God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Early this morning, Zhou Jingyan received a call from home saying that he would take her home. Although she always has a calm personality, she can't help but feel a little happy. This is the first time since she went to Qingcheng Mountain Suyun Cuisine at the age of 7 that she received a call not during the Chinese New Year that someone from her family would take her home.

She hummed a song, the tune was light and nostalgic, it was a familiar nursery rhyme. Her master Daoming looked at the cheerful back of his little apprentice and sighed softly. The little Taoist boy next to him and the youngest junior sister Qing Ling asked puzzledly. : The little senior sister is so happy, why does the master sigh?

The young master with a young face but deep eyes shook his head and said: This is all fate, your senior sister has a hard life.

After walking for an hour from the mountain, Jing Yan got into the car that came to pick her up from home. The journey was like lightning, from a thousand-year-old temple to the world of mortals.

The Zhou family she returned to was in a single-family villa far away from the city. Her father thought it was far from the company, so he usually only came back for two or three days a week. In recent years, he came back less and less. After the two sisters got married, they moved out of the villa. Only Zhou's mother, Jing Rulan, lived here all year round.

However, the car did not drive onto a familiar road, but drove straight along the river. Zhou Jingyan asked the driver with some anxiety, and the answer he received was that her parents were waiting for her at the destination.

The car drove into a magnificent mansion, which was composed of seven or eight independent three-story villas. It took a full ten minutes to drive from the gate to the residence. People with normal common sense would be stunned. This is so much. Only those with money can own such a large mansion in the wealthy area in the south of the city, with dozens of security guards and servants.

It's a pity that Zhou Jingyan is just a country bumpkin who has been in the mountains for more than 20 years.

The driver didn't say much as always, he just took out the salute for her, nodded and left. Polite but stiff. Zhou Jingyan smiled bitterly in his heart, she might be the horror story in this family, the kind every old man would tell newcomers in a mysterious and cryptic way: Look, you have to stay away from that woman, otherwise she will defeat her parents again. I'm going to beat you.

Zhou Jingyan took a breath and was about to open the door and walk in. The door opened from the inside. The room was brightly lit and there were more than a dozen people sitting there. Among them were Zhou Jingyan’s parents, Zhou Huaishan and Jing Rulan. There are also the eldest sister Zhou Jingxing and the second sister Zhou Jing'an, and standing next to the eldest sister is the eldest brother-in-law who has only seen photos.

Both parents dress up in Chinese style. Although Jing Rulan is already in her early 50s, she has always taken good care of herself. She looks very elegant in a dark red cheongsam, but she looks a little haggard. She reluctantly smiled at her little daughter, whom she only saw once a year.

"Come on, Jing Yan, go change clothes first."

Hey, why is my mother wearing a red flower on her chest? Hey, so is my father.

"The auspicious time has come." A man in his fifties leaned over the middle of the sofa and said in the ear of an unsmiling old man.

The old man has deep eyebrows, a high nose, and a fierce face when he is not smiling.

If Zhou Jingyan were a person with a little bit of social common sense, he would have discovered that this fierce-looking old man was Shen Xinhong, the richest man in C City, who was well-known in C City and even in the country.

Shen Xinhong nodded and stood up with a cane. He was now in his seventies, but except for the fact that his legs and feet were often susceptible to gout, he was generally in good health and in good spirits. He did not look like a person in his seventies.

Zhou Jingyan had already changed her clothes and walked down the stairs. She frowned and looked at her bright red cheongsam. Even though she didn't know the world, she knew it was for wedding.

My mother didn't want to say anything more, she just said softly: "When someone says something later, just follow it. Don't be afraid, don't make trouble."

As soon as she walked down the stairs, someone quickly covered her with a veil, and then she was pushed into a room.

Pay homage to heaven and earth

Second worship at the high hall

Husband and wife greeting each other

Completed

Someone behind her seemed to be supporting her, but in fact he was pressing her shoulders, and he completed the entire ceremony forcefully. Zhou Jingyan's head was covered with a hijab, and she could only see her toes. She wanted to ask her relatives present what happened, but she kept being pushed to one place by an irresistible force.

In a hurry, I could only hear my mother saying: "Stop talking, this marriage is your best destination."

There was also the gloating voice of the second sister Zhou Jing'an: "You will become the richest man in C City when you marry. I don't know how many women are trying to get married. Of course it is a good destination."

"Shut up." This was the eldest sister, her tone as cold and taciturn as ever.