Lu Jinghan leaned over to Han Xi’s ear and whispered something, and suddenly Han Xi was grinning like a warm spring breeze, giving off a fresh and sweet vibe.
The photographer swiftly pressed the shutter, capturing their moment of sweetness.
Usually, when the photographer takes wedding photos for other couples, they often seem stiff and forced in their poses, fake smiles on display. But Lu Jinghan and Han Xi were different; every moment they froze was naturally and purely portrayed.
They finished shooting around four in the afternoon. Han Xi changed out of her clothes and came out of the changing room with Chu Ci and the others, as Lu Jinghan said a few words to the staff and then strode toward them.
"If there’s nothing else, we’ll leave first," Chu Ci and Li Manman tactfully decided to take their leave.
Han Xi nodded, "Okay, be careful driving on the road."
After watching them leave, Lu Jinghan and Han Xi also got into the car. He leaned over to help Han Xi with her seatbelt, "Are you tired?"
Han Xi raised her hand to touch Lu Jinghan’s chin, her clear pupils holding a warm light.
After fastening the seatbelt, Lu Jinghan didn’t move away but instead cupped Han Xi’s head and kissed her fiercely.
Every day, he couldn’t help but want to kiss this girl countless times, indulging in the thought of kissing her until the end of time, until old age.
Lu Jinghan thought he was truly hopeless.
On the way back, perhaps because of fatigue, Han Xi leaned against the passenger seat and dozed off.
More than half an hour later, the Maybach stopped in front of the villa. Lu Jinghan got out of the car, walked around the front, opened the passenger door, and was about to lift her up when she woke up.
Han Xi’s soft, water-like voice had a hint of hoarseness from just waking up.
"Yes, we’re home. You can sleep inside."
Han Xi got out of the car, her small hand naturally wrapping around Lu Jinghan’s arm, her cheek resting on his shoulder as they walked toward the villa.
When they pushed the door open and entered the house, Sister Zhang was greeting guests in the living room.
"Sir, Madam, you’re back."
Hearing the sound, Sister Zhang set down the tea and walked over to the entrance.
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Lu Jinghan took off the coat from Han Xi’s shoulders, hung it on the rack, and held her hand as they walked inside, "The designer from Italy came to deliver the wedding dress. If you’re tired, I can ask them to come tomorrow."
"No worries, I want to try it first." Han Xi was a bit excited.
They went to the living room together, where Han Xi greeted the guests with a gentle smile.
The designer looked at Han Xi and didn’t hesitate to compliment her, "Mr. Lu, your wife is truly beautiful."
Lu Jinghan nodded, "Then please help my wife try on the wedding dress, and modify it where necessary."
The designer’s assistant carried the box and went upstairs with Han Xi and the others.
Han Xi changed into the wedding dress and looked at herself in the mirror, almost stunned.
The pure white backless wedding dress had a train that was three meters long, and every inch of embroidery on the dress was hand-stitched by the designer. The waistline was adorned with tiny red gemstone flowers, even the lace veil was long, with a jeweled crown embedded.
She looked just like a bride-to-be princess.
"Mrs. Lu, you’re truly beautiful."