Chapter 364: Marrying You, How Could I Not Be Sensible?

Huang Weiwei spending the New Year at my house, seemingly ordinary, was actually incomparably rich in content.

A girl, despite having a verbal agreement with me, hadn't actually fulfilled any procedures. No matchmaker, no parents' orders. Although my aunt had met her as my guardian.

She was the daughter of an official family, and I was a grassroots official who had made a fortune. To some extent, my marriage to her wasn't climbing high.

Her spending the New Year at my house was, in fact, declaring that she considered herself a member of my family from the bottom of her heart.

My heart was moved.

I hadn't slept all night, but I had no sleepiness at this moment. Looking at her sleeping soundly in my arms, I felt infinite tenderness. So I reached out to wrap my arm around her shoulder, kissed her lightly on her smooth forehead, and closed my eyes to pretend to sleep.

A series of footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock.

"Brother, get up for breakfast."

I answered, but didn't move.

"Mother is up too. Time for breakfast."

In Hengyue City, every family had rules for the New Year. On the morning of the first day of the New Year, the whole family gathered together to eat candy and pastries, eat eggs, and drink the chicken soup prepared on New Year's Eve.

This rule, I had kept for thirty years. No matter how tired I was, no matter how unwilling I was, on the morning of the first day of the New Year, I would get up on time to accompany my parents for breakfast.

"Get up, the chicken soup will be cold," Xi Meizhu urged me outside the door.

I answered again and threw off the quilt to get out of bed.

Huang Weiwei groaned, opened her sleepy eyes, and asked me: "Husband, are you getting up?"

I touched her white-as-jade cheek and said: "You sleep. I'll get up."

"No, I want to get up too." She struggled, poked half her body out of the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and shrank back in.

I smiled and comforted her: "Really, Weiwei, you sleep. Get up when you wake up."

"What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

"So early."

"Rules," I said, dressed, and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute." She called out, reaching out from the quilt again: "Hug me."

I had no choice but to go back and hug her.

"Since it's a rule, I have to keep it," she stretched lazily: "Husband, help me get dressed."

My heart was sweet to death; she called me husband after husband, so naturally and intimately, as if we were such sweet husband and wife.

"Are you up?" Xi Meizhu urged again outside the door.

"Coming," I said loudly, grabbed Huang Weiwei's clothes, hugged her, and clumsily helped her get dressed.

"Not this one."

"What do you want?"

"I have new clothes. In your wardrobe, get them for me."

I opened the wardrobe and saw a fiery red winter skirt.

"Does it look good?"

"Good."

"Help me put it on."

Huang Weiwei acted like a newborn baby, letting me move, laughing and laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you for being clumsy."

"Am I clumsy?"

"My husband is certainly not clumsy." She suddenly leaned over and kissed me on the face: "You are the best husband in the world."

She took the clothes from my hand, put them on herself, looked at herself up and down for a long time, and asked me: "Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful."

"The New Year should be festive. So I bought red."

"So sensible."

"Marrying you, how could I not be sensible?"

"Must be."

She rushed over, hugged my waist, looked up at me and said: "Husband, will Mother like this dress?"

"She will definitely like it."

"What does it look like?"

"Like a newly married little wife." I laughed and touched her rounded butt, incomparably evil.

She blushed immediately, pushed me away, opened the door, and went out.

I calmed down and followed her out.

In the center of the living room was a round table, on which were fruit plates, eggs, and a pot of steaming chicken soup.

Sitting at the table was my mother, kind-hearted and smiling.

Seeing us, Mother greeted Huang Weiwei to sit down and asked with heartache: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired, Mother," Huang Weiwei answered my mother obediently.

"Come, take this." Mother took out three red envelopes from her pocket, one for each of us.

This was also a rule! As long as Mother was there, no matter how old you were, there would always be red envelopes.

My nose felt sour. I hurriedly took it.

Huang Weiwei was still hesitating, and I pushed her: "Take it. This is Mother's heart."

