Chapter 124: Suddenly Disgusted

"I'll definitely be there."

She liked attending weddings; she liked witnessing fulfillment.

"Will you be my bridesmaid when the time comes?" Fang Ting said somewhat unnaturally, "And help me with my makeup while you're at it."

She felt that the eyebrows Si Rong drew for her were quite good-looking.

"Uh, but bridesmaids are all supposed to be unmarried."

In Huaiyang, there are many particular requirements for bridesmaids.

Generally, one must choose an unmarried woman who has both parents living and has brothers; they say such a person is more blessed.

She had already been married twice.

"Why are you dawdling like a woman?" Fang Ting glared at her, "At my age, where am I supposed to find an unmarried bridesmaid?"

Si Rong:...

Fang Ting spoke as domineeringly as she boxed.

But, she was a woman to begin with.

"If you want me to be one, I will."

Fang Ting was satisfied then; she liked people who were obedient.

"If only you were a man."

Then she would marry Si Rong.

Jiang Cheng, who had just walked over:...

Was his wife being coveted by someone again?

And a woman at that.

In the past, he didn't know why he couldn't respond to Fang Ting's feelings, but now he knew—it turned out they were rivals in love!!!

Finding an excuse to call Si Rong back to the room, Jiang Cheng even forgot about his official business and pulled Si Rong into his arms, "Stay away from Fang Ting in the future!"

To actually dare to wish his wife were a man? It was simply too perverted.

That kid Jiang Dacheng didn't even know how to properly manage his own wife.

Si Rong:...

"I think Fang Ting is quite good," she liked Fang Ting's personality, "Besides, our two families will be neighbors in the future; we should be on friendly and loving terms."

Jiang Cheng:...

On friendly and loving terms with the neighbors? Si Rong had never said that about him!

But whatever his wife said was right; forget it, he still had to find Jiang Dacheng and tell him to keep his wife in check.

However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Jiang Dacheng in the kitchen acting like a pug, not knowing what he had stolen from the kitchen, feeding it with a fawning expression to Fang Ting, who had her hands in her pockets.

Forget it, here was another man whose authority at home was in shambles!

Next, the neighbors, Political Commissar Tao and his wife, and Chen Shuo and his spouse, arrived one after another, about ten people in total.

"Division Commander Jiang is truly high-spirited after getting married; people with wives really are different. We must get him drunk today!"

At the dinner table, Chen Shuo looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile and said.

Everyone immediately echoed the sentiment.

"Who's to say otherwise?" Political Commissar Tao personally poured three cups of wine for Jiang Cheng, "I heard from my wife that Division Commander Jiang is very good at doting on his wife! On the day of the move, Division Commander Jiang did all the cleaning himself! Tsk tsk!"

His tone carried mockery, and everyone immediately laughed.

"Your wife's tongue is truly long enough!" Fang Ting detested Political Commissar Tao, and by extension, his wife, whose eyes were always rolling around, "It's a good thing for a man to dote on his wife; you all should learn from him!"

"Pfft~" Political Commissar Tao's wife, Shen Qingyu, laughed upon hearing this, "Company Commander Fang is still the same as before, unable to hear anyone say a single bad word about Division Commander Jiang. We all have to be careful with our words today, lest we make Company Commander Fang unhappy."

She looked at Si Rong first, then at Jiang Dacheng, her smile making people very uncomfortable.

In the kitchen, Jiang Dacheng's expression dimmed upon hearing this.

"Does the food today suit Mrs. Tao's taste?" Si Rong's smile was polite and distant, "If there is any lack of hospitality, Mrs. Tao must be sure to tell me."

She felt that this Mrs. Tao was making veiled remarks time and again, likely because Jiang Cheng and Political Commissar Tao were currently competing for the position of Deputy Army Commander.

That was why she was sparing no effort to say these ambiguous things in front of her.

Was she trying to make her and Jiang Cheng have a falling out?

"It's quite good, the dishes are all quite good." Shen Qingyu bit into a taro, not expecting that Division Commander Jiang's second wife could actually keep her composure so well.

