Parallel World 2

"Zhizhi, has your fiancé answered the phone?"

Jiang Zhiyue listened to the customer service prompt sound coming from the microphone and shook her head: "No."

Tang Chuchu, who was standing aside and waiting for the result, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She held the bridesmaid in disguise and raised her legs in a fierce manner and walked towards the door of the lounge: "What does this Chen Chi mean?

I'll look for him."

Yan Shu stopped her in time and advised helplessly: "My lady, are you going to find someone or hit someone?

I don't want to see your hot searches again the next day."

Tang Chuchu held her skirt tightly, still indignant: "But..."

Yan Shu understood her. She was not in much better mood now. But in this situation, more important than being angry, it is to find the groom first. She sighed: "I'll call him again to try it."

Yan Shu turned on hands-free, everyone's eyes gathered on the phone in her hand. The ringtone rang for more than a minute, and it was particularly harsh in the quiet lounge.

Yan Shu seemed not giving up. Not to mention her and Tang Chuchu, even Jiang Zhiyue's exclusive makeup artist who was following her was so angry that she couldn't even hold the makeup brush.

Just when everyone was anxious, Jiang Zhiyue looked at herself in the mirror wearing a wedding dress and was slightly stunning. Her wedding dress was specially designed by her mother by a foreign designer. Even her father pulled her to whisper for a long time the night before the wedding.

Compared to herself, she felt sorry for her parents.

In just a few minutes, Jiang Zhiyue thought a lot. In fact, on the day of taking wedding photos, she and Shen Chi made an appointment to go with her. She communicated her thoughts with the photographer happily, and Chen Chi seemed a little absent-minded.

When she walked out of the dressing room, she found that Chen Chi had long been gone, and the assistant's expression was also very subtle. She said that after receiving a call, Chen Ershi left in a hurry.

Jiang Zhiyue thought that she could be thrown away by Chen Chi twice, but she would never be the third time.

Jiang Zhiyue thought she would be very sad, but she was surprisingly calm now. Her heart seemed to be wrapped in layers of something, and she couldn't even feel the feeling of sadness.

Jiang Zhiyue's eyes fell on the wedding ring worn by her ring finger. The style of the ring is simple but not lacking in luxury. A small daisy is dotted in the middle, reflecting a lush light under the dazzling light.

Chen Chi seemed to remember it wrongly. Daisy is Qin Xin’s favorite flower, not her.

Jiang Zhiyue took off the ring and placed it on the table, stood up, feeling everyone's sight. She bent her lips and smiled, her expression calm and gentle, as if she was talking about an insignificant little thing: "If he doesn't come, forget it, I won't marry."

Yan Shu: "?"

Tang Chuchu: "?"

Staff: "?"

Jiang Zhiyue felt a little tired. When she said these words, she felt relieved. She was about to explain when the door of the lounge was pushed open, and suddenly a low and nice voice came.

"Why not marry?"

Listening to the familiar tone, Jiang Zhiyue was stunned for a moment. She raised her face and looked over, her eyes met with the man in a suit and tie.

Chen Yan's eyes drooped slightly, his voice was very low, and he repeated it in a deep voice: "Why don't you marry?"

The man snuffed out the scarlet bulging on his fingertips, raised his eyelashes and looked at her with a heavy look: "There is no one in the Shen family except him."

"?"

Jiang Zhiyue's brain went blank. She moved her lips, and her voice trembled slightly when she opened her mouth: "Chen Yan, what do you mean..."

When people approached, their breath was filled with the tobacco smell from men. Jiang Zhiyue guessed that he seemed to smoke a lot of cigarettes, which was even more addictive than when he saw him last time.

Chen Yan's gaze fell on the face that night was like a dream, and his eyes narrowed slightly. The man still had a cold expression without any emotional changes, but his eyes were very dark, as thick as ink that could not be melted, hiding many things that Jiang Zhiyue could not understand.

Facing the sudden appearance of this man who only exists in the legend, everyone's eyes swayed several circles on Shen Yan and Jiang Zhiyue's faces.

It was Yan Shu who noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not right. She and Tang Chuchu exchanged glances with each other and hurriedly pushed the staff away, intending to leave space for the two of them to be alone.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Jiang Zhiyue subconsciously looked over, and Chen Yan took another step closer to her, forcing her to focus all on him.

The two were very close, and a shadow suddenly fell in front of them. They were stared at by their deep eyes. Jiang Zhiyue's heartbeat was full of turmoil because of the tension.

Chen Yan lowered his eyes, and after he noticed the change in her expression, he suddenly curled his lips quietly and smiled softly.

"I mean, get married."

Chen Yan paused, and he pronounced very slowly, as if he was talking about something very important, but every word was clear, and he continued: "I marry you."

When Chen Yan was speaking, his eyes were placed on Jiang Zhiyue for a moment, and he had never moved away.

Didn’t Jiang Zhiyue have heard the three words “Marriage” from Chen Chi’s mouth? It was clearly the same three words, but the two gave her completely different feelings.

Chen Yan's voice was low, and he opened his extremely beautiful and seductive eyes, with deep eyelids and long tails of his eyes. From his dark and deep eyes, Jiang Zhiyue suddenly saw the man's care and seriousness, as if he really wanted to marry her.

"Why," this thought came out, Jiang Zhiyue's nose felt sore inexplicably, and she whispered, "Why is it me..."

Chen Yan thought about it, and finally made a reason and whispered: "I need a wife."