Xi Meizhu laughed: "Brother, you have to give me a red envelope too."

I was stunned, and Huang Weiwei on the side laughed: "Meizhu, it should be. Your brother is going to give you a red envelope. He, he already prepared it, and put it with me."

Saying that, she took one out from her body.

I was stunned by her action. When did she prepare the red envelope? Why didn't I know about it beforehand? It seems that a woman's mind is more meticulous than a man's.

"Mother, you have one too," she took out another and stuffed it to my mother.

Finally, she took out a red envelope and said: "This is for my Chen Feng. He worked hard."

She handed the red envelope to me and smiled, asking me to open it.

"Sister-in-law! You are really my good sister-in-law." Xi Meizhu shouted sincerely, hugged Huang Weiwei, and kissed her face happily.

Huang Weiwei blushed and said: "Open it." 【364-7

I squeezed my red envelope; it didn't feel like money, but rather something like a key.

So I opened it, and a shiny key fell out, landing on the table with a clink.

I looked at her, hesitant.

"The key to our new home." She smiled faintly, then went over to sit next to my mother and said, "Mom, the room facing south is yours."

My mother was startled by the sudden surprise. She quickly said, "I'm not going. I'll just live here."

"Mom, if you don't go, would we dare to?"

"You young people should live together. It would be so inconvenient with an old woman like me around." Mother still insisted on not going.

Huang Weiwei shifted her gaze to me, signaling for me to persuade my mother.

Before I could speak, Xi Meizhu laughed and said, "If you guys aren't going, I'll go live there."

She was laughing and joking, appearing to have no ulterior motives, but in reality, she revealed a hidden sense of unease.

"You guys definitely don't have a place for me to stay," she said, lowering her head to scoop a bowl of chicken soup and handing it to my mother.

Huang Weiwei smiled awkwardly and said, "Meizhu, are you worried about not having a place to stay? We have three rooms."

"When are you moving?" Xi Meizhu asked indifferently.

"We'll move after we get married."

"When are you getting married?"

"It depends on your brother's schedule." Huang Weiwei showed no shyness at all, as if she were discussing someone else's wedding, relaxed and natural.

"Let's eat breakfast first, let's eat breakfast first." I changed the subject, picked up an egg, placed it in the bowl in front of her, and said, "Eat an egg, for a happy reunion."

Huang Weiwei smiled sweetly and lowered her head to take a bite.

"Mom, after the New Year, this street is going to be demolished," Huang Weiwei said after taking a sip of soup.

"Who did you hear that from?" I was shocked; I knew nothing about such news.

"My mom."

"Is it true or false?"

"Could it be false? It's urban renewal."

"This street has a hundred-year history."

"Even a thousand-year history has to be demolished. Out with the old, in with the new."

"Half of this street belongs to my maternal grandfather's family." I laughed, pierced an egg with my chopsticks, held it in front of my eyes, and said word by word, "I should ask the government to give it back."

"Feng'er, that was so many years ago. Let it go." My mother stood up and brushed off her clothes. "It's dawn, go to Xiao Huang's house to pay your New Year respects, don't be impolite."

Xi Meizhu quickly stood up to support my mother and saw her back to her room.

Only the two of us were left at the table.

We looked at each other and smiled.

Huang Weiwei picked up a chicken foot for me and said sweetly, "Hubby, grab more money."

I deliberately examined the chicken foot, showing a look of difficulty.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm a cadre, how can I 'grab money'?"

"Then what are you grabbing?"

"I'm grabbing..." I made a move as if to pounce.

She was startled, turned her head to look at my mother's bedroom door, and scolded, "Pervert."

I laughed and said, "This perversion, playing it for my wife, is only natural."

She blushed and said softly, "Even if you want to play, you can't do it like this."

"How do you want it?" I pressed on.

"I'm ignoring you." She threw the chicken foot into my bowl in a fit of pique and got up to leave.

I grabbed her hand and smiled lecherously.