The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1208: Marriage Contract

Chapter 1208: Chapter 1208: Marriage Contract

"Miss, you’re awake," Du Man heard the voice and came in, followed by Yiyi carrying hot water.

Yang Ruxin still wanted to dress herself, but her arm just wouldn’t lift.

"Miss, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Du Man hurried over and helped her slip into the sleeves of her cotton-padded jacket.

"It’s probably because of the way I slept, my arm’s gone numb," Yang Ruxin coughed awkwardly, "It should be better after I move it around a bit..."

"I sometimes numb my arm when I’m sleeping too," Du Man said, not doubting her at all, "It’ll be fine after a while." She even pinched her arm a few times for good measure.

After a lively breakfast, Yang Ruxin glanced at Fang Dehua, "Godfather, since Gu Qingheng and I are going to get married anyway, why don’t we just take care of the marriage contract today? That way, our comings and goings together will be justified."

Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise; it was the first time anyone had spoken of arranging a marriage contract so casually, and even more so, the first time someone had personally requested one.

The marriage contract is usually something arranged by the elders of both parties; the principals themselves should not even be present.

"Xinxin, how can you be so hasty with such a matter?" Yuan Mengzhu frowned.

"Yes, Xinxin, getting married is a lifelong affair..." Dong Wenxiu also nodded in agreement.

"The wedding rituals are all formalities, whether a couple is good or not does not depend on those," Yang Ruxin waved her hand indifferently, "I think once the marriage contract is established, we’ll be recognized by law, and everything will be proper... Besides, the wedding ceremony is next month anyway..."

Gu Qingheng didn’t know what to say, he could only stare wide-eyed at the girl in front of him, silently swearing that as long as she lived, he would cherish her.

"Besides, I’ve already broken off from the Yang Family. My mother will be considered the ancestor of our branch of the Yang Family in the future, and my father is gone. I’m establishing my own household. Why can’t I arrange my own marriage contract?" Yang Ruxin looked at Fang Dehua, "Godfather, you are one of my elders now, so isn’t it the same with you present?"

"This..."

"Xinxin is right," Gu Qingheng nodded, "I have left the Gu Family, and from now on, my mother will be the ancestor of my branch. But my mother has passed away, so now I can make decisions for myself..." he paused for a moment, "Don’t worry, even though Xinxin hasn’t asked me to follow all those formalities, in the future, everything that’s mine will be hers too, I won’t keep any secrets..."

"Godfather, did you hear that? Do you have any more concerns?" Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrow slightly.

Although everyone disagreed, in the end, they proceeded according to Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng’s wishes; Fang Dehua wrote the marriage contract, with the Feng Family and Dong Wenxiu pressing their fingerprints as witnesses.

Yang Ruxin looked at the red paper covered in traditional characters, which she could now understand.

The joining of two surnames, an agreement in one hall; may this good match be everlasting, perfectly paired. Praying that the flowers that bloom tomorrow will grace a suitable room, a suitable home; foretelling years of abundant, continuous prosperity: may your future be bright and burning. Carefully, we set this lifelong promise to official record, with the hopes that the covenant of red leaves will be illuminated clearly in the wedding register.

Actually, the marriage contract should include the names of the parents, grandparents, and even maternal grandparents from both families, but at this point, it was all simplified, only including the names of the relatives both parties deemed important.

"I’ve never seen such a hastily arranged marriage contract," Fang Dehua said, quite helplessly.