The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 802 - 244: That Tone, It Feels Like Giving Orders

"What are you daydreaming about, hmm?" Lu Jingchen pressed her to sit on the comfortable sofa, brought his handsome face close to hers and kissed her, then asked, "Do you like those?"

The air was filled with his scent, Song Qiao withdrew her gaze and smiled, "They’re all very beautiful, but I’m more looking forward to the wedding dress you’ve prepared for me."

Lu Jingchen glanced down at her, his eyes brimming with unrelenting tenderness, "You’ll like it. If you don’t, I’ll have them rush to make another one for you."

His tone was so casual, just like usual. But to Song Qiao’s ears, it meant something else, as if he was threatening that if she didn’t like it, he would spend whatever it takes to design a new wedding dress before the wedding.

This made her question why he was only bringing her to try on wedding dresses now. With only half a month left until their wedding on the 15th, if she really didn’t like it, would they really have time to make another one?

But soon, this thought was quickly dispelled.

The shop manager soon came out carefully holding a wedding dress, walked directly up to Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, and asked, "Mr. Lu, should Mrs. Lu try it on now?"

The man responded with a hmm, stood up, and was just about to personally take the dress. But Song Qiao had already stood up, stretched out her hands, took the wedding dress from the manager’s hands into her own arms, and said, "I’ll go try it on, you wait for me here."

Lu Jingchen’s deep eyes were as if ink had been spilled in them, fixedly gazing at her delicate face, but he still responded with a hmm.

The fitting room was large, with a mirror directly facing the door. The wedding dress looked somewhat complex, and she couldn’t possibly put it on by herself. She couldn’t reach the zipper at the back. After trying many times by herself, Song Qiao really felt she couldn’t do it, so she opened the door slightly and poked her head out, looking at the man sitting on the sofa outside with a bit of grievance, she said, "Lu Jingchen, I can’t put it on by myself, come help me."

The man was just about to pick up a magazine to pass the time waiting for her to come out. Hearing her words, his hand paused, but he still stood up directly, a gentle smile appearing on his face, "Okay."

The shop manager, waiting for instructions, was stunned hearing Mrs. Lu directly call Mr. Lu in to help her dress, but didn’t say anything as the man walked directly into the fitting room and closed the door.

Earlier in the morning when checking Weibo, though everyone said Mr. and Mrs. Lu have a good relationship, some had brought up the time when Mr. Lu chose Miss Zuo, an actress of the Huayi Media, over Mrs. Lu, who was injured. There were also past rumors online about Mr. Lu and Miss Zuo... This led many to believe Mr. and Mrs. Lu didn’t have a good relationship.

But seeing the couple like this today, she couldn’t help but let go of such thoughts of Mr. and Mrs. Lu having a bad relationship.

Moreover, if Mr. Lu didn’t love Mrs. Lu, how could he have an internationally renowned wedding dress designer create this dress for her?

From her years of experience, this wedding dress could easily be worth seven figures. When the owner got the dress, they repeatedly instructed her not to make any mistakes.

Inside the fitting room, as Lu Jingchen entered, he saw a woman holding up the dress with one hand and grabbing her back with the other, looking at him with a troubled expression.

He walked over, wrapped an arm around her waist, kissed her, and asked, "Where can’t you reach? I’ll help you."

Song Qiao, having no spare hand to push him away, dodged a bit, "Let go of me first."

"Okay."

The man released her and took a step back.

Song Qiao turned around, looking at herself in the mirror, her face unknowingly tinged with two flushes. Her waist-length hair had been brushed to one side, cascading down the front, adding a touch of dazzling charm. She spoke directly, "Just help me fasten the back clasps and zip up."

The tone sounded somewhat like she was giving instructions.

The man raised his eyebrows but still followed her instructions, going over, bending down to fasten the clasps and zip the dress. Once everything was done, he embraced her from behind, gazing at the woman in the mirror. Under the soft lighting above, he tidied her hair, then unabashedly began to admire her.

There was a hint of amazement in the man’s eyes, and he directly complimented, "Very beautiful."

The wedding dress was mermaid-style, conveying an elegant and mature aura, with the skirt below the knee flaring out like a mermaid’s tail.

Song Qiao also looked at herself in the mirror, momentarily dazed. It was the first time she had seen herself in a wedding dress. Everyone says a woman in a wedding dress is the most beautiful.

Seeing Song Qiao in a daze not speaking, the man’s eyes stayed on her intently, his expression dimming slightly, his warm breath sprayed onto her neck as he asked, "You don’t like it?"

Song Qiao turned her head, a smile appearing as she shook her head, "No, I like it very much."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man turned her body around directly, and before she realized, the strong masculine aura closed in on her.

Song Qiao looked up, meeting a pair of slightly dark eyes, and couldn’t help but catch her breath, subconsciously asking, "What’s wrong?"