Chapter 31 Nacht pressed his palm against her ribs. ...

After hanging up the phone, Quezhan unconsciously touched the tip of the hairpin with his fingertips.

...I'm just trying on a wedding dress, why does Xie Xianshen have to come over?

However, she couldn't disobey her grandmother's words.

"What did grandma say?" When Quezhan answered the phone, Xie Xianshen saw the note on the phone and asked her.

Quezhan thought for a moment and avoided giving a direct reply: "You still have to go to work after the press conference, right? Go quickly and don't waste time. Grandma is fine, I can go see her by myself."

After two months of getting along, even if they didn't know each other well, living under the same roof, it was impossible for Xie Xianshen not to know the little thoughts in Quezhan's mind.

She was usually very harsh on him, and the more she said this, the more he had to hide something.

"Grandma, you just called..."

Quezhan was about to leave after saying this, but Xie Xianshen had already called grandma first.

She reached out to grab his phone, but he deliberately moved aside, and her perfect surprise attack failed.

Xie Xianshen didn't call his grandmother. He raised the hand holding the phone in the air and tapped the screen with his fingertips, but the interface was still on the lock screen.

Quezhan was fooled and immediately settled the score, "Are you kidding me?"

"If you don't tell me what it is, the call will really be made." Her hair was messed up by the movement and fell to the sides of her face and shoulders. He looked at her and saw that she really looked like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Is there something I can't know?"

Regarding choosing a wedding dress, Quezhan wanted to be with her grandmother. They could talk and chat without having to worry about anything. But now there was a man by her side, and that was Xie Xianshen. She had to act.

"Try on a wedding dress."

Quezhan said expressionlessly, "Grandma said you should come with her."

"If you have other plans, it's okay. I'll tell grandma..."

"When there's time."

"..."

Quezhan no longer insisted. Xie Xianshen could go with her. At most, they would just have to put on another show.

"Just like that?" he asked suddenly.

"?"

Quezhan turned around, not understanding the meaning of Xie Xianshen's words.

The man came over and stopped in front of her. He raised his hand and picked a strand of her long hair with his bony long fingers. She smelled the light scent of sandalwood on him again. The closer they got, the stronger the scent became, silently tightening her breath.

I heard him say, "Your hair is a little messy. If you walk over like this, grandma will think I bullied you."

The first half of his sentence was a statement of fact, but the second half... mixed some ambiguous assumptions with the facts.

But to Quezhan, he was just bringing up the time when she "falsely accused" him of being mean to her, which was no different from a provocation.

"No need to remind me, Mr. Xie. I will complain to my grandmother myself." He did suggest a channel for her to file a complaint.

When I arrived at the bridal shop, I found that her hair looked completely different from what it was at the press conference.

She saw her frizzy hair in the rearview mirror and was about to complain, but she couldn't stand it and fixed it.

The thin hairpin with tassels returned to its original position.

"Grandma."

Seeing grandma from afar in the VIP area lounge, Quezhan trotted to the little old lady and said, "I'm here. There was a traffic jam on the road. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Ms. Ye shook her head and said not long, and asked if Xian Shen didn't come with her. Quezhan looked behind and gestured that the person was there.

I don’t know if it was her illusion.

I always feel that the old lady favors Xie Xianshen.

The clerk in the bridal shop poured water for each of them and served them afternoon tea with various desserts and cakes. The service was top notch.

The clerk asked, "Is this lady the bride?"

"Yes, my granddaughter." Then Ms. Ye said to Quezhan, "Zhanzhan, first take a look at what type of wedding dress you like. When you have chosen, take a look at the one I picked for you."

There are so many types of wedding dresses, straight, floor-length, beaded, tube top, fishtail... every style of each type made Quezhan dazzled.

My head is dizzy again, as if I'm back in my school days, reading test papers filled with all kinds of complicated questions.

Essentially, she didn't have a specific definition of the word "wedding dress" in her mind, because she had never thought about falling in love, so she held an indifferent attitude towards this wedding.

The only requirement is that it be grand enough.

Being born into a wealthy family, even if it was a marriage of arranged marriage, the marriage must be done through three letters and six betrothal gifts and a formal matchmaker, which was worthy of her status as the only daughter of the Que family.

"Please introduce me to the several types here." Quezhan said.

The types she ordered were all from the most luxurious and high-end brands of wedding dresses, and each piece cost no less than nine figures. Upon hearing her order, the clerk diligently introduced to her the design of each wedding dress, the ingenuity of the fabrics, and the original intention and meaning of the designers in designing each wedding dress.

