Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 561 - 563 Break Up If We Must

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Chapter 561: Chapter 563 Break Up If We Must

After Li Manzi finished singing, everyone nodded in approval, and Spirit looked at Feiyi and said, "Third brother, third sister-in-law’s singing is really nice."

Zheng Weihuai also nodded, adding, "Our classmates all like third sister-in-law a lot, her songs are classic, super nice to listen to."

"Of course," Feiyi said proudly.

"After the New Year, when we return to the Capital, we’ll have to start preparing for your wedding. How are you two planning to arrange it?" Xia Xiao asked.

Feiyi hesitated for a moment before looking at his family and saying, "Manzi and I want to have a travel wedding."

"Not hold a banquet?"

As soon as Xia Xiao’s words fell, Zheng Xianghong said, "How can you not hold a banquet? Can it even count as getting married without one?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The older generation believed that without a wedding ceremony, it wasn’t considered a real marriage.

Even though they had obtained their marriage certificate and were legally husband and wife, that was just legally, not traditionally.

Feiteng said, "Organizing a wedding ceremony is so troublesome, too much of a hassle. I think having a travel wedding is nice, I support you, third brother."

Spirit also said softly, "Actually, I think having a travel wedding is pretty good. What era are we in now? It’s not like the old days. If it were me, I too would want a travel wedding."

As soon as Spirit spoke, she received disapproving looks from Gao Guoqiang, Zheng Xianghong, Gao Jiaxing, Xia Xiao, and Gao Jiazhi, Li Xiaoting, even from Feiyang and Feiyue, and both Feiyi and Feiteng fell silent.

Feiyi felt a pins-and-needles sensation from the accusatory gazes of his family members and said, "Spirit, how can you be the same as your third brother?"

"Why can’t I be the same? I and third sister-in-law are both women."

Right after Spirit spoke, Feiyi wanted to say this had been discussed and agreed upon with his third sister-in-law, but in the end, he didn’t say it out loud, worried about his family members forming a bad impression of Li Manzi.

And Feiteng, under the watchful and reproachful gaze of his family, weakly tried to persuade Spirit, saying, "Our family doesn’t have a tradition of not holding wedding ceremonies. You can travel after the wedding, and honeymoon after the ceremony, it’s all the same."

"Yes, Spirit, isn’t it customary for young people to go on their honeymoon right after getting married? That would be nice," said Zheng Xianghong.

One after another, the family members tried to persuade Spirit, and it was obvious that they all disagreed with Spirit’s idea of not wanting to hold a wedding ceremony and only wanting to have a travel wedding.

Gao Jiaxing looked at Feiyi and said, "You can go on a travel wedding after finishing the wedding ceremony."

Feiyi nodded. At this time, where would he dare say anything else? And besides, he did not wish for his precious sister to just get married like that.

Li Manzi was different, with parents divorced and having their own families and children. Manzi had grown up with her grandparents, and now that they had passed away, she did not want to hold a wedding ceremony because it was simpler without her parents attending.

As a child, Li Manzi had been happy before her parents’ divorce, but sadly everything changed when her father’s mistress bore him a son.

After her grandparents passed away, the chubby little sister was sent abroad, eventually slimming down and turning into the great beauty she was today.

After watching the Spring Festival Gala for a while and Manzi no longer being there, Feiyi lost interest too. Shortly after, several people went up to the rooftop to set off fireworks.

At this moment, the Gao family’s fireworks crackled crisply as the brilliant fireworks released their splendor into the deep night sky.

On the rooftop, Feiyi received a call and went downstairs with a joyful curl to his lips to answer the phone, while Spirit approached Feiteng, who was staring blankly at his cell phone, and asked, "What’s wrong, has little sister-in-law not answered her phone?"

"Busy signal," Feiteng frowned.

"No reply to your text either?" Feiling asked, and seeing Feiteng’s silence, she understood and said, "Little brother, try calling again."

Feiteng called twice more and finally got through, his expression clearing a bit. Feiling watched him start to have a long phone conversation as Feiyi continued talking on the phone at the stairs for an hour without hanging up.

Meanwhile, her own phone was constantly ringing with calls and messages, but not from the one she was hoping for. Feiling’s eyes dimmed a bit.

"Second sister, let’s go play some games," Zheng Weihuai said, taking Feiling’s hand.

Just then, Feiling’s phone chimed with a new message. Her eyes brightened as she checked – it was a simple greeting text without any additional words.

Feiling didn’t respond to the message but said to Zheng Weihuai, "Let’s go play games."

So, in the middle of the night, Feiling was in her room playing video games with Zheng Weihuai, and soon, Feiteng joined the fray, playing with a ferocious intensity.

Zheng Weihuai was almost in tears as he stood up and said, "Fourth brother, second sister, you’re bullying me; I’m not playing anymore."

Zheng Weihuai was utterly defeated by Feiteng and Feiling, wailing that his brother and sister were too brutal; he didn’t want to play with them anymore.

Feiling turned to Feiteng and said, "Did you eat gunpowder or something?"

Feiteng didn’t say a word, but his complexion was poor. Feiling asked, "Little brother, what’s wrong? Did you have a fight with your sister-in-law?"

Feiteng said, "She broke up with me."

Ah, Feiling was shocked. Her little brother had been dumped.

Feiling’s eyes widened with disbelief. She and Feiteng were twins, and they looked alike. Setting aside their family background, they both had excellent education, looks, stature, and abilities. She couldn’t believe that her little brother had been broken up with.

"Could it be some kind of misunderstanding?" Feiling said.

"How would I know, hmph," Feiteng was angry, "if she wants to break up, then fine. I won’t die without her. I will never chase after a woman again in my life."

Feiling knew how much Feiteng cared for his girlfriend. He would often ask for her advice on gifts for his girlfriend, asking what girls like. So Feiling was the first to know when her little brother took a liking to a girl and was pursuing her.

But now, that girl had hurt her little brother’s heart. Feiling saw the unmistakable despair in Feiteng’s eyes and felt a surge of dissatisfaction with the girlfriend Feiteng had been dating.

The next morning, everyone knew Feiteng had been through a breakup, and on the first day of the new year, before dawn, Feiteng had driven off.

Feiling, hugging Xia Xiao, said, "Why do people get into relationships, why do they have to marry..."

Faced with such profound philosophical questions, Xia Xiao was speechless and knew that Feiling was upset because of Feiteng’s heartbreak.

Love was always something indescribable and unclear. "You just haven’t found the right person yet."

Xia Xiao said, "There is a myriad of things and a myriad of people in the world. Everyone is different. You are still young, a setback in love doesn’t mean a lifetime of defeat. Who in this world can’t live without someone else? Sometimes, don’t take yourself too seriously, but don’t underestimate yourself either. You still have parents and family. Don’t do something foolish on an emotional impulse. You and your little brother have always been close. When he comes back, talk to him as well. There are so many girls in the world; there’s no need to mourn over a woman who left you. The same goes the other way around."

Feiling nodded, thinking of the text message from the night before, she gritted her teeth as well.

That generic greeting text, forwarded directly to her, no wonder she’d ignored it. She knew what Xia Xiao was talking about, but understanding was one thing, and feelings were another altogether.