The Jiang family’s courtyard was already filled with people.

The sound of firecrackers had just faded, leaving red paper scraps scattered across the ground. Villagers crowded around the entrance, all coming to “rub in some good luck” from the wedding.

The Shen family didn’t hold back at all—sweets were handed out generously, making the whole scene even more lively.

At this moment, Jiang Ling had already been brought into the Shen household.

The courtyard was decorated with red cloth and festive paper cuttings. Even the atmosphere felt brighter than usual, as if the whole place had been washed in celebration.

Villagers kept craning their necks to look in, whispering among themselves.

“Look at that… the Shen family is really generous.”

“Five tables for a wedding banquet? That’s unheard of in our village.”

Inside the house, everything was bustling with preparation. Smoke from cooking drifted out of the kitchen, and laughter could be heard from the yard.

Compared to the cold, calculating atmosphere of the Jiang family, this place felt completely different.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ling had just stepped down from the jeep.

She instinctively adjusted her sleeve, still a little unused to all the attention.

Beside her, Shen Yan stood tall and steady, his presence blocking most of the curious gazes from the crowd.

He didn’t say much, but the way he stood there made it clear—he was protecting her.

A few village women looked over, whispering enviously.

“Look at that bride… the Shen family even used a jeep to pick her up.”

“Where in our village have you ever seen that kind of treatment?”

Jiang Ling didn’t care about the chatter. Her attention drifted slightly toward the house ahead.

This was her new home now.

And beside her, Shen Yan suddenly lowered his voice, calm but firm.

“Let’s go in.”

There was no hesitation in his tone.

Just certainty.