Over there, someone is choosing.

Here, Ms. Ye came over to talk to Xie Xianshen. She looked at Quezhan who was choosing a wedding dress with a calm and kind look, and said slowly, "Xianshen, my granddaughter has a bit of a temper, but she has cute moments, and also... vulnerable moments."

"A few days ago, Zhanzhan found me at home early in the morning, ran over and hugged me and cried, her eyes were red from crying. At that time, I thought you bullied her, but later I found out what happened."

Ye Zhanlin thought back to a few days ago when she was about to water the flowers, but Zhan hugged her tightly as soon as he came in, with tears welling up in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Although she smiled and said that she was being coquettish and clingy, she felt worse than anyone else.

"She looks very strong on the surface, but actually she's a bit of a tearful person."

Yes, she is quite tearful.

He had seen her cry many times in the past two months.

When he first met Que Zhan, he thought she was immune to all poisons, strong and resilient, with a warm and vibrant vitality blooming loudly, like a flower growing tall in the eternal barrenness.

But flowers also shed tears.

He had seen her fragility, her thin body curled up in his arms, her tears suppressed and her trembling.

Having seen how cute she was, she stood in front of the mirror wearing his suit jacket, imitating his tone and manner, with her hands on her hips, saying that she would piss him off to death and settle the score with him.

I've also seen her holding a gun. She will take revenge for any grievance that should not be forgiven.

Even though she is so old, she still has to hold Abebei in her arms when she sleeps. What's more, Abebei is so ugly, with just a long furry fur. I don't know how she chose it.

She is so beautiful, but her handwriting is as ugly as her Abebe's.

Whenever this is mentioned, she becomes unhappy and gets angry more and more.

Besides this, he had also seen her attentiveness when she helped him treat the scratch on his back; her kindness when she cooked for the first time even though she was allergic to oranges...

Suddenly, he realized that he had seen so many sides of her.

"Xian Shen."

Ms. Ye shifted her gaze to him. It could be called a request, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it was a wish. "Your wedding will be soon. Don't let Zhan Zhan cry on that day, okay?"

Xie Xian Shen pondered, his eyes fixed on Que Zhan.

She was talking to the clerk.

The clerk talked about the design and original intention of the wedding dress and its symbolic meaning, but she listened carefully, with a barely perceptible smile on her calm face.

His eyes slightly curved, perhaps he heard something interesting.

"Grandma..."

A second before Xie Xianshen answered the question, Que Zhan called grandma, took the little old lady's arm and asked her to see the wedding dress she had chosen. When he "kidnapped" her away, she turned slightly to look at him while Ms. Ye was looking ahead.

This time there was no anger, no provocation or threat, it was just a casual glance.

Just one glance, then look away.

Xie Xianshen followed and walked over.

"Grandma."

She lowered her voice, held her grandmother's arm tightly, leaned closer and asked, "What were you whispering to him just now? You seemed so mysterious, I want to know, too."

Ms. Ye knew her granddaughter's character and deliberately kept it a secret to tease her, "Since you said it was a whisper, then I can't tell you."

"My granddaughter can't tell it either?" She didn't give up.

Ms. Ye smiled and said nothing.

"You can't even say that to your own grandson?"

Grandma still didn't say anything, but she still held a grudge against Xie Xianshen in her heart. As expected, grandma was biased towards him.

Before the marriage, she was her grandmother's darling, she was spoiled to no end by her family, and now her position is about to be taken away by someone else.

Quezhan had no experience in choosing wedding gowns. It was not like choosing the type of clothes she liked. She would just buy one she liked and the color she liked. She also pretended to talk to the clerk to let her grandmother see that she was actually very "serious" in choosing a wedding gown.

I chose two wedding dresses, one is a strapless mermaid dress, and the other is a shallow V-neck with a high waistline.

Of the two wedding dresses, Ye Zhanlin actually prefers the latter. She nodded and said yes. The one she picked out at first sight was the one with a high waistline.

Julia Kontogruni's flagship collection.

When the white velvet curtain slowly opened outwards, at that moment, a woman wearing a white wedding dress with a long train stood in the center of the three-sided mirror. The shallow V line pinched her waist and abdomen tightly, and the whole body was embellished with heavy crystal beads and cloud-like silver threads, which were scattered around her fluffy skirt.

It feels like the whole body is covered with a layer of Milky Way.

The clerk had seen many brides put on wedding dresses, but was still shocked by the scene before him.

