76 Wedding Photos
◎Brother, please stop.◎
"Sister, what were you talking to the doctor about?"
Liang Jingyi tapped the lilies placed in the corridor, and the water droplets inside bounced out, reflecting beautiful light.
Liang Zhihui grasped her wrist and pulled her back, his brows furrowed slightly as he lowered his voice, "Jingyi, don't be so careless when you're out and about. Ask the doctor the same old questions. After all, it's early pregnancy, so there aren't many tests."
Liang Jingyi withdrew his hand: "Oh. One more thing, Second Sister, Liang Youwei asked us to pick out bridesmaid dresses. Do you have any rough ideas?"
Liang Zhihui continued walking towards the VIP lounge. "Bridesmaid dresses? They should match her main veil. They don't need to be too overpowering. Just be dignified and respectable. Get rid of those revealing, backless, and high-slit ones. A few days ago, I ordered three candies for the wedding. Have you tried them? Which one tasted better?"
Sunlight occasionally streamed in through the window. Liang Jingyi raised her wrist slightly to block the light, squinting her eyes. "I don't like candy, so I only tried the chocolate. The third one was the perfect flavor. But second sister, why don't you let big brother try it?"
Liang Zhihui stepped aside, letting the pregnant woman pass first. He chuckled inexplicably, "Nothing he eats tastes bad."
"Let him try it, it's three wedding candies in one."
After thinking for a moment, Liang Jingyi agreed: "That's right. But then again, hasn't Big Brother always been picky about food?"
She still doesn't understand why a person with such skills as a "cook" is not picky about the food he eats. As long as it is edible, Liang Tingan will eat it all.
"He had some ambitions before he went abroad, but they faded a lot after he arrived in the US. Shortly after returning, it happened to be the time when Weiwei liked to cook. Every day there were all sorts of new dishes for people to try. I usually secretly threw them into the trash, but my brother would usually finish them all. His sense of taste... maybe it deteriorated around that time."
Talking about the past, Liang Zhihui lowered his eyes and smiled, and rarely felt nostalgic.
"At that time, I loved working overtime just to avoid having Liang Youwei's dinner. But this girl had no tact and just thought I was working hard. She would eagerly come to bring me food and watch me finish it. After I finished eating well, she would praise me, saying that my sister worked hard to make money and I should keep up the good work."
She imitated the girl's voice, pinched her throat for the first time, and a bright smile appeared in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
"Later, Weiwei grew up and no longer liked to run into the kitchen or delve into the dishes, so we no longer had those strange things to eat."
Liang Jingyi listened quietly, recalling herself back then.
What was she doing then? At seventeen or eighteen, besides studying, the thing she did most was probably cursing people, and she did it with high spirits and arrogance, with a sense of extreme inferiority and excessive pride.
Others' teenage dreams might be about things they couldn't achieve—some about grades, others about love. But Liang Jingyi's constant concern was when she could become the best, conquer the world, and then destroy it.
The second sister's gentle voice pulled her out of the ropes of memory and returned her to reality and calmness: "Jingyi, you are probably the pickiest eater I have ever seen. Sometimes, Weiwei eats more than you do, and she is half a head shorter than you."
Speaking of this, Liang Jingyi was rarely embarrassed and asked in a low voice: "Really? Actually, I just don't want to compromise and don't want to force myself to eat something I don't like."
Liang Jingyi has always had very high standards for food, clothing, and daily necessities, both in the past and now. The only difference is whether or not she has conditions. When conditions allow, she insists on having the best of everything, and only takes a small portion.
Clothing, food, travel, career, and even your significant other should all be the best.
Both of them were tall, with long arms and legs. After walking and chatting for just a few minutes, they arrived next to Liang Youwei.
"Are you hungry?" Many tests for pregnant women require fasting, which is very tiring. Liang Zhihui rubbed his sister's fluffy hair and asked her.
Liang Youwei nodded and looked up at her: "I'm hungry."
She just read a lot of words and memorized some things, which required quite a lot of brainpower.
"Everything is normal after the test. What would you like to eat?"
"Um...McDonkey?"
Liang Zhihui sighed and pulled the girl up. "Let's go, Queen Maimen. Can Jingyi get used to fast food?"
