The next day, Su Li eyed the designer and his five or six assistants who showed up at the door, thinking to herself that the Wei Family really didn’t know the meaning of ‘low-key.’
Su Feng Ru had gone to the company early in the morning, while He Yinru hadn’t stepped out, feeling even more sour upon seeing the grand setup.
If it weren’t for knowing Chengfeng’s condition, would she have thought that becoming the Eldest Young Madam of the Wei Family would fall into her lap?
Su Li was stretched this way and that as they took her measurements.
After taking her measurements, they handed her an album of wedding dresses.
“Miss Su, here are some of the designs.
Take a look and see if you like any.
If you have any ideas of your own, you can also tell us, and we will fulfill all your requirements.”
Su Li flipped through the album, then said a bit sheepishly, “I think they are all beautiful.
I’m not great at choosing, maybe you could help me decide.”
The designer giggled, covering his mouth, lacking any masculine poise, “Yo, that’s something we really can’t do.
Why don’t you ask President Wei?”
Ask him?
Su Li secretly rolled her eyes, thinking, seeking his help?
She might as well choose randomly herself.
“He’s so busy, better not to disturb him.”
“You’re right, how about this?
We’ve brought a few sample wedding dresses today, why don’t you try them on?
You might find one that really satisfies you when you see it on yourself.”
“That sounds good, let’s give it a try.”
Su Li took them to her room, and after trying on several dresses, she found a deep V-neck hollow-out floor-length wedding dress quite appealing.
Despite being slightly sensual, it was really beautiful.
The designer was adept at reading expressions and seeing the look of satisfaction on Su Li’s face, he praised, “See, you said you couldn’t choose, but this piece is the latest model of the year, unique in the whole world.
Look, it’s really beautiful.”
Su Li lifted the hem of the dress slightly, her eyes sparkling as she asked, “You think it looks good too?”
“Yes, it looks very nice, it completely changes your aura.”
Su Li smacked her lips, glanced at the mirror while tilting her head, and after a few seconds of consideration, she made up her mind, “Then it’s settled on this one.”
The designer clapped his hands happily, “Great, we’ll try our best to hurry the rest of the accessories.
But you’re so slim, the size needs some more adjustments.”
“Alright, then please take care of it.”
“Oh, what are you saying?
It’s our honor that President Wei has entrusted us with this task.”
By the time they finished choosing the wedding dress, it was already noon.
Only Su Li and He Yinru were left at home, naturally, they had lunch together.
The two could hardly stand each other and naturally ignored each other.
After eating, Su Li went upstairs and continued writing her script on her computer.
It wasn’t until four o’clock in the afternoon that Su Li finished all the necessary revisions and sent them to the director after double-checking.
She stretched lazily, planning to take a nap, but then suddenly remembered she had things to discuss with Chengfeng, so she immediately changed her clothes and left the house.
Perhaps because she was in such a hurry, it wasn’t until she got into the car that she realized—her top was fine, her pants were fine, but her shoes…
she was still wearing the flip-flops she wore around the house…
Su Li looked down at her toes, blinked, then looked up and nonchalantly said to the driver in front, “Driver, to Prosperous Group, please.”