The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 669 - 656: Slapping the Transmigrator (11)

Xiao Daya felt particularly troubled.

She knew that even if her mother and younger brother got a new residence, they would definitely not leave the old one for her.

Even if she and Lu Gui wanted to move into the old residence, her mother would not allow it, let alone let Lu Fu’s family move in.

Where was there a precedent for one’s brother-in-law living in the sister-in-law’s family’s home?

Even Xiao Daya, who was not the sharpest, knew this was not right; she had never heard of such a thing.

"Mother, I... this definitely won’t work, I can’t go back and ask."

Xiao Daya refused her Lu Sanbao’s family’s request quite firmly.

Lu Sanbao’s family immediately showed a change of expression: "What’s the use of you? You can’t do this well, nor that well, can’t even borrow a broken house, you useless lump."

Xiao Daya was scolded by the members of Lu Sanbao’s family to the point of losing face, but she was also stubborn and would never go back to her maternal family to borrow a house.

Xiao Yuan was unaware of this; he was currently busy preparing for his wedding.

Most of the new residence had been renovated, Ms. Ping’s room and the guest rooms were all set up, only waiting to move Anning’s furniture into the new room before they could move in.

The day to send the dowry was approachin quickly, and during this time Xiao Yuan had made quite a few acquaintances and friends who came over to help.

The Ji Family had already prepared the dowry well in advance.

Not only the dowry that Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji had prepared for Anning, but also the betrothal gifts from Xiao Yuan were included by Mrs. Ji within the dowry.

Therefore, Anning’s dowry was truly dazzling.

Not to mention ordinary households, even among the noble families in the Capital, there were few who could compare to hers.

The dowry had already entered the Xiao Family’s doors a long time ago, and the last procession of the dowry had yet to leave the house.

When over a hundred processions of dowry were lined up in the courtyard, people who came to congratulate or help felt their eyes were about to be blinded by the radiance.

The over one hundred processions were no bluff; all real and full to the brim, placed in the courtyard, reflecting the sunlight, glittering gold and sparkling, making onlookers’ hearts race, wishing all those were their own.

Ms. Ping, looking at the courtyard full of dowry, was unspeakably proud.

All these were now hers, all that gold and silver, and many treasures, which from now on would belong to her family, and later to her son’s, to her grandson’s; even if her son did nothing all his life, he couldn’t spend it all.

At this moment, Ms. Ping could not have been more satisfied with Anning.

Just for these things, she would treat Anning exceedingly well in the future, even if Anning were trouble, she would still dote on her.

In Ms. Ping’s heart, Anning was not just a daughter-in-law, but a golden doll.

In her heart, her son was the most important, far more important than a lonely old woman like herself; she was willing to do anything for those who were kind to her son.

Xiao Daya also came to help that day.

She looked at her younger brother’s newly bought residence, at the well-prepared guest rooms, at the high beds and soft furnishings, and felt envious in her heart.

But being an honest person, even with all her envy, she would not ask Xiao Yuan for anything.

Xiao Daya earnestly helped with the tasks, running in and out carrying items, assisting Ms. Ping in arranging the new house.

The top-notch furniture is lifted into the new house, and various materials as well as jewelry are all to be stored in the storeroom. Anyway, Ms. Ping, after having the treasures seen by all during her daughter’s splendid presentation, hurriedly moved them into the storeroom, holding the keys herself, not letting anyone have the slightest chance to touch them.

Having arranged the new room, Ms. Ping then found an opportunity to rest a bit.

She sat with Xiao Daya for a while before entering the kitchen.

There were indeed a lot of ingredients in the kitchen; Ms. Ping had purchased them intending to prepare a meal to thank those who had helped today.

However, Xiao Yuan did not want Ms. Ping to work too hard, so after the presentation of the dowry, he took his friends to a restaurant for a meal.

When Xiao Yuan left, he even asked Ms. Ping if she wanted the restaurant’s staff to send over some food, but Ms. Ping waved her hand and declined.

Only after Xiao Yuan had left and the house was left with just Ms. Ping and Xiao Daya, did Ms. Ping begin to cook.

This time Ms. Ping was truly generous. She not only stewed meat but also stir-fried several dishes and steamed a pot of rice. She heaped a big bowl full for Xiao Daya, constantly urging her to eat more meat.

"Look how thin you are, eat more quickly, lest your mother-in-law doesn’t feed you when you get back to your husband’s place."

Xiao Daya was famished, and the food was indeed delicious—the white rice with stewed meat was something she could hardly eat once in a year, and having it now, she was determined to eat her fill.

Under normal circumstances, Ms. Ping would have certainly scolded Xiao Daya for eating like this. In the past, the family was poor, and all the good things were reserved for Xiao Yuan; she was reluctant to let her daughter eat them. But now it was different, Ms. Ping not only didn’t scold Xiao Daya, she kept on piling more food onto her plate.

No matter what, Xiao Daya was Ms. Ping’s own daughter. Previously, when the family was poor and couldn’t look after her properly, she suffered a lot of hardships. Now that Xiao Yuan has married a good wife and the family is seeing money, she wouldn’t mistreat Xiao Daya anymore. Although it wouldn’t go as far as using the family’s money to subsidize the Lu family, it was definitely okay for Xiao Daya to have a few good meals when she came back to her parent’s home.

Xiao Yuan, on the other hand, went to a restaurant to dine with a group of friends.

Their gang was quite large, and upon entering the restaurant, it was uproarious. Xiao Yuan quickly had the waiter lead them upstairs to a private room. Going upstairs, they just happened to bump into another group coming down, and Xiao Yuan bumped heads with Cui Yiran.

Xiao Yuan gave Cui Yiran a glance, and Cui Yiran looked back at him.

Xiao Yuan saw the obvious disdain in Cui Yiran’s eyes.

He stepped aside, not wishing to deal with this dim-witted person.

Unexpectedly, Cui Yiran didn’t let him go.

Cui Yiran followed and blocked Xiao Yuan’s way: "Young Master Xiao, I have something to say to you."

Xiao Yuan thought about it, and let his friends go ahead and order dishes, while he and Cui Yiran went to the back yard of the restaurant.

The front may have been chaotic, but the back yard was quite quiet.

"What’s the matter?"

Upon reaching the backyard, Xiao Yuan asked Cui Yiran.

Cui Yiran sized Xiao Yuan up: "Aren’t you feeling quite pleased with yourself? You must be thinking you’ve accumulated several lifetimes of virtue to marry a noble lady as your wife, right?"

Xiao Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at what Cui Yiran said: "Are you sick in the head? What’s the point of stopping me to say all this nonsense?"

Cui Yiran’s eyes flickered slightly: "I just want to tell you that Ji Anning isn’t as good as you think. The Ji family comes from a criminal justice background; the whole family is treacherous and cunning..."

Cui Yiran didn’t finish his sentence when Xiao Yuan’s slap landed directly on his face.

The slap was so hard that it left Cui Yiran’s right cheek red and swollen.

"Who gave you the audacity to address my Lady by her name?"

A flash of ferocity crossed Xiao Yuan’s eyes: "I am well aware of what kind of people the Ji family is; I don’t need you to come and sow discord between us. Moreover, if a grown man like you wants to break off an engagement, you should do it openly and aboveboard, not scheme behind a woman’s back. What kind of man are you, full of sneaky tricks, yet still have the audacity to accuse others of not being right? It’s laughable."