And the shop owner was also very grateful to An Hao. If it wasn’t for An Hao’s strategic planning and precise grasp of market opportunities, he might not have been able to make so much money.
He became a wealthy merchant of the eighties, and it’s important to note that back in those days, becoming a wealthy merchant was not something just anyone could achieve.
Out of gratitude for An Hao, having heard that she was getting married, he specially gifted her a set of clothes and gave her a red envelope.
An Hao told him she would send him a wedding invitation and asked him to make sure to come and have a drink at her wedding.
The outfit An Hao was wearing today was the newest winter stock from the clothing store. It looked elegant and refined on her without losing a sense of grace.
Qin Jian kept An Shuchao and An Ping company, chatting. When An Hao came in, his eyes lit up; his little wife looked good in anything.
Seeing that Qin Jian’s gaze was fixed on her, An Hao twirled in front of him and asked, "Do I look okay ?"
"Yes, very beautiful," Qin Jian did not skimp on words of praise for An Hao.
"That’s good." An Hao beamed with a radiant smile. "Today, I want to keep the most beautiful photo of myself!"
"Sis, you’re the most beautiful. You’re beautiful enough to bubble over!" An Ping took the opportunity to tease her.
As An Shuchao watched his daughter grow more and more beautiful, carrying the image of her mother from years ago, he couldn’t help feeling nostalgic: "When I married your mother, she was just as beautiful. So many years have passed, and you’ve grown up so much. If your mother could see you getting married, it would be such a happy event."
In An Hao’s memory, her mother was always a warm and gentle presence. She was the epitome of a virtuous wife and good mother, a symbol of kindness and decency.
Unfortunately, she had passed away too soon.
All of a sudden, bringing up this matter made An Hao feel a bit downcast.
Seeing the faint sadness in her eyes, Qin Jian stepped forward and took her hand: "An Hao, after we get married, let’s go pay respects to your mother together!"
"Mhm," An Hao nodded vigorously.
"Ah, today is a happy day for you, and I shouldn’t spoil your good mood. But I just couldn’t help but think of her," An Shuchao sighed, glancing at the clock over the mahogany table, "It’s getting late. You both should go now! The sooner you get the certificate, the better."
"Uncle, An Ping, we’re heading out," said Qin Jian. After speaking, he took An Hao’s hand and they left.
Getting the certificate went smoothly. After leaving the civil affairs bureau, An Hao looked at the red marriage booklet in her hands, feeling a wave of emotion.
Opening the little red booklet, the photos were very clear. They turned out nicely, and An Hao was very satisfied.
"Qin Jian... I’m not dreaming, am I?" she took a deep breath, a joyful smile spreading across her face.
She and Qin Jian were finally married!
"Wife! This isn’t a dream! This is very much a reality!" Qin Jian gazed at her, his eyes brimming with smiles.
An Hao threw herself into his arms and murmured, "It’s wonderful! Everything is so wonderful!"
Qin Jian extended his arms and held her close to his chest.
After receiving the marriage certificate, to celebrate, the two went to a clean little restaurant for lunch and enjoyed a hearty meal.
In the afternoon, An Hao started preparing for the wedding with Qin Jian in tow!
New bedding and new household items for the wedding — An Hao didn’t need to worry about any of these; Zhang Yun had taken care of everything.
An Hao was very talented and sensible, and had won the hearts of the Ning family’s parents. Combined with their son’s deep affection for her, they were very pleased with her.
Through the interactions over these days, getting to understand her more deeply, the Ning couple grew increasingly fond of their daughter-in-law, desiring to give her the best of everything to the greatest extent possible.