In March, a grand wedding was held in Bali.
That day, Rong Shang wore a wedding dress designed by Gong Ziming and walked down the red carpet hand in hand with Yun Hao.
Enthusiastic applause, dazzling lights.
The moment Rong Chang turned her head, she saw that Yun Hao's eyes had reddened.
At that moment, he must have truly felt something in his heart.
Rong Shang smiled, completely relaxing.
She has fulfilled one of the original owner's great wishes in her lifetime.
Same wedding, different appearances, same soul.
When Rong Shang stood with him on the wedding platform once again, the man took her hand, and as he bent down, he kissed the back of her hand with deep, passionate kisses.
The ring box was opened, and the diamond ring, the size of a pigeon egg, shone brightly under the light.
The man held it, and with trembling hands, slowly slipped it onto her ring finger.
Rong Shang was smiling, and the cheers from the audience were so loud. She whispered in his ear, "Don't be nervous."
I'm still nervous after all this time.
But she could only keep these thoughts to herself and couldn't say them aloud.
Otherwise, it might turn into a scene of broken engagement.
Gong Ziming might mistakenly believe that she had been married to many other people.
"I...I'm not nervous," Gong Ziming said, trying to appear calm. "It's the ring that's nervous."
"Don't give me that." Rong Shang looked at him and smiled indulgently.
The wedding lasted from five or six in the evening until eleven at night.
When Rong Shang returned to the hotel, her whole body felt like it was falling apart.
The man, however, was in excellent spirits.
He helped her lift her skirt and walked behind her, chewing gum in his mouth.
Oh, by the way, he didn't drink a single drop of alcohol tonight.
Many relatives and friends came over to toast him, but he said that if anyone let him off the hook this time, he would treat him to a month-long trip to Europe, and he would cover all the expenses.
this……
There were dozens, if not hundreds, of people in the room who came to toast him.
What's more, he's now made that statement.
Everyone wants a free trip to Europe.
Thinking of this, Rong Shang turned to look at him and asked, "I heard from the butler that there were a total of 112 people who came to toast tonight. Are you going to treat all of them to a month-long trip to Europe?"
There are no restrictions on whether you travel on a budget or a lavish basis.
"Be careful they don't bankrupt you." Rong Shang shook her head helplessly. Rich people just do things differently.
capricious.
Gong Ziming could tell that she had a problem with it.
He chuckled and reassured her, "No, how much can you spend in a month?"
"What do you think?" Rong Shang almost rolled her eyes at him.
Gong Ziming smiled again.
This time, he handed the hem of his skirt to a servant next to him to hold it up.
He stepped forward and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Yunxi, don't underestimate your husband like that, okay?"
With just this many people, they would go bankrupt after eating this for a month.
Then Gong Ziming has wasted all these years.
"Okay." Seeing his confidence, Rong Shang said nothing more.
As she returned to her room, she casually remarked, "If you have too much money and don't know where to spend it, just spend it on me, you know?"
She doesn't mind how much money you spend on her.
The maid had just put down her skirt and turned to leave when she heard Rong Shang say that, and she burst out laughing.
The man turned around, and the maid quickly lowered her head, "Third Young Master, Miss Yunxi, I'll go first..."
"Hey, what did you call her?"
Gong Ziming frowned, his tone stiff.
The maid realized she had called him by the wrong name.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't think it through for a moment."
"Alright." Rong Shang slapped Gong Ziming's arm. "Don't scare people with that stern face."
"You should go and rest now," she said to the maid.
The other party breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Third Young Madam."
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