Switched Marriage: The Coddled Little Wife

Beside them, Qin Jianjun’s eyes widened in shock, “Little Unc, you laughed?”

Goodness, he actually saw his Little Unc laugh.

Qin Yang’s lips pressed even tighter, “No.”

“You were laughing, I saw it,” Qin Jianjun said with firm conviction.

Normally, the younger generation wasn’t allowed to attend the fetching-the-bride event, but he had followed along because he was only a few years younger than his uncle.

He had always admired his uncle, who was smart since a young age and the only college graduate from their village, even though his uncle rarely came home throughout the year.

Having a rare close encounter, his eyes never wandered off his uncle.

“There was no such thing,” Qin Yang stubbornly denied, deliberately turning his head to the side.

Qin Liang slapped his son on the head, “You silly boy, it’s your uncle’s wedding, what’s so strange about smiling,” while giving his son a meaningful look.

Whether Qin Yang smiled or not, he didn’t know, but he was sure that since Qin Yang denied it, he must not smile.

People who have been married for many years understand that.

Lin Chuxia had no idea she was being made fun of, wondering whether she should sit on the quilts from her dowry since there was still some distance to Qin Family Village and the roads of that era were almost all dirt roads.

After much consideration, Lin Chuxia decided not to mistreat herself, and to the astonishment of everyone, she pulled over a well-packed quilt and sat on it.

Those still discussing whether Qin Yang had really laughed or not: “…”

The timing was perfect upon reaching Qin Family Village. Firecrackers were set off even before they reached the Qin Family’s doorstep.

As the tractor slowed down, Lin Chuxia untied her bridal veil. She was going to live in Qin Family Village from now on, so she wanted to make a good impression, whether with the Qin Family or the other villagers.

The tractor came to a halt, and someone placed a stool under it for Lin Chuxia to alight, assisted by a woman.

Once in the courtyard, someone presided and spoke a series of blessings, and with that, the ceremony was completed.

Lin Chuxia was ushered into the bridal chamber, and the feast began outside.

At weddings in that era, aside from enjoying a good meal, there wasn’t much else.

Lin Chuxia sat in a room that had clearly been decorated, so different from her previous life at Li Family’s home.

In her past life, she had no dowry, the Li Family didn’t decorate the bridal chamber, they didn’t even host a meal for relatives and friends. She was married in the afternoon, rested for a while, and then Li Guangyuan asked her to cook dinner. Naturally, there was no transition; it was as though she had been with the Li Family for a long time.

The excitement and expectations of a bride never existed for her.

Of course, neither did they in this life.

For her, who she married or for what reasons didn’t matter.

Her goal in this life was to make money, nothing could replace the substantiality of wealth and status grasped in her hands.

Even the fact that Qin Yang worked away from home all year round and didn’t come back was fine by her.

Men, they only slowed down her money-making pace.

Outside was lively and boisterous, while Lin Chuxia sniffed the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air and rubbed her growling stomach.

Whether early or late, she had arrived at the Qin Family before lunch, and it seemed she wasn’t included in the meal.

Right now, the Qin Family were busy entertaining guests outside, and she had neither relatives from her own family nor new relatives on this side, unsure when she would be able to join the meal.

Just as she thought about taking something to eat from her space to satisfy her hunger, rustling sounds came from the doorway, seemingly a child’s voice.

“That’s my aunt inside, my new aunt,” a boy’s milky voice said.

A little girl’s voice asked, “What does the bride look like? My mom says the bride is the prettiest. Is your new aunt pretty?”

“Prettiest, my uncle’s wife is definitely the prettiest,” the boy’s voice was filled with certainty.

Another boy interjected, “You’re lying, my mom said your uncle’s wife was switched, surely for an ugly hag.”

“Not true, my uncle’s wife is the prettiest, if you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to see.”