Just as Jing Yiren had guessed, these people were probably relatives from Fang Xiaoya's husband's side.
She followed their pace towards the guest room.
Only to see them barred from entering by Fang Xiaoya's parents…
"..." Jing Yiren, trailing behind, sensed an air of displeasure from Fang Xiaoya's parents.
"Mother of the groom! Is this how you behave? It's not yet time, yet the groom's family has already arrived? Shouldn't you await the auspicious hour when the groom comes to fetch the bride?"
Donned in bright red qipaos, the elderly couple with graying hair stood bewildered.
In a regional accent, they protested, "Aiyah! We've already travelled all this way. Are you trying to get us to leave? Is this any way to treat your in-laws?"
"..." Fang Xiaoya's parents were left speechless.
A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event for their daughter. To completely disregard tradition like this – don't they know it's bad luck?
