The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 348 - 347: The Wedding Dress He Made Himself_1

Chapter 348: Chapter 347: The Wedding Dress He Made Himself_1

"Okay, I’ll head over right now."

Ye Ranran picked up the disc from the sofa, looking apologetically at Luo Qi, "I’m sorry, I have to leave."

"I know you’re a busy person, so I won’t keep you any longer."

After saying goodbye to Luo Qi, Ye Ranran headed straight for Hua Can.

She originally thought that there was another issue with the film crew, but it wasn’t. It turned out that the company was planning to shoot another ancient drama, and she was again in charge of the costumes.

"The company has more designers than just me, and the costumes for ancient dramas are even more meticulous than those for modern dramas. They’re making me responsible for all of them?" Ye Ranran couldn’t quite believe it.

"Yes, you’re responsible for all of them. Like last time, you can choose an assistant, and the work assigned to that assistant is up to you."

The upper management clearly wants to promote Ye Ranran, giving her all the major dramas.

"Let’s go with Luo Qi then. Have the actors been decided?"

"The male lead is still Che Hao, and the female lead is still undecided. Here’s the script. You can take a look." The manager handed the script over to Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran accepted, "Okay, I’ll read the script first, then communicate with the cast."

"Alright, work hard."

After leaving the manager’s office, Ye Ranran directly rushed to the police station, Xu Zi had already left, but she had left her things there.

After picking up the things, she checked them and ensuring that nothing was missing, Ye Ranran also left.

Xu Zi cared about her appearance and liked to play the grandeur, so she was certain that Xu Zi wouldn’t tell Huo Yi about this.

Thinking of the dark and smelly face Xu Zi had in the car, Ye Ranran left the police station with a cheerful mood.

Just as she returned to the villa, it started to rain outside, and both Huo Yi’s parents and Huo Yi himself had gone out.

Knowing they weren’t home, Ye Ranran was even happier and didn’t ask further, she just went straight upstairs.

Originally, she wanted to read the script, but seeing the disc sticking out, her curiosity was piqued.

She picked up her laptop, put the disc in, and sat down on the carpet, with the laptop on her lap, and started watching.

In the soothing piano tune, an acacia tree appeared, the camera zoomed in, and a window appeared.

The window opened, entered the room, the room’s decoration was simple, with a model wearing a semi-finished wedding dress.

There was a carpet spread out below the model’s feet, the carpet was covered with flowers.

Jun Mochan stood in front of the model. Beside him stood a blonde, blue-eyed woman in her thirties.

He was communicating with the woman, occasionally making gestures.

Just as Ye Ranran was wondering what they were discussing, she saw him kneel down, half-kneel at the model’s feet, and picked up the flowers from the side.

What she saw next was something she would never forget in her life.

Jun Mochan began to embroider flowers onto the dress, or accurately speaking, he sewed the flowers from the carpet onto the wedding dress, one by one.

"The wedding dress is custom-made, I originally wanted to make it for you myself, but the time was tight, and I was afraid my skills wouldn’t be up to par, to create a perfect wedding dress."

"So I had someone else make the dress, I remember you once said, you like the dress to be embroidered with full flowers, such that when you move, it’s like flowers floating all over the floor. I can’t make the wedding dress, but I can embroider some flowers."

"In this way, your wedding dress can be considered entirely my work, embroidered with every stitch and thread. I’m doing this not to make you deeply moved, but to let you know, whatever you want, I’ll give you."

In the video, Jun Mochan’s voice, tender as though he were whispering in her ear, resounded.

When he finished embroidering the last flower, pictures from her childhood appeared in the video, followed by her time in elementary school, middle school, high school, and university.

Ye Ranran held her laptop, tears streaming down her face.