Chapter 45 will be as white as a wedding dress.
Zhong Yan knew all her emotions.
Jin Huan suddenly realized this at that moment; Zhong Yan was clearly taking care of her feelings because she didn't tell him why she was crying.
He must be worried about her.
They're definitely worried.
Jin Huan paused for a moment, then immediately nodded and replied, "Of course."
Hearing her reply, Zhong Yan's breathing slowed down, and the person on the other end of the line seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, saying, "Send me the address, I'm coming over now."
After hanging up the phone, Jin Huan immediately sent the address over.
"Zhong Yan called?" Tan Xi saw her expression change instantly. She looked worried when she came in the morning, but now her mood was visibly good, perfectly illustrating what it means to see the sun after the clouds have parted.
"Yes," Jin Huan admitted, a smile already appearing on her lips. "Mr. Zhong came to pick me up."
Although Jin Huan repeatedly said that she didn't need to be seen off, Tan Xi still escorted her to her building. The gate of the residential area was not far ahead. After exchanging a few words, Zhong Yan's car arrived.
Jin Huan saw it at a glance, and her heart had already flown over. She pointed over there and asked Tan Xi if she wanted to go and say hello to Zhong Yan.
"No need," Tan Xi smiled. "Just pass on the message for me."
There's no need to make a special trip to say hello.
Jin Huan didn't say much, said goodbye to Tan Xi, and then walked towards the door with the book in her hand. She took a few quick steps, then started jogging, her skirt turning into a butterfly in the running wind.
Tan Xi watched her back as Zhong Yan got out of the car. Jin Huan excitedly went to him, eager to give him a hug, but then withdrew her hand from the air out of consideration for the occasion, and could only look at him with bright eyes.
People who were originally separated into two different worlds by Tan Xi have miraculously ended up in the same world.
To be honest, even after seeing it with her own eyes, she still found it hard to believe.
Tan Xi smiled.
She didn't continue looking and turned back.
This period of time was neither long nor short, as July and August were almost over. During this time, they not only did not meet, but they also hardly spoke or chatted, making her feel as if they had been separated for a very, very long time.
So much so that after Jin Huan opened his mouth and called out "Sir," there was nothing more to say.
"Get in the car." Zhong Yan didn't say anything, but simply opened the car door for her.
Jin Huan sat down, still holding her books in her arms. After Zhong Yan sat down, she said, "Today is Teacher Tan's birthday. She invited a few of us students to lunch."
Zhong Yan gave a faint "Mmm": "I know."
I've already heard about it from her aunt.
His gaze swept over the book in Jin Huan's arms. Jin Huan noticed and took the book out to show him: "This was given to me by Teacher Tan."
Zhong Yan stared at the book for two seconds. Jin Huan noticed his gaze and hesitated for a few seconds before tentatively asking, "Have you seen this before?"
Zhong Yan shook his head: "I haven't seen it."
Zhong Yan has an excellent memory, which often makes Jin Huan wonder if he has some kind of system installed in his brain. He can accurately remember the contents of any book he has read, and if he says he hasn't read it, then he definitely hasn't read it.
Jin Huan hadn't intended to ask this, but since it wasn't important now, she said, "But you have this book in your study."
Zhong Yan replied calmly, "I know."
He paused for a moment: "Tan Xi gave it to me."
Jin Huan slightly opened her mouth.
She stammered, as if someone had hit her weak spot, "You...you remember?"
Zhong Yan didn't answer, but simply turned and looked at her calmly.
He still had that all-seeing look in his eyes, and even the little tantrum Jin Huan had thrown earlier seemed so affected in his presence. Thinking of this, Jin Huan lowered her head in shame: "I accidentally saw it before, so I misunderstood."
A "bloody incident" triggered by a book.
Jin Huan has a very open-minded personality. Aside from being a little sensitive at times, she is very magnanimous once she understands things and doesn't hold grudges.
It was only after I understood that I realized I had gone too far.
Jin Huan is also experiencing marriage for the first time, and she is still learning these principles.
She still needs to study hard.
She began to reflect on her behavior again.
The two remained silent until the car stopped.
Trying on wedding dresses was arranged long ago. Zhong Yan had asked Jin Huan for her opinion beforehand and showed her a few brands to learn about the different styles of each brand. Jin Huan's preferences were quite clear; compared to those dreamy and ethereal styles, she preferred something simpler and more elegant.
Jin Huan's expression was gentle; she wanted to look more mature so she could be a better match for Zhong Yan.
Jin Huan put on light makeup before going out today. The makeup artist made some minor adjustments to her look. She doesn't need to use a lot of makeup anyway. At this age, she looks good even with minimal makeup. Her age and beauty are her greatest advantages.
Putting your hair up makes you look more elegant.
Five wedding dresses were prepared in total, all chosen by Zhong Yan according to Jin Huan's preferences. Two of them were haute couture, and Zhong Yan had taken Jin Huan's measurements two months in advance.
Today is a good day to try them together.
The quantity is not large, and we were worried that Jin Huan might find it tiring, so we specifically reduced it to five sets.
Enjoy trying them all.
Every single one is great, and they all suit her perfectly.
The last style is haute couture, a design that Zhong Yan personally communicated with the designer on. The strapless bodice has a three-dimensional cut that accentuates the girl's beautiful collarbone and shoulders. Two layers of irregular tulle drape down from the chest to the ankles. The lines are very simple and not exaggerated, yet they perfectly highlight Jin Huan's beauty.
