[Sister Yueqian, have you reached home yet?]

An Yueqian’s fair fingers tapped on the mobile screen, sending a home emoji without any other reply.

...

Villa.

The custom wedding dresses were delivered, and Yuanyuan helped Qin Yun try them all on.

Except for the wedding dress that needed some modifications, all the others were perfect.

When Qin Yun emerged wearing the white wedding dress, Pei Yan was sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone. At her appearance, Pei Yan’s gaze immediately fixated on her.

Watching Qin Yun walk slowly towards him, Pei Yan’s eyes gradually narrowed.

Qin Yun wore a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, her gaze clear yet mischievous. As she approached gracefully, stopping in front of him, she almost took his breath away.

The gentle sunlight spilled over her back, and aside from her, everything else lost its color.

Qin Yun twirled before him, "Do I look good?"

Pei Yan nodded instinctively, "You look good."

He hung up the phone, ignoring the person who kept calling his name on the other end.

Qin Yun asked again, "What’s good about it?"

Pei Yan smiled.

Everything about her looked good; if it’s her, it’s beautiful.

"Your eyes are beautiful, reflecting my image. This part looks good too, makes one want to steal a kiss, and also here."

Pei Yan stood up and reached out, caressing Qin Yun’s smooth, slender neck. His dry, long fingers lingered, inducing mild tremors.

Pei Yan’s eyes were deep, his voice somewhat hoarse, "I want to hide it away."

The staff in the back saw the two of them like this and tactfully turned away, clearing their minds.

Qin Yun immediately retreated a bit, a mischievous smile in her eyes, "Mr. Pei, please be a little more restrained, we have company."

Pei Yan laughed; if not for the others around, Qin Yun wouldn’t be standing there so intact. Calculating the days, it’s been seven or eight weeks. Only over a month left to endure.

Qin Yun turned to change clothes; Pei Yan had no mind for work anymore, sitting on the sofa waiting for Qin Yun to come out in another outfit.

Ten minutes later, Qin Yun came out.

She wore a blue dress, exposing her fair, slender, and straight shoulders.

No doubt, Qin Yun was truly a mortal beauty, making it difficult for people to avert their gaze; her every move would make one forget their surroundings.

Qin Yun tugged at the hem of her dress and asked, "How’s this for the reception?"

"It looks beautiful."

Pei Yan nodded without hesitation, yet his gaze told Qin Yun his approval was instinctive, without a shred of artificiality.

Qin Yun was very pleased.

She also liked this outfit, this blue was very soothing, refreshing without being too intense.

"Hmm, I think it’s beautiful too. There’s one more outfit. I’ll change into it for you to see."

Pei Yan nodded.

Qin Yun turned to change again.

The last outfit, a toast dress, leaned towards a more traditional style. Staff pinned up Qin Yun’s hair, simply inserting a bead flower, transforming her aura from a gentle bride to a dignified and gracious matriarch.

Her gaze, when exchanged, carried a sense of intimidation.

When she emerged, Pei Yan was no longer on the sofa but waiting in the center of the hall.

Upon hearing the sound, Pei Yan turned his head, greeted by a blaze of red.

Qin Yun suited red very well, the striking red highlighting her fair skin, like a sprite just walked out of the woods.

"How’s this outfit?"

There in Pei Yan’s pupils, all was the reflection of Qin Yun.

This version of Qin Yun elicited an inexplicable sense of familiarity as if he’d seen her like this before.

Pei Yan instinctively searched his memory, trying to pinpoint when he’d seen this Qin Yun, but the fleeting image in his mind was gone, leaving no trace to recall.

Pei Yan was evidently in a daze.

Qin Yun arched her brow, lifting her skirt as she walked over.

She waved her hand before Pei Yan, "Pei Yan?"

Pei Yan remained motionless, still staring at her.

Qin Yun frowned, reaching over to touch Pei Yan’s forehead, finding it icy without signs of fever.

Yet, this touch felt overly cold.

Qin Yun asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing Qin Yun’s voice, Pei Yan finally snapped out of it, "Hmm?"

He hadn’t heard a word Qin Yun had just said.

"Have you been feeling really uncomfortable these days? I’ll call Sister Yueqian in a moment to ask how to prepare the medicine, and I’ll get some for you to adjust things."

Pei Yan only then came to realize Qin Yun worried he might be nauseous to the point of delirium.

He smiled wryly, "I’m fine, just a bit sidetracked."

"Really? Seeing me, you could still get sidetracked; doesn’t that mean you don’t like it very much." Qin Yun said, humming lightly at the end.

Pei Yan wrapped his arms around her waist, gently saying, "I love it very much, just so much that it feels a bit unreal."

Qin Yun studied him briefly, ensuring he was indeed alright, finally feeling relieved, "You passed the test."

She then broke free from his embrace and walked away.

The dresses fitted perfectly; she informed the staff of the white wedding dress areas needing adjustments. They carefully noted everything for revision.

Once the staff left, Qin Yun took out her phone, calling An Yueqian.

An Yueqian seemed to not be fully awake yet, her voice a bit groggy, "Xiao Yunyun? What’s the matter? Why call me so early?"

Qin Yun checked the time, already twelve-thirty noon, yet An Yueqian referred to it as early.

"Did you work late last night?" Qin Yun felt somewhat empathetic. An Yueqian lived alone, and when she returned late, no one was there to take care of her.

"Yeah, had a few things, worked late, what’s the matter? You aren’t feeling well, are you?" An Yueqian considered a certain possibility, startling herself, sitting up in bed directly, "Xiao Yunyun, are you okay?"

Qin Yun involuntarily laughed.

Since her pregnancy, everyone around seemed jumpy, whether in the Tang Family or Pei Family, even An Yueqian and Yang Leqi were quite tense.

"I’m fine, just wanted to ask, does that prescription you mentioned last time really work? I want to get some for Pei Yan."

Hearing Qin Yun was alright, An Yueqian heaved a sigh of relief. She’d already gotten out of bed barefoot but lay back down again.

"It works, I tried it myself. The medicine has arrived at my place. I’ll have my assistant bring it over to you. I’ve been too busy these days, won’t even be back for the Lantern Festival."

"Lantern Festival?"

Qin Yun then realized today was indeed the Lantern Festival.

She and Pei Yan were not very conscious of these festivals, usually only recalling when reminded.

"You didn’t forget today’s the Lantern Festival, did you?" An Yueqian laughed, her voice somewhat lazy, "Remember to have some Yuanxiao, a reunion, year by year." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Alright."

After hanging up the call, Qin Yun suddenly felt inspired to try making Yuanxiao herself.