79: Chapter 79 My first time, I had no experience.

After Deputy Bureau Chief Chang Le and his group left, Tian Xiufang and Fu Guowei perked up. They emerged from the living room inside, their weathered faces beaming with bright smiles. What was originally a bad situation had now turned into a matter of gaining face.

"Oh, it's no big deal. My Fu Yun might be a bit foolish, but he certainly has a lot of friends."

"Did you see that man just now? The Municipal Public Security Bureau Chief, a big official! He's even coming over to our place tonight to have a drink."

"How big? Is he as big as the village committee secretary?"

"Are you kidding? He's definitely bigger than the village committee secretary, at least three stories taller!"

Fu Yun watched his parents showing off amidst the crowd and felt relieved. It seemed like the beating he was expecting would be lighter. A beating was inevitable, after all—he was always being lectured that enduring things outside leads to peace and quiet. Since he'd caused such a scene and almost got hauled off to the station on his wedding day, how could he expect to escape a slap or two?

"Sister-in-law, Su Ye, thank you both so much for today."

Su Ye checked the time, then patted Fu Yun on the shoulder and said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. It's already past three. You better hurry up and get cleaned up; it'll be time to fetch the bride soon."

Fu Yun nodded gratefully and headed upstairs to get his clothes ready. The convoy should be arriving soon, and he still needed to put up the wedding 'Double Happiness' characters.

Just as the crowd dispersed, a black Hongqi slowly pulled up in front of Fu Yun's house. Wang Zhi hurriedly got out to open the door for Yan Zheng.

Seeing the distinguished-looking men before him, Fu Guowei quickly wiped his hands on his pants and went up to greet them, saying, "Gentlemen, who are you looking for?"

Yan Zheng forced a smile and asked, "Brother, is this Fu Yun's house?"

Yan Zheng was in his mid-thirties, and Fu Yun's parents weren't yet fifty, so calling him "brother" wasn't inappropriate.

Fu Guowei's heart skipped a beat. Could his son have offended someone else?

Perhaps sensing Fu Guowei's nervousness, Yan Zheng asked again, "Is Su Ye here?"

Hearing this, Fu Guowei breathed a sigh of relief. If they were looking for Su Ye, they probably weren't here to cause trouble. Perhaps they were the people Su Ye had called earlier.

"Yes, yes, yes, Little Su is here."

"Gentlemen, let me take you inside."

Hearing the commotion at the door, Su Ye turned and saw Yan Zheng. He quickly stuck a 'Double Happiness' character on the car window and went to greet him, "Brother Yan, didn't I just call you? Deputy Bureau Chief Chang Le already took the people away."

Seeing Su Ye, the expression on Yan Zheng's face, which had been as cold as an eternal iceberg, instantly thawed and became animated: "Well, I was already almost here when you called. I thought, since I'm already here, I might as well ask for a glass of wedding wine."

Su Ye knew immediately that Yan Zheng was just using the wine as an excuse. He had likely come to support him because of the negative incident earlier, fearing Su Ye might have trouble today. If Yan Zheng were to ask, he wouldn't even need to say much; there would be enough people lining up to invite him for a drink to circle the entire High-Tech Zone.

Still, Su Ye didn't stand on ceremony: "Alright, Brother Yan, it's a great honor that you've come to have a drink. Why don't you go inside and rest for a bit? We're about to head out to fetch the bride. Once I've overcome all the obstacles and returned, I'll drink to my heart's content with you."

Then, he said to Fu Guowei, who was standing nearby: "Uncle Fu, could you please take my friend inside to rest? Maybe serve him some tea and snacks."

Fu Guowei nodded hurriedly and ushered Yan Zheng and his group inside. Wang Zhi had been standing to the side with a gentle smile, but he deeply etched Su Ye's face and name into his memory, labeling him as someone not to be provoked.

By around five o'clock, Fu Yun walked out wearing a traditional Chinese wedding outfit. Su Ye, Li Yi, and the others were busy putting stickers on the arriving drivers' cars, handing out cigarettes, and giving out red envelopes.

