Mu Chuan and Ji Yan returned, with Ji Yan excitedly telling Sang Ning that she had picked out two dresses, both global limited editions!
Mu Chuan then showed Sang Ning some sample images for inspiration and asked for her thoughts.
"Keep it simple, nothing too elaborate," she replied.
Mu Chuan smiled. "If Miss Nan prefers something elegant, we could use satin. It’s more refined and suits your temperament."
Sang Ning flipped through his design sketches, pausing on the satin gown he had suggested, and gave a slight nod. "Then I’ll leave it to you."
"Don’t mention it, Miss Nan. As the fiancée of President He, of course I’ll give it my all. Rest assured, I’ll personally craft this wedding dress within a month and deliver it to you. Congratulations in advance on your wedding."
Sang Ning followed the female assistant to get her measurements taken, after which Mu Chuan personally escorted them out.
Ji Yan drove off in her eye-catching Maserati sports car, taking Sang Ning with her.
"Hey, did Sister Jiani say anything to you just now?" Ji Yan suddenly asked.
"Yeah, she congratulated me on the wedding."
Ji Yan rested her chin on her hand. "Why does Sister Jiani seem especially fond of you? Last time, she even gifted you a dress. I don’t recall you two having much interaction before."
Sang Ning replied casually, "Maybe we just clicked at first sight."
Ji Yan sighed. "I guess that makes sense. Some people just have chemistry. It’s a shame Sister Jiani and Pei Songhan are such great people but just don’t feel that spark."
Sang Ning gazed calmly at the scenery rushing past outside the window. "Some things are just not meant to be. Once missed, they’re gone forever."
By the time Sang Ning and Ji Yan finished dinner, it was almost ten.
"I’ll drive you home!" Ji Yan was still buzzing with energy, having chattered nonstop all evening.
"No need, my family’s driver is already here."
Uncle Zheng had asked for her location earlier and was now waiting outside.
"Alright, let’s meet up again soon!"
"Sure." Sang Ning waved goodbye.
Ji Yan suddenly added, "Oh, by the way, are you planning a bachelorette party?"
Sang Ning paused. "…Let’s skip that."
Ji Yan clicked her tongue. "You’re not worried your fiancé will disapprove, are you? Why not invite him along?"
Sang Ning: "…"
"That kind of thing is more suited for you and Gu Xingchen," Sang Ning said seriously.
Ji Yan scowled. "What’s that supposed to mean? Why are you lumping me together with Gu Xingchen? We’re sworn enemies!"
"Did you two argue again?"
"Who’d bother arguing with him? He’s completely unreasonable! He even called me ungrateful—just because I spent a bit of his money. That cheapskate is still holding a grudge." Ji Yan ranted indignantly.
Sang Ning blinked. "He wouldn’t go that far… Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand?"
"He said it to my face! How could it be a misunderstanding?"
"Oh…"
The Maybach parked by the roadside flashed its headlights.
Worried about keeping Uncle Zheng waiting, Sang Ning bid Ji Yan farewell. "I should get going. Let’s meet up another time."
"Bye!"
Sang Ning watched Ji Yan get into her car before turning to open the door of the Maybach.
"Sorry, I—"
She paused as she slid into the backseat, spotting He Siyu already seated there.
Uncle Zheng hurriedly explained, "Miss Nan, I didn’t mean to flash the lights at you."
She glanced at He Siyu.
He Siyu met her gaze. "Why look at me? You think I told him to do it?"
Sang Ning: "…"
The audacity of this man.
Uncle Zheng stiffened, quickly taking the blame. "It was me, Miss Nan. I accidentally pressed it."
Sang Ning settled into her seat and smiled at him. "It’s fine."
Uncle Zheng chuckled awkwardly before smoothly starting the car.
He Siyu took her hand, pulling her closer into his embrace. "Did you pick a wedding dress?"
"Yeah."
He wrapped his arms around her, his thumb lightly stroking the back of her hand. "Is it pretty?"
"How would I know? It’s not even made yet."
Lately, he’d been asking the strangest questions.
"Oh." The corner of his lips curled up, pleased. "The invitations have been sent out, and the wedding venue is already being prepared."
She listened quietly as he went over the arrangements.
"Nan Sang Ning."
"Hmm?"
"We’re getting married."
She lifted her head from his chest. "You’ve said that before."
They’d been preparing for months, with most of the formalities already settled.
He replied nonchalantly, "Oh."
The car fell into a comfortable silence. Sang Ning nestled against him, closing her eyes contentedly.
His arm tightened around her waist as he looked down at her serene face, his lips pressing together slightly.
But he had already waited so long.
The following month was unusually busy yet fulfilling for Sang Ning, juggling wedding preparations and company matters.
Fortunately, the company had cleaned up its mess, and the Nan family had been behaving, causing no trouble.
After a hectic month, the day finally arrived—the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, their wedding date.