Her expression was normal, and she hadn't lost her composure at all because of her words.

"That's good. I saw Mrs. Tao talking the whole time and barely eating, so I was worried the taste of the food wasn't good."

Si Rong retorted softly.

It left Shen Qingyu unable to step down.

Fang Ting, on the other hand, quite admired Si Rong's personality—soft on the outside but firm on the inside.

The meal ended, and it could be considered a pleasant time for both host and guests.

Jiang Cheng had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, but he didn't seem drunk yet.

Fang Ting, however, was drunk.

She pulled on Si Rong and wouldn't stop talking.

"Rongrong, let me tell you, you don't have to worry, I'm not drunk at all!"

As she spoke, she started boxing right there in the courtyard, "Look, how is my boxing? Is it fierce?"

"Fierce!" Si Rong was genuinely impressed, "But doesn't your hand hurt?"

Fang Ting was boxing directly against her own wall!

"How could a real man's hand hurt?"

Si Rong:...

She really wanted to say, but you aren't!

But Fang Ting was so valiant that she wasn't sure anymore.

Jiang Dacheng coaxed and carried Fang Ting onto his back.

Before leaving, Jiang Dacheng looked at Jiang Cheng and Si Rong, wanting to say something, then scratched his head, "Brother Cheng, you must come when we get married!"

"No problem!"

"Brother Cheng, be my groomsman!" Jiang Dacheng said again.

Jiang Cheng gave him a mock kick, "Get lost! I never act as a groomsman for anyone!"

He was so handsome; what if other women started eyeing him?

A married man must act like a married man!

After everyone left, Si Rong pulled Jiang Cheng back into the room and told him to get some sleep.

Just as she pressed the man onto the bed, she was pulled up as well.

"Wife~"

From this drawn-out address, Si Rong judged that Jiang Cheng was likely slightly tipsy.

"I'm here."

Si Rong patted him gently, as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep!"

"Wife," Jiang Cheng refused to close his eyes, looking at her, "Jiang Dacheng was jealous."

"Mm." Si Rong had seen it.

"He was jealous." Jiang Cheng repeated this sentence over and over.

Seeing that Si Rong kept silent, he asked, "Then what about you? Are you even a little bit jealous?"

Si Rong chuckled, "What would I be jealous of? You don't like Fang Ting, do you? And I completely believe the two of you are innocent; I won't take Mrs. Tao's words to heart."

So, sleep peacefully!

She was not a person who liked to be jealous for no reason, and even less a person who would let her imagination run wild and cause herself internal strife.

Jiang Cheng fell silent, then turned his head and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

He thought that he was, after all, still too greedy.

He was no longer satisfied with just having her person; he also wanted to have her heart.

A few days later, it was the day of Fang Ting and Jiang Dacheng's wedding.

Si Rong had never been a bridesmaid.

Bridesmaids were not popular in the era when she got married.

But there was one thing: she felt she should dress modestly so as not to steal the bride's spotlight.

Early in the morning, Fang Ting was sitting cross-legged on the bed waiting for her.

"Why is getting married so troublesome?"

Si Rong took out her makeup bag and began to apply makeup for her.

"Just for a little while; once you're dressed up and the groom takes you away, it won't be troublesome anymore."

Fang Ting looked at her gentle brows and eyes, feeling that the irritability in her heart had been smoothed out quite a bit, "Um, actually, I'm a bit nervous."

Although saying this felt a bit effeminate.

"Every bride gets nervous," Si Rong recalled that she had been married twice, and she had been a bit nervous on both wedding nights, "It will be fine tomorrow."

"I hope so."

After they finished their makeup, Mother Fang brought in two bowls of lamb wontons, "Mrs. Jiang, take a break and eat some wontons to line your stomach!"

"Thank you."

Si Rong was indeed a bit hungry.

And she had always liked eating lamb-filled wontons.

She scooped up a small one with a spoon, blew on it, and put it in her mouth; for some reason, a wave of nausea suddenly surged in her stomach, and she put down the wonton and ran to the bathroom.