Chapter 472: Because She’s Worth It

Wang Yun had been planning this trip for two days already.

He needed more time with Xiao Yanran. Otherwise, who knew when they’d next get a chance to see each other?

If he stayed in Magic City, he’d only be able to meet her after work each day and that wasn’t enough. Not for him.

So the best solution was to have her take time off so they could travel together.

Fortunately, getting her leave approved went smoothly. Xiao Yanran’s team leader was a sensible person. Even though Yanran simply said she had family matters to take care of and needed a week off, her team leader didn’t question it—just nodded and approved.

Clearly, she understood everything without needing it spelled out.

The next day, Wang Yun set off on a road trip with Xiao Yanran.

Their destination was a coastal city. Originally, they’d planned to fly, but Wang Yun couldn’t bear to miss the scenery along the way.

So they drove.

This also gave them the chance to pick up Mao Xiao Gang and Mao Yangyang.

Wang Yun had called them yesterday. The two had their wedding banquet the next day and were planning a short trip afterward. It was perfect timing.

So Wang Yun decided to take Yanran to the wedding banquet first, and afterward, the four of them could travel together.

Yanran had no objections at all.

As she put it, “As long as I’m with you, I’d even do wilderness survival. You’re the one who helped those two get together? Then you’re basically their matchmaker!”

Yanran sat in the passenger seat, listening eagerly as Wang Yun recounted his adventure in Mao Village.

Her face was lit with excitement, though there was worry in her eyes too.

Hearing how Wang Yun had been chased by more than twenty people and had to climb over walls and rooftops, she couldn’t help but imagine what could’ve happened if something had gone wrong.

Wang Yun kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand holding Yanran’s.

“Yeah. They insisted I attend the wedding. Otherwise, I’d have just sent a red envelope and been done with it.”

When it came to friends, Wang Yun was generous.

He’d directly wired two million yuan to Xiao Gang’s card.

For most people, that was an astronomical sum, but to Wang Yun, it was just a drop in the bucket.

After ten hours of driving, they finally arrived at Mao Xiaogang’s home.

It was remarkable—when Wang Yun had last visited, the house had barely taken shape.

Now, it was nearly finished. The exterior walls were painted, and everything was drying under the cool evening air.

“Boss! Sis-in-law!”

Xiao Gang had been waiting at the village entrance for ages.

As soon as he saw Wang Yun’s car, he ran over with a beaming smile.

Yangyang stood beside him, equally overjoyed. She was deeply grateful to Wang Yun—without him, there’d be no them.

“You’re the groom tomorrow. What are you doing running out here to greet us? Has Old Hu arrived yet?” Wang Yun asked.

The four of them piled into the car and headed into the village.

“He’s here, he’s here. Probably passed out by now. He’s been drinking since noon, shouting that he has to see the boss before he sleeps.”

Xiao Gang sat in the back, practically glowing with excitement. This was, hands down, the happiest day of his life.

“That guy… seriously. I’m not drinking tonight. Gotta be up early to help you pick up your bride tomorrow. Just arrange a room for the two of us.”

They chatted as the car pulled to a stop.

Even before they stepped into the yard, the strong scent of baijiu wafted out to meet them.

Here in the countryside, there was a custom: the drinking started at noon the day before the wedding and continued all the way until the following evening. But since Xiaogang had already agreed to travel with Wang Yun, they planned to leave in the afternoon after the noon banquet. His parents would handle the evening reception.

“Hey, Wang Yun! You’re finally here! Old Hu’s passed out from drinking!”

The moment they stepped through the gate, Mao Liang—Xiao Gang’s father—came over with a wide grin and grabbed Wang Yun’s hand in greeting.

“Old Hu talks a big game, but he can’t hold his liquor. Uncle, you might want to take it easy too, tomorrow’s the big day.”

Wang Yun looked at Mao Liang’s flushed face and smiled.

Mao Liang nodded enthusiastically, though his words were already starting to slur.

Xiao Gang stepped forward and tugged on his father’s arm, then shot Wang Yun a meaningful look.

“Boss, your room’s upstairs—the best one, of course. You and Sis-in-law head up first. I’ll join you once I’ve seen the guests off. Otherwise, if Yangyang’s brother sees you, he’ll definitely drag you off for drinks,” Xiao Gang said quickly.

Yangyang stood beside him, nodding apologetically.

“Alright, you go handle things.”

Wang Yun didn’t waste time. He grabbed the luggage and headed upstairs.

After a whole day of driving, he was indeed exhausted.

And it was already ten at night.

Yanran, who had been “tormented” by him these past few days, was running on fumes herself.

After a quick wash, she collapsed into bed.

When they next opened their eyes, it was already seven the next morning.

Downstairs was bustling with activity. Xiao Gang was ready and waiting to head to Yangyang’s house to fetch the bride.

Since everyone lived in the same village, they didn’t bother with the traditional wedding cars.

When Wang Yun came downstairs, Xiao Gang handed him a best man’s vest.

Yanran followed close behind, and the entire party marched grandly toward the bride’s home.

Old Hu shouted cheerfully the entire way.

Every villager they passed offered their congratulations—and received a box of cigarettes in return.

Normally, weddings only handed out candy. But Xiaogang wasn’t about to do things halfway. He was going to marry Yangyang in style.

Because—

She was worth it.