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Song Zhi had scheduled a wedding dress fitting for noon the next day.
Jiang Yanzhou was still abroad and wouldn’t land until the afternoon.
So, for now, Song Luo would take his place and accompany her.
Sing was hard to book. Their wedding dresses were all hand-stitched, with the designer specifically tailoring and altering them according to the bride’s figure and temperament.
Their wedding dresses were always unique; they never made a second identical one.
Song Zhi had once modeled for Sing.
At that time, she thought that when she got married, she would definitely wear one of their wedding dresses.
However, the designer had jokingly said, “Then you might have to book ten years in advance.”
Although she said it in a joking tone, it wasn’t untrue.
Even socialites and wealthy madams couldn’t get an appointment, let alone ordinary people like them.
She originally thought her childhood dream would be shattered, but then they actually called her, asking when she was free to schedule a time to try on wedding dresses.
Song Zhi felt like she had won a huge lottery prize; the feeling was too exciting.
The staff member on the phone laughed, “Originally, we don’t open back doors, but because Mr. Jiang’s identity is special and he is friends with our boss, we specifically pushed back other people’s appointments to clear two months for you.”
Song Zhi never expected Jiang Yanzhou to have friends other than Song Luo.
In short, this matter made Song Zhi brag for almost half a month.
She was going to wear a Sing wedding dress for her first marriage – wasn’t that awesome?
Song Luo snorted coldly, “How many times do you plan to get married?”
Song Zhi pouted and whined, “I’m just giving an example.”
Song Luo: “...”
The wedding dress was ready. Hu Yue came out and called her in for the fitting.
The ribbons were difficult to manage, and several staff members knelt to arrange them for her.
Just putting it on took a lot of time.
As the designer of this wedding dress, Hu Yue had to first see its effect on her before making appropriate modifications.
Once it was finally fully on, a staff member pulled back the curtain.
Song Zhi saw that there were now two more people on the waiting chairs.
Song Luo was squeezed in the middle, with Qin He and Jiang Yanzhou sitting on his left and right respectively.
They must have just arrived. Qin He still had a gentle smile on his face, but Jiang Yanzhou’s expression wasn’t very pleasant.
Song Zhi didn’t expect him to be so petty.
Even now, he still loathed Qin He, his imaginary rival, refusing to even sit next to him.
As the curtain fully opened, Song Zhi appeared in their field of vision.
Jiang Yanzhou’s cold expression visibly softened, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.
He stood up and walked closer. “You look beautiful.”
The staff member was silent for a moment, looking at the three men waiting outside, feeling somewhat hesitant.
She didn’t know which one was her fiancé.
All of them had outstanding looks; any one standing beside her would be a perfect match.
She had been a shop assistant here for so long and had seen many handsome men accompanying brides for fittings, but this was the first time she had seen three at once.
It was truly feast or famine.
After sighing inwardly for a moment, she asked Song Zhi, “Are there any areas where you feel uncomfortable? I’ll make a note of it for future modifications.”
Song Zhi said, “The chest feels a bit tight, and the waist is a bit big.”
The staff member measured her measurements with a tape measure. “Okay, we’ll adjust the size later. You can also contact us if there are any details you’re not satisfied with.”
After thanking them, Song Zhi went back in to change out of the wedding dress.
Qin He said he had made reservations nearby, so they could eat before heading back.
Jiang Yanzhou remained silent, holding Song Zhi’s hand the entire time, as if fearing she would be led astray.
Song Zhi saw him guarding against Qin He like a thief and really wanted to tell him that she had always seen him as a brother.
However, Jiang Yanzhou probably wouldn’t listen much; he would still dislike whoever he disliked.
Song Zhi sighed.
Qin He had been collecting evidence and materials in a mountain village these days and had gotten a bit tanned.
In the restaurant, Song Zhi slowly ate her pasta and asked him, “Is the case progressing smoothly?”
Qin He poured a cup of hot water and placed it by her hand. “The final trial is next month.”
“Do you have confidence?”
He nodded and smiled. “Yes.”
Song Zhi was so engrossed in talking to Qin He that she almost forgot about Jiang Yanzhou beside her.
She secretly thought, “Oh no, he’s going to be angry again.”
She glanced at him, but he showed no unusual reaction.
He didn’t make a sound, quietly eating his food.
The meal was peaceful. Song Luo received a call midway and left, and Qin He also had to go back to the law firm first.
He looked at Song Zhi, his voice gentle. “Come to my place for dinner tonight.”
Song Zhi nodded obediently. “Okay.”
After they all left, only Song Zhi and Jiang Yanzhou remained.
It was still early; she didn’t want to go home so soon.
So she asked Jiang Yanzhou, “Where are we going now?”
He said, “Let’s go home.”
His voice was faint.
Song Zhi nodded. “Alright.”
She took out her phone to call her driver to pick her up, not forgetting to tell Jiang Yanzhou, “Then I’ll head back first. Be careful on your way.”
The latter looked at her but said nothing.
Song Zhi opened her contacts, but before she could press dial.
She looked up, seeing her phone snatched by Jiang Yanzhou.
He locked the screen and handed it back to her.
Song Zhi: “What’s wrong?”
He slightly pursed his lips, his long eyelashes obscuring the emotions in his eyes, and his eyebrows and eye corners drooped like soft feathers.
After a period of silence, his cold emotions seemed to melt like ice under a warm sun, and grievance was the emotion hidden behind the ice.
