The God of Wealth's Blessing

This is the first time in hundreds of years that the God of Wealth has stepped out of the God of Wealth Shrine.

He just didn't expect that the first thing he would do after going out would be to attend a wedding banquet.

It is rare for Gods to hold wedding banquets.

Or rather, very few of them got married.

For the Gods, marriage means responsibility, it means constraint, it means placing another being into their long future.

Therefore, they generally do not choose this option.

But ordinary people are different.

A mortal's life is too short, so short that if you don't seize something, it will vanish in the blink of an eye.

So they will get married, go through the wedding ceremony, and solemnly promise each other a lifetime in front of a group of relatives and friends.

Today is the day indicated on the wedding invitation.

The God of Wealth glanced down at the address on the wedding invitation, then looked down at the somewhat faded robe he was wearing. The vermilion had long since faded, with only the hem still bearing a reddish tinge.

For attending a wedding banquet, bright red is probably the most festive color.

With a single thought, the God of God of Wealth's robes changed color.

The crimson brocade Brocade Robe was once again placed over the shoulders, with dark-colored piping on the cuffs and hem, and gold-embroidered ingots and auspicious clouds subtly flowing in the sunlight.

This time, however, he did not wear the gilded crown, nor did he let the golden light emanate from his body.

He simply made sure he was clean and tidy.

The God of Wealth flew into the air, about to fly directly to Elena's wedding banquet, when he suddenly remembered something.

When ordinary people get married, guests always bring gifts, right?

Over the years, Elena has given herself mostly flowers that she grows.

Since that's the case, he decided to give her a flower.

Flowers aren't enough, let's add a blade of grass too.

Elena met her lover in the town at the foot of the mountain. She often worked in the town, and with the money she earned, she would buy incense and candles, and then offer them one by one in the God of Wealth Shrine.

She worked in an embroidery shop, where the owner had a son. Over time, the two became acquainted.

As time went by, acquaintance gradually turned into understanding, and then into love.

This town is called Fulin Town.

It wasn't big or particularly lively; it was usually quite calm and uneventful. But today, it was more bustling than ever before.

From afar, the God of Wealth saw a house bustling with activity, brightly decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. Red ribbons hung from the tree in front of the door, and red silk draped around the small house. Several children chased after them, shouting, "The bride is coming!"

Such a short distance is, of course, nothing more than a single step for a Gods.

The God of Wealth, concealed, arrived above that house in a single step.

Several round tables were set up in the courtyard, covered with red cloth and set with coarse porcelain bowls and plates. The dishes were not particularly exquisite, but they were steaming hot, and the aroma wafted out in waves.

Several women were carrying trays in and out, and an elderly woman, probably the groom's mother, was all smiles.

The courtyard was packed with people.

There were neighbors from the town, helpers from the embroidery workshop, and a few teenagers running around, scrambling for the wedding candies on the table.

Elena wore a red wedding dress today. The fabric wasn't the finest, but the stitches were fine and dense, suggesting that she had sewn it herself, stitch by stitch. Her hair was neatly tied up and adorned with a silver hairpin, the tip of which had a small red bead that swayed gently as she walked.

She lowered her head, but couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, which curved into a slight smile.

Elena's hand was being held by another person standing beside her. The person was not tall and had ordinary features. He seemed a little awkward at the moment, but would occasionally turn his head to look at her, his eyes full of love.

The groom's parents sat on one side of the main hall, while only two plaques were displayed on the other side.

One belonged to Elena's mother, and the other was...

The God of Wealth looked at another wooden plaque.

This is his.

Their wedding was very simple.

The bride doesn't need to wear a veil; bowing three times to the elders is enough for the ceremony to be considered successful. At the moment the ceremony is completed, the crowd erupts in laughter and applause. Some scatter flower petals, some hold wine bowls, and some urge the newlyweds to drink together.

Elena was surrounded by the crowd, smiling, but a tiny glint of light flashed in the corner of her eye.

She quickly raised her hand to wipe it, then continued laughing.

However, while laughing, he also glanced at the wooden plaque that read "God of God of Wealth".

I wish the Grandpa God of Wealth could come.

The banquet began, and the courtyard was filled with the clinking of glasses and lively conversation.

The God of Wealth watched as the young girl was surrounded by a crowd, carefully protected by her husband who was shielding her from drinks and serving her food.

It seems that they have a very good relationship.

The God of Wealth descended from the sky and appeared in front of the courtyard gate.

His sudden appearance startled the women who had been gossiping at the gate. In Fulin Town, everyone knew each other well; news of a distant relative or a visitor from out of town spread throughout the entire street within half an hour.

But this talented young man was someone they had never seen before.

Such a handsome man, such exquisite clothing, such outstanding temperament—he's one of a kind in town.

Who is the other party? And where did they come from?

Nobody can say for sure.

"Young master, may I ask what brings you here?"

An older woman spoke first, her tone cautious and polite. Although they didn't know the other person's identity, their demeanor alone told them that she was no ordinary person.

"I'm here for the wedding; this is the invitation."

The God of Wealth presented Elena with his wedding invitation.

The women looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

Unfortunately, the commotion reached them, Elena's lover, carrying a wine bowl, happened to come out to refill the guests' drinks. He immediately spotted the young man in red at the door and paused for a moment.

"This guest... and who are you?"

He put down his wine bowl and quickly came out to greet him.

"Is Miss Elena here? I've come at her invitation. This is her wedding invitation."

The young man glanced at the wedding invitation, then immediately turned around and called out:

"Nana! We have a guest."

Upon hearing this, Elena lifted her skirt and came out of the courtyard.

She walked to the door, looked up at the figure, and suddenly stopped. She saw the face clearly, and those phoenix eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

Although she has never seen the real Grandpa God of Wealth, she has seen his statue.

"Miss Elena, I've come at your invitation. Won't you invite me in?"

She had heard this sound every day in the temple for the past ten years.

Adding to the fact that she had just sent out the only wedding invitation, Elena was now completely certain of the other person's identity.

This is truly the God of Wealth... Grandpa.

Elena's eyes welled up with tears, but she forced them back and curtsied to the other person.

"Thank you for your presence. Please come in and have a drink at our wedding."

The young man in red wedding attire beside her paused for a moment, glancing at his lover and then at the distinguished young man in red before him.

Although I didn't understand the reason, I still bowed in return.

"Thank you for your honor, please come in."

The God of Wealth didn't rush inside. He took out a small brocade box from his sleeve and opened it.

Two things lay quietly inside the box.

A flower-shaped gold bracelet, entirely made of pure gold, engraved with a lotus scroll pattern.

A hairpin shaped like a four-leaf clover, its green color shimmering.

The God of Wealth reached out his hand, Elena, understanding, offered her own hand in return.

Thank you for your companionship over the years.

"Now that you're married and have your own family, you don't need to come to my place anymore."

Life is full of partings and reunions; you should have your own life. And I should move on from the shadows of the past.

He lowered his eyes and put the gold bracelet on her wrist.

I wish you both a long and happy life together, growing old together in harmony.

After the God of Wealth finished speaking, he personally placed the four-leaf clover hairpin into Elena's hair.

Secondly, I wish you both smooth sailing and all your wishes fulfilled from this day forward.

From now on, no matter where she goes or what she does.

These two things will stand by her side in his place.