Chapter 123 A Kiss Under the Mistletoe
"How about this one?" Wen Han held it up against herself. "Mo Ting wants the best man to wear a white suit."
"It looks great," Jing Yu said. "Have you decided on the date?"
"Hmm." Wen Ruo, that brat, was still trying to resist, hoping to wait until he finished university. Wen Han thought that dying sooner or later was the same as dying later, so what difference would it make if he died a year later, unless a curse descended from the heavens and brought down the Mo family.
No one knows what method Wen Ruo used, but Mo Ting actually considered the feasibility, which scared Wen Han so much that she took a taxi to the Mo family overnight and knocked on their door, trying to persuade him not to change his mind.
Logically, Wen Qingke should have shown up then, but he just couldn't accept it.
Jingyu thought for a moment: "If all else fails, we can hire someone to be your father."
Wen Han panicked: "Hire someone? That won't do." Hiring someone costs money, and even though Mo Ting is paying for it, Wen Han still feels it's not worth it.
"If all else fails, I'll go. Isn't it said that the eldest brother is like a father? I can be both the best man and the father."
The shop assistant wore a look that was hard to describe.
While Wen Han was still daydreaming, Jing Yu was already playing the "miracle" game with her, holding up clothes other than the white suit and gesturing at them to show them off. Since Wen Han didn't have to try them on one by one, he just let him be.
“Sigh, if this works,” Wen Han had a sudden inspiration, “why are you afraid of your father? You can have your older brother be our father.”
The shop assistant frowned. What had happened to this customer? Could someone just take over a father's place? Thinking this, he looked at the Alpha.
Jingyu thought about it carefully, and after a while asked in confusion, "Isn't Dad still here? Why don't we just let Dad come?"
Even if An Ning wanted to come, Jing Xu wouldn't allow it.
Wen Han said disdainfully, "With your father's petty nature, he'll definitely stop your dad. How can there be such a fussy Alpha in the world?"
"Yes, you're right." Jing Yu successfully picked out a dress and stuffed Wen Han, dress and all, into the fitting room.
Wen Han tried on several outfits without really understanding what was going on.
"What's wrong?" The top sales associate, now free, looked incredulous. "You wouldn't even take the commission if I offered it to you. Those two customers were clearly there to buy clothes; you didn't need to worry about them at all."
"I suspect those two are mentally ill!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Even if they are mentally ill, how could two people be both?"
"...Neither of them are normal!"
"When it comes to buying things, you're treated like royalty." The top saleswoman said proudly, "If you won't go, I will."
He put on a smile, just as Wen Han was trying on the clothes and complained to Jing Yu, "The collar of this dress is too high, it's really uncomfortable when it touches my neck."
Upon hearing this, the excellent sales assistant immediately replied, "The collar of this garment is adjustable."
Just as the sales assistant was about to go up and help him adjust his collar, Jing Yu reached out to help Wen Han straighten up, and silently withdrew his steps.
A slightly cool hand traced the gap between her collar and neck. Jingyu observed carefully, probing gently as she asked, "Is it uncomfortable here? How is it now?"
Wen Han was distracted and couldn't feel the discomfort in her neck; she just kept saying "Mmm."
The heating in the store was blasting. Wen Han's face easily turned red from the heat of the air conditioner, and feeling the heat on his face, he quickly changed the subject: "Do you think I should give some money? What's it called again, a wedding gift? Otherwise, people will think I sold my brother to buy a villa. Although I did sell him, it doesn't sound good when people say that."
The top saleswoman's smile, which was welded to her face, froze.
Generally speaking, a few hundred yuan is enough for a wedding gift. But since Mo Ting is so rich, the guests who come will definitely be rich as well. If someone gives a gift of several thousand or tens of thousands of yuan, I'll be laughed at for being a poor relative.
The reputation of "phoenix men" (men from humble backgrounds who achieve success in the countryside) is certainly not good, and their relatives are no better off.
Jing Yu said, "Aren't we together? We can just submit one copy later."
...If there are two people, then it depends on the average.
Wen Han initially hesitated about bringing Jing Yu along, as there were bound to be people among the guests who knew Jing Yu. Now it seemed like it was the right thing to do; after all, Jing Xu already knew, and he hadn't done anything yet. It wouldn't hurt her if others gossiped.
They originally planned to buy only one item, but in the end, the two of them left carrying several bags.
The sales clerk said regretfully, "Wow, I should have gone earlier! They bought several items. What's with that look on your face?"
Can a mentally ill person sell their younger brother?
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During this Christmas holiday, Wen Han originally planned to travel thousands of miles to England. It wasn't that he was in such a hurry, but rather that he really wanted to go abroad for fun and see how Jing Yu was doing there.
As it turned out, the auspicious date that Mo Ting had calculated was just a few days before Christmas, so Jing Yu had to come back first, and they would go to England together after attending the wedding banquet.
"Is this cake edible?" Wen Han asked softly, looking at the wedding cake that was as tall as a building. "It just looks pretty, but can it taste good with so much fondant?"
Jingyu comforted her, saying, "Cakes are just for decoration, and the wedding candies should taste good."
"Hehe, I've already eaten some." Mo Ting had selected several wedding candy options and asked Wen Han for her opinions.
Even without the unpleasant sweet jujube cake and fake chocolate, Wen Han ultimately decided against eating them due to concerns about her blood sugar.
Wen Ruo was pale and wearing a high-necked cashmere sweater, looking as if she were about to collapse.
