Fan Zhao's eyes were slightly red. He reached out to help Qiao Zhen up and complained, "How can you propose like this? No roses, no ring, and you just want to take me home."
Qiao Zhen took out the box behind her. "But I have little hearts."
Fan Zhao couldn't wait to open the box. Inside lay a red heart the size of Qiao Zhen's fist, with seven black characters on it: "Qiao Zhenzhen's Little Heart".
Qiao Zhen took out the heart and held it in her hands. "I made this myself. The color on it is from the blood that dripped from my heart." She said coaxingly, "If you take this little heart, I belong to you. I'll set a time limit for you, for a lifetime."
Fan Zhao held the small heart-shaped object to his heart and said, "My heart tells me, 'Okay.'"
Overjoyed at having successfully pulled off such a big feat for the first time, Qiao Zhen jumped for joy and leaped onto Fan Zhao, shouting, "Fan Zhaozhao, I love you so much!"
Fan Zhao's fingers trembled with excitement as he said, his voice a mixture of laughter and tears, "I love you too."
Instantly, colorful heart-shaped balloons floated in the air, and their final result was projected on the big screen.
That September, after Qiao Zhen's painstaking preparations, Fan Zhao spent a fortune to fulfill Qiao Zhen's three weddings of the century. The first was a Western-style wedding, with a white wedding dress and a suit; the second was an Eastern-style wedding, with a phoenix coronet, embroidered robe, and red embroidered ball; and the third was a European classical palace-themed wedding.
Rice ball is a flower girl!
Not to be outdone, Du Feng also held a grand wedding with Zhuo Jue in England.
In the end, Zhuo's mother still gave in to their wishes.
Du's mother's second child was a daughter, and her only son was slept with by Zhuo Jue, yet she didn't stop Du Feng. What reason would Zhuo's mother have to stop Zhuo Jue?
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