Shi Nuan never expected Song Yansheng to actually kneel down and propose to her.
Besides, the two of them were already husband and wife, they had even received their certificates, was this really necessary?
The make-up artist and others nearby started clapping spontaneously, and the stylist, being a bit more outgoing, urged Shi Nuan to quickly agree.
Shi Nuan blushed slightly, unable to let Song Yansheng kneel on one knee for too long.
She gently reached out her hand, with slender, fair fingers, her nails neatly trimd, and the touch in her hand was light and soft.
Song Yansheng was very pleased, slipping the ring made of gypsophila flower stems onto Shi Nuan’s ring finger.
He lowered his head to leave a kiss on her fingertip, causing Shi Nuan’s heart to tremble slightly as she heard Song Yansheng speak: "Nuannuan’s hand, so beautiful!"
"..." Shi Nuan didn’t know what to say, and could only utter, "You... get up now!"
Song Yansheng laughed, imdiately standing up, looking at the charming and lovely girl—or rather, woman—in front of him, cheerfully saying, "Mm, the person is even more beautiful!"
Shi Nuan’s cheeks grew redder.
Song Yansheng was very satisfied with Shi Nuan’s look, which made the surrounding stylists, costu designers, make-up artists, and others joyous while also relieved.
They were the top team from the most elite custom wedding photography studio in T City. The afternoon before, their boss had inford them they were going to shoot wedding photos for a prominent figure, and the entire process was to be strictly confidential.
At that ti, they didn’t know they were going to Song Mansion, nor that the prominent figure was Song Yansheng.
When signing the confidentiality agreent, they thought it was just putting on airs.
Later, when they found out, they were truly taken aback.
Who in T City didn’t know Song Yansheng, and who hadn’t been captivated by him?
But such a man was already married; no one knew about his wife.
Now, they saw Song Yansheng and also t Song Yansheng’s wife.
Especially now that they had worn their formal attire, standing together like this—the man steady and handso, the woman charming and lovely—there was no doubt they were a perfect match.
They thought, if their photographer colleague saw this scene, they would likely have already pressed the shutter, capturing this unforgettable beautiful mont.
Song Yansheng led Shi Nuan out of the dressing room. The servants and photographers waiting outside all held their breath.
How to describe the two people before them? Calling them a handso man and a beautiful woman seed too simple.
A perfect couple wasn’t enough either; a match made in heaven was still lacking.
These two, regardless of appearance and temperant, were too exceptional, making it difficult to find a suitable word to describe them.
The first to speak was the photographer.
He cleared his throat and said, "Song, Mr. Song... would you prefer to shoot indoors first or outdoors?"
"Naturally outdoors!"
With the beautiful day outside, clear blue skies, and bright sunshine, he wouldn’t want to waste such good weather confining the scenery indoors.
Besides, it’s not too late to shoot indoors at night, so why rush?
The photographer nodded and said, "Then, then please Mr. Song and Mrs. Song co with outside!"
Song Yansheng nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the woman beside him.
The woman stood there with her lips pursed, her eyes lively and captivating, so calm and serene, yet so heart-stirring.
Rumor had it that Yao Ziwan, the eldest Miss of the Yao Family, and Song Yansheng had so connection, but a rumor was just a rumor, and no one had really caught any evidence.
The intrigues and gossip among the wealthy are unclear to outsiders.
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