Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The night before the wedding.
Jiang Siming's house was already completely empty.
Zhao Xuan and Zhao Xiaoxiao had also left.
Zhirou had accepted Tuan Tuan's parents as her godparents, so she had gone with Tuan Tuan long ago.
Now, only Jiang Siming remained in the house, while the Jiang family lived in the auxiliary building.
This time, every member of Jiang Siming's family had come.
Father and Mother Jiang, his grandparents, and his younger sister.
As well as his uncle's family and some village neighbors who had close ties with the family—they had all come to Shanghai.
For such a major event as Jiang Siming's wedding, they were naturally willing to come and bask in his glory.
That evening, Mother Jiang cooked, and the Jiang family members sat together.
Grandmother wiped away tears as she ate, clearly happy.
Her eldest grandson was finally getting married and would soon become a father. How could she not be delighted?
"Mom, cheer up. A'ming getting married is a good thing, isn't it?" Father Jiang said with a smile.
Grandmother nodded repeatedly. "I'm just too happy. I have such a wonderful grandson."
Jiang Siming smiled and put some food in Grandmother's bowl.
After dinner, Father Jiang and the others went to sleep in the auxiliary building. They mainly didn't want to add to Jiang Siming's pressure or nervousness, so they went to bed early.
With the wedding day arriving tomorrow, Jiang Siming did nothing that night. He didn't even enter a dungeon.
He simply lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He had finally reached this point. This young man was about to marry his wife and become a husband.
Sigh, time really passed quickly.
As Jiang Siming stared at the ceiling, he