The Jin family’s wedding didn’t have many guests, but it was very grand, with almost all of the Jin family’s relatives present.
The wedding was very lively.
The Lian Family maintained a humble demeanor, and Lian Tong kept praising Jin Yan, which made the Jin Family feel very comfortable and happy. Jin Yan and Lian Qingyang were deeply in love, and the Lian family offered a generous bridal gift. However, the Jin family was giving away a daughter, not selling her.
These bridal gifts were taken away by Jin Yan without any deductions, and additionally, the Jin family prepared a dowry and some money for her. Compared to the Lian family’s gift, this dowry and money were modest, but they were a token of the Jin family’s affection for their daughter.
After the wedding feast, the Jin family began preparations for sending her off.
When the time arrived, the dowry was sent off first, and Mrs. Jin held Jin Yan’s hand with reluctance, tears fell from her eyes like broken pearls, one by one.
"Xiao Yan."
Mrs. Jin had countless words of advice, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn’t stop the tears, her voice was hoarse.
"Mom."
Jin Yan couldn’t hold back either, hugging Mrs. Jin. Her previous excitement, expectation, and tension were immediately replaced by reluctance.
"Don’t cry anymore, today is a day of great joy, don’t ruin your makeup with tears." Mrs. Jin, seeing Jin Yan in tears too, took a tissue and gently wiped her tears while choking up: "Xiao Yan, from today on, when you return home, it’s your maternal home. At your in-law’s, you are an adult now, no more childish tantrums."
"Mm."
Jin Yan nodded.
Mrs. Jin continued advising: "You must respect your in-laws and elders, Xiao Yang is a reasonable good child, you as a couple must get along well. As long as you are harmonious and united, we can be at ease at home, do you understand?"
"Whenever you want to come home, just come back to see us." As Mrs. Jin spoke, she still felt it wasn’t enough, repeating her advices once more: "If they bully you, make sure to tell us. We may not be as wealthy and powerful as the Lian Family, but we will never let them bully you."
"Don’t worry, Mom, I assure you I won’t bully her." Lian Qingyang solemnly said, he would rather bully himself, but he can’t bear to bully Jin Yan.
Mr. Jin didn’t believe Lian Qingyang’s words. He said earnestly: "Xiao Yan has been a treasure in our hands since she was little. If possible, I hope the person to accompany her for a lifetime is you. If one day, your feelings reach an irreversible point, I hope you inform me, and I will bring her back home."
"Dad, I definitely won’t give you that chance." Lian Qingyang replied with firm conviction, he wasn’t in a rush to make more promises, believing time will prove everything.
"It’s a day of great joy, let’s not speak of such inauspicious things."
Mrs. Jin wiped away her tears, jesting: "Xiao Yang, Xiao Yan will definitely come back to visit her family. You can’t keep her from visiting her family forever."
"She will definitely visit." Lian Qingyang responded with cleverness.
"We will still be staying more in Jing City in the future, so we can come back and visit frequently." Lian Qingyang grinned, enlivening the atmosphere again.
As the auspicious hour arrived, the wedding car gradually moved farther away, and Mrs. Jin and Mr. Jin stood at the courtyard gate, watching until the car disappeared from view. Mrs. Jin pondered wistfully, saying: "Xiao Yan will be happy, right?"
"She will." Mr. Jin affirmed.
Due to recent unexpected events, from here to the airport, Lian Qingyang and others became more cautious, carefully boarding the plane, Lian Qingyang helped Jin Yan with her wedding dress, reminding her to be careful.
The wedding dress was a bit long, and it wouldn’t be good if she tripped.
Through continuous comforting, Lian Qingyang amused Jin Yan with cheerful words. On the plane, Jin Yan’s emotion from leaving home gradually faded away, leaving only anticipation and nervousness.
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