The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

When the table full of dishes was set, the young educated workers returning from the fields saw the spread and cheered loudly.

But upon seeing the elderly gentleman and lady, they all quickly quieted down.

After all, these were the heads of the family, and when meeting elders, one had to behave appropriately.

They immediately became well-behaved.

After dinner, the elderly lady directly pulled Jiang Xiaoxiao into her room. She would be sleeping with Jiang Xiaoxiao that night, while the elderly gentleman would sleep with his grandson.

Mainly because it wasn't convenient to arrange a separate room for them now.

"Xiaoxiao, although Moting looks gentle and kind, he's not someone with a sweet tongue. He can't express his feelings, but I can tell he truly likes you. How do you feel about our Moting?

If you think it's okay, then while your grandfather and I are here, you two should just get married and get a marriage certificate. Your grandfather will have them buy some candies, peanuts, and seeds from the county town, and we'll have a lively wedding.

You know, I really like you, girl.

It's not like I'm bragging, but our Moting truly is a good boy. He'll become a good husband, a good man, and a good father."

Luckily Jia Shu hadn't returned; if Jia Shu were here, Jiang Xiaoxiao would be too embarrassed to know where to hide her face.

"Grandma."

The elderly lady, seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao's expression, understood that this girl truly liked her eldest grandson. Otherwise, she wouldn't be this shy.

"Alright, alright, grandma won't say anymore. I'll find the old man to make a call right away and arrange things."

The elderly lady rushed out in a hurry, seemingly eager to bring her granddaughter-in-law into the family right away.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't have time to call her grandma back.

Although she truly liked Song Moting, she couldn't just get married right away.

That elderly lady was too anxious; who would rush things like this? At least, she should write a letter to inform her family about the situation.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't want her parents to storm down because of this.

In her past life, she worried her parents; this time, she planned to be a well-behaved daughter.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sneaked out and waved in front of Song Moting's door.

Song Moting immediately understood.

"Aiguo, you chat with my grandpa, I need to go to the restroom and will be back soon."

He gave He Aiguo a knowing glance.

The elderly man was in the middle of telling how he led his people through dangers when being surrounded.

He Aiguo glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao with a smile, nodded knowingly.

He never expected Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting to end up together.

They always seemed to get along, but he didn't realize they were truly in love.

He was willing to play the mediator.

Song Moting was trustworthy, and Jiang Xiaoxiao was a good girl; they made a fine match together.

Song Moting disappeared.

Suddenly, He Aiguo frowned.

No, this isn't right.

He promised Jiang Lei to inform him about this; it wouldn't be right not to, would it?

That was his friend.

Worrying about what to do, He Aiguo scratched his head, his forehead breaking out in sweat.

If Jia Shu were here, it would be great—he'd at least have someone to discuss this with.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting went outside the courtyard, one following the other.

Behind their dormitory was a small grove, and they walked over.

"What's the matter? Did my grandma say something?"

Song Moting saw Jiang Xiaoxiao turn around seriously to look at him.

That gaze was intense, but it wasn't the kind of joy and happiness he wanted to see.

"Song Moting, what did you tell your grandparents? Your grandma grabbed me and started saying how marrying you isn't a loss, almost praising you to the skies."

Remembering the old lady's words, Jiang Xiaoxiao felt embarrassed for Song Moting.

Song Moting was stunned, oh grandma!

His face flushed. Of course, he knew his grandma—yes, she always saw the best in him.

He guessed the kinds of things she must have said.

"Xiaoxiao, my grandma just loves me too much; don't mind her. They mean well. Grandpa and grandma genuinely like you; now my grandma cares about you more than me. I think I might soon fall out of favor."

Song Moting's aggrieved tone almost made Jiang Xiaoxiao laugh.

He was really being wronged.

Song Moting, such a tall and strong young man, with that helpless expression, truly amused her.

"Stop pretending! I'm telling you, I haven't told my family about us. We definitely won't get married now. Without my parents' approval, don't think about marrying me."

Song Moting's eyes lit up; he stepped forward and involuntarily grabbed Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand.

"So you mean, if your parents agree, we can get married?"

The delight in his voice and the stars dancing in his eyes suddenly shone alongside the stars in the night sky.

Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt the rough fingertip of his hand scorching with intense trembling.

A warm current flowed from her palm to her heart.

This man's eyes, his heart, were filled with her, making him excited and radiating a dazzling light.

"I don't know, you guess for yourself!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao threw out a sentence and turned to flee.

She felt shy, even as a woman in her thirties, defeated by a man's gaze.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hummed a song and returned to her room to write a check.

She didn't plan to write seriously.

Director Jin probably wouldn't care what she wrote, and even if it was nice, he'd likely find fault.

So Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't put much effort in, crafting a formal check, folded it neatly, and put it in her pocket.

Song Moting watched the girl's slim back, his heart warm. He never knew what it felt like to love someone.

Now he knew—he felt joy because of her, worry because of her, fear because of her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao, like him, had a tragic life, but he would ensure their ending would be a happy one.

They were each other's support, each other's lover and family, until they grew old together.

Thinking of this, Song Moting suddenly felt invigorated.

Yes.

In the past, he had family, but it felt as if he didn't.

But in the future, he would have a lover and family who shared the same ideals, the same heart.

That was his true family.

Song Moting jumped high, his figure passing over the dense branches, his arm reaching the topmost leaves.

His mood was soaring.

At that time, Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi were already off the train with large and small bags.

They were asking for directions in the county town.

Their eldest daughter left an address before she left, saying it was in the county town.

It was already late today, so they decided to rest and take the bus to the forestry area tomorrow.

Thinking of seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao soon, the couple was so excited they didn't know what to do.

They spent a long time asking before figuring out the way.

Jiang Yue almost froze seeing her own mother.

"Mom, Dad, why have you come? Child's father, Mom and Dad are here!"