"What are you daydreaming about, hmm?" Lu Jingchen pressed her into the comfortable couch, and his handsome face leaned in to peck her cheek before he asked, "Do you like those?"
Her nostrils filled with the man’s scent, Song Qiao redirected her gaze and smiled, "They all look pretty, but I’m more looking forward to the wedding dress you prepared for me."
Lu Jingchen lowered his gaze to take a look at her, his eyes brimming with unfading tenderness, "You’re going to like it. If not, I’ll have it remade for you in time for the wedding."
His tone was as casual as ever, as though nothing had changed, but it echoed differently in Song Qiao’s ears—almost like a threat. If she disliked it, he would spare no expense to have a wedding dress designed for her before the wedding.
This involuntarily raised doubts in her: why was he only taking her to try on the wedding dress now, when their wedding on the 15th was only half a month away? If she truly disliked it, would they really have to rush another one?
However, this thought was quickly shattered.
The bridal shop manager carefully approached with a wedding gown in her arms and came to stand before Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, asking, "Mr. Lu, shall I have Mrs. Lu try it on now?"
The man hummed in agreement, rising to receive the dress himself, but Song Qiao had already stood up and stretched out her hands to take it from the manager, declaring as she cradled it, "I’ll go try this on. Wait here for me."
Lu Jingchen’s eyes, deep as inkpots, fixed firmly on her delicate face, yet he replied with a hum.
The fitting room was spacious, with a mirror directly opposite the door. The wedding dress seemed complex, and difficult to don alone. The zipper in the back was especially troublesome. After several attempts, Song Qiao, feeling quite unable to manage it herself, finally popped her head out the dressing room door to look at the man waiting on the couch. With a hint of helplessness, she pleaded, "Lu Jingchen, I can’t put this on by myself. Come help me."
The man, who had just been about to pass the time with a magazine while waiting for her, paused at her request but nonetheless got up with a gentle smile, "Alright."
The shop manager, who had been standing by waiting for instructions, was somewhat taken aback at Mrs. Lu’s direct request for Mr. Lu’s assistance but said nothing, watching as the man walked into the fitting room and closed the door behind him.
That morning on Weibo, despite many saying Mr. and Mrs. Lu’s relationship was solid, some had dredged up past scandals from when Mr. Lu was with Huayi Media Group—how he chose a famous actress, Miss Zuo, over an injured Mrs. Lu, as well as old rumors of Mr. Lu and Miss Zuo on Weibo... This led many to speculate that Mr. and Mrs. Lu’s relationship was strained.
Yet witnessing the couple’s current intimacy herself, she could not help but dismiss the notion that Mr. and Mrs. Lu did not share a loving relationship.
Moreover, if Mr. Lu didn’t love Mrs. Lu, why would he commission an internationally renowned wedding dress designer to create this dress for her?
Based on her years of experience, the manager surmised that this gown was worth no less than seven figures; the owner had been adamant about not allowing any mistakes when it was first brought in.
Inside the dressing room, as soon as Lu Jingchen entered, he found one hand holding up the skirt and the other struggling with the zipper behind her—his woman was facing him, her expression embroiled in a dilemma.
Approaching to wrap his arms around her waist, he planted a kiss on her then asked, "What’s giving you trouble? Let me help."
Song Qiao, with no free hand to push him away, dodged slightly, "Let me go first."
"Alright," he replied.
He let go of her and took a step back.
Song Qiao turned around to peer at herself in the mirror; she had inadvertently blushed, and her waist-length hair was tossed to one side, framing her bright and alluring visage. She instructed plainly, "Just fasten the hook and eye and pull up the zipper in the back for me."
There was a commanding tone to her voice.
Raising an eyebrow, he still followed her instructions, bent down, fastened the hook, and zipped up the dress. After completing the task, he embraced her from behind, gazing at the woman in the mirror under the soft overhead light. He neatly arranged her hair, then unabashedly admired her.
Amazement twinkled in his eyes as he complimented, "Very beautiful."
The wedding dress was mermaid-style, exuding an elegant and mature allure with its flared hem emerging below the knees.
Song Qiao also gazed at her reflection, momentarily entranced. This was her first time seeing herself in a wedding dress—everyone says that a woman in her wedding dress is at her most beautiful.
Seeing Song Qiao spellbound, silent, the man’s eyes remained intently on her, dimming slightly, his warm breath cascading onto the nape of her neck. He inquired, "Don’t you like it?" Get full chapters from novel·fire·net
Song Qiao turned back, smiling and shaking her head, "No, it’s not that at all. It’s beautiful. I really like it."
No sooner had she spoken than he turned her around, and before she could react, his strong masculine presence enveloped her.
Song Qiao raised her eyes and met his, which held a trace of brooding darkness. Her breath hitched as she instinctively asked, "What’s wrong?"