"But I’m not wearing any shoes either." Song Qiao’s eyes welled up with tears, as she directly glared at the man in front of her accusingly.
Because earlier he had hugged her without a word and brought her out, she hadn’t even had time to put on shoes—not to mention changing clothes.
Lu Jingchen glanced down at those fair and pretty feet, his expression slightly darkened, but he still looked up at her and spoke, "Wait here for a moment. I’ll go in and get shoes for you. Sit tight and don’t get out of the car."
Song Qiao naturally had no objections and nodded, but still asked in a negotiating tone, "Why don’t you just carry me back to change clothes?"
Lu Jingchen unbuckled the seatbelt and got out of the car, turning back to stare at her face, but then said, "I don’t have the strength to carry you back up."
Song Qiao was taken aback, almost blurting out how he still had the strength to toss and turn all night last night. Clearly, he just doesn’t want to carry her.
However, she wouldn’t throw a tantrum over such trivial matters, especially now that their relationship had returned to how it used to be, even planning to take a step forward. Even though she kept telling herself not to fall in love with this man, otherwise she would end up getting hurt.
Yet sometimes love is so strange. Wanting to stay away, but uncontrollably wanting to get closer.
This feeling made Song Qiao incredibly sad, as if she had fallen into a maze with no way out.
But life like this wasn’t bad now, as long as Lu Jingchen didn’t do anything to hurt her, their love could still move forward. He could love her, and she didn’t mind spending a lifetime like this with him.
The man was already walking over to prepare to enter the villa. Song Qiao leaned against the car window with a pitiful and threatening look at him, saying, "Otherwise, go up and bring me a set of clothes to change into, or I won’t try on the wedding dress."
He paused and looked back at her, his deep eyes seemingly holding a faint smile, meaningfully elongating his tone with a hum, then blandly said, "If you don’t try on the wedding dress later, I’ll personally undress you and help you try it."
Song Qiao, "..." Her face flushed, beast.
But when the man finally came out, he indeed brought a white dress for her, along with flat sandals instead of high heels.
Initially planning to get out of the car to change, but the man directly locked the door, prompting her to change in the back.
Song Qiao couldn’t resist this man; she was no match for him. Given that the two of them had already been completely honest and intimate, she didn’t hold back any further and climbed to the back to change clothes.
...
The wedding dress shop was in the most luxurious shopping street in the city center. From the beginning of marrying Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao had never thought that she’d one day wear a wedding dress designed especially for her by this man.
"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, please wait here for a moment. I’ll have someone bring down the wedding dress right away." The shop manager looked at Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao respectfully, a bright smile upon their face.
Lu Jingchen gave a slight nod and directly led Song Qiao to the side’s lounge area to sit down, maintaining a faint smile the whole time, barely noticeable unless looked at carefully.
In the wedding dress shop there were several other customers, presumably there to try on wedding dresses too. As Lu Jingchen put his arm around Song Qiao’s waist while entering, people couldn’t help but give Song Qiao envious glances.
Song Qiao didn’t notice this, but focused on the variety of wedding dresses displayed at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Previously she often came to this shopping street with Ning Wan. Although it had many shops selling various branded clothing and different brands of jewelry stores, there were also dessert and snack shops, which they visited mostly for the food.
This wedding dress shop was near the outer part of the shopping street. Every time they passed by, the two would stand outside, full of envy, watching the women inside trying on wedding dresses, even dreaming about when they could wear wedding dresses and get married together.
Even if they couldn’t get married at the same time, they would be each other’s bridesmaids.
Now that Lu Jingchen led her to try on wedding dresses here, all those persistent memories flooded back, giving her a moment of disorientation.