Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Song Nuan felt as if she were being roasted in a frying pan, facing a difficult situation.

Finally, Song Nuan simply grabbed a picture book herself, saying, "I'll look at it myself, I'll look at it myself!"

He then sat back down.

Neither of them gained an advantage. Leng Changqing moved in front of Song Nuan and said, "The wedding dress is for me to see, so of course we should choose it together!"

Leng Tingye, not to be outdone, pushed the catalogue over, causing Song Nuan's catalogue to fall to the ground. "Choose this one!"

Leng Tingye pulled out two pairs of more conservative wedding dresses.

Leng Changqing refused. To preserve his pitiful dignity, he casually pointed to the next one, "This one is good, choose this one!"

Little did they know, the next style would be a backless design, bold and sexy.

Leng Tingye clapped his hands and cheered, "Second brother has good taste! This perfectly highlights sister-in-law's beautiful shoulder blades and alluring waistline!"

If he crossed the line, every word felt like a thorn, making Leng Changqing instantly regret his choice.

The atmosphere grew increasingly strange, and the selection of the wedding dress eventually became a silent competition between the two men.

When Leng Tingye became shameless, Leng Changqing was no match for him. His private conversations and the way he looked at Song Nuan fueled Leng Changqing's anger.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Without even choosing a suit, he threw down the brochure in his hand and stormed off!

Leng Tingye's gaze followed Leng Changqing's retreating figure, and he chuckled, "Second Brother, aren't you going to choose a suit?"

Leng Changqing left without looking back, while Leng Tingye stretched out his arm and draped it over the back of the sofa, looking on with the air of a victor.

With one less person in a three-person performance, there's no point in continuing. Besides, if someone sees it, it'll inevitably cause trouble.

Song Nuan stood up and said, "I've chosen my wedding dress, I'm going upstairs too!"

As soon as I stood up, my shoulder was pressed down. "Sit down!"

Song Nuan looked around nervously and said, "Don't do this, people will laugh at us!"

Leng Tingye seemed completely unconcerned, showing no restraint whatsoever. "Just keeping a distance on the surface isn't enough to avoid gossip!"

One sentence made Song Nuan's face flush, and she lowered her head and remained silent.

Even after all this time, and although I've gotten used to his shameless remarks, I still can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Alright, I'll give you some face!" Leng Tingye lit a cigarette and stopped teasing her. "Now that you've chosen the wedding dress, it's time to pick out my evening gown!"

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan had a momentary lapse of judgment, her ingrained mindset leading her to believe that a wedding dress and a suit were a perfect match.

"Are you crazy? Didn't you invite me to your wedding? Shouldn't you help me pick out a suit?"

Song Nuan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she had vaguely asked Leng Tingye last night if he would attend her wedding!

She didn't hear Leng Tingye's reply last night, but now it seems he has agreed.

What was she thinking? It's not like only the groom wears a suit, why would she think that?

Song Nuan shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

He had no choice but to sit down. "Master Ye, what kind do you like?"

Song Nuan began to carefully select, "This one?"

Leng Tingye's gaze was completely fixed on Song Nuan's face; he had no idea what the suit looked like.

Shake his head.

"What about this?"

Leng Tingye shook his head again.

Song Nuan had no choice but to continue selecting; there were simply too many suits to choose from, categorized by color, style, and fabric.

Song Nuan was getting impatient. "This won't do, that won't do, what kind of person do you actually like?"

Her frustrated yet hesitant expression, tinged with embarrassment, was quite endearing. She flicked the cigarette butt from her hand, leaned closer to her, and said, "I'm wearing this for you. I'm glad you like it!"

He spoke almost brushing her earlobe, a suggestive gesture that startled her so much that she quickly moved to the side, afraid that Leng Tingye might do something inappropriate.

"Let me take another look, let me take another look!" Not only was she so nervous that she couldn't speak properly, but she also couldn't flip through the picture book smoothly.

Looking at the panicked woman, Leng Tingye smiled indulgently, propping his hand up as he watched her stutter. He found it quite amusing.

She lowered her head, her profile was very beautiful, and every strand of her hair looked lovely.

It was so alluring that one couldn't help but want to get closer. Leng Tingye stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.

He put his arm around her back and flipped through the picture book for her. "So, is there anything you like?"

Song Nuan was so captivated by his charm that she lost all interest in looking at the items, and randomly pointed to one, saying, "This one's nice!"

"Really? I think it looks too old-fashioned!" His attention was completely focused on her small face, which was pink and tender.

Since the other person wasn't satisfied, she had no choice but to keep looking, "This one, this one is pretty too!"

Song Nuan then selected a few more styles, but she always complained that the designs or colors were not attractive enough for her wedding.

This was, after all, in the West Garden, where Feng Yaqin could come out at any time, and she didn't want to suffer her disdain again.

Wanting to finish choosing as soon as possible, she was inevitably a little anxious, muttering to herself, "You're not the groom, why are you being so strict!"

Although her voice was very soft, Leng Tingye still heard it. "Is that all the patience you have?"

How do you know I'm not the groom?

"What?" Song Nuan opened her eyes wide and looked at him in confusion.

His expression, which was usually ambiguous, was unusually serious. "If you want me to be your groom, it's not impossible!"

What does he mean by that? Could it be that he wants to...?

Song Nuan asked timidly, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, if you want me to be your groom, I can make a sacrifice and reluctantly agree!"

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be joking; he was rather serious.

Song Nuan panicked completely.

She plotted to kill him, but he only wanted to be her...

She dared not think any further. If he were to actually do that, a morally reprehensible ethical drama would be completely exposed to the public eye.

Putting aside the negative impact it caused, this was never part of her plan.

The unexpected turn of events completely disrupted her plans.

Leng Tingye looked into her eyes and asked, "So, are you willing?"

His sharp gaze left her nowhere to hide; she dared not look into his eyes for fear of being exposed.

She forced a weak smile. "Master Ye, you must be joking!"

She wanted to try to change this variable.

Upon hearing the answer, Leng Tingye's eyes darkened. "What if I wasn't joking with you?"

The smile froze on her cute face. She paused for a moment, then said, "You must be kidding me!"

Song Nuan avoided his gaze, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at his seductive eyes!

He lifted her chin with his fingers, forcefully making her meet his gaze. "Look into my eyes and say, will you marry me?"

Song Nuan's breath stopped; she didn't know how to answer!

"The opportunity is yours, the choice is yours!"

How could there be anything between them? That's impossible...