Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1255 - 1077: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1077: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Xia Dabao thought to herself that if that was the case, she simply couldn’t eat. But she was shocked, "Today is their wedding day? But how come we live so close and didn’t hear any firecracker sounds? And no drum sounds either? There weren’t any."

Mrs. Zhao shook her head involuntarily, "To be able to marry her in was good enough, where could they afford those fanciful things? They just prepared a big table of dishes. Originally, the eldest sister-in-law did not even want to prepare it, but it was Widow Chen who insisted on doing it, saying that if they didn’t have a decent meal, she would make a fuss and let everyone in the village know how stingy the Zhao Family was when marrying a bride."

Xia Dabao couldn’t help but say, "That’s really unfair. Axiang is married off after all, and we, living next door, don’t even know about it. It’s too much of a grievance. Forget about the sedan, at least they should have set off some firecrackers, right? Did they even have the red veil and the big red robe?"

"None of that," Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "I don’t know what to make of this situation. I guess Datu will have to marry another wife in the future and Axiang will just become a concubine, although it’s rare for our village to take concubines."

"That’s too unfair. Axiang doesn’t even know to demand. If it were me, I would rather die than marry," Xia Dabao said indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiaobei lowered his head involuntarily.

From what Xia Dabao said, getting married certainly required a sedan and a big red robe, but what about him now, when even the house he lives in belongs to the village chief? How would he ever marry Xia Dabao in the future?

Now, treating the villagers, he barely makes ends meet, and he can’t bear to charge more for medical fees.

At this rate, when would he be able to buy a house?

Xia Dabao, on the other hand, had not thought so much, or rather, she had never even considered getting married so soon. Life at home was so good, and her parents cherished her so much that she was happy to play for a few more years. Even if she had the idea of marrying Tian Xiaobei, it would only be several years later. As her mother said, it was not too late for a woman to marry before the age of thirty.

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From the time Axiang entered the house to the time she was sent back to her room, Zhao Datu had not once looked at her directly. Every time he saw Axiang, he spat in disgust and wouldn’t even return to the room.

This time, when he married a wife, he had invited some relatives over for a meal, and some of the relatives even teased Zhao Datu, "Datu, you’ll have to make sure the little guy below you does his job, strive to embrace a couple of kids in three years!"

Zhao Datu got angry as soon as he heard this, "Just eat your meal, why worry about nonsense?"

Seeing how Zhao Datu looked as if he had ingested gunpowder, the relatives dared not to tease him any further. Besides, where was the look of a groom on Zhao Datu from beginning to end? His face was fixed in a grimace all along, as though the bride had committed some great offence against him. Thinking about the trivial matters between Zhao Datu and Axiang, the relatives felt that Axiang’s life after marrying into the Zhao family might be a lonely one.

After everyone had dispersed, Aunt Zhao and Mrs. Zhao began to clean up, washing dishes and clearing the tables, while Zhao Datu sat alone by the wall, lost in thought.

He was just thinking that he might never have a chance to marry Xia Dabao in this lifetime.

After finishing the cleanup, Aunt Zhao turned and saw Zhao Datu sitting there, dazed by the wall. She could not help but scold, "Datu, what are you doing here? It’s getting dark. If you have something on your mind, just go back to your room, spit and forget about it. Now that you’re married, why not sleep when you can?"

"Mother, enough! It’s one thing for outsiders to laugh at me, but do you have to laugh at me too?" Zhao Datu said, and then he went back to his room.

But as soon as he returned and saw Axiang sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt anger welling up that he couldn’t discharge, and he couldn’t help cursing, "Bad luck!"