Reborn, I choose to register my marriage with the diva.

Chapter 541 I'm Not a Principle

“Uncle, it is indeed very late now. Rongrong is worried about us.” Yu Huan said with a warm smile, while quickly putting her phone into her pocket.

The two walked leisurely and unhurriedly toward the elevator.

Uncle suddenly sighed, "Yourong is such a thoughtful and considerate child. Xiaoyu, let me add one more thing: in today's society, there are all sorts of temptations. It's always best to have your original spouse. You must cherish Rongrong."

Yu Huan looked serious and determined, and said, "Uncle, don't worry. I see and remember all the good things Rongrong has done for me, and I will never let her down."

My uncle grinned, revealing his prominent gold teeth.

He neither confirmed nor denied this assurance, but instead said, "Starting a business isn't just about working hard in silence. You've certainly done a good job in terms of interpersonal relationships. While having your own abilities is crucial, connections are equally invaluable resources. As the old saying goes, 'The more friends you have, the more paths you have,' and that's absolutely true."

Yu Huan listened to her uncle's earnest advice after drinking, nodded in agreement, and pressed the up button.

Just then, an elevator stopped on the second basement level. With a crisp "ding," the doors opened instantly.

Yu Huan quickly stepped forward, blocked the door frame with her hand, and waited for her drunken uncle to step into the sedan chair first before following him in.

The elevator doors closed, the car began to ascend, and a feeling of being overweight gradually enveloped Yu Huan.

Before long, they arrived at the fifteenth floor.

After exiting the elevator, Yu Huan walked quickly to the door and rang the doorbell.

In just a few seconds, with a soft "click," the door was pushed open from the inside out.

Old Lin stood at the door with a big smile, greeting everyone warmly: "Hey, you've finally arrived! How did the business go? Come in, come in."

As he spoke, he took a step back, making room for him.

Before he could get a response, Old Lin twitched his nostrils and immediately smelled the alcohol emanating from his uncle.

Upon closer inspection of her uncle's flushed face, she jokingly remarked, "You must have had quite a bit tonight, right? Your face is as red as a monkey's bottom."

"I only had a tiny bit to drink. It's rare to get together with my old friends, so I'm happy!" My uncle waved his hand with a smile and stepped into the house.

"dad."

Yu Huan called out and followed closely behind her uncle, gently closing the door behind her.

"Eh."

Old Lin nodded with a smile, and after they changed into their slippers, he led them to the living room.

At this moment, the mother-in-law and Lin Yourong were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Hearing the noise, the two of them turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

"Old Wei, our honored guests have arrived!" His mother-in-law called out with a smile, and quickly stood up. "It's getting late, let me pour you a glass of water, so you won't have trouble sleeping tonight if you drink tea."

My uncle grinned, showing off his big gold teeth, and nodded: "Anything is fine with me."

The voice just fell.

He then looked at Lin Yourong and continued with a smile, "Yourong, it's your birthday today. Your uncle didn't prepare any gift for you, but here's a red envelope..."

As he spoke, his uncle walked straight up to Lin Yourong, unzipped his jacket, and pulled out a thick red envelope from his inner pocket.

Lin Yourong was slightly taken aback, and quickly waved her hand, saying, "Uncle, what are you doing? Didn't we agree at noon that we wouldn't accept red envelopes?"

Her uncle gently tossed the red envelope onto the sofa beside her and said, "You child, you only have one birthday a year, and since your uncle is here, I definitely have to give you this red envelope. Just take it."

Old Lin stood to the side with a smile, half-jokingly interjecting, "You Rong, just accept it. Your uncle recently landed a big project and is quite wealthy now, so don't be polite with him."

Lin Yourong chuckled, picked up the red envelope as instructed, and nodded in agreement, "Uncle, then I won't be polite!"

"As long as you don't mind it being too little," my uncle said cheerfully, waving his hand.

The group sat down on the sofa amidst laughter and conversation.

Yu Huan stood close to Lin Yourong.

After a busy day, he felt sleepy and couldn't help but open his mouth wide and yawn, his eyes instantly welling up with tears.

"If you're sleepy, let's go back to sleep first?" Lin Yourong said softly with concern.

Yu Huan gently rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and replied, "No rush, let's sit for a while longer."

