The two walked upstairs hand in hand, affectionately. Zhu Qianying, who was already familiar with the way, turned right naturally. Caught off guard, she suddenly saw pink roses lining both sides of the corridor and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"
"pretty?"
Yan Shao, who had been holding her hand with one hand and supporting her skirt with the other, let go of her hand, casually slipped the other hand into the pocket of his tuxedo, and looked at her with his head turned to the side.
"Yes, it's very beautiful!" Zhu Qianying nodded frankly.
Yan Shao looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, "I thought you didn't like roses!"
Zhu Qianying looked puzzled. "Why?"
As she spoke, she picked a rose from the large cluster of roses, held it under her nose, and took a deep breath.
"Feel!"
Once upstairs, the gentle and warm-hearted Young Master Yan instantly shed his facade and reverted to his aloof and indifferent self.
"I like beautiful flowers, I like lively atmospheres, and I like all the mundane, ordinary, and common things in the world."
Zhu Qianying didn't press Yan Dashao for why he felt that way, but she did indeed like roses, even though they had become a very common flower in the eyes of many people now.
But often, ordinary things are the very things that satisfy people's most basic needs.
Luxury, extravagance, perhaps beautiful or sacred, but too aloof and unapproachable—qualities she could neither afford nor possess.
For her, it's better to have a simple rose than to yearn for an unattainable, high-value flower.
Yan Shao shrugged, too lazy to delve into the implied meaning of her words.
The two entered the bedroom side by side. "I'm going to take a shower. Do as you please!"
After saying that, Yan Shao went into the bathroom.
Zhu Qianying didn't care about his indifference. She sat down on the sofa and looked around the so-called new house.
The original furnishings in the bedroom remained unchanged, except that a large red double happiness symbol was pasted on the wall in front of the bed.
The bedding on the bed was no longer Yan Shao's usual simple black and white style, but was replaced with festive bright red silk bedding.
When Yan Shao came out, Zhu Qianying pointed to the bedding on the bed and asked, "Is this your idea?"
"How could that be!" Young Master Yan snorted, strode to the bedside, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. If you want to sleep, remember to take a shower before you go!"
Sure enough, Yan Shao was still the same fastidious young master, and didn't become an easygoing and gentle man just because he registered his marriage with her and held a ceremony.
"I'm not sleeping. The makeup artist needs to change my look in advance, so I need to rest for a bit before going downstairs."
Young Master Yan can be willful, but Zhu Qianying cannot.
Even though Young Master Yan had used that excuse to shield her from considerable difficulties and interrogation, she still remembered her duty: to cooperate well with Young Master Yan and the Yan family, and to be a qualified and proper bride.
She was well aware that some of the guests today were there to watch the show, including the entire Zhu family. Therefore, she had to perform as perfectly as possible at the wedding.
Seeing that Yan Shao had closed his eyes, Zhu Qianying lifted her skirt and tiptoed into the dressing room. All the wedding dresses and formal wear she would change into for the wedding were hanging in Yan Shao's dressing room—no, now it was the dressing room shared by her and Yan Shao.
She changed into a Chinese-style cheongsam and then went downstairs.
Of course, she also wished she could be like Young Master Yan, finding any excuse to stay in the bedroom until dinner was served, but she couldn't!
Everyone in the living room was surprised to see her come down in a different outfit.
"Ying'er, why don't you take a rest?"
Madam Yan didn't care how Old Master Yan looked at her. When she saw Zhu Qianying coming downstairs from afar, she quickly ran up to greet her.
"Mom, I'm not tired. I came down to chat with you!"
It has to be said that Zhu Qianying's actions warmed the hearts of the Yan family elders, and their opinion of her improved considerably.
Yan Shao, who was catching up on sleep in his bedroom, didn't come downstairs until lunchtime.
The tall, lanky man plopped down next to Zhu Qianying, leaned in, and whispered, "Didn't I tell you to take a nap?"
Zhu Qianying smiled at him, "I'm not tired!"
She wasn't entirely lying; she slept most of the day at the vacation villa yesterday, catching up on all the sleep she had missed.
In addition, she insisted on keeping everything simple today, which naturally avoided the kind of torment that Yan Shao suffered from various traditional etiquettes.
Yan Shao glanced at her a few times and, seeing that she seemed to be in relatively good spirits, didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, the stylist and makeup artist changed Zhu Qianying into a dress and did her makeup to match. Zhu Qianyu, the younger sister, followed her around carefully the whole time. Perhaps even she thought that her older sister was really pregnant.
Zhu Qianying really wanted to clarify things with her sister, but the two of them never had a chance to be alone together, so the matter was put aside for the time being.
Starting at three o'clock, guests arrived one after another. Qin Xiuke and Kai, along with Zhu Qianyu and Ji Huan, joined the welcoming party.
When the Yan family is getting married, the wedding is naturally a grand affair, and virtually every well-known enterprise and family in the country is invited.
The Ji family, along with Yang Sheng and his wife, were also among those invited by the Yan family. However, the Ji and Yang families did not attend as friends, but rather as relatives, and were seated not far from the main table.
As for the Zhu family, they naturally attended as relatives, but the Yan family did not arrange for them to join in welcoming the guests.
Even the person who walked Zhu Qianying down the red carpet was not Zhu Zhizhou, but President Ji Rui.
This shameful act is nothing short of a slap in the face for Takeshima, the bride's father!
It is unknown what kind of negotiations Yan Shao had with him beforehand. Anyway, after Zhu Zhizhou entered, he led his three concubines and other children to sit quietly in their reserved seats, silently watching Zhu Qianying being escorted by President Ji as she slowly walked onto the red carpet.
At this moment, standing on the stage playing the melodious wedding march on the violin is none other than Ji Sihan, the popular singer and actress who has become a sensation in recent years, and also the adopted daughter and daughter-in-law of the Ji family.
Dressed in a white suit, Yan Shao, looking like a prince on a white horse, stood dashingly in the center of the stage. His ardent and profound gaze traveled across the long red carpet and landed on the bride in a white strapless wedding dress.
On the other side of the red carpet, Zhu Qianying walked out arm in arm with Ji Rui, looking slightly awkward.
Actually, she initially wanted her mother to take this opportunity to reconcile with her maternal grandfather and uncle, but her mother was very stubborn for some reason. In the end, Zhu Qianying still did not get to see her maternal grandparents and uncle.
She couldn't find her uncle, and she didn't want to look for her scumbag father. In the end, it was Le Tong who suggested that President Ji take on the role of leading her into the scene.
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