With the wedding date approaching, Luo Wei temporarily stopped helping at the store. Su Yuxin declared, “You don’t need to show up at the store anymore; I want you to be the most beautiful bride in the world.”
Thus, Luo Wei set aside her work and wholeheartedly focused on planning the wedding, participating in every detail. This was especially meaningful for her.
One noon, Luo Wei eagerly awaited something she had long anticipated.
The photographer delivered the wedding dress photos. When she looked at them, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she thought, “Oh my, I didn’t realize we had taken so many shots!”
Looking at the mountain of frames and albums piled up in the living room, she felt a slight headache. The photographer, however, smiled and said, “According to Mr. Mo’s instructions, all the photos, whether they turned out beautifully or not, have been developed. Mrs. Mo, are you satisfied?”
Luo Wei nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed, as the photographer said a few more words and then left.
Little Yueyi had just learned to walk, bouncing over to Luo Wei and hugging her leg, mumbling, “Mommy, eat eat.”
Luo Wei looked down and smiled gently as the little one offered her a lollipop. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she said softly.
At that moment, Wang Ma came down from upstairs and noticed the items scattered on the floor. She exclaimed, “Wow, so many wedding dress photos! They’re beautifully taken! Weiwei and the Young Master really make a perfect couple.”
Luo Wei chuckled lightly and glanced at a large frame, deep in thought. Looking at it, it really did seem like they were a match made in heaven.
Then, feeling a headache coming on, she grabbed a wedding photo. In it, she wore a radiant smile while Mo Huai gazed at her affectionately, looking dashing.
The couple in the photo looked like a talented pair, perfectly matched.
Just then, Mo Huai returned home from work, pushing the door open. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing the three people in the living room, a cheerful expression on his face as he asked, “Did you bring it?”
“Mm-hmm,” Luo Wei replied.
“Darling, where do you think we should put these?”
Mo Huai affectionately tapped her head and replied gently, “The wedding photos should definitely go in our room.”
Luo Wei shook her head vigorously. With over thirty frames and more than fifty albums, how could they possibly fit in the bedroom?
Mo Huai thought for a moment and said, “Weiwei, you can decide. I’ll go with your choice.”
Luo Wei pouted, thinking for a few seconds before saying, “Let’s put them in the guest room.”
“The guest room?”
The man’s voice was questioning, and he seemed a bit displeased.
“Mm-hmm.”
Mo Huai: “…”
What else could he do but pamper his woman?
So he replied, “Alright, I’ll listen to my wife.”
At the Zhu family’s old residence.
Zhu Leiting held a red invitation card, his face beaming with joy as a kind smile appeared on his lips. “Weiwei, you’re truly a good child.”
A tall bodyguard beside him chimed in, “Miss Luo clearly has the fate of a young mistress. She has a good character, is beautiful, and with Mr. Mo pampering her so much, she’s truly very happy.”
“Yes, indeed. Weiwei has had a tough life since she was young. Now that she’s finally enjoying happiness, she deserves it all,” Zhu Leiting responded.
Getting emotional, his eyes welled up for a moment before he quickly suppressed his complex emotions, rubbing the names on the invitation from Luo Wei and Mo Huai with his fingers.
His expression was somewhat complicated. “Weiwei invited me to be her witness. I absolutely cannot let her down; I must prepare well.”
The bodyguard chuckled, nodding, “Sir, you’re being modest. Your attendance will surely create a stir; many people can’t even hope to match your reputation.”
“Flattering too much,” Zhu Leiting shot a glance at the bodyguard behind him, coldly saying.
The bodyguard immediately fell silent, making a zipper gesture at his mouth.
“Dad.”
Zhu Leiting looked up to see Zhu Shulan approaching and nodded in acknowledgment.
“What are you talking about?” Zhu Shulan asked curiously. She had been chatting with He Wanling during their walks, and her mood had improved somewhat.
“Nothing…”
“Miss Luo sent a wedding invitation.”
Zhu Leiting’s voice was drowned out by the bodyguard, and he glared at him, his gaze fierce.
Realizing he had misspoken, the bodyguard quickly shut his mouth, sweat beading on his forehead.
“An invitation?” Zhu Shulan furrowed her brows, her expression serious.
After a long pause, Zhu Leiting raised the red invitation in his hand, “It only has my name written on it; there’s no mention of you.”
Zhu Leiting’s expression was slightly smug. Zhu Shulan stared blankly for a moment before regaining her composure, feeling dejected. “Weiwei is hosting a wedding; how could her maternal family not be present? I…”
A deep, cold voice interrupted, “I’m Weiwei’s grandfather, not part of the maternal family?”
Zhu Shulan stiffened, unsure of how to respond.
He Wanling approached with shopping bags in hand. Seeing Zhu Shulan, she called out, “Sister.”
As He Wanling came closer, she paused, hesitating for a moment before saying, “Dad.”
She thought to herself, are these two having another argument?
The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold, and a wave of chill swept in.
Feeling the tension, He Wanling quickly tried to ease the mood, “Sister, I bought you a few pieces of clothing. Why don’t you take a look and see if they fit? Shall we go try them on in our room?”
Zhu Shulan remained silent, her gaze vacant, her mood heavy.
“Dad, shouldn’t you be off playing chess with friends now?” He Wanling asked.
“Friends are busy today,” Zhu Leiting replied coldly, instructing the bodyguard to help him back to his room to rest.
The room was left with just the two of them, silent as the grave. He Wanling approached Zhu Shulan and softly asked, “Sister, did you and Dad argue again?”
“No,” Zhu Shulan shook her head.
“Then why do both of you look so upset? What happened?”
After a moment, Zhu Shulan’s voice choked as she spoke, “Weiwei is hosting a wedding and didn’t invite me; she only invited Dad.”
He Wanling clicked her tongue, looking puzzled. “What… about you?”
Zhu Shulan chuckled bitterly, feeling sour inside. “Weiwei has never forgiven me; I…”
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and two crystal droplets fell from the corners, plopping onto the floor.
He Wanling sighed deeply, feeling sorry. “Sister, take it slow; with our dad supporting Weiwei, at least someone will be there for her wedding.”
“Mm-hmm.” Zhu Shulan responded weakly.
He Wanling quietly sighed to herself, surprised by how deeply Weiwei resented her mother. Zhu Shulan lived in guilt every day, yet Weiwei didn’t give her a single chance.
She had heard that before Zhu Shulan realized Luo Wei was her biological daughter, she had frequently abused and subjected her to emotional neglect. With Luo Qianqian’s death, Zhu Shulan’s guilt had come crashing down.
“Sister, it’ll be alright; you still have us,” He Wanling gently consoled, staying quietly with her.
“Mm-hmm.” Zhu Shulan managed a faint smile. “Wanling, thank you for being with me these days. If it weren’t for you, I really wouldn’t want to go on living. Thank you.”
“Please don’t say that. When I first got married and felt isolated, you welcomed me, guided me, and gave me great courage.”
As they spoke, the two exchanged smiles, and the clouds overhead began to disperse.
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