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The noise in the courtyard finally subsided completely as the last few aunties who helped tidy up left.

Lu Qingshan closed the courtyard gate and locked it.

That soft "click" sound seemed to shut out the entire outside world.

Inside the room, only the flickering red candle remained.

The newly made wooden furniture was decorated with bright red double happiness paper-cuts, and even the air was filled with a festive sweet smell.

Lin Xiulan was still sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her brand-new red cotton-padded jacket.

On the kang table in front of her, the red booklet sat quietly.

Everything that happened in the yard during the day played over and over in her mind like a movie.

The villagers' faces were filled with shock.

Lin Xiumei's lips were as white as paper.

And then there was the steady, powerful heartbeat of Lu Qingshan when he put his arm around her shoulder.

It all felt like an unreal dream.

Lu Qingshan walked up behind her, said nothing, and gently wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His chin rested on the top of her soft hair, and he could smell a faint scent of soap.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Xiulan's body trembled slightly, then relaxed, and she leaned into his warm embrace.

"I……"

She opened her mouth, but didn't know where to begin.

"I just feel like I'm dreaming."

Lu Qingshan chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitted through his thin cotton-padded coat.

He reached out and picked up the red notebook on the table.

Then, he pulled Lin Xiulan's hand away and solemnly placed it in her palm.

"This is not a dream."

"From now on, the family's money, the courtyard in the provincial capital, and our business..."

Lu Qingshan paused, then pressed his lips to her ear, lowering his voice even further.

"It's all your responsibility."

"You are the head manager of our family."

The words "head manager" were like a warm current, instantly dispelling the last bit of unease and fear in Lin Xiulan's heart.

She gripped the property certificate tightly in her hand; the hard edges of the cover pressed against her palm, yet a sense of solidity washed over her.

She was no longer the eldest sister of the Lin family who lived under someone else's roof and had to be mindful of others' feelings.

She is now the mistress of the Lu family.

She is the wife of the man who is holding her.

The sweetness and peace in my heart seemed to be overflowing.

Lin Xiulan leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, and remained motionless for a long time.

The flame of the red candle flickered slightly, bursting into a tiny flame with a soft "pop," which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Lin Xiulan suddenly turned around and, under Lu Qingshan's slightly surprised gaze, raised her head.

She tiptoed and climbed onto his broad shoulders with trembling hands.

Soft lips, warm with a hint of shyness, gently pressed against Lu Qingshan's lips.

This was the boldest thing she had ever done in her life.

Lu Qingshan's breathing paused for a moment.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms, her face flushed, yet stubbornly refusing to close her eyes. A thin layer of moisture veiled her clear eyes, reflecting the flickering candlelight, and filling them with nothing but his gaze.

The next second, he took the initiative.

Lu Qingshan cupped the back of her head with his large hand, deepening the kiss. His lips were a little dry, yet incredibly hot, carrying his unique masculine scent, a blend of soapberry and mature manhood, which overwhelmed her.

The temperature inside the room seemed to be rising little by little.

Lu Qingshan's rough, long fingers traced down her neckline, the tips calloused from years of farm work, brushing against the delicate skin of her neck and sending a slight shiver down her spine. Her brand-new red cotton-padded jacket was removed piece by piece and neatly folded aside, revealing a matching red undergarment underneath.

Her red dress accentuated her snow-white skin, which shimmered with a warm, jade-like luster in the dim candlelight.

Lin Xiulan was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands, her fingers digging deep into the newly laid-out bedding beneath her. The bedding was also made of new cotton, exceptionally soft, and embroidered with large peonies, exuding wealth and joy. Now, her grip had created wrinkles in it.

Lu Qingshan leaned down, his heavy breath hitting her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Xiulan..." His voice was hoarse and strained, filled with barely suppressed emotion.

"Um……"

She closed her eyes and squeezed out a soft syllable from her throat, the last syllable trembling like a feather, tickling the man's heart.

The wind outside had stopped sometime ago, and the night was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

The red "囍" paper-cut pasted on the window frame, illuminated by candlelight, elongated and overlapped the shadows of the two people, casting a hazy and ambiguous silhouette.

Lu Qingshan swept his long arm around her and lifted her up in his arms. Lin Xiulan felt her body lighten as she sank into the brand-new bed, which smelled of sunshine and fresh bedding.

He casually tore down the red curtains, which slowly slid down, blocking out the spring light in the room.

Inside the bright red wedding tent, the temperature had risen to its maximum.

Roughness and delicacy, strength and softness, are completely integrated at this moment.

In the darkness, only a few suppressed, cat-like sobs could be heard, along with the man's deep, hoarse soothing voices, as if he were coaxing the most precious treasure in the world.

The night is still long.

The dragon and phoenix candles on the table dripped tears, congealing into a pool of red wax on the wooden table. The flames gradually dimmed, but never went out.

I don't know how much time passed.

The noise inside the room finally subsided, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined inside the curtains.

Lin Xiulan was so tired that she didn't want to move a single finger. She was covered in sweat and sank into the soft bedding.

The man beside her turned over and pulled her closer to his arms. Her body was covered by Lu Qingshan's thick, burning arm, his chest pressed against her back, continuously transmitting a reassuring warmth.

It's reassuring and reassuring.

She slept exceptionally well that night, and even her dreams were sweet.

the next day.

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, the rooster in the yard crowed loudly.

Lu Changgui and Wang Guifen got up early to prepare breakfast for their new daughter-in-law.

But no matter how long they waited, there was still no movement from the new house.

Wang Guifen was a little puzzled. She walked to the door of the new house, wanted to knock, but then withdrew her hand.

She listened intently; it was quiet inside.

"Why aren't these two kids up yet?"

Lu Changgui poked the stove, grinned, and stammered.

"I guess... I guess he's just exhausted."

"Yesterday was a hassle... a whole day of hassle."

Upon hearing this, Wang Guifen blushed and then smiled.

"Too."

She didn't urge him any further and turned back to the kitchen.

"Then I'll keep the food warm for them in the pot."