Just as he reached the door, a hoarse voice from behind called out, "When?"
Rong Mochen paused, turned his head slightly, and looked at Rong Sinan.
"The wedding, when is it?" he asked.
"...On the tenth of next month!"
After Rong Mochen spoke, he stood at the door and looked at Rong Sinan.
After so ti without hearing Rong Sinan speak again, Rong Mochen lightly pressed his lips together, turned, and left the studio.
Once Rong Mochen left, the large space was left with only Rong Sinan.
He maintained his posture on the sofa where Rong Mochen had left him, as if frozen in ti, becoming eternal.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was November 9th.
Jin Jumo, with her almost seven-month pregnant belly, and Mu Yan and Xiao Xing spent Tang Yige’s last single day together at Qing She.
Because the four insisted on staying in one room, Xiao Nanqing had to have a big bed brought into the suite’s lounge.
Luckily, the lounge was spacious, and two large beds fit without feeling cramped.
Because Jin Jumo was seven months pregnant, Rong Mochen wanted to bring her back to Jinming Port City, but Jin Jumo insisted on staying.
Moreover, Mu Yan repeatedly promised to take good care of Jin Jumo, ensuring she wouldn’t stay up late or be disturbed during rest, so Rong Mochen reluctantly agreed to let Jin Jumo stay, while he returned to Jinming Port City to be with the little ones.
That night, Mu Yan let Xiao Xing share a bed with Jin Jumo, reasoning that Xiao Xing was thin and would not accidentally press on Jin Jumo’s belly.
In the end, Jin Jumo and Nie Xiaoxing shared one bed, while Mu Yan and Tang Yige shared another.
Mu Yan lay on her side with an arm and a leg draped over Tang Yige, holding her like a human doll.
Tang Yige giggled, stroking Mu Yan’s head, "Little Yan, you and Third Young Master Xiao, do you sleep like this?"
Mu Yan, "..." Her small face twitched continuously, and she weakly said, "Sister Yi, just a friendly reminder, this baby isn’t even nineteen yet."
"Nineteen is adult enough," Tang Yige said casually, with a playful tone.
"I’m very picky!" Mu Yan huffed.
"Third Young Master Xiao is quite good, are you still picky?" Nie Xiaoxing said calmly.
Mu Yan rolled her eyes, "What’s so good about him? A decent man! And still a flirtatious old man! I wouldn’t want him even if he was given to for free!"
"Little San would spit blood if he heard that," Tang Yige teased.
"Let him!" Mu Yan muttered as she pulled away from Yige and looked at Nie Xiaoxing on the other bed, "Xiao Xing, do you want to marry Uncle Gu?"
As soon as Mu Yan said this.
The won in the room all turned to look at Nie Xiaoxing.
Nie Xiaoxing pursed her lips, "He’s not my type."
"I think you and Uncle Gu are quite compatible. You’re so aloof, you should find soone lively like Uncle Gu to make life less lonely," Mu Yan said, resting her chin on Tang Yige’s shoulder.
"Xiao Xing, I’m going to speak up for our Little Yanzi. Don’t be fooled by his usual carefree, silly deanor, but at critical monts, he’s quite manly," Tang Yige paused and added, "Bringing him ho as a...pet is still okay."
"Pff..."
Mu Yan laughed uncontrollably, rolling around next to Tang Yige, "If Uncle Gu knew you said that about him, he’d probably spit blood."
"I was complinting him. Pets are so cute," Tang Yige said with a smirk.
Nie Xiaoxing listened quietly, then suddenly turned her head to where the interior was, softly touching Jin Jumo’s belly, "What do you think?"
Jin Jumo, "..."
Blinked and looked up at her, smiling, "What do I think about what?"
"What do you think of Gu Yan?" Nie Xiaoxing stared at her, her grape-like eyes shining brightly under the light.
Jin Jumo was slightly stunned, looking at Nie Xiaoxing, "He’s quite good. Gu Yan is very loyal, appears carefree but is actually very considerate and caring."
After speaking, Jin Jumo pressed her lips and felt inexplicably weird inside.
Nie Xiaoxing lowered her eyes, turned away from Jin Jumo, and after a long pause, her indifferent voice sounded, "I won’t marry a man who has soone else in his heart."
Soone else in his heart?
The three of them were simultaneously stunned.
"Little Yanzi has soone he likes?"
