After a secret marriage, the heir to a wealthy family asks to make it public every day

After finding Mo Lan, Song Jinshu handed her the shoes and said, "Hurry up and put them on!"

"Why is your face so red!" Moran said while changing his shoes.

Song Jinshu touched his face and said, "Maybe I ran too fast!"

"Baby, without you, my wedding wouldn't be so perfect!" Moran promised, "When you get married, I will do my best!"

Song Jinshu smiled bitterly, "I may not get married yet!"

The groom Huang Jun came over and asked Moran to go meet someone. She changed her shoes and left in a hurry.

The guest asked Song Jinshu to sit down and eat some food quickly.

After expressing her gratitude, Song Jinshu ate her meal seriously without saying a word. But she could hear them chatting about Huang Jun's family and Huang Jun.

"I didn't expect Xiaojun to find such a beautiful wife. He was so naughty when he was a kid!"

"This kid is lucky! The house was demolished at the right time! In the past, this bride would never have married him!"

"That's right! The bride has a job. She's an announcer at some radio station."

"However, there are too many girls with official positions now, and it is not easy for them to find a regular job."

"Girl! Do you have a job?" someone suddenly asked Song Jinshu.

Feeling the sudden silence in the private room, Song Jinshu realized that the question was directed at her, so she smiled faintly and said, "Yes!"

"Is it a civil servant or a public institution?" another person asked.

Song Jinshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to answer, "Civil servant."

"Do you have a partner?" someone else asked.

Song Jinshu said without even thinking: "Yes!"

Several people immediately stopped gossiping.

The wedding banquet was over and Song Jinshu, as the bridesmaid, also completed her task.

She went to the bathroom to change out of her bridesmaid dress, folded it and gave it to Moran, but Moran asked her to take it back, saying that she chose such a conservative and simple style just so that she could wear it in the future.

Song Jinshu understood that this was Moran's intention. After all, she might never be able to afford a dress from this bridal shop in her lifetime.

Song Jinshu got on the bus and went home.

Perhaps because she got up too early and was too tired today, she actually fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found that she was about to get off the bus. She had actually slept for more than an hour.

The moment she got off the car, she suddenly felt like Cinderella returning to reality at midnight.

Song Jinshu's family lives in the old city area of ​​the city. The two-bedroom apartment they live in was a housing reform house from his stepfather Chang Pingchuan's unit, and is home to their family of five.

After working, Song Jinshu planned to rent a house, but her mother felt sorry for the rent and insisted that she live at home.

But she could only sleep in the living room, and her salary card was still in her mother's hands. The reason she gave was that she was worried that she could not save money and wanted to save it for her dowry.

Song Jinshu is not stupid. She knows that her mother will use her salary to subsidize the household or save it, and will never give her a penny in the future.

The reason?

The reason is that she was a burden brought to the Chang family by her mother, and her custody does not belong to her mother.

Walking into this neglected courtyard, Song Jinshu could no longer see many of the original residents. Most of them were elderly, and some rarely went out.

When Song Jinshu reached the front door, he opened it with his key and heard his mother scolding his younger brother Chang Dengpan, "Where have you been playing this time? Look at the dirt on your body! You've only worn this shirt for a few days, how come it's torn again!"

Song Jinshu knew that his stepfather and his daughter Chang Xile were not at home, otherwise his mother would not dare to say that to Chang Dengpan.

"Mom, I'm back!" Song Jinshu said softly.

When Yang Guiyun turned her head to look at her, Chang Dengpan had already run back to his and his elder sister's bedroom and locked the door.

Seeing her daughter, Yang Guiyun sighed, "You young people are crazy. You only make a little over 5,000 yuan a month, and you only give 1,000 yuan as a gift!"

Song Jinshu knew her mother felt bad for her giving Moran a 1,000 yuan gift, so she explained, "Molan is my best friend and has been helping me all these years. Considering our friendship, 1,000 yuan is the minimum."

"Fortunately, she will return it to you when you get married. Based on her personality, she will probably return even more." Yang Guiyun thought about the possibilities in the future and finally stopped nagging her daughter.

Because she didn't have her own bedroom and bed, Song Jinshu couldn't rest in the living room during the day and could only sit in the living room.

The biggest disadvantage of this is that Yang Guiyun will think of her no matter what he does, so he will arrange her to do this and that, and she cannot complain or complain.

The sound of a door opening was heard, and Song Jinshu saw Chang Pingchuan and Chang Xile coming back, both of them were in a bad mood.

"Dad, sister!" Song Jinshu called them hurriedly.

Chang Pingchuan smiled briefly and agreed; Chang Xile looked at her coldly and went back to the bedroom.

Before the door could be opened, Chang Xile shouted, "Chang Dengpan, open the door for me!"

The door opened almost immediately, and Chang Xile yelled at his brother, "Are you sick? Why are you locking the door in broad daylight? Are you playing games again?"

"No! I'm just lying down!" Although Chang Dengpan was a little afraid of this elder sister, he would still refute when being slandered.

Yang Guiyun and Chang Pingchuan seemed not to have heard the argument between the siblings. Yang Guiyun was busy in the kitchen, while Chang Pingchuan was in a daze on the sofa.

"Dad, drink some water!" Song Jinshu made a cup of tea and brought it to his stepfather.

Chang Pingchuan came back to his senses and smiled at his stepdaughter, "How is Moran's groom?"

"He comes from a wealthy family and he's good-looking, too." Song Jinshu didn't understand why her stepfather asked this, but she didn't tend to ask too many questions.

Yang Guiyun came out of the kitchen and looked at Chang Xile's bedroom door before carefully asking her husband, "How was your blind date today?"

Looking at his wife, Chang Pingchuan sighed heavily, "It's no wonder Xile doesn't want to. I think it's not okay after seeing it. Forget about the divorce and having a child. She's only 160cm tall, and looks as tall as Xile. But that weight... Forget it, I don't want to bother Xile anymore."

"It's Xile who wants to get married!" Yang Guiyun said this without knowing what was going on.

Chang Pingchuan looked around the two-bedroom apartment and said nothing more.

A 28-year-old girl had to live in the same room with her 13-year-old brother because the house was too small.

Of course, he automatically overlooked the fact that a better arrangement would be to let his daughter and stepdaughter Song Jinshu sleep together in the second bedroom, and let his son sleep in the living room, because he couldn't bear to let his son sleep in the living room.

Besides, it was Yang Guiyun who suggested letting Song Jinshu sleep in the living room, not him, so Chang Pingchuan didn't feel burdened.

Deep down in his heart, he always felt that he had done the most for Song Jinshu by agreeing to Yang Guiyun to bring Song Jinshu back home to raise her and also paying for her to finish college!

After all, he was willing to marry the divorced and unemployed Yang Guiyun because she was good-looking, had no children to burden him, and could give him a son.