How does the saying go? "Use it or lose it." Indeed, when soone gains power, how many people wouldn’t wield it? It just so happens that the extent to which they do, or the principles they adhere to, may differ.
For the Su Family mbers, what they want is precisely what they must obtain, whether it was Su Yanyi striving to gain the Qin Corporation for Qin Jiran, or now Mother Su inviting an international photographer to take wedding photos for the family. Whether the matters were big or small, these could very well be seen as the assertiveness of the Su Family mbers.
"Grandma, does Nuonuo look good in this?" The first set of traditional family attire the Su Family mbers wore was akin to Hanfu, bearing so resemblance to a Tang Suit, yet it also incorporated so modern elents, stylish and classical at the sa ti. Especially for Xiao Su Nuo’s gold-threaded short robe, it made him appear even more adorable and aristocratic.
"Absolutely handso! Wearing this outfit, Nuonuo really looks like a little prince from ancient tis," Mother Su said with an appreciative gaze, looking at her exquisitely dressed little prince. The tiny traditional outfit she personally designed, when worn by Xiao Su Nuo, indeed looked incredibly cute.
Mother Su herself wore an attire that resembled what the matriarch of ancient tis would wear, her hairdo coiffured high and sitting with great poise on the sofa. Beside her, Father Su was dressed in an ensemble befitting of a nobleman, smiling as he looked at everyone. And the most impressive of all was the elder, wearing black and crimson, which looked both noble and vigorous on him. He sat there smiling warmly at everyone, his affectionate gaze very loving.
Mother Su’s design for Su Yanmo was indeed a stroke of genius. She chose a pure black long coat for Yanmo that, when worn, didn’t give off the slightest air of a noble son but rather resembled a jianghu swordsman from ancient tis, one of a demonic path with a murderous aura. Mother Su’s eyes shone with approval, extrely pleased with the look.
The outfits of Su Yanyi and Qin Jiran were the most festive, mainly in bright red, with black and gold as accents. It was questionable whether it was Mother Su’s sense of humor, but she had included a red bridal veil to Su Yanyi’s magnificent attire. However, Su Yanyi greatly disliked the veil, and when she ca out after changing, she was holding the veil in her hand, which allowed her exquisitely beautiful face to be in full view for everyone to see.
"If I wear this, do I still need to take photos? Wouldn’t it look the sa on anyone else?" After covering it with the bridal veil, one wouldn’t even need to show their face, so what was the point of taking photos? Besides, they weren’t even having a wedding; why cover her face with a bridal veil?
"Truly beautiful. You are indeed my daughter, the most beautiful bride in the world," said Mother Su, proudly looking at her daughter. Yanyi rarely wore heavy makeup, but this ti, to match the celebratory clothes, her makeup was bold and stunning, making Su Yanyi look all the more radiant and captivatingly gorgeous.
Qin Jiran was standing by her side, the bright red wedding attire complenting his resolute and handso features, looking both festive and luxurious. He was carefully holding Su Yanyi’s hand, and upon hearing Mother Su’s words, he also rembered the strikingly stunning sight of Yanyi he had seen not so long ago—a vision so dazzling that it had almost left him stunned, especially when Yanyi glanced at him with a flirtatious lift of her eyes. In that mont, his heart didn’t just beat faster; it had thumped to a halt for an instant. He had even held his breath, forgetting all his reactions, leaving only the breathtakingly vivid face before him.
"Hey, Jiran, don’t get stupefied. There will be plenty of ti to look at her in the future. We need to get ready to take pictures now. Hold your bride well; let’s go," said Mother Su with a glance, catching Qin Jiran’s dazed look and teasing him.
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