Chapter 1118: The Flash Marriage Heiress (102)

“So that means I have to start from the bottom, right?”

“Yes, Beibei. I believe you can do it.”

Qian Beibei nodded. “Alright, then I’ll start from the bottom. That way no one can say I’m always relying on you. Yicheng, don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you.”

After all, she had graduated from a prestigious university and had worked for many years. She refused to believe she wasn’t qualified for a position in the company.

As preparations for Luo Yicheng and Qian Beibei’s wedding got underway, they also paid a visit to the Qian family.

Seeing Qian Beibei’s protruding belly, Niu Jinlan finally compromised. Pulling her daughter aside, she was about to bring up the bride price.

She had only uttered a single word before Qian Beibei’s expression darkened.

“Mom, I advise you not to mention that matter again.”

“At least something symbolic, right?” Niu Jinlan muttered unwillingly. “I’m not asking for much. Since you’re getting married, there should at least be some gesture. Luo Yicheng isn’t poor.”

Listening to Niu Jinlan’s grumbling, Luo Yicheng was just about to say that a bride price should indeed be given.

But Qian Beibei cut him off.

“Mom, have you forgotten what happened last time? Yicheng and I are already married. We’re only holding a ceremony now. He’s still supporting me financially. Don’t push things too far.”

“Fine, fine, do whatever you want.” Niu Jinlan hadn’t intended to ask for much anyway. A hundred or two hundred thousand yuan as a token would have been enough. After all, this was still her daughter’s marriage. If she was sent off without receiving anything, who knew what people would think?

“The house… Yicheng put it under my name,” Qian Beibei whispered.

The moment Niu Jinlan heard that, her heart relaxed.

That meant Beibei had truly secured Luo Yicheng’s heart.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately stopped obsessing over the bride price.

As long as her daughter entered the Luo family and became the mistress of the household, that small amount of money meant nothing. Since Luo Yicheng’s heart belonged to Beibei, then everything he had would eventually belong to her daughter as well.

Thus, Luo Yicheng and Qian Beibei held their wedding.

Because Luo Yicheng still held considerable status, many people attended.

This was indeed an age where poverty was mocked, not immorality. Besides, Miss Tang hadn’t withdrawn her investments or openly turned against Luo Yicheng, so they had no reason not to come.

Before leaving on her world tour, Miss Tang had even reminded everyone that she still owned shares in the company and hoped everyone would continue doing business as usual.

Moreover, the company’s prospects remained bright, and business partnerships wouldn’t end simply because Luo Yicheng had divorced.

People had only hesitated before because they feared pressure from the Tang family. Since the Tangs weren’t making any moves, everyone simply pretended not to know.

Of course, in private, they still looked down on Luo Yicheng and Qian Beibei.

Especially the wealthy wives in their circles. They hated mistresses who climbed to the top and women who used children to secure their positions.

Whenever Qian Beibei attended gatherings, she was always the one who got ignored and mocked. Gradually, she stopped accompanying Luo Yicheng to such occasions.

Seeing that she refused to go, Luo Yicheng later took his mother and eldest sister instead whenever he attended. But that was a story for another time.

After the wedding, Qian Beibei proposed moving into the villa.

Luo Yicheng had long forgotten that the villa actually belonged to Tang Guo and readily agreed.

Seeing that Qian Beibei was close to giving birth, Mother Luo let it slide and allowed her to move in.

On the first day after she moved in, Luo Yicheng remembered the matter of household management and mentioned it to Qian Beibei.

“Our family has always been managed by Mom. Now that you’re pregnant and about to give birth, Mom still has to take care of you. Beibei, would you mind?”

“Of course not.” Qian Beibei looked at him reproachfully. “Yicheng, what kind of person do you take me for?”