Uncle Hai led Zhu Qianying into the fitting room. "Ying'er, these wedding dresses are all the latest designs that Madam had the designer send over. Take a look and see which ones you like, or if you have any ideas of your own, write them down. Later, when the young master finishes his work, he will come up and help you take a look."
Zhu Qianying nodded, "Okay, I'll take a look myself first. Uncle Hai, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it."
Zhu Qianying wasn't particularly enthusiastic about wedding dresses. Even though the dozen or so dresses in front of her were very beautiful, and it was easy to see that they were all top-notch in terms of style, materials, and workmanship, and were clearly made by famous designers, in her eyes at this moment, they were no different from T-shirts and jeans in her closet.
Indeed, a wedding dress only truly shines when paired with genuine affection.
For a wedding like hers, which was essentially just going through the motions, there was practically no difference between wearing a T-shirt and a wedding dress.
Uncle Hai, of course, had no idea what Zhu Qianying was thinking. As an old man, there was no point in him staying. After giving his instructions, he left.
"Young Master, Ying'er is staying overnight tonight. Will she share a room with you, or should we prepare another guest room?"
After Uncle Hai left, the first thing he naturally did was to find out what the young master was thinking.
Otherwise, we might accidentally ruin the young master's plans.
Yan Shao was looking at the sales data for Tongyao KTV this month when he heard Uncle Hai's inquiry. Without even looking up, he asked, "What did she say?"
Uncle Hai secretly groaned. Zhu Qianying was a guest, what could he say? Of course, she should follow the host's arrangements and stay wherever the host made them.
Besides, Zhu Qianying is the young mistress of the Yan family, and Uncle Hai felt he really couldn't make that decision.
“Ying’er didn’t say anything.” Uncle Hai had no choice but to report the truth.
"Okay, I understand."
It seems that Yan Shao's mind is not on Zhu Qianying at all.
Knowing that the young master hates it when others chatter on and on while he's working, Uncle Hai didn't press further even though he couldn't get a definite answer. He quietly withdrew and told the servants to prepare a guest room.
After finally finishing his work, Young Master Yan went out to get a drink of water, but Uncle Hai immediately stepped forward to remind him, "Young Master, Ying'er is still waiting for you in the fitting room."
Uncle Hai also admired Zhu Qianying. From a little after eight o'clock until almost eleven o'clock, she had actually stayed obediently in the fitting room without coming out to complain once.
Another young lady might not be able to withstand such neglect.
At the very least, the one from the Yi family definitely wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Hmm..." Young Master Yan responded faintly, finished a glass of water, went out onto the terrace, lit a cigar, leaned against the railing, and looked at the dappled shadows of the trees in the garden, seemingly lost in thought. Only after the cigar burned out did he straighten up, pinch his brow, and turn to go into the inner room.
"Young Master..." Uncle Hai glanced at the wall clock; it was almost 11:30.
"I know!" Young Master Yan waved his hand impatiently and walked up the stairs.
Yan Shao pushed open the door to the fitting room, expecting it to be a complete mess with clothes and wedding dresses scattered all over the floor.
Unexpectedly, the inside was spotless, with over a dozen wedding dresses designed by famous designers, all worn intact on the mannequins.
Judging from the appearance, it seems that it was never taken off at all.
Meanwhile, Zhu Qianying, whom he thought would be attracted by these expensive wedding dresses, was sitting cross-legged on the carpet with her back to the row of wedding dresses and facing the door. She had her laptop on her lap and was typing away.
Without disturbing her, Yan Shao took off his shoes and walked towards her barefoot.
Although he didn't deliberately try to arouse her interest, he also didn't intend to sneak around. He took large strides, and his clothes rustled as he did so.
When Yan Shao was about five or six steps away from her, he finally saw her raise her head.
"Finished with work?" Zhu Qianying gave him a slight smile, then snapped her hands shut and closed the laptop.
"Hmm, what are you doing?"
Yan Shao bent down, supported himself on the carpet with one hand, and sat down neatly next to her.
Zhu Qianying put the computer aside and said, "Just browse the internet and wander around."
Yan Shao looked at her thoughtfully. The way she was so focused just now didn't seem like someone who would be browsing the internet or just wandering around.
However, since she didn't want to talk about it, he was too lazy to ask. Anyway, it was none of his business, wasn't it?
Yan Shao turned around, pointed to the long row of beautiful wedding dresses behind him, and asked, "What do you think of the wedding dresses? Which ones do you like?"
Zhu Qianying smiled and said, "They're all beautiful!"
But her calm demeanor didn't make her seem particularly beautiful.
"If you don't mind the hassle, you can order them all and change them one by one later." Yan Shao's lips curled slightly, making it impossible to guess his thoughts at this moment.
Zhu Qianying genuinely found it troublesome, "No, two or three sets should be enough, right? I think these are all fine. Take a look and pick a few sets."
Yan Shao raised an eyebrow. Could it be that what he had heard before was wrong?
It is said that no woman can escape the allure of a wedding dress.
But the one in front of me seems to have no interest in these wedding dresses at all?
Could it be that she doesn't like these things?
"Do you have another designer you prefer? This designer's style is the style my mom likes, so it's normal if you don't like it. Why don't you contact the designer yourself and decide on the style yourself?"
Yan Shao had just looked at the sales data of Tongyao KTV for the past month, and it was better than he had expected. He was in a very good mood.
Moreover, regarding the wedding dress, my mother specifically instructed him that he must be patient and that Zhu Qianying's opinion must come first.
Therefore, at this moment, Young Master Yan was unusually considerate and gentle towards Zhu Qianying.
Zhu Qianying shook her head again, "No, Young Master Yan, you misunderstood. I really like this designer's style, and I like these too, so you can pick any of them, I'm fine with it."
Yan Shao stared at her intently, noticing that her expression was quite serious and there was no hint of joking.
"Are you serious? You really let me choose?"
"Yes! I like all of these. If you pick a few, it means we both like them, right?"
Despite being in a very good mood, Yan Shao inexplicably became somewhat annoyed again.
"Stand up!"
Zhu Qianying was puzzled, but she still obediently stood up.
"Spin around!" Young Master Yan raised his head slightly and squinted at her.
Zhu Qianying cooperated by turning around twice, and then looked at him quietly from top to bottom.
No wonder she said any of these styles would be fine. With a figure like hers, she's almost as good as a model. Plus, with her incredibly deceptive and exquisite face, any wedding dress would look amazing on her and bring out her unique charm.
How tall?
When Yan Shao stands next to other girls, he usually thinks they are very petite, but when he is with her, he has never had a similar feeling.
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