The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Early in the morning, Jiang Xiaoxiao was dragged out of bed by Fan Xiuying.

Yawning and stumbling around, Fan Xiuying couldn't help but laugh.

"Quickly wash your face, and come back so I can tidy you up. People will be here soon; your eldest sister and brother-in-law are coming today, and even Mr. Wang is coming. Hurry up and get ready yourself. How can a bride sleep in?"

She was worried that when the guests arrived, seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao's disheveled appearance, they'd say the new bride is too lazy.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to wash her face with water. A splash of cold water on her face instantly refreshed her.

"Mom, are you washing my face with cold water? Are you really my mother?"

With a grievance-filled look.

Fan Xiuying gave her a slap, "Yes, I'm not your real mom! Quickly wash!"

By the time Jiang Yue, Qin Ming, and the others arrived, the place was bustling with excitement.

Everyone was helping out.

Three tables were set up in the yard.

These long tables were borrowed from the head of the forestry farm.

Chairs were brought along too.

After being cleaned, they were lined with peanuts, sunflower seeds, candies, apples, and four plates of rice crispy treats, sponge cakes, sachima, and animal biscuits.

This level is not something just anyone could have.

On each plate was a red double happiness character.

Two tables for men, and one table for women.

On the men's tables, there were cigarettes too.

This was quite the grand gesture.

People were surprised when they saw this.

But upon seeing Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song, everyone understood.

It seemed that Old Song couldn't bear to see his grandson suffer.

Actually, it was a misunderstanding.

All the young people understood; they were not short on money.

If it weren't strictly forbidden, afraid of exposing their wealth, they were eager to pay out of pocket to organize a grand banquet for the captain and Jiang Xiaoxiao, to have a feast and enjoy themselves.

We're not short on money.

But now they had to hold back.

Jiang Yue and Qin Ming were so busy they didn't touch the ground; they had a lot to manage for their sister's wedding, and the new house had been completely transformed. Jiang Xiaoxiao was now waiting in the new house.

The bicycle they pushed was brand new, with a big red flower hanging from the handlebar.

Many people were impressed by this brand new 26-inch bicycle; it was the dowry from the bride's family.

Although today's wedding ceremony wasn't that lavish, there's still a big difference between different weddings.

Dowries are also an important point of comparison.

Seeing the bride's family being so generous, the semiconductor Fan Xiuying bought a few days ago was already enough to make people envious here.

Having a semiconductor radio, to listen to the news or storytelling, felt different. In this era, not every family could afford a television.

It's not something you can just have when you want, especially in remote forest farms where signals couldn't be received.

But semiconductor radios were different; everyone liked listening to them.

And they could also relieve boredom.

Now the sister brought a bike.

This was considered an impressive wedding dowry.

It was clear that Jiang Xiaoxiao was deeply cherished at home.

The young people had known, ever since Jiang Xiaoxiao's parents came.

They understood that actually, there's a saying of favoring daughters over sons in this world.

But the workers at the forestry farm didn't know, and when they came and saw this, they realized just how much the Jiang family doted on their child.

Seventy to eighty people squeezed around several packed tables.

Song Moting came out to entertain the guests.

He wore a dark gray suit with a spotless white shirt.

This was specially made by Jiang Xiaoxiao, the fabric of the suit was light and surprisingly suitable for making such a style with summer material.

Song Moting was astonished, what kind of wife had he found?

She could do anything.

He secretly rejoiced.

Song Moting recognized that its style and material were top-notch, because he knew that this kind of clothing was seen in Jingbei when his uncles and others attended foreign events.

The style was much inferior to his.

Jiang Xiaoxiao made it very suitable, and importantly, wearing this suit made him look so handsome it took people's breath away.

With a sturdy figure and deep features, even his suntanned skin made people envious.

The male young people couldn't help but look envious and jealous.

With the red tie, and a groom's flower on his chest.

This was the standard for today's groom.

Song Moting knew Jiang Xiaoxiao made clothes for Grandpa and Grandma, but he didn't expect she also made wedding attire for him, saying he wasn't happy would be a lie.

This is really hand-made by his wife.

Didn't you notice everyone looking on with envy?

