Chapter 154: Liu Guang Qi's Scheme

Today is indeed Yan Jie Cheng's wedding day; it shouldn't be handled too harshly.

Liu Shumin, seeing a good chance, took it and gave Lou Xiao'e a meaningful glance.

She glanced at He Yuzhu, then at Xu Damao, and couldn't help feeling much more at ease.

Although He Yuzhu, compared with Yang Qing, is a bit unappealing to her, when compared with Xu Damao she feels he is not intolerable.

Lou Xiao'e is a wealthy young lady, yet just now Xu Damao pushed her forward to block a gun; marrying such an unreliable man is like being cursed for eight lifetimes.

Can this thing be reliable? If Xu Damao is to be reliable, she'd have to twist off her own head and use it as a ball to kick.

Lou Xiao'e's plight gave Liu Shumin a sense of superiority; she was less picky about Sha Zhu, and that night, for the first time, let him taste what it's like to ride a horse.

When Yang Qing and his spouse arrived, the bustle had already faded; since San Da Ye was a Jiedao official, Yang Qing didn't bother over the wedding gifts, and Chen Hong led the congratulations.

"San Da Ye, congratulations, congratulations; Jiecheng also wishes you a happy marriage."

Chen Hong's smile felt like a spring breeze, and her words were equally pleasant to hear.

San Da Ye and Yan Jie Cheng respectfully returned the greeting, thanking them.

"Thank you, thank you, have some candy, have some candy."

San Da Ye, for the first time, gave Yang Qing a few extra candies.

Yang Qing and his spouse didn't linger; after a few words, Chen Hong looked at Yu Li and then left.

On the other side, after returning home with the gifts, Er Da Ye and Er Dama's faces turned sour.

Yan Jie Cheng stood in front of Liu Guang Qi's house, making them feel very embarrassed.

Especially losing to Yan Fu Gui left Er Da Ye with a dull complexion.

They looked at Liu Guang Qi, cursing his failure to become steel.

"Guang Qi, look, Yan Jie Cheng has already married; shouldn't you hurry up as well?"

Liu Guang Qi replied awkwardly.

"Dad, Yan Jie Cheng is so cheap yet has an extra room; you give me an ear room, how can I tell my future family?"

"The two of us are at least cadres; cramming into one ear room would just make us a laughingstock, wouldn't it?"

"Besides, if we actually move in, we won't even think about getting separate rooms later."

"Aren't you ruining us?"

Liu Hai Zhong, also feeling a surge of frustration, raised his hand and slapped the table.

"You, this won't do, that won't do, what do you want?"

"I just want you to get married."

Liu Guang Qi was startled, and his resolve to escape the two of them hardened further.

He pretended to hesitate, then finally said.

"How about we get married first, decide who lives where, and when the rooms are divided, we live together?"

"I'm doing this entirely for you two, sacrificing myself."

"If the factory finds out we're married, because of the housing issue and the fact we're living apart, they might look after us; if we move around a bit, maybe they'll assign us rooms early."

He was thinking, later they'd imitate San Da Ye, just go through the formality, collect the wedding gifts, and take the marriage money his father prepared, then the two of them would flee.

Anyway, he couldn't stay in this house any longer.

If they don't marry, it's hard for them to be transferred together.

If they marry, by choosing some supportive projects, the chance of being transferred together greatly increases, giving them an opportunity to leave this stifling home.

(For example, famous nuclear engineering, petroleum engineering, etc.)

Liu Hai Zhong didn't know the twists and turns in his eldest son's mind.

Indeed, his son's words moved him; now he can't solve the housing issue, so he can only let the child obtain the marriage certificate first.

"Getting the marriage certificate first and holding the wedding later once the house is secured is fine, but does the bride's family agree?"

She is a working lady, not a homebound girl who can't be sent out now; she doesn't lack suitors.

Liu Hai Zhong's worry struck a chord with Liu Guang Qi.

"It's not complicated; we prepare the amount needed for the wedding expenses and give the money to my daughter-in-law, right?"

