70 Wedding Dress

◎Qin Zhen and Shao Yue were scalping◎

Liang Youwei was too embarrassed to look up, so she lowered her head and twirled her handkerchief. Her fingers spun rapidly, and the light pink silk turned into little butterflies, just like her excited heart.

Well, it seems that I can’t recover for the time being.

He Jingshu sighed helplessly and asked Song Yinbing with her eyes: Now it’s okay, are you satisfied?

Song Yinbing smiled and tilted his head: Yes.

Giving the other person a gentle pat, He Jingshu put on her smiling face again and looked at the team manager affably. "Manager Wang, could you please tell me about the various styles, cuts, and fabrics of wedding gowns? We're laymen, so we don't know the ins and outs of it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Manager Wang nodded with a smile. She walked to the host control room as if she was familiar with the process, inserted the USB drive, and replaced it with the PPT file that her team had already prepared.

"Let me first introduce you to the main veil style. The sweetheart neckline has been quite popular in recent years. It's a modified version of the off-shoulder style. It can incorporate various design elements, such as pleats and waves, creating a three-dimensional and exquisite effect, very fashionable..."

He and Song listened attentively. The person concerned was too shy to look at Shao Yue beside him, and stopped "listening".

But I never thought that as soon as my eyes drifted over, I was caught by the real person.

"Is there a wedding dress you like very much?" Shao Yue didn't tease her, but handed her a cup of milk tea - he held the cup and put a straw in it.

Liang Youwei's ears turned even redder when she realized what he meant. She stroked the corner of her embroidered clothes, slowly lowered her head and took a sip, then racked her brains to kick the balloon over: "It's all right, what do you think..."

Could this be all sugar? It was a little too sweet, so sweet that she couldn't even speak clearly...

Shao Yue faced the question, which would be considered a "fatal question" for most men, with complete composure. He thought for only three seconds before giving the answer.

"Morning gowns can be made of tulle that doesn't reach the ground. The color doesn't have to be pure white. Light green, sky blue, and soft purple are all very beautiful. Fairy dresses are suitable for taking photos. Most of the veils for going out are Chinese-style clothes. There are many kinds of dragon and phoenix gowns. A few days ago, I saw a gold and white gown with many patterns embroidered on it that you like. I have already ordered it in advance. We can try it on tomorrow. If you don't like it, it's okay. I ordered three of each type, so there are enough to choose from."

"For the welcome veil, you can use satin, which is simple and elegant, and very elegant. The wedding will be held at the Wangsheng Hotel, and the lighting effect is great, which is very suitable for your favorite heavily beaded French wedding dress. Tomorrow, you will try on wedding dresses and decide on a sample, and then add diamonds, crystals and pearls as appropriate. The fabric of the main veil can be taffeta or gauze for now. For the toast dress, you can use a high-waisted Empire dress, paired with a shawl, which will also be very eye-catching..."

Listening to him talking and seeing his eyes fixed on her, Liang Youwei's heart beat very fast.

Of course, no matter how fast her heart beats, it won’t stop her from drinking milk tea.

Seeing that only half of the milk tea was left, Shao Yue decided to quit while he was ahead. He took back the crystal cup and gently advised, "Don't drink any more. Too much sugar intake is not good for your health."

He now has a good understanding of the physical condition of pregnant women and knows what to do and what not to do.

Liang Youwei thought without hesitation: "But there is still half left. It would be a waste if I don't drink it."

Shao Yue took out the straw and replied calmly: "If you are worried about wasting it, I can do it for you."

…

Shao Yue, Shao Yue, Shao Yue! What on earth did you do in the past? Why are you so skilled?!

She screamed and blamed him in her heart, but her eyes kept staring at him. In a perverted state of mind, Liang Youwei wanted to see him drink the rest of her milk tea.

Qin Zhen was a person with severe mysophobia. He only ate her leftovers in private at home. As long as he was out and there was a possibility of being seen by a third party, he would not move at all.

However, Shao Yue remained unmoved and continued to talk about the wedding dress issue in a gentle manner.

Liang Youwei waited patiently for ten minutes, staring eagerly for ten minutes, but Shao Yue never picked up the crystal glass again after putting it down.

I don’t care about him!