“You have two minutes left,” his voice was soft. “If you hurry and coax me, it might still be enough.”
Song Zhi had noticed something amiss the moment he became infinitely quiet.
How could the petty Jiang Yanzhou be so generous, seeing her talk to his long-standing rival and ignoring him? How could he be so well-behaved?
She suppressed a smile, feigning seriousness as she asked, “How do I coax you?”
“That’s something you should consider.”
“Oh?”
Song Zhi deliberately put on a confused look. “But I don’t have any experience in coaxing people, you know? How about I watch some video tutorials to learn now, and you wait for me for half an hour?”
“Song Zhi.”
He called her name.
Song Zhi looked up. “Hmm?”
“I know you’re doing this on purpose.”
“Doing what on purpose?”
“Deliberately making me angry.”
He was so smart; how could he not see through her?
In terms of scheming, Song Zhi was not even one-ten-millionth of him.
He held out his hand. “I’ll give you a chance.”
Song Zhi walked over and took his hand. “You’re satisfied so easily?”
“Yes, I don’t dare to ask for too much. I’m afraid I won’t even have a hand to hold.”
His tone was humble, making Song Zhi feel a little bad for him.
She began to wonder if she had been too much.
She just found his angry and wronged look too cute, so she wanted to see it a bit longer.
But talking to Qin He in the restaurant and ignoring him was completely unintentional.
Because they hadn’t seen each other for too long, she felt she should check in with him.
Who knew Jiang Yanzhou would get jealous so easily?
In front of Qin He, he seemed to constantly feel a sense of crisis.
She released his hand and leaned into his arms, hugging him. “How about this? Is this okay?”
Jiang Yanzhou froze for a moment, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s fine.”
Song Zhi stood on tiptoe and kissed his forehead. “How about this? Is this okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed several times, as if a fire was burning inside.
He didn’t speak.
Song Zhi lightly brushed her lips against his. “How about this...”
She didn’t finish her sentence. The last three words were entirely swallowed by Jiang Yanzhou.
He pressed the back of her head, fiercely kissing her lips.
He only let go when Song Zhi was almost out of breath from the kiss.
“What should I do?” He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice very deep. “I’m hard.”
Song Zhi hugged him, feigning confusion. “Then what should we do?”
He rubbed against her neck, like a pet trying to please its owner. “I know there’s a hotel nearby. It’s not five-star, but it’s still good.”
“Hmm?”
He coaxed her gently, “Shall we stay there for a night, okay?”
Jiang Yanzhou was indeed a very cunning person; he knew what Song Zhi couldn’t resist.
When he acted spoiled, her entire heart melted.
As if losing the ability to think independently, whatever he said, she followed.
“Okay,” she chuckled, “Is one night enough?”
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The wedding day arrived quickly.
Song Zhi and Song Luo returned to their hometown a day early to visit their parents.
In the cemetery, two tombstones stood side by side.
The photos in the glass frames were a bit faded from wind and sun exposure.
Both of their smiling faces were exceptionally bright, cut from the same group photo.
It was a family photo of the four of them.
When that photo was taken, it was Song Zhi’s birthday, and their family went on a trip.
At that time, no one expected such things to happen later.
Even now, Song Zhi couldn’t let go; that night still frequently appeared in her dreams.
Like a slideshow, repeating over and over again.
But one must look forward in life.
Song Luo lit the incense, handed half to Song Zhi, and the two stood before the graves, bowing and paying their respects.
She looked at the photos on the tombstones and smiled, “You used to worry every day that I wouldn’t get married, but tomorrow I’m getting married.”
As she smiled, her eyes began to sting, and her voice choked up. “I miss you so much. I miss you every day.”
“Alright,” Song Luo took out a tissue to wipe her tears. “You’re so old, and you’re still crying so ugly.”
Song Zhi desperately sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, but the more she tried, the harder she cried.
Song Luo, helpless, hugged her and coaxed, “If your eyes are swollen from crying, people will laugh at you tomorrow.”
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According to their hometown customs, the groom’s side must come to the bride’s side to pick her up first.
Because it was across cities, a bit far, it would take half a day to drive.
So, they departed in the evening.
They didn’t have many relatives left on their side, but if too few people from the bride’s side went, people there might gossip.
In high society, etiquette was highly valued.
To prevent Song Zhi from being ridiculed, Song Luo specially spent more time inviting distant relatives who were barely connected, and even Song Zhi’s classmates whom she hadn’t contacted for years.
To allow Jiang Yanzhou to pick up the bride as quickly as possible, Song Luo specifically sent them to the small town at the border of River City and North City.
The night wind was strong, and Song Zhi dozed off in the car.
The air in the small town was fresh, and she could see the moon just by looking up.
The ground seemed to be covered in a soft light.
She sat in the car, watching Song Luo hand cigarettes to the drivers.
She suddenly had a fleeting feeling.
His back profile was becoming increasingly similar to her father’s in her youth.
Both were broad-shouldered and provided a sense of security.
She leaned her hand against the car window, sticking her head out and smiling at him. “I suddenly feel like you’re like Dad.”
His expression changed slightly. He pressed her forehead, pushing her back in, then turned his face away. “Sit tight. I’m going to smoke a cigarette.”
Tang Xiaoyan, as Song Zhi’s long-time friend, naturally had to accompany her. She had just gone to the nearby restaurant to use the restroom and walked over, looking shocked. “I just saw Song Luo’s eyes were red! That iron-blooded tough guy actually cried!!”
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