Song Moting warmly greeted everyone.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song were also delighted.

The only fly in the ointment was that, for the groom's family, only Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song were present, nobody else came.

Especially Song Moting's parents; even if it's his stepmother, isn't this the time to at least pretend?

It seems that there must be an insurmountable rift between Song Moting and his stepmother; otherwise, even if they had to fake it, they could have made a pretense right now.

Old Sir Song looked at the bride's family, feeling somewhat dismayed.

"Once we return, I'll call that rascal. It's his son; what does he want?"

He deliberately lowered his voice.

Afraid others would overhear and ruin the day's atmosphere.

Old Mrs. Song squeezed her husband's hand, shaking her head.

This second son of theirs remains so oblivious even now, he's been like this all his life.

What kind of age could make a man disagree with his own son?

He's really regressing as he ages.

But today is their grandson's big day.

They must rejoice.

Everyone took their places.

Jiang Xiaoxiao finally came out.

For a moment, everyone in the room fell silent.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wore a conservative long red dress that reached her ankles, with handmade matching lace adorning the hem and neckline, and numerous handcrafted rose petals clustered at the skirt. She twisted her hair up and put on red high heels.

Even though this would be just an ordinary wedding, she was determined to appear like a bride.

At least she wanted to look like the kind of bride she liked, but compared to modern wedding gowns, her options were so limited.

This was the only choice she had.

On the day of great joy finally arriving, Jiang Xiaoxiao was astonishingly calm, her hands steady as she applied powder and makeup.

This was brought by her older sister; it wasn't the feeling she liked, but it was the only adornment she could use.

If she didn't do this, Fan Xiuying would burst in and help dress her up herself.

Perhaps because of this, she was so exhausted she didn't even know to be nervous.

Now she appeared before everyone present.

Everyone was waiting for them, Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand was icy cold.

Song Moting stood still for a moment, then stepped forward to grasp her left hand, using his large, warm fingers to transmit his warmth to her.

He sensed her trembling, and then symbolically circled her waist with his arm.

This attracted laughter and whistles from the younger folks present.

The two recited their vows, vows characteristic of this era, not traditional wedding vows.

When it was Jiang Xiaoxiao's turn, she unexpectedly found that her voice was equally steady.

Amidst everyone's cheers, Song Moting slid a plain gold ring onto her finger from his pocket, and Jiang Xiaoxiao also took out a gold band and slipped it onto Song Moting's knuckle, a plain ring like hers.

This ring was prepared by Song Moting for Jiang Xiaoxiao in advance, along with other things brought from Hai City.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn't expected she would also have a ring.

In this era, rings weren't yet in vogue; in her past life, she had never worn a ring.

The conditions didn't allow for it, and the wedding ring on her hand seemed glaringly out of place, symbolizing that she was now someone else's wife.

And then there were the jewelry sets and clothes, all the latest styles from Hai City.

The ceremony complete, they were married.

"Bride and groom, you need to share a nuptial drink."

Someone suggested mischievously, and they brought out a bottle of their special vintage liquor.

Having the bride and groom partake in entertainment was also a custom of the wedding.

Jiang Xiaoxiao braced herself and drank; she wasn't afraid, as her alcohol tolerance was pretty good.

The problem was, after the shared drink, there came biting into an apple and lighting cigarettes, activities simply popping up one after another.

The two of them were kept busy running in circles.

Finally, Old Sir Song's stern gaze silenced everyone, and they obediently released them.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nearly collapsed onto the bed as soon as she stepped into the new bridal room.

In her past life, there was essentially no wedding ceremony; she just carried a small bundle and was married, without relatives or friends, and nothing but the two of them settling down to life together.

What Jiang Xiaoxiao faced was the sudden addition of three children, becoming someone's wife and mother.

The busyness and chaos left her struggling to cope, with no time to experience what being a bride felt like.

Only in this lifetime did she learn that marriage is truly not a simple matter, but although physically exhausted, she felt excited emotionally.

This was her wedding, a memory for a lifetime.

This time she was to join hands for a lifetime with someone she liked, with whom she hoped to envision a beautiful future.

Life began a new chapter.