The man who Qin Yirou called Jiahao came in with two people tailing him.
Qin Yirou’s elder cousin had popped his head in when he saw the door opened and let himself in with his wife and daughter after seeing that someone was in the house.
“Yirou, you’re in. I thought that you’ve gone out.” Qin Yirou’s elder cousin stated the obvious chuckling. As he spoke, he pulled his daughter and wife in with him.
“What brings you here?” Qin Yirou dropped the barbecue and grilling equipment she was holding and got up to ask.
“Hah, see, we heard that you’re getting married. Since we’re free today, we came to pass you your wedding gift,” Qin Yirou’s elder cousin said and entered through the door.
This elder cousin of Qin Yirou was named Lin Jiahao. He was a distant relative from Zhang Meihua’s side. Zhang Meihua had a lot of siblings, so it was only a matter of course that Qin Yirou had plenty of cousins. Among the bunch, Lin Jiahao was one of them.
With no family planning back then, the generation of Zhang Meihua’s mother, that was the generation of the mother of Yun Jian’s grandmother, were poor but they kept making children, giving birth one after another.
To Qin Yirou, her cousins were a striking number—amounting from a dozen to 20 of them—without including the cousins from her father’s side yet.
Hence, Qin Yirou did not usually keep in touch with her cousins like Lin Jiahao. When she saw him now, it was needless to say she was obviously taken aback.
Lin Jiahao was not even present when she got married to Yun Gang back then, but he had come here out of the blue today to send him and Ge Junjian a wedding gift?
Before Qin Yirou could dwell on it, Lin Jiahao came over with a red packet in his hand, passing it to her while speaking courteously, “My family doesn’t have much but we heard that you’re getting married, so we rushed here from home. We struggle to make ends meet but now that we find out you’re getting married, we made it a point to travel all this way to congratulate you properly! Heh!”
He was here with a wedding gift. According to the village customs, it was a gesture for safety and peace, as well as a token for good luck and auspiciousness. It would be rude if Qin Yirou did not accept it.
“That’s too nice of you. Come, sit down and have some tea.” After Qin Yirou accepted the red packet, she hurried to the kitchen and reappeared with a pot of hot water.
Not at all feeling awkward, Lin Jiahao wore an easy smile as he pulled his wife and daughter to sit down alongside him.
With the unannounced visit of the guests, Qin Yirou had to make tea to serve them and could not leave for the cookout in the time being.
Little Yun Zhu, Duan Li, and Duan Ya all looked disappointed but they were well-behaved enough not to throw a tantrum about it.
“Mom, are we going now?” Yun Jian came down following the voice.
“Not yet. We have guests. Let’s go later,” Qin Yirou told Yun Jian and took the pot of hot water to Lin Jiahao and his family.
Visitors were guests. Even when Qin Yirou did not have much contact with her elder cousin, Lin Jiaohao, she would serve him properly since he was already here in the house.
“This is my cousin-in-law, yes?” Lin Jiahao accepted tea from Qin Yirou and took a sip while he looked at Ge Junjian.
“That’s right.” Qin Yirou nodded looking in bliss. There was an unmistakable smile on her face.
“Then… this must be your daughter, Yun Jian?” Lin Jiahao asked with a glint in his eyes when he saw Yun Jian who came over from coming downstairs.
Qin Yirou nodded again at his question. “Yeah.”
“I heard that your daughter, Xiao Jian, is the director of New Cruise! Haha, very impressive—impressive!”