"No, no, this won’t work, I need to come up with a good plan." Suddenly, a figure flashed through her mind, followed by a sharp thought: "Huo Bingxuan, oh right, how could I forget her."
On the second last day before the wedding, Lin Mubai received a rather helpless call from his good buddy.
"What’s up, Qingfeng?" Could it be that there’s another problem with the wedding?
Actually, Zuo Qingfeng wasn’t too happy about this matter, but what could he do? His little wife had said, if Young Master Lin isn’t the best man, she won’t marry.
Initially, Young Master Lin had been excluded from the best man list, and for a simple reason: no man wants his best man to be more handsome and more noticed at the wedding than himself.
Getting no reply for a long time, Lin Mubai took the phone away from his ear and glanced at it: "That’s odd, it didn’t disconnect."
"Qingfeng, still there?"
"What’s up?" Lin Mubai’s brow furrowed more deeply.
Heart steeled, Zuo Qingfeng revealed the purpose of his call today: "Could you be my best man on Saturday?"
So that’s what it was, a question arose in his mind: "Don’t you already have a best man?"
Lan Luo and Han Xiayang love to stir things up; with those two and Zhao Tianchen, it’s practically the three musketeers—three jesters and pranksters. He really admired Qingfeng’s courage to choose these three as his best men, wasn’t he afraid they would mess up the wedding? The source of this content ɪs novel•fire.net
"Yeah, I thought it was enough, but now the bride is inviting you, requesting you to be the guest of honor."
Listening to the teeth-gritting tone from the other side of the phone made the person on this side smile with joy: "Qingfeng, are you afraid I’ll steal your thunder on your wedding day?"
A reluctant grumble, the meaning was quite clear.
Lin Mubai’s smile grew brighter: "Alright, I got it, I’ll come over early on Saturday, you send the best man suit to the Lin Family Mansion, I’ll be here these days."
Then bam, the call was hung up, holding the phone with the busy tone, Lin Mubai shook his head helplessly: "What a willful guy."
As Lin Mubai finished speaking, he saw his wife walk into the room with a conflicted expression on her face, his heart sank, and he quickly stepped forward: "What’s wrong, wife?"
An Nan raised her dark eyes, almost on the verge of tears: "Little White, can a married person be a bridesmaid?"
Lin Mubai was taken aback at first, then understood, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness: "Oh, did Xi Yu call you?"
An Nan nodded enthusiastically: "Uh-huh, just now."
"She said she wanted me as a bridesmaid, the dress will be delivered tomorrow, and she didn’t leave me any room for refusal before hanging up the phone. What should I do now?"
Lin Mubai thought for a moment, then smiled and ruffled her hair: "Just agree, it’s no big deal."
No matter what, he hoped his girl could experience the typical life journey of a girl; he wanted her to be a bridesmaid if she had never been one before, as the start of something good.
"Is that okay?" An Nan’s voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
Being a bridesmaid when you’re already married sounds a bit odd after all.
Lin Mubai continued to smile and nodded: "It’s alright."