"It's really beautiful..." the clerk sighed softly. Her colleague next to her was pushing her excitedly. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak and didn't move.

"Zhanzhan is so beautiful."

Ye Zhanlin looked at her with admiration and thought that Zhanzhan would be even more beautiful on the day she put on her wedding dress.

"Xian Shen, what do you think?"

From the time the curtain opened to the moment the protagonist appeared, Xie Xian Shen's gaze was always fixed in one direction. He seemed to have been looking for a long time, but the woman reflected in his eyes had not changed.

"She is very beautiful."

After a long time, he said this sentence, as if he was facing a choice, with the same answer on both sides.

"Grandma, I feel..." Quezhan touched her back with her backhand. The space at the back was just enough for one hand. "This side is a little big. There's a lot of empty space."

The two shop assistants hurried over to help adjust it. Due to the shortage of manpower, one of the shop assistants said, "Sir, can you come over here for a moment?"

Quezhan's pulse beat hard. "I can do it myself..."

Xie Xianshen had already walked over and stood on Quezhan's left. The two shop assistants stood on her right. While helping her adjust her waist to the right size, they asked, "Is it suitable now?"

Quezhan said it was still a little big. The shop assistants smiled and continued to adjust the size. "You're too thin. You can ask a professional to modify the size for you."

"Your shoulder blades and waistline are in good proportion. You look particularly good in this wedding dress."

Xie Xianshen helped Quezhan adjust it on the left according to the shop assistant's instructions. His palms covered her ribs. The direct contact seemed to make him pause for a moment.

She was very thin, and she looked very light when I held her in the hospital.

Finally, the wedding dress was finalized and the size will be modified according to the individual measurements.

Xie Xianshen used his credit card to buy the wedding dress, but as she watched him sign, she felt that the wedding was getting closer and closer.

Come to think of it, after she fell in love with this wedding dress, it seemed that no other style of wedding dress would catch her eye anymore.

"Grandma, let me take you home. You've been walking outside for a long time today and you must be very tired."

Quezhan held his grandmother's arm and walked out of the bridal shop. After trying on the wedding dress, the sky had turned blue.

There are many colorful flowers planted on both sides outside the bridal shop. The flowers are in full bloom in early May.

Among them was the crabapple blossoms that Ms. Ye liked. The old lady noticed it and seemed to remember something, "It's still early, I won't go back. I want to go there and take a look."

"Where?"

She realized later that her grandmother was talking about the theater.

Ms. Ye comes to the theater every year. She is already an old lady and loves opera, but she doesn't know the real reason why her grandmother comes to the theater.

Just as usual, she changed into the female role's Qingyi costume, put on a kingfisher headdress, and performed in the Peking Opera "The Unicorn".

Quezhan had studied opera, and when she performed in "The Golden Bag" for the first time, her grandmother watched from the audience and praised her for her vivid performance.

This opera has been performed many times, but Quezhan has already known it by heart.

She stood quietly in a red dress, her footsteps light, her splendid red lips, her every frown and glance, her singing voice lingering throughout the theater with the swaying of her sleeves and wrists, her peerless and stunning face was deeply fixed in his pupils, like a painting.

In the spacious theater, one person was walking, one was sitting, and one was standing.

The seats below the stage were all empty, with only Ms. Ye sitting in the middle.

She looked at Que Zhan who was walking gracefully on the stage, her eyes did not change, and suddenly past memories flooded into her mind. She said to Xie Xianshen: "At first, I heard that Zhan Zhan chose the eldest son of the Xie family as her marriage partner. When I saw you for the first time, I felt that you looked a bit like her."

Xie Xianshen was standing behind Ms. Ye, and when he heard the voice, he seemed to be thinking.

The 'she' that Ms. Ye was referring to was his grandmother, Yan Ying.

Ye Zhanlin and Yan Ying both come from scholarly families. When they were young, they were close friends with a deep and inseparable friendship.

However, even the closest friends may have disagreements and conflicts. At the beginning and end of a matter, each of them will firmly stand on their own position and refuse to yield to the other party no matter what. Day after day, the contact is cut off, and the gap lies between the two people.

It is half similar to the story of "The Golden Bag". The two got married on the same day, she married into the Bai family in the capital, and she married into the Xu family in the capital.

Later, Yan Ying died of illness, and the gap between the two could never be resolved face to face.

Ms. Ye likes the crabapple tree, and Ms. Yan likes the Androlihemum, also known as the anthurium.

