Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 147: Hiding the Wedding Shoes

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Hiding the Wedding Shoes

Last night, Chen Ningxi returned to her parents’ place past ten o’clock. In Danjiang, weddings usually start early; the makeup artist arrived at her home while it was still dark at around three. Chen Ningxi sat in front of the makeup table, yawning, when Ye Yujun came over with a coffee. She took a quick sip of the coffee, handed it back to Ye Yujun, and said,

"Mom, make sure Dad puts on the suit I prepared for him."

Ye Yujun replied, "He’s already wearing it."

Chen Ningxi changed into her wedding dress and just as she walked to the mirror, Ye Yujun came to her side. Looking at her beautiful daughter in the mirror, her eyes were full of smiles as she praised and meticulously helped adjust the details of the dress’s hem.

"Such a beautiful bride."

Chen Ningxi had short hair, and the makeup artist had styled it simply and elegantly according to her features, with a slightly fluffy wave. A layered veil, secured with a pearl hairpin near her ear, completed the look. It was a stark contrast to her usual professional demeanor, making her a bit of an adorable young woman today.

Ye Yujun said to Chen Ningxi, "You sit here for a bit, and I’ll get the makeup artist a bowl of porridge. She’ll be busy for quite a while today, and we don’t want her to get hungry."

"You go ahead, Mom." Chen Ningxi looked at her reflection in the wedding dress and felt a sense of unreality.

"Ning Xi."

"!"

Her thoughts were interrupted as she slowly turned to see the person come in. His face still carried a dignified and righteous aura, making people feel a sense of authority unconsciously.

Chen Weichuan, seeing her standing straight, gestured for her to sit down.

"It’s still early, sit down and rest for a while."

Just as Chen Ningxi was about to move the chair at the makeup table, Chen Weichuan picked one up and placed it opposite the foot of the bed. He sat down first, then she did.

Chen Weichuan didn’t speak immediately, studying her with a loving gaze, and nodded, "Time flies, my daughter is getting married in the blink of an eye."

Chen Ningxi’s lips moved. She seldom chatted with her father and often just reported things like work-from-superior-to-subordinate.

"... I’ll visit you and Mom often even after I’m married."

Chen Weichuan said, "You’ve had enough of people teaching you, so I won’t preach anymore today."

"No," Chen Ningxi was about to get up when Chen Weichuan pressed her down with an uplifted hand, "You’re not far from home, if you don’t like cooking, come home for a meal. If there’s anything, give us a call. Mom and Dad will always have your back."

Hearing soft words from a usually strict father was deeply moving.

As she stared in stupefaction, Chen Weichuan added, "No matter how big his company gets, Dad won’t allow you to be wronged."

"There’s no need, Dad. He treats me very well." Chen Ningxi smiled gently.

"I heard from your mom that Cheng is good to you, but as for Cheng Xiangheng, we’ve dealt with him before, and it wasn’t the best experience. Dad worries he might treat you poorly."

Before he finished, Chen Ningxi interjected, "With Qiao Bei around, no one will bully me."

Chen Weichuan paused, then said, "His family is rather complicated, so be more understanding of him."

Chen Ningxi said, "I know, his work is quite stressful, and I’ve never had excessive material demands."

"That’s wrong." Chen Weichuan corrected her, "Your thinking is off. With the work and position he has now, tired or not isn’t due to marrying you. Would he be any less tired if he didn’t marry you? Are you going to carry this burden right after getting married and live in guilt all your life? Remember, don’t see it that way. Dad wants you to understand the complexity within his family and never say things that harm his or your mother-in-law’s dignity."

"I won’t." Chen Ningxi replied.

Chen Weichuan glanced at his watch, "I’ll go help your mom entertain some relatives."

As soon as he left, Liang Lei came in from the living room, closed the door, and joked,

"Today’s wedding shoes, you just wait and see how well I hide them."

"Don’t make it too difficult; I still want to get married." Chen Ningxi laughed.

