Zhang Hongmei finally listened to some of Yao Jingxue's words. After the two came out, Zhang Hongmei's attitude towards Ren Feng became much better, and she accepted this poor country son-in-law.

There is no way to deny it, my daughter is completely devoted to him.

Zhang Hongmei and her friends had already eaten, and knowing that Yao Jingxue and her friends had not yet eaten, Zhang Hongmei personally cooked noodles for them.

There were three poached eggs in it, two for Yao Jingxue and one for Ren Feng.

However, when eating, Yao Jingxue only ate one, and gave half of the extra one to Ren Feng, and even blamed her mother for giving Ren Feng an egg.

Zhang Hongmei was so angry that she wanted to twist Yao Jingxue's ears again. Why did her daughter only think about men?

Yao Jingxue and Ren Feng ate a full bowl of noodles with a fried egg, but they still felt a little unsatisfied.

Zhang Hongmei knew that her daughter was having a hard time in the countryside. Seeing that her daughter was enjoying the boiled noodles that she used to hate so much, she felt sorry for her and took out some biscuits and canned food for her to eat.

"Mom, you are still good to me." Yao Jingxue finished a bottle of canned oranges and pulled Zhang Hongmei's arm and said coquettishly,

"Mom, please give me some more money and food coupons..."

"Where is the money you took? More than 600 yuan!" Zhang Hongmei asked her with eyes wide open.

"Build a house, make furniture, hold a wedding banquet...Mom, this money is not enough. Brother Feng's family is too poor now!" Yao Jingxue even counted on her fingers.

The more Zhang Hongmei listened, the angrier she became, and the look in her eyes became more and more murderous.

Ahhh, she was so angry!

She really wanted to strangle this silly girl!

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The next morning, at just five o'clock, Song Chuyu got up and put on her makeup.

There is no such thing as home-based makeup and hair services for brides nowadays. If you want to look beautiful, you have to do it yourself.

Moreover, cosmetics nowadays are too scarce. Song Chuyu only has a lipstick, and no foundation, eye shadow, mascara, etc.

However, her skin is in good condition now, fair and rosy, so she doesn't need to wear any makeup. Just a little lipstick will be enough to improve her complexion.

As for doing her hair up, Song Chuyu bought herself a hair curler some time ago, and she did it herself today.

The time had come to test her skills.

As soon as she got up, Song Chuyu started tinkering with it. After spending more than an hour, she finally got the curls she wanted.

Only after she changed into the cheongsam wedding dress she had made herself did she start to put her hair up.

After tying her hair, Song Chuyu smiled brightly as she looked at herself in the mirror, who had become brighter and more mature.

She is such a beauty.

She was not so beautiful and exquisite in her previous life. The best years of her youth were wasted on childbirth and heavy labor.

When I got married to Ren Feng, I seemed to have worn an old red dress, a red flower, and did not put my hair up. It was just a hasty wedding ceremony. There were probably two or three tables of banquet, but there was no new house, no dowry, and even less a betrothal gift.

She doesn't even want to recall how poor she was, it's sad.

What was even more worrying was the man Ren Feng, because after he came to the house, Song Chuyu returned to her room and never left the house unless she went to the bathroom.

Song Chuyu shook her head, not wanting to think about these annoying things, and took out the set of pearl jewelry given by Shen Yuan.

Since he gave it to her and she accepted it, she naturally had to wear it.

It's not nice to let jewels gather dust.

In Song Chuyu's view, today's banquet is not her wedding with Shen Jinhua, but her gift to herself as a gift of coming of age and rebirth.

She wanted to dress up grandly and beautifully and stand in front of everyone with the best attitude.

Whether Shen Jinhua was happy or not, whether he greeted her with a smile or a sour face, was none of her business.

As long as she behaves decently and dresses brightly, and people can't find any fault with her, Shen Jinhua will only be seen as ignorant and a clown.

A woman's dignity and face are not given by a man, but must be earned by herself!

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

"Sister, some of the relatives and friends who came to see the bride off have arrived and need to be entertained. Have you packed up?"

Song Xiaoye came and knocked on Song Chuyu's door.

"Okay. I'll be right out." Song Chuyu opened the door and asked Song Xiaoye with a smile, "Is Yao Tianlei here?"

"No." Song Xiaoye shook his head in confusion, his eyes fixed on his sister's outfit.

His sister is so beautiful today!

The beautiful and luxurious pearl jewelry makes her look very noble!

He felt that she looked a little strange, thinking that she was his biological sister, but at the same time, she didn't look like her, more like some rich lady from some wealthy family.

Song Chuyu was a little disappointed when she heard that Yao Tianlei was not there, but it was also expected.

If he really came, it would be unlike his style.

She will go to see him when she has time tomorrow.

At this time, a girl with pigtails came upstairs and looked at the beautiful and noble Song Chuyu, and shouted excitedly,

"Oh my God! Chu Yu, you are so beautiful today! Ah, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I am so lucky to be your bridesmaid today. I will remember this for the rest of my life!"

Song Chuyu looked at Zhao Lan and was amused by her exaggerated words. Taking her makeup into consideration, she smiled in a restrained manner, which made her look more noble and elegant.

Zhao Lan stared with her eyes wide open. She walked up to Song Chuyu, looked her up and down, and then leaned closer to look at the pearl necklace and earrings she was wearing.

"Oh my God, where did this jewelry come from? It's so beautiful! It looks like it must be very valuable!" Zhao Lan asked.

"It was given by the Shen family." Song Chuyu said with a smile.

"Wow! As expected of the Shen family." Zhao Lan exclaimed, she was just envious but not greedy.

Song Chuyu held Zhao Lan's arm affectionately and said, "Come back to the room with me to change clothes. You are my bridesmaid today, so you should dress up well."

Zhao Lan has been her best friend since childhood, and they have always had a good relationship.

Unfortunately, in her previous life, she went to the countryside, while Zhao Lan stayed in the city to work, so the two of them didn't have much contact and could only communicate occasionally via letters.

Later, Zhao Lan was admitted to university, but because she had to take care of twin daughters, Ren Feng did not support her to take the college entrance examination. So she foolishly gave up the opportunity to take the college entrance examination and became pregnant again, wanting to give birth to a son for Ren Feng.

After giving birth to her third child, she suffered from postpartum depression. In addition to despair, she also felt extremely inferior and looked down on herself. She felt that she and college student Zhao Lan were from two different worlds and she even stopped replying to Zhao Lan's letters.

The two lost contact, and when they met again in their previous life, they were both in their forties.

She became the wife of the richest man, and looked glamorous, but her love life was a mess.

However, because Zhao Lan met the wrong person and married a domestic violence man, she has been tortured to the point of losing all her energy and becoming timid and cowardly.

At that time, she really regretted it. She regretted cutting off contact with Zhao Lan, regretted not taking the initiative to contact her again, and regretted that they met again so late.

At this moment, looking at the lively, cheerful and energetic Zhao Lan, Song Chuyu couldn't help but sigh again how great it was to be reborn.

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