"Hmm." Lin Yourong nodded her chin.

When family members gather together, they feel especially comfortable.

My uncle was completely drunk by now, slumped on the sofa, his eyes glazed over, chatting idly.

As they talked, the topic turned to Lin Yourong.

He asked, "You Rong, I heard you're going to Yanjing these days to participate in the CCTV Lantern Festival Gala?"

Lin Yourong nodded slightly, a gentle smile on her face, and replied softly, "Uncle, that's right. Recording will officially begin this Saturday, and we plan to fly there on Friday."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a rhythmic snore suddenly broke the silence.

The young couple looked in the direction of the sound in unison, their gazes passing over Old Lin who was sitting to the side.

My uncle's head was tilted slightly to one side, his mouth was open, and he was already half asleep on the sofa.

"That old Wei, really... he can't hold his liquor. He should drink less when he's out." The mother-in-law muttered to herself, then stood up and walked towards the guest room. "I'll go get him a blanket."

Old Lin couldn't help but chuckle when he saw his uncle's expression.

Then he turned to Lin Yourong beside him and asked with concern, "Yourong, tomorrow is Thursday, are you going to the TV station to record a program?"

“Yes.” Lin Yourong nodded her chin.

"Then you should go back and rest early. I think Xiao Yu is really sleepy too." Old Lin said, bending down slightly to pick up the remote control from the coffee table and turn down the TV volume.

In an instant, the living room became exceptionally quiet, with only my uncle's even snoring.

Upon hearing this, Yu Huan gently released Lin Yourong's hand, stood up, stretched lazily, and then said, "Dad, you should get some rest too."

After saying goodbye to the elderly couple, the young couple went out hand in hand and took the elevator to the underground parking garage.

Yu Huan got into the driver's seat, turned the key, and started the engine.

As he released the handbrake, he said, "Practice makes perfect. Tomorrow will be your third time recording 'I Am a Singer,' and you even came in first place before. This episode's choice of 'Flowers in the Water' is within your comfort zone, so it shouldn't be too much pressure for you, right?"

Lin Yourong fastened her seatbelt and responded with a smile, "There isn't that much pressure, but I'll still try my best."

Yu Huan reached out and patted her thigh, laughing, "You're the best in my heart!" "Mmm." Lin Yourong's smile deepened, and she sweetly tugged at the back of his hand.

The BMW drove out of the garage and onto the main road.

Yu Huan placed both hands on the steering wheel and gently pressed the accelerator, allowing the little BMW to move forward at a leisurely pace.

During the nearly twenty-minute drive, to avoid getting too tired, he chatted with Lin Yourong about what he had seen and heard that evening, as well as the various plans for the catering project.

He also mentioned that he had earned some money from the demolition compensation and his own investments, which was enough to support his investments...

The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone through the car window and fell on the two of them.

Lin Yourong glanced at Yu Huan's slightly excited expression and suddenly said, "Darling, I have a lot of cash in my account right now. I'll transfer one million to you first."

"Huh?" Yu Huan was taken aback, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other unconsciously scratching her head. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Lin Yourong said half-jokingly, "What's wrong with that? I promised to give you three million this year, so with this one million added on, I won't owe you anything!"

Seeing that the road ahead was empty and there were no cars, Yu Huan quickly glanced at Lin Yourong and met her bright almond-shaped eyes.

Lin Yourong smiled sweetly at him.

Yu Huan quickly turned her head and focused on the road again.

For a moment, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

His lips moved slightly, and after a while he said, "There's really no need. I already have plenty of funds."

"I also want to contribute my share in a real way. I have a lot of confidence in you, darling, you will definitely succeed!" Lin Yourong said with a smile, gently patting Yu Huan's shoulder. "And then, you'll have a considerable amount of royalties to back you up. Go for it boldly and strive to make it bigger and stronger!"

Yu Huan felt a surge of warmth in her heart at her wife's unwavering support, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears.

He sighed softly and silently, then a smile appeared on his lips. He tried to lighten his tone and said jokingly, "Thank you so much for your support, my dear wife. I really have no way to repay you. It seems I can only repay you with my body."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong gave him a coquettish glare and said angrily, "Go away, go away! What do you mean by offering yourself in return? I don't care!"

The little BMW drove slowly and steadily towards home...

