Shen Yingxue secretly resented Shen Yunfang's repeated rejections, but her good days were nearing, and she still had to put on a shy and timid expression.
Gazing at the chubby and big-eared man beside her, a wave of revulsion rose unbidden in her heart, but thinking of the benefits she would have after marrying him, and of the child in her belly, she adjusted her expression and gently said to the man beside her, "Dahai, let's go toast the villagers."
Today was Shen Yingxue's big wedding day, with two tables set up in the courtyard and family and friends eating outside.
Zhao Dahai frowned, impatient with dealing with his future in-laws' poor relatives, but thinking of the son in Shen Yingxue's belly, he reluctantly agreed, "Alright, let's go."
The villagers in the courtyard were busy eating and talking.
"Hey, this feast is not as well prepared as when Yunfang hosted," said a daughter-in-law from the old Zhao family.
