"You mean I'm marrying Jing Jia tomorrow?"
Upon hearing that he was getting married tomorrow, Ji Shiyou's first thought was of his fiancée, Jing Jia.
"Brother, pay attention, it's unhygienic!
Jing Jia? What are you thinking about!
The day you were rescued, no one from the Jing family showed up.
As soon as news of your coma spread, that old fox Jing Yide found your grandmother and broke off the engagement.
He even issued a statement to the media, announcing the annulment of your engagement with Jing Jia.
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have helped him and let the Jing Group go bankrupt."
Jun Hui wiped the milk from his face. He had originally intended to tease Ji Shiyou about being jilted, but as he spoke, he recalled Jing Yide's ingratitude and felt indignant on Ji Shiyou's behalf.
Ji Shiyou and Jing Jia had been betrothed since childhood. A few years ago, the Jing Group's capital chain broke, and it faced bankruptcy.
It was Ji Shiyou who, with a wave of his hand, injected ten billion yuan into the Jing Group, saving it from ruin.
Ji Shiyou had only fallen into a coma, and the Jing family was quick to distance themselves. They were truly heartless.
"If it's broken off, it's broken off. I helped the Jing Group out of respect for my mother.
We'll discuss the Jing Group's issues later.
Can you first tell this groom who the bride marrying me tomorrow is?"
Ji Shiyou was now desperate to know where his impulsive grandmother had found someone willing to marry him while he was on the verge of death, during his coma.
"I don't know. I only know the bride's name is Ming Yue, and Grandma Ji brought her back from the mountains. I don't know anything else.
Grandma Ji brought her back mysteriously, not letting anyone see her, and not revealing any information."
It wasn't that Madam Ji didn't want to reveal information, but she also didn't know Ming Yue's background.
Ming Yue initially refused to marry him, but after much persuasion, she finally agreed. Madam Ji dared not ask too many questions,
fearing she might anger Ming Yue and she would refuse to marry, in which case her precious grandson might not wake up.
Master Qing Lan had only informed her by phone and was eager to attend his idol's concert, so he didn't elaborate.
When Madam Ji went to Qixing Mountain to pick up Ming Yue, she was also absent.
Therefore, no one knew Ming Yue's origins.
"However, you should be grateful to this Ming Yue.
Your grandmother heard from someone that a 'chongxi' (a ritual to ward off bad luck and bring good fortune, often through marriage) could help you wake up.
So she found her. At first, I thought it was just a foolish act, but yesterday, you got your marriage certificate.
And you woke up today. It's truly miraculous. Even if she's just a village girl from the mountains,
she's still your savior. You can't be ungrateful, you must treat her well."
Jun Hui's incessant chatter gave Ji Shiyou a headache.
Master Qing Lan had already retired and did not wish to be disturbed.
Therefore, she instructed Madam Ji not to reveal that she was the one who saved Ji Shiyou.
Otherwise, her followers would think she had come out of retirement and would gather at Qixing Mountain to seek an audience.
This would inconvenience her travels and affect her cultivation.
So, everyone assumed that Madam Ji, in her eagerness to save Ji Shiyou, had found a poor girl from some remote corner and paid her to marry her grandson for 'chongxi'.
"You believe in superstitious things like 'chongxi'? However, the wedding is indeed a good opportunity.
After the wedding, give her some compensation and send her away.
It's just that Grandma was a bit reckless. She got the marriage certificate, which means she'll be a second-time bride when she remarries."
Ji Shiyou frowned, surprised that he had already registered his marriage with a woman he had never met.
However, anyone willing to marry someone who was dying must be after money. He would compensate her generously then.
At this moment, Zhen Lu also returned after showering and changing clothes. He hadn't gone to sleep yet.
The three of them discussed the details for tomorrow. Ji Shiyou personally called Madam Ji.
Upon receiving her grandson's call, Madam Ji was overjoyed, constantly praising Ming Yue for being a good omen and a lucky star, as Ji Shiyou had woken up right after they got their marriage certificate.
She repeatedly instructed Ji Shiyou to cherish his wife and not to mistreat her.
She also wanted him to take Ming Yue to the hospital to see him, as she was anxious to see her grandson awake.
Besides, the young couple should get to know each other before their wedding.
"Grandma, I know you've worked hard preparing for the wedding, so please don't trouble yourself further.
Don't tell anyone that I've woken up yet. I'll attend the wedding myself tomorrow, which will be a surprise for her."
If they knew he was awake, those annoying people in the family would also come to the hospital to bother him.
After tomorrow, his plan would officially begin, and he wanted a quiet night.
"Alright, alright, Grandma won't tell anyone. I'll cooperate with you."
The old lady was so happy that her grandson was awake that she couldn't stop smiling and would agree to any request.
Originally, for tomorrow's wedding, since Ji Shiyou was in a coma, the plan was for Ming Yue to walk alone.
She always felt indebted to Ming Yue. She never expected her grandson to not only wake up but also be able to attend the wedding in person. This made her overjoyed.
The old lady felt even more grateful to Ming Yue and was determined to make the wedding perfect.
So, after hanging up the phone, she pulled her son along and gathered the wedding preparation team again.
She decided to elevate the wedding's grandeur. Although there was only one day and one night left, which was a bit tight,
with the Ji family's status and wealth, money could move mountains, and power could command obedience. Nothing was impossible.
She was determined not to mistreat Ming Yue and to host a top-tier wedding so that her precious grandson and granddaughter-in-law's wedding would be without regret.
While the energized Madam Ji was directing her troops, Ji Shiyou in his hospital room was also strategizing.
Ming Yue, on the third floor of the old Ji family mansion, was in a daze, thinking about getting married tomorrow.
She regretted agreeing to her master's request to get married on impulse.
Since being brought back from Qixing Mountain by Madam Ji, she had been treated like a bodhisattva and housed on the third floor of this villa.
She hadn't had a moment's peace for days.
Trying on wedding dresses, wedding shoes, choosing jewelry, undergoing beauty treatments – it was all so tiresome.
By the time it was all over, her eyes were almost blind.
The entire room was decorated in bright red, which made her feel dizzy. She went out onto the balcony to get some fresh air.
She didn't like these things and didn't feel any joy from them.
She didn't feel that such a life helped improve her state of mind either.
Simply put, she was bored and felt she had made a foolish decision.
The old Ji family mansion was a vast estate. She remembered that when she entered,
the car drove for about ten minutes after passing the main gate before reaching the villa where she was currently staying.
They had even passed a small lake, its water clear and rippling.
Ming Yue wanted to go there for a stroll, so she went downstairs for the first time, walked through the first-floor hall, and intended to go outside.
"Coming from a remote village, you have no manners. Don't you know to announce yourself?"
At that moment, a voice came from the sofa in the living room. Ming Yue turned her head to look.
It was Zhao Xinning, sitting there with a dark expression, looking at her with disdain.
Zhao Xinning had been holding back for several days. This country bumpkin had entered the Ji family three days ago.
And that old hag had arranged for her to stay on the third floor. Why?
She was currently the wife of Ji Dechun and the nominal mistress of the Ji family,
but in this household, she, Ji Shigong, and He Ling were not allowed to go above the third floor.
They could only move around on the first and second floors. Yet, this bumpkin was allowed on the third floor.
For her, this was a blatant slap in the face.