Friday, the sun was gradually setting in the west.

After the party, Yu Huan finally finished her busy week of work, and now she had a rare two-day holiday.

He returned to his office and methodically tidied up the scattered documents on his desk.

After finishing tidying up, he turned to look out the window and saw that the white clouds were dyed in different shades of orange-red by the setting sun. Such a beautiful scene made him feel particularly relaxed.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Yu Huan immediately raised her voice and said loudly, "Please come in."

"Brother Yu!" Wang Xianjiao opened the door with a cheerful smile, and then turned around and gently closed the door behind her.

Yu Huan was taking out a mask from her pocket, preparing to put it on and leave, when she simply asked, "Wang Xianjiao, is there something you need? I have to catch my flight, so please get to the point."

"Oh?" Wang Xianjiao's smile faded slightly, and she quickly said, "It's nothing serious, I'm just really looking forward to seeing you on TV tonight, and I heard that your adapted Mongolian folk song 'Night in Ulaanbaatar' won first place! I'm so excited! Also, by the way, when can I go to your studio to report for duty?"

Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The resignation process takes at least a month in principle."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xianjiao glanced back at the tightly closed door, then said to Yu Huan with a sly look, "Brother Yu, you're Editor-in-Chief Lin's son-in-law, can't you make an exception and do me a little work so I can go to my sister-in-law's studio and make my mark sooner!"

"There's really no way to do it; it's not a matter of principle for me."

Wang Xianjiao chuckled.

Yu Huan put the mask strap over her ears and continued with a smile, "Besides, this isn't a trivial matter like marking an absence; we still have to follow the proper procedures."

Wang Xianjiao scratched her head and asked curiously, "Brother Yu, where are you rushing to catch your flight? Are you going on vacation? Isn't your wife recording the Lantern Festival Gala in Beijing?"

Yu Huan didn't hide anything and told her frankly, "Your sister-in-law hasn't gone to Yanjing yet. I'm going with her and we can have some fun for a couple of days."

Wang Xianjiao immediately exclaimed "Wow!" and said with a face full of envy, "Brother Yu, you're so lucky!"

She saw Yu Huan smile and turn to walk towards the door, then suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked, "Brother Yu, what song is your wife singing at the Lantern Festival Gala this year?"

"It's getting windy." Yu Huan opened the door without turning her head.

"Oh!" Wang Xianjiao nodded vigorously and quickly followed suit.

Since Sister Ru booked a flight for 7 PM tonight, and there's also the check-in process, time is a bit tight.

Yu Huan deliberately didn't drive to work.

After leaving the Lianhe Zaobao building, he stood by the roadside, hailed a taxi, and casually sat in the back seat.

I told the driver in my local Changsha dialect that I wanted to go to the airport to avoid being ripped off, and then I closed my eyes to rest.

After some time, my phone started vibrating in my pocket, and the ringtone suddenly went off.

Yu Huan then opened her eyes and took out her phone.

Upon seeing the word "Grandpa" flashing on the screen, he answered the call without hesitation and held the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Huanhuan, I've arrived at the airport. Where are you guys?" The old man's hearty laughter came through the receiver, his voice full of energy.

Yu Huan cleared his throat, which sounded a bit sticky, and said, "I just got off work and am taking a taxi to the airport by myself. I should be there in about half an hour—"

The words are not finished yet.

He suddenly remembered that Sister Ru had gone to see the old man yesterday to handle flight-related matters, and the two of them also had each other's contact information.

So he continued, "Grandpa, why don't you call Wang Jingru, or I can send you Rongrong's private cell phone number? They should be at the airport by now."

"Then I'll call Xiao Wang."

Yu Huan smiled and asked curiously, "Grandpa, how did you get to the airport? Did my dad take you there on his electric scooter?"

"He's busy with classes, he doesn't have time. I didn't ask anyone to take me, I came by bus myself." The old man's words were tinged with a smile.

"Next time something like this happens, just have someone else deliver it."

Suddenly, the old man's loud voice came through the receiver:

"What's wrong with me? Don't let my age fool you, I don't have dementia and my legs are still as nimble as ever. What are you afraid of me for?"

Yu Huan quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Sir, how could I dare underestimate you? You're very healthy!" (End of Chapter)