Why did you mess with her? The military officer husband protects her and spoils her

He Ziqian and Sun Sijia's wedding was held in a hotel not far from the compound.

It is the best hotel nearby.

It's also now. If it were in the past, He's father and others would not dare to hold a wedding banquet here.

Too high profile.

It’s different now. The atmosphere is much more open and the times are different.

He's father has also retired.

His grandson is getting married, but he is not the one hosting the wedding banquet, so there is no need for people to give him face and come to drink.

Even so, many people knew that He Ziqian was getting married, and they came to say hello, saying that they wanted to have a drink at the wedding on the day of the wedding.

He also said: "We didn't get a drink when Tingchuan got married. Now that his grandson is getting married, brother must treat us to a drink."

Since they all said so, Mr. He had no choice but to send them invitations.

A few more tables were added.

Including a few tables from Sun Sijia's parents' home, the entire hotel was almost booked by the He family.

Yun Jin didn't care about all this. When they got married and had a banquet, Yun Jin just had to give them red envelopes.

Mother He didn't care, she was just responsible for bringing the rice cakes.

With the help of He Dasao, her son's marriage did not require the help of his mother.

When He Ziqian and his family were getting married in a villa in the compound and decorating the bridal chamber, He's mother didn't let Yun Jin help. She asked Yun Jin to stay with Xiao Nian Gao, lest anything happen to Nian Gao if no one was watching over him.

He Dasao, He Zizhen, and He Ziqian were asked to help decorate the wedding room.

Sun Sijia was pregnant and couldn't move much, so she just watched from the side.

Seeing that there were not enough people, he wanted to ask Yun Jin to come down and help.

She usually lives downstairs with He Ziqian. Besides the study, there are two rooms downstairs, one is where He's parents live, and the other is this small room where He Ziqian lives.

Although it is a villa, the space is actually not big. The small room is only about seven or eight square meters. There is no space for a bed, desk, or wardrobe.

After going upstairs and knocking on Yun Jin and He Tingchuan's doors, Sun Sijia realized how cramped her own life was under the same roof, while Yun Jin's place was so spacious that it looked twice as big.

That's fine, the furniture upstairs is nicer.

There was also a separate small door. Sun Sijia was curious: "Is that door also a room?"

"No." Yun Jin saw what Sun Sijia was thinking but didn't say what it was.

Sun Sijia had already walked towards the door: "What is that? I haven't come up to see it yet. I didn't expect that my aunt's room is so spacious."

Yun Jin saw that she was boring herself, so she let her go.

As soon as Sun Sijia opened the door and saw the individual sanitary napkins, her face suddenly turned ugly: "There's a bathroom upstairs? This is too comfortable to live in. Auntie is enjoying herself with Xiao Nian Gao!"

Yun Jin said calmly, "It's okay. Nian Gao's father has always lived upstairs."

"Is that so?" Sun Sijia suppressed her inner grievance and turned away.

Xiao Nian Gao frowned: "Mom, sister-in-law seems unhappy, what's wrong with her?"

"It's okay, I'm just shortsighted. Nian Gao, when we grow up, we must be generous people. Don't be jealous of things that are not yours. If you want them, work hard to earn money to buy them." Yun Jin didn't care whether little Nian Gao understood or not.

She let it all out before she spoke.

Little Rice Cake nodded, not quite understanding: "Don't worry, Mom, it's not mine, I'm not jealous. If I like it, I can earn money to buy it myself!"

"How good! My daughter is sensible and has backbone." Yun Jin reminded: "However, if someone comes to steal your things, we can't give them up, understand?"

Xiao Nian Gao nodded affirmatively: "What's mine is mine, and I won't give it to you even if you snatch it away."

Yun Jin felt relieved, knowing that this was not a disadvantage.

As for Sun Sijia, when she went downstairs, she looked at the small new house which was in contrast to Yun Jin's room, and tears suddenly fell.

When Mother He saw Sun Sijia crying in front of them without any hesitation, she felt a little upset. She suppressed her temper and asked, "What's wrong? Did Ziqian bully you?"

"It's okay." Sun Sijia hesitated to speak, looking at everyone with an aggrieved and pitiful look.

He Zizhen almost rolled her eyes.

Mrs. He looked unhappy.

He Ziqian frowned: "It's okay, why are you crying?"

"I just feel a little short of breath in this room, and I feel uncomfortable." Sun Sijia deliberately breathed quickly and took big gulps of air.

Mother He was stunned: "Why did this happen when everything was fine? Should we go to the hospital?"

"No, maybe the room is too crowded. There are too many things stuffed in it. I feel like there is not enough fresh air, so I can't breathe smoothly. I'll just sit in the living room. It's spacious here." Sun Sijia sat in the living room, looking much better.

What was there for He's mother not to understand? She had just watched her go upstairs and thought about the layout of the upstairs. She knew that she was narrow-minded and liked to take advantage of others. She knew what she meant by this.

He Ziqian didn't know what was going on, so he asked with concern: "You can't stay in the living room all the time. If you feel crowded, move those unwanted sewing machines and cabinets out and it will be more spacious."

Sun Sijia rolled her eyes in her heart.

Is this the way to solve the problem?

"Where else can we put it if not in our room?" Sun Sijia deliberately led the conversation towards Yun Jin. "I just went to look at my aunt's upstairs. Her place is quite spacious and not too crowded. I stood there for a while and felt relaxed. There's even a toilet in there. I don't have to go downstairs to use the restroom when I'm pregnant. How great!"

He Zizhen laughed: "Sister-in-law, you have laid so much groundwork because you want to live in my aunt's room. How can you do this? That room has always belonged to my uncle."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Sun Sijia denied it immediately, but she didn't think so in her heart.

She made an excuse: "I just feel a little short of breath living here, and my stomach is uncomfortable. I'm worried about the baby."

He Zizhen didn't indulge her: "I heard that my sister-in-law's family has seven or eight people living in a large courtyard of more than ten square meters, and they don't see anything wrong with it. Why are you being so pretentious when you come to our house?"

Mother He thought to herself, Zizhen has a mouth to say more, grandma will like to hear it.

Mrs. He's face was grim. She looked at Sun Sijia who was getting more and more demanding and said, "If you want to live in our house, then live here honestly. Don't even think about the room upstairs. It has nothing to do with you."

"If you don't want to, it's okay not to have the wedding tomorrow. Just consider it as us paying for a dinner for everyone." He Dasao looked down on Sun Sijia. If she hadn't been pregnant out of wedlock and unwilling to have an abortion, she would have had no choice but to accept it.

Otherwise, she would never want a daughter-in-law from such a slum.

Not only is he willing to marry her, but he is also picky and makes all kinds of demands.

The one thousand yuan betrothal gift hurt her.

If it weren't for the sake of my future grandchildren, I really wouldn't be willing to pay this money.

Who knew that there would be a wedding tomorrow and he would still be making trouble here.

As soon as He Dasao expressed her opinion, He's mother frowned and said nothing, He Zizhen gloated, and He Ziqian looked at her with a cold look.

Sun Sijia was isolated and helpless, so she could only hold her nose and apologize: "Mom, why would I not want to? I dream of marrying Ziqian. It is my blessing to be able to enter the He family. I feel much better now. Let's put up the wedding sign!"

Mother He gave up and said, "I'm too old to handle this anymore. You guys can do the decorations yourselves. I'm going back to sleep."

He Zizhen followed him away happily: "There aren't many left anyway, so just post it yourself, brother. It's you who's getting married, not me!"

He Dasao didn't want to do it anymore. She handed the rag to He Ziqian and said, "You can do it yourself."