Du Juan, however, pulled Meng Jingwei into the house and sat with her. She held Meng Jingwei's hand reluctantly, "My dear daughter, I never expected you to get married so soon. After you're married, you must be virtuous and sensible. Don't act like a child all the time, okay?"
"Oh, Mom, I'll always be your child."
Meng Jingwei hugged Du Juan affectionately, acting spoiled. "I'm not marrying far away. I can come back whenever I want. And if you miss me, you can come live in the city with us."
"Your father and I have lived in the countryside our whole lives. We're already used to rural life. We definitely won't go to the city. Your father and I just hope you two will be happy."
"I knew you loved me the most, Mom."
Meng Jingwei looked up and saw Du Juan's eyes turning red. She couldn't help but laugh. "Mom, I'm getting married, not going to war. Why are you crying?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Du Juan slapped her on the forehead. "You little brat, you were so tiny when you were a child..."
Du Juan gestured with her hand. "I raised you from infancy, feeding you and changing your diapers. Your father and I worried ourselves sick over you. Now you've grown up, and before we could even enjoy your company for a couple of years, you're going to someone else's house. Of course, Mom..."
As she spoke, Du Juan's voice choked up. "Of course I'll miss you."
"I know, I know. I'll miss you too."
Du Juan's words made Meng Jingwei feel sad too. "It's okay, we're not far apart. I'll come back every few days. For the New Year, we'll spend it at the Qing family's one year, and at our home the next. I've already discussed it with A Ye."
"Those are small matters."
Du Juan wiped away her tears, stood up, and walked to the table. She opened a drawer and took out a red box with peeling paint.
Sitting beside Meng Jingwei, she opened the box. "Mom has something to give you."
"What is this?"
Meng Jingwei was full of curiosity, wondering what was inside the red lacquer box.
"This is for you."
Opening the lid, Du Juan took out something wrapped in red cloth from the box. It was a jade bracelet.
Although the bracelet was old, it was still as lustrous as new. Its texture was transparent, and its color was excellent. It was clearly a high-quality jade bracelet.
"Mom, I didn't know you had hidden treasures!"
Meng Jingwei smiled brightly. "If I hadn't gotten married, would you not have given it to me?"
Actually, Meng Jingwei didn't lack such things.
On one of her wrists, she wore a bracelet given to her by Han Junyan. Although Han Junyan's identity was questionable, Meng Jingwei felt that the bracelet could save her life at a critical moment.
Therefore, she had never taken it off.
She also had the bracelet that Old Madam Qing had given her, which was a family heirloom of the Qing family. She felt the bracelet was too expensive, so she had taken it off and kept it in the Night Breeze Apartment.
"What are you thinking about? This bracelet was given to me by your grandmother. Your father and I only have you as our daughter. Who else would we give it to?"
"Hahaha... I was just kidding."
Meng Jingwei smiled knowingly.
A moment later, Meng Tianhua walked in. He glanced at Meng Jingwei, threw the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, and stomped it out. "Alas, a daughter grows up and leaves her parents. I should have asked your mother for a son earlier."
He said it jokingly.
"Even if I had a son, Dad, you would still dote on me the most." Meng Jingwei tilted her head and rested it on Du Juan's shoulder.
Du Juan shot Meng Tianhua a glare. "You're always talking nonsense in front of our daughter. You're never serious."