Embarrassed, Liang Youwei snorted, stood up, and walked away in her embroidered high heels.

Shao Yue got a headache when he heard the sound of high heels: "Weiwei..."

Liang Youwei didn't look back, she was furious and lowered her voice: "Go to the toilet, don't bother me!"

Shao Yue reluctantly averted his gaze until he could no longer see her back. Shao Sheng had just sent a selfie to the fan group as requested when he saw his second brother sighing silently.

"Brother, where is Sister Weiwei? Why aren't you accompanying her?"

Shao Yue was calm and composed, his long, bony fingers tightly gripping the cup in front of him. "It's urgent, it's okay. I'll be there in a minute."

I have to do this quickly now.

Shao Sheng wondered: "Oh. Is this milk tea delicious? Second brother, you don't usually drink sweet things."

Shao Yue raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled quickly, and he drank the rest of Liang Youwei's milk tea in one gulp.

Under the little brother's shocked gaze, the milk tea was drunk up completely, without leaving a drop.

“It’s delicious.”

After hurriedly leaving a comment, Shao Yue stood up and left quickly.

Shao Sheng was confused.

.

Liang Youwei was determined to show Shao Yue her bad temper. No matter what Shao Yue said or did, she always looked "indifferent", trying her best to control the number of words she spoke and trying to appear cool.

This situation continued until the next day when I tried on the wedding dress.

"Ms. Liang, is the wedding dress not quite meeting your expectations? Please give me more details and I will do my best to find the most suitable wedding dress for you."

The SA here met Liang Youwei for the first time and was not sure about her personality. He subconsciously lowered his expectations and classified her as a "super difficult rich second generation".

"ah?"

Hearing such a fearful sentence, Liang Youwei was slightly startled. She lowered the hem of her skirt and looked at the SA in confusion. She glanced at her name tag and said in a gentle tone: "Why do you say that, Sister Mia? If you have something to say, just say it directly. It's okay."

Mia pursed her lips, still cautious, and carefully observed her expression: "...Nothing, I just felt that Miss Liang didn't look very happy."

She was just promoted to store manager this year, so she must not offend anyone.

Liang Youwei reacted and couldn't help laughing: "No, I had a quarrel with my fiancé, and I was showing that look to him. It has nothing to do with you or your brand. Your service attitude is very thoughtful, and the wedding dress is also very beautiful."

She didn't say anything polite. LY, a well-known domestic wedding dress brand, is indeed exquisite. Its main style is the European luxury with large skirts. Every detail is gleaming and dazzling, which dazzled Liang Youwei and made her heart blossom with joy.

She lifted the hem of her skirt in front of the mirror and looked carefully left and right.

Small high collar, fishbone waist, oversized skirt, embroidered lace, and plenty of diamonds and pearls...

"Is it heavy?" Liang Youwei tensed up instantly when she felt a warm palm on her shoulder. "Just now, I saw you were having a hard time turning around. Are you straining your waist?"

"Don't touch me, I hate you."

Thinking about her task of losing her temper, Liang Youwei symbolically twisted her shoulders to express her dissatisfaction.

"Hate me again?"

Shao Yue had always been helpless against her coquettish behavior. He stood beside her, stroking her back and whispering, "Didn't you already dislike me yesterday? So, don't be dislike me today, okay?"

Liang Youwei felt like her left ear was about to fall off, but for the sake of her face, she fought back stubbornly: "Who says that if I hated you yesterday, I can't continue to hate you today? Why?"

Shao Yue pouted his tender pink lips and tried to look away: "Because being angry is bad for your health. If you're not feeling well, no one will be happy. Is this an acceptable reason?"

The vanity of being valued made Liang Youwei unable to suppress her laughter. She bravely pretended to be nonchalant and put her arms around his waist to hug him: "Well... it's just barely acceptable."

The sweet fragrance filled Shao Yue's nose, and his breathing stagnated. He spoke with difficulty: "Why did you hug me so suddenly?"

"Why can't I hug you?"

Liang Youwei was also trembling, her heart beating wildly, and she was very shy. She was comfortable hugging others, even kissing them, sleeping with them; but when it came to Shao Yue, even the simplest physical contact would make her nervous.

She licked her lower lip and muttered softly, "You will be my husband in the future. You will be mine."

