Chapter 751: Yes, it

The ones assigned to block the door were doing their job well; laughter occasionally drifted in from outside.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ji Kunlan put the dress Liu Chuxue had given her into her bundle, neatly pairing it with the blouse from her in-laws' family—now she could carry both together.

Originally, the coworkers outside had wanted to see Liu Chuxue's wedding gift, but now that the groom's party had entered the courtyard, they all rushed en masse to block the door.

Ji Kunlan was extremely nervous, constantly peering out the window; her small face was flushed, perhaps from shyness.

Seeing her like this, Liu Chuxue couldn't help thinking that after the New Year, her own wedding date with Fu Yan Cheng would also arrive—and she felt a quiet anticipation.

After a burst of commotion, another red envelope was passed in, and finally, the groom's party entered the house.

Liu Chuxue saw the groom, refined and gentle, dressed in a light gray Zhongshan suit: "Kunlan, I'm here to take you."

Amid the teasing and cheers, with the help of her two sisters-in-law, Ji Kunlan stepped down from the bed.

She walked with the groom to the main hall, bade farewell to the elders, and then was carried out of the Ji household on her second brother's back.

As a coworker, Liu Chuxue felt her nose sting the moment she saw Ji Kunlan leave.

Turning her head, she saw Ji family relatives with red-rimmed eyes; some were even wiping away tears.

This was the difference between marrying off a daughter and taking in a daughter-in-law; she then followed the bridal escort out the door.

At that moment, she felt several pairs of eyes fixed on her.

She did not look over rashly but extended her spiritual sense—and discovered that among them was Ji Kunlan's second sister-in-law, Xiao Wanhua; when she saw the middle-aged man beside him, she froze—he bore a striking resemblance, four or five parts alike, to Father Liu; the elderly man beside her was trembling slightly.

In an instant, she understood: today's request for her to escort the bride may have been nothing but an excuse.

Whether Ji Kunlan knew this, however, remained uncertain.

As she stepped past the gate, she heard the middle-aged man beside Xiao Wanhua say: "Father, that child looks just like my mother."

The old man raised a trembling finger toward Liu Chuxue's retreating back: "Yes, it's him, it must be him—I've finally waited long enough."

The middle-aged man feared the old man might collapse: "Father, you mustn't get too agitated—you still need to keep your health to go fetch your younger brother."

"Changjiang, I can't wait any longer."

"I know. Let's meet the child first, after a while."

"Yes, yes, yes—she's the one among the grandchildren who looks most like your mother."

His eyes grew moist.

Once confirmed, Liu Chuxue felt calm instead—she hadn't even begun searching for Father Liu's relatives, yet they had found her first.

This was better, sparing her the trouble of exerting herself.

When she had accompanied Ji Kunlan to Xiao Wanhua's natal home before, Xiao Wanhua must have noticed something.

She recalled the details of that day—Xiao Wanhua had indeed stolen glances at her several times.

Just from the scale of the groom's procession, she knew Ji Kunlan's in-laws weren't some minor family—after all, ordinary households couldn't afford two cars for a wedding procession.

Behind them followed six brand-new bicycles, each adorned with large red silk flowers tied to the handlebars.

Liu Chuxue and the other bridal escorts all boarded the small car; the two families lived close by, and they arrived at the groom's home in just over ten minutes.

The large dowry items had been delivered ahead of time and already placed in the bridal chamber; even the remaining dowry far exceeded what most families gave their daughters—clearly, the Ji family doted on their daughter.

In this era, unlike the future, the wedding ceremony was kept simple.

In the courtyard, they swore before Chairman Mao's portrait, bowed once to the portrait, then bowed twice to thank their parents, and finally bowed thrice to all the relatives and friends gathered in the yard—the ceremony was complete.