CHAPTER 330: A CHEONGSAM

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Ye Feimo was waiting for Wen Nuan at the school gate. She ran out quickly and immediately saw his car parked across the street. Wen Nuan looked at her classmates around her, but she didn’t care. She got into Ye Feimo’s car. Ye Feimo had four cars, and today he was driving a BMW. He didn’t drive this one very often, and with the windows up, no one recognized it anyway. Besides, Wen Nuan came from a good family, and her dad used to pick her up in a BMW often, so her classmates were used to it.

"Why are you so late?" Ye Feimo started the car and drove away. He had been waiting for half an hour. He thought someone might have bullied her. He knew that Wen Nuan wasn’t popular at school, so he had a feeling his wife might have been bullied when she stayed for a while. But seeing the smile on her face, he could tell she was in a good mood, so he changed his mind.

He shouldn’t have worried about her being bullied. She wasn’t a pushover; she would fight back fiercely if anyone dared to mess with her.

"I was just chatting with my teacher and told her we got married," Wen Nuan said with a smile. Ye Feimo looked at her sideways. "Is this considered a secret marriage? A lot of people know we’re married now."

"What’s wrong with that? My teacher wouldn’t just go around and tell everyone," Wen Nuan said with a laugh. She then turned to Ye Feimo. "I heard a little rumor from my teacher that I’ll be winning two awards at the Golden Chapter Awards? Besides the Newcomer Award, which one is it?"

"You believe a rumor? It must be wrong," Ye Feimo said calmly. The corners of his lips were slightly turned up, and his eyes were full of a smile. He looked very handsome. Now that his face was a little rounder, he didn’t look as cold and stern as before. Every time she saw him, she felt as if he was possessed by a prince.

"If others say a rumor, I’ll just listen and forget about it, but a rumor from my teacher is definitely accurate," Wen Nuan said with a laugh. "Is it true? Tell me."

"It’s false. You’ll find out when the time comes."

"Stingy," Wen Nuan grumbled. She didn’t ask anymore. Ye Feimo took her to a dress shop on Renmin Road. Wen Nuan wasn’t familiar with this area. There were a lot of dress shops lined up on the street.

There were international brands and some unknown brands.

The dresses on this street were not something ordinary people could afford. It was a place where rich women and celebrities came to pick out their dresses. Every store was unique. The decor was either luxurious or exquisite, each with its own style.

Ye Feimo took Wen Nuan into a cheongsam shop.

Wen Nuan was a little surprised. Ye Feimo wanted to pick out a cheongsam for her?

A cheongsam for the Golden Chapter Awards?

There was a makeup artist, a stylist, and two designers in the shop. Ye Feimo had booked the entire place. There was no one else in the cheongsam shop. Wen Nuan looked at the sign and realized it was a famous old cheongsam shop in A City.

"A cheongsam?" Wen Nuan asked. Ye Feimo nodded. The stylist was an elegant middle-aged woman named Fei Ling. She was tall and had a strong scholarly air about her. She was wearing a black embroidered cheongsam, and she looked even more sophisticated.

Ye Feimo sat on the sofa to wait. Fei Ling led Wen Nuan to choose a cheongsam. Wen Nuan took off her coat, and Fei Ling measured her. She nodded and said with a smile, "Miss Wen will definitely look beautiful in a cheongsam."

Wen Nuan had a small frame, a slender body, a full chest, a slender waist, and a nice butt. The most important thing was that she had a pair of long, fair legs. A body like this looked best in a cheongsam. Wen Nuan smiled faintly and looked at Ye Feimo on the sofa.

He had his arms crossed, and his eyes were deep. The evening light filtered through the window screens and fell on him, as if something deep and distant was brewing in his eyes. Wen Nuan smiled and looked away.

A cheongsam it was.

Not many artists wore cheongsams at the Golden Chapter Awards. Celebrities now chose to wear Western-style evening gowns from big-name European and American brands to compete with each other. This kind of Chinese-style dress was very rare.

Wen Nuan mused that the reason Ye Feimo liked the cheongsam was not because it suited her but because it was more conservative. It really covered her from top to bottom, but most of them had a high slit, which would show off a pair of long, fair legs.

Fei Ling picked out a few for her, but Wen Nuan didn’t like them. So she went from the traditional cheongsam rack to the rack with dresses that were a mix of Chinese and Western styles. The dresses there were also cheongsams but were a mix of Chinese and Western styles. Wen Nuan liked the black, sleeveless cheongsam very much.

Fei Ling wanted Wen Nuan to wear a more traditional Chinese cheongsam, but Wen Nuan personally preferred the ones there.

Ye Feimo got up and slowly walked to the rack. Wen Nuan had chosen a black cheongsam with a slightly wide hem, very exquisite buttons, and a black rose pinned to her neck.

Fei Ling praised Wen Nuan for her good taste. She smiled and followed Fei Ling into the fitting room.

"Are the best cheongsams all here?" Ye Feimo asked.

Fei Ling said, "Mr. Ye, the dresses you wanted are all here."

"What about the ’Nostalgia’ series cheongsam designed by Zhang Yu?"

Fei Ling was surprised. "How do you know we have that cheongsam, Mr. Ye?"

"Take it out and let me see it," Ye Feimo said.

Fei Ling was in a difficult position. "Mr. Ye, that cheongsam is not for sale. The Du family has already reserved it. Please don’t make this difficult for us."

"I said, take it out and let me see it," Ye Feimo said word by word. Fei Ling was sweating. She couldn’t afford to offend either side, so she was in a real bind. But Miss Du had already reserved that cheongsam, and they didn’t dare to do anything on their own.

"Mr. Ye..." Fei Ling was truly in a difficult position. After thinking about it, she had no other choice. She could only go to the private room to get the cheongsam. When Ye Feimo told them he was coming to try on a cheongsam, Fei Ling had specifically asked someone to hide that one.

She never thought he would know about it.

Wen Nuan came out after trying on the dress. The hem of this dress was very unique. Wearing it felt like she was a mermaid, and the folds swayed beautifully. Everyone in the store praised her.

Wen Nuan turned around in front of the mirror, full of joy. She had liked this dress at first sight, and it looked even better on her than she had imagined. It highlighted all the good parts of her body.

Ye Feimo appeared in the mirror. He was wearing a suit, and she was wearing a cheongsam. They looked like a perfect match.

Wen Nuan teased, "I’m wearing a cheongsam. Do you want to wear a traditional Chinese jacket?"

One wearing a cheongsam and the other wearing a traditional Chinese jacket. They would look even more in sync, like a couple who had walked out of a bygone era.

Ye Feimo lowered his head and smiled with tenderness. His long, slender fingers lightly touched the butterfly on her shoulder. Wen Nuan was used to his touch, but she still felt a small jolt of electricity run down her spine. Her mind went back to the times when they were intimate. He seemed to love the butterfly on her shoulder, always leaving countless kisses on it, which always made her blush and her heart beat faster.

Just that light touch gave her a lot to think about.

*Marriage really does make a person evil, especially when I have a ruffian for a husband.*

Wen Nuan blushed and slapped his hand away. She caught a glimpse of the designer’s ambiguous smile and felt very awkward.