The crabapple and anthurium symbolize evergreen friendship.

The old lady already knew Xie Xianshen's identity. He was the eldest son of the Xie family, who was one of the most famous people in Beijing in terms of appearance and family background. He was famous and had no romantic scandals. In addition, he was the eldest grandson of her old friend. Therefore, when she learned that Que Zhan had chosen him as her marriage partner, she did not object.

On the contrary, she believed that her granddaughter had found a good home and her wish had been fulfilled.

After the opera was over, Quezhan changed into her original clothes and lay down beside Ms. Ye's legs, "Grandma, why did you think of listening to the opera today?"

"I thought of the good memories in the past." Ms. Ye took her hand and instructed, "Zhanzhan, you and Xianshen must be well."

Quezhan was speechless. To be precise, she didn't know how to continue this sentence.

It was also now that her grandmother told her why she often listened to her singing "The Peony Pavilion". It was because her old friend was Xie Xianshen's grandmother.

The mystery in her heart seemed to be solved at once, and she responded slowly: "Okay, don't worry."

Ms. Ye was not very confident about her granddaughter, and said to Xie Xianshen: "Xian Shen, Zhanzhan is left to you."

"Don't worry."

"Why is there a red mark on the side of your neck?" Ms. Ye had just seen the red mark on the side of Xie Xianshen's neck.

Quezhan's heart was filled with anxiety, and the words of explanation were on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't say that he had scratched him with a hairpin.

Xie Xianshen didn't say anything, probably thinking about how to explain.

Que Zhan slowly moved to his side, quietly reached his arm back, and tugged at his sleeve out of his grandmother's sight, his eyes warning: Don't talk nonsense.

It means don't give her away.

"It's a cat scratch, it's okay." Xie Xianshen said.

Quezhan: “…”

Ye Zanlin reminded him to remember to get vaccinated if he was scratched by a cat. He didn’t say anything else. Before leaving, he muttered that Tag and Nacht were disobedient again.

After leaving the theater, her cell phone, which had been muted, kept ringing. By now, the crazy all-night plan she had promised to pursue was ruined.

Xun Ang's messages and phone calls bombarded her, but she turned on silent mode and didn't receive any of them.

AngAng: [Baby, are you coming over? 】

Angang:【I've been waiting for you. 】

Angang: [Meng Xie and Meng Ye are both here, and Ah Jiang is here too. 】

Angang: [Don’t tell me you changed your mind at the last minute. If that’s the case, I’ll have to settle the score with you tomorrow. 】

Angang:【You don’t answer the phone or reply to messages? ! 】

AngAng:【You actually abandoned me, woooooo, woooo, woooo. 】

Quezhan took a rough look at the messages. There were too many of them. If she didn’t reply, Xunang would make trouble again. She typed: [I have something to do today, so I’m accompanying grandma. I'm sorry I didn't tell you in time, baby. 】

Xie Xianshen was right beside her, and he could see the message she sent just by lowering his eyes.

She called her Bao, Bao?

What an intimate name.

Freiheit: [I won’t go. We’ll set up this game later. 】

He saw Xun Ang’s message again, saying that Meng Xie and Meng Ye were both there. She was indeed going to look for the two brothers of the Meng family.

But, it seems she won't go.

He curled his lips slightly.

An An: [Next Sunday, it will be upgraded to a swimsuit party! Original crew! 】

AngAng:【You can't not come again. 】

Freiheit:【Okay(〃'▽'〃)】

The faint smile on the corners of his lips disappeared.

When she met Xie Xianshen's gaze, she shuddered silently. What was wrong with him again? He was staring at her like a ghost.

It seemed as if he was going to tear her apart and swallow her in the next second.

-After

seeing off Quezhan and Ms. Ye, Xie Xianshen asked his assistant to drive over, and he left in another car.

I wanted to go back to the company to handle some work, but I passed by the bridal shop halfway.

The wedding dress that Quezhan chose was placed in the most eye-catching display window in the store.

Surrounded by four glass walls, a pure white wedding dress stands in the center, the skirt gleaming in the light.

He can still remember how she looked when she put it on.

It looks great on her.

In front of the window, Xie Xianshen stood there looking at the wedding dress.

The wedding dress was held high by the cushion, and the floor-length skirt just covered his wrists. It was like he was standing on the palm of his hand and looking at the world. It was also like the princess' lost crystal shoes were found and he put them on for her.

It was the first time in his life that he looked up at her, and he was fascinated by her.