An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Chapter 193 The Wedding Night (Part 1) I'll try to write four chapters!

The people in the courtyard waited and waited, until the flowers withered from anticipation.

But no one is there.

The eldest and second eldest Jiang brothers were overjoyed—at least they wouldn't have to fight the treacherous and ruthless third brother anymore.

My dear mother, you've had your fill of showing off your power.

They quickly seized the opportunity and, with a combination of persuasion and coaxing, sent Aunt Jiang home.

Feeling really choked up, Jiang Ma quickly washed up and lay down without paying attention to anyone.

After all, getting angry is very draining.

Jiang Mantang smoked silently for a while before saying, "From now on, just pretend you didn't see the third brother—"

Having finally found an outlet, Jiang Ma sat up abruptly: "Why can't I see him? He's flesh and blood of my own flesh."

"Without me, where would he be? Now that he's successful, he dares to be disobedient?"

"What's wrong? He's getting married. He should come and tell me, and bring his wife over so I can take a look."

"Can I forbid him from getting married? Or can I eat him alive?"

"They're deliberately trying to embarrass me! Now everyone in the neighborhood is laughing at me!"

"Hmph! Since he doesn't treat me like a mother, then I'll teach him a lesson!"

"Want a wife, kids, and a warm bed, and to enjoy life all by yourself? Keep dreaming!"

"From now on, I'm going to cause him trouble, make his life a living hell, and make sure he never has a good day!"

"I don't believe it! I'm his mother, how dare he hit me?"

Jiang Mantang: "Why are you doing this? You just want to save face."

"But the more you make a scene, the more the neighbors will laugh at you, which will backfire."

"I can vent my anger!" Aunt Jiang immediately retorted, shouting domineeringly.

"I've already lost all face, now I'm going to make them suffer!"

"You little bastard! Just you wait—"

Just before Jiang's mother repeatedly threatened to use her position to make things difficult for Jiang Baobin.

Jiang Baobin had already taken advantage of having the key to the alleyway to sneak into the Intermediate People's Court.

He had long anticipated that someone would try to make things difficult for him today.

That shameless old man, relying on his special status, deliberately picks a day to pop up and annoy people.

Unfortunately, they can't hit or scold others, and even normal words can be deliberately misinterpreted by people with ulterior motives.

This became a laughing stock in Nanluoguxiang.

After all, there aren't many forms of entertainment these days, and many people treat gossip as a form of entertainment.

Even men are no exception.

Among the people waiting to cool off and watch the excitement in the front yard, how few are there?

Therefore, the wisest strategy is to temporarily avoid confrontation and wait for the right opportunity to counterattack.

Otherwise, if you rush in recklessly and cause a huge scene on your wedding day, is that auspicious?

Jiang Baobin led Qin Huairu along the covered walkway toward the main house.

There were many people talking in the front yard, and the middle door was deliberately left open to monitor whether he had returned.

Damn it, these people are really stirring up trouble!

Qin Huairu looked around curiously and asked in a low voice, "Binzi, does this whole courtyard belong to our family?"

Jiang Baobin made a shushing gesture; now was not the time to speak.

Qin Huairu stuck out her little tongue.

However, under the moonlight, the girl's face instantly turned bright red.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be that bad.

Oh, so some shameless guy took the opportunity to grab her hand.

Qin Huairu instinctively struggled.

Then it dawned on me that from now on this man is my man, and holding hands is okay.

Fortunately, the other person held on tightly and they didn't separate, otherwise it would have been awkward.

This trick worked exceptionally well; Qin Huairu instantly transformed into a crane, following along no matter how she was led.

Once inside, Jiang Baobin finally relaxed.

Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw him go off to do his work.

The girl couldn't help but look up at her palms—why did they feel tingly just now?

She then chuckled to herself—so this is what it feels like to be pulled along by a man, how wonderful!

Jiang Baobin drew all the curtains.

This is made of velvet, which is almost opaque.

It was moved from Rose's house.

As soon as the light was turned on, Qin Huairu's eyes lit up.

