Old Chen Tou had never supported the marriage between Qing Muyue and Meng Jingwei.
"Old Chen Tou, I never regret the decisions I've made."
Meng Jingwei's expression was solemn, and she added, "You should know that even if we don't get married, what's meant to come will still come."
"Then do you know how dangerous it will be on the wedding day?"
Old Chen Tou was more concerned about Meng Jingwei's safety.
"Qing Muyue is more aware of the safety issues than I am. Besides, I contacted Desi Tini a week ago. With her and Qing Muyue's people providing double protection, it won't be too dangerous, though not entirely foolproof."
Meng Jingwei had considered everything that he could.
Some things had to be faced sooner or later; running away would solve nothing.
"Have you thought it all through?"
Old Chen Tou asked repeatedly.
Meng Jingwei lowered her head in thought, and after a long while, she nodded heavily, "Yes, I've thought it through. This time, I won't turn back."
Looking back at the past, Qing Muyue had done so much for her, so many silent sacrifices. If she couldn't walk into the hall of marriage hand in hand with him, it would likely be a lifelong regret.
Old Chen Tou raised his hand to stroke his beard, only to realize belatedly that his goatee had already been trimmed. He then touched the short white beard on his chin.
His cloudy eyes held an unfathomable chill, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
He stared at Meng Jingwei for a long time before finally sighing, "Since you've made your choice, don't regret it. I'm going to work now, I've run out of leave."
Chu Jian Wedding Company was Qing Muyue's company. Old Chen Tou wouldn't be reprimanded even if he didn't go to work.
He was just making an excuse to leave.
"Alright, remember to come back to the hometown with me tomorrow."
Meng Jingwei didn't try to keep him.
Old Chen Tou stood up, his hands behind his back. As he was leaving, he looked at her one last time, his gaze filled with unspoken meaning.
Vaguely, Meng Jingwei felt that Old Chen Tou had a lot to say, but in the end, he said nothing.
He left.
His retreating figure appeared unusually old, filled with an ineffable loneliness.
In the afternoon, Qing Muyue handled the hospital discharge procedures for Meng Jingwei and sent her back to the countryside the next day.
Lin Meng, Shi Ran, Chu Xue, Ji Lanfeng, Steve, Ivan, Yuan Wei, Lu Sen, Tang Si, Han Yu, Lu Yanming, Yu Yu, and others accompanied Qing Muyue to Meng Jingwei's maternal home.
Old Chen Tou, of course, was not left out.
According to local wedding customs, on the day before the wedding, the bride's family would host a grand banquet to entertain guests.
Their arrival made the house exceptionally lively.
Qing Muyue brought many things, all of which were betrothal gifts, so his subordinates also drove several cars.
As the group arrived at the village, their cars parked by the roadside. Looking at them, one could see...
Ferraris, Porsches, Maybachs, Lamborghinis, and the least expensive was an Audi.
This display attracted the villagers to come and join the excitement, all of them filled with envy.
"Wow, Jingwei has hitched herself to a rich man, found a good family."
"So much money, wow, I'm so envious."
"All the people here today are rich. Those few men are so handsome; I wish they were my husbands."
"Tch, she's trying to become a phoenix by flying onto a branch. Once he gets tired of her, he'll kick her away."
"Being able to marry a rich man is her capability."
"Isn't it?"
"From now on, Old Meng and Du Juan can hold their heads high."
"Hold their heads high? I think they'll be looking down on people from now on."
...
The Du Juan couple paid no attention to the gossip from others.
Most people in the countryside couldn't stand to see others do well, so such unpleasant words were not surprising.
After everyone got out of the cars, carrying their gifts, they congratulated the elders, making them beam with joy.
In the free afternoon, they sat together playing cards and drinking, creating a very lively atmosphere.