Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1627 - 1628: Reluctant Farewell

Marriage has always embodied a blend of joy and sorrow, naturally bringing delight to the groom's family. Welcoming a daughter-in-law into the household signifies adding a new member, paving the way for future generations with sons and daughters, and ensuring the clan's flourishing prosperity without any diminishment.

Conversely, it is the bride's family who often finds themselves in a state of fretfulness, particularly when they have but a single daughter.

Cheng Su observed Ying Xiaoya kneeling before Ying Jian and Mother Ying, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Mr. Ying, holding his daughter's hand, displayed a countenance etched with reluctance, while Mother Ying, despite her smile, also allowed tears to trace their path down her cheeks.

The apple of their eyes, the cherished daughter they had nurtured with such tender care, was now destined to belong to another. Regardless of how affluent or virtuous the groom's family might be, from the parents' perspective, they could never be deemed good enough.

"What is so exceptional about other people's families? What makes them so superior?" Mother Ying murmured softly.

They had long anticipated Ying Xiaoya's marriage, yet now that the moment had arrived for their daughter to depart, it felt as though their hearts were being cruelly rent asunder, filled to the brim with potent reluctance.

It is a difficult task to relinquish that small, pink bundle of joy who entered their lives, meticulously cared for at every turn until she could speak, walk, run, and eventually leap. From a little girl, she transitioned into a teenager, then a young lady; the passage of those twenty-odd years feels as if it occurred only yesterday.

"I refuse to marry! I refuse to marry!" Ying Xiaoya could not contain her tears any longer.

A wave of panic swept through the assembly. Cheng Yaozu, kneeling beside her, swiftly retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, gently dabbing her tears as he spoke, "Do not cry. We will visit frequently."

Another woman, fulfilling the role of Big Jin Sister, immediately added her voice, uttering words of good fortune and celebration.

For a daughter departing her parental home to enter into marriage, a degree of reluctance and tears is entirely normal. From this day forward, you become an integral part of another family, and your given surname is now preceded by theirs.

Cheng Su too experienced a bittersweet ache in her heart. She averted her gaze, discreetly wiping away her own tears, reflecting on her good fortune in having a son. Had she been blessed with a daughter, she would inevitably face such a poignant farewell someday.

After performing the tea ceremony, she departed, making her way to the waiting wedding car.

Standing outside the vehicle, Ying Jian continued to gaze intently at Ying Xiaoya. This usually composed deputy mayor, his eyes now reddened, was simply an ordinary father in this moment.

"Dad, I shall return soon," Ying Xiaoya offered, waving her hand.

"Ah!" Ying Jian managed a smile and returned the wave.

The wedding car began to move forward, and he remained rooted to the spot, watching his daughter recede into the distance. His sole fervent hope was that her life ahead would be marked by smoothness, her marriage by abundant love, and her days by unending happiness.

Cheng Su let out a soft sigh inwardly.

Upon arrival at the Cheng family's grand mansion, a stark contrast to the somber farewell at the Ying residence, the hall buzzed with an atmosphere of merriment and lively celebration.

From the venerable Old Master Cheng to the various other relatives of the Cheng lineage, every individual entitled to receive a cup of tea from Cheng Yaozu and his bride bestowed upon them valuable gifts. The most quintessential symbols of auspiciousness, the Dragon and Phoenix Bracelets, adorned their wrists and even extended upwards towards their necks, linked by red strings in a cascading display, alongside a myriad of other opulent golden ornaments.

Cheng Su mused that these golden tributes truly represented a tradition that had endured through the ages without any sign of decline. Observing Ying Xiaoya's slightly bowed neck, she harbored a concern that the sheer weight of this bejeweled adornment might prove too taxing.

Following the ceremonies of familial recognition and tea service at the Cheng household, Ying Xiaoya and the entourage departed. Cheng Su, this time, did not accompany them. A sudden thought of Qi Taiguo prompted her to seek a conversation with him.

She placed a call to him from the privacy of Old Master Cheng's study. Though Qi Taiguo was occupied, he expressed considerable surprise at receiving her call, inquiring, "Is today not Xiaoya's momentous occasion? Should you not be assisting? How do you find the time to call? Is something amiss?"

"Nothing is wrong. The wedding is vibrant and joyous, but I found myself missing you and desired to hear your voice," Cheng Su replied.

Qi Taiguo was momentarily taken aback. Leaning back comfortably in his chair, he responded, "I miss you too!"