"Where's the Tian Family? Just because my in-laws don't want to quibble with them doesn't mean I'll let them off. Yunniang is my rightfully wedded wife; it's not anyone else's place to bully her!" Dashun ripped the red silk from his chest and threw it away, rolling up his sleeves, ready to settle accounts with the Tian Family.
Although Qiaoqiao was under her bridal veil, she felt an indescribable sense of security from Dashun's voice.
She quickly held onto Dashun, "Let's talk about this after we are married, don't let them spoil the auspicious time."
Qiaoqiao had never felt as eager as she did at that moment, wanting to complete the wedding ceremony with Dashun.
This man was worth entrusting her life to, and she didn't want anyone to delay that.
Dashun was immediately mollified by her words.
Seeing this, the people around hurried to hang the red silk flower back on him.