This director is vindictive.

Chapter 398 This wedding, some ascended to heaven, some descended to earth.

Chen Mo wasn't too surprised that Zhang Yuqi wanted an underwater-themed wedding.

She actually mentioned this a long time ago.

Moreover, Chen Mo had already come up with some ideas in mind.

However, Fan Binbin's "The Empress's Wedding" left him speechless.

But he still refrained from interrupting. Later, Gao Yuanyuan's theme was a cheongsam from the Republican era. The theme itself was fine, but the women all came up with the idea of ​​kneeling on an abacus.

That would be terrible. If we let them continue their discussion, would we end up making them kneel on durians instead?

That's why Chen Mo interrupted their discussion.

As he walked down the stairs, he said in a low voice, "Ladies, you can discuss the wedding date, but there's no need to design the washboard style for kneeling for hours on end, is there?"

"Hahaha!" All four women burst out laughing.

"You deserve it! Who told you to be so careless?" Zhang Yuqi showed no respect to Chen Mo, the "patriarch."

“That’s right!” Fan Binbin agreed with a smile.

Gao Yuanyuan and Liu Yifei didn't say anything, but they both subconsciously nodded in agreement.

Hearing all four of them unanimously condemning him, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Alright, it was my fault. I'll try to shorten the time next time," Chen Mo said as he got down and sat down next to Gao Yuanyuan.

As soon as Chen Mo sat down next to Gao Yuanyuan, Zhang Yuqi impatiently asked, "How long is 'shorten it as much as possible'? You have to give us a definite answer! We can't wait until we're old and faded, can we?"

Her shout made the other three turn to look at Chen Mo. Fan Binbin even took out her phone and turned on the camera, as if she was going to record a video as evidence.

"Well," Chen Mo stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the four beauties.

Liu Yifei was wearing a light purple knitted sweater today, with a pearl hair clip in her hair. When she saw him looking over, she immediately puffed out her cheeks—this "fairy sister" rarely showed such a coquettish look.

It's clear that even she is unhappy with netizens' comments that the "Fairy Sister" only got married after she became a "Fairy Auntie".

However, there were still three people ahead of her in line. What could she do?
Chen Mo rubbed his temples helplessly and turned to Zhang Yuqi: "Your underwater wedding is easy to arrange. Coral reefs, beluga whales as flower girls, and dolphins escorting the bride can all be done. I'll see if I can find an underwater hotel to be the main venue."

Zhang Yuqi narrowed her eyes, clearly already imagining the scene of an underwater wedding.

Chen Mo suddenly changed the subject, looking at Fan Binbin with a headache: "But Sister Binbin, are you sure you want to hold an 'Empress's Wedding'?"

He tapped his fingers unconsciously on the sofa armrest and continued, "Isn't the theme of 'The Phoenix Brings Auspiciousness' too similar to the classical court style?"

Chen Mo tried to save himself; after all, that scene was really too much. If that wedding were shown on screen, it would definitely be a major social disaster.

Unfortunately, his attempt to deceive people failed.

Fan Binbin curled her red lips into a smile and poked his forehead with her slender finger: "Don't try to fool me!"

She wore dark red nail polish today, which shimmered like gold under the light. She gave Chen Mo a flirtatious glance and said, "Jing Tian's marriage was a traditional, formal ceremony. Mine is—"

She suddenly leaned closer, her perfumed breath brushing against Chen Mo's ear: "Empress, take, son-in-law."

The last four words were pronounced lightly and slowly, as if they rolled around on the tip of the tongue before being uttered.

"Pfft!" Zhang Yuqi was drinking water when she heard this and burst out laughing, splashing water droplets onto Fan Binbin's skirt.

She coughed as she said, "Yes, yes, yes! We'll have Chen Mo wear a wedding dress and ride in a sedan chair, while we ride horses through the streets!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, drawing exaggerated arcs in the air with her fingers: "Carry him in through the Meridian Gate, and have all the civil and military officials kneel down and shout 'Welcome the Emperor's Consort!'"

Chen Mo was speechless; the scene was simply...
He suddenly remembered a song: "You're so beautiful, chicken!"

But seeing the expectation flash in Fan Binbin's eyes, Chen Mo sighed. What else could he do?
So what if we die? It's a once-in-a-lifetime event anyway!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gao Yuanyuan and Liu Yifei covering their mouths and snickering, so he decided to go all out and said, "Alright then, should the dragon robe have the twelve symbols or the sun, moon and stars? Should the phoenix carriage be made of golden nanmu or sandalwood?"

"This is so ridiculous!"

Fan Binbin straightened up with satisfaction, walked to Chen Mo, and straddled Chen Mo's lap, wrapping his arms around Chen Mo's neck.

He offered her a sweet kiss: "This is a reward for you!"

Chen Mo quickly reached out and supported her waist in response.

The other women watched with great interest, but their eyes were full of affection as they looked at him.

Looking at Chen Mo's helpless yet indulgent expression, Fan Binbin felt a bittersweet warmth welling up in her heart.

She knew better than anyone else that with Chen Mo's current status in the entertainment industry, he didn't need to cater to their "capricious" demands. He was no longer the director who needed to rely on sensational topics to grab attention; he was a top tycoon who truly held capital and could influence the direction of the industry.

