Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 3185: Chapter 3121: I’m Glad You Came

He had only taken two steps when he turned back to look at Little, his eyes full of relief as he said, "Little, don’t be nervous."

Little gave him a small nod.

Old Master Jiang then turned around again and walked inside.

Standing beside Little, Sixth Young Master slightly lifted the crook of his arm.

Little drew a quiet breath and slipped her hand through his arm.

"Dad, I’m really glad you came."

Back when she and Meng Xinian were planning to hold a banquet at home, Sixth Young Master Jiang and Old Master Jiang hadn’t intended to come; they only hoped that later on, when they went to D State, they could hold another banquet there.

But that plan had only been forced on them by circumstances.

Of course Little still hoped her father could attend her wedding, and so did Sixth Young Master.

So when he learned they’d decided to hold the wedding in Zhongming Hall, he immediately made up his mind to come.

After all, a daughter’s wedding only happens once in a lifetime; even if they were to go to D State later and hold another banquet, it wouldn’t feel the same anymore.

"I’m also grateful I came. That earlier decision was wrong. Thinking back on it now, your dad really feels he owes you an apology."

Sixth Young Master Jiang gently patted the back of her hand.

"Dad, don’t say that."

"Now we’re about to go in. Little, this is you taking a very important step in your life. There are a lot of people inside. Some of them will truly be blessing you and Xinian from their hearts, but there are also those who are just putting on a show. Life is like a play—some people act as themselves, and some have long forgotten what they’re really like, throwing themselves wholeheartedly into their roles. Don’t mind them, and don’t bother with them too much. Even though this wedding is being held here in Zhongming Hall, you must remember, the man you’re marrying is still Meng Xinian, you’re still Little, and this is still your joyous day. Don’t treat it like a battle you have to fight, understand?"

Listening to him, Little pressed her lips together and nodded.

"Dad, I understand."

This was her and Meng Xinian’s wedding; she certainly wasn’t going to treat it as a war.

Even if something really did happen, there were many people here today who could help her; she and Meng Xinian would not take action themselves.

Usually she liked to rush to the front whenever something came up, and wanted to worry about everything. But this was her wedding day, and with so many people who loved her here, she felt she ought to properly enjoy their protection for once.

With her arm looped through her father’s, Little stepped up the stairs before the main doors, and slowly walked into Zhongming Hall.

The vermilion doors, the redwood threshold worn smooth and glossy from years of use—she lifted her foot and crossed over, and a burst of unusually fervent applause rose up.

It was an open-air hall, with white jade railings, vermilion wood carvings, dragon-entwined pillars, and countless pots of vivid fresh flowers as decoration, making Little feel in a daze as if she’d entered some movie set.

It was as if all the colors before her eyes were steeped in antique elegance, carrying the aura of imperial power and noble privilege.

For a moment, it felt as though she wasn’t herself anymore.

In her previous life, she had died wretched and forlorn, falling from a building and crashing to her death. In this life, she was splendidly dressed, arm in arm with her father, stepping into such a banquet hall.

They truly were two completely different endings.

Besides, the previous life had already been the ending, whereas this life was far from over—she still had so much good time ahead of her, so much happiness yet to enjoy.

Another wave of warm applause swelled up.

The guests were seated on both sides by the banquet tables, while a stone-paved avenue stretched out in front, covered with a red carpet. Meng Xinian stood at the front.

He was in a brand-new, crisp military uniform, standing ramrod straight, his arms hanging at his sides, almost as if he were standing at attention with all the seriousness of a military stance.

He was looking straight at her.