Wen Han actually quite wanted to bring Wen Ruan to the wedding, even though he didn't like Wen Ruo, but Wen Ruo liked him. He was sure Wen Ruo's expression when she saw Wen Ruan would be very interesting.
But seeing how happy Mo Ting was, Wen Han thought it was better to be kind. How disgusted Mo Ting would be if he knew? Marriage should be a happy occasion.
Thinking of this, he quietly walked over and said, "What's wrong with you? You look so downcast, you don't look like someone who's getting married."
Wen Ruoxin was as if she were dead: "How would you feel if I forced you to marry Gu Cheng?"
Having not heard that bitch's name for a long time, Wen Han first felt nauseous, then frowned and said, "How can that be the same? Mo Ting didn't do anything to you—Mo Ting looks like a good student."
Unable to continue her sophistry, Wen Han said, "Think whatever you want, just don't give yourself away. If I throw you and Wen Ruan into the sea to feed the fish, I can't do anything about it."
The Mo family naturally attached great importance to the marriage of their youngest son. Given Mo Ting's special circumstances, finding an Alpha with a similar family background was definitely impossible. Fortunately, Wen Ruo was well-educated and good-looking, and Mo Ting's father, unlike Jing Xu, wasn't determined to be a wicked father-in-law, so he readily agreed.
Wen Qingke still came on the wedding day, after all, it was his own child's wedding.
His eyes were red, and he couldn't help but think of Wen Ruo when she was little.
My younger brother is getting married. We were close in kindergarten, and he used to call me "brother" all the time, which was quite endearing.
Wen Han wanted to be sentimental, but he was too happy. Jing Yu was recording him, and his boyfriend stood out from the crowd. Wen Han couldn't even shed a crocodile tear.
The expensive wedding banquet was incredibly delicious. Wen Han deliberately went hungry all day, only eating some bread rolls in the morning.
Seeing that Wen Qingke was still feeling sad, Wen Han said, "Alright, your son has married into a wealthy family, so why are you still crying?"
"Wen Ruo doesn't seem to like that child."
"It's all about marriage first, then love. Isn't that how it was in ancient times?" He just didn't believe that Wen Ruo could sprout wings and fly away.
Sitting in the family section of Party A, the grandparents had come all the way from the countryside. The two elderly people didn't know any of the intricacies involved; they were just happy for their grandson's wedding: "Qingke, all children have this day, don't be sad."
Grandma noticed Jingyu's unfamiliar appearance and didn't remember having such a relative in her hometown: "Which side of the family are you from?"
Wen Han said, "Grandma, this is my boyfriend."
Grandpa and Grandma were shocked: "Huh?"
Jingyu leaned closer and smiled. Wen Han told him to eat more.
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What's it like to discover you're afraid of heights only after boarding a plane?
Wen Han thought for a moment and said, "We probably won't be able to ride the Ferris wheel anymore."
Jingyu said, "It's okay, it's nice for us to take a walk together."
Wen Han's English level has deteriorated significantly compared to high school; he can only understand a few words when others speak: "I feel like I haven't studied English at all in the past ten years."
But it doesn't matter, he came out to have fun.
The streets were decorated with Christmas decorations. Wen Han seemed to remember something and laughed again: "Let me tell you, when I was in junior high school, there was an Alpha from another class who was pursuing our class's Chinese language representative."
"It was almost Christmas time, and there were many apple vendors outside the school. I had forgotten my homework in the classroom that day, and when I went back to look for it, I saw someone peeking through the window, which startled me."
It was also Fei Nai'er's first time going abroad, and Wen Han took many photos of her.
They didn't eat out, but instead cooked for themselves at Jingyu's place.
"Look," Wen Han said, "it's snowing outside."
Wen Han was gazing out the window in a daze when he saw Jing Yu bringing something out of the kitchen in the reflection of the window.
"What's this?"
"The gingerbread man, I made it according to our design."
It's hard to pinpoint exactly what's similar or dissimilar, but Wen Han smiled and said, "It looks a bit silly."
Wen Han naturally had to try the gingerbread man made by Jing Yu. She took a bite of the Jing Yu gingerbread man and found it quite delicious.
Looking at the gingerbread man that she had bitten in half, making it look like it had been cut in half at the waist, Wen Han said, "I feel like something's not quite right."
Jing Yu took a small bite, and Wen Han's gingerbread man's hand was eaten.
Wen Han felt something was wrong.
They also had some mulled wine for Christmas. Wen Han wanted to go out for a stroll, but the cold wind made him feel that staying with Jing Yu was enough.
They decided to watch TV, and Wen Han picked out a show that interested her: "I really loved watching this episode when I was little. I could watch the DVDs I bought many times without ever getting tired of it."
Wen Han was watching Tom and Jerry, the Christmas episode. Seeing that Jing Yu didn't speak and looked at her with a strange expression, Wen Han asked in surprise, "You haven't seen Tom and Jerry before, have you?"
Jingyu shook her head: "No, Father doesn't allow us to watch cartoons."
Wen Han said sincerely, "How pitiful."
Just then, the TV showed Jerry holding a plant with small white fruits, and Tom, who had been chasing it, immediately stopped, looking smug.
"What kind of grass is this? I've always wanted to know."
“It should be mistletoe,” Jingyu said softly. “A person under a mistletoe branch cannot refuse a kiss from another person.”
After Jing Yu finished speaking, Wen Han turned her head and kissed his lips.
Jingyu laughed and said, "Why did you suddenly kiss me? There's no mistletoe on our roof."
“They’re all plants, pretty much the same.” Wen Han blinked. “It’s just that I smelled the fragrance of lily of the valley.”
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