Liang Lei searched around and said, "Difficult or not, the house isn’t that big; there can’t be too much difficulty. If they can’t find them, it’s the groomsmen’s fault."

Chen Ningxi watched Liang Lei look around, helping her hide the shoes inside the favorite stuffed toy, unzipping the back of the half-human-tall toy, where they fit perfectly. But just after placing them in, Liang Lei shook her head and said,

"No, Lin Hanrui will surely find it here."

"... Can you even guess that?"

Liang Lei’s gaze then turned to the trash can, pondering, "This spot won’t work either. His eyes are like a hawk; he’s bound to find them."

After trying several spots, they eventually hid the wedding shoes in a bag, tied with a string outside the window.

Chen Ningxi rubbed her forehead and smiled bitterly, "Liang Lei, you really don’t want me to get married."

For all the previous spots, there truly was quite a level of difficulty.

From beyond the door, they heard a commotion. Liang Lei leaned against the door, "They’re here, get ready."

Chen Ningxi said, "You better be ready; you’re the one blocking the door today."

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this door is strongly secured." Liang Lei took two rolled-up papers out of her bag and gave Chen Ningxi a meaningful look, smiling with satisfaction. Chen Ningxi asked, "What?"

Liang Lei said, "IELTS listening and name-that-song."

Chen Ningxi was exasperated, "You really don’t want me to get married, do you? Please lower the difficulty."

Liang Lei said, "This difficulty is already low; you better not think of cheating. Besides, I’m the bridesmaid today; you just do your part as the beautiful bride."

Knock knock knock, the door sounded behind them.

Liang Lei giggled and asked, "Who is it?"

Cheng Qiaobei called through the door, "It’s me."

Liang Lei: "Who are you?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "Chen Ningxi’s husband."

Liang Lei covered her mouth with laughter, "Oh... and what do you want?"

Cheng Qiaobei smiled, "Come to pick up my wife."

Liang Lei asked again, "And who’s your wife?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "Chen Ningxi."

"That’s not right," Liang Lei couldn’t hold back a laugh, "Last time, I overheard something different."

Cheng Qiaobei got her meaning and cleared his throat, "Here to pick up my baby."

This made everyone in the room burst into laughter. Lin Hanrui rubbed his arms, "No way, you... did it... hahaha..."

Not waiting for more inside questions, Lin Hanrui pushed, "Liang Lei, open the door; I can’t take his sappiness."

The people in the living room roared with laughter once again.

Liang Lei said, "I’ll open the door, but is the groom ready for a challenge?"

Cheng Qiaobei: "I’m ready."

"Alright, I’m opening the door, but don’t push." Liang Lei slowly opened the door and handed out a paper to each, and Lin Hanrui, confused, unfolded his, "What’s this?"

Cheng Qiaobei glanced at it and understood, "IELTS listening."

Hearing this, Lin Hanrui held his head, feeling deflated, "No way, you said it was a challenge. How did it become a test? I hate tests."

Liang Lei said, "You can forfeit if you don’t participate, but if he’s eliminated and can’t come in, you’re responsible."

Cheng Qiaobei handed Lin Hanrui a pen, "My happiness depends on you, buddy."

Lin Hanrui said with a wry smile, "Did you forget that your grades are better than mine? Counting on me, what were you thinking?"

"Let’s start." Liang Lei read the first question in perfect English, followed by five consecutive questions, then played a piece of music, saying, "Now it’s name-that-song. Listen carefully."

The phone played a song, "Jiumei, Jiumei, beautiful sister, beautiful sister, Jiumei, Jiumei, rosy bud, rosy bud, Jiumei, Jiumei, lovely sister, lovely sister, Jiumei, Jiumei, sweetheart Jiumei."

Liang Lei turned off the phone, and Lin Hanrui grinned, "I know who sings this song."

He just began writing the name on the paper when Liang Lei said, "Please state how many times the phrase ’Jiumei’ appears in the song."

The pen in Lin Hanrui’s hand nearly snapped, "... Oh, crap."

"... " Cheng Qiaobei blinked, a first for a mental blank.

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