"It’s really unfair, I don’t think I did anything wrong, right?" Why is she pointing the finger at him?

"Isn’t that the case?"

In this aspect, for men, it’s almost like instinct.

"Even if that’s the case, learning more doesn’t hurt. Our son is so outstanding, having more talents wouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Talents? This counts as talent? Ye Ranran’s mouth twitched.

While they were talking, the wedding ended, and it was time to disperse and head to the hotel.

The banquet started in the afternoon, with some time in between for the bride to change clothes and rest.

As everyone was heading out, Ye Ranran walked towards the lounge.

Fan Rou was already sitting there, while Lan Shao was outside, communicating with the staff about the upcoming segments.

Fan Rou was sitting there quietly and elegantly, looking somewhat serene.

Upon seeing Ye Ranran, she quickly stood up.

"Be careful, don’t step on your dress." Ye Ranran reminded her.

Fan Rou spun around in front of her: "How do I look? Beautiful?"

Ye Ranran nodded: "Beautiful, a masterpiece, how could it not be?"

"Can’t you just compliment that I’m pretty?" So ungrateful.

"You’re already the most beautiful today, why would you need my compliment?" Ye Ranran sat on the chair beside her.

Fan Rou also sat down, looking at herself in the mirror: "I still feel a bit surreal."

"What’s not real? Do you want me to slap you and see if it hurts?"

"No need, I pinched myself, it did hurt quite a bit." Fan Rou touched her thigh and said.

"Are you crazy? Pinching yourself for no reason? Bored out of your mind?"

"I just wanted to check if I was dreaming."

Unexpectedly, she got married just like that, and in such a glamorous way, it’s unbelievable when you think about it.

"Alright, don’t get too happy, honestly, Lan Shao’s the one who gained."

"How so?"

"He saved on the bride price, isn’t that a gain?"

These days, bride prices are high, and many can’t marry because they can’t afford them.

As for her, with no parents, she just went along with it, skipping the bride price altogether.

And as for the wedding, although it was grand, by any calculation, Lan Shao gained from it.

"That’s true, but as long as you’re happy, it’s fine, don’t worry too much about it." Fan Rou said, cupping her face.

Seeing the happiness in her eyes, Ye Ranran smiled, tidying up her dress.

Watching Ye Ranran carefully smooth the wrinkles on her dress, Fan Rou turned around and hugged her.

"What are you doing." Ye Ranran quickly let go of the dress.

"Aren’t you afraid of tearing the dress?"

Already married and still so clumsy, really?

"Nothing, just wanted to hug you, Ranran, why are you still so skinny?"

"I gained weight, you just didn’t notice."

"Really?" Fan Rou’s hand moved up: "Did all the weight go to one place?"

"You pervert." Ye Ranran slapped her hand away. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After fooling around for a while, Lan Shao returned, and they headed to the hotel together.

Fan Rou and Lan Shao stood at the hotel entrance greeting guests, while Mr. and Mrs. Lan were inside entertaining them.

Ye Ranran, worried they might be overwhelmed, went to help too.

After the bustle, everything ended, and Fan Rou and Lan Shao returned home.

Because of the wedding, the house was decorated with red wedding symbols, looking very festive.

Lan Shao staggered towards the room, but once he closed the door, he was instantly alert, showing no signs of drunkenness.

"Weren’t you drunk?" Fan Rou, sitting at the vanity, turned and asked.

"Do I look drunk?" Lan Shao bent down and picked her up.

"What are you doing?" Fan Rou asked naively.

"Bridal chamber, of course?"

"It’s not like we haven’t slept together, so why the bridal chamber?" She was tired, needed sleep, needed rest.

Rejected the bridal chamber.

"Who says sleeping together means no bridal chamber?" Who made that rule? Stand up, he promises not to beat them up.

"Can I request a two-day rest?"

"A night of spring is worth a thousand gold, my wife."

...

This is where Fan Rou and Lan Shao’s story ends.