A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

Li Mai's eyes widened, and she quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, asking, "Really? Then will Chen... no, I mean brother-in-law mind?"

Li Jiaojiao thought for a moment: "No, he wouldn't mind."

She just tried it out, and although her demonic power was gone, her fox-like skills were still intact.

If Chen Yu really cares, she'll use her charm.

With great difficulty, Tuotuo began, "But... the host is the villain."

"Villain? What's a villain? What's so scary about him?" Li Jiaojiao was fearless and wouldn't be afraid of this mortal.

"The villain... the villain is..." Tuotuo struggled for a while, her wires almost tangled together in a knot, but she still couldn't come up with a solution.

Li Jiaojiao saw it but didn't bother to care; she was full and ready to sleep.

"Remember to wash the dishes," she said, tossing down the bowl before leaving.

Li Mai nodded obediently, clearly already used to it.

The Li family lived in a tenement building in Lishui Community in the west of the city. It was a notoriously poor community and also the living area for several factories. Because the nearby factories could not pay wages, there were many laid-off and unemployed workers in the community.

The marriage of the eldest daughter of the Li family is quite a big deal in the community.

Those trivial matters have been discussed and rehashed countless times by the aunties on the street.

"I wonder how much money the Li family received to organize such a grand event."

"Exactly! If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a princess getting married!"

"Isn't it just marrying off a princess? Look at Li Qiao's behavior before, all those floral dresses and clothes."

The people gathered at one end talking were Li's neighbors, who lived on the fourth floor.

They didn't like Li Qiao, even though she was very beautiful, because she spent money too much.

This year has been tough for everyone, but every time Li Qiao brings her younger sister home, she dresses up beautifully and carries meat in her hands.

What's infuriating is that the aroma of the stir-fried meat is so overpowering that it wafts straight into your nostrils, making it impossible to eat a single bite of the pickled cabbage in front of you.

The group was talking quite loudly, and the Li family members at home could hear them.

Li Qiao's stepmother, Ma Yan'er, wasn't annoyed at all by these words.

"Your eldest daughter is really something," she said with a smile as she chatted with her father.

She glanced at the gifts, which filled the room to the brim; she had never seen such a grand display of betrothal gifts before.

As long as Li Qiao marries Chen Yu, she can easily get whatever she wants.

Let the people in this compound be envious.

Ma Yan'er has been laughing in her dreams these past few days, but unlike her happiness, Li's father has been frowning for days.

"Go ahead and laugh. My daughter is marrying a divorcee in her first marriage."

Mr. Li complained rather irritably that no one in the compound knew that Chen Yu was remarried; they would laugh at him to death if they found out.

He immediately sensed the unusually tense atmosphere after he finished speaking.

Looking up, he saw Ma Yan'er's terrifying gaze: "Ha, I married you, a divorcee, for my first marriage, so why don't you look like you're crying? Besides, I've already found out, we weren't even married, the rumor that we didn't even get a certificate is just that—a rumor."

Father Li immediately performed a face-changing magic trick, smiling obsequiously: "Yan'er is the best. Qiaoqiao is so lucky to have you as her aunt."

"Look at this piece of jewelry, it looks quite nice on you."

He immediately changed the subject and slipped a thin gold bar-shaped bracelet onto Ma Yan'er's wrist.

Ma Yan'er gently stroked the gold bracelet, her eyes overflowing with affection: "This... I can't accept something that belongs to your daughter."

That's what they say, but it doesn't necessarily mean she'll actually take it off.

Mr. Li chuckled and said, "Qiaoqiao won't fight over such a small thing; you're her mother."

"Then I'll take it with me first," Ma Yan'er waved her hand and walked out the door triumphantly. She planned to take it down to show those old women.

Everyone says she married poorly, but who has a gold bracelet to wear?

As she left, she turned back and instructed, "When Xiaobao comes back later, he loves the char siu buns in the pot. Remember to heat them up for him while they're hot. If he doesn't want the buns, you can eat them. Save the char siu for him."

"Understood," Father Li replied.

After seeing that the person had gone far away, Li's father got up and went to get a char siu bun to eat.

"I didn't even get to eat any, how could you possibly eat so much?" After saying that, he ate another char siu bao.

There were three char siu buns in the pot, all left by Ma Yan'er for her son, Li Xiaobao.

"Has Qiu Mei had dinner yet?" Ma Yan'er walked to the stairwell and specifically called out to the gray-clad woman at the end of the line.

The girl called Qiu Mei paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "I ate."

"Do you like the roast chicken on Nanpin Road? I'm still struggling to decide what dishes to order for Sister Li's wedding banquet tomorrow night."

Roast chicken on Nanpin Road? Ma Yan'er's voice wasn't loud, but the crowd's heated discussion came to an abrupt halt.

A person stood up in the center of the crowd and pulled Ma Yan'er to sit next to her.

"Ah Yan, how many tables does your sister need to set up? Do you need to hire someone to help?" the woman asked with a smile, raising her thin eyebrows.

This was the first time Ma Yan'er had been questioned by the woman in front of her.

"Factory... Factory Director's Wife," Ma Yan'er, whose tongue was usually so fluent, seemed to be tied in knots and she couldn't speak clearly.

The woman addressed as the factory manager's wife gently patted her hand: "I'm probably a little older than you, you can just call me Sister Juan."

Those who live in this region know that you can't just call the factory manager or the factory manager's wife by their names. In public, you have to use respectful titles so as not to give off any impression of trying to get too close.

Calling someone by a more intimate name indicates a special relationship.

"Sister Juan, we'll probably only have about five tables. The groom's side will be at the Fuming Hotel on Fuming Road."

When Ma Yan'er called her Sister Juan, her voice was weak and ethereal.

She still couldn't quite believe that the factory director's wife, especially the factory director's wife from the No. 1 Machinery Factory, would make her call her "sister."

The No. 1 Machinery Factory was quite prestigious in the area because it was one of the few factories that could pay wages.

The factory director, Liang Quanshui, was a demobilized soldier who was transferred to the No. 1 Machinery Factory. His wife's full name was Zhang Huaijuan.

Many people standing nearby stared wide-eyed. Setting up so many tables in the courtyard was one thing, but to hold the banquet at the Fuming Hotel? That hotel wasn't a place just anyone could go and patronize.

Zhang Huaijuan had visited the Fuming Hotel once and was also taken aback by Ma Yan'er's words.

"Did Li Qiao marry a driver?" She couldn't help but ask again, wondering how a driver could afford to go there when he earns so much money.

This was the first time Ma Yan'er had been watched by so many people, and her vanity was satisfied like never before.

"That's right, his name is Chen Yu."

Zhang Huaijuan nodded and smiled, pondering this person in her heart.

Soon everyone noticed the gold bracelet on Ma Yan'er's wrist and asked if it was a gift from her son-in-law.

"Yes, they're just so filial. I told them I didn't want something so expensive, but they insisted on giving it to me."

When Ma Yan'er saw that everyone had finally asked about the gold bracelet, she couldn't stop smiling.

Her hand got tired from raising and lowering it repeatedly.

Qiu Mei, who was behind the crowd, sneered inwardly. She was so surrounded by people that she couldn't tell which way was which. She wondered what Li Qiao would do when she came back.

She just couldn't stand Ma Yan'er's smug attitude.