When she first entered the house, she felt that it was huge, at least twice the size of her own home.

Once you can see it clearly, you'll realize it's not just big, it's also very good.

That goes without saying, how could a rich man's main wife not be good?

Then, Qin Huairu discovered an item she had always longed for—a sewing machine.

She had only heard about it in general terms, and what it was used for.

Unexpectedly, they already had it at home.

Just as Qin Huairu was engrossed in the sewing machine, Jiang Baobin called her.

"Huai Ru, Huai Ru."

Qin Huairu hurried over.

A small room was partitioned off on the west side, near the large gable wall.

A rubber hose was pulled in from outside the wall and connected to a shower head.

This is the only place that Jiang Baobin renovated after taking over the house.

He walked onto the wooden platform and explained to Qin Huairu which small switch to turn on would make the water come out.

Then he handed her a nightgown and a towel: "You've sweated a lot today, take a shower."

Then, pointing to a basin under the counter, he specifically instructed, "Put all the clothes you're wearing there, and wash them when you have time tomorrow."

Qin Huairu nodded obediently.

Jiang Baobin gestured to her, "You can wash it yourself," and then left.

Qin Huairu walked up carefully.

I looked up at the showerhead and curiously pressed the switch—and water actually came out!

As a result, she shrank back when she was drenched. The girl was silly; she hadn't even taken off her clothes.

I quickly turned off the switch.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then turned to look towards the room, but her view was blocked.

The room was quiet; I wondered what he was doing.

"What if he suddenly barges in?" The thought popped into my head.

Then it dawned on her that even if he had barged in, it wouldn't matter now, right?

Then I remembered the things my mother had taught me before.

The girl immediately covered her face, both worried and shy.

Sigh, in the TV series, Qin Huairu gets married two years later.

My mindset will be different by then.

Under the dim yellow light, there was a misty haze.

Warm water sprayed down, flowing down Qin Huairu's slender body onto the wooden board.

Then, water dripped from the small holes in the center into the bucket below, making a tinkling sound.

Unfortunately, Jiang Baobin didn't get to appreciate this beautiful scene.

Otherwise, I would definitely take a photo secretly to keep as a permanent memento.

Qin Huairu washed very quickly.

Fortunately, the intrusion I was worried about did not happen.

This relieved her; otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing.

After drying herself off, another problem arose in front of her.

You only have one dress, so why don't you wear anything else?

Qin Huairu looked down at the clothes she had changed out of, and hesitated.

Based on what Jiang Baobin just said, those clothes are already dirty and shouldn't be worn anymore.

Whether or not she should listen to him was a question for Qin Zhunru.

However, what played a decisive role was the advice that Qin's mother had taught her beforehand.

The girl bit her lip, finally made up her mind, and stepped outside.

Like a female warrior heading to the battlefield.

However, to her surprise, she didn't see a lewd man with a pig-like face who wanted to eat her.

Instead, he was a diligent student who focused intently on reading and taking notes.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Baobin looked up and said, "I'm done washing."

"Um."

"Then you take a break, I'll go wash up too. Goodness! I'm covered in dirt after riding my bike all day."

Jiang Baobin took his change of clothes and left.

Qin Huairu walked over curiously and opened the notebook he had just taken. Half of it was Chinese characters and the other half was curvilinear characters.

The girl immediately lost interest.

That's right, she can't read.

She was illiterate until she took over the shift, which is the root cause of her being a perennial first-class worker.

It's strange these days that someone with such a poor level of education is allowed to learn to be a lathe operator.

If you can't even tell the front from the back of a blueprint, what kind of talent can you possibly cultivate?

Qin Huairu admired the sewing machine for a while, then yawned twice in a row.

The girl is really tired.

She walked to the exaggerated bed, sat down carefully, and quickly straightened her skirt.

Jiang Baobin quickly came out, rubbing his hair: "Are you hungry?"

Qin Huairu quickly shook her head.

"Then brush your teeth and get ready for bed."

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The girl's heart skipped a beat, but she steeled herself and walked over.