[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Several people lived comfortably in Lan Mingyue's home for more than ten days. On the other side of Hongya Village, new houses were erected busily under the warm winter sun.

On this day, just as the sky was getting light and a few strands of pale pink glow were still on the horizon, Han Heming hurriedly harnessed the carriage. The horse's hooves stepped on the frosty ground, making a crisp "clacking" sound, and he galloped all the way to Lan Mingyue's house to pick up Song Yanzhi.

The cold wind was blowing, but he didn't feel cold at all. His heart was full of eager anticipation for the start of a new life. Thinking that he would soon move into the new house with his wife and children, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

As soon as he got out of the car, Su came towards him like a gust of wind.

At that time, the village was filled with a lively and noisy atmosphere. Many villagers gathered in front of the new house to see the new thing. Everyone was talking to each other, and laughter echoed in the cool air.

When Su saw Song Yanzhi, her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She suddenly grabbed her hands with both hands, and her grip was so strong as if she was afraid that she would run away again. She cried heartbreakingly.

"Yanzhi, you're finally back! Do you know how I've endured these past six years? Every night, as soon as I close my eyes, I dream of you meeting with unexpected misfortunes. My heart is almost broken!"

Song Yanzhi's eyes also turned red. When she first arrived in this strange world, she was isolated and helpless. Su helped her without hesitation, took her to familiarize herself with the village, and taught her how to manage the household. This friendship is as heavy as Mount Tai, and she will always remember it.

Seeing Su's excitement, she felt warm in her heart, yet extremely guilty, and quickly responded, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry for not sending you a message earlier, causing you to worry for so long.

How have you been these past few years? Are the children and Brother Han Ming all doing well?"

As she asked, she looked at Su carefully, her eyes swept over the new fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and she secretly felt sad about the traces left by the years on her body.

The old jujube tree in the yard was bare, with only some dead branches trembling slightly in the wind, like silent witnesses.

"Everything is fine, everything is fine!" Su nodded repeatedly. As soon as she said this, she suddenly seemed to remember something important. Her heart skipped a beat, her expression changed suddenly, and she unconsciously exerted force on her hands, pinching Song Yanzhi so hard that she let out a soft cry.

She missed Jiu and Tuan Tuan so much. Those two children were just like her own children, well-behaved and caring. Every time she thought of their sweet smiles, her heart melted and she blurted out anxiously, "By the way, why haven't I seen Jiu and Tuan Tuan? Are they okay?"

"It's hard to explain this in a short time. I'll talk to my sister-in-law slowly when I have time."

Song Yanzhi glanced around helplessly, her mind aching with doubt. At that moment, the new house was bustling with activity, and the villagers would occasionally glance over, curious and inquisitive.

At this critical moment, there are some things that really cannot be said openly. If they get out, it may cause rumors and create unnecessary trouble.

As the cold wind blew, she wrapped her cloak tightly around her, secretly thanking herself for wearing warm clothes today. She whispered to Su, "Sister-in-law, there are so many people here right now, I'll talk to you alone later."

Su also reacted instantly and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later."

Although she was anxious, she also knew that the situation was not right. She suppressed her doubts and couldn't help but glance into the distance, muttering, "I hope both children are safe."

When the aunts and young wives in the village saw Song Yanzhi, radiant in her silk and satin clothes, and saw the magnificent and luxurious house, a surge of jealousy suddenly rose in their hearts, and they felt sour.

A woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolling around, a calculating smile on her face. She squeezed out of the crowd, twisting her waist, and came forward, saying in a long voice, "Yanzhi, your family built such a big house, it's only right that you throw a banquet for three days and three nights. Our village hasn't had such a big event in a long time, and everyone is looking forward to it!"

She thought to herself that even if she wasn't lucky enough to live there, she could still take the opportunity to enjoy some good food and wine and show off in front of others, which would be enough to make her feel proud for a while.

At this time, the sun had risen a little higher, and the warm light shone on everyone, but it could not warm the coldness in the woman's words.

Song Yanzhi only smiled faintly, but her heart was as clear as a mirror, knowing what the woman was planning. She responded neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Auntie, this house has just been built, and there are still a lot of things to take care of inside. Let's discuss the buffet later.

You know, building this house took a lot of trouble, and every aspect needs to be straightened out, so there's no rush."

She thought that she couldn't let anyone take advantage of her. She had just returned to the village and had to act with discretion. Her eyes were calm and firm.

The sunlight made the snow in the yard so dazzling that others couldn't see the emotions in her eyes.

The woman curled her lips in dissatisfaction, secretly cursing Song Yanzhi for being stingy, but she still insisted, "Yanzhi, don't be stingy. Now that you're rich, you can't forget us villagers. You can't get to where you are today because of the care and support of everyone in our village. Don't forget your roots!"

Song Yanzhi still smiled, but she felt a little annoyed in her heart. She remained polite on the surface: "Don't worry, auntie, Yanzhi is not the kind of person who forgets her roots. When everything is settled, I will definitely not treat the villagers unfairly, but now is not the time."

At this time, Han Heming strode over. He took in everyone's expressions, sighed inwardly, but smiled brightly on his face.

He said loudly, "Everyone, let's go home today. Yanzhi and I will definitely treat you well and have a great time later. Please understand us. We just moved into a new house and have a lot of things to do!"

After hearing what he said, everyone decided not to say any more and dispersed one after another.

After everyone had left, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Song Yanzhi secretly felt lucky that nothing happened. She then pulled Su over and said, "Sister-in-law, let's go inside and talk."

As I stepped into the house, warm air hit me in the face, dispelling the coldness on my body. The charcoal fire in the stove crackled, as if welcoming the owner home.

After entering the house, Song Yanzhi introduced Su to Cui Jingshu. Cui Jingshu looked at Su's simple and warm appearance and felt a liking for her. He bowed slightly with a gentle smile on his face, "Hello, Sister Su. I have heard Yanzhi talk about you all the way here. Seeing you today, you are indeed kind."

She thought that anyone who could get close to Yanzhi must be very easy to get along with. Her eyes swept over the simple yet warm decoration in the house, and her mood became more relaxed.

Su hurriedly returned the gift, very warmly: "Sister Jingshu, you're welcome! You are Yanzhi's good sister, so you are my sister. From now on, when you are here, just treat yourself as a family member. If you have any difficulties, don't be shy with me." As she spoke, she stirred the charcoal fire to make it burn more vigorously.