My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1091: Climbing Into the Bridal Sedan Chair

"May I come in?" Wang Clan stood at the doorway, asking nervously.

"Yes, are you looking for me for something?"

Hu’s Clan asked anxiously.

The moment she saw Wang Clan, the smile on her face immediately vanished; it was a habit formed over many years, and although they had been separated for a long time, she hadn’t shaken it off.

In the past, Wang Clan had despised her for not bearing a son and for not being charming enough; she had not spared her from scolding, and sometimes even had Tan Zhengyuan beat her.

That period had truly been worse than death; even now, she felt a lingering sense of dread when she thought back to it.

Seeing Hu’s Clan’s nervous look, Wang Clan quickly said, "I mean no harm, I’ve bought a pair of bracelets for you to take."

"I can’t accept them," Hu’s Clan declined on the spot.

She had no more connections with the Tan Family and absolutely could not take someone else’s things for free.

Wang Clan said earnestly, "I was the one who wronged you in the past, I caused you so much suffering, I was wrong; I hope you can forgive me."

This way, she could ease her own sense of guilt.

During the epidemic, she was lucky to have survived; since then, she started to believe in Buddhism.

The abbot of the temple told her life was all about cause and effect; she fell ill and was driven out of her home as retribution. If she wanted to live peacefully and happily in the future, she had to settle past debts first.

Beyond that, she could no longer commit evil acts.

Hu’s Clan stepped back a few steps, unsure of how to react at the moment.

"Sister Lan, just accept it," Qiao Duo’er urged.

The Wang Clan of today was drastically different from before; it was possible to try and let go of past grudges and accept her.

Wang Clan nodded, "I don’t insist on your forgiveness; this is just part of your dowry, and I hope you will be happy in your new home."

Thinking of Tan Zhengyuan who was still languishing in prison, Wang Clan always felt a sourness in her heart.

If she hadn’t been so foolish in the past, if the eldest son could have been a bit more dependable, it never would have come to this.

In the future, she would do more good deeds to pray for blessings for herself and her descendants.

"Thank you," Hu’s Clan reached out and accepted them.

Still, she thought about finding time to return them later.

Whether to forgive or not wasn’t important because the days of suffering had become part of the past.

Not wanting to make anyone feel uncomfortable, Wang Clan quickly left after handing over the bracelets.

"My goodness, am I seeing things?" Yang Ruoruo exclaimed in disbelief.

"It’s normal; the more one lives, the more one understands,"

the eldest daughter said with a smile, noting how her grandmother, despite her age, understood everything so clearly.

When the auspicious hour arrived, Huang Zhong reached Hu’s Clan’s courtyard amidst the joyous sounds of gongs, drums, and suona.

"Quickly, block the door!"

The eldest daughter called out.

She had been part of the wedding procession when Qiao Duo and Chao Lian married; she was already skilled at this.

Huang Zhong, timid and honest, faced little over-the-top demands from Qiao Duo’er and the others; after receiving several red packets for the door games, they opened the door for him.

At this moment, Granny Su and Yang Ruo Ruo helped Hu’s Clan out together.

Qiao Duo’er said with a stern face, "Brother Zhong, Sister Lan is now in your care. If you dare mistreat her, we won’t let you off!"

"Don’t worry, now that I have married Lan’er, there’s no reason for me to mistreat her," Huang Zhong said earnestly.

Moreover, she was wonderful, and he felt she was worth treating well.

"Then don’t just stand there, hurry up and carry Sister Lan onto the bridal sedan!" Qiao Duo’er said with satisfaction.

Huang Zhong laughed heartily and nodded, then without any hesitation, he lifted his bride into his arms.

The Xi Niang on the side thought this was not quite proper, but in the end, she wisely kept quiet; a wedding was about joy, and it was good as long as everyone was happy.

Hu’s Clan asked weakly, "Am I very heavy?"