Ye Yuwei and Wen Shan chatted for a while. Mo Fei went to try on a wedding gown with a fishtail dress design. However, Mo Fei was too skinny and it did not look good on her.
Ye Yuwei shook her head. Mo Fei had no choice but to try a second one.
The second wedding dress had a trailing train, but her back was almost completely exposed. Ye Yuwei felt that it was too sexy. Mo Fei liked it very much too, but she still ruled it out in the end.
“Qian Yikun won’t like it,” Mo Fei said as she continued to browse.
Ye Yuwei followed Mo Fei and helped her pick out a wedding gown. “Why do you care so much about what Big Brother Qian thinks?”
“Of course. I’m wearing it for him to see. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll be wearing it for nothing, won’t I?” Mo Fei said matter-of-factly. It was a stark contrast to the shy woman who did not even dare mention marriage earlier.
Mo Fei picked another one—a petal tube top with a lace corset and fluffy skirt hem.
Ye Yuwei shook her head. Mo Fei went on to pick out another one. Ye Yuwei leaned on the clothes rack and looked at the woman who was choosing her wedding dress in all seriousness.
How could she be a bad person?
She was very sorry about what happened at the orphanage, but the culprit was no longer there. She did not understand why Ye Cong would not let go of what happened back then.
People were trying on wedding gowns next to them. This was a salon designed for high-end wedding gowns, so those who could come here to try on the wedding dress were mostly rich people.
“Huang Jiaojiao is really pitiful. I heard she’s still locked up at home,” the woman sighed. As for whether she was being sincere, nobody really minded.
The other woman was probably the bride-to-be, so she had been browsing for a wedding gown the whole time. “It can’t be helped. Young Master Qian doesn’t like her. I heard from Jiali that when Huang Jiaojiao’s family went in that night, she was lying on the bed with her clothes disheveled. Young Master Qian saw her with his own eyes. Do you think Young Master Qian can stand her giving him a cuckold?”
Mo Fei listened to the gossip with a cold smile.
“Pity that Young Master Qian. He must have found a woman somewhere. There was such a big problem with Qian Feng Enterprise recently. I think he probably found a random woman.” Another woman smiled. “Jiaqi, isn’t your family on good terms with the Qian family?”
The girl called Jiaqi followed behind them and said impatiently, “What does it have to do with our family? Our family is still counting on my second uncle.”
“I think your second uncle just doesn’t want you to marry into the Qian family. They’re still hoping to find the daughter that has been lost for more than twenty years. They must be dreaming,” replied the woman who was browsing for a wedding gown sarcastically.
Ding Jiaqi was even more annoyed. She went over to help her good friend get the wedding gown, but unexpectedly, Mo Fei’s hand was faster.
Mo Fei held out the wedding gown for Ye Yuwei to see. The wedding dress was covered in a thin veil from the shoulders to the chest. It had no sleeves, tied at the waist, and would fit snugly against the hips to the thighs. Underneath was a small fluffy skirt that had been modified from a tutu skirt. It was not lacking in liveliness in its sexiness. Ye Yuwei nodded.
“Hey, who are you? We’ve taken a fancy to this wedding dress.” Ding Jiaqi was already frustrated. Now that the thing she had taken a fancy to had been taken away by Mo Fei, she seemed to have found a reason to be angry.
Mo Fei peered at her from the corner of her eyes. “Yours?”
Ding Jiaqi lowered her head and looked at Mo Fei’s wool coat, beige sweater, and jeans. The disdain in her eyes became more apparent. “Can you afford it? Do you know what kind of place this is?”
Ye Yuwei frowned and grabbed Mo Fei’s wrist before Mo Fei could do anything. There was nothing this gangster lady loved more than to use violence directly.
