The Beautiful Stepmother from the Eighties: Marrying a Factory Director to Raise Kids Chapter 84

Zhou Yueshen looked into her eyes as she stood close.

Her delicate features were strikingly beautiful, her lips shimring and lovely, her skin smooth as snow.

Zhou Yueshen withdrew his hand and stared at her for a few seconds before asking, "Do I need to do anything?"

"No, you're already handso just like this," Si Nian replied, eyeing his outfit. The sleek black tailored suit complented her pure white pearl-embroidered lace dress perfectly.

Master Li watched the two with amusent. They made a striking pair—one tall and dashing, the other breathtakingly beautiful, with Si Nian’s height just right beside him. The scene was truly a feast for the eyes.

He had a feeling that once their wedding photos were taken, many would soon request the sa style.

Rembering sothing, Master Li chuckled. "Si Nian, is this the fiancé you used to talk about so often?"

Though the man seed slightly older, his mature deanor and steady presence were hardly drawbacks.

After all, Si Nian had always spoken of having a fiancé in the past.

Si Nian’s smile stiffened.

Zhou Yueshen glanced at her with an unreadable expression.

anwhile, Fu Yang finally snapped out of his daze, his gaze fixed on Si Nian.

Had she really talked about him so much before?

Well, she had been infatuated with him back then...

Feeling Zhou Yueshen’s intense stare, Si Nian forced herself to speak. "Uncle Li, he’s not that person. That engagent is over now."

Master Li froze, realizing his blunder, and quickly apologized. "Oh, I’m so sorry, Si Nian! I just assud—ah, my big mouth!"

Si Nian shook her head. "It’s fine. You didn’t know."

Master Li nodded hastily. "Alright, alright! Let’s get started then."

He guided them to the shooting area, where an ornate iron stool stood against a vintage-style backdrop.

Si Nian stole a glance at Zhou Yueshen.

Surely he wouldn’t mind—he already knew about her past engagent.

On the other side, Fu Yang’s expression darkened completely.

"Over"?

Even if the engagent was called off, hadn’t they grown up together as childhood sweethearts?

And she dismissed it all with just a casual "over"?

"Are you two just eting for the first ti?" Master Li teased as he noticed the distance between them.

"The man should take the lead. Co on, move closer. Si Nian, place your hand in his—that’s how it should look!" he instructed professionally.

The floor was covered with a rug, making it difficult for Si Nian to walk in her wedding dress.

After just two steps, she tripped and stumbled straight into Zhou Yueshen’s arms.

Instinctively, he caught her.

Master Li imdiately snapped three quick shots.

The candid shots looked far more natural than their stiff poses!

Pleased, he nodded in approval.

After a while, Si Nian changed into another outfit.

anwhile, Lin Sisi and Fu Yang seed to be arguing.

Si Nian glanced their way, and Fu Yang, noticing her gaze, imdiately shook off Lin Sisi’s hand.

But Si Nian had already looked away, uninterested.

As she changed, the zipper of her dress got caught in her hair, refusing to budge.

Panicked and sweating, she heard Zhou Yueshen’s deep voice from outside. "Si Nian, what’s wrong?"

The changing area was only separated by a curtain.

Her frantic breathing was unmistakable.

In a tiny voice, Si Nian replied, "Zhou Yueshen, I’m stuck."

Zhou Yueshen hesitated.

Looking around, he saw no familiar won except Lin Sisi.

After a brief pause, he stepped forward.

Si Nian suddenly felt a towering presence behind her. Startled, she looked up into the mirror and saw the imposing figure of Zhou Yueshen looming over her.

The cramped fitting room instantly felt even smaller with him inside.

Clutching her dress, Si Nian looked up at him with nervous uncertainty.

Zhou Yueshen t her gaze. Under the light, her eyes shimred like scattered starlight—soft and srizing.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. "Don’t worry. I’ll help."

His large hands gently brushed aside her hair, revealing the zipper tangled with a few strands near the delicate curve of her back.

The red dress contrasted beautifully against her snow-white skin.

With a few deft movents, he freed the zipper and pulled it up.

Lin Sisi and Fu Yang were still locked in their argunt.

Earlier, she had picked out several outfits, asking for his opinion, but Fu Yang had been dismissive.

Furious, she threatened to cancel the shoot—only for him to agree.

Infuriated, she fud silently, waiting for him to apologize. But he ignored her completely.

When she finally glanced at him, she found him glaring at Si Nian’s changing room.

The next mont, the curtain parted, and Si Nian and Zhou Yueshen stepped out together.

Lin Sisi’s face twisted in shock.

Si Nian had been changing—and Zhou Yueshen had gone in?

How shaless!

And what was Fu Yang’s problem? He’d spent the whole day staring at Si Nian, even though he supposedly couldn’t stand her!

An hour later, Zhou Yueshen and Si Nian finished their shoot.

Lin Sisi and Fu Yang took a few obligatory photos, both scowling, much to the photographer’s annoyance.

As they left the studio, Lin Sisi finally broke down and ran off in tears.

Si Nian peeked out from behind Zhou Yueshen, watching the drama unfold.

If she rembered correctly, Zhou Yueshen and Lin Sisi had once been set up on a blind date—and he had even agreed to a hefty betrothal gift of three thousand yuan.

Yet now, he seed completely indifferent to her distress.

Fu Yang, on the other hand, looked thoroughly irritated.

But after a mont’s hesitation, he chased after Lin Sisi.

Finally, peace returned.

Si Nian couldn’t understand why Lin Sisi had dragged her to the studio in the first place.

Shaking her head at the heroine’s baffling antics, she turned to Zhou Yueshen. "Shall we go now?"

Zhou Yueshen gave a slight nod.

Next, they went to pick out fabric for her wedding dress and shopped for gold jewelry and jade bracelets.

The prices made Si Nian hesitate, but every ti she lingered on an item, Zhou Yueshen would have the attendant bring it out for her to try.

Her favorite was a pearl necklace. Its elegance suited her porcelain skin, giving her a refined, noble aura.

Compared to gold, she preferred pearls and jade.

Finally, she adorned herself with a gold bracelet, a jade bangle, and the pearl necklace, then turned to Zhou Yueshen with sparkling eyes.

Her voice was soft as she asked, "Which one looks best?"

She lifted her slender wrist.

Truthfully, her fair complexion made everything look stunning on her.

But the prices were steep—even the cheapest piece cost thousands. In this era, jade and gold were luxuries.

Si Nian intended to choose just one.

Zhou Yueshen was a good man—she could spend his money, but she wouldn’t drain him dry.

She knew the difference between a one-ti splurge and long-term stability.

Zhou Yueshen studied her carefully, his dark brows furrowing as if facing a difficult decision.