"I was just joking with our daughter, why are you taking it so seriously."
Meng Tianhua snorted and turned to walk aside, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find something.
Then he walked up to Meng Jingwei and handed her a bank card. "Here, this bank card is for you. It contains all our savings from these years. It's not much, just three to four hundred thousand. Spend it wisely, and don't always rely on Qing Muye's money."
"Even though you're married to him, spending his money every day isn't good. Over time, people will gossip."
The elderly couple worried that the disparity in their backgrounds might cause Meng Jingwei to suffer after marriage.
"How is there so much money? Mom never mentioned we had savings when you were hospitalized," Meng Jingwei asked, confused.
"Your mother and I are old now, and spending this money on medical treatment would be a waste. This is your dowry money; we won't spend it even if we die," Meng Tianhua said dismissively.
His casual remark revealed their deep affection for Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei was deeply touched. She stood up and hugged Meng Tianhua tightly. "Wuwu... Dad, you're so good. I suddenly don't want to get married anymore. With you and Mom by my side, I'm the happiest."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Qing Muye is good to you too. I think that boy is worth entrusting yourself to."
Based on their observations, they could tell that Qing Muye genuinely loved their daughter.
The family of three chatted at length in the room.
Knock, knock, knock—
The room door chimed.
Meng Jingwei, standing at the door, opened it casually.
Qing Muye smiled and walked in, "Dad, Mom, I need to talk to you about something."
"Come in," Meng Tianhua said, gesturing to a chair. "Sit down."
Qing Muye nodded slightly and sat down. "Tomorrow is my wedding with A'wei. Aren't you coming to Lancheng with us?"
"We won't be going." Du Juan glanced at Meng Tianhua and shook her head. "We'll entrust our daughter to you. As long as you can make her happy, our hearts will be at ease."
"Yes, I, Meng Tianhua, only have this one daughter." Meng Jingwei looked at Meng Jingwei and then said, "We won't go to Lancheng. Let your master come. We have many guests and relatives at home; we can't just leave them behind."
Qing Muye remained silent and looked at Meng Jingwei, seeking her opinion.
Meng Jingwei lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. "Yes, that's fine."
At noon, everyone had lunch together. In the afternoon, Qing Muye, Tang Si, Lu Yanming, and others left with Qing Muye.
The twenty-second day of the eighth lunar month, the sky was clear and vast.
Early in the morning, at seven-thirty.
Twenty red Ferraris, adorned with ribbons and red "囍" characters, arrived at Meng Tianhua's house.
As it was still early, there weren't many guests, so there wasn't any congestion.
The cars had departed from a hotel in Xuancheng City, so their arrival was quick.
At home, Meng Jingwei had started her makeup and preparations as early as five in the morning, and everything was progressing smoothly.
After the cars stopped, two sets of firecrackers and fireworks were lit at the entrance of the Meng family's house.
Crackle, crackle—
Bang, bang, bang—!!
The decorated entrance of the Meng family's house was particularly festive and lively with the sound of firecrackers, creating a very good atmosphere.
Led by Qing Muye, several groomsmen followed behind.
Seeing them approach, Shi Ran quickly ran into the bedroom. "Sister Wei, Sister Wei, Mr. Qing is here, hahahaha... I'm going to block the door and demand red envelopes..."
Meng Jingwei, dressed in a exquisite wedding gown, sat on the bed and couldn't help but laugh. "Ask for a lot. Every bit counts."
"Of course. Shi Ran and I will definitely fleece him for a good sum." Ivan held Shi Ran's hand, closed the bedroom door, and they stood guard at the entrance.