu Zi insisted on making a scene.

Considering it's his wedding, I let him have his way." Cheng Ying disliked hearing that. On her wedding morning, criticizing her man right in front of her—was he intentionally trying to annoy her?

"Why aren't you out fetching the groom yet?" Cheng Ming saw his sister's face change. "Don't make that face.

Forget the clothes—what are you two making such a fuss about? I only dropped him off at three this morning.

It's only been three hours, and now I have to bring him back? They must have nothing better to do." Regarding that, Cheng Ying also felt Chi Wu was utterly bored.

"Do you want me to go with you guys to pick him up?" Cheng Ming immediately took the three younger ones and left. He truly didn't dare let the couple get involved; he'd never seen people who could cause such a stir.

"We slept in your room last night, remember? Don't forget the red envelopes!" Cheng Ying countered, "I haven't even complained that you occupied my bridal chamber." Cheng Ming shot back, "We were young lads guarding the room for you." Cheng Ying laughed.

"You, a young lad? At your age, you dare announce that?

Even if it were true, I wouldn't believe it. They get red envelopes; you don't.

Hurry up and go pick up the groom!" Cheng Ming looked up at the sky, wondering why lightning wouldn't strike her dead. No good person walks this earth.

Chi Ye stood quietly beside them, obediently listening. "Sister, I don't need you to open my red envelope; I'll get it from Brother." Miao Miao muttered darkly from the side, "Chi Wu won't get away, hmph." Cheng Ying smiled sweetly.

"Good children, I'll give you both double portions later." Look at the preferential treatment some people received. Cheng Ming grumpily drove off in the car decorated with a large red bow.

Cheng Ying thought the vehicle was far too ostentatious. Chi Yong watched the car sent to collect his son pull up outside.

The veins on his forehead throbbed. "Did you really have to make such a spectacle?

Why do you have such an unreliable side? Didn't we just agree to a simple meal?" Chi Wu watched the conspicuous vehicle sent to fetch him, feeling utterly delighted.

Finally, there was a proper wedding atmosphere! "Yes, I'm the groom after all.

What's wrong with having someone come pick me up?" Chi Yong was furious inside. "Why didn't you just wait at your grandmother's house for them to come get you?" Chi Wu countered, "Otherwise, should I go over there now and make them do the ceremony again?" Chi Yong muttered, "That scoundrel.

I should thank you for being so considerate of the elders, right?" Chi Wu chuckled, "You are my father; just think of it as me leaving to go to our home." Chi Yong looked at the crowd gathering by the door—that scatterbrained kid, such a worry. Now everyone was asking why Chi Yong's son was being collected in such a fashion.

Didn't this broadcast that his son had been 'given away'? It would have been fine otherwise, but now people would gossip, and he and Yang Zhi would have a hard time.

His wife was already a stepmother; now people would have something to talk about. How annoying this child was!

Why didn't they just quietly get married? He even thought they were being considerate of their feelings back then.

Cheng Ying’s uncle and maternal grandfather were staying at Chi Yong’s place. "It's fine, it's all quite good.

It’s all family now, no worries." Chi Yong looked at the two of them, unable to argue. He told Chi Wu, "Get out!

Scram!" The Old Master warned, "Be good to my granddaughter, or we’ll teach you a lesson!" The Uncle added, "No need for you to act, Grandfather; you’re old. We are still here." Chi Wu left with a grin.

As if I wouldn't be good to my wife. From now on, you are all outsiders; only Yingzi and I are insiders.

Chi Yong sighed. "It feels like I'm giving away my daughter, but this boy is leaving too happily." The Old Master smacked his lips.

"Aren't they all your family? You should be happy!

From now on, be kinder to Yingzi's grandma." The old man smacked his lips because his own daughter had brought the other child over, leaving him feeling indebted to Cheng family's Old Madam. Chi Yong understood the old man's feelings.

