Chapter 11: I won’t lose if I marry you, register

This time, Tian Yongmei really couldn’t save face anymore. Even with Song Jianjun sitting right there, she couldn’t hold back her anger and moved toward Wang Huimin.
“You little brat, are you insane?! Don’t think just because you’re getting married, I can’t control you anymore!”

Wang Qingcai quickly pulled her back.
“Yongmei, what are you doing? Getting mad out of nowhere in front of a guest like this?”

Seeing that Wang Huimin was about to suffer, Song Jianjun immediately stepped forward to shield her.
“Auntie Wang, Xiao Min is about to marry me. I don’t want her to be hurt. It’s just a few words—calm down, please.”

It sounded like he was trying to defuse the situation, but the underlying message was clear: Wang Huimin was about to be his woman, and Tian Yongmei no longer had the right to lay a hand on her.

As much as Tian Yongmei disliked her daughter, she had to restrain her temper in front of this “buyer.” After all, the girl was leaving soon—no point offending Song Jianjun now, especially when the bride price was at stake.

She forced out a fake smile.
“You’re right, Jianjun. I just got so worked up by this mouthy girl. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Any day for the wedding is fine. If you want to take her now, go ahead.”
“But you’ve seen her temper—she’s never been easy to manage. After she joins your family, you’ll need to keep her in line. Don’t worry, no matter how you deal with her, we won’t interfere.”

Those words, coming from her own mother, were vicious—she was practically encouraging Song Jianjun to abuse Wang Huimin after marriage. Anyone listening would think Wang Huimin was her enemy.

Even Wang Qingcai felt her words were off.
“Yongmei, what are you saying? Right or wrong, Xiao Min is still our daughter. Don’t say things like that just because you’re angry.”

He turned to Song Jianjun,
“Don’t mind your aunt, Jianjun—she’s just upset. Xiao Min might not be the most talented, but she’s capable with all kinds of household chores. She’ll surely be a diligent wife and take good care of the family.”
“You two are together now—anything that comes up, talk it through. As long as your days together are good, that’s what matters most. The wedding is settled—pick any date you want, we won’t object.”

Wang Qingcai had initially wanted to say they’d prepare some dowry, but seeing Tian Yongmei’s dark expression, he didn’t dare open his mouth.

This weak man let his wife control everything inside and out of the household, pouring all their resources into his sister-in-law’s daughter while failing to protect his own child.

Wang Huimin had long given up hope in him and didn’t want to hear another word. She opened the cabinet, grabbed her ID and household registration booklet, and pulled Song Jianjun with her as she walked out.

Behind them, Tian Yongmei’s furious yelling continued to ring out:
“Why are you pulling me back?! Did you see that? That dead girl is so determined! Disgusting little tramp! Useless piece of trash!”
“Can’t wait to go off with him—how did I give birth to something like that?! That temper of hers is just like yours! She’s a disgrace to the whole family!”

Wang Qingcai was helpless in the face of her rage. Clumsy with words, all he could do was hold her back and stop her from chasing after them.

As Wang Huimin and Song Jianjun walked farther away, the yelling faded into the distance.

As for Tian Yongmei’s harsh words, Wang Huimin treated them like farts in the wind—not worth her time. She even had the energy to ask Song Jianjun cheerfully,
“I left in such a hurry I forgot to ask—did you bring your ID and household registration booklet?”

Song Jianjun’s expression was a little awkward.
“No, I didn’t. We’ll have to go back to my place to get them.”

Wang Huimin replied, “Alright, let’s go get them then.”

Song Jianjun tried to reassure her.
“Don’t take your mom’s words to heart. It’s okay if they don’t give you any dowry. I’ll tidy up the house these next couple of days—I’ll do my best to make sure you won’t be wronged.”

A smile finally appeared on Wang Huimin’s face.
“I never cared about what she says. If I did, I wouldn’t have survived this long.”
“But thanks for caring. Don’t worry, our life will only get better from here. You won’t regret marrying me.”

The way she said it made it sound like she wasn’t a person, but a commodity he bought and shouldn’t expect to be disappointed with. Song Jianjun wanted to refute that, but didn’t know how.

He never treated marriage as a joke. Once he made a decision, he took it seriously. But knowing what the Wang family had done, he understood Wang Huimin’s pain and decided it was best not to say anything more.

Even with a bad leg, Song Jianjun walked quickly, and they were back at the Song house in no time.

At that moment, Song Fu was still sulking at home, feeling itchy all over. He’d spent the night at the East Bridge getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, refusing to go home.

Eventually, Song Jianjun had to go out and drag him back, apply some medicine, and give him a long talk. The situation had passed—more or less.

But now, seeing Wang Huimin, Song Fu’s anger flared up again. He gave her a fierce glare and stormed off to the inner room without even greeting his uncle.

Seeing this, Song Jianjun explained,
“Xiao Min, Xiao Fu’s just not ready to accept everything yet. Don’t take it personally—he’ll come around in time.”

Wang Huimin smiled.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be family from now on—I won’t take it to heart.”

And she really didn’t care. After all, that scumbag was going to marry Zhang Chunyan and suffer for it. A chaotic, miserable life was waiting for him, and she couldn’t wait to sit back and enjoy the show.

Song Jianjun found the documents, and the two of them left for the village committee.

After yesterday’s drama, the entire village already knew what had happened. So when they saw Song Jianjun and Wang Huimin arriving with household booklets to register their marriage, no one was surprised.

The brigade secretary even congratulated them.

At that time, marriage certificates were simple: a large red paper form. Once the couple’s names were written on it and stamped, it was official.

Holding the freshly issued marriage certificate, Wang Huimin couldn’t help feeling emotional.

In her previous life, it had been Song Fu she’d come here with. She had been miserable.

As soon as they’d left the committee office, Song Fu had started scolding her—just because she hadn’t looked happy during the registration.

Now, holding the same kind of certificate, but standing next to Song Jianjun, her life path had completely changed. No one could force her, control her, or hurt her again.

Getting a second chance and rewriting her life with her own hands—what a gift.

Before she realized it, Song Jianjun was already leading her out of the office.

Seeing her unusual expression, Song Jianjun asked,
“Xiao Min, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy?”

Wang Huimin looked up at him with a bright smile and kept glancing at the certificate in her hands.
“I’m not unhappy—I’m overjoyed. Marrying you is the happiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Song Jianjun thought she was just happy because marrying him meant she was finally free from the Wang family’s control—no longer being sold off like goods.

“As long as you’re happy. From now on, whether you want to deal with your family or not, it’s up to you. They can’t do anything to you anymore. By the way—are you still planning to move in two days from now?”