"They don't want us to rush the marriage; they just want peace of mind."

"If they have the money, what else is there to worry about?"

Er Dama was startled.

"Give them?"

She vaguely felt something was off.

"Is that safe? What kind of people are they? We're not very familiar, only met them twice."

"That much money, just give it to them?"

Liu Tianqi pretended to be confident.

"Hey, what's there to fear? It's all gone through the matchmaker; they can't back out, can they?"

"Besides, the money can be given when we get the certificate; once the certificate is taken, she's our daughter-in-law, what's there to fear?"

San Da Ma thought about it and agreed; once the certificate is taken, the person can't run away.

Liu Hai Zhong indeed felt a bit uneasy.

"Alright, let's do this: buy it now, keep it at our place, and when you have a house, move it over."

Liu Guang Qi felt a shiver inside; his father wouldn't notice anything, right? He looked closely, but it didn't seem so.

He cautiously probed, saying.

"Dad, if we buy it now, won't it be outdated when we move later?"

"It sounds nice but looks bad; after all, we say it's for them, yet we use it ourselves. Is it bought for them or for our own family?"

Let's wait until we have a house before we buy things; once the money is in place, I'm sure my partner won't have any objections.

When we have a house and move, the furniture and such will all be new. People will say it's all provided by the old parents, and you'll have face too.

What Liu Guang Qi said indeed makes sense; Liu Hai Zhong's iron-forged solid head simply couldn't imagine that once the money goes to his wife's hands, it might never come back.

That's fine; go ask your partner first whether it's okay, otherwise we'll be talking agreeably and they'll disagree, making everything we say unnecessary.

Liu Guang Qi guaranteed.

That won't happen; with such a fine son-in-law, where would you find him? My partner listens to me.

This matter will surely work.

Liu Guang Qi said it decisively, and out of trust the matter was settled just like that.

When evening came, the couple lay in bed.

Second Aunt asked Er Da Ye.

Old Liu, you say, how much money should we give? The three rotating items and one sounding item, plus furniture and bedding, won't be cheap.

Liu Hai Zhong counted on his fingers.

Bicycle 200, a good sewing machine 250, let's count 300; the watch must not let Liu Guang Qi be slighted—his partner has one, he also wants one—two similar ones, let's count 500; buy a radio around 300.

This is the three rotating items and one sounding item, 200+300+500+300=1300, total 1300.

We shouldn't shortchange the child on furniture either; let's use good quality, a full set of redwood, around 300.

Make a few more sets of bedding, plus daily necessities, total 200.

All together that's 1800; let's round up to an even 2000.

Liu Hai Zhong truly dotes on this eldest son, not at all afraid to spend money generously.

Second Aunt was calculating the family's finances.

There's about three thousand in savings at home, so that's not difficult.

But when we give to the eldest, second, and third, we shouldn't be too stingy either.

That puts a bit of pressure on us.

Besides, we as a couple also need to save some retirement money.

Liu Hai Zhong snorted.

That depends on whether they amount to something; if they don't, are they worthy?

Second Aunt reminded.

Old Liu, Guang Tian's grades have improved somewhat.

Liu Hai Zhong scoffed.

Not even middle-upper, what's good about that? Just mud.

Don't mention that Xiao Tu Zi; bringing him up just annoys me.

Now the second son can't be spoken to, hit, or scolded; at the slightest dissatisfaction he talks back to his father—he's the dad, yet every day he's talked back to by his son—what kind of situation is this?

The key is that the third son is also gradually being led astray by the second son.

Just thinking about it makes him feel utterly weak.

His hands are itchy with nowhere to vent, it's terribly uncomfortable.

He can't possibly lay hands on his wife; back when they were young it was fine—she's tough, can take a beating—but now he daren't, for if he hits her and something happens, he'd have nowhere to regret it.

He glanced at Second Aunt in the dark, then turned his head and went to sleep.

Second Aunt still didn't realize she had escaped a disaster.