How many years did the Old Madam have left? In the future, wouldn't they all be one large family?

Today wasn't the time to discuss that. "You’re still cheerful?

Later on, my wife and I will have to clean up his mess. They already looked at my wife and me with scrutiny because we weren't hosting a banquet since our son was marrying.

Now that they know I've sent my son off, who knows what they'll say to Yang Zhi?" The Old Master was open-minded but knew his daughter would definitely be gossiped about. "That fellow is indeed discourteous.

Why didn't they just ask a few more questions? If they had known Chi Wu was marrying Yingzi, it would have been fine." Chi Yong felt the old man cared more for his granddaughter than his own daughter, making him feel sorry for his wife; he couldn't argue their side.

The only consolation was that Chi Wu had at least left from his side, not having the bridal party collect him from the Old Madam and Old Master—otherwise, the Old Madam might have clutched her chest in distress for a couple of days. The Uncle said, "Alright, let's finish tidying up and head over." It was rare for Cheng Ying to be thoughtful, but she waited for Chi Wu at the doorway.

Dressed as she was, standing there, her beauty guaranteed to turn heads. She looked magnificent.

The Old Madam knew about the grand wedding procession Chi Wu had organized. Standing at the door with her granddaughter, the main entrance of the Cheng family looked quite lively—not much different from a formal wedding.

The Old Madam looked at her granddaughter standing by the entrance and took her hand. Cheng Ying looked at her grandmother beside her, filled with joy; her own grandmother was there to back her up.

"Grandma, I'm not nervous." The Old Madam checked, "Are your hands cold? You're wearing only one thin layer of trousers, no cotton padding at all.

Aren't you afraid of freezing?" The Dry Auntie, who had arrived early, really couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. Cheng Ying flushed.

Why was her grandmother focusing on such tangential issues? It wasn't her fault she was embarrassed!

Dry Auntie commented, "Mom, I don't think Yingzi is cold; look how red her cheeks are, almost sweating!" The Old Madam conceded, "Hmm, we'll still have to put the padded trousers on her later." Cheng Ying looked down at her body-hugging skirt. Could you even wear padded trousers underneath that and have it look right?

"I wonder when Uncle and the others will get here." She was clearly trying to change the subject. The Old Madam finally stopped obsessing over Cheng Ying’s attire.

"They are fetching Wu Zi now; what do you think your uncle should be doing?" Cheng Ying pursed her lips, revealing two dimples. As long as she wasn't talking about her clothing, whatever she said didn't matter.

Chi Wu's wedding car drove over with great fanfare. City Train, who had been waiting at the house, had arrived at some unknown time and even set up firecrackers at the door.

Cheng Ying watched Chi Wu step out of the car. While both men wore suits, Chi Wu looked significantly handsomer than Cheng Ming in his.

And Chi Wu had managed to wear that bright red suit, giving it a completely different aura. People said clothes made the man, but in this case, the man elevated the clothes.

Cheng Ying genuinely felt the suit and the man complemented each other perfectly today; she felt the outfit made Chi Wu look tasteful. Chi Wu stepped out of the car and saw his bride, dressed entirely in red.

His mouth split into a huge grin. His wife was stunning!

Although this wasn't the outfit he had prepared, he found this look much more pleasing. It was clearly put together by his wife—what did that mean?

It meant his wife cared about this day! This realization—that his wife valued this wedding—made Chi Wu ecstatic enough to overlook the fact that Cheng Ying had intentionally fussed over her appearance today.

The Old Madam gave her granddaughter a gentle push. Jostled slightly, Cheng Ying descended two steps just as Chi Wu strode forward.

Cheng Ying felt that as their hands met at this moment, it was truly different from past times. There was a slight nervousness mixed in.

Chi Wu was deeply moved; from this moment on, she was officially his wife. "Shall we go inside?" Chi Wu noticed that while Yingzi looked beautiful dressed up, she must be cold.