Four days later, it would be the day their divorce process was finalized... Was he really in such a hurry to marry his beloved?
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"Jin Ge, do I look good?"
In the bridal shop, Zhuo Xuan, who had just put on her wedding dress, stood in front of Yu Jinwen, smiling brightly at him, her face filled with the happiness and joy of a bride-to-be.
Her originally pale complexion now glowed with radiance.
To please her future mother-in-law, Zhuo Xuan had straightened her curly hair into long, sleek black locks that cascaded down her back. For a moment, Yu Jinwen felt a faint sense of déjà vu, as if he were seeing Lu Nansong.
That woman, when she first got together with him, had also smiled every day. But later, as he grew increasingly indifferent toward her, her smiles became fewer and fewer.
Yu Jinwen's thoughts began to drift, and memories he had never considered before suddenly flooded his mind. For instance, he suddenly remembered that his previous marriage had not included a wedding ceremony.
Back then, he had treated his casually chosen wife as nothing more than a decoration. Not only was there no wedding, but he hadn't even bothered to attend the marriage registration. At that time, he was lying in bed, his body encased in plaster and steel plates, unable to move.
He had never understood why Lu Nansong had married him. Was it for money, or for the empty title of "Mrs. Yu"?
"Jin Ge..."
Noticing that the man had been lost in thought for a while, Zhuo Xuan walked over to him in her wedding dress and called out to him again, asking, "Do I look good or not?"
Yu Jinwen snapped out of his reverie and forced a slight smile. "You look good."
Only then did Zhuo Xuan smile contentedly. She then touched the waist area of the dress and said to the designer beside her, "This part is still a bit loose. It doesn't show off my waistline. Can you take it in a little?"
The designer hesitated, "I'm sorry, but our wedding dresses are usually custom-made three months in advance. This one wasn't originally your size. Since you liked it, we had to buy it from another customer who was more... curvaceous than you. If we alter it, I'm afraid it might not be ready in time for your wedding..."
Hearing this, Zhuo Xuan's face immediately fell. "So, it's my fault now?"
"No, no, you misunderstood..." The designer was startled, not understanding why the previously gentle and sweet lady had suddenly turned cold. As a humble designer, she couldn't afford to offend a wealthy lady and quickly apologized.
Zhuo Xuan was about to press further when Yu Jinwen calmly interjected, "If this one doesn't work, let's try another one. Pick one that fits your size."
The designer hurriedly said, "There's another wedding dress that should fit Miss Zhuo's size..."
"I've seen it. I don't like that one. It's too old-fashioned."
Zhuo Xuan coldly rejected the designer's suggestion, then glared at her with a sinister look in her eyes. "And don't call me Miss Zhuo. Call me Mrs. Yu."
"..." The designer was momentarily stunned.
The atmosphere instantly turned icy.
Yu Jinwen frowned slightly and said calmly, "You can leave for now. We'll take another look."
The designer, eager to escape the awkward situation, quickly left with the wedding dress. As she walked out, she couldn't help but complain to a colleague, "What's wrong with her? So picky and pretentious. She's definitely a gold digger!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for Zhuo Xuan and Yu Jinwen to hear.
Zhuo Xuan's face turned livid with anger. "What did you say? Say it to my face!"
She was about to storm after the designer when Yu Jinwen gently held her back. "Enough. You're not well. Don't bother with her."
"How could she say that about me? I was the one who knew you first. Lu Nansong was the third wheel!"
Zhuo Xuan was extremely upset, covering her face as she cried and tugging at Yu Jinwen's sleeve. "I don't care, Jin Ge. You have to get that designer fired from Beicheng. I never want to see her again!"
Yu Jinwen felt it was unnecessary, but seeing Zhuo Xuan's flushed face and fearing it might affect her health, he reluctantly agreed. "Alright, whatever you say."
Feeling triumphant, Zhuo Xuan pushed further. "And you have to announce to the world that we were each other's first love, that we're soulmates. Lu Nansong was just an outsider. She was the one who came between us!"
Yu Jinwen's brow furrowed. Rationally, he knew he should comply with the wishes of the woman he loved. But for some reason, hearing that name and those words made him deeply uncomfortable.
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Meanwhile, Lu Nansong declined Bai Qi's offer to throw her a welcome-back party, opting instead to rest at home.
But as she had anticipated, her sleep was far from peaceful.
No sooner had she settled into bed than the neighbor's deafening music started blaring, accompanied by loud banging noises, as if a ghost were wreaking havoc.
Lu Nansong rubbed her temples, having almost forgotten that the soundproofing in her house was far from ideal. She had complained countless times to her parents about this, but they had always dismissed her concerns, citing her safety as the reason.
However, everyone in the Rose Manor knew that the young mistress was a light sleeper, and any noise at night was strictly forbidden.
It seemed that after being away for three years, she would have to reestablish some rules.
Nan Ya, who had been forced out of the secondary bedroom by Lu Nansong and relocated to a guest room, was fuming as she looked at the small, unimpressive room. Seeing her ruined handbags only added to her anger.
Why should she be stuck here sulking while Lu Nansong got to sleep soundly in her room?
She wouldn't let her sleep! She'd make sure of that!
"Boomshakalaka, boomshakalaka..."
Nan Ya turned the volume up to the max, jumping on the bed and shaking her head wildly, treating the house like a nightclub. With a microphone in one hand and the other raised high, she entertained herself, shouting, "Friends, let's get hyped—ugh!"
As the door swung open, a basin of icy cold water was thrown at her, drenching her from head to toe.