Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 392: My Little Princess Is So Beautiful!

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: My Little Princess Is So Beautiful!

"Old Huo, not bad, your leg power!"

Huo Zui quickly shot again and wiped his leg. He had always been reluctant to use the leg that had once disconnected from him, but in the urgent situation just now, he didn’t have time to think and moved instinctively.

Apparently, the strength in this leg exceeded his expectations.

As he touched the leg that had returned to him, he thought of that person. When he went to the front line, this leg was more usable than the left one, as if it contained a power that originally didn’t belong to him.

It was her gift, also her encouragement!

He originally planned to attend her wedding, but since a mission arose, he had to ask Huo Chi to help deliver the red envelope for him.

He wanted to carry her out, hand her to Jiang Xingye, but the mission before him left him no time to even think.

Gunshots rang out intensively, Huo Zui slammed his right foot onto the ground, exerting strength in his leg, and rushed forward like an arrow shot from a bowstring, "Get down!"

He lunged forward, grabbing a comrade and rolling aside, raising his hand and shooting down a sniper hiding in the tree.

Jiang Xingye also pedaled the bicycle forcefully, with the bride seated on the rear seat. The scorching July sun shone above them, time flowed slowly, and the years were peacefully good.

"Aren’t you curious how big of a red envelope Huo Zui gave?"

Xu Qinghuan tugged at his hem, "No matter how big the red envelope is, in the future we will have to return it, won’t we?"

"Us" made Jiang Xingye’s heart feel as if it was sweet with honey.

"When the time comes, we’ll give him an even bigger one," said Jiang Xingye, grateful that he hadn’t come to attend their wedding.

"Your words matter." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The two went to the county first and took photos at the photo studio.

Other couples sat upright, looking as stiff as strangers in the same photo. Xu Qinghuan and Jiang Xingye stood facing each other, simultaneously looking at the camera, her hand gently resting on Jiang Xingye’s shoulder, exuding deep affection as if they walked straight out of a Republic of China oil painting.

The photographer at the studio felt enlightened, "Beautiful, comrade, can we discuss a deal? I won’t charge for your photo, just let me print it and display it at the entrance as a sample."

Jiang Xingye gave him a chilly glance, "Even if you paid me, it wouldn’t be possible."

Paying him was impossible since the photo studio was state-owned.

These two didn’t seem short of money, so the photographer had to drop the idea. After all, the photo studio wasn’t his, so whether it made money or not didn’t much matter to him; he received a fixed salary, so why worry?

The photos would take a few days to be ready for pickup, and Jiang Xingye paid for ten prints.

The two then went to the commune to get their marriage certificate, also giving some candy to the registrar at the office.

In those days, marriage certificates looked like award certificates, without photos, containing only the names and no ID numbers, with a quotation at the top and the official seal of the issuing agency below.

Having obtained the marriage certificate, Jiang Xingye looked at it several times, eyes fixed on their names, his hand holding the "certificate" trembling slightly.

On his way back, he pedaled the bicycle rapidly.

The path was still the old one, though slightly repaired during the new road construction, it was paved with limestone pebbles—not smooth yet not bumpy either—while Xu Qinghuan hugged his waist, seated steadily.

Approaching the production team, he stopped the bike under an old elm tree, shielding them from the sun.

Xu Qinghuan, curious about what he was doing, was unaccustomed to relying on him to support the bike, insisting on dismounting. Jiang Xingye held the handlebar with one hand and embraced her with the other, speaking in a choked voice, "Huanhuan, we’re finally married."

To him, this marriage certificate finally provided security, legally validating his identity. No matter how many said he was unworthy of Xu Qinghuan, legally, he was her lawful spouse.

"Yes, we’re married!" Xu Qinghuan glanced around and seeing no one, cradled his face in her hands, leaving a kiss on his nose, "Ah Ye, made you wait long enough!"

She was only eighteen upon getting the marriage certificate, having just reached adulthood, becoming Jiang Xingye’s wife today.

He lifted her up, wrapped her in his arms, and uncontrollably spun her around.

The wind bearing floral scent swirled past them, with green mountains behind, azure sky gently dipping ahead—between heaven and earth, their happiness was pure, a complete world as long as they were together.

Jian Jingchuan stood at the village entrance to welcome them, seeing his daughter’s return, his nose tingled with emotion; his daughter hadn’t yet been raised, and she was already married.

Xu Qinghuan ran over, hugging her father’s arm, playful fingers tickling his palm, "Dad, am I beautiful today?"

"Beautiful!"

My little princess is indeed beautiful!

His eyes moistened, lifting a hand with intent to ruffle his daughter’s hair like before. But seeing it arranged maturely, he hesitated and gently patted instead.

Xu Qinghuan smiled proudly, "Last time I didn’t get a chance to mention, I have a five-courtyard residence in Yan City, planning to live there in the future. The house is decent; if left uninhabited too long, I’m worried it might deteriorate. Dad, when working in Yan City, could you occasionally stay there a few days to give the house some human presence?"

Jian Jingchuan’s slightly sentimental mood was dispelled by her innocent comment, with him chuckling, "Utilize dad to spread human presence for you? How did you come up with such an idea?"

"With your daughter’s genius brain!"

Father and daughter exchanged a smile, as if past years of separation hadn’t left a void; bonds etched in flesh and blood had always kept their heartfelt connection intact and unyielding.

Today’s witness was Zhang Changqing, speaking before the newlyweds, "Comrade Jiang Xingye and Comrade Xu Qinghuan are two remarkably outstanding young people from Anguang County; they possess knowledge, courage, and responsibility—not only leading Shangjiang Team but also the members of Red Flag Commune toward prosperity, forging a path of adventurous era; today I’m honored to serve as their witness, a privilege indeed, and on behalf of Anguang County, I thank both comrades, and we shall continue to strive forward!"

Applause thundered.

Those gathered to witness the ceremony praised the couple.

Discussions also arose endlessly.

"Did you see the ones in military uniforms, or those in white shirts? They are relatives from Xu Qinghuan’s side."

"Heard Xu Qinghuan’s father is quite something."

"Isn’t he supposed to have sacrificed himself?"

"Didn’t sacrifice, apparently executing a secret mission, so risky they didn’t inform Xu Qinghuan."

"Goodness, if alive, wouldn’t he be promoted to a high rank?"

"Certainly."

"Jiang Xingye truly hit a lucky break marrying such a virtuous bride; the Jiang family tomb must be emitting smoke."

During the feast, Jiang Chengfa, Grandmother Huo, Jian Jingchuan, Wang Yueze, Li Shouzhi, and other military personnel shared a table, the liveliest one, reminiscing about battlefield stories, with past or present heroes fondly recalling.

Zhang Changqing and other local leaders were relegated to listening sidelines.

Such scenes naturally sparked remarks among Shangjiang Team members.

The educated youth were divided into two tables, with Lu Nianying and Kong Lijuan not missing this golden opportunity; both contributed fifty cents for the gift and joined in, though regrettably, even when speaking of factory matters, they found little room to join the conversation.