The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 333 - 332: Planning a Wedding_1

Chapter 333: Chapter 332: Planning a Wedding_1

Ye Ranran was disheveled, with temptress eyes and unsteady breath.

She glared at Jun Mochan, but in her current state, she seemed more like she was pretending to be angry.

"We’ll continue at home. For now, let’s go and communicate with the planning team. We’ll try on clothes in the afternoon. We need to take wedding photos tomorrow," Jun Mochan said, ruffling her hair.

Ye Ranran: "..." Why was she the one left unsatisfied?

"As for Han Yan, let’s deal with her once this drama has aired," Jun Mochan stated, a cold smirk on his face hinting at some hidden thought.

Not dealing with it now was due to the nearing end of the drama shoot. Replacing the female lead now was not realistic. This show was bound to be popular.

The higher she climbed, the harder she would fall.

"Right, I’ll listen to you." Ye Ranran replied, trusting him with her all.

Her sincere gaze made him a little unable to face her. He wanted to say something, but instead just squeezed her hand more tightly.

He’ll tell her everything after the wedding. The wedding, despite the planning team, was still an incredibly busy affair.

"Madam, please have a look at the style of the wedding pastries."

"We’ve selected all the venues already. Here are the ones Young Master Jun has chosen. You may have a look first, madam, and select again if you’re not satisfied."

"For the dishes, could you give a rough idea of the requirements? We’ll discuss specifics when we have the guest list, is that okay, madam?"

...

Although Ye Ranran had been cursing to herself dozens of times, she maintained a polite smile on her face, the aura around her quiet and cultured.

The planning team was impressed, as she hadn’t interrupted them even once and patiently listened throughout their presentations.

Not even a hint of impatience showed on her face.

It was a sight to behold, as most other brides would have been frustrated with all the preparation intricacies.

Ye Ranran first picked up a sample of the wedding pastry.

"Neither of us are particularly picky people, so I don’t have any special requests for the pastries. Something simple and traditional would do, like this one here. What do you think?" Ye Ranran held up a style.

Jun Mochan glanced at it: a golden round pastry, not particularly distinctive, but he couldn’t find any flaw.

"It’s quite nice."

"In addition to pastries, put some chocolates in the gift boxes as well. As for the venue, I don’t want it to be outdoors or in a church. Let’s just use the hotel."

The previous wedding was in a church. All those vows, witnessed by God, turned out to be lies.

Entering one again might trigger her trauma.

"By that time, I’ll clear out the Zhuda Hotel and host 999 tables," Jun Mochan said pensively.

It took until evening to finalize most of the wedding details.

After dinner, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan went to select the dresses for the photoshoot.

There were hundreds of dresses, both Chinese-style and Western-style.

"We’re short on time, let’s select about ten for now. We only have one day for the wedding photoshoot. Ten is probably too many," she commented.

Jun Mochan looked a bit guilty: "I’m sorry, we’ll have another photoshoot another time."

Ye Ranran didn’t mind: "A few wedding photos are good enough. We don’t need many."

She didn’t know why he was in such a hurry. If he didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t ask.

The wedding photos were taken by the lake. To avoid disturbance, the lake would be closed that day, and Jun Mochan had invited three hundred bodyguards to stand guard on the perimeter.

Such a large-scale event had attracted a lot of attention. The major media, awed by Jun Mochan’s authority, didn’t dare to come without permission.

But the tourists and common citizens were not afraid. They took out their mobile phones and took photos from a distance.