"Uncle Shaoyan must be worried about your pregnancy, so he doesn’t want to make a fuss." Zong Yue leaned against the chair back with her shoulder, "I thought you two would hold the wedding in Parma first, then return to South Sea for the family feast."
Later, whatever Zong Yue said went unheard by Li Qiao.
She just wanted to know, where is the wedding dress?
Li Qiao knew Shang Yu wouldn’t possibly forget, probably hiding so surprise.
But... with her current figure, what if the wedding dress doesn’t fit?
Li Qiao felt herself trapped in pre-wedding anxiety, hesitating whether to call Shang Yu for inquiries, but Duan Shuyuan’s appearance interrupted her thoughts, "Sweetie, do you have a mont?"
Zong Yue turned to smile and called mom, as Duan Shuyuan stepped up the stairs, radiating the vigor of ’joy brings spirit’.
Li Qiao stood up from the recliner, "Mom, what’s up?"
At the mont she turned, she saw Duan Shuyuan holding a very large red gift box, "The wedding outfit is here, do you have ti to try it now?"
Li Qiao’s gaze fell on the gift box, her heart raced a few beats, she nodded in agreent, yet her eyes did not move.
...
Upstairs in the cloakroom, Li Qiao let Duan Shuyuan and Zong Yue dress her in the wedding outfit like a puppet.
As expected, it wasn’t a wedding dress, but a set of Feng Zhao traditional Xiuhe attire.
Celebratory red, noble gold, classic Phoenix-tail gold-thread embroidery—grand yet elegant, the Chinese-style stand collar design perfectly complented Li Qiao’s neck contours, every stitch a testant to brilliance and delicacy.
Li Qiao looked at the vanity mirror, the striking colors of the Xiuhe attire reflected in her eyes, outshining the flowers.
It turns out he prepared for her a classic traditional Chinese wedding.
Li Qiao still couldn’t quite imagine what Shang Yu would look like in the male version of the Xiuhe attire.
He wore black every day, never had he dressed in such vivid, bright colors.
"Qiaoqiao, you look really beautiful in red."
Zong Yue sincerely praised behind Li Qiao, also it was the first ti she saw Li Qiao in red.
Li Qiao lowered her head, touching the front hem that draped to the ankles below her pregnant belly; perhaps the gold-thread outlined patterns had a beautiful and three-dinsional visual effect, she could hardly see her protruding belly in the mirror.
Unless looking carefully, the pregnant belly was cleverly concealed between the swinging front hem and the attire’s edge.
Fortunately, Li Qiao’s pregnant belly wasn’t outrageously large.
Just then, Duan Shuyuan supported Li Qiao’s shoulders from behind, "Not only beautiful but fits perfectly, sweetheart, go to bed early tonight, you need to get up early for makeup tomorrow."
Li Qiao responded softly, fingers stroking the raised Phoenix-tail gold threads on the skirt, her heart was anything but calm.
Tomorrow, everyone would know she married Shang Yu, becoming his Mrs. Shang.
How could she not be excited?
Half an hour later, Li Qiao removed the Xiuhe attire, leisurely walked to the balcony, and called Shang Yu.
On the other end, the man’s deep and magnetic voice quickly ca through.
Li Qiao leaned against the railing, looking at the Xiuhe attire laid on the bed, she smiled faintly, "What ti will you co tomorrow?"
Shang Yu seed to be smoking, his voice carried a few husky notes, "Afraid I won’t co?"
"If you don’t co..." Li Qiao’s tone was lighthearted, "I guess I’ll have to bring my bridesmaids to kidnap you."
The man chuckled deeply, "Eight o’clock, I’ll be waiting at ho."
"Okay." Li Qiao stepped back into the bedroom, sat by the bedside stroking the wedding garnt’s hem, jokingly laughed, "I heard my bridesmaids will pose challenges, you... better be prepared."
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