Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 177 - 131. He was worried that if he didn’t go back for too long, the little wild cat would forget about him._2
In a black tailcoat, his posture remained as upright and elongated as always, now with an added touch of gentle elegance.
Unbeknownst to him, the way she held a tissue with her eyes moist, fell into Mu Jin Huan’s eyes as if she had just cried and had not yet recovered.
For so long, she had never cried.
A tightening in his chest, he furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice, "What’s wrong?"
Ji Wanxia glanced between the two, her smile exceptionally bright, "Brother, help sister-in-law fix her slanted veil, I’ll go out and check if the camera has enough battery."
After speaking, without waiting for his response, she exited the dressing room, closing the door behind her.
They looked at each other for a moment before Mu Jin Huan stepped closer, brushing his thumb over her eyelid, his gaze deep, "Why are you crying?"
Nan Wan looked at herself in the mirror, awkwardly explained, "...I wasn’t crying."
Mu Jin Huan lifted Nan Wan’s chin, his gaze still obscure, clearly thinking she was lying with her eyes open.
The man was standing while Nan Wan was sitting, and given his height of 1.87 meters, this made her neck rather uncomfortable.
"I choked on water, really, I wasn’t crying."
Mu Jin Huan stared at the woman’s eyes; the redness in her eyes had faded, now glistening without any sign of dodging.
Releasing his grip on her chin, after fixing the slanted veil on the back of her head, his gaze fell on the mirror’s reflection, "What words could make you choke like this?"
When Nan Wan thought about those three words coming from such a mature and steady man, the skin behind her ears started to warm up.
Lowering her eyes slightly, her fingers tidied the hem of her wedding dress, "No words, really, these accidents are hard to control, they just happen."
Although Mu Jin Huan didn’t believe it was just that simple a reason, he didn’t probe further.
Gazing at the woman’s exquisite and beautiful face, his voice low, "I thought maybe you were moved by something."
Nan Wan tossed the tissue in her hand into the trash can beside the table and smiled, "That, I’m afraid, wouldn’t happen with ordinary things."
Glancing at the time on his wrist, Mu Jin Huan asked, "Do you need to rest a few more minutes?"
"No need," Nan Wan stood up, holding up the hem of her wedding gown with one hand, and wrapping the other around the man’s arm. As their eyes met, her lips curved upwards, "Let’s go."
The photos Ji Wanxia took were natural in style, with no intentional posing. The two standing amidst the flowers already formed an incredibly beautiful scene.
So, the photography session ended quickly amidst laughter and conversation.
During this time, Gu Shaozhi sat on the sofa in the reception room, flipping through the magazines on the table, his demeanor elegant and noble.
When he walked into the studio, Ji Wanxia had just finished taking the last shot.
Taking the heavy camera from her hands, he handed it to the staff beside him, his eyes filled with affection for her alone, "Are you tired?"
Ji Wanxia blinked, "Not really."
Gu Shaozhi placed a hand around the woman’s waist and said to Mu Jin Huan, "Wanwan caught a cold yesterday, I’ll take her back to the hotel first."
Mu Jin Huan’s expression didn’t change much, glancing at Ji Wanxia, he responded, "Alright."
The main reason was that Ji Wanxia hadn’t slept well; catching a cold was a minor thing, but her head felt a bit stuffy, so she obediently stayed in the man’s arms, "Brother, sister-in-law, I’m leaving with Shaozhi first."
Nan Wan nodded, "Have a good rest."
The two walked out of the studio embracing each other.
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In the car.
Gu Shaozhi leaned over to fasten Ji Wanxia’s seatbelt, conveniently checking her temperature on the forehead, which was normal.
His dark eyes focused on the woman’s small face, his voice rich and low, "After the wedding, we’ll go home."
"Or shall we stay here?" Ji Wanxia understood the deep meaning in his eyes and gave a shallow smile.
Rolling her eyes, pretending to think, she then said, "BiAn City is much colder, I don’t really like it."
Gu Shaozhi’s thin lips curved into a pleasing arc, his handsome brows also carried a faint smile, responding softly, "Yeah, me too."
Ji Wanxia’s eyes glinted with mischief as she twirled a strand of hair around her fingertip, gazing out the window, she said softly, "But, my brother is here, being a little colder doesn’t seem to matter much."
Hearing this, Gu Shaozhi’s expression turned cold, his large hand tilted the woman’s head, pressing his lips against her cherry-red ones in a kiss.
Ji Wanxia’s hair was trapped under her head, and she pushed against the man’s chest; he didn’t withdraw, the kiss became even more intense.
Alright, it’s her own fault this time.
