The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Song Moting looked at his wife in this dress.

"Xiao Xiao, you're truly beautiful!"

Everyone has a love for beauty, and he couldn't escape that; naturally, his wife was already pretty.

Today, wearing this outfit, his first glance was truly stunning.

At first sight, she was like the most delicate flower in a sea of blossoms, especially Xiao Xiao's radiant smile surrounded by passionate red roses, beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble.

"I made this wedding dress for myself. Had I followed my mom's advice, you'd be seeing a bride in a bulky red cotton jacket and pants today."

Jiang Xiaoxiao proudly straightened up to answer, not following her mom's wishes was absolutely correct, though unfortunately, she didn't hire someone to take photos. Otherwise, dressed like this, the two standing together would be a perfect match.

Song Moting couldn't help but pull her into his arms; she was now his.

His chest warmed with emotion.

The thought of doing something stirred within him.

"Xiao Song, Xiao Xiao, come over quickly for dinner."

Fan Xiuying's shout extinguished the romantic thoughts in Song Moting's mind.

Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled.

"Hurry up, my mom surely made something delicious today. I'm starving, I've only had two poached eggs in the morning and they kept me busy all day. Now I'm so hungry my chest is touching my back."

She dragged Song Moting out.

A big hand holding a small hand.

Fingers intertwined.

Song Moting suddenly realized that from today, he would have another person by his side, and this companionship would last a lifetime, through life, old age, sickness, and death, they would be together in every lifetime.

He tightened his hold on Jiang Xiaoxiao's fingers, "Xiao Xiao, I will treat you well for a lifetime. Don't worry."

The coldness of Jiang Xiaoxiao's fingers suddenly made him aware that she was still a young girl, though already 19, she had abruptly leapt from her parents' doting and family care to his side.

The life she had known was completely overturned, how worried and scared she must be about the future.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded with trustful eyes; she believed that no matter what, Song Moting was worthy of her trust.

The two arrived at their small canteen and saw a table full of dishes.

By now, people had dispersed outside, leaving only their own family.

Of course, the production team leader of the farm and the head of the forestry were still there; they were the witnesses, and eating this meal at this time was certainly appropriate.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song were in the seats of honor.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was somewhat surprised to see Ye Hua and Fang Peizhong.

Unexpectedly, these two stayed for the meal; in what capacity? Could it be they were acting as relatives of the bride's family?

Fan Xiuying looked at her son-in-law and daughter, directly pulling them to sit next to the grandparents.

She sat close to her daughter, her eyes full of joy when she looked at her, especially admiring her daughter's beautiful attire.

However, Fan Xiuying's heart still held concern; she felt the only flaw was her daughter wasn't wearing the cotton jacket and pants, which signify her daughter's future life of warmth and comfort.

"Come, everyone, let's dig in. The bride and groom are here, let's raise our glasses to congratulate them, wishing them a happy and fulfilling new life. And of course, I hope for an early birth of a great-grandson, which will let me, an old man, close my eyes in peace. I'd love a great-granddaughter too; don't worry, our family doesn't favor boys over girls, we love them both equally."

Even such a serious person like Old Sir Song was able to say these words today.

Everyone laughed.

"Old Sir, Xiao Song is capable, and Xiao Xiao is quite a remarkable girl. They will definitely live a beautiful life together. You can look forward to your great-grandchild!"

Guo Dongjun raised his glass and spoke to Old Sir Song, satisfied with the two young intellectuals before him, a couple truly beautiful in their talents and appearance.

"Thanks for your kind words, thanks for your kind words!"

Mr. Wang also raised his glass. He was purposely representing his parents today because his grandfather had another bout of high blood pressure and ended up in the hospital, so his mom and dad returned to their hometown to care for him.

Had it not been for that, his parents would definitely have come to the wedding; how could they miss Jiang Xiaoxiao's wedding?