"Sure." In the past, I wanted to eat it but couldn't bear to order it.
The three of them walked out of the lounge and into the elevator.
"When are the wedding photos going to be taken?" Liang Jingyi asked casually as he stepped onto the third basement floor.
Liang Youwei yawned. "Maybe tomorrow. Taking ten or so photos in China should be enough."
She had already taken enough stunning photos; one or two wouldn't be a big deal. She and Shao Yue were marrying for the face, the excitement, the novelty, not the photos; photos could be taken anytime.
Seeing that she didn't seem to care, Liang Jingyi couldn't help but feel secretly happy. See, Shao Yue, what's the big deal if you marry her? She didn't even bother to take wedding photos with you.
Liang Jingyi was very proud, with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Don't you want to take some photos abroad?" She needed more evidence to support the argument that "Liang Youwei doesn't care about this marriage."
Her lover did as she wished, saying sternly, "It's not like I haven't been there before. And I'm afraid of accidents along the way. It's said in novels that you have to be very careful during the first three months of pregnancy."
Liang Zhihui leaned against the solid-colored sedan wall, her shoulders folded. At this point, she stopped emphasizing the idea that "the safety of the fetus depends on the quality of the sperm." Instead, she said calmly, "Weiwei has a point. After the first three months, you're basically free. Now's the time to be more careful."
Hearing this, Liang Youwei became more certain of her idea. She had already told Shao Yue that she would not go abroad, and he had tried to say that it was okay.
Liang Jingyi wanted to push further, and brushed his fingertips across the man's white wrist, lightly, as if he was not paying attention. "I don't have anything to do tomorrow."
So, you can invite me.
"But isn't tomorrow a workday?" Liang Youwei looked at her sideways, puzzled and not understanding.
Shao Yue specifically scheduled the wedding photo shoot on a weekday, with the reason being that "it is convenient to take photos outdoors and there won't be too many people."
Liang Youwei once asked, "Why didn't you clear the area in advance?" Shao Yue replied, "My mother wouldn't let me." Ms. Song argued that everyone has the right to appreciate beautiful scenery, that individuals shouldn't seek privilege, and that officials should exercise self-discipline. Liang Youwei immediately felt a surge of emotion when she heard this, because her siblings had always taught her that "business is about buying and selling, paying for services, that's all."
However, Ms. Youwei felt that both explanations made sense, so she wouldn't listen. She didn't care; as long as she could take photos, it was fine. Someone unexpectedly showed up, it was "human life," and no one was there, it was "natural." Either way, she was fine.
Liang Jingyi secretly complained that this woman was not understanding of romance and had no tact, so he could only cough twice and said bluntly: "Don't you want to take a photo with me?"
The other party hit a straight ball, and Liang Youwei reacted in disbelief. Feeling guilty, she couldn't help but whispered: "But this is not good, right? Jingyi, this situation is special. I have to take wedding photos with Shao Yue alone. If you are here too, he will definitely be secretly sad."
Liang Youwei is already a little embarrassed to let others become a father, so how can she take wedding photos with multiple people?
With a ding, the elevator arrived at its destination and three people walked out.
Liang Jingyi desperately suppressed his usual sarcastic tone and tried his best to make his tone pitiful: "So I deserve to be secretly sad, right? Liang Youwei, what am I to you? Big brother and Qin Zhen may be the father of your child after all, and Shao Yue is your legitimate husband. I have nothing left, and until now, you are not even willing to take wedding photos with me?"
What kind of nonsense is this?
Liang Youwei wanted to cry but had no tears. Who dared to make this person "secretly sad"? She was so helpless: "It's not that I don't like it, but we can obviously shoot alone, why do we have to choose this time?"
Why else? It was a provocation, of course. In the shadows, unseen by anyone, Liang Jingyi gritted his teeth.
Liang Youwei was still trying to persuade him kindly, "Besides, if I let you join, what will happen to my second sister and Lingyu? They still have to work."
It is really important to keep a balance. Unrest in the family is often caused by the immorality of the elders. The same applies to relationships. Liang Youwei considers herself to be very moral and will not let anyone down.
