Chapter 66: I Think I’m Pretty Great Too

Fu’s mother was just about to say something, but Qin Wenhuo spoke up before she could: “Mom, Mingxue is right. Let’s talk about it after the wedding. Since you’re here this time, why don’t we just hold the wedding in Beijing? What do you think about the eighth day of the month?”

Fu Mingxue’s eyes widened in shock.

Fu’s mother, on the other hand, was overjoyed. “The eighth is a great day. Let’s set it for then.”

She’d been looking forward to having a proper wedding banquet—only then would it feel official.

Now that her son-in-law had brought it up, of course she was all for it.

“If Mom has no objections, then it’s settled.” Qin Wenhuo turned to Fu Mingxue. “What do you think, Mingxue?”

Fu Mingxue wanted to roll her eyes.

You all made the decision without asking her a single thing.

And now you remember to ask her?

Could she even say no?

“I—I think—”

Fu’s mother didn’t let her finish. “Of course she thinks it’s great. It’s settled, then. By the way, what about your parents?”

“My parents and the elders feel the same way. The main thing was to see what you and Mingxue thought. If you both agree, they’ll start preparing for the wedding.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’ll leave it to the in-laws, then.” Fu’s mother was delighted.

Fu Mingxue: …?

So, as the person actually getting married, she doesn’t get a say at all?

That night, Fu’s mother set up a room for her.

Fu Mingxue had wanted to talk to Qin Wenhuo about canceling the wedding.

But her mother kept a close eye on her.

So she gave up.

Still, lying in bed, she couldn’t fall asleep.

Getting divorced after just registering the marriage was one thing.

But if they actually held a wedding banquet, it’d be like announcing it to the whole world—how could she ever get divorced then?

Her mother would probably break her legs.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it wouldn’t do. So, quietly, she got up and slipped next door.

She knocked softly—tap tap.

Qin Wenhuo, who was lying down, heard the barely audible knock. His deep eyes flickered.

He got up to open the door, and when he saw his sneaky little wife, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Fu Mingxue, terrified her mother would see, pushed past him and darted into the room.

She quickly shut the door behind her.

Qin Wenhuo: ? …

Wasn’t she unwilling to sleep with him before? What was she doing here now?

Fu Mingxue breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up—only to realize how close they were standing.

“Why—why are you standing so close to me?”

Qin Wenhuo gazed at her intently—his little wife was being a bit unreasonable.

“I’ve been standing here the whole time.”

“—Never mind, I came to talk to you. I’ll leave after. Can we not have the wedding for now? Just say you don’t have time, or that you have something urgent with your unit—”

“My unit’s on break until the fourteenth,” Qin Wenhuo replied calmly.

Fu Mingxue’s eyes widened. Wasn’t he supposed to be really busy?

How could he have such a long holiday?

“Just tell a little white lie—a harmless one—”

“No. I never lie.”

Fu Mingxue: …?

Does he have to be so rigid?

Qin Wenhuo narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you want the wedding? Why didn’t you refuse just now?”

Fu Mingxue: …?

“I—I thought we agreed to get divorced after a year?”

“Agreed? With whom? I told you before, there’s no such thing as divorce in my family. If you really insist, you’ll have to wait until you’re a widow.”

Fu Mingxue: …?

He’s ruthless—he even curses himself.

Before she could respond, Qin Wenhuo pressed her again: “You’re not satisfied with me?”

“No, no. You’re great.”

“I think I’m pretty great too. So you have even less reason to divorce me.”"