Lu Chenyuan’s pupils suddenly contracted.
She… what was she saying…
Seeing that he didn’t react, Su Wanxing felt a little nervous. Summoning her courage, she asked again: “When are you coming to marry me?”
This time, Lu Chenyuan heard her clearly, and even the lines of his brow softened.
He almost immediately replied: “Three days! Three days from now, I’ll bring the betrothal gifts!”
Su Wanxing nodded happily: “Good, I’ll wait for you.”
The next three days, Su Wanxing didn’t idle either.
She drank the spiritual spring water from the space, her skin so tender it seemed to drip with moisture, and her energy was boundless.
On the black soil, she planted some cabbage and radishes—they grew incredibly fast, ten times the normal speed!
She explored the container warehouse, discovering it was an endless storage treasure!
With such treasures, no wonder Zhou Meijuan had become the richest person!
But this life, the space was in her hands.
Before marrying, she planned to send Zhou Meijuan’s family a “big gift”!
On the agreed day, a row of military trucks stopped in front of the Su family’s small villa.
Lu Chenyuan wore a brand-new uniform, broad-shouldered, long-legged, tall and handsome.
He saluted Su Hongyi: “Uncle Su, as promised, I’ve brought the betrothal gifts to take Miss Su in marriage.”
The soldiers gradually carried the gifts inside.
Even Su Hongyi, experienced in business dealings, nearly popped his eyes out.
Stacks of brand-new fabrics tied with red silk, thick piles totaling over ten thousand yuan at least!
Military canned meat piled into small mountains!
Special milk powder, refined sugar, compressed biscuits—all unavailable on the market!
Dark green, thick officer’s wool! High-quality khaki!
The most eye-catching was a palm-sized tank model, shining with cold metallic light, identical to a real one. If rules didn’t forbid it, Lu Chenyuan might have put an actual tank into the dowry.
This wasn’t just betrothal gifts—it was a hardcore display of strength!
“Heavens, my lord…”
Su Hongyi’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
Zhou Meijuan held Su Xueqing’s hand, grinning from ear to ear: “Look, see how attentive the Lu family is to you.”
Su Xueqing’s chin was practically in the air, deliberately smiling at Su Wanxing.
“Don’t worry, sister. When He Guoping comes to propose, he’ll bring nice things too. Oh, I almost forgot, He Guoping likes gambling—he probably won’t bring a stack of IOUs, haha…”
She looked so confident, as if she controlled everything.
Three days ago, Lu Chenyuan had refused her.
But in the meantime, she wrote letters filled with admiration and even slipped in her “cooling” photos.
Not only did Lu Chenyuan reply, he arranged to meet her at a small inn!
Indeed, last night, they had been together.
Lu Chenyuan even promised her he loved only her.
Su Wanxing, what could anyone else compete with that?
“Ah, Comrade Lu, please take the main seat! Qingqing, aren’t you coming?”
Su Hongyi gestured.
Su Xueqing sashayed forward, her voice syrupy: “Brother Lu~ sit down and rest, I’ll pour you some tea…”
Lu Chenyuan didn’t even look at her. His gaze passed over everyone, locking precisely on Su Wanxing.
He strode forward decisively.
Zhou Meijuan and Su Xueqing’s smiles froze.
Su Hongyi sensed something was off: “Comrade Lu… the main seat is over here…”
Lu Chenyuan stopped in front of Su Wanxing.
Looking at her, his eyes held unprecedented solemnity and gentleness, his voice calm and strong:
“Su Wanxing, I’ve come to marry you.”
Boom—
The entire Su household fell silent!
“Impossible!”
Su Xueqing nearly jumped, her expression twisted with shock.
“How can you marry her?”
“Yes, Comrade Lu! You must be mistaken! In our Su family, it’s Qingqing who should marry,” Zhou Meijuan panicked.
Su Xueqing pointed at Su Wanxing, her hand trembling: “Brother Lu! Look carefully! She’s a fool! Useless! What does she have besides her face? She’s not worthy of you! I am—”
“Silence! Do you know humiliating a soldier’s family has serious consequences?” Lu Chenyuan gave a cold glare, exuding killing intent.
“Lu Chenyuan, you heartless man!”
Su Xueqing went all out: “You slept with me at the inn last night and today you deny it?”
The room erupted!
Su Hongyi’s vision darkened; he steadied himself on the table.
Zhou Meijuan was furious: “Lu! How dare you deny it? Our Qingqing’s purity—”
“Nonsense!”
A soldier couldn’t take it anymore, standing tall and shouting: “Our boss spent all night making this tank model for his wife! He didn’t have time to sneak off to an inn!”
He carefully presented the tank model from the betrothal gifts.
Su Wanxing took it, seeing the delicate welds, warmth filling her heart. She smiled sweetly at Lu Chenyuan.
Her man—she trusted him.
“You… you’re in on this!”
Su Xueqing trembled, pulling a letter from her pocket: “Look! This is Lu Chenyuan’s love letter to me! In black and white, he says he loves me! Wants to marry me!”
Su Wanxing snatched it and unfolded it.
Lu Chenyuan’s muscles tensed, eyes nervously fixed on her.
Su Wanxing glanced at it and chuckled: “Su Xueqing, are you blind or foolish? Could this sloppy writing really be Lu Chenyuan’s?”
In her past life abroad, Lu Chenyuan had written her many letters.
His handwriting was vigorous, strong—she admired it.
“Yes! Our boss’s writing isn’t this ugly!”
“Miss Su, you slept with the wrong person, didn’t you?”
The soldiers agreed, their disdainful gazes piercing Su Xueqing.
Su Xueqing’s face flushed dark: “Impossible… last night clearly—”
“Sir! Madam! Someone at the door… says they’ve come to marry the Second Miss!”
The butler entered, a bewildered expression on his face.
Behind him was a slick young man in a floral shirt and pleated trousers, holding a bouquet of red roses, grinning.
“Greetings, father-in-law, mother-in-law! I am Miss Xueqing’s fiancé!”
He briefly introduced himself, then knelt on one knee before Su Xueqing: “Miss Xueqing, marry me!”
Su Xueqing’s mind went blank—she recognized him.
He was the small photo studio owner.
Seeing her unresponsive, he continued: “Miss Xueqing, didn’t we agree last night at the inn that I’d come to marry you today?”
Last night!
Su Xueqing felt like she had been struck by lightning.
Last night, in the dark…
That hasty “Lu Chenyuan”…
Was this damned idiot in front of her?
Then… did he write the letter too?
Her vision went black, nearly fainting.
“Ah—I’ll kill you—”
Su Xueqing went completely mad, grabbing a large vase to smash!
The young man ran around shouting, “You’re crazy! Asking me to take photos, wasn’t that a hint for me to chase you?”
The living room descended into chaos; Su Hongyi clutched his chest in anger.
Su Wanxing was in high spirits, directing the soldiers: “Thank you, everyone. Move all the betrothal gifts to my room.”
Zhou Meijuan saw Su Wanxing’s joy, then glanced at her own daughter’s miserable state, not knowing where to put her face.
But if Su Wanxing successfully married Lu Chenyuan, she couldn’t swallow this defeat.
“Wait!”
Zhou Meijuan glared fiercely at Su Wanxing: “Comrade Lu, there’s something you probably don’t know.”
“Su Wanxing recently went to extremes for her boyfriend with the surname Xu, even drinking pesticide!”