When He Jiawen got married, Wang Yue and He Jiali both took time off specially. They returned together with Grandma He and He Jiayi, bringing all eight children with them.
The wedding was lively, and the He family's wedding gifts amounted to far more than a thousand yuan. Though they didn't reach the scale of the ancient custom of a ten-mile bridal procession, they had prepared everything He Jiawen could need for daily life, except for a coffin.
Faced with this, the entire Chen family was exceptionally courteous at the wedding. Even Chen Weiguo's eldest brother and sister-in-law, who had been unhappy with him, kept quiet.
Wang Yue might now be the eldest sister's husband, but he had once been an eldest brother himself. Of course he couldn't let the occasion pass without doing something. So, a few days after He Jiawen's wedding, when she and Chen Weiguo returned to her family home, he asked her,
"Jiawen, your younger siblings are all grown up now, and there's nothing much you need to help with at home. Have you ever thought about working in Beijing?"
He Jiawen and Chen Weiguo had returned home in high spirits, but when they heard that, their expressions changed, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
Both He Jiawen and Chen Weiguo wondered if Wang Yue simply didn't think Chen Weiguo was good enough for her.
He Jiawen anxiously looked to He Jiali for help, hoping her eldest sister would step in.
Chen Weiguo's face had turned red with worry, but he didn't dare say a word.
Seeing that the two had misunderstood, He Jiali smiled and said, "Jiawen, Weiguo, your brother-in-law isn't trying to keep you apart.
"It's just that, Jiawen, look at our family's situation. Jiayi and I will definitely be