Has Big Shot Fallen in Love Today?-Chapter 959: The Inextinguishable Fire of the Heart

It’s true, Yang Mingming is about to get married.

She wore a custom-made lace wedding dress, sitting in the makeup room, waiting for the stylist to do her hair.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Yang Mingming thought the woman in the mirror was very beautiful.

Indeed, she was very beautiful.

Perhaps when she smiles, her facial lines seem a bit unnatural, after all, her face wasn’t entirely natural.

But when she’s still and not smiling, her face is flawless.

The pure white wedding dress accentuated her extraordinary temperament.

She should be proud.

When trying on the wedding dress, she was in a good mood because her fiancé praised her as "beautiful as a fairy" at that time.

Such an aristocratic gentleman, what could he do? Hasn’t he also fallen for her charm?

Yet today, she felt weary.

Her fiancé has quite a temper, and he doesn’t follow rules very well. The affairs outside, Yang Mingming didn’t care. How many men in this world, especially those rich and powerful, live as simple and restrained a life as Gu Shiting?

Of course, there’s one.

Gu Jiahui.

Thinking of Gu Jiahui, Yang Mingming suddenly felt very upset.

It was absurd to think of him at such an occasion, and she suddenly had a desperate urge to run away from the wedding.

But she didn’t dare to run.

This marriage was personally arranged by her uncle.

In the Yang Family, the true decision-maker was not her father, but her uncle.

Her uncle had only two sons, no daughters. Yang Mingming’s marriage became a tool for a family alliance, it was inevitable. Otherwise, why would her uncle spoil her so much?

Since she gained benefits, she had to fulfill her obligations for the family. This was something Yang Mingming understood since she was young.

Yet, she was still unwilling.

Besides Gu Jiahui, who else in this world was so attentive?

Her fiancé?

He couldn’t do it; when he was unhappy, he even dared to show Miss Yang a sour face.

Thinking of this, when the stylist was about to pin a diamond hair clip on her hair, Yang Mingming suddenly took it off and threw it hard at the mirror.

All the staff in the room stopped their work, looking at Miss Yang in astonishment.

Everyone knew Miss Yang had a wayward temper. They held their breath, worried that they might become the target of her anger.

The stylist hesitated and cautiously asked, "Was my hand too heavy, did I hurt you?"

Yang Mingming stood up.

She suddenly pushed the stylist away and turned to leave.

The chief designer in charge of her look for the day immediately blocked her way: "Miss Yang, where are you going? This is a handmade wedding dress; you can’t wrinkle it. There’s no time to fix it now."

Yang Mingming glared at her: "I need some fresh air."

"I’ll have everyone leave so you can have some quiet time alone in the room, okay?" the chief designer said nervously, "You know, if you go outside and accidentally tear the wedding dress, it’s bad luck."

Yang Mingming gave her a harsh look.

The chief designer signaled to the others to leave.

She herself also left, hastily calling Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang was at the front entertaining guests. Her face darkened slightly when she received the call.

She hesitated for a few seconds and then dialed another number.

"Jiahui, have you arrived?" Mrs. Yang asked.

The person on the other end replied something.

"Go straight to the makeup room, yes, Mingming is throwing a tantrum again. Today is a big day, her uncle and aunt are both here, and many distinguished guests have come.

Please help me persuade her, don’t let her make a scene today," Mrs. Yang pleaded, "Jiahui, we will not forget your kindness. In the future, if you need anything, just tell Aunt, and Aunt will get it done for you."