However, what Tian Junxue did not anticipate was that the birth of Du Qingyue was not the beginning of her new life but rather the onset of another nightmare...
It seed customary for large families to favor boys over girls. When Tian Junxue was pregnant, the elder of the Du Family frequently stepped in to support her, bowing and praying daily, hoping for a big grandson.
But when this hope was dashed, the elder's attitude reversed, and he even hoped his son Du Zhixiang would divorce Tian Junxue to carry on the family line.
Finally, when Du Qingyue was five years old, this unfortunate woman, seemingly born with original sin, passed away amidst depression and overwhelming stress.
After hearing Jiang Yixin's account, Xiao Feng was montarily silent; he hadn't imagined Du Qingyue would have such a tragic background.
"So, if you really like Qingyue, treat her well." Jiang Yixin said, then picked up chopsticks and continued eating.
Xiao Feng pondered for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you know anyone who can make custom banners?"
Jiang Yixin was montarily stunned, then nodded.
Like Lanyue Group, large companies frequently conduct promotional activities, making custom banners and billboards a routine affair, and advertising companies surely offer such services.
Nevertheless, Jiang Yixin couldn't comprehend why Xiao Feng suddenly asked this question; was he going to send a banner to soone?
Xiao Feng didn't intend to explain in detail. After getting the advertising company's contact information, he quickly finished his al and went to the room on the first floor to make a phone call.
Soone who has witnessed too much slaughter and too many life-and-death separations becos numb in spirit, often referred to as cold-blooded.
Xiao Feng was weary of such a life and chose to return ho.
Though whether he was truly cold-blooded was debatable, ordinary matters could hardly stir great waves in his heart.
He used to say nothing outside life-and-death issues mattered, but after hearing about Tian Junxue's story from Jiang Yixin, his viewpoint began to change, feeling he should at least cherish the kindness given by others.
...
Early the next morning.
The leaders of Jiangcheng's Civil Affairs Bureau were almost fainting with fright upon seeing the caras set up outside, along with dia reporters with caras.
In this era where self-dia is highly developed, the speed of information dissemination is often unimaginable.
Similar administrative departnts, once any negative news breaks, the main person in charge could face suspension or investigation. If things are uncovered, it would be impossible to suppress without exceptional ans.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, the leaders of the civil affairs bureau imdiately sought to understand what happened, checking for recent incidents of poor attitude or argunts.
However, after an investigation, all departnts reported no such occurrences, leaving the leaders bewildered, yet internally cursing, "Are you dia folks just bored and causing trouble?"
Just then, a man and a woman walked out of the civil bureau's main entrance, the man exuding charisma, the woman a beauty like no other, together appearing like a match made in heaven, instantly drawing the attention of many.
The dia at the entrance, upon seeing these two, imdiately sward forward, vying to reach them first, like hungry wolves spotting prey, afraid they'd miss even a sip of the soup.
"Hello, Mr. Du, I am a reporter from Jiangcheng Evening News. On your joyous day, you must have a lot to say, right?" A female reporter extended the microphone to Du Qingyue.
Du Qingyue smiled and said, "There's a lot to say, but it all boils down to one sentence..."
She glanced at Xiao Feng beside her: "We are married!"
Other dia outlets also eagerly started asking questions, which Du Qingyue answered smoothly, as these were pre-prepared questions.
But just as the interview was about to end, a large group with mobile phones crowded forward, each shouting questions.
These were different from newspaper or TV reporters; they ca from self-dia platforms or online influencers, with incredibly tricky questions.
"Mr. Du, how did you et your husband?"
"What did your husband do that moved you the most?"
"How many children do you plan to have after marriage? Will it affect your work?"
These types of questions kept piling up, asking anything and everything, leaving Du Qingyue a bit at a loss as she hadn't prepared for them.
In the end, whether Xiao Feng or Du Qingyue, they underestimated the extent these people would go for eyeballs and traffic.
Just as Du Qingyue thought of leaving without concern, Xiao Feng stepped forward and said, "Speaking of my story with my wife, it's one that you wouldn't finish in three days and nights. If everyone wants, I can share a couple of lines."
Right after he spoke, all the caras were aid at Xiao Feng.
Du Qingyue's pressure suddenly reduced, but she couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding.
Only to hear Xiao Feng said, "We knew each other since we were young, basically childhood sweethearts, innocent companions. We went to school together in kindergarten, went ho together, and did howork together..."
Xiao Feng recounted their shared daily life from kindergarten, only reaching high school after half an hour.
"Um, I'm a bit thirsty, anyone has water? Give a bottle." Xiao Feng interrupted, feeling genuinely exhausted after talking nonstop for half an hour.
A female reporter in front took out a bottle of mineral water from her bag and handed it to Xiao Feng, sighing, "It's hard to believe that in this materialistic era, there can still be such a touching love story!"
"If heaven could grant such a romance, I'd willingly give up everything I have!"
After these words, many won nodded in deep agreent.
Du Qingyue's expression remained unchanged, but inside she was already turbulent, thinking these literary young won were overly sentintal.
Could they really believe such things blatantly borrowed from romance novels?
After another half hour, Xiao Feng finally concluded his story about eting, knowing, and falling in love with Du Qingyue.
Those self-dia female reporters reluctantly bid farewell, promising to report truthfully, with even a few wiping tears, leaving Jiang Yixin, inside the car, dumbfounded, feeling an urge to lower the window and ask: Are you all serious?
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