"But I’m not wearing shoes either." Song Qiao’s eyes brimmed with tears as she glared accusingly at the man in front of her.
Because he had carried her out without a word, she hadn’t had the chance to put on shoes, and it was no longer just a matter of not changing her clothes.
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to look at her pretty, snow-white feet, his expression slightly darkened, but he still looked up at her and said, "Wait here for a moment, I’ll go in and get your shoes. Stay seated and don’t get out of the car."
Naturally, Song Qiao had no objections and nodded, but still asked with a negotiating tone, "Or you could just carry me back to change clothes."
Lu Jingchen unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car, turned back, and fixed his eyes on her face, but said, "I don’t have the strength to carry you back up anymore."
Song Qiao was dumbfounded, wanting to blurt out how he had the strength to be with her all night long yesterday. He clearly just didn’t want to carry her.
However, she wouldn’t get angry over such a trivial matter. Their relationship had already recovered to the way it used to be these past few days, even progressing further. Although she kept telling herself not to fall for this man, otherwise she would be the one at a loss in the end.
But sometimes love is so strange; despite wanting to stay away, one can’t help but desire closeness.
This feeling made Song Qiao feel very melancholic, as if she had fallen into a maze with no way out.
However, life wasn’t too bad. As long as Lu Jingchen didn’t do anything to betray her, their love could continue. If he could love her, then she wouldn’t mind spending her life with him.
The man was already walking towards her side, ready to enter the villa. Song Qiao leaned against the car window, looking at him with a mixture of pitifulness and threat, and said, "Otherwise, you could go up and bring me down a set of clothes to change into, or I won’t try on the wedding dress."
He stopped in his tracks, turned back to look at her, his deep eyes seemingly carrying a light smile, and with meaningful elongation of his voice, he hummed a response and then said indifferently, "When we get to the bridal shop, if you refuse to try on the wedding dress, I’ll personally strip off your clothes and help you try it on."
Song Qiao, "...", her face reddened, what a beast.
In the end, when the man came out, he still brought her a white dress, not high heels, but a pair of flat sandals.
She was planning to get out of the car to change, but the man locked the car doors and told her to change in the backseat.
Song Qiao couldn’t resist this man; she was no match for him. Considering the two were already so intimate and open with each other, she didn’t continue to be reserved and directly climbed into the back to change clothes.
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The bridal shop was in the most luxurious commercial district in the downtown area. From the very beginning, when she married Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao never imagined that she would wear a wedding dress, especially one custom-designed for her by this man.
"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, please wait here for a moment. I will immediately have the wedding dress brought down," said the bridal shop manager respectfully to Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, with a brilliant smile on his face.
Lu Jingchen hummed in response and led Song Qiao to a sofa in the rest area to sit down, his face always carrying a faint smile that was hardly discernible unless one looked closely.
There were several other customers inside the bridal shop, presumably all there to try on wedding dresses. The sight of Lu Jingchen draping his arm around Song Qiao’s waist as they walked in made others cast envious glances at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao, however, didn’t notice these gazes; instead, her attention was on the various styles of wedding dresses displayed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In the past, she would often visit this commercial street with Ning Wan. Although many shops there sold various designer clothes and branded jewelry, there were also dessert shops and snack stands, and they would come mainly for the food.
This bridal shop was located near the entrance of the commercial street. Every time they passed by, the two of them would stand outside, gazing enviously at the women inside trying on wedding dresses, even fantasizing about when they too could wear wedding dresses and get married together.
Even if they couldn’t get married together, they wanted to be each other’s bridesmaids.
Now, Lu Jingchen bringing her here to try on a wedding dress seemed to bring back a flood of persistent memories, causing her to feel a momentary daze.