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Moments later, the door opened.
Baolan stood in front of me, her eyes red and puffy, resembling two peaches. She wore a pink dress, which was our couple's outfit. I reached out and pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Baolan cried loudly in my embrace, her sobs unrestrained. It seemed like she wanted to release all the grievances she had been holding inside. My shirt became damp from her tears. I gently patted her back. "Don't be afraid, your husband is here."
Baolan lifted her head to look at me, her eyes filled with tears. "Did you sleep with them?"
My heart sank. "No."
"Then what did you do?"
"We didn't do anything."
"Why did Manager Ma come to our wedding night?"
"I don't know."
Baolan looked at me, her face full of grievance. "On the wedding night, couples are supposed to sleep apart; it's a test of loyalty between the two."
"Who told you that?"
"Everyone says so."
I recalled last night when a few friends carried me home, mysteriously saying, "Brother Ma, on the wedding night, you can't be with the bride; that's the rule." I asked why. They all wore mischievous smiles and said, "It's for your own good; after tonight, you'll understand." Then they ran off.
Was there really such a rule? Why hadn't I heard of it before? Baolan said that before she left home, her mother had warned her about it too.
I was shocked. "Isn't that just superstitious nonsense?"
Baolan lowered her head and said softly, "My mom said it's a tradition passed down through generations."
I was furious and cursed under my breath.
What the hell is this ridiculous rule!
Bao Lan looked up at me and suddenly smiled.
She looked so beautiful when she smiled.
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. "From now on, let's not believe in this anymore, okay?"
Bao Lan nodded with a smile.
She nestled against me like a little kitten.
I held her close and walked toward the big bed.
The bed was littered with food scraps and broken bottles, a clear sign that a wild party had taken place here last night.
I brought Bao Lan back to our home, which was conveniently located near the company.
I asked her if we should invite my parents to live with us.
"Let’s let them enjoy some comfort!" I suggested.
Bao Lan shook her head firmly. "No way!"
I was taken aback. "Why not?"
"If your mom comes to stay, then my mom has to come too."
"But..."
"There are no buts. If both sets of parents come to live here, is this still our home? Is it still our little nest?"
I sighed. "But my mom isn't in good health. When we got married, she emptied her savings to help us buy a house. At her age, I can't just let her suffer without enjoying some comfort!"
"Then let my mom come too."
"But..."
"But what? If your mom comes, it will disrupt the life I have with my mom, don’t you see?"
I was left speechless. Bao Lan suddenly raised her voice:
"You spent so much money to marry me. How much do you have left now? Is it enough for next month's living expenses?"
"I..."
Bao Lan snorted. "You spent all that money on me, and your mother must feel uncomfortable about it. If she comes to stay with us, she'll definitely give me a hard time. I'm not someone you bought with money; why should I have to put up with her attitude?"
I stared at her, my eyes wide. In that moment, Bao Lan felt so unfamiliar to me. I sighed and reached out to embrace her, but she pushed me away forcefully and turned to head into the kitchen.
I stood there, frozen for a long time. Bao Lan refused to let the elders come stay with us. My mother was in poor health, while her mother was doing well. If her mother came to stay, what would happen to mine? But Bao Lan had a point too. My mother had spent so much money; if Bao Lan made her feel unwelcome, it would surely hurt her feelings.
What should I do? I thought for a long time before finally coming up with a solution.
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