It was only a matter of time before she left the Qing family!
Qing Muchen had people prepare so many wedding dresses that the whole room was as big as a studio. No matter which direction you looked, you could see everything in your field of vision: snow-white.
Qing Muchen glanced at the wedding dresses several times, picked out the one he liked, and tried it out in front of Xixi.
He didn't know Mo Xi'er's measurements, nor what style she was suitable for. In fact, subconsciously, when Qing Muchen asked people to prepare these, all the marks he drew in his mind were Xixi's.
She was the one who walked around in front of him every day and kept hovering in his field of vision. She was preparing everything related to the bride. Qing Muchen naturally brought Xixi in.
He didn't understand everything about Mo Xi'er, but he had seen, touched, and even measured Xixi, and he was so familiar with it.
The wedding dress he prepared was just a random piece he took out and tried it on Xixi. The size, length, and style all fit surprisingly well.
Qing Muchen seemed very satisfied. He used Xixi as a mannequin and compared other dresses one by one in front of her.
All fit!
Every piece seemed tailor-made just for her.
Xixi expressionlessly let him do what he wanted. After trying on all the dresses, she suddenly said, "Is it appropriate for other women to try on their future wife's wedding dress?"
"So what?" He said in a nonchalant tone, as if he didn't mind this kind of thing at all.
Xixi's heart felt as if a bucket of ice had been poured on it, and it suddenly felt cold.
Is this his attitude towards this marriage
They treat wedding dresses like this because the person wearing the wedding dress doesn't care at all, right
Xixi's face seemed to change slightly.
Qing Muchen noticed it, but couldn't figure out the reason.
He could never figure out a woman's thoughts.
Without paying much attention, he called the stylist and started asking people to style Xixi again.
From the beginning to the end, he treated her like a doll, manipulating her however he wanted and tossing her however he wanted.
Xixi stiffly allowed the stylist's movements and didn't say a word at first.
After the styling was finalized, the stylist exited and turned to Qing Muchen behind her. Her face was a little serious, "If Mo Xi'er is never found, how will the wedding preparations end?"
"It doesn't matter. If you don't succeed this time, just continue next time." Qing Muchen didn't seem to mind this kind of problem at all. If he didn't succeed, he would try again. Sooner or later, she would come back, and sooner or later the wedding would be held smoothly!
Xixi's expression froze again.
Has he convinced the other party
Qing Muchen didn't even look at her face. He walked around the room and checked other wedding-related things in the room.
Xixi stared at his back calmly and moved her lips. Just as he was about to walk out of the room, her voice suddenly sounded again, "Have you ever thought that the other party never showed up, maybe it was just a simple resistance?" This marriage?”
Her voice was raised high, as if she was afraid he wouldn't hear her.
Qing Muchen's body froze with his back to her, and he stopped walking.
"No girl would like a marriage like this!" Xixi stood up, "I don't know what my husband looks like, what kind of person he is, and I don't know if he will love me. I'm not sure about the whole marriage from start to finish. Wei doesn’t have any decision-making power yet!”