Chapter 278: Chapter 278: Follow Me Sang Ran walked slowly with the help of the store clerk.
At that moment, Lin Zhiyi was stunned.
She thought of many words, but in the end, only two words remained, "Elf."
Considering Sang Ran wore a prosthetic limb and couldnât handle a very complicated wedding dress, So, the designer had specifically created this wedding dress for her.
The top was a lace corset, adorned with layers of gauzy petals that were light yet showed a hint of rigidity.
The skirt was layers of light tulle, with a small slit at the hem, which made it easier for Sang Ran to walk.
Her ethereal appearance combined with her smile made people feel she deserved all the best.
Sang Ran, cautious in high heels, approached and even smiled warmly at Lin Zhiyi.
It was as if she was asking Lin Zhiyi if she looked good.
Beautiful, very beautiful.
Lin Zhiyi nodded vigorously and tried to smile too; she didnât want to appear like a pitiful creature desperately struggling.
It seemed Sang Ran was encouraged, and she let go of the clerkâs hand and walked towards Gong Chen herself.
The store was set up to make the wedding dress look exquisite, giving off a wedding scene-like feel.
Sang Ran walked toward the man, feeling happy.
A position Lin Zhiyi could never reach in two lifetimes.
She stepped back and back, wanting to leave this spotlit area.
Then, Sang Ran stumbled and fell towards Gong Chen.
Gong Chen instinctively raised his hand to block.
Yes, to block, not to catch.
But the next second, he reached out to embrace Sang Ran and slightly frowned as he cautioned, "Be careful."
Sang Ran looked down at her high heels: "Itâs my first time wearing high heels."
freewebnovel.cÏ๠Gong Chen steadied her, his eyes slightly dark, "You donât have to do this."
Sang Ran pouted, "How can I not when you are so tall? Without high heels, I donât even reach your shoulder. Should I have the photographer keep telling the bride to stand up during the wedding photos?"
The atmosphere instantly became harmonious and warm.
Everyone in the store laughed, sending envious and congratulatory glances.
Lin Zhiyi just wanted to be a spectator, but someone insisted on pulling her into it.
Wen Qing pointed towards Lin Zhiyi and said, "Miss Lin, what about your wedding dress? Letâs see it."
"I donât have one, ask them," Lin Zhiyi looked towards Mrs. He and her son.
At that moment, He Yaoâs attention was on Sang Ran, until Mrs. He couldnât help but push him.
He then came back to his senses and nonchalantly said, "Mom, just pick one for her."
Mrs. He, as if receiving an imperial edict, strutted over to Lin Zhiyi after scanning her, then walked to the clothes rack.
She picked the most conservative and ugliest wedding dress and handed it to Lin Zhiyi.
Suddenly, everyoneâs eyes turned to Lin Zhiyi, especially Wen Qing, waiting to see her embarrassment.
However, Lin Zhiyi calmly said, "Mrs. He, if you like it, thatâs good."
Seeing her compromise, Mrs. He smirked, "Thatâs right, a woman should listen to her husbandâs family when getting married."
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi lowered her eyes and didnât express any opinions.
Others thought she was compromising and submissive.
But in reality, she had been watching Mrs. Heâs purse where others couldnât see.
Just then, a clerk came in with delicate afternoon tea.
Lin Zhiyi fixed her gaze for two seconds, then immediately stood up to take the teapot, eagerly saying, "Mrs. He, please sit and have some tea."
From these two interactions, she realized Mrs. He wasnât the traditional woman she appeared to be but someone who needed to be flattered and sought power.
Thus, Lin Zhiyi began to play the role of the flatterer.
Mrs. He indeed happily accepted the tea from Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi then pretended to bump into the table corner, spilling all the tea on her.
"Sorry, let me wipe it for you."
As she spoke, she reached to pull Mrs. Heâs sleeve.
Mrs. He jumped up as if electrocuted: "Donât touch me! Enough, Iâll go to the restroom and clean up myself."
She grabbed her bag from the couch and walked toward the restroom.
Lin Zhiyi lifted her apologetic face and took the towel from the staff, earnestly telling He Yao, "Mr. He, Iâll go check on Mrs. He, you guys chat first."
He Yao nodded coldly, seemingly uninterested in Mrs. He.
Lin Zhiyi then headed towards the restroom.
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Restroom.
As soon as Mrs. He saw Lin Zhiyi, she immediately let down the skirt she had just lifted up.
"What are you here for? Useless thing, wait until you marry into our family, then youâll see!"
Lin Zhiyi held the towel, softly saying, "Mrs. He, Iâm sorry, how about you go to the stall and wipe yourself off?"
The area she had spilled water on was quite awkward, and if not dried, even her underwear would be soaked.
It was clear that Mrs. He was hesitant about exposing her body, and going to the stall was the most convenient option.
But she clearly hesitated.
Lin Zhiyi quickly said, "Slide your skirt through the door gap to me, Iâll dry it for you with a blow-dryer, it should be quick."
Seeing her grovel so low, Mrs. He clicked her tongue twice, "You know your place, keep waiting."
Then, Mrs. He went into the stall, passing the damp skirt to Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi pretended to bow down and blow-dry the skirt, while her peripheral vision stayed fixed on the slowly closing stall door.
After ensuring the door was shut, she took the blow-dryer in one hand and opened Mrs. Heâs handbag on the washbasin with the other.
Unexpectedly, the first thing she found was a bunch of medications.
Besides some ointments for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, there were also many drugs for treating insomnia.
Lin Zhiyi quickly took photos, and then found Mrs. Heâs phone in the inner pocket.
She almost didnât use her brain and opened Mrs. Heâs phone.
Because the password was the same as He Yaoâs, as for why they were the same.
It was very simple, Mrs. He always subconsciously looked at He Yaoâs expression before doing anything.
That showed she was accustomed to always putting He Yao first.
A mother like this lacked a sense of self.
As for He Yaoâs password, it was even easier to guess.
After all, from the very beginning, his eyes had never left Sang Ran.
After unlocking the phone, Mrs. Heâs photo album was cleared out very clean as if she was afraid someone would see it.
Only the chat with Wen Qing was not deleted.
Lin Zhiyi scrolled up a few pages, and discovered a strange phenomenon.
Mrs. He was utterly obedient to her son, and also to Wen Qing.
In their conversation, she didnât even have a single rebuttal.
Even though the He Family couldnât compare to the Sang Family and the Gong Family, it was odd for Mrs. He to be so humble towards Wen Qing.
Lin Zhiyi, looking at the conversation, suddenly got a jolt of realization.
But after calming down, she quickly photographed the entire conversation.
Just as she was about to put the phone back, the stall door made a noise.
"Are you done yet? Why is it taking so long?" Mrs. He urged.
"Itâs almost done, your skirt is wool, the fabric is quite delicate, if the dryerâs temperature is too high it might get damaged."
Lin Zhiyi explained while putting the phone back in place.
Turning off the blow-dryer, she handed the skirt to Mrs. He.
Mrs. He changed and came out, immediately went to grab her bag and turned her back to check the contents, making sure nothing was tampered with before giving Lin Zhiyi a sidelong glance.
"Be careful next time."
"Understood."
Lin Zhiyi bowed her head to wash her hands, and when she looked up, Mrs. He had already left.
Actually, being underappreciated also had its benefits.
She had just dried her hands and walked out of the restroom when suddenly a hand covered her mouth and nose.
Before Lin Zhiyi could react, her body was held from behind, a familiar scent assaulting her senses.
She struggled fiercely, only to have the person behind her get even closer.
A distinctly masculine, cold, and deep voice echoed in her ear, "Come with me."
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