Tang Yige was shocked.
Nie Xiaoxing’s eyelashes lowered, "Mm."
"No way!"
Tang Yige frowned, "I’ve never heard him ntion it."
"He’s afraid to say it," Nie Xiaoxing said.
Uh...
The three of them stared strangely at Nie Xiaoxing.
"Is Uncle Gu that cowardly?" Mu Yan expressed disbelief.
While Gu Yan seed timid in front of Rong Mochen and the others, she felt that it was all an act.
Nie Xiaoxing didn’t say anything.
Jin Jumo looked at Nie Xiaoxing’s silent profile from the side. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and that strange feeling intensified.
Seeing that Nie Xiaoxing didn’t seem to want to continue the conversation.
Tang Yige squinted slightly, "Why don’t we all go to bed early, we have to get up early tomorrow."
If there was a pregnant woman here, staying up too late would be bad for her.
"Okay."
Mu Yan agreed, "Then I’ll turn off the light."
"Mm." Nie Xiaoxing lifted her eyelids to look at Mu Yan.
Mu Yan flashed her eight teeth at her and turned off the lights.
Instantly, the room was engulfed in darkness.
After an unknown length of ti, the even breathing of Tang Yige could be heard from that side.
But Nie Xiaoxing knew that the one asleep wasn’t Tang Yige, but Mu Yan.
Nie Xiaoxing stared at Tang Yige in the dark for a mont, then slowly turned over, lying sideways to face Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo had her eyes closed but was not asleep.
After a while, Nie Xiaoxing’s low voice ca from beside her ear, "Do all n like beautiful won with good figures?"
There was no need for Nie Xiaoxing to ask.
The answer was obvious.
If given a choice, which man wouldn’t want to take a beautiful bride ho? Even if she can’t do anything, she’s at least pleasing to the eye.
Jin Jumo frowned slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and turned to look at Nie Xiaoxing beside her.
At that mont, Tang Yige on the other bed also gently opened her eyes.
"Xiaoxing, you’re very beautiful," Jin Jumo said softly, but sincerely.
Nie Xiaoxing had very fine features, but unfortunately, she was too thin.
"...Are you comforting ? Gu Yan said he hasn’t seen an uglier woman than ," Nie Xiaoxing said self-deprecatingly.
"..." That Gu Yan, has no filter!
Jin Jumo’s frown deepened, "He’s blind."
Nie Xiaoxing suddenly let out a chuckle, "I understand."
Hm?
"...Understand what?" Jin Jumo was puzzled.
Nie Xiaoxing stared at her, "The reason, of course."
Jin Jumo twitched the corner of her mouth, what reason?
Nie Xiaoxing didn’t continue to explain. She turned over, facing away from Jin Jumo, and yawned, "Let’s sleep, I’m so tired."
Jin Jumo, "..."
The words Nie Xiaoxing threw out were truly enigmatic!
Jin Jumo had no idea what she was talking about.
Tang Yige glanced at the beds of Nie Xiaoxing and Jin Jumo, her dark pupils fixed on the dim ceiling above.
The year the man she loved the most got married, Tang Yige thought she might never get married in this lifeti.
But within just six years, her once firm belief weakened with the passage of ti.
Tomorrow.
She would get married; she would beco a bride!
At this mont, Tang Yige’s mind was astonishingly clear; she knew exactly what would happen when she woke up.
Even so.
She still felt it was like a dream, a fantasy!
Everything seed so unreal, yet was undeniably real.
Tang Yige, you’re about to get married! You’re finally, getting married!
Tang Yige inhaled deeply, gripping the corner of the quilt and pulling it up over her face.
...
At five in the morning, the makeup artist and stylist arrived at Qing She.
Tang Yige, Mu Yan, and Nie Xiaoxing were careful not to wake Jin Jumo, but still ended up waking her.
Tang Yige sighed, spreading her hands at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo forced a smile, sitting up with the help of her waist, "I can’t be of much help right now, so I won’t interfere."
"What do you an interfere? It’s still early; you should sleep a bit more. We’ll co get you when everything’s ready," Tang Yige said.
Jin Jumo, not wanting to worry her, nodded.
Only then did Tang Yige and the others leave the lounge with peace of mind.
As soon as Tang Yige stepped out, the makeup artist and stylist pulled her into a flurry of activity.
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