What is she talking about?

......husband?

In an instant, Shao Yue froze, unable to move. He could clearly hear his own heartbeat. His fist suddenly clenched, then suddenly unclenched. Finally, his palm, with a slight tremor, gently landed on the back of the head of the person in his arms.

Likewise, his voice was low and slightly hoarse: "Yes. It's yours."

As for the word "husband", he... really couldn't say it.

As early as when Shao Yue arrived, Mia took three steps back with great tact, leaving enough space for the newlyweds to get along.

Seeing that both of them had rosy ears and their eyes occasionally met and then immediately separated, Mia felt envious.

I heard that this is a marriage between two wealthy families in the imperial capital. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, they are well-matched, and they are childhood sweethearts. Their future life is truly a happy one.

After a long period of shyness, Shao Yue coughed lightly twice. He was worried that Liang Youwei would feel uncomfortable standing for too long, so he pulled her to sit on the soft sofa and got back to the point: "But, is this main dress too heavy?"

Liang Youwei shook her head. "It's normal to have a main dress. After all, you'll only wear it for an hour or two, so you should make it look as beautiful as possible. Do you think I'd look better in a one-shoulder dress or a small square neckline? Or would this high neckline be more suitable?"

Shao Yue smiled and asked, "Shouldn't good-looking people look good in anything they wear?"

After making Liang Youwei happy, he asked further and gave the answer: "What kind of necklace do you want to wear that day? If you choose a large diamond gemstone, a one-shoulder and small square neckline would be better, a tube top would also be fine; if you want to wear something relatively simple, choose a lace high collar."

"On the wedding day? I want to wear the ones my mom gave me!" Liang Youwei's almond-shaped eyes lit up when she mentioned the jewelry: "Didn't mom give me a whole set of jewelry last night? I want to wear that!"

Song Yinbing was generous, perhaps with the intention of making up for Shao Yue. The wedding gift he gave to Liang Youwei was priceless and invaluable.

Moonlight Crown, Wheat Ear Crown, Dagmar Necklace, Christie Diamond Necklace, South Sea Pearl Earrings, Emerald Tassel Earrings... It is said to be a set, but in fact, if you break it down, it can be divided into two or three sets.

From head to toe, crowns, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings... everything is missing, and they come in pairs.

What made Liang Youwei even happier was that when Song Yinbing gave her the gifts, she specifically said, "Mom knows that our Weiwei doesn't like to wear things that have been touched by others. So, I found the materials for each of these jewels one by one and specially asked experts to make a one-to-one replica. They are absolutely new. You will be their only owner."

"The theme of the wedding is Birds Flying Back to the Sea, and the colors are pink and white with blue. You can add some diamond accessories, even if it's exaggerated, it's still beautiful. How about a one-shoulder dress? You can add more embroidery at the waist to cover your figure."

Shao Yue roughly constructed a scenario in his mind, compared it several times, and then gave some suggestions.

Liang Youwei didn't understand and tilted her head: "Why should I hide my body?"

Shao Yue tapped her forehead with amusement and said lightly, "Guess for yourself."

never mind.

It was a good thing that she didn't realize she was pregnant. At least it showed that her physical condition was basically the same as before and there was nothing unusual.

Liang Youwei wrinkled her nose: "I can't guess." She pulled Shao Yue's sleeve, "And Shao Yue, why don't you smell good?"

"Fragrance?" Shao Yue paused for a moment.

Liang Youwei scratched the side of her face with her index finger and described it with some distress: "It's the kind of perfume that's spicy at the beginning, intoxicating in the middle, and very refreshing at the end."

Doesn't look very smart, think...

Shao Yue's throat moved, and the inappropriate desire was swallowed. He lowered his eyes and explained patiently: "Those perfumes contain musk and ethanol. They can't be sprayed on you and let you smell them."

Ever since he knew Liang Youwei was pregnant, Shao Yue had given up his three old habits: smoking, drinking, and even pushing back his usual social engagements, devoting himself fully to arranging their wedding.

"So that's how it is..." Liang Youwei thought thoughtfully.

She sat there for a while, her waist no longer sore, so she patted the thigh of the person next to her and said, "Get up and help me. I want to change into a tube top dress."

