Sang Yu arrived at the door of her house and pinched her arm hard, her eyes instantly turning red.
"Gosh, it really hurts."
Then Sang Yu opened the door and went inside, crying as soon as she entered, "Aunt."
Chen Jinlan was startled: "You little rascal, why are you shouting?"
Seeing her empty-handed, Chen Jinlan's heart sank, "You little rascal, where are the groceries I asked you to buy?"
Sang Yu shrank back fearfully, sobbing as she spoke, "Aunt, as soon as I got to the market, my money was stolen. I, I've searched for a long time, but, but I couldn't find it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jinlan was instantly furious, "You useless little rascal, how could you lose the money!"
Chen Jinlan raised her hand to hit Sang Yu.
Sang Yu wasn't about to let herself be hit, dodging while knocking over things in the house.
Seeing this, Chen Jinlan became even angrier.
Song Zhenhua opened the study room door and saw the scene in the living room, yelling, "What's going on?!"
Chen Jinlan pointed at Sang Yu and said, "This useless little rascal lost the money for groceries. I bet she hid it herself!"
Song Zhenhua's gloomy gaze fell on Sang Yu.
Sobbed Sang Yu said, "No, Aunt, it really was lost. I've searched for a long time and really couldn't find it. I'm sorry, Aunt."
Seeing her cowardly appearance, Song Zhenhua withdrew his gaze, "Fine, so you lost the grocery money, big deal. How much could it be? Just go buy more, no need to make such a fuss at home."
Chen Jinlan had to swallow her anger.
In the end, it was Chen Jinlan who went to buy groceries, cursing Sang Yu the whole way.
Sang Yu didn't mind, she went back to her room to draw.
Even though there was no outcome yet, she still had to prepare the manuscript in advance.
These days, Song Jiajia went out every day, returning with a smile on her face each time.
She always looked at Sang Yu with a bit of schadenfreude and smugness.
Sang Yu couldn't be bothered to argue, knowing the wedding day was approaching.
She had to figure out how to make Song Zhenhua cough up the money on that day.
——
Before they knew it, the wedding day had arrived.
Originally, they were not supposed to marry on the same day; Song Jiajia and Lu Hao's wedding date was supposed to be later.
However, Song Jiajia said to save time, they'd marry together.
Of course, Lu Hao had no issues with it.
Chen Jinlan initially disagreed, thinking that if Li Rumei found out her daughter was marrying such a man, she'd laugh at her.
But Song Jiajia insisted on getting married on the same day.
In her room, Sang Yu dressed herself up; Song Zhenhua at least cared about appearances.
She had Chen Jinlan prepare a red wedding costume and red flowers for her hair.
But having Chen Jinlan dress her up was out of the question.
Sang Yu didn't trust her, so she did it herself.
Sang Yu styled her hair into a loose bun, inserting two red flowers into it.
Then she changed into her clothes.
People of this social class didn't have wedding gowns, only red clothing.
The material Chen Jinlan bought for Sang Yu was clearly the cheapest quality.
Sang Yu wore a thin garment underneath before putting on the wedding outfit.
Once dressed, Sang Yu went outside.
In the living room, she saw Song Jiajia, who was already dressed up.
In contrast to Sang Yu's simplicity, Song Jiajia looked very grand.
A bright red long dress, obviously meticulously styled hair, and even more flowers on her head.
However, the makeup on her face was quite indescribable.
Seeing Sang Yu, a trace of jealousy flashed in Song Jiajia's eyes; even though she was given the worst items.
Why did she look so expensive wearing them?
And that face, even without any makeup, was just beautiful; there was a sense of natural beauty exceeding the beauty of flowers.
Her face twisted briefly due to jealousy.
Chen Jinlan also saw Sang Yu, snorted coldly, and thought, this little vixen, she knew it!
Song Zhenhua walked in from outside and saw the distinct contrast in their attire, frowning and glaring at Chen Jinlan.
Chen Jinlan turned her head away, pretending not to care.
Song Zhenhua had to hold back; it wasn't the time to get angry.
The groom has come to pick up the bride.
Someone outside shouted loudly.
Crowds cheered.
The hallway was packed with people watching the excitement.
Jiang Jingming was the first to arrive, in a Hongqi sedan.
People stared at the car, filled with curiosity and envy.
Li Rumei looked somewhat jealous, but remembering something, she smiled again.
"Mom, are you smiling because you're angry?" A dark-skinned young girl, resembling Li Rumei in features, stood beside her.
"You're the only one who understands." Li Rumei patted the girl's head.
The young girl held her head in confusion.
Jiang Jingming was accompanied by several men, all from the police station.
The happiest among them was Lin Wen, holding wedding candies and red envelopes, giving candies even to passing dogs.
Well, their captain was getting married, so they were happy!
Jiang Jingming didn't look too pleased.
"How could Jiajia not want such a good match?"
"Indeed, a great match! Look at the stature, so capable."
"Which aspect are you talking about, Auntie?"
The aunt who spoke laughed heartily, "What's wrong? Don't you all appreciate capable ones?"
The young ones blushed hearing this.
"Seriously, this kid is great; handsome, a policeman, drives a car. If it were me, I'd hold on tight; why change?"
"Oh, I saw Song Jiajia running out laughing crazily with pride these days." Li Rumei said.
"Mom, that's called basking in the pleasures of spring."
The young girl received another flick on the forehead.
"You know too much."
"I've heard that the man Song Jiajia brought back that day seems to be a temporary worker at the steel factory. I heard he only has two old folks at home and a sister, and the job was originally hers."
"Oh dear, so incompetent? Did Song Jiajia lose her mind—choosing him over someone good?"
"Who knows."
While chatting, Jiang Jingming arrived at Song Zhenhua's house.
The door of Song Zhenhua's house was wide open.
Jiang Jingming and Lin Wen walked in together, the rest stayed outside.
The room was so small; Jiang Jingming alone hardly fit.
Today Jiang Jingming wore an army-green uniform, standing straight and exuding an imposing presence.
Young face, shiny buzz cut, stern eyebrows tensed, and dark, deep eyes filled with unnamed emotions.
Seeing Jiang Jingming in this outfit, just like the previous life, Song Jiajia felt complicated.