"Having money really lets you be so capricious!"
Lu Li’s husband’s family was not ranked within the top five in Jing City, but in the neighboring area, they were certainly the undisputed richest.
The union of the two, although it meant a powerful alliance between two families, who made the two fall for each other?
Lu Jing got out of the car and suddenly shivered from the cold.
The weather was a bit cool today, no sun, and occasionally a few raindrops fell.
The bridesmaid dresses were all off-shoulder, low-cut styles, which, in this season, meant you couldn’t exactly wear a shawl.
Others seemed fine, but Lu Jing was particularly susceptible to the cold.
As she was rubbing her arms, a man’s suit jacket fell from the sky, and her vision was momentarily obscured by darkness.
Jeez, talk about rough!
Though she hadn’t seen the person, the scent on the clothes told her whose it was.
"You knew it was me? Not bad, Doctor Lu."
Lu Jing pulled the suit jacket off her head and gave an irritated look to Jiang Ye, who had already come to her side:
Quite a few people were looking their way.
However, how could Jiang Ye possibly be so obedient as to actually scram?
He snatched the clothes from her hands, shook them out, and then affectionately draped them over her:
"Who told you to wear so little? It serves you right to be cold!"
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Must they expose the neck, shoulders, and collarbones?
Can’t they be more normal and covered up?
Lu Jing was exasperated:
"Bridesmaid dresses are just !"
Jiang Ye of course knew it, but he didn’t care how these dresses looked on others; as soon as his woman put it on, he felt uncomfortable and irked.
He really wanted to say, then don’t be a bridesmaid!
But, it was just a thought, he wouldn’t dare say it out loud.
After all, it was Lu Li getting married today!
If Jiang Ye dared to act on his domineering impulses and steal her away, regrets wouldn’t be of any use.
"Okay, okay, keep the jacket on for now, and you can take it off after the wedding ceremony starts. Don’t get a cold."
Lu Jing was not going to choose appearance over warmth. She didn’t need this insufferable man to tell her to keep the jacket on.
After all, if she got a cold, it would be she who’d suffer, not someone else.
In their back and forth, they didn’t notice that the bride had been standing behind them. Who knew how long she had been there, or how much she’d overheard?
Just as Lu Jing was about to tell Jiang Ye to leave quickly, she caught a glimpse of her cousin from the corner of her eye.
She coughed fiercely, and Jiang Ye turned around at the sound.
Lu Li’s eyes, steady and unblinking like those of a sniper, fixed on them both.
Lu Jing began to speak:
She wanted to explain, but there really was no explanation.
Jiang Ye didn’t seem eager, his demeanor calm:
"Lu Li." He called out.
They all knew each other well, so there was no need for formalities.
But Lu Li frowned, her scrutinizing gaze sweeping up and down Jiang Ye several times, then she beckoned to Lu Jing:
"Jingjing, come here."
Her tone was stern, commanding respect.
Lu Jing, holding up her gown’s hem, was about to walk over, but the man forcefully grabbed her:
"My sister is calling me."
"She’s trying to snatch you away from my side. So, no, you can’t go!"
Was he being childish?
Thought they were still three years old?
"She can’t snatch me away. Let go now."
Not only did the man not let go, he held on even tighter and looked directly at her:
"Is there a problem?"