But he agreed.

He agreed to her almost "nonsensical" "Empress's Wedding," and agreed to wear a wedding dress, sit in a bridal sedan chair, and play the role of an "Emperor's Husband" who was being "taken in" in front of everyone.

This is almost equivalent to him "marrying into the family".

This would be considered an "humiliation" for any man of status.

Not to mention, given Chen Mo's current fame, once this wedding is publicized, netizens will definitely go crazy with memes about it, and trending topics like #ChenMoMarriesIntoAWealthyFamily# and #TheEmperor'sHusband'sSelfCultivation# will probably stay on the hot search list for days. But he still nodded.

Looking at the man so close to her, Fan Binbin suddenly recalled Chen Mo's fleeting expression from earlier—his brows were furrowed, yet he still wore a helpless smile, as if he had anticipated her request and had even prepared a contingency plan for dealing with media teasing.

Her nose inexplicably felt a little sore.

He could have refused.

Given his position, even if he had casually offered a "let's change the topic" remark, they wouldn't have really pressured him. But he indulged their whims, and didn't even say "this is inappropriate."

Fan Binbin lowered her eyelashes, concealing the slight moisture welling up in her eyes.

She suddenly realized that he agreed so readily not because he didn't care about saving face, but because... he cared about them more than those empty titles.

What Fan Binbin could think of, other women could think of as well.

This man, apart from being a bit of a womanizer, is truly unparalleled in every other way, especially in his treatment of women!
"Actually," Fan Binbin suddenly regretted it.

Looking at Chen Mo's helpless yet indulgent expression, she suddenly felt a pang of regret.

She had only mentioned it casually, wanting to see him hesitate, but to her surprise, he actually agreed—without even haggling or making excuses.

She had barely opened her mouth when Chen Mo interrupted her, saying, "Alright, I understand."

He reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingertips brushing against her carefully styled hair, his tone filled with a touch of doting: "You just want to see me in a wedding dress and riding in a bridal sedan chair, right? Fine, I'll play along."

"Besides, it's not as exaggerated as you think. Maybe everyone will even praise me for sacrificing for you!" Chen Mo said casually.

“Besides, that’s what makes it interesting, and it wasn’t really real to begin with, right?” Chen Mo added.

Fan Binbin was stunned.

She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

—He actually knows it.

He understands the little thoughts hidden in her jokes, and he understands that what she wants is not just a wedding, but also his willingness to lower himself and indulge her in her silliness.

“However,” Chen Mo suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaned close to her ear and whispered, “we’ll have to follow this on our wedding night too!”

A warm breath brushed against her ear, making Fan Binbin's earlobes burn. However, being the boss Fan Binbin, she quickly gave him a flirtatious look and said, "So you were waiting here! Your brain, really, all you ever think about is this."

"It's too late to regret it now!"

Chen Mo chuckled softly, gently rubbing his thumb against her palm: "If we're going to put on an act, we should go all the way! I also want to experience what it's like to have my wedding night with the Empress."

"Hey, that's enough, we're still here!" Zhang Yuqi rolled her eyes and said disdainfully as she watched the two of them being so affectionate, as if no one else was around.

"And you too, it'll be the same then. We'll go all out with this charade!" Chen Mo said with a wicked grin, glancing at the women with ill intent.

Zhang Yuqi, that fierce woman, didn't care at all.

Instead, he was eager to try: "Tsk tsk, so will we have our wedding night in the sea? I heard..."

"Hmm," she was about to utter those lewd words when Gao Yuanyuan rudely covered her mouth.

"You tiger woman, you really are tiger, saying whatever comes to mind!" Gao Yuanyuan said speechlessly.

However, Chen Mo was starting to get distracted.

Wow, in the sea, hmm, it seems, maybe, I've never actually tried it before!
See, there are still benefits!

A tiger mermaid, an empress, and Chen Mo looked at Gao Yuanyuan.

She happened to be wearing a cheongsam today. I have to say, the person who invented the slim-fitting cheongsam style of the Republic of China era was definitely a man!

Women, especially those with good figures, exude irresistible charm when they wear cheongsams!

The high slit is especially eye-catching!

His tone became noticeably lighter as he said, "Sister Yuanyuan's Republic of China theme is simple. We can just go to the film studio; the sets are all ready. As for the cheongsams, we can have Huayun design more, including props, cars, and so on, all of which can be faithfully recreated!"

Gao Yuanyuan nodded upon hearing this.

Chen Mo looked at the fairy sister who was looking down and seemed a little disappointed.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Actually, I've thought of a theme for Yifei!"

Liu Yifei looked up with a hint of surprise.

"Since you're a fairy goddess, your wedding definitely needs to be a bit ethereal, but it still needs to be different from the fantasy/martial arts genre."

“So, I was thinking, how about a ‘flying apsaras’ theme? Not a science fiction version, but the kind of flying apsaras from the Dunhuang murals!” Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Zhao Liying's fantasy is all about swords and jade palaces, while yours is about playing the pipa backwards and wearing flowing robes. Okay, to put it simply, hers is a fantasy theme, while yours could be a mythological theme, like a story about Chang'e flying to the moon."

(End of this chapter)