Song Hanmei was unwilling. “It’s not even your wedding. Why are you so anxious?”
Li Yuwei smiled playfully. “I just want Sister to hurry up and marry into the Qin family and enjoy a good life.”
In her mind, Qin Yanci was probably already eager to torment Ying Sisi. That was why he insisted on getting the marriage certificate first—after all, once they were married, domestic violence would be considered a family matter, and no one could interfere.
Ying Sisi said leisurely, “If that’s the case, why don’t you go enjoy it yourself?”
Song Hanmei immediately got angry again. If her precious daughter hadn’t looked down on Qin Yanci, would this marriage ever have fallen to you?
Some people really knew how to take advantage and still act innocent.
“Mom, say less,” Li Yuwei quickly stopped her.
Ying Sisi was young, but she wasn’t stupid.
If her mother said too much and aroused suspicion, it might affect the timing of the marriage certificate and cause unnecessary trouble.
Ying Sisi didn’t bother to watch the mother and daughter’s performance anymore. She turned and went back to her room, locking the door behind her, and took out the stamps, flipping through them one by one.
She discovered that several stamps had printing errors.
Her heart suddenly pounded.
Were they fake?
No, that shouldn’t be possible.
Qin Yanci had said before that the stamp she casually gave him was worth seven or eight yuan.
That led her to boldly speculate—these misprinted ones might be the legendary rare “error stamps.”
Even more valuable.
She was going to be rich!
Knock, knock, knock.
Ying Sisi immediately tightened her grip on the stamp album and held it close to her chest.
“Sister, the certificate has been issued.”
Suppressing her excitement, she calmly put away the album and went to open the door.
Li Yuwei handed her the certificate. “What time tomorrow are you getting the marriage certificate? Are you scared all of a sudden? I’ll go with you—I can give you courage.”
(Of course, she also wanted to see how Qin Yanci would deal with Ying Sisi.)
“Yanci didn’t specify a time. We’ll meet early tomorrow morning.” Ying Sisi looked at her curiously. “I’m the one getting married, but why do you seem especially happy?”
Did Li Yuwei think that once they got the certificate, Qin Yanci would immediately change his attitude?
She didn’t know where Li Yuwei got her impression of Qin Yanci, but she was certain of one thing—he was definitely not the jealous, vindictive, twisted person the neighbors described.
“I’m your sister, of course I’m happy for you. Your fiancé has such good conditions,” Li Yuwei replied smoothly.
“Thanks,” Ying Sisi responded casually, then used resting as an excuse to send her away.
She slept for a while at home to regain her energy, then went to the black market again.
It was even livelier than the day before.
There were more stalls selling couplets and window paper-cuts.
A simple paper-cut cost one cent.
She felt her own work was better than those on the stalls. If she sold hers for one and a half cents, would anyone buy them?
She decided to try immediately.
She ran home, found red paper, closed the door, and started cutting.
“Double happiness” patterns, magpies on plum blossoms, carp leaping over the dragon gate, “Five Sons Passing the Imperial Exam”…
After her handiwork, they looked vivid and lively.
She only stopped when she ran out of red paper.
Holding a thick stack of paper-cuts, she happily muttered to herself:
“After I get the certificate tomorrow, I’ll take these to the market to sell.”
“I can earn fifty cents!”
At that moment, there was a knock at the door.
“Sisi, what are you doing hiding in the room? Don’t forget about getting the certificate with Yanci tomorrow.”
It was Li Junlu.
“Nothing. I know,” Ying Sisi replied.
Li Junlu added, “After you get the certificate, remember to ask Yanci about his job. Don’t ask directly—be subtle about it.”
Ying Sisi pretended not to understand. “I’ve always been straightforward. I don’t know how to be subtle.”
“You girl… so stubborn. Just ask him what his plans are for the future.”
Ying Sisi sneered inwardly. “Whether he has plans or not, I’m still going to marry him anyway.”
Even if Qin Yanci really was mentally ill.
Li Junlu choked for a moment, then insisted, “Just ask him.”
“Got it.” Annoying.