"Little Jin'er, you'll go back to your maiden home tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"The wedding is about to be held, and you're still staying here. That's not proper. Go back to your maiden home first. You are the heir of the Su Family; some things must be done in accordance with tradition."
Ninth Uncle had already spoken—how could she not comply?
She couldn't. Just as she was about to agree, Lu Qing suddenly snatched her phone.
"Ninth Uncle, I'm afraid this won't work."
Mr. Jiu's tone turned cold: "What? Are you planning to break tradition?"
"This isn't a matter of tradition. We've already been married; the wedding is just a formality. There's no need to follow such customs."
"You brat, don't be so arrogant. I've already compromised when it comes to hosting the wedding, and even on this matter, you refuse to yield?"
"Ninth Uncle, this..."
