You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 944 The Secret of the Third Floor

I came to the attic on the third floor. The door was half-open and dim light was coming from inside.

He pushed open the door and walked in. Fang Yaqing was sitting on a pink princess hammock, holding a commemorative photo album in her hands, looking at it carefully.

Many things in the room were covered in dust. A large bear doll as tall as a person sat in the corner. A guitar hung on the wall. Hand-folded grasshoppers and kites were placed on the table. There was a purple hourglass in a transparent glass bottle. Although the music ball was covered in dust, one could still clearly see the man and woman dancing hand in hand inside...

In the southeast corner, a plastic mannequin was wearing a wedding dress with sequins on the skirt and exquisite and intricate lace edges. It was covered with a layer of glass to keep out the dust.

Although the style was popular a few years ago, it has been preserved in perfect condition and looks like new.

Fang Yaqing closed the album and looked up at him, the mist in her eyes sparkling under the light: "You kept all of these intact, and you haven't forgotten them, right?"

Ji Jinchuan stood one meter away, looking at the tears on her face, and moved his lips: "I kept this thing, just thinking that it's your thing and you should deal with it. It's up to you to decide whether to throw it away or keep it."

Fang Yaqing closed the photo album and stroked the tassels on the hammock: "I don't believe you kept these things just to wait for me to come back and deal with them."

Ji Jinchuan said gently: "I don't have to lie to you."

Fang Yaqing pointed at the wedding dress and said, "What is this?"

Ji Jinchuan pursed his thin lips, lowered his brows and fell silent.

Fang Yaqing stood up and walked towards him, grabbed his sleeve, and looked into his eyes seriously: "You have been waiting for me, right?"

His voice was hoarse: "No."

"I don't believe it!" Fang Yaqing burst into tears, her pretty face washed by tears, becoming even more radiant and beautiful. "You once promised me that when we get married, you would personally design a wedding dress for me. You obviously still love me, so why don't you admit it?"

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After leaving Qiu Shaoze, Shen Youran drove home. She entered the living room and saw only Aunt Sun and another servant.

The servant came forward and took her handbag. She asked, "Where's Jinchuan?" The servant replied, "Upstairs."

Shen Youran went upstairs and just as she stepped onto the last step, she saw Fang Yaqing standing outside Ji Jinchuan's study. She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Shen Youran paused for a moment, then walked towards the bedroom, her high heels making a sound in the empty corridor.

Fang Yaqing looked up and saw her approaching from afar. A flash of panic flashed across her eyes: "Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law..."

Shen Youran glanced at the closed study, then looked at her: "What are you doing?"

Fang Yaqing took a deep breath, calmed down her panic, and pulled the corners of her lips: "I have something to ask my brother."

Shen Youran said calmly: "What's the matter? Can I help?"

Fang Yaqing shook her head: "No need."

In the study.

Ji Jinchuan held a cigarette between his fingertips, the smoke flickering scarlet. Hearing the voices of two people outside, he subconsciously looked towards the door, but the door was closed and he could not see the situation outside.

He took a deep breath of smoke and slowly exhaled smoke rings. The smoke filled his deep black eyes, as if he was floating in a rootless sea.

Just now in the attic, Fang Ya kept asking him questions, and no matter how he answered, she refused to believe it.

After coming down from the third floor, she followed him to the study, but was locked outside by him.

He had never been faced with such a dilemma before.

(End of this chapter)