As expected, the satisfied Xu Cheng’an was overjoyed, laughing and moving closer, disregarding the wedding shop staff around, he loudly kissed her and said: “I’ll buy that skirt. Shall I wear it for you tonight?”
The air instantly went silent.
Chen Jing: “…” Surrounded and not knowing how to react, her face stiff.
Of course, his request was no problem. As a married couple, creating some small intimacies and romance was definitely good for physical and mental health. Chen Jing was willing to cooperate.
The problem was—in public, couldn’t he whisper such private matters? He had to say it out loud with such excitement. Did he have brain damage?!
Seeing her expression freeze after hearing his words, her gaze at him complex—wanting to scold him but afraid he might cry—made Xu Cheng’an’s heart skip a beat, inexplicably panicking.
After a brief silence, the staff and boss around them forcibly restored normal expressions, smiling and continuing to work, pretending they heard nothing.
Xu Cheng’an became more flustered, his heartbeat erratic, with a suffocating feeling: “Ran Jie, I… did I make you angry?”
Shen Ran took a deep breath, finally calming down, thick-skinned and pretending she heard nothing, smiled at him: “Don’t overthink it. I’m not angry. We’ll go home soon.”
Xu Cheng’an lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her directly.
After obtaining the receipt and confirming the specific time to collect the photos, they left.
On the way, Chen Jing drove without looking sideways, not glancing at Xu Cheng’an since leaving the wedding shop.
This time, she was truly unhappy, not teasing him or deliberately guiding his personality.
Xu Cheng’an had gone too far.
Chen Jing thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out what was in his mind, so she gave up.
After getting in the car, Xu Cheng’an lowered his head, silent, and surprisingly, there was no crying sound.
Chen Jing frowned and listened for a while, still hearing nothing. She couldn’t help but glance over, and after one look, her brow immediately furrowed into a deep crease.
Xu Cheng’an sat with a straight back, slightly lowering his head, his eyelids drooping. From Chen Jing’s angle, she could only see his long eyelashes and his smooth, tight, handsome face, with lips pressed straight, full of coldness.
