In a photography studio.
Lan Ting was putting on makeup while Lin Chuxue was clipping on her wedding headset. Auntie Lan said embarrassedly, “I didn’t want to have a marriage ceremony at first, and we could have just been satisfied with the marriage certificate. However, he insisted on having a ceremony. What a shy thing to say.”
“There is nothing that gives a woman more happiness than when she gets married. How can we just rush one out? Auntie, you’re a strong businesswoman, and you’re afraid of this?” Lin Chuxue laughed.
Auntie Lan laughed bitterly. “But I’m forty years old, and you don’t know what kind of people those guests will be when the time comes. You said Zhou Zhen is at least the third leading soldier of the Zhou Family, then his wife should be someone younger. How can it be an old woman like me?”
“Who said you’re old?” Lin Chuxue rolled her eyes. “Was it Zhou Zhen who dared to say that about you? I will tell Xu Cheng.”
“Don’t.” Auntie Lan smiled. “I’m not unwilling to marry Zhou Zhen, because I also believe that he really likes me. It’s just that it feels a bit odd for me to wear this dress at my age when so many people will be there.”
“You’re scared and nervous, that’s totally normal. It’s your first time, so this is probably premarital syndrome.” Lin Chuxue smiled. “Don’t be afraid, Auntie. I haven’t even officially worn a wedding dress to church with Xu Cheng yet, but if I were you, I would be nervous too. I was just thinking about how one day, Xu Cheng can propose to me and then make up for it properly by throwing me a romantic wedding.”
At this point, Lin Chuxue raised her head fantasizing about giving her hand to Xu Cheng in a vintage-style church.
“Young Master has never proposed to you?” Auntie Lan asked in surprise.
Lin Chuxue gritted her teeth. “Forget about that guy who doesn’t know how to be romantic. It was my father who forced me to marry him in the first place, and he actually rejected my father! It makes me mad just thinking about it; if he doesn’t make up a wedding for me, then don’t expect me to carry his children!”
Auntie Lan looked seriously at Lin Chuxue. “That’s not possible, the young master is the only heir of the Xu family, and he has to have more children. How can he not?”
“Eh yah.” Lin Chuxue felt shy. “I’m envious of you wearing the wedding dress because I want to wear one too.”
Right at this moment.
A lady in her thirties with a nice body figure, a pretty face, and a little bit of charm walked into the studio. She then put her hands on her waist as she looked around and saw Lan Ting, who was sitting in front of the mirror. She rushed over and said, “So you are the one. I couldn’t find you for the longest time. It’s you who stole my Zhou Zhen away, and now you even want to marry him? There is no way!”
When Lin Chuxue saw her trying to pull Auntie Lan’s wedding dress, she shook off her hand and asked, “Who are you?”
This woman had a fancy watch and a Hermes bag in her hand, her clothes were expensive as well; she seemed like a woman from a rich family. Lin Chuxue could tell how she was and what her background was just from her appearance.
At this time, Zhou Zhen, who was also trying on clothes inside, came out from the dressing room and saw this woman. He looked very unhappy as he said, “Miss Ai Jia, why are you here to make trouble? I hope you don’t take our tolerance of your behavior for granted.”
Zhou Zhen came over and whispered in Lan Ting’s ear, explaining, “She’s the daughter of the owner of the biggest jewelry company in Yanjing. She likes me, but I don’t know if this was her father’s idea. I was never interested in her, and I’m already this age. If I wanted to be with her then I would have already done so, right? Lan Ting, don’t misunderstand me.”