The first time a member of the opposite sex touched his thigh, Shao Yue subconsciously moved it inward, and his expression instantly became unnatural.

His reaction was a bit exaggerated, and Liang Youwei suddenly realized that it seemed that people around her should not be touched casually. She paused.

Between the same sex, intimate contact is natural, and the relationship between Qin Zhen, his brother and himself is extraordinary. Not to mention touching thighs, even rubbing thighs is a piece of cake.

But Shao Yue is different from them.

Not only was touching thighs a fantasy, even touching hands was rare. Now, as usual, I patted people's legs, but it seemed to scare him.

Perhaps because she knew someone cared about her, Liang Youwei always felt wronged. Just like now, she wondered: How could Shao Yue "reject" her frivolity? He had been a playboy, a man who had flirted with women without getting a single leaf on him, yet now he was pretending to be innocent and awkward with her?

That's too much.

The beautiful girl, dressed in gorgeous clothes, lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips tightly, and tried to half-swipe her hand back as if to vent her anger.

But Shao Yue suddenly held her hand.

Then, he actually placed that hand on his thigh.

Liang Youwei was surprised to hear the other person's slow voice: "Weiwei, I will try my best to adapt." She raised her eyes and looked at the man, and heard him continue: "From now on, you can touch me at will. So, don't touch others easily anymore, okay?"

Shao Yue pleaded with her: "At least, don't touch other men in front of me."

…

After entering the locker room, Liang Youwei held her pounding heart and closed her eyes.

"Ms. Liang? Are you feeling hot? Do you want to lower the temperature?"

Looking at the customer's flushed face, Mia spoke tentatively.

Liang Youwei quickly opened her eyes and waved her hands, "No, no, let's change into a skirt? Any tube-top style will do."

She was in a good mood and took the SA's arm in a familiar manner, "Sister, all the wedding dresses in your store are so beautiful. Can you pick one that suits me best? Price is not an issue!"

"Of course, Miss Liang, you're very polite. Have you reconciled with Mr. Shao?"

"Yeah, hehe."

…

Shao Yue planned to wait for Liang Youwei to pick out her wedding dress and then go and find a matching suit. While Liang Youwei was changing clothes, he sat outside and waited patiently.

"Hello, sir. Please stay. Our place has been booked out today. There's a sign outside..."

The gatekeeper's eyebrows twitched as he saw the visitor walk in without a care in the world. He hurried to stop him and couldn't help but complain inwardly. This guy really has a cool and handsome face, why is his eyesight not good?

"I'm a relative of the bride." Qin Zhen was annoyed by being stopped and looked at her coldly, "The kind of relative who can sign a consent form for a caesarean section."

The look was so emotionless that the staff was stunned.

Of course, Qin Zhen has long arms and legs and is tall, so the staff couldn't stop him without being stunned.

The door of the box was pushed open, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground could be heard. Shao Yue raised his eyes and slowly put down the wedding dress collection: "Boss Qin, what a rare guest. What brings you here?"

Qin Zhen chuckled softly. He looked at the staff members in the private room, who were looking at each other in bewilderment, and gestured for them to leave. After the outsiders were gone, he spoke calmly, as if declaring war: "Weiwei is pregnant with my child now. As a father, it seems only natural for me to care about the child and the mother."

"Oh, I see." Shao Yue remained calm and stood up to accept the challenge. "But, I seem to remember that Boss Qin deeply detests the existence of third parties, right?"

The two men were of similar height and looked at each other straight in the eye, two invisible forces confronting each other.

"Why, others are willing to be a third party and despise themselves, but you are the third party, and you are in love with the city? Qin Zhen, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. When did my child become yours? Do you really think you are her only one?"

Shao Yue spoke each word with a raised corner of his mouth, his eyes rarely turning cold.

"Your child?" Qin Zhen sneered, refusing to back down. "Shao Yue, will Liang Youwei allow you to serve her? I'm afraid she'll become extremely stiff the moment you get close. How could she possibly have children with you if she hates you so much?"

"Disgust? So what you consider disgusting someone to be is being shy when you see her and being hugged no matter what?"

"The only one? If I'm not the only one, who can be the only one? When Liang Youwei hugged me and asked for a kiss, you were still feeling frustrated and drunk, right?"

