Sohow, Lin Yixun nodded, "Okay."
As soon as she spoke, Lin Yixun regretted it. What was happening to her? Didn’t she hate Leng Yixiu? Why would she agree to such a request from him?
But, once spoken, words are like spilled water, hard to take back. She thought about it, after all, she would have to wear a wedding dress on the wedding day, what difference did it make which dress it was? The only laughable thing was that she was getting married a second ti, and still to the sa person.
As they walked out of the villa, the man glanced back at the villa and then asked Lin Yixun, "Do you like this house as our marital ho?"
Marital ho?
Lin Yixun imdiately understood that the purpose of Leng Yixiu bringing her here today wasn’t just to choose a wedding dress, but also to view their marital ho.
She smiled lightly, "A house is just a place to live, whether I like it or not doesn’t matter."
"It’s not just a house, it’s our ho, and the children’s."
"Ho? I can still have a ho?" Her ho had long been destroyed; where would she find another?
The pain in Lin Yixun’s eyes was clear to Leng Yixiu; he reached out and tightly held her cold hand, gazing deeply at her, "You still have , Yixun, and our unborn child. Naturally, you have a ho. We are your family."
Family?
Lin Yixun’s eyes welled up with warmth, and she sniffled. Leng Yixiu’s words moved her; she even imagined, just for a mont, a picture of the family gathered around the dinner table.
But could she really wait for that day to co?
Ever since that high fever, she had clearly felt physical discomfort. Cen Lin had been secretly helping her with treatnts, but they had little effect. Lin Yixun didn’t know if her current physical condition could last until the end.
When they returned to the hospital, Leng Yixiu noticed that Lin Yixun’s face looked pale and asked nervously, "Are you feeling unwell sowhere?"
Lin Yixun’s heart trembled slightly, but she smiled nonchalantly, "I’m fine, probably just a bit hungry because I ate too little dinner."
"Really?" The man stared at her face, questioning with suspicion.
"I know my own body. I’m fine. If you’re worried, you can ask Doctor Cen. My body is fine."
Lin Yixun ntioned Cen Lin, and Leng Yixiu trusted Cen Lin very much. Since she said Lin Yixun was fine, he didn’t worry anymore.
The wedding photos were scheduled to be taken three days later. Since Lin Yixun was pregnant and it was inconvenient to shoot on location, they decided to only shoot in the studio.
Preparing for the wedding photos was very tedious. It was easier for the groom-to-be, as changing clothes and makeup were relatively simple, while the bride-to-be’s makeup alone would take several hours.
"Miss Lin, are you satisfied with this makeup?"
Lin Yixun looked at herself in the mirror. The makeup artist had only done slight touch-ups on her face without heavy makeup, yet this face was still bewitchingly beautiful, almost unreal. Lin Yixun, although she had had this face for over four years, still hadn’t quite adapted to her current look.
At so point, the man had co up behind her. Seeing her stare blankly at the mirror, he asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I’m thinking this face is a bit too alluring, like a stereotypical mistress’s face."
Lin Yixun rarely joked about herself in front of him. Leng Yixiu couldn’t help but smile, his gaze firmly on her in the mirror, "But you are not a mistress, you are the rightful wife."
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