Lin Xuanyao's tone grew heavier, "I'm afraid not."
Qin Yunxi gasped.
"Hiss—"
His eyes widened, veins bulging in his neck.
"Not—not?!" What happened? The great Mr. Qin smelled unusual gossip. "Where are you?"
After Lin Xuanyao gave the address, Qin Yunxi instructed the driver to head there.
Grace saw this and said, "Drop me off by the side."
She didn't want to go with him to see Rong Jingyang; she only wanted to see Sister Xin now.
Qin Yunxi, however, refused, "Do you know which church the wedding is being held at?"
Grace looked embarrassed—she had forgotten to ask just now.
Qin Yunxi couldn't help but curve his lips into a sly smile, "Don't rush. Come with me to see Old Yang first. When the time is right, I'll take you to see Du Ruoxin."
—
Du Ruoxin sent her daughter to kindergarten and then followed Christiano to the church.
He led her towards a dressing room.
Opening the door, Du Ruoxin saw several women inside and a dazzling array of decorations. She stood at the entrance, her feet unwilling to move.
Christiano turned back to look at her, his gentle voice laced with indulgence, "What's wrong?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head, "I don't want to wear makeup."
She didn't want to be styled.
She didn't want to be dressed up to be stunning, to be too beautiful.
She didn't want—
Christiano ruffled her hair and smiled slightly, "It won't do without makeup." He pinched her slightly pale complexion, "Do you want others to misunderstand that I'm mistreating my bride?"
Du Ruoxin lowered her head—that wasn't what she meant.
"Be good. Today, you are the most beautiful and happiest woman in the world. Just a simple, light makeup, okay?"
Du Ruoxin pursed her lips—true, today she had to "be happy" for Feng Linwan and Rong Jingyang. She couldn't be listless, like attending a funeral.
"Okay." She walked into the room and sat quietly at the dressing table, letting the stylists work on her.
Several minutes later, a woman of unparalleled beauty appeared before everyone.
Christiano had been staring at Du Ruoxin, never getting enough.
This moment, he had waited thirteen years for.
From the moment she stepped into the Rothschild family, from the first time she spoke to him, the first time she entered his heart.
He had been pretending for thirteen years.
Cherishing her as if she were a treasure, fearing she might fall or melt.
Christiano looked at the woman he had raised according to his own preferences, watched her put on the red makeup for him, and his heart was uncontrollably filled with happiness.
This was not a dream.
It was real.
Xin'er was going to marry him.
"Hey." What was he spacing out for? Du Ruoxin felt a prickle on her scalp from her elder brother's gaze and spoke to interrupt him.
Christiano closed his eyes and then snapped his fingers at the staff.
"Ding—"
The staff immediately pushed out wedding dresses one by one.
One, two, three, four, five...
At least a dozen!
All were luxury haute couture, and they looked a bit familiar.
This—
She remembered!
These wedding dresses were all designed by herself!
From the age of fourteen, every time Christiano took her to someone else's wedding, he would coax her into designing a dress.
One by one, each wedding dress design had a story behind it, which she had once recounted to him fluently.
She hadn't expected...
He had actually turned all her design drafts into beautiful wedding dresses.
"Which one do you like? Put it on, hmm?" Christiano gazed at Du Ruoxin obsessively, pointing behind the door, "I'll wait for you outside."
Du Ruoxin collected her deeply touched thoughts, forced a smile, "Okay."
Christiano consciously walked out of the room and closed the door.
Dressed in a suit, he stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, waiting for his bride as if time stood still.
However, someone rushed over recklessly, disturbing this peace and beauty.