Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 195 Does it still hurt?

The bridal shop is the only physical store in the country of a top foreign bridal brand.

Just to make an appointment to view wedding dresses you have to make it a year in advance.

Of course, someone of Gong Chen's status doesn't need to wait.

When we walked into the store which was as magnificent as the Louvre, the manager had already cleared the place and was waiting.

"Old Master, Third Master, Third Madam."

The manager was very considerate and immediately changed the way they addressed each other when he saw the two people arm in arm.

Song Wanqiu looked at Gong Chen shyly, as if waiting for his response to confirm her identity.

Gong Chen did not respond to her, but said with a cold expression: "I have a video conference abroad tonight."

The implication is don't waste time.

The manager was stunned and subconsciously looked at Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu was also stunned for a moment, then smiled gently and reached out to help him adjust the collar of his coat: "Don't be too tired, I can actually come here alone, I would rather let you rest more."

"No, let's go."

Gong Chen spoke casually, took off his coat, put it into Chen Jin's hand, and walked straight forward.

Song Wanqiu's hand only touched the corner of his clothes. She froze for a second and then took off her coat.

"Third Master, you are too impatient."

She leaned over and helped Mr. Gong forward, not forgetting to turn around and remind Lin Zhiyi: "Zhiyi, hurry up and follow."

Lin Zhiyi had long been accustomed to Song Wanqiu's behavior. She had no expression on her face and followed behind him silently.

In the fitting room that was the size of an exhibition hall, the manager personally poured tea for the old man and Gong Chen as soon as they sat down.

Amidst the aroma of tea, accompanied by the voices of two shop assistants, the fitting curtain was slowly pulled open.

"The bride is here."

Song Wanqiu walked out slowly wearing a white veil on her head. The satin wedding dress was inlaid with thousands of diamonds, and every step she took was so shining.

I often hear people say that women wearing wedding dresses are the most beautiful women in the world, and it is absolutely true.

Even though Lin Zhiyi knew how vicious Song Wanqiu was, she had to admit that she looked so beautiful and holy.

In her previous life, she also fantasized about the wedding.

But she never wore a wedding dress until her death.

She and Gong Chen were forced to get married by public opinion.

He took some free time after the meeting to get the certificate with her.

The reason is simple: the child needs to have a file established to apply for a birth certificate.

At that time, she knew very well that the Gong family would not hold a wedding for her, so she could only pretend to pass by a bridal shop and secretly fantasize about wearing the wedding dress in the window and taking a wedding photo with Gong Chen.

Unfortunately...the wedding dress was later bought by someone else.

Today, everything has finally gone as Gong Chen had hoped.

He is about to marry the woman he loves most.

This was clearly the ending that Lin Zhiyi wanted, but she felt the string in her heart was getting tighter and tighter, as if it was about to tear apart.

When she silently withdrew her gaze, she met that pair of deep eyes. Under the dazzling crystal lamp, the bottom of the eyes were filled with broken rays of light, emitting waves that she could not understand.

Song Wanqiu noticed the gazes of the two people, and reluctantly walked in front of Gong Chen, and said embarrassedly: "Third Master, does it look good?"

"Ah."

Gong Chen lowered his eyes and drank tea, his emotions unclear.

Old Master Gong smiled and said, "Wan Qiu is a lady from a wealthy family and a beautiful woman. She looks good in anything she wears. She is elegant and clean."

Lin Zhiyi was sitting on the single sofa at the edge. When she heard the word "clean", she was clearly given a serious look.

Her chest felt stuffy, but she seemed powerless and could only stare at the tea in her hand silently.

In fact, she is the most unpopular person here.

But her existence reflects their magnanimity, tolerance, and superiority.

At this time, Song Wanqiu turned around and looked at her, smiling meaningfully.

"Zhiyi, go choose the bridesmaid dresses. I'm not the kind of person who's afraid of the bridesmaid stealing the limelight, so just choose it yourself."

Lin Zhiyi looked at Song Wanqiu suspiciously.

Is she so kind?

The clerk walked up to Lin Zhiyi and said, "Ms. Lin, this way please."

"Ah."

Lin Zhiyi put down the teacup and stood up immediately. She just wanted to leave this tormenting room as soon as possible.

……

Walk into the small matching fitting room.

The clerk pointed at the clothes rack through the heavy curtain and said perfunctorily, "Ms. Lin, please make your choice."

Lin Zhiyi casually flipped through the collection and saw that they were either bright red or various fluorescent colors, and every one of them was a backless deep V.

I guess all the creative little dresses of this brand are here.

She asked patiently, "Anything else?"

The clerk turned his head away, pretending not to hear, and rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

Lin Zhiyi sneered in her heart. She said, how could Song Wanqiu let her go?

She said directly: "I won't wear these. If you don't change a batch, then I will push these out for the old man to choose from, so that he can see my vision as a senior salesperson. Do you think he will think you want to ruin his son and daughter-in-law's wedding?"

"You wait!"

The clerk gritted his teeth and left the fitting room through another door.

Lin Zhiyi held the clothes hanger, lowered her eyes and took a deep breath with some fatigue.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of a door opening behind her. She thought it was the clerk coming back. She slowly raised her eyes and met a pair of inky eyes in the mirror.

It’s Gong Chen.

The man looked at her deeply, with an obscure light flickering in his eyes. She forced herself to look away, turned around and walked towards the curtain.

But he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his hot arms. Before she could struggle against the restraints, he kissed her.

Outside the curtain was Song Wanqiu, wearing a wedding dress.

Lin Zhiyi tensed up and struggled hard, trying to control himself and lower his voice: "Uncle, you are crazy."

"Maybe." Gong Chen whispered in her ear, "Lin Zhiyi..."

Lin Zhiyi froze and waited for him to continue.

But after a moment, he just lowered his eyes and stared at her, then suddenly kissed her lips again.

Lin Zhiyi raised her hand angrily, but he grabbed it and pressed it against the mirror as if he had expected it.

As the temperature of their hands rose, prints of their clasped hands were left on the mirror.

The space was not big, and it was quiet, yet there was a low rhythmic movement.

Lin Zhiyi felt that her body was being hugged very tightly, very tightly... as if it was pinching the man's chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

At this time, Song Wanqiu's voice came from outside the curtain.

"Zhiyi, are you still not well? Do you need my help?"

"..."

Lin Zhiyi pushed the man in front of her in panic.

The man then let go of her reluctantly, but he was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he touched her wrist.

On the day Song Wanqiu had a miscarriage, she was pushed down and a large piece of skin was rubbed off. After the wound healed, a shallow scar was still left.

"Does it still hurt?"

He lowered his head slightly and looked at her, suppressing his voice. His voice was deliberately low and magnetic, with even a barely perceptible softness.

Lin Zhiyi pulled back her hand: "None of your business."

He pursed his lips slightly, wanting to say something but never saying it.

Suddenly, Song Wanqiu's footsteps were heard outside the curtain.

"Zhiyi, are you embarrassed to come out? It's okay, I don't care what you wear."

Hearing the sound getting closer, Lin Zhiyi pushed him in panic.

"You, you go quickly."

"The clothes are on the rack."

Gong Chen squeezed her hand and turned away.

Lin Zhiyi lowered her head and found a tube of scar removal cream in her hand.

When she looked up again, she was the only one left in the fitting room, as if no one had ever been there.

But on the rack opposite was a white dress.

After a while, Song Wanqiu pulled open the curtain of Lin Zhiyi's fitting room with a smile on her face.