The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Fang Xiaohui is getting married in three days.

She felt a bit excited inside.

Finally getting married, once she marries into the Song family, everything would be all set.

In her past life, she didn't marry into the Song family, she just married a factory director.

In the past life, because she didn't strive hard enough, the Song family didn't choose her, although Jiang Xiaoxiao's involvement saved her from going to the countryside to be a "zhiqing."

However, back then, the hardships she went through for her job, for her future, no one else knew.

This time around, she doesn't need to work extra hard and still walks a different path; in this life, she has latched onto the big tree of the Song family and married into it.

Didn't you see, although she hasn't graduated from nursing school, she already has a position in the hospital.

Her mother-in-law has also instructed her that when she graduates from nursing school, she can become the head nurse after working for six months.

She also told her to continue learning privately so that in the future, she could be transferred to the best hospital in the city for further study.

At that time, it's possible she could be transferred to the health bureau.

If that happens, Fang Xiaohui will go smoothly into a political career.

Her mother-in-law, even if not for her sake, will plan for the sake of her son.

Compared to the past life, Fang Xiaohui is sailing smoothly in this one.

Thinking about how she'll have a grand wedding in three days, not only has the old lady prepared a new house and everything for them, but even her own family has prepared so much.

Fang Xiaohui had informed many girlfriends long before.

Many people are envious when they hear what her father-in-law and mother-in-law, including her family, have prepared for the dowry.

Fang Xiaohui is a little puzzled; she's getting married in three days, but why hasn't the old lady said a word?

Their new house hasn't been tidied up at all; her mother-in-law knew the old lady was in charge of the new house, so nothing has been painted.

But if the old lady doesn't say anything soon, they can't do anything themselves.

Fang Xiaohui felt a bit uneasy.

Mrs. Song regarded this future daughter-in-law; aside from being somewhat petty, she was actually quite good otherwise.

"Let's go, today we'll go ask the old lady about the situation. The matter of the new house must be settled now. Otherwise, what will you newlyweds do? The old lady has it all prepared; could she have forgotten about it?"

She was happy when Fang Xiaohui mentioned her mother-in-law prepared a new house and furniture for her son.

She had been married into the Song family for so many years.

But never won the favor of the old lady, and the old lady's attitude towards her and her son was just so-so.

Her son's affection never surpassed that of the bastard.

She never expected the old lady would make such elaborate efforts for the wedding this time.

She figured the old lady probably thought it over; after all, the bastard had gone to the countryside to become a "zhiqing," and with her overseeing it, that bastard wouldn't come back.

The old lady likely realized with age that they could only rely on them, so she opened up her mind.

Fang Xiaohui obediently followed Mrs. Song out.

At this point, she needed to maintain a good relationship with her mother-in-law.

Her father-in-law was powerful and listened to her mother-in-law, and her mother-in-law herself wasn't weak either.

She'd heard there was an older brother in the family but had never seen him.

Her in-laws never mentioned him.

Even when she asked her husband, he was vague, making him a mysterious person.

The eldest sister-in-law wasn't worth mentioning; she simply ignored them.

It's not just having the same father but different mothers; she thought she didn't know.

Her mother-in-law acted innocent, stole her sister's man, and angered the sister to death.

Such matters involving morality, she naturally understood, and her mother-in-law was most afraid of others bringing up this past.

The family had a car.

Sitting in the back seat, Mrs. Song glanced at Fang Xiaohui.

"Xiao Hui, I heard your family is giving you a house as a dowry?"

She wasn't coveting her daughter-in-law's dowry; she just thought if it was true, she could save face in front of her old friends.

"Mom, my parents felt guilty for me over the years and wanted to make it up to me, so they prepared a small courtyard, but it's nothing compared to what grandma prepared for us!"

Fang Xiaohui spoke about this with great pride.

Her biological parents made her look good.

Mrs. Song nodded; though this daughter-in-law was barely satisfactory, her family was reliable, and, of course, this family was not Ye Hua.

She used to think Ye Hua, being Mr. Fang's daughter-in-law, was different in status, but after meeting Ye Hua several times, Mrs. Song felt Ye Hua was quite different from the legend.

Now, with a reliable, non-troublesome family, she felt relieved.

"When there's time, invite your parents over for a meal. Since we're in-laws, we should meet each other. Although you're still part of the Fang family, you are their biological child, and if they can help, we should assist."

Fang Xiaohui quickly nodded, "Okay, mom, I'll find time to have them come over."

The car arrived at the old lady's two-story courtyard.

The old lady lived in a high-ranking residential area.

This house was left by the old lady's ancestors; because of the old gentleman's protection, no one dared to bother her during tumultuous times, and now she was a nationally renowned expert, enjoying increasingly better treatment.

This was a symbol of status.

Mrs. Song felt angry looking at it.

The old lady preferred to live alone with the old man rather than stay with their son, making them a laughingstock for outsiders.

But the old lady's and the old man's temper hadn't changed over the years.

Really, who knew what they were thinking.

Mrs. Song calmed herself.

Fortunately, the old lady wasn't completely senile; she knew to depend on their family, and it wasn't too late to realize it.

They knocked on the door.

The maid opened it.

Seeing Mrs. Song, she seemed a bit awkward.

"The old lady said she won't see anyone."

Mrs. Song paused—what did this mean?

"Grandma, we're late, please don't be angry, something happened at home."

"I'm angry, very angry. You've been in Jingbei for ten days and only now come to see me; this old lady is furious."

A voice came from the living room, accompanied by a bright and clear woman's voice.

Mrs. Song asked kindly, "Does the old lady have guests?"

The maid nodded and then shook her head, "Yes! Well, no!"

That response frustrated Mrs. Song—what did she mean?

Was there or wasn't there?

"Auntie, who is it?"

The maid glanced at the living room; she couldn't afford to provoke these people, after all, they were one family.

"Moting came back with his wife."

Everyone knew the relationship between Mrs. Song and this stepson, and the maid thought Mrs. Song would tactfully leave upon hearing this.

Unexpectedly, right after hearing this, Mrs. Song pushed the maid aside and went in.

She didn't even change her shoes.

She marched into the living room in her leather shoes, standing abruptly on the carpet, seeing a girl sitting beside the old lady, and Song Moting sitting on the other side of the old lady.

The old lady was holding the girl's hand, pouting.