Cheng Haoyu sat by the window all night until dawn, when the door was opened.
"Ah Lang, it's time for breakfast." Seeing that the food delivered last night hadn't been touched, the person who delivered the food sighed helplessly and handed the hot breakfast to Cheng Haoyu: "Ah Lang, tomorrow is the day you and Miss Fang are getting married. How did you get yourself into such a mess? Eat something so that you can have strength!"
"Put it on the table!" Cheng Haoyu waved his arm gently at him.
The troupe member placed breakfast on the table with a helpless look on his face, and quietly took away the food that had been left untouched and had long since gone cold. As he walked out of the room, he ran into Fang Biying, who said respectfully, "Miss Fang, Ah Lang hasn't had a single drop of water since yesterday."
Fang Biying glanced at the food in her hand and nodded: "I see, you go and get busy first!"
Cheng Haoyu was still sitting by the window in a daze when she pushed the door open. Fang Biying put down what she was holding, personally picked up the bowl and brought it to Cheng Haoyu's mouth, her lips slightly raised: "Alang, I heard that you haven't eaten a drop of water since yesterday. How can this be possible? Tomorrow is our wedding day. Can you eat less?"
Fang Biying coaxed him to eat like a child, but when she held the bowl and fed it to his mouth, Cheng Haoyu showed disgust and waved his arm, knocking the bowl over in his hand.
With a bang, the bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Miss Fang, what's wrong?" The gatekeeper heard the noise inside and ran over to ask.
Fang Biying was slightly stunned, staring blankly at the rice scattered on the ground.
Cheng Haoyu remained indifferent and motionless. After a long moment, Fang Biying slowly raised her eyes and looked at him. Her heart was already filled with rage, but she managed to hold it back. She said to the people beside her, "It's okay. Just clean this up."
Then she took the wedding dress and went into the inner room. When she came out, the floor had been cleaned up. Fang Biying tried to suppress all her temper and walked to Cheng Haoyu with a smile on her face: "Alang, this is the wedding dress my father had someone make last night. Do you think it looks good?"
Cheng Haoyu didn't even raise his eyebrows, and was too lazy to even look at her.
"Alang, do you really hate me so much now?" Fang Biying asked in a somewhat disappointed tone.
"I have said everything I should have said before, but you have been stubborn and refused to stop. I am very tired now, and saying one more word to you makes me feel extremely disgusted." Cheng Haoyu said seriously.
Fang Biying cast a complicated gaze at him, her brows slightly furrowed, her palms slightly clenched into fists, tears clearly welling up in her eyes, yet she still had to force a smile at him: "Ah Lang, this dress is yours. Try it on and see if it fits you. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I'll have someone make alterations right away."
As she spoke, Fang Biying had already taken the clothes and was comparing them on Cheng Haoyu.
Cheng Haoyu was slightly angry. He pushed away the clothes that were sticking to his body and grabbed her wrist without caring about anything. "I really don't understand why you are so submissive."
Fang Biying raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and looked at him with tearful eyes, pretending to be stupid: "Marrying you has always been my dream, and I never feel wronged."
Cheng Haoyu held her arm and quietly exerted force, pushing her aside, then turned his back to her without saying a word.
"Dad has always been very accurate in judging people's figures. I believe this dress will fit you. I'll leave it here. I'll ask someone to help you change into it tomorrow morning." After she finished speaking, Fang Biying turned and left.
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