The two exploited the information gap, each telling a mess of lies that hit the other hard. They exchanged words, eager to expose each other's true nature.

Until even speaking became difficult, the two of them resisted the urge to hold their hands over their hearts and take a deep breath, and calmed down at the same time.

I can't say anymore.

Otherwise, I really won’t be able to get married and will be angered to death by my love rival.

Qin Zhen's jawline was tense, his face expressionless as he threw the briefcase in his hand onto the milky white French sofa.

"Why, you want to fight?"

Shao Yue had nothing to throw, so he simply unbuttoned the top mother-of-pearl button of his shirt.

"See for yourself."

"You should have the attitude of asking for help when you ask for help."

"That's something related to Liang Youwei."

"...You take the bag and I'll open it."

Qin Zhen was so angry that he grabbed the briefcase and threw it into the other party's arms. Shao Yue opened the leather bag and pulled out a folder.

The first page of the folder is a directory, which records Liang Youwei's eating habits and clothing preferences one by one. There is even a chapter dedicated to "Precautions for Pregnant Women".

Shao Yue found it amusing, glanced at it quickly, and then closed it, saying disdainfully: "How could I not know this? Do I need you to tell me?"

I don't know how many women have lived in my heart, and I'm not afraid of getting them mixed up? Dirty stuff.

Qin Zhen rolled his eyes inwardly, but his expression regained its dignity and composure. He spoke slowly, "But some things still need to be explained in advance, don't they? If Liang Youwei can't eat or touch anything, then the Second Young Master had better not touch it either. Since you've married her, you have to put her first in everything. If she can't eat fresh food, then you can't eat it either; if she's uncomfortable at night, then you can't sleep either; if she can't cross her legs, then you can't move around..."

Shao Yue listened quietly. At the end, he curled his lips and said without thinking: "Qin Zhen, you are jealous of me."

"Of course, these things are my responsibility. Actually, you want to do them too, but you don't have a legitimate reason, right? To put it simply - you're trying to pay for something, but you don't have the connections."

"...Shao Yue, don't be so ungrateful."

Qin Zhen clenched his palms as a punch to the chest pierced him, veins popping and then disappearing at his joints. He glared at him coldly, "If you're not qualified to be Liang Youwei's husband, there are plenty of people who can replace you."

I can't stay here any longer.

Having said that, Qin Zhen realized that it was pointless to stay any longer. He snatched the briefcase back from Shao Yue's hand and turned to leave.

Coincidentally, Liang Youwei came out just one minute after Qin Zhen left.

She was curious: "Shao Yue, did anyone come just now? I seemed to hear the voice of a second person."

He said frankly: "Of course not. But my phone rang several times, so I came to check it out?"

Liang Youwei thought it made sense and obediently went over to get her phone. Shao Yue squatted down and consciously adjusted the hem of her skirt.

There were messages on the phone, one from Song Yinbing and one from Zhao Lingyu.

Liang Youwei clicked on Zhao Lingyu's message first: [Are you free recently? I want to tell you something and give you a wedding gift.]

She didn't think anything of him and replied happily: "I'm free! When can we meet? I miss you so much."

The other end kept repeating "The other party is typing...", Liang Youwei waited patiently. After a while, she heard a sentence: "Okay, tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, Quanling's Coffee Shop, the old place."

I thought it was so serious.

Despite his young age, his typing speed is comparable to that of an elderly person.

Liang Youwei curled her lips and replied "OK", then clicked on the "Mother Song" column to check the second type of messages.

Mother Song: [Weiwei, when do you and Xiaoyue plan to get your marriage certificate? (Smiling)]

Her heart skipped a beat, and Liang Youwei looked at Shao Yue sideways with a guilty look.

Shao Yue: "What's wrong?"

Liang Youwei: "My mother asked me when we would get our marriage certificate..."

Shao Yue keenly caught the hidden meaning in her words, and a heavy stone sank in his heart.

"...You don't want to?"

【Author’s words】

There are roughly three types of extras, let me tell you about them in advance~

1. Welfare extra: 1v1 parallel world, average 20,000 words per person

2. The if line at the end of this article

3. The general setting continues the main story, but with fork and cake (Weiwei can be the queen here, hahaha, everyone begs to be eaten by her)