studiobondurri Chapter 186 Yuwen Chenglong: I'll collect a fortune in gifts after my grandfather dies.
Chapter 186 Yuwen Chenglong: I'll collect a fortune in gifts after my grandfather dies.
"Zilie," her voice choked with emotion, "thank you so much, sister."
"Sister Yu'er," Lü Xiao leaned closer to her, lowered his voice, and smiled mischievously, "it's not too late to thank your brother on our wedding night."
He gave Yang Yu'er a knowing look.
Yang Yu'er was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
Is this guy flirting with her?
"Heh," she chuckled softly, the tears in her eyes replaced by laughter, "Don't make your sister Yu'er laugh."
She reached out and gently patted Lü Xiao's cheek.
This kid's really gotten too big for his britches; he even dares to flirt with his older sister now?
Lu Xiao was stunned for a moment when he was slapped. Before he could react, he saw a sly glint in Yang Yu'er's eyes.
"Alright," she said slowly, "Let's check the goods first and see if the little brother has grown up."
As she spoke, her hand slid down his cheek, landed on his shoulder, and then moved a little further down.
Lu Xiao felt a chill run down his spine.
This woman!
This happened in public!
Even though there's no one else in this courtyard, this is still too much.
"Sister Yu'er, don't rush," he grabbed her restless hand and took a step back, "We'll meet in the bridal chamber!"
After saying that, he turned and ran.
As Yang Yu'er watched his figure disappear through the courtyard gate, the smile on her lips deepened.
This little brother is still too young.
They need to be properly disciplined.
Lu Xiao ran out of the villa as if fleeing, and bumped into Yang Ruyi right in the face.
Yang Ruyi stood at the corner of the corridor, clearly waiting for him.
She held Lu Yan, who had just woken up, in her arms. The little guy opened his round eyes and looked around curiously.
"Husband," Yang Ruyi raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on her lips, "doesn't your sister Yu'er smell good?"
Lu Xiao paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.
How does this woman know everything?
He composed himself, walked over and put his arm around Yang Ruyi, while also pinching Lü Yan's cheek.
"It doesn't smell as good as yours," he said matter-of-factly.
To be honest, this little princess is better.
Yang Yu'er is too fierce, she's practically a female hooligan, he can't handle her.
"Of course," Yang Ruyi snorted, but her eyes held a smile.
This guy certainly has a sweet tongue.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Following Lü Yan's happy occasion, the Shuo Prince's Mansion celebrated its second joyous day.
This time, the area outside the mansion was bustling with activity as guests arrived in droves to offer their congratulations.
However, the person in charge of registration and record-keeping was changed to Fang Xuanling.
Du Ruhui refused to do the job this time no matter what.
He copied the gift list so many times that his wrist almost broke. He couldn't hold a pen for three days after he got back. This time, he was determined to make Fang Xuanling taste the same pain.
Yuwen Chenglong and his son Yuwen Huaji carried congratulatory gifts and walked out of the gate of the Yuwen Mansion side by side.
Yuwen Chenglong held an exquisite brocade box in his arms, containing a carefully selected congratulatory gift.
To demonstrate his loyalty, he went all out this time.
"Father," Yuwen Chenglong suddenly spoke, lowering his voice, "Tell the truth, is the Prince deliberately holding the wedding in two separate events to collect more of our gifts?"
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Even the wealthiest families can't withstand this kind of extravagance!
He sent it once last time, and now he's sent it again ten days later. His little stash is almost empty.
Yuwen Huaji paused, then nodded slightly: "Yes, that's possible."
He wholeheartedly agreed.
It has to be Lü Xiao; he arranged everything perfectly.
First, hold the son's wedding, then collect two rounds of wedding gifts—a sure-fire way to make a profit.
Yuwen Chenglong's eyes darted around: "Then, after some time, shall we hold a ceremony in Grandfather's name and take back the gifts?"
Neither he nor his brother are married, and they have no plans to marry anytime soon.
His father is over fifty years old, so it's even less likely he'll remarry.
Happy occasions are out of the question, but funerals are fine!
"Look," Yuwen Chenglong said, his interest piqued, and he began to speak at length.
"Grandfather is getting old, so shouldn't we arrange his funeral in advance?"
Inform the officials who are on good terms with the Yuwen family so that they can prepare.
"Everyone can give a gift then, and we'll get our money back, right?"
Yuwen Huaji was so angry that his mouth almost twisted out of shape when he heard his son's words.
Is the funeral arrangement finalized?
Is this human talk?
They are engaged, so they can host a banquet for guests.
What kind of banquet is this for your funeral arrangements?
"You...you unfilial son!" Yuwen Huaji pointed at his son, his finger trembling. "All you ever think about are these crooked and evil schemes!"
Yuwen Chenglong pursed his lips and ran towards Fang Xuanling, afraid that his father would catch up and beat him.
Yuwen Huaji stood there, watching his son's retreating figure, his anger rising.
But as he got angry, he suddenly calmed down.
What this kid said... doesn't seem to make no mistake?
My father is indeed getting old, and his health is deteriorating day by day.
He really needs to prepare for this.
"Make a note of that too!"
Pei Yuanqing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, squeezed in front of Fang Xuanling, and slapped the register loudly.
Fang Xuanling looked up at the boy and asked, "Where's the gift?"
Pei Yuanqing patted his chest, speaking with absolute certainty: "It's all in my heart!"
As I said before, he can beat anyone except Lü Xiao and Yang Guang.
This is his greatest sincerity!
Fang Xuanling paused for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote in the booklet: "Pei Yuanqing, congratulatory gift, a token of my appreciation."
At the banquet, Lü Xiao appeared before everyone once again.
He was dressed in a wedding robe, which made him look heroic and radiant.
But his expression was exactly the same as last time—polite yet somewhat perfunctory, his smile revealing a hint of impatience.
He really disliked these kinds of occasions.
The courtyard was full of people, filled with polite conversation and fake smiles.
After exchanging a few perfunctory words, he excused himself to change his clothes and quietly slipped away.
The rest can be left to others to handle.
Lü Xiao strode through the corridor and pushed open the door to the bridal chamber.
The room was brightly lit with red candles, and a large red "double happiness" character was pasted on the window, filling the room with warmth.
Yang Yu'er sat upright on the edge of the bed, her head covered with a red veil, her hands placed neatly on her knees.
Lu Xiao walked over, picked up the scale bar next to him, and gently lifted the veil.
Under the veil, Yang Yu'er's face was flushed by the candlelight.
She raised her head, looked at the man in the wedding robe in front of her, and slowly smiled.
"Sister Yu'er," Lü Xiao plopped down next to her, tugging at his robe, "I'm back."
After working hard all day, I can finally take a break.
Looking at his casual demeanor, Yang Yu'er couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you need to deal with the guests anymore?"
"It shouldn't be necessary," Lu Xiao waved his hand. "I just went through the motions last time."
Going through the motions is secondary; getting straight to the point is what matters.
I couldn't beat this female hooligan last time, but this time I'm determined to settle things once and for all!
Looking at the burning fighting spirit in his eyes, Yang Yu'er's smile deepened.
"Then, shall I check the goods first, sister?"
She said softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Come on!" Lü Xiao slapped the edge of the bed, exuding heroic spirit. "Who's afraid of who!"
Yang Yu'er chuckled softly, reached out, and gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
The red candles flickered, filling the room with warmth.
Lü Xiao reached out and extinguished the candle.
From the darkness came Yang Yu'er's soft laughter:
"Little brother, don't be afraid, I'll teach you."