Su Qionglin had just finished speaking when Shen Xianrou chimed in: "It looks stunning! Only the daughter-in-law of the Bao Family could wear such a haute couture."
She longed endlessly for the day she could also experience this, so she clung tightly to Su Qionglin.
She firmly believed that only Su Qionglin was her ladder to high society.
Their echoing sentiments both suppressed Su Ruanruan and pleased Mrs. Bao.
Mrs. Bao was very happy.
Su Ruanruan, on the other hand, was quite composed: "Third sister looks gorgeous in this gown."
Su Qionglin’s vanity was greatly satisfied.
When Ziqi died to save her, what good did it do for Su Ruanruan to dutifully guard the room?
In the end, it was she, Su Qionglin, who became the daughter-in-law of the Bao Family.
This orphan, Su Ruanruan, just wasn’t destined for wealth.
No one noticed that Bao Ziqi’s car was parked at the entrance of the store. He held the steering wheel, watching the scene inside through the glass.
Su Qionglin, in her gorgeous wedding dress, looked enchanting, his gaze should have been on her, but it was Su Ruanruan that Bao Ziqi saw.
Wearing a deep blue dress, her hair styled in a fishtail braid — unspeakably fresh.
She stood there talking to a waiter, smiling with faint dimples on her cheeks.
Bao Ziqi’s lips tightened.
She could smile so happily with someone unrelated, so why was she always so cold to him?
Moreover, she was even willing to be a bridesmaid at his engagement.
Truly, she did not care about him at all!
Bao Ziqi felt insulted.
Suddenly, he opened the car door, silently walked into the bridal shop from a side entrance, unnoticed.
On the second floor, Su Ruanruan took the dress into the changing room.
A waiter outside softly said, "Miss Su, just let me know if you need help; I’ll be right outside."
She removed the dress she was wearing, preparing to change into the white dress Su Qionglin had prepared for her.
Su Qionglin’s intentions were simple; by wearing the same color, she could easily outshine Su Ruanruan.
Su Ruanruan didn’t mind this, but she feared there was a catch with the dress.
She searched thoroughly but found nothing wrong.
It appeared there was another arrangement.
Su Ruanruan immediately took her phone to snap a picture of the dress and sent it to Jingse, asking her to make an exact copy just for her.
After handling that, she then changed into the dress.
But the zipper at the back of the dress was out of her reach, so she raised her voice slightly to ask the staff outside to help her.
The door quietly opened.
It was Bao Ziqi who entered.
But Su Ruanruan, facing away and bowing her head, did not notice.
Bao Ziqi’s gaze was fiery.
He had seen many women, possessed several outstanding ones, but never had he felt so uncontrollably emotional as he did now.
Her back looked as enticing as white ivory, supple and tender. The dress trailed to her waist, which was too slender for a full grasp.
His breathing quickened.
Su Ruanruan, lowering her head and touching the skirt’s hem, spoke softly, "Can you help me pull down the zipper?"
Bao Ziqi stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist to embrace her.
Su Ruanruan’s body stiffened.
She sharply turned her head, pushing her body against the wall behind her.
"How did you get in? Get out!" she suppressed her voice.
Bao Ziqi moved closer, trapping her between himself and the wall.
He lowered his head, whispering softly, "Why won’t you choose me?"
Su Ruanruan clutched her dress tightly, turning her face away: "Bao Ziqi, you’re getting engaged soon, please behave."
"You shout! Let others think we’re involved and see who gets scared." Bao Ziqi, as if bewitched, caressed her cheek, "Aren’t you afraid Jingyan will abandon