Zhang Hualian couldn't help but stare in amazement, and after a long while, she finally came to and said, "Oh right, I came in to get something for you." "This is…" Tang Yue looked at a notebook and a stack of money. "This is a token of everyone's affection, brought over by Director Ding." Zhang Hualian said with a sigh, "Even though they couldn't come to Jing City for your wedding, they all sent gift money, and each of them gave quite a lot." Taking the notebook, Tang Yue saw one familiar name after another. Qi Song and Deng Lanhua sent one hundred yuan, which was a significant gift. Nowadays, people usually give ten, five, or at most twenty or thirty, but one hundred yuan was practically a month's salary. Although they all earned a fair amount of money these days, being able to give one hundred yuan was indeed a generous gift. "I just felt it wasn't quite appropriate, so I didn't ask Sister Deng and the others to come," Tang Yue said with a smile. Not only did they give money, but so did Uncle Gen, Deng Xihua, many people from the factory, and even the Song Family. The Song Family actually gave one thousand yuan. "Boss Song gave it, Director Ding said that Boss Song personally handed it to him and insisted that you must accept it," Zhang Hualian explained. Tang Yue nodded and said, "No worries, I'll remember all these and reciprocate the gifts later." "Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang's booming voice rang out, and after standing in the living room for a bit, he went to find Tang Yue in the room. Normally, men wouldn't come to find Tang Yue, but Lian Qingyang was Tang Yue's brother, and the Tang Family knew this, so no one stopped him. Zhang Hualian said what she needed to say and then left. This kid Lian Qingyang really treats Xiao Yue so well. "My sister Xiao Yue is so beautiful." It's a shame Dad couldn't see this, and auntie couldn't either. Lian Qingyang was somewhat saddened in his heart, and he handed over a big red cloth bag, saying, "This is from Brother Jin for you, no reason not to accept it, and this is from me." Inside the big red cloth bag, there was ten thousand yuan and a passbook. "Qingyang, I'm not familiar with him, this gift…" Tang Yue was about to refuse, but before she could finish, Lian Qingyang said, "Sister Xiao Yue, this amount of money is nothing for Brother Jin, it's just a drop in the bucket. If you don't accept it, it's like you don't value his friendship." "Then what about this…" Tang Yue looked at the passbook, also somewhat puzzled, why did everyone like to give her passbooks? She could understand when her parents gave her one. When Mr. Meng gave her one, she thought he was trying to mend their grandfather-granddaughter relationship. Lian Qingyang, her brother, was giving her a passbook. "Sister Xiao Yue, there's not much money in it, I opened this passbook under your name, there's no password. You can take it out and use it whenever you want; think of it as your own private stash from now on," Lian Qingyang said earnestly, not looking like Tang Yue's brother but more like an elder to her. "After you get married, if Meng Siyu dares to treat you poorly, I will teach him a lesson…" He said this with less than full confidence. Lian Qingyang continued, "Even if I may not be able to beat him, I can still hire someone. So, Sister Xiao Yue, you must never suffer in silence. With money by your side, you can buy whatever you want when you want to." Lian Qingyang's words were somewhat childish, but they showed his deepest care for Tang Yue. Tang Yue's heart felt warm and tender. Opening the passbook, she saw a series of nines, just like the one Mr. Meng had given her. This was already a lot of money. If saved a bit, one could live comfortably for a lifetime. Follow current novels on novel⁂fire.net Is this not a lot of money? Tang Yue felt her heart was practically scared silly by them. "Sister Xiao Yue, I wish for you and your husband to be together for a long, long time," Lian Qingyang said solemnly. Previously, Tang Yue had made it very clear that the house she had earned belonged entirely to her, and Lian Qingyang didn't say a word. But Sister Xiao Yue stubbornly left him with a third. He thought it would be good to take the opportunity of her wedding to give her some money. After all, it's normal for a girl to have some dowry as a security. However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt Sister Xiao Yue's wedding seemed rather humble. To think that she was already so happy with just a million yuan. Sister Xiao Yue is actually the daughter of the Lian Family, and when has the Lian Family ever held such a humble wedding? Even when Lian Qingxuan got married, it was said that a ten-mile bridal procession wasn't too much, and it caused quite a stir in Sea City at the time. Ah, Grandpa also doesn't know, if he found out that his granddaughter was married off , would he be angry? It's all Dad's fault for being useless, for not having acknowledged Sister Xiao Yue back into the family after all this time. Lian Qingyang grumbled to himself while outside, the meal was already finished, and Meng Siyu had entered the room to tell Tang Yue that it was time to leave for the restaurant. "Xiao Yue, it's getting late, we should head to the restaurant," Meng Siyu said as soon as he walked into the room. He saw her sitting in front of the dressing table, dressed in a qipao, which seemed to be a modernized design. The bright red qipao made her face look delicate, and with her naturally tranquil demeanor, she now had an added sense of splendor. Her bright eyes shone brilliantly, and as she glanced around, the happy smile on her face was etched into the bottom of his heart. She stood up, deliberately lifting her skirt and twirling in a circle, asking with a coquettish laugh, "Does it look nice?" The sound of her bell-like laughter rang out and the scene left Meng Siyu spellbound for a long time. This was his little wife, the little wife he had waited years for, and now, she finally belonged to him. Meng Siyu took large strides forward, embraced her in his arms, and wanted to hide away this beautiful her, to keep her all to himself. "Xiao Yue, you guys are ready..." Wei Jiajia came in holding Tang You'an, looking for them, only to see the two hugging each other. She quickly turned around and said, "Xiao Yue, your second brother and sister-in-law said we're all set." "Got it," Tang Yue said as she pushed Meng Siyu away and gave him a glare, "It's all your fault." "You're my wife, what's wrong with me hugging you?" Meng Siyu said shamelessly, his deep eyes fixed on her, not willing to look away. The previously noisy hall had quieted down by now, with Tang Zhengde and his wife's arrangement, everyone had already boarded the nine jeeps. With the wedding procession journeying along, Tang Yue and the others had already thrown a lot of wedding candies, especially after leaving the alley, scattering plenty of candies and watching the kids joyfully picking them up, as if their happiness was infectious to Tang Yue's heart. The group was welcomed to Emperor Hotel and arranged in the Ronghua Hall. The Ronghua Hall was very spacious, it could easily accommodate sixteen tables, even twenty-six. When Meng Siyu entered arm-in-arm with Tang Yue, it stunned everyone for a moment. Even those who knew Tang Yue were taken aback, as at this moment, she looked radiant and mesmerizing, every smile and gesture exuding charm.