Wen Yuan was utterly bewildered.
Ninety-nine chests—it took her a moment to confirm she hadn’t misheard. After Qiu Lening’s exclamation, she seemed to realize she had gotten a bit too excited.
She quietly moved from the balcony to her bedroom.
Only after closing the windows and turning on the air conditioning did she continue chatting with Wen Yuan.
On the other end, Wen Yuan clearly had no idea about this matter and seemed even more shocked than Qiu Lening, who was merely an observer.
Qiu Lening gave Wen Yuan a thumbs-up: “Yuan Yuan, I have to say, your husband is truly generous!”
Then, Qiu Lening vividly described the scene when the betrothal gifts arrived at the Wen family villa:
“Two rows of tall, long-legged, handsome men in black suits, each over six feet tall, carried those rosewood chests inside. They even laid out a red carpet—even the cats and dogs passing by stopped to take a look.”
Many people in their villa area kept pets, so Wen Yuan knew Qiu Lening was describing the scene seriously.
Still, she couldn’t help but laugh at Qiu Lening’s description.
She covered her mouth, imagining the scene. It was a bit comical, but more than anything, it was astonishing.
“And then?” Wen Yuan asked. The scene probably wasn’t that amusing on its own.
But with Qiu Lening’s description hitting her funny bone, she couldn’t help but feel curious.
Qiu Lening replied, “Then, oh, then your husband didn’t show up for some reason. A handsome man in black knocked on your door, and Aunt Song answered.”
Wen Yuan nodded, then instinctively asked, “Did my mom mistake that person for Huo Shengye?”
Mrs. Song Huiyue was slightly face-blind and firmly believed that the photos on encyclopedias, TV, and news reports were all heavily edited—that people in real life definitely didn’t look like that.
So, even though Huo Shengye was famous, even if he stood right in front of Song Huiyue, she might not recognize him as himself, and vice versa.
Qiu Lening said, “Yes, Aunt Song thought he was Huo Shengye, but the man quickly clarified, saying something about your husband having some business to attend to? He told Aunt Song he’d arrive later, but he still hasn’t shown up yet.”
Wen Yuan naturally understood why Huo Shengye hadn’t arrived at her home yet.
And once she realized, Wen Yuan felt a bit shy. So… Huo Shengye could have gone earlier.
But he insisted on waiting to have breakfast with her.
Really…
No, wait. She hadn’t forgotten about last night’s incident.
The matter of her underwear size—Huo Shengye was a total pervert.
She couldn’t let his wealth sway her, Wen Yuan thought. Huo Shengye hadn’t passed her “inspection” standards yet.
She couldn’t let herself fall for him now. After all, chaebols had plenty of money. Did giving money really prove he was good to her?
They were never short of money.
Wen Yuan felt she needed to stay clear-headed. Having just been betrayed, she didn’t want to suffer another heartbreak.
Just as she was thinking this, Qiu Lening suddenly exclaimed, “Yuan Bao! Your husband seems to be here! I heard some commotion. Hold on, I’ll take a photo for you!”
As Qiu Lening spoke, the screen on her end shook wildly. Wen Yuan could hear Qiu Lening’s footsteps.
She wanted to say she wasn’t that eager to see Huo Shengye.
After all, she had just seen him and shared breakfast with him.
But on Qiu Lening’s end, Huo Shengye’s usual car had already appeared.
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The car door opened, and Huo Shengye stepped out. The phone camera captured a slightly blurry image, but the aura of an elegant and noble young master was still overwhelmingly strong, almost palpable.
Such a Huo Shengye made Wen Yuan’s heart beat a little faster.
A cold, reserved, and still young tycoon—was he really going to become her husband?
She had never dared to imagine it before, and even now, she still couldn’t quite believe it.
But.
It seemed that whether she was willing or not, this man, Huo Shengye, was truly going to marry her and bring her home.
With a grand procession, a lavish dowry stretching for miles, a dowry worth billions, and a proper, ceremonious wedding.