Liang Zhihui remained calm and unlocked the light gray BMW.
"I'm not busy. Tomorrow isn't Monday, and there won't be a general meeting. I can adjust my workload appropriately."
Liang Youwei, who wanted to use her second sister to restrain her third sister, fell silent. She lowered her head quietly and fiddled with her mobile phone.
Liang Jingyi didn't care about other people's lives, but was extremely curious about everything about Liang Youwei. His beautiful eyes were almost narrowed into a slit, but he still persisted in looking at Liang Youwei's mobile phone screen.
Liang Zhihui couldn't bear to watch, so he closed his eyes, then opened them again and reminded, "Fasten your seat belt."
"Third sister, can you please stop staring at me? I just want to know if Lingyu is free tomorrow. I can't leave her alone."
Liang Youwei was a little crazy, with a lot of complaints but no place to vent them.
Liang Jingyi boasted shamelessly, and after a cold laugh, he began to chant: "Oh, I wanted to take a photo shoot with you, but you almost refused me a thousand times; now Zhao Lingyu doesn't know about this at all, but you can't wait to tell her and invite her. Liang Youwei, I knew you didn't cherish what you got. In the past, you listened to everything I said, but now? Don't even bother to listen, even if I'm trying..."
Liang Youwei couldn't listen any longer. Fine, fine, since she couldn't explain it clearly, she would just go ahead and press Liang Jingyi down, pinch her pointed chin with her slender fingers, and kiss her with her eyes closed.
Grind, lick, bite, rub, use all your strength.
In just three seconds, the person under him instantly transformed into a "good girl".
Liang Jingyi was no longer angry and stopped talking. The only thing on his mind was "Liang Youwei took the initiative to ask for a kiss from me."
Feeling that it was almost time, Liang Youwei slightly opened her right eye, still squinting her left eye, to observe Liang Jingyi's reaction. Fortunately, she was intoxicated and should not be angry.
Pinching her earlobe as if rewarding her, Liang Youwei slowly stood up and sat back down to the side. She intertwined her fingers with hers and spoke softly, "Lingyu is only nineteen years old, younger than the rest of us. Of course we should pay more attention to her. What if she's feeling upset and doesn't say anything, and gets sad and sulky all by herself?"
If she doesn't say it's her business, why should I be considerate? Liang Jingyi frowned, suppressing the urge to complain out loud. What's wrong with being young? He might be younger than Liang Youwei.
Seeing that the people around her were still unhappy, Liang Youwei softened her voice again, pouting her lips and preparing to kiss again: "And didn't I agree? We can take a photo together..."
As luck would have it, at this moment, Liang Zhihui raised his eyes, glanced at the rearview mirror, and coughed lightly.
It was like hitting a snake in its most vulnerable part. Upon hearing the noise, Liang Youwei suddenly fell silent.
I almost forgot that my second sister was driving in front... Did she see everything about my "bold" way of coaxing people just now?
Suddenly, Liang Youwei dared not move.
Of course Liang Jingyi also heard the cough. Her facial expression was unnatural, so she simply turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, and just quietly held Liang Youwei's hand.
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The next day arrived quickly.
Shao Yue's good temper is unique. When he saw Liang Jingyi and others, he remained calm. When he saw Liang Ting'an and Qin Zhen, he was still dignified and generous, and could even nod and greet them calmly.
The only person whose expression suddenly changed was Liang Youwei. She almost felt dizzy as she looked over in despair and confusion: "Qin Zhen, big brother, why are you here too?"
This time it was definitely not Liang Jingyi who invited him, because her face looked even worse than his, and she rolled her eyes before she even said anything.
Qin Zhen walked over calmly and even had the leisure to put the ring on her finger: "Third sister and the others can come. Why, Weiwei, can't I?"
The huge and exaggerated sapphire diamond ring was perfectly sized for the middle finger, and its purity, brightness and cut were all top-notch, which successfully suppressed Liang Youwei's anger.
But what was inappropriate was still inappropriate. She twisted Qin Zhen hard and said, "Third sister and the others can take pictures with me in the name of relatives and friends, but what about you and eldest brother? Are you going to take pictures with Shao Yue in the name of best man?"
