A fashion queen

For several days, Cui Xueying was completely immersed in the sweetness of happiness, as if she were inside a huge jar filled with honey, surrounded by the rich and sweet aroma. During this period of time, her mood was as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

At the same time, thankfully, her parents' health had also improved significantly. Although their movements were still slightly slower than those of ordinary people, they were not seriously injured, which made everyone feel extremely relieved and reassured.

Just then, a surprising piece of news arrived—Cui Xueying was about to get married! Even more exciting, she was pregnant! This unexpected news was like a bright flash of lightning that pierced the night sky, instantly igniting the joy of the entire family.

When Cui Xueying's parents heard the news, they were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. Their joy was beyond words. It was as if all the good things had come together at this moment.

"Yun Ting, thank you so much! Thanks to your meticulous care and attention to our daughter Xueying, she's been able to live such a happy life. She's truly blessed to marry a man as outstanding as you!" Cui Yongyuan said happily, looking at his gentle and handsome son-in-law. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. He felt that Mo Yunting was impeccable and perfect, both in appearance, temperament, and inner qualities.

Facing the praise from his father-in-law, Mo Yunting quickly responded modestly: "Dad, you're too kind! In fact, I should be more grateful to you. If you were not willing to trust me without reservation and hand over your daughter, whom you cherish like a treasure, to me with confidence, how could I have such a happy life now? So, the really lucky person should be me!" As he spoke, Mo Yunting's face was filled with a sincere and warm smile, which came from the most sincere gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Yunting carefully stretched out his hands, gently supported Cui Xueying's slightly clumsy body, slowly led her to the seat, and said softly: "Xueying, you are pregnant now, you must pay more attention to rest." As he spoke, his deep and gentle eyes were always staring at the woman in front of him who was about to become a mother, his eyes full of concern and love.

Cui Xueying nodded with a smile, her face as charming and beautiful as a peach blossom in full bloom in spring. She turned with joy to look at her parents, seated nearby, her eyes gleaming with delight and gratitude. Then, she shifted her gaze back to Mo Yunting beside her. Gazing at the man with whom she would soon spend her life, her heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of happiness. At that moment, it felt as if the world belonged only to the two of them, no other disturbances could disturb this peaceful and beautiful moment.

It's worth noting that every meticulous detail of their wedding venue was created by Mo Yunting's deft hands. He had personally promised Cui Xueying that he didn't want her to be overworked and would create an unprecedented, unparalleled, dreamlike ceremony for her. All she had to do was focus on being a beautiful and charming bride, and she didn't need to worry about any other trivial matters, as he would take care of everything else.

"Hubby, you're so good!" Cui Xueying exclaimed softly, her fingers as slender as water scallions tightly grasping Mo Yunting's broad and warm palm. Her beautiful eyes were filled with happiness, and she said with a slight parting of her red lips: "Being able to accompany you in this life is truly a blessing that I have cultivated for several lifetimes."

Mo Yunting lowered his head slightly, his eyes as deep as the sea beneath his inky eyebrows gazing affectionately at the shy and lovely Cui Xueying. His thin lips lifted slightly, revealing a doting smile. Then he slowly leaned over to touch her delicate earlobe and whispered softly, "Don't be impatient, dear. There are still many days to come. I will let you slowly discover more of my goodness."

His warm breath gently brushed against Cui Xueying's sensitive ear, instantly bringing a charming blush to her fair, jade-like face, as delicate and alluring as a peach blossom in spring. This man, it seemed, was born with a deadly charm. No matter where, even a casual glance or a simple word could easily stir her heartstrings.

At this moment, Cui Xueying felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, unable to break free from this sweet bond. It was over. It seemed she had completely fallen for Mo Yunting's endless tenderness, and from now on, there would be no room for anyone else in her heart.

Yet, deep down, what she longed for most was what kind of grand and romantic wedding Mo Yunting would plan for her. Initially, she had envisioned a wedding that didn't need to be overly lavish or elaborate; simply, a warm and beautiful one would suffice. But Mo Yunting firmly disagreed. He insisted on a wedding that would capture the attention of the world, letting everyone know that she—Cui Xueying—was the one and only wife he had chosen for this life. The thought of this filled Cui Xueying with joy, filled with endless anticipation and longing for the impending dream wedding...