Not getting the answer he wanted, not even a response from his ideals, Lu Jingchen’s expression darkened as he turned her body to face him again, lowering his eyes to the delicate small face, "I’ve already said I love you, don’t you have any response at all?" This update is available on NoveIＦire.net
Song Qiao looked at the handsome face that showed hardly any emotion and genuinely did not understand what kind of temper he was throwing. Her voice took on a hint of cool amusement, "What kind of response do you think I should give you?"
Releasing the grip on her shoulders, he straightened up, feeling an inexplicable sense of defeat inside. He took a deep breath, and after what seemed like a long time, his thin lips parted slightly to utter two words, "It’s fine."
When Song Qiao walked out in the wedding dress, it instantly wowed everyone in the bridal shop, with the manager praising her as the most beautiful bride she had ever seen.
In the face of such compliments, Song Qiao’s expression remained unchanged. She looked at herself in the mirror and reached up to adjust the long hair that had fallen in front.
Her hair was very straight, reaching nearly to her waist. When she previously visited the hair salon for treatment, they suggested curling it because of the length of her hair, the abundance of it, and because curls would likely enhance her facial features.
However, she didn’t like to fuss with it. Initially, curled hair would look fine, but over time, without proper upkeep, it would become neither curly nor straight.
Glancing at her waist, she felt it was too slim and spoke up, "Can you make the waist a bit smaller?"
The waist of the wedding dress was not very fitted; it seemed a little too loose, though not a big issue. But after looking at her own waist, Song Qiao still thought it would be better to have it altered.
From the moment he came out, Lu Jingchen’s complexion had not been great, and even strangers could tell he wasn’t in a good mood.
Everyone was trying their best to lower their presence, fearing that they might inadvertently stir up trouble and get in the crossfire without even realizing it.
Hearing Song Qiao’s words, the manager immediately stepped forward and cautiously asked, "Does Mrs. Lu want it smaller?"
Song Qiao hummed in agreement, pinching her waist which had hardly any fat, "My waist is too slim, the design of the waist on this dress is a bit loose, can it be altered?"
"Of course it can be—"
"No need to alter it!" Lu Jingchen coldly interrupted the manager before she could finish her sentence, speaking indifferently, "There’s still half a month before the wedding. Just eat more and let your waist fill out a bit."
Song Qiao, "..." She was left speechless.
After thinking it over, she felt that what he said made sense. There was still half a month left, and it was possible that she might gain some weight by then. If that turned out to be the case and she had altered it now, it would be a big problem if it didn’t fit on the wedding day.
Since Lu Jingchen had spoken, the manager naturally didn’t dare to say anything more and quietly retreated to the side, reducing her presence as much as possible. It was worrisome when a couple quarreled, as innocent bystanders often bore the brunt.
Song Qiao, looking at herself in the mirror wearing the wedding dress, felt there were no significant issues, and since she also liked the style, she had no further requests. She turned her head to look at the man standing there, emanating a gloomy mood, and asked, "Aren’t you going to try on your suit?"
Her voice was soft and warming, as if intentionally softening her tone to appease him, her eyes sparkling.
He ultimately couldn’t be harsh with this little woman. As long as she was willing to soften, he would forgive her.
Since when had he become so soft-hearted, even he didn’t know.
His tone already much gentler, Lu Jingchen hummed a reply, "My suit hasn’t arrived yet. I’ll try it when it does. If there are no problems, change out of this and let’s go home. I still need to return to the company."
Song Qiao acknowledged with an "Oh" and went straight into the changing room to remove the wedding dress.
This time, Lu Jingchen didn’t go in to help her but let the manager do so. When she came out after changing, she saw Lu Jingchen discussing business with the owner of the shop.
Seeing her come out, Lu Jingchen walked over to her side, "Changed?"
Song Qiao hummed a response and nodded, her face bearing a smile, "Let’s go."
Because Song Qiao didn’t need to lift a finger for the wedding preparations, everything was being handled by Lu Jingchen and his team.