As the neighbors entered the yard, one of them asked, "Sister-in-law, will your family be celebrating a joyous occasion soon?"
Knowing it was impossible to hide the news, Aunt Lin came out carrying a tray with a plate of roasted nuts gifted by Jiang Ziyu, several cups, and a pot of tea.
She placed the tray on the balcony, and the neighbors quickly took their seats as if they were at their own home.
Aunt Lin was used to their behavior. No matter how rude they were, they were still her potential customers, so she kept a pleasant demeanor and shared the snacks.
After everyone had taken a sip of tea and grabbed a handful of roasted nuts, Aunt Lin said, "My family will indeed have a joyous occasion, but we won't be holding a celebration."
Hearing this, one of the neighbors asked in surprise, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong? If there's anything we can help with, just let us know."
Aunt Lin knew their concern was half-truth, half-fake.
She smiled and sighed, "My niece just accepted a proposal from Lingyun's friend. Since her future husband needs to return to Yunnan City in a few days, we have agreed to hold the wedding banquet there."
"What about the wedding ceremony? Even if there's no banquet, there should at least be a proper ceremony," another neighbor asked.
Aunt Lin shook her head and said, "My brother-in-law is busy these days, so we will have to omit the wedding ceremony and just have a tea ceremony."
Though she said this, everyone understood the truth—Lin Meifeng's father simply didn't care about his daughter's marriage. What a scumbag father!
Even if they felt sorry for Lin Meifeng, they couldn't interfere in another family's affairs, so they could only sigh.
"Sister-in-law, what about the bride price and betrothal gifts?" another neighbor asked.
At this question, their eyes lit up. Everyone in the village knew that Lin Meifeng had struggled to find a husband because of the high bride price.
If she were a 16-year-old girl, she might be able to fetch 50 yuan. But at 22, she would be lucky if someone was willing to pay even 10 yuan to marry her.
Aunt Lin understood their thoughts and sneered inwardly. These people were nothing more than plastic sisters. They come to find gossip and watch the show!
Even as she scolded them in her heart, she still smiled and replied modestly, "Ziyu—this man, ah—he truly likes my family's Meifeng."
"When Meifeng told him about the bride price, he agreed without hesitation. He even said he would prepare the betrothal gifts."
"We agreed that he would come to propose tomorrow, and he said it wouldn't be a problem at all. I don't know when he prepared everything, but it wouldn't be easy to get it all done in less than a day," she added meaningfully.
The neighbors were skeptical about her words.
While Lin Meifeng was somewhat attractive, she wasn't a breathtaking beauty like Lu Jueyu or a charming, lovely woman like Pan Meijia.
It was hard to believe a man would fall for her at first sight. Not to mention making all preparations in advance to marry her. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
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