Qin Ye recalled a certain image when he heard those words... The lobes of his ears turned red at an astonishing pace.
But, he seemed to prefer a smaller bed.
Actually, the bed his wife originally had was pretty good.
Because he liked to cuddle with his wife on it.
Of course, he wouldn’t voice this thought.
What did she say? Why did he turn red all of a sudden?
So she quickly changed the subject, "Right, are you going to the Qin Family tomorrow?"
Qin Ye looked at her nervously, "You don’t want to go? If you don’t want to, then we won’t."
Nothing was more important to him than his wife.
Rong Yan rolled her eyes, "I didn’t say I wouldn’t go, what I mean is... if we’re going tomorrow, we need to prepare some gifts in advance."
This was their family’s first visit.
They still had to observe the proper formalities.
"Just something ordinary will do," Qin Ye wasn’t too concerned.
He thought that the Qin Family wasn’t particular about such things either.
Rong Yan rolled her eyes again when she heard him.
Knew he wouldn’t have any constructive ideas, asking was useless.
She got up to leave, "I’m going to check on Xiao Mei in the other room."
Qin Ye watched her retreating figure, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn’t say anything more.
Madam Rong prepared dinner quickly, and the dishes were quite abundant.
Everyone seated around the table was very happy.
After dinner, Rong Wenming proposed, "Qin, Yanyan, how about I organize a banquet to invite our neighbors over in seven days to celebrate?"
Rong Yan already knew they had this intention and didn’t oppose it.
Just treat it as... keeping them happy.
"Sure, you arrange it as you see fit."
Seeing his wife’s agreement, Qin Ye had even fewer objections, "Then I’ll leave the trouble to mom and dad."
Rong Wenming was pleased to see they both agreed.
Smiling, he said, "Actually, this occasion is quite necessary. First, to celebrate both of you getting into university; second, to have a proper wedding banquet that we missed before; and third, to celebrate our move to the new courtyard."
This meal turns out to have a first, second, and third reason.
"Just handle it with mom however you like."
Madam Rong immediately chimed in, "Since it’s also about making up for the wedding, when you go to ask for leave tomorrow, tell the person granting the leave as well."
She had only one daughter, whose wedding back in the countryside was so hastily done. Honestly, it pained her heart.
So she still wanted to properly hold a wedding celebration here.
As for the dowry... she still had some money on hand, and with what her daughter had given her over the past six months, it accumulated to quite a sum. It was just right to buy more for her daughter.
Life is so short, can’t have regrets, right.
Rong Yan nodded, "Alright, I will mention it tomorrow."
At Rong Laoer’s family dinner table, everyone was eating.
Just then, Rong Quankun entered with a visibly upset expression.
Seeing him return, nobody put down their bowls; they kept eating.
However, Rong Wenze glared at him discontentedly, "Where have you been? Can’t even make it in time for a meal."
Rong Quankun quickly sat down, his face very grim.
"Dad, Grandma, Uncle and his family have come back."
"What did you say? Your uncle and his family are back?" Grandma Rong was incredulous, her eyes wide.
She was actually quite shaken inside.
When her eldest son was brought back from the hospital... the doctors said he didn’t have many days left to live.
Now... half a year had passed, and he was still not dead.
If she knew he wasn’t going to die, she wouldn’t have allowed Laoer’s family to make a fuss at the eldest son’s home... to take over their house.
After all, if the eldest really died, he had only a daughter and no son, and wouldn’t the responsibility of the funeral fall on Er’s several nephews? Wouldn’t the house and money earned by the eldest also belong to these nephews?
Upon hearing Rong Quankun’s words, everyone stopped eating and focused their attention on him.
"He’s not dead?" Rong Wenze asked, somewhat out of sorts as he came to his senses.
Grandma Rong, hearing these words, glared at her second son with some dissatisfaction, "Laoer, how can you speak like that? Are you really hoping for your elder brother to die?"
Rong Wenze quickly denied it, "Mom, that’s not what I meant... I meant when my elder brother was critically ill, I... I was just surprised, that’s all. Let’s hear what Quankun has to say about how he saw his uncle."
In his heart though, he was furious... Was that even his elder brother? They had cut ties with each other’s families half a year ago.
But, he didn’t say this out loud.
Grandma Rong didn’t dwell on the matter, looking eagerly at her eldest grandson, "Quankun, tell us what happened? Did you really see your uncle?"
"Yes, I saw Uncle, he was on his way to the second-hand market! He was energetically pedaling his bicycle, going quite fast."
In Rong Quankun’s opinion, his uncle wasn’t likely to die anytime soon.
It really seemed like God was blind.
"At that time, I thought I was mistaken and followed in that direction, only to find my uncle buying a big bed! I went up to say hello, but got a dose of his sarcasm; apparently, Uncle has a deep misunderstanding of our family... Rong Yan must have said a lot of bad things about us in front of Uncle..."
Grandma Rong was deeply frustrated, feeling like she had raised a useless son.
No matter what... she was his mother, right? Is he really going to ignore her now? This person is alive and coming back after all.
Seeing the grandmother’s expression, Rong Quankun knew she was very angry at the moment.