The Lady's Sickly Husband

C51. Rage, Shocking All

Everything was ready. The village head coughed a bit and walked to the front of the newly built big courtyard.

Standing there, he raised his hand, and instantly the just now roaring crowd became quiet.

The village head hosting the ceremony for Ning's new house was a greatest courtesy to outsiders. Except for sacrificial activities in the clan, he wouldn't usually preside an ordinary ceremony.

This time, it could be counted as an honor, with the aim to repair the crack caused by former unpleasant incident as well as to cozy up to them or win them over.

Since last self-reflection in the ancestral hall, elder Wanger had been staying at home under the pretext of falling ill. Elder Li and elder Fang displayed pleasing smiles on their faces while elder Gao congratulated them with sincerity and a little embarrassment.

Although Mo Qianxue didn't quite like these village elders, she chose to forget the former feud and grievance since the head's wife had voluntarily visited them many times and they lived at the same village after all.

"Hang something red on the beam! From now on, the house will be peaceful and prosper!"

The voice of village head was loud, and his face was both joyful and solemn. Upon the announcement, several lads dashed out and hung the prepared red cloth on the main beam.

"Paste the couplet! We wish you peace and auspiciousness all the time!"

A few school boys came forward and happily pasted the couplet on the front door of the house.

"Invite door gods! They will safeguard your house and grant you peace!"

Wang Tiansong took Wang Xiaolei to paste the picture of door gods on one side of the door respectively.

The new house was finally completed. Mo Qianxue and Ning Shaoqing, standing on one side, were excited and emotional.

She finally had a home of her own. Though the former house could also be called home, she always felt it not belonging to her. There was always a gap in between.

A long and big hand reached over and held that of hers.

Mo Qianxue took a glance and found it was Ning Shaoqing, whose hand held hers, but eyes didn't look at her. He was facing the new house, serious and solemn, not a bit exposing his secret movement.

In broad daylight and with such a big audience, wasn't it too...too daring?

What happened to him?

Usually he was too shy to express his emotion straightforwardly, but today had he left the "courtesy" at school and forgot to take it home?

Mo Qianxue was a little shy and wanted to rid it!

But the stubborn and powerful hand wouldn't agree. It pinched her hand tighter, and the heat from it seemed to reach to burn her heart through her hand.

He must be happy too!

The ceremony of the new house went on and the two watched it hand in hand. Did it mean that they would also live a happy life until death parted them?

The more she thought, the sweeter she felt. Mo Qianxue, whose ears turned red, found that no one noticed them and stopped her struggling but also held his hand tighter.

Ning Shaoqing stood there, his body not moving, yet there was a smile playing on his lips.

"Set off firecrackers!"

As the sound was prolonged, the crowd began to noisily step aside. Shuaizi led many school boys in high spirits and came out, carrying a few bamboo poles, the end of which had already hung firecrackers.