Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 If Only There Had Been No Exchange of Brides

Today is the wedding of Su Wensong and Sun Lanlan. They have booked the largest restaurant in Ancheng County. Lin Chuxia even offered some ideas for the decorations.

Although there are no rainbow gateways or flower baskets like in the future, the entrance still prominently displays Su Wensong and Sun Lanlan’s wedding.

Now, even urban folks rarely host their weddings at the restaurant. Su Wensong has splurged on booking the entire restaurant, and with all the firecrackers at the entrance, the curious are gathering nearby to see what the bride and groom are like.

Li Hongmei, who came to the county for a stroll, saw the crowd from afar and walked over to check out the excitement.

Upon hearing that a family had booked the entire restaurant for their wedding, her face showed immense envy.

Booking the entire restaurant for a wedding?

She’s never even eaten in such a fancy restaurant in her life. How much would one table of food cost?

The urban folks can actually afford to book the entire restaurant for a wedding feast.

Li Hongmei was doted on at home, unlike other families who favor boys over girls; her mother treated her like a treasure. From a young age, she knew she was different from other village girls.

But no matter how different, they were still rural folks, always facing the soil and turning their backs to the sky. She always envied the clean-dressed city people she saw at the factory.

After the economic reforms, Li Hongmei, now a young woman, yearned more and more for the urban lifestyle.

But without a father and with a mother who lacked significant skills, it was impossible for her to get a city job.

The only solution was to marry a city man and move to the city.

Just like what she saw now, wearing the prettiest clothes, surrounded and watched by the whole county, receiving their envious gazes.

As she reflected on this, she looked up and saw Lin Chuxia standing at the entrance.

Li Hongmei knew Lin Chuxia; they were about the same age, with Lin Chuxia just a grade above her.

Xiaoqingshan Village, where she came from, was small with few children, and the local school only went up to third grade. From fourth grade on, children had to go to the neighboring Daqing Mountain Village to continue their studies.

Lin Chuxia was a good student, often used by teachers as an example to encourage others.

When Li Hongmei went to school in Daqing Mountain Village, she often heard teachers praise Lin Chuxia. Although she never spoke to her, she knew her.

Previously, when a matchmaker mentioned Lin Chuxia as a potential match for her brother, Li Hongmei was quite excited.

That praised good student, no matter how scholarly, would still end up as her sister-in-law, right?

If she married into their Li family, she would have to please her, the younger sister-in-law.

She even fantasized numerous times about how to make life difficult for Lin Chuxia, getting more excited the more she thought about it, feeling a surge of triumph.

However, who knew that in the end, it would be Lin Jiayi who married her brother.

Li Hongmei looked at Lin Chuxia, dressed in a sharp ladies’ suit ensemble that she hadn’t even seen in department stores.

She was standing at the entrance, talking to someone nearby.

Though Lin Jiayi and she were sisters, they had very different demeanors.

Every move Lin Chuxia made was elegant and refined, and the people around her seemed to listen intently to her, almost like the big bosses on TV.

As she was thinking, someone suddenly said, "They’re here."

Then she saw two cars approaching from a distance, the first one a sedan adorned with a big red flower.

In those days, using cars for a wedding procession meant the bride and groom were either significant figures or the children of significant figures.

Li Hongmei sighed, truly a city folk’s wedding.

In their village, for nearby weddings, most people just ride bicycles, and using a tractor is already considered good; some even use ox carts.

She herself was married in an ox cart, as it was too far to go by bicycle, and the Ma family couldn’t find a tractor.

Shaking off these thoughts, Li Hongmei tiptoed and craned her neck to watch the sedan slowly pull up in front of the restaurant.

The rear car door opened, and a groom in a suit got out from one side, standing tall and dignified, clearly not just anybody.