The billionaire girl: Daddy and Mommy, love me again

When the news broke that Cheng Laowu and Qin Wenjuan were going to get married on the third day of next month, the hearts of all the women in Kyoto were broken.

I heard that after that night, business at porcelain shops in Beijing improved a lot.

I guess many young ladies have replaced their vases and tea sets in their rooms.

After the two families finalized the marriage, Qin Wenjuan was ordered to embroider her wedding dress at home.

She had always hated female workers, and when Cheng Laowu secretly climbed over the wall to see him, she hid her hands, which were almost pierced by sieves, behind her back, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

How could Cheng Laowu not know that she was not good at housework, and he helped her apply medicine on her fingers with a look of pity in his eyes.

He wanted to ask her to stop embroidering, as he didn't care much about a wedding dress that was only worn once in a lifetime. So he asked his third sister-in-law to help design one and asked an embroiderer to embroider it.

However, the Qin family, who have always been strong-willed, already felt inferior to the Cheng family in terms of marriage, so how could they ask them for help even with the wedding clothes?

No one knows their daughter better than they do. If they really let her embroider the wedding dress herself, she will probably have to go out with a mess of red cloth on her wedding day.

In fact, as early as when the news of her engagement to Cheng Laowu came back, they had already started preparing her wedding dress.

Now all the necessary items have been prepared, and we are just waiting for that day to come.

The reason why she was trapped at home was ostensibly to let her embroider the wedding dress, but in reality it was to temper her temper and let her learn some rules, so that she wouldn't be outdone by her three sisters-in-law after she married into the Cheng family and become a laughing stock.

Qin Wenjuan was naturally unaware of Xiang's painstaking efforts.

In order to marry Cheng Laowu, she had to restrain her temper, and forced herself to calm down every day, trying to control that tiny embroidery needle.

It's strange that she, who is so powerful in wielding spears and sticks, is often frustrated because she can't control an embroidery needle.

But she was born stubborn and insisted on doing things even if they were impossible, so she started to compete with the embroidery needle.

Cheng Laowu felt so distressed when he saw this, and tried to persuade her but failed, so he just joined her.

Then a jaw-dropping scene occurred in Miss Qin's courtyard.

General Zhendong, who was able to decide the outcome of a battle with a sword in his hand, actually put down his sword, picked up an embroidery needle, and concentrated on embroidering a wedding dress for his wife.

You know what, the way she holds the needle looks much more pleasing to the eye than Qin Wenjuan's.

The Qin family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, who were hiding outside the door and watching, were so happy that they covered their mouths and laughed.

"I'll go talk to Juan'er. It's fine if she can't do it herself, but she actually asked the young general to pick up the embroidery needle. If this gets out, people will laugh their heads off."

Having said that, Qin was about to go in.

But he was grabbed by the sleeve by Old Lady Qin.

"Forget it. The two kids have a good relationship. They can do whatever they want. Just let the people in our house keep their mouths shut."

While Cheng Laowu and Qin Wenjuan are inseparable, Cheng Xingwan and her brothers and sisters are also busy.

Since she was canonized as Princess Pingyang, invitations to poetry readings and flower-viewing banquets have been pouring in like snowflakes.

She turned down all the invitations she could, but for those she couldn't, she had to accept the invitation.

For example, today, she had just gotten out of bed when she heard someone's noisy voice outside.

"Grandma, you make these crab roe buns really well. I can smell the fragrance at home."

"Little Dun'er, if you like it, eat more. These shrimp dumplings are not bad, try them. If you like them, come often. I'll make you whatever you want."

Zhang kept putting all kinds of food into Xue Dundun's bowl. The little fat boy buried his face in the pile of food in the bowl and ate ferociously.

When Cheng Xingwan came out after washing up, he saw this scene.

But the little fat boy's mouth was as sweet as honey. While eating, he also took the time to flatter Zhang.

"Wow wow wow....., it's so delicious. Grandma's cooking skills are not much worse than the imperial chefs in the palace. Have you ever considered opening a breakfast shop in the capital? Then I can eat it every day."

“That’s exactly what I meant. We are already preparing to open a breakfast shop.

And we not only want to sell breakfast, but also open a hot pot and barbecue restaurant.

We bought Hongfu Building and opened the restaurant there.”

Speaking of opening a breakfast shop, Wang, who had been eating in silence, became excited.

During the time I have been in Beijing, I have been either invited to someone's house or someone's wife has come to visit me.

After the initial novelty wore off, I just felt that this kind of life was extremely boring.

There are rules for walking, sitting, sleeping and lying down. She has to put on a fake smile when she meets everyone, and her face is almost stiff from smiling.

At this moment, she missed the days in Cangwu Town very much, and was thankful countless times that her husband was not cut out to be an official.

Otherwise, just thinking about how her future would be like those officials' wives, trapped in the backyard by a bunch of rules, would make her feel that life would be boring.

When she talked about opening a shop, she seemed to open up and talk nonstop.

In addition to being a senior foodie, Xue Dundun is also an excellent listener. While eating, he can also interject at the right time to flatter others without leaving any trace.

The women in the Cheng family were so amused that they smiled happily, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was particularly good.

Jinwu saw that as soon as he came, he stole the attention of Zhang, Liu and the other mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and even their own grandsons (sons) were not interested in him, so he immediately became jealous.

"My dear little fatty, your family is an old and prestigious family in Beijing after all, so they won't treat you badly when it comes to food, right?

You are so fat and short. If you keep eating like this, you will turn into a ball."

Upon hearing this, Xue Dundun paused in stuffing food into his mouth and his eyes instantly turned red. In order to avoid being noticed, he blinked and put down the chopsticks in embarrassment.

"Jinwu, how can you talk like that? Apologize to Jibai right now!"

Old man Cheng, who was sitting at the top and had been silent, did not ignore the tears in his eyes.

He hurriedly scolded Jinwu and asked him to apologize to Xue Dundun.

Jinwu was startled by his sudden outburst and instantly jumped up from the stool as a reflex.

In fact, as soon as he said this, he realized that what he said was too much. How could he poke a knife into someone's scar?

Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and doing good things is great.

Fortunately, he was very positive in admitting his mistakes, and he rushed to Xue Dundun's side and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Ji Bai, it's all my fault that I couldn't control my stinky mouth and said something out loud.

Actually, I meant to joke with you, nothing else.

I didn't mean to tease you about your figure. You can hit me or scold me, I will never fight back or say anything back."

Xue Dundun turned her head and quietly wiped away her tears, then said with a smile: "Brother Jinwu, it's okay, I don't blame you.

I will always remember all the kindness you have shown me.

I also know that being too fat is not good, but I have no choice. I always feel hungry, as if I can never be full.

I actually don’t want this to happen, and I’ve been trying very hard to control myself.

But if I don’t eat, I feel uncomfortable.”