At 5:00 AM, the six-car convoy set off. Su Ye's AMG led the way, followed by Li Yi's Porsche, then a BMW, and finally three domestic cars.

The distance from the end of the village to the front was only about a kilometer, so even if Su Ye drove slowly, they arrived in a few minutes.

The group got out of the car and looked at each other when they saw the large iron gate tightly shut in front of them. Fu Yun stepped forward and called out: "Qingtian, Qingtian, open the door! I'm here to pick you up."

From behind the iron gate came the voices of several children: "Red envelope! Red envelope! I want a red envelope! We won't open the door unless you give us red envelopes!"

Fu Yun's cousin, Fu Li, stepped forward and smacked Fu Yun on the back of the head with a "slap," scolding him: "Are you stupid? Your Qingtian is in the room upstairs. Don't you know the bride isn't supposed to touch the ground? You're waiting for her to run out and open the door for you?"

Fu Yun rubbed his aching head and asked: "Then what do I do? This is my first time, I have no experience."

"Pfft!"

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone around burst into laughter. In the end, it was Su Ye who pulled a dozen or so red envelopes from his pocket and said: "Let me slip some in and see if they'll open it."

As he spoke, Su Ye coaxed the children with kind words while sliding the red envelopes under the gate. After sliding in over twenty of them, the gate finally opened. Fortunately, each envelope only contained a few yuan.

As the gate opened, Su Ye and the others rushed in, only to be dumbfounded again. The security door on the first floor of the three-story building was still locked.

This time, it wasn't children behind the door, but several aunts and uncles. Su Ye and the others slipped in another twenty-plus red envelopes, but the door still didn't open.

Su Ye thought for a moment, then asked Fu Yun: "How is your relationship with your father-in-law?"

Fu Yun thought about it and nodded affirmatively: "My relationship with Father Lin—oh, with my father-in-law—is pretty good. We've eaten together often, and whenever there's something to be done, I'm always quick to help out."

Su Ye whispered a few words into Fu Yun's ear. Fu Yun's eyes lit up, and he walked to the door, shamelessly shouting: "Dad, open the door! It's me, Yun."

"Dad, please open the door for me. A son-in-law is like half a son. You've watched me grow up since I was little, so I count as half, which makes me your son. You can't just let your son stand here catching a cold, right?"

The people around gave Fu Yun a thumbs up. Goodness, he really had a smooth tongue.

"Click!" The door opened. Although Father Lin was a bit dissatisfied with the trouble Fu Yun had caused today, it had been resolved, and it had actually gained them some face. Plus, Fu Yun usually behaved well, and as he said, the two families had a deep friendship, so Father Lin opened the door directly.

"Go on up. Qingtian is on the third floor." Fu Yun said with a grin: "Thank you, Dad." He said it so naturally.

Next, they reached the stairs and saw four glasses of beer placed on every step. He turned to Su Ye and the others, cupped his hands, and said: "Brothers, I'm counting on you all."

Su Ye and the others didn't hesitate; they downed the beer glass after glass. By the time they reached the third floor, they had expected more obstacles, but to their surprise, the door was wide open, and they could see Lin Qingtian sitting on the bright red bed, smiling warmly.

Zhao Sihan, wearing a red bridesmaid dress that accentuated her full and tall figure, walked out: "Fu Yun, let me tell you, we didn't set any final obstacles. We don't want to make things difficult for you. I just hope you'll treat Qingtian well in the future and never make things difficult for her."

As she spoke, she pulled a wooden stick as thick as an adult's forearm from behind her back, gripped it with both hands, and snapped it with force. "Snap!" The wooden stick, which even a grown man might not be able to break with all his might, snapped into two pieces.

"If you dare to make things difficult for Qingtian, I'll snap your head off."

Fu Yun and the people behind him all shrank their heads in fear. Fu Yun quickly said he wouldn't dare.

Next, Fu Yun put the wedding shoes on Lin Qingtian, then, waiting for the auspicious time, carried her downstairs on his back to serve tea to Father Lin and Mother Lin.