Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Her fair cheeks flushed, which amused Sheng Yize greatly. He poked her in the face and said, “You blush as easily as ever.”
She had been like this since she was little.
An Xiaxia brushed his hands away, the frown never leaving her face. “What if it’s something really serious?”
“Like what?”
An Xiaxia gave it some thought. “Like, if the babies aren’t yours?”
“…” Sheng Yize was speechless.
Realizing how inappropriate that analogy was, An Xiaxia explained right away, “It was just an example! That’s all!”
“Use another one.” Sheng Yize’s face darkened and he looked frustrated.
Any man would be upset when told by his wife that his children weren’t his!
“How about… if I swindle you of all your properties and run away with your money?” It took An Xiaxia forever to come up with another example.
Sheng Yize chuckled and gave her a disdainful look. “You’re not smart enough for that.”
“…” This man just couldn’t let a day pass without shattering her confidence…
An Xiaxia gnawed on a corner of her duvet. “But if there really is a day when…”
“It won’t come to that,” said Sheng Yize resolutely. “I trust you.”
An Xiaxia was touched and found Lan Yu’s words all the more deceptive.
But on second thought, she realized that Sheng Yize meant that he trusted that she wasn’t smart enough for that.
An Xiaxia was disheartened again.
“Xiaxia,” said Sheng Yize, changing the subject, “how would you like to take some wedding photos?”
“Hm?” An Xiaxia came back to herself. “Can we do that?”
Come to think of it, they barely had any pictures together, let alone wedding photos.
Sheng Yize smiled. “Of course.”
“Let me ask Momo first which studio she and He Jiayu took theirs at…” An Xiaxia fumbled around for her phone.
“There’s no need for that.” Sheng Yize stopped her. “We won’t be shooting it in a studio.”
“Where, then? Rent a private workshop?”
Sheng Yize shook his head and said in a mysterious voice, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
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The next day.
Sheng Yize led An Xiaxia past the busy streets as they zigzagged their way through the alleys until they reached a shop in a mall.
The interior of the shop was warm and refreshing. A few potted plants lined the windowsill and various quaint objects lay around the shop.
It had a poetic name as well: Love’s Time.
There was only a young woman in the shop, who quickly exchanged a few words with Sheng Yize, then smiled at An Xiaxia and took the white cloth cover off a mannequin, revealing an unbelievably exquisite wedding gown underneath.
The dreamy white dress was dotted with tiny rhinestones, and the layered dress reminded one of a whorl of petals. It already looked stunning on the mannequin.
“This is…” An Xiaxia stood dazed on the spot.
Sheng Yize squeezed her hand. “Do you like it?”
How could she not…
An Xiaxia bit her lip in excitement.
The girl told her in English, “Your husband designed it himself. I envy you so much, Madam.”
An Xiaxia turned to Sheng Yize in disbelief. He knew how to design clothes?
“Ahem. I studied architecture; fashion design isn’t really my forte. I was part of the design team, that’s all. The designer did the actual job.” Sheng Yize was quite modest. “It’s our family tradition that a husband should design the wedding gown himself.”
It started a long time ago, and Grandma Sheng also had a wedding dress which Grandpa Sheng had designed for her.
Sheng Yize’s mother was the only one who didn’t have one.
He didn’t want An Xiaxia to have any regrets.
Even so, An Xiaxia was already greatly touched. Diving into his arms, she said, “Thank you.”
Sheng Yize froze a little, then rubbed her head. “You dummy… you never have to say thank you to me.”