Don’t you know that women are forbidden to have sex during their lifetime?
Liang Ting'an also maintained his composure, smiling as usual: "Brother's custom-made high heels arrived last month. Doesn't Weiwei want to try them on right away?"
As he spoke, he opened the square box in his hand, revealing a pair of shiny pointed stiletto heels with the toes almost completely inlaid with amethysts, and they were Liang Youwei's favorite ten-centimeter high.
Seeing Liang Youwei's eyes light up as she took the shoes, he lowered his eyes and chuckled, saying slowly, "Don't worry about the photos, Weiwei. No one stipulates that all wedding photos must be released, and no one stipulates that the bride cannot take a family photo with the father of her unborn child."
At that moment, there was only a "click" sound as the gorgeous and luxurious handmade high heels fell to the ground. Apart from that, the fitting room was silent.
Liang Ting'an seemed oblivious to what was happening. He slowly and methodically took Liang Youwei's hand and pulled her to sit on a high-backed chair. He then squatted down, gently lifted her fair and delicate ankle, and put on her crystal slippers, the only pair in the world.
Then, she fastened on a slender, translucent ruby anklet. The anklet was made of interwoven gold and red threads, with a silver bell hanging in the middle. The cool touch, pressed unobstructed against her ankle, made Liang Youwei shiver.
But as soon as she shook, the chain on her foot began to jingle, sometimes lightly, sometimes loudly, and every jingle made her terrified. Her face flushed, and her exposed smooth shoulders trembled, giving her goose bumps.
"Brother, don't..."
Shao Yue frowned, picked up the cashmere blanket beside him and put it on Liang Youwei, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, please stop."
He patted the girl's back soothingly, his voice changing at lightning speed, soft and gentle: "If you don't like it, take it off. Don't be afraid, Weiwei."
It was obvious that Liang Ting'an had no idea when to stop. He was still kneeling on one knee, smiling softly and asking, "Brother is right here. Do you really have to take it off and make Brother sad?"
Liang Youwei murmured: "That's not what I meant, but, but this chain is really scary..."
It was red, bright, heavy, and loud. Moreover, it was tied in such an inexplicable place in front of everyone.
Her thoughts weren't the ancient "a woman must marry if her feet are seen" kind of thing; it was simply because Liang Ting'an liked to hold her ankles in bed. If it were Qin Zhen putting anklets on her, Liang Youwei wouldn't be so upset.
Because Qin Zhen likes to kiss necks, he is not as perverted as Liang Tingan.
"Scary?" Her good brother laughed softly, "I obviously didn't do anything."
You're reminding me of something you've done! Liang Youwei immediately opened her eyes wide and glared at him, wondering why her brother was getting worse and worse. In the past, he only kept us on suspense at that time...
At some point, Qin Zhen walked over, extended his hand, and said calmly and gently: "Aren't you going to take a photo?"
His eyes moved away from the bottom and his Adam's apple rolled for a moment.
It turns out Liang Ting'an also has a sense of aesthetics. And, surprisingly, it's quite good.
He suddenly felt that he could also order some small jewelry for Liang Youwei to wear for fun.
However, when Liang Youwei was about to stand up, someone blocked her way.
"Lingyu..." Before I could ask anything more, I saw a girl in a green velvet dress squatting down with an expressionless face. With her nimble hands, she untied the precious chain in no time.
She stuffed the ruby chain back into the hand of the person who customized it, not smiling at all: "Mr. Liang, this accessory is not suitable for today's theme. I'm sorry."
The next second, Zhao Lingyu looked at the person involved and symbolically asked for his opinion: "What do you think?"
Liang Youwei was afraid that the little sister would be sad, so she nodded non-stop in agreement: "Yeah, it really doesn't match well." After saying that, she immediately winked at Liang Ting'an: Don't refute, don't refute, don't refute!
"Then let's go." Liang Jingyi, who had been watching from afar with her teeth gnashing, was now satisfied. She smiled kindly, walked over as if she hadn't seen Qin Zhen, and took Liang Youwei's arm.
She even bumped into him on purpose, causing pain in his shoulder bones, without showing any mercy.
Qin Zhen took a deep breath.
