Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Chu Xiaoran was originally distracted thinking about other things, but he heard Nan Jinming talking about the things in the wooden box, and looked over in the direction of her words.

Nan Jinming bent down and picked up the red cloth on his face. He weighed it in his hand. It was a very light cloth and felt very good to the touch.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be made of silk."

Chu Xiaoran was originally still wondering why his mother was so cold to him. Now the truth is revealed. When Nanny Lin was dying, he accidentally revealed the truth, and he heard it with his own ears.

"This kind of clothes is usually used as wedding clothes. If I'm not mistaken, this should be prepared by your father for you."

Nan Jinming handed the cloth in his hand to Chu Xiaoran's arms. Chu Xiaoran slowly stretched out his hand and touched the cloth in his arms. The soft touch came from the cloth, and Chu Xiaoran's heart felt a little warmer. It turned out that his father had always been thinking about him, so this should have been prepared before he was born.

I originally thought that I had never enjoyed fatherly love. It turns out that everything was implied, but I just didn't realize it.

Chu Xiaoran looked down at the cloth. The embroidery on it was carefully embroidered stitch by stitch. It must have taken a lot of time.

Chu Xiaoran stood up and spread out the cloth, on which was embroidered auspicious dragon and phoenix. So that's it.

"I didn't expect your father's embroidery was so good."

Nan Jinming leaned against the table, looking at the embroidery on the cloth. There were lifelike dragons and phoenixes surrounding it. There were also some prints on the red cloth, which were peonies, symbolizing prosperity and wealth.

Is this really what my father left behind?

Chu Xiaoran thought about it in his mind, and immediately reacted. He put the cloth on the table and came to the wooden box. At first glance, there were many neatly arranged clothes inside, from children to adults. Perhaps his father also understood.

Chu Xiaoran felt a little sour at the tip of his nose and his eyes were red. He reached out his hand and picked up the topmost set of clothes. This was a large flowered jacket that he wore when he was a baby. He was born on a winter day when it was snowing heavily, and the sound of the rustling parasol leaves brought the coldness.

This name was also given by my father. I originally thought that I would really be like the leaves of a paulownia tree, falling with the rustling sound.

Nan Jinming looked at the things in the wooden box and frowned slightly. No wonder that group of people looked down on this wooden box. The things in it were not valuable now, but this love was valuable. It was just that this love did not belong to them.

"These are all left by my father..."

Chu Xiaoran pressed the clothes against his cheek and sniffed the scent on them. They had all been washed, but because they had been stored for a long time, they had some smell of sawdust on them.

"It doesn't matter. Now that you have me, I will never let you shed a single tear again."

Nan Jinming walked up and took Chu Xiaoran into her arms. She had been thinking about something just now. In her previous life, she was ambushed on the battlefield, and then the emperor and his ministers became estranged. Then, the people and things she met later made her lose interest in this world.

Seeing these few things left by Chu Xiaoran's father, all of them show his love for Chu Xiaoran. However, life and death are unpredictable, and people are born to die. Perhaps he had great expectations for Xiaoran's background, otherwise he would not have prepared so many things for him.

Chu Xiaoran leaned quietly in Nan Jinming's arms, holding the new clothes tightly in his arms. It turned out that he was not without clothes to wear. It turned out that he also had so many clothes, new clothes for every age from childhood to adulthood. But he couldn't wear them now, he really couldn't wear them.

Did I really miss it? Or did fate bring me to this moment, so that I can only discover these things now?

Chu Xiaoran was as quiet as a rag doll. He said nothing, and his fair face was stained with a trace of sorrow. Nan Jinming hugged his shoulders, gently stroked his back, and soothed him.

There was no need to say anything at this moment, she knew what he was thinking.

Chu Xiaoran moved the wooden box left by his father to the room that Nan Jinming left for him to store his dowry. As the saying goes, the dowry was naturally purchased by Nan Jinming.

Now, he has lost his father and mother, so if you want to say that this wooden box he brought back can actually be considered as his own dowry.

Chu Xiaoran also asked why a separate room was prepared for him to store his dowry.

Nan Jinming said that this would be his own thing from now on, it belonged to him, and it was also the capital that would allow him to come and go freely in the future.

"I will not restrict you in the future. You can go wherever you want to play. Just remember that the door of this house is always open to you. I have a wife at home who is waiting for you to come back."

Nan Jinming blinked his eyes, which seemed like he was joking, but also like he was saying something seriously?

Although I know I only have five years left, I still don't want to leave him alone, so I'll just stay by his side for the next five years. Maybe fate has never changed, and death is actually nothing to be afraid of.

Early the next morning, Nan Jinming was busy preparing for his wedding with Chu Xiaoran. He first hung red silk all over the school uniform, and then tidied it up inside and out. He also pasted wedding characters on every window.

There are only six people in the mansion, including the master. Nan Jinming feels sorry for Chu Xiaoran and doesn't want him to do heavy work.

Over the past decade or so, he has suffered so much despite being a son of a wealthy family. I feel sorry for him and cannot let him suffer any more.

"From now on, you will be the master of this house. Your surname will be Xiao, and you will never have any trace of the word Chu again."

Chu Xiaoran looked at her with a smile on his face and said something angrily, knowing that she was standing up for him again.

"I was just a pseudonym originally, who knew you would take it seriously?"

"Forget it, forget it. I don't think you will listen to me. I will just keep this name for now. I can change it to another name when I have time. What do you think?"

Chu Xiaoran smiled and nodded in response to her words.

"Of course, everything is up to you."

Nan Jinming was too happy, watching everyone around him busy with preparations, moving tables, spreading tablecloths, pasting window decorations, and most importantly, decorating the bridal chamber.

Nan Jinming specially ordered a step-out bed made of golden nanmu wood, and went to Liujia Cloth Shop to select the best material for the quilt cover. He made several quilts overnight, and the lining was all silk.

"We don't have any relatives in Yuecheng, so I didn't write invitations, but I also prepared a few blank ones and put them on the table. If you have someone you want to invite, just write it down and I'll send someone to deliver it."

Chu Xiaoran nodded in agreement.