Walking out of the mall, Chi Xiaoyu couldn't resist teasing Yeh Cangqiong, "Hey, Yeh Cangqiong, that's your fiancée, you know. Being so harsh to her, you might just break her little heart!"
Yeh Cangqiong grabbed Chi Xiaoyu's hand forcefully and yanked her into his arms, "Shut your mouth! Keep talking nonsense, and I'll deal with you properly tonight!"
"Hmph, I dare you! I mean, you're getting married soon, and you still treat me like this? You really have no heart!"
"Enough! You agreed to this in the first place!" Yeh Cangqiong glared at her.
They walked a few more steps, and Chi Xiaoyu looked up at the sky.
"Tell me, what should I wear to your wedding in a couple of days? If I dress too poorly, will people think I'm disrespecting you? If I dress too beautifully, will they think I'm stealing the bride's spotlight?" Chi Xiaoyu asked with a mock-serious tone of feigned confusion.
Yeh Cangqiong flicked her forehead with his fingers.
"Wear whatever you want, or nothing at all!"
