Chapter 75: Last Piece
Translator: _Min_
Jiang Yue took a moment to process what Song Ling had said, clearly not expecting him to refer to her as his wife already. After she recovered from her surprise, she shyly responded, “We’re not married yet!”
Song Ling smiled warmly and assured her, “We’ll be married next month. It’s happening soon.”
The shop assistant, overhearing their exchange, appropriately chuckled along and offered a congenial remark, “Mr. and Ms., your love is truly beautiful.”
A light shade of red crept into Jiang Yue’s cheeks, and, embarrassed, she stomped her foot, playfully directing the shop assistant towards the wedding dress section, “Hurry, let’s go look at the wedding dresses.”
Jiang Yue’s eyes widened as she surveyed the extensive collection of wedding dresses, her face lighting up with astonishment. In no time at all, she picked out no less than ten dresses, eagerly trying on each one and soliciting Song Ling’s opinion.
Finally, she emerged wearing the last one.
Adorned in a mermaid wedding dress, her eyes sparkling with excitement, Jiang Yue turned to Song Ling, seeking his thoughts, “Brother Song Ling, 1 feel that this one looks better than the others. What do you think?”
Song Ling looked up from his distracted thoughts, not fully comprehending the difference between these pristine white wedding dresses. To him, they all looked alike, but he still nodded approvingly and said, “It’s beautiful.”
Jiang Yue frowned, sensing his indifference, and accused him, “You’re just humoring me!”
With earnest conviction, she then explained, “Do you know? For girls, the day we get married is a day filled with anticipation, because we will walk towards the person we love most in the presence of our loved ones. The wedding dress is worn only on that day, so I must choose the most beautiful one…”
Her words trailed off, becoming a distant murmur in Song Ling’s ears as he was lost in thought.
Is the wedding day truly a girl’s most anticipated day?
Did Gu Dai also look forward to it?
But three years ago…The memory of that day, when he had run away from his wedding with Gu Dai, returned to him. He ran away that day, and only returned to the hall late into the night, with only grandpa and Gu Dai.
They had ended up marrying in a nearly empty hall, with only his grandpa as a witness.
Gu Dai looked beautiful in the wedding dress.
Her black, silky hair, along with her fine and delicate skin contrasted the white wedding dress. The beautiful smile on her face brightened the dark night.
Except that when they returned to their room, he coldly ordered her to take off her wedding dress, and said in a disapproving tone, “This is hideous.”
At that time, Gu Dai’s eyes, which seemed to hold stars within them, dimmed in an instant. Even so, she said nothing, merely quietly changing her clothes without any complaint or bitterness.
As these thoughts played in his mind, his face turned grim, his heart uneasy.
Jiang Yue noticed Song Ling’s distraction, her face falling. Was it because she wasn’t pretty enough?
No, that couldn’t be!
It must be the dress’s fault!
Frustration evident in her voice, she looked angrily at the shop assistant and demanded, “Is this the best wedding dress in your shop? I think it’s just mediocre!”
Taken aback by her fury, the shop assistant stammered, as it was difficult for her to believe that despite her good look, her face seemed to twist because of anger, “We have one masterpiece in our shop, Master Gu.D’s last piece of work. Would you like to try it?”
Jiang Yue’s glare didn’t waver, “Since there’s a masterpiece, why didn’t you bring it out at the beginning? Go fetch it now!”
When Song Ling’s attention returned to the present, he found that Jiang Yue had disappeared. He approached the shop assistant, inquiring, “Have you seen Miss Jiang, who was trying on wedding dresses just now?”
“Miss Jiang is trying on a new wedding dress in the fitting room,” the shop assistant responded.
Song Ling thanked her.
The shop assistant listened to the polite response from Song Ling, and was confused about what he saw in Jiang Yue’s unrefined manner.
After a short wait, the fitting room door opened, and Jiang Yue emerged.
When Song Ling turned around, and his gaze landed on the wedding dress on her, he froze in place. The dress she wore was unlike any he had seen before.
Pleased by Song Ling’s astonished expression, Jiang Yue approached him, her voice soft, “Is it beautiful?”
He nodded, genuinely moved, “Beautiful, very beautiful.”
Jiang Yue’s satisfaction was palpable, but a slight discomfort betrayed her. The dress was too small, so tight that she had to breathe cautiously.
“Do you have this dress in a larger size?” she asked..