In their eyes, Jiang Xiaoxiao was a benefactor to their family; Mr. Wang's father's rheumatism had long been healed, and people were curious about how it happened.

After so many years with rheumatism and aching legs, it disappeared, and everyone was asking.

"Jiang Xiaoxiao, Song Moting, congratulations on your wedding! And by the way, there's also a gift. This wasn't prepared by me, but my parents insisted that I deliver it to you both. It's their heartfelt gift."

Mr. Wang presented the gift, surprisingly it was a sewing machine.

"Mr. Wang, why such a heavy gift? How can I accept it? I appreciate your father's and mother's intentions, but we really cannot accept this gift."

Jiang Xiaoxiao, upon seeing such a significant gift, wondered how she could accept it.

In these times, this was indeed a lavish gift.

Mr. Wang downed his drink and replied with a laugh.

"I've brought this here, so if you don't accept, you'll need to explain to my parents. It wasn't me who gave it to you. If it were up to me, I'd offer you a job and transfer you both to the county town, sparing you the hassle; you're tempting talent our county would love to have."

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting realized that returning this gift was tricky; if they sent it back, the Wang family would likely send it again, creating awkwardness.

"Mr. Wang, thank Wang Uncle and Aunt; we'll accept this gift."

They both had the idea to reciprocate when Mr. Wang eventually married with a gift, returning the sentiment.

The meal was lively and happy.

Ye Hua and Fang Peizhong could hardly eat.

The dishes, indeed, were delicious, with an array of meat and fish.

Fan Xiuying's cooking could rival a restaurant chef's.

Braised pork, crispy chicken, sweet and sour carp, along with various stir-fries and side dishes, made the guests savor the meal.

But both with matters in mind could hardly eat.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao's wedding held so grandly, Ye Hua felt discontent, watching as her own son was about to marry in a few days but had nothing, not even a decent set of clothes to show.

She couldn't help but think of the hundreds of dollars Jiang Xiaoxiao had.

With that money, they might be able to arrange a proper wedding for her son.

But how could Jiang Xiaoxiao possibly give her the money?

Fang Peizhong sat there like a nervous wreck; had it not been for Ye Hua's insistence, he would have stormed off.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's wedding, conducted so grandly with so many guests invited, felt like a slap in the face to him, as his marriage approached.

Surely, in the coming days, everyone would enthusiastically talk about Jiang Xiaoxiao's wedding.

When his own wedding arrived, what could he do?

In comparison, he'd be humiliated.

Not only was there no decent attire prepared, but even today's banquet, he couldn't possibly match.

Not to mention their new home, everything furnished brand new, with just a fresh coat of paint on the walls.

And today, the gifts, how many were given: bicycles, radios, now even a sewing machine.

Not to mention folks attending the wedding; even farm workers contributed gifts, ones that could make anyone envious. Nowadays, those who splurge on gifts might give a quilt or a blanket, which is considered generous.

Ordinary families would mostly give kettles, basins, soap, towels, or money.

If it's money, it's just pennies on the dollar.

But today, seeing how many forestry workers gave blankets, towel quilts, pillow towels—each blanket worth over a dozen dollars.

How could they give away such gifts so easily, just who is Jiang Xiaoxiao to them?

He didn't know that many forestry workers had a good rapport with Jiang Xiaoxiao, having their children's and family's health restored, saving lives.

They were indebted, otherwise, Jiang Xiaoxiao refused any gifts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was kind-hearted; never had she cared for these exchanges, but they felt uneasy.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's wedding was such a joyous event.

Taking this opportunity, everyone exerted efforts to gift her, partly expressing gratitude and partly sincerely wishing her a happy marriage.

So, they weren't stingy.

Fang Peizhong felt discomfort; he lacked the capacity to hold a proper wedding.

The farm's youth couldn't help but chat about it.

He cast a harsh glare at Jiang Xiaoxiao—all because of her.

Getting married is one thing, but making such a big deal, what's the point?