It's very light to wear, and it's pure white with no excessive decorations.
This is my favorite piece.
She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself, then turned to look at Zhong Yan. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she softly asked him, "Sir, is this alright?"
Zhong Yan's gaze was calm, with only a deep tenderness always present in his eyes. He quietly watched her and replied softly, "I'm glad you like it."
Jin Huan was very satisfied with Zhong Yan's taste.
She didn't worry about these details at all; Zhong Yan handled all the communication and revisions. He knew exactly what she liked and what she wanted, and he could arrange everything meticulously.
Jin Huan thought for a moment and said she would choose one.
What she meant was that for the wedding, she should choose one set, this one being her favorite, and keep it, since it would be hers anyway.
The previous outfit had a larger skirt and was more formal, making it more suitable for big occasions, while this one... can be worn only on occasions where it's just for them.
That's what Jin Huan thought.
Zhong Yan listened to her and had the staff make alterations according to her measurements, keeping the last two sets.
Jin Huan opened her arms so that the staff could take her measurements again.
She was as obedient as a doll that could be manipulated at will.
Jin Huan was completely cooperative, doing whatever she was told, and she was very kind to the staff, always smiling at them with her eyes crinkled, which made the young lady feel quite embarrassed.
Zhong Yan sat on the sofa in front of her, quietly watching her.
Jin Huan could tell that Zhong Yan's attitude was very indifferent today.
Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for so long, they had become estranged. Not to mention anything else, they hadn't even kissed, and their relationship was nothing like it used to be.
Ultimately, it's all her fault.
It's her fault.
Jin Huan turned away, so she could only see him in the mirror. She gradually drifted into a daze, connecting the relationship between her aunt and uncle to that of her husband. Even though her aunt and uncle loved each other so much, they still took their marriage seriously. This is a lifelong topic.
"Would you like to try on a suit?" Jin Huan asked him.
"I've prepared a few outfits," Zhong Yan said. "I'll wear them for you to see later."
Jin Huan nodded expectantly.
Only now did she finally begin to feel like she was actually preparing for the wedding.
After changing out of her wedding dress, Zhong Yan took her to a restaurant he had booked. On the way, Jin Huan broke her silence and tried to talk more, attempting to mend their strained relationship.
“Today I heard Teacher Tan talk about your university days, and I even saw a photo of you from that time at her place.” Jin Huan fully expressed her curiosity and interest in Zhong Yan, her tone becoming light and cheerful. “You were quite dignified back then…”
Using the solemn word "majestic" to describe Zhong Yan, who is in her early twenties, makes one wonder what she means and what her intentions are. It's unclear what she's implying is particularly fierce.
The more anxious she became, the calmer Zhong Yan became.
Jin Huan's attempts to smear the grease only made things worse, so she decided to shut up and say nothing more.
Zhong Yan gazed calmly ahead, as if a gentle stream of water quietly flowed around him.
It was already evening when the car drove over. The sunset was like a warm egg yolk. The car stopped in front of the restaurant, and Zhong Yan helped her out of the car, whispering to her, "Be careful."
Jin Huan looked down at his hand holding hers.
This seemed to be the first time they had physical contact today. Compared to their previous absurd and excessive contact, this handshake was nothing at all, but Jin Huan felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She asked Zhong Yan, "Did I make you worry?"
She had originally wanted to ask him these questions in a more private setting, and to tell him her true feelings later in the day, but now she couldn't help herself.
Fang Jinhuan is just so impatient; he's practically childish.
She cursed herself in her heart.
"I was very worried." Zhong Yan did not deny it. "I kept thinking, more than why you cried, I was worried about whether you shed any more tears later, and whether you felt any better."
"No, that's all." Jin Huan immediately denied it, obediently stating that she was eating and sleeping well at her aunt's place and was in a good mood, and that she was taking good care of protecting her tear ducts.
After all, I cried enough that time; any more and I'd be doomed.
Zhong Yan's words made Jin Huan unconsciously frown. When she was trying on the wedding dress, Zhong Yan didn't say much. Although Jin Huan could feel his gentle gaze, he was too calm, which made Jin Huan feel uneasy and nervous.
She muttered to herself, "You didn't seem very happy when I tried on wedding dresses."
Zhong Yan looked at her, his tone still calm, and then praised, "Our little treasure looks beautiful in her wedding dress."
He emphasized, "It's very beautiful."
Jin Huan wrinkled her nose slightly, feeling that she had asked Zhong Yan before saying this, and intuitively felt that it was just to coax her.
Jin Huan muttered with dissatisfaction, "But you didn't say anything when I tried it just now."
As he stepped inside, the sunlight that had been shining on him vanished, plunging him into a dark shadow. His expression darkened, and he said in a flat tone, "I didn't say anything earlier because I was afraid I might do something utterly immoral."
Jin Huan almost thought she had misheard him when he said such contrasting things in such a tone.
“You’re not the one who’s utterly heartless…” she retorted, her voice growing softer as she spoke.
Mr. Zhong, who is always very good, cannot be described with this word. He is not a good match for her in any way, but Jin Huan's lack of confidence also subtly reveals some problems.
"Completely immoral" at times.
"Mmm." Zhong Yan leaned close to her ear, his breath enveloping her, carrying a faint woody scent. Then she heard him say in an equally low voice, "I would like to go in like that."
I can't help but imagine that whatever falls on it will be as white as the wedding dress.
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