A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

After Ren Zhen finished speaking, he took out a pair of silver bracelets from his pocket.

"This bracelet... was given to me by my mother when I got married. People are superstitious about these things now, so I've never taken it out before. Today, I'm giving it to you."

Ren Zhen smiled and said, "You can consider it my dowry to help you, or you can consider it my betrothal gift to Cong Yue. Although it's not worth much money, it's still a token of my goodwill."

"Aunt Ren, no need!" Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly said, "Please don't be so polite. The better you treat Congyue, the better we will treat you. Please don't do this."

"No, you have to take it!" Ren Zhen deliberately frowned and ordered, "I've spoken to your Uncle Shang, as well as Shang Hua and Shang Jiang about this, and they all agree! So just take it!"

Zhuang Qingxiang was both amused and exasperated: "Aunt Ren, you're really treating me like an outsider. I only helped out with a little bit of family matters, it's not worth you treating me like this... If you treat me like this, I'll immediately call Cong Yue and take the child away."

Ren Zhen couldn't keep up the act any longer and laughed again: "Now that you're here, you're not going to leave so easily! If you don't take it today, your Uncle Shang will personally deliver it to you tomorrow!"

Zhuang Qingxiang shuddered at the thought of Shang Jianjun apologizing to her and giving her the bracelet. She quickly said, "Aunt Ren, I accept your gratitude and apology. But forget about the bracelet. It was given to you by your mother. You should keep it for Sister Shang."

"She didn't want it," Ren Zhen said decisively. "Otherwise, this bracelet wouldn't have been kept until now; she would have worn it on her wrist when she first got married..."

Ren Zhen felt a little helpless when she thought about her daughter's first wedding.

The day before the wedding, she took out a bracelet and said it was for her daughter to wear on her wedding day. Not only was she refused, but she was also given a lecture, as if she had given her handcuffs instead of a silver bracelet.

"If this thing stays with me, your Uncle Shang and Ahua might just throw it away. Giving it to you will at least give you something to remember it by," Ren Zhen said with a smile.

Under Ren Zhen's persistent persuasion, Zhuang Qingxiang had no choice but to accept the silver bracelet.

The main problem is that if she doesn't accept the money, Ren Zhen won't leave, and then no one can get any sleep.

Zhuang Qingxiang planned to ask Lu Congyue tomorrow and secretly leave it behind when she left.

Seeing that she had accepted it, Ren Zhen left happily, telling her to get some rest.

The next morning, Zhuang Qingxiang told Lu Congyue about it.

Lu Congyue thought for a moment and said, "Then you can keep it for now. Since Sister Shang doesn't want it, we can add another silver lock after she gets married and has a child, and give it to her together."

That was one solution, so Zhuang Qingxiang put the silver bracelet away safely on her body.

Lu Congyue had work to do today and had to meet up with his colleagues early in the morning, so he assigned the task of taking Zhuang Qingxiang and the children back to the guesthouse to Shang Jiang.

Seeing Shang Jiang's haggard appearance after his hangover, Zhuang Qingxiang didn't rush to leave. She wanted to wait until he felt better.

Shang kept complaining of a headache while holding his teacup, which angered Ren Zhen so much that she slapped him on the head twice before leaving for work.

"Why are you drinking so much at your sister's wedding? You really have no sense of propriety! Go check on your sister later and ask her if she's coming home for dinner today."

"Got it..." Shang Jiangci replied through gritted teeth.

As soon as Ren Zhen left, Shang Jiang complained to Zhuang Qingxiang, "Don't you think my parents are too biased towards my sister? They'll hit me at the slightest disagreement, but towards my sister... even though she's married, they're still worried about her going hungry! If Peng Wanzhou doesn't give my sister food, I'll beat him to death!"

As he spoke, he shook his fist.

Zhuang Qingxiang coughed lightly: "When Sister Shang's allowance was taken away by that guy surnamed Ge, I didn't see you beat him to death."

"..." Shang Jiang was speechless with anger. "How could I not know? My sister only reports good news and never bad. How was I supposed to know she suffered such a huge loss at the Ge family's hands? Ge Jiangtao is truly a scoundrel. It's a waste that I treated him like my brother-in-law, respected him so much, and spoke up for him!"

Mentioning Ge Jiangtao reminded Zhuang Qingxiang of Shang Jiang and that girl Yunyun.

After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what kind of scoundrel Ge Jiangtao is, and how he listened to his sister-in-law's false accusations against Sister Shang? Don't you have any thoughts about that?"

"Yes, I want to beat him up, but the army won't allow it," Shang Jiang sighed. "It's really frustrating not being able to take revenge myself."

"Fine," Zhuang Qingxiang sighed helplessly, then made herself even clearer: "I heard from Yue that you had a conflict with a girl surnamed Tan and are waiting for her to come and apologize to you. It feels just like Ge Jiangtao is waiting for Sister Shang to go back and apologize."

Shang Jiang was taken aback: "What did you say? How can they be the same?"

As she spoke, she became agitated: "I'm not Ge Jiangtao, I'm not as heartless as him, I...I..."

He stammered "me too" for a long time without getting a clear answer, and his expression looked strange.

Zhuang Qingxiang smiled: "There are some things you should listen to Miss Tan about. No matter what happened, she's a party involved, and she has the right to speak, don't you agree?"

Shang Jiang said with a somewhat unpleasant expression, "I only know that hearing is believing and seeing is believing."

Zhuang Qingxiang shook her head and said she wouldn't say anything more; some things could only be left unsaid.

Although she didn't know Miss Tan, she knew exactly who Miss Yunyun was.

Shang sat silently for a while, then suddenly became restless. Soon after, he asked Zhuang Qingxiang if she wanted to go back to the guesthouse, offering to take them back now.

"Okay," Zhuang Qingxiang replied, "Let's go back now."

Shang quickly led them out, having completely forgotten about the task his mother had given him: to find his sister and ask if she was coming home for dinner.

At this time, Shang Hua and Peng Wanzhou hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

For the two of them, whose work and life are both in the military, this is the first time ever.

When the reveille sounded, neither of them even heard it.

The main problem was that the two of them were too rough on their wedding night.

While Shang Hua was asleep, he even felt a little regretful. Was Peng Wanzhou being a little too enthusiastic and fierce about this kind of thing?

She remembered that she and Ge Jiangtao didn't have this kind of energy when they were thirty; back then, they were only focused on arguing and giving each other the silent treatment.

The knocking woke them both up.

Shang Hua was still in a daze when he felt the large furnace beside him disappear.

Soon she heard someone talking, and when she opened her eyes and became somewhat awake, she saw Peng Wanzhou getting dressed.

She sat up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Peng Wanzhou paused, turned around, his eyes darkening, kissed her twice, pulled the blanket up, and said, "I have something to do, I'll be right back, you can continue sleeping."

"Okay, then bring back some breakfast, I'm starving." Shang Hua waved his hand weakly.

Peng Wanzhou looked at his wife lying on his bed, couldn't help but smile, and then quickly left.

Soon, he met Ge Jiangtao.