The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Ye Hua looked at the food, seeing that the old man was a bit tipsy, stood up and spoke to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, can I have a word with you?"

The atmosphere at the table had already relaxed a lot, with many people having left.

Mr. Wang had already taken a car and left; he had work at the county and couldn't stay overnight.

He also took Jiang Yue and Qin Ming with him, as they had to take their child back and go to work tomorrow, having taken a day off.

Everyone originally thought Ye Hua and Fang Peizhong should have left long ago, but the two sat from the beginning to the end stubbornly.

On such a joyous day, it's not polite to chase someone away after all.

This time, Ye Hua spoke, and Jiang Xiaoxiao was quite surprised. She had been pondering, originally thinking Ye Hua should find the old man, but seeing her approach, she immediately understood it was for herself.

"Aunt Ye, whatever you want to say, just say it."

She pretended not to understand Ye Hua's intention. Ye Hua definitely wanted to pull her aside to talk quietly.

In such a public setting, Ye Hua wouldn't have the guts to act rashly.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't want to deal with Ye Hua's anger; today was her first day of marriage!

This woman was coming to bring bad luck.

There must be some kind of plot.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn't planning to indulge Ye Hua.

The last time she tried to scheme against her, wanting her to replace Fang Peizhong in the countryside, this time the plan was broken by herself.

Fang Peizhong didn't get to enjoy his rich boy life in the city like in the last life; what kind of scheme is this time?

But no matter the plot, it couldn't succeed with her.

Remain unchanged to deal with all changes.

As long as Ye Hua really doesn't care about face.

The lively atmosphere at the table instantly quieted down.

"Xiaoxiao, I wanted to talk to you alone."

Ye Hua felt a bit embarrassed, cursing this cunning girl in her heart; wasn't it obvious she was pretending to be confused when she understood?

Could she say such things in front of so many people?

That would disgrace the Fang family.

Fang Zhiyuan would tear her apart back home.

Song Moting glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Aunt Ye, if you have something to say, just say it here. Why need to talk to Xiaoxiao alone? Today is my first day of marriage, just got my wife and haven't even warmed up. Are you planning to snatch her away from me? That's not right."

He said this with a smile, blatantly tangling up the issue.

Ye Hua was even speechless; could saying a few words harm?

She had never met Old Sir Song's eldest grandson, and couldn't have imagined he could be so unruly, speaking such words in front of many people, suitable or not!

This was in public.

Had to be a bit mindful of the impact.

"It's nothing, then forget it. I'll talk another day."

If this could be said in front of everyone, would she still be having such a hard time?

Ye Hua had to stand up, pulling Fang Peizhong away.

The old lady looked at her grandson, really protective of his wife. He just married her, and already was so protective. It seemed like she might soon hold a great-grandchild.

"Alright, alright, you've both been tired all day, go back to your room and rest. There's no use for you here, your grandfather can drink for at least another two hours. If you stay here with him, nobody's sleeping tonight."

Fan Xiuying also quickly urged them, letting them go rest. The couple had just got married today.

Tired all day, they shouldn't need to do anything.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had to go back to the room, though she wasn't feeling very tired; her parents had been the busy ones.

In the past life, her marriage was quietly handled, but this life, she had parents, a sister, and so many people around her, with their blessings. She suddenly felt life from here on would get better.

This was the difference.

Reincarnation was probably meant to let her experience a different life.

The only regret was that her best friend Jia Shu wasn't there.

But sitting there, she couldn't help but worry; Jia Shu went back for over 20 days, no such thing happened in her past life.

What was going on?

A few days ago, she even mentioned to the team leader about urging Jia Shu to return to the team; educated youths couldn't stay at home for long without permission.

Li Dahu also said he'd make a call these days; the matter could only urge Jia Shu's street.

"What are you thinking about, so deep in thought? I got you some footwashing water, quickly wash your face and feet."

Song Moting brought in a basin of hot water.

He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao was tired. Not to mention Jiang Xiaoxiao, he, a big man, had been busy all day and was exhausted.

He really hadn't expected marriage to be so tiring.

Though tired, his heart was full of joy.

A joy called happiness bubbled continuously in his heart.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled, soaked her feet, and was about to pour the water and help Song Moting pour a basin.

A couple living together implies mutual care; one couldn't just rely on Song Moting's affection, ignoring care for her husband, that's no kind of couple.

Song Moting took over, "I'll do it, I'll do it! You're all clean now, quickly get on the bed."

Seeing his wife, with washing done and dressed in sleeping clothes, Song Moting was already parched.

How could he bear to let his wife go out at this moment?

With her in that figure-hugging dress and gown, letting others see was unacceptable.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had to get on the bed; the sleeping gown was self-made, a small floral cotton fabric tailored into a gown, specifically making two sets, one dress, and one long sleeve with pants.

Song Moting wasn't as fortunate; she'd wanted to make him a set, but none of the cotton was in appealing colors.

If a man wore a floral pajamas, even if Jiang Xiaoxiao made it, Song Moting probably wouldn't wear it.

So she dropped the idea.

Song Moting hastily washed up outside, with steam still rising from his skin, he returned and shut the door.

Song Moting stood still, watching Jiang Xiaoxiao. She bit her lip, allowing his searching gaze to take her in completely, as if he could see through her floral robe.

He sat on the bed, took off his shoes, then stood to pull out his shirt.

He unbuttoned, removed his shirt, staring at her without blinking.

He walked toward her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao shivered with nervousness, helpless; they loved each other, yet shared nothing more than a kiss.

She forced herself not to tremble.

She was about to be intimate with someone, dread crept over her.

Her past life's wedding experience wasn't joyful.

She tried hard not to think of past events; this was Song Moting, a new person, the one she loved.

He loved her, cared for her, would be gentle and considerate, different from what she thought of as a husband.

She had to believe he'd not hurt her.

Jiang Xiaoxiao grasped her clothes with nervous fingers, biting her lower lip.

But who could tell her that imagination and reality were entirely different concepts?

Her nervousness didn't vanish just because this was the person she loved.

Song Moting noticed her anxious gaze, slipped a hand into her hair.

"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured.

"I won't hurt you!" he lifted her head, forcing her to look at him.

He carried her to the bed, then turned off all the lights.

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