Wasn’t it him who had been ruining her reputation all over the capital?
How dare he claim he never bullied her!
Yin Huan gritted her teeth and signed the document.
Ah!
She was truly caught between a rock and a hard place now.
When you accept favors, you lose your voice; when you take gifts, your hands grow soft. This arranged marriage was nothing but a trap, yet she had no choice but to jump in.
“Dad, Mom, Uncle, Aunt, please continue chatting. I’ll take Huanhuan to try on her wedding dress,” Bo Xun said, taking her hand as he stood up. “We won’t be back for lunch.”
The moment they stepped outside, Yin Huan shook off Bo Xun’s hand.
The sunlight outside was blazing, making Bo Xun squint. He leaned his handsome face close to hers with a mischievous grin. “Giving you betrothal gifts and you’re still angry? I’m much more generous than your measly five-twenty!”
“You’re too generous! Why give me so much? Even if your parents insisted, you could have stopped them,” Yin Huan said, genuinely puzzled.
Feeling irritated, she turned her head away to avoid his proximity.
“They’re afraid you’ll abandon me~” Bo Xun chuckled wickedly. “I gave you so much to make you feel secure, not to give you an opportunity for divorce.”
After finally managing to marry her, even if he had to treat her like an ancestor, he would do so for a lifetime.
Yin Huan was his future wife.
As the only cherished daughter of the Yin family, raised in luxury and pampered by the whole family, if he didn’t give her plenty, how could he have the face to marry her?
“Isn’t it normal to abandon you? With your character and personality,” Yin Huan retorted, shooting him a sidelong glance before proudly getting into the car.
It had been a long, long time since she last shared a car with Bo Xun.
Probably six or seven years.
Suddenly sitting in his car, Yin Huan instinctively moved away from him.
But he deliberately sat in the middle, legs spread, his knees slowly and leisurely pressing against hers.
The moment they touched, it felt as if a faint electric current passed between them, straight to their hearts.
Yin Huan pressed her legs together and leaned toward the car door, avoiding his touch.
Bo Xun wished he could just drape his legs over her. Did she really hate him that much?
She used to be so sweet and gentle, calling him “Brother Xun” in that soft, soft voice.
Bo Xun changed his posture, crossing his legs and leaning back lazily. “We’re getting married in a few days, little Huanhuan. You need to get used to my touch. Otherwise, how are we going to have a married life? They say online that the best way to maintain a marital relationship is through a happy sex life.”
Yin Huan frowned. “We have no feelings. There’s nothing to maintain.”
Bo Xun’s gaze fell on her beautiful profile. “The Young Mistress is right. Then the best way to enhance marital feelings is through more married life.”
Yin Huan: “…”
Did he write that online entry himself?
Changing it so casually.
Yin Huan raised her hand and pressed it against his face, pushing him back. “You’re right. I don’t care how many female companions you had before. After we’re married, cut them all off. Stay clean, or don’t even think about stepping into my bed!”
“Then your bed is definitely mine. You’re my only female companion!” Bo Xun laughed, his expression both wicked and shameless, as he tried to turn his head and kiss her palm.
Yin Huan’s hand smelled fragrant.
Yin Huan instinctively flinched, about to withdraw her hand, but Bo Xun grabbed her fair, delicate wrist.
“What are you doing? Let go.”
“No. What’s wrong with holding my fiancée’s hand?” Bo Xun stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “So tender.”
“Pervert!”
Yin Huan was furious.
What were her parents thinking? Of all people, why did they have to choose this shameless Bo Xun!
If he didn’t act shameless for a day, he’d feel uncomfortable all over.
She didn’t need to think hard to know that, aside from the two families being close, this was undoubtedly a win-win business marriage.
Bo Xun grinned mischievously. “Afraid you’re not used to my touch, so I’m helping you adjust in advance. How is that perverted? If you’re not convinced, you can touch me back!”
Yin Huan looked at the fair, slender hand in front of her, with distinct knuckles and neatly trimmed, rounded nails.
His fingers twitched slightly, like a little puppy rolling on the ground begging for its owner’s affection.
Yin Huan had no interest and turned her head away, ignoring him.
Bo Xun sighed. She was so indifferent now, but these hands would bring her happiness in the future—touching her, holding her, embracing her, making her unable to resist, entangled with her endlessly.
Hehe~
As soon as they entered the bridal shop, the manager came over personally to assist them.
Bo Xun had prepared five wedding dresses for her. Her measurements had been obtained in advance from Mother Yin.
Yin Huan followed the staff to change into the dresses.
Each wedding dress was a high-end limited edition designed by internationally top designers, one-of-a-kind in the world.
No girl dislikes a beautiful wedding dress, but not every girl is willing to step into marriage.
Yin Huan picked one wedding dress and went to change.
Bo Xun sat on the sofa outside, sipping coffee.
Although his parents had taught him since childhood to wait patiently no matter how long a girl took to get ready, he felt restless and impatient.
He was too eager to see Yin Huan in a wedding dress.
Bo Xun couldn’t sit still anymore. He stood up and began pacing back and forth.
He made the staff around him dizzy with his movements.
“Young Master Bo, everything is ready inside.”
Bo Xun dashed to the opposite sofa in one swift move, casually crossed his legs, picked up his coffee, and looked up as if by chance.
The anxious, restless man from moments ago seemed like someone else entirely.
Manager: !!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ
He ran so fast!
His stamina must be great. Young Mistress Yin is truly fortunate!
The heavy curtains on both sides drew back, white lights shining on Yin Huan. Dressed in a white off-the-shoulder wedding gown, she stood gracefully on the circular platform, her beautiful, radiant face expressionless.
Suddenly, music started playing beside them. Yin Huan turned to look—someone was actually playing the piano nearby. This bridal shop really knew how to set the mood.
She was just trying on a wedding dress, not having a wedding ceremony.
That scoundrel Bo Xun leaned leisurely on the sofa drinking coffee, looking completely detached.
Right, a wedding!
The groom is just a tool.
“It’s okay, barely fits,” Yin Huan said and prepared to go change.
Bo Xun set down his coffee cup and strode over. “Little Huanhuan, why the hurry? Your fiancé hasn’t even had a proper look.”
He had always known Yin Huan had a beautiful appearance, but now, dressed in a pure white diamond-studded wedding gown, she shimmered under the lights, her posture as proud as a bright flamingo.
Yin Huan stood confidently, letting him look. “With a face this pretty and a figure this perfect, I look stunning in anything. A wedding dress? I can pull it off effortlessly.”
Yin Huan was indeed captivating. Even though the Capital Circle spread rumors about her being spoiled and hard to please, she still had many admirers.
As Bo Xun circled around her, Yin Huan felt like an exhibit, with Bo Xun as the frivolous young noble ready to spend a fortune to buy her home.
“Seen enough?”
“Not at all!” Bo Xun suddenly stepped onto the platform. “The Young Mistress is so beautiful, I could never get enough of looking at her in a lifetime.”
He moved closer to Yin Huan, and accidentally, his shiny black leather shoe stepped on the hem of her wedding dress.
Yin Huan stumbled, leaning toward Bo Xun.