Hearing the sound of the carriage, Xiaoxiao snapped back to reality, "Honey, what were we doing, why didn’t we see them off?"
"..." Yang Ming was also confused, he had also forgotten to go out to see them off.
"Forget it, they’ve already left in the carriage."
Truly, confused by these two people’s actions, thankfully they are good friends, otherwise it would have been rude.
Xiaoxiao then idly chatted, "I wonder what got into Mr. Chu to come experience life here."
She really didn’t understand the world of the wealthy.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming’s expression faltered, surely Brother Chu wasn’t using this "life experience" as a pretext to check on his bride.
He suddenly felt a sense of crisis, Brother Chu was much better than him in many aspects.
He said somewhat dejectedly, "I don’t know either."
"..." Why on mentioning Mr. Chu, her cheap husband’s mood soured—weren’t they close friends?
Xiaoxiao didn’t care anymore, let him come if he wants to, there’s space to stay and her family wasn’t short of food now.
Since Chu Lian and the others had left just after noon, Yang Ming went back to work in the lowlands in the afternoon, but Xiaoxiao did not go.
Because she had promised her cheap husband a wedding night, she needed to tidy up the room, the big red wedding quilt was laid out again, and the red candles were also set up.
By the time Yang Ming returned, the bathwater was ready, everything prepared.
Just as Yang Ming was about to enter the room, Xiaoxiao stopped him, "Don’t come in yet, let’s go to the Main House to eat first."
"..." Not knowing what his wife was up to, Yang Ming obediently followed his wife to the Main House.
After dinner, the couple returned to their room, and Yang Ming, seeing the quilt all spread out, was thrilled beyond measure—he had waited too long for this moment.
He pulled his wife towards him, "Wife..."
"Don’t rush, I’ll take a bath first." Xiaoxiao fended him off, then took some clothes and went to the outer room—turning her little head back as she closed the door and teasing, "No peeking."
That mischievous look was adorable, and Yang Ming found her absolutely endearing.
It wasn’t long before Xiaoxiao had finished washing. She came in and handed Yang Ming the washcloth, "Go clean up, I’m waiting for you."
This "I’m waiting for you" sent Yang Ming’s heart racing once again, and he immediately took the clothes and went to bathe in the outer room.
Yang Ming was quick; he couldn’t wait any longer. When he came out, he saw the wedding garment laid out next to him—his wife wanted him to wear the wedding garment, intending to redo their vows.
Ecstatic, he quickly put on the wedding outfit and entered the room, to see his wife similarly dressed, sitting on the bed’s edge, her head bowed slightly, covered with a red veil.
He stepped forward and, with trembling hands, lifted the red veil.
Seeing his wife’s shy face, he couldn’t help but say, "Wife, you are so beautiful."
Xiaoxiao continued to bow her head, smiling with pursed lips, her cheap husband so silly, so clumsy, like a block of wood, but always became slick with sweet nothings whenever they were together, making her heart bloom with joy.
As she was laughing, she noticed her cheap husband helping her put on slippers, then carefully lifted her up and placed her on the well-prepared big red wedding quilt.
The two of them sat facing each other like that, Xiaoxiao’s heart began to pound uncontrollably. It was coming, it was really coming. Her first time was finally about to happen, she started feeling nervous, she had never done this before—would it hurt?