He really couldn't think of any other reason to coax her. He had supreme status and unmatched wealth, but now he didn't know what to use to please her.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyue didn't say anything, she thought she was scaring her. After a moment of silence, Chen Yan frowned and said a little clumsyly to explain.

"With my rights and status, I can give you whatever you want. Chen Chi is not a person who can entrust his life."

Chen Yan's voice became more and more affectionate: "When you are with me, you don't have to pretend to be happy or worry about anything. You just need to continue to be the eldest daughter of the Jiang family and my wife. I have other things."

She wants the stars, he can pick them off and give them to her.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't have much contact with her brother, a noble family, and she was even a little afraid of him. In her impression, she was noble and alienated, cold and unattainable.

And now, it was the first time she had seen such a gentle and patient man.

Jiang Zhiyue suddenly felt that she suspected that Chen Yan knew about her over the years.

In fact, she has been with Shen Chi for so many years and has not been very happy. Everyone knows the romantic nature of the second young master of the Shen family. Even after the two of them are together, she will still see some gossip news.

She was spoiled and willful, and had a slight temperament, but for the sake of slow down, she turned herself into what he liked little by little, smoothing out all the edges and corners.

Every time Grandpa Chen asks, Jiang Zhiyue always says that. Chen Chi is very nice to her, and Chen Chi is indeed kind to her, but Jiang Zhiyue thinks that Chen Chi is kind to her, not the kindness of men to women, but the feelings between brothers and sisters.

That's true, Chen Chi never touched her, and didn't even have the most basic kiss between lovers.

She didn't care about these things at first. When she was young, Jiang Zhiyue thought that as long as she was by his side, Chen Chi would one day discover her goodness, but later, those loves were exhausted one after another, helpless and lonely night.

After Shen Chi missed the wedding of the two, the last thread that Jiang Zhiyue had been holding on to completely collapsed again.

Jiang Zhiyue's eyes blinked, and a big tears rolled out from her eyes.

"But..." Jiang Zhiyue's voice was sobbing in an outrageous way. She bit her lips and wiped her face randomly. She didn't know what she was crying, but no matter how she adjusted her emotions, the tears still couldn't control themselves, and the more fierce she was flowing.

He knew about her pretending to be happy these days, and she didn't care about her pretending to be happy.

Her sincerity that was thrown on the ground was also carefully picked up by him and then carefully treasured.

Jiang Zhiyue raised her hands to cover her face, which was crying and makeup-making. Wet water stains kept spilling out from her fingers. She sobbed quietly and pulled a reason casually: "What should I do if I don't have a ring..."

She heard a very gentle sigh in her ears, and a slightly cool hand moved from her shoulders.

Chen Yan's hand was lightly placed on Jiang Zhiyue's snow-white and delicate shoulders, and pressed her to sit on the wooden chair.

The man knelt on one knee and squatted in front of her. He took out a small velvet box from his suit pocket. With a slight click, the box was opened and Jiang Zhiyue's hand was also held.

The hand holding her was very big, and the joints were clearly skinny and slender. His strength was soft and gentle.

Jiang Zhiyue's heart trembled, and she looked down at him in a blur of tears, looking at him for no reason.

"Chen Yan...what are you doing?"

Chen Yan laughed in a low voice: "Bring you a ring."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyue forgot to cry even when she cried. She blinked, and tears hanged on the curly long eyelashes, and she just stared blankly at Chen Yan bringing her a ring.

After putting on the ring, Chen Yan stood up, raised his fingertips and gently carried away the tears from the corners of Jiang Zhiyue's eyes.

"Stop crying."

He made a soft voice, and there were countless gentleness hidden at the ends of his eyebrows and eyes.

"I'm waiting for you outside and go clean up, so don't worry your parents and grandpa."

When Chen Yanyi reminded him, Jiang Zhiyue hurriedly called someone to continue preparing for the wedding.

Jiang Zhiyue was not very clear throughout the whole process. She was cleaned up from her hair to her toes by the makeup artist again, and then put on another makeup.

When she was pushed to the hall in a daze, Jiang Zhiyue came to her senses when Jiang Yanli held her daughter next door and accompanied her on the red carpet.

She made a mistake by chance to give her lifelong affairs.

But this is good. If you exclude feelings, Chen Yan is the best marriage partner in Qingcheng, and he is the man that many celebrities and wealthy girls dream of marrying him. When she marrys him, it can be said that there are only pros and no disadvantages.

Just as he was about to reach the end of the red carpet, looking at the colorful bouquet in the distance, Jiang Zhiyue suddenly said softly: "Dad, would you wish me a happy life?"

Jiang Yanli was stunned when asked, but he soon came back to his senses and smiled gently with a gentle smile: "The one in the world who hopes that we know the most is our parents."

How could Jiang Yanli not see that something was wrong with his daughter in the mall for many years? He held Jiang Zhiyue's hand and finally said that sentence: "Zhizhi, if you don't want to marry, we won't marry, and the old man won't say anything. We all hope you can be happy."

Jiang Zhiyue's heart was filled with sour emotions. Her eyes heated up and she held back her tears and shook her head.

"Not an unhappy dad."

Jiang Zhiyue bent her eyebrows and eyes, her eyes with a little mist were shiny, and she burst into the first smile from the heart today, "I'm married."

She took the bouquet from Jiang Yanli, and before she could turn around, the originally lively hall was silent for a second, followed by an incredible scream from the crowd.

She knew that Chen Yan was here.
To be continued...