You can't argue with a madman.
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The morning's shooting content was all indoors. Zhao Lingyu had studied photography professionally, and she wanted to take a solo photo of Liang Youwei first. The men were of no use for the time being, so they stood aside consciously.
Shao Yue raised his wrist and his eyes rested on the diamond-studded dial for a moment. If you hadn't heard the sound, you would have thought he was just checking the time.
"You two are too well-informed to even join in the fun at an event like this."
The dark light in his eyes met the bright brilliance of the diamond, and was hidden in the air, unnoticed.
"But I'm really curious, who is the biological father of Weiwei's child? Why are they all claiming it? How did you get such certainty?"
Qin Zhen had received Liang Youwei's personal admission, so he must have been incredibly confident. He put his hands in his pockets, his posture casual, "How could Weiwei's words be false? I was her first time, do you understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he asked and answered himself: "Oh, no, Mr. Shao probably doesn't quite understand. After all, you lost your virginity in who knows when. The King of Hell is about to get tenosynovitis on his fingers, but he still hasn't found where our Second Young Master's virginity is. And, big brother, you had a lot of fun in the United States during those years, didn't you? Whether it was clean or not is another matter."
Want to lead him into a quarrel with Liang Ting'an? There's no need for that, right? They've already been arguing for several rounds, what else does he need to stir up trouble?
Liang Ting'an had originally intended to focus his firepower on Shao Yue, the despicable, swindling thief, but upon hearing Qin Zhen's smug remark about "the first time" and the insinuation that he was "dirty," his rage instantly reversed. Disbelief turned to rage, a raging fire that he couldn't control with any reason.
"First time? So she's your badge of honor. Does Weiwei know she's just a tool to you? You keep emphasizing the issue of cleanliness. I wonder if you have something to hide. Or maybe, after all, your only advantage is cleanliness. Qin Zhen, don't you know how to write about low self-esteem?"
Liang Ting'an found loopholes in his words and exaggerated his sarcasm. Qin Zhen was so angry that his face turned blue, and he began to mock Shao Yue mercilessly.
"And you, Shao Yue. Regardless of whose child it is, it's obviously none of your business. What makes you think Weiwei will always be with you? As the child grows older, unless he looks exactly like Weiwei, anyone can see that he can't be your child. Do you think Weiwei would give you something to hold against her? The most important question you should be thinking about now is when Liang Youwei will file for divorce."
He spoke one sentence after another, not wanting to leave even the surface of emotion.
Qin Zhen took several deep breaths to calm himself down. "Brother, you're rarely speaking frankly. I'm sure you've lost all confidence in yourself and are desperate, right? That's right. Weiwei is only twenty-two this year, and you're already approaching thirty. You do have a lot of sense of crisis."
His smile was filled with unconcealed malice, and his gaze shifted to Liang Ting'an's suit pockets. "Big brother, you're probably not happy about the thought of having a child calling you uncle, right? Look, you've gone so far as to customize anklets, not afraid of scaring Weiwei."
Shao Yue also resented the "divorce crisis" Liang Ting'an mentioned, and followed Qin Zhen's tone: "Back then, Uncle Liang—oh no, he should be called Dad now. He was so anxious to talk to me about Weiwei's marriage, probably to prevent a psychopathic uncle from forcing his nephew to call him father, right?"
"The older generation always has a ruthless eye for things. They naturally know what kind of man would be able to stay with Weiwei forever, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen me. With all due respect, there's a reason why you can't find a wife. You two also have the advantage of gender, so why can't you be recognized? Furthermore, if Weiwei truly loved you, why would she so calmly agree to marry me?"
For the first time, Shao Yue stood up straight, with a smile on his face.
"In addition to looking outward, people should also reflect on themselves. Big brother, and Weiwei's ex-boyfriend."
Finally, he called out to the two men, emphasizing each word.
Qin Zhen clenched his fists.
"Shao Yue! Can you come over here for a moment?"
But at this moment, Liang Youwei's cheerful voice came from far away, accompanied by a sweet and fragrant breeze.
She lifted the hem of her glittering skirt and tilted her head in confusion: "Did you three have a fight? Why do I feel like... you guys are not very happy?"
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