Who moved her body?

"Is it pretty?"

Zeng Meiqian became shy under Guan Jie's ardent gaze. She felt that Guan Jie was like a soulless zombie, completely stiff from his gaze to his body.

"Isn't this too conservative?" Zeng Meiqian pointed to the sleeve and said, "I want to change this part to be openwork."

Guan Jie simply nodded.

"Mr. Guan, what do you think?" Lisa asked with a smile, leaning against the edge of the partition.

"Beautiful, so beautiful." Guan Jie mechanically uttered the words that were already in his head. "I've been waiting for this day for so long, and today I finally see you in your wedding dress! You look like an angel descended to earth!"

Zeng Meiqian lowered her eyes, placed her hands on her lower abdomen, swayed gently, and smiled faintly, her face slightly flushed.

Lisa laughed sourly, "You guys didn't come here to try on wedding dresses, you came here to show off your love! My heart has been hit with a 100,000-point attack!"

"No way!" Zeng Meiqian denied coquettishly. "This is the first time I've ever heard him say something so cheesy."

"I think you're just being hypocritical, I don't believe you." Lisa spread her arms and shrugged.

"My dear sister, you can ask me if you don't believe me..."

Zeng Meiqian looked up and suddenly noticed that Guan Jie's face was unusually pale, completely bloodless, and his forehead was covered with a layer of dense sweat.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Zeng Meiqian walked towards Guan Jie, whose vacant eyes suddenly focused and brightened. He shook his head, a slightly tired smile on his face, and said apologetically, "It's nothing, it's just that seeing you in a wedding dress suddenly, um..."

He smiled every day, trying to find the right words.

"You were shocked, weren't you?" Lisa replied with a smile.

"That's true." Guan Jie took Zeng Meiqian's hand, looked at the diamond ring on her middle finger, and said, "You are so beautiful, like a dream, a beautiful dream."

Zeng Meiqian and Guan Jie locked eyes. Lisa, feigning disdain, reminded them, "Hey, if you keep showing off your love, I'm not going to care about your wedding dresses anymore. I'm going to go hide away and heal my wounds. Can you guys consider how I, a single dog, feel while you're showing off your love? It's really hurtful!"

Guan Jie and Zeng Meiqian exchanged a smile. "Go ahead."

"Honey, I'm going to try on the next one."

Zeng Meiqian pulled Lisa into the back room and comforted her in a coquettish tone, "I'm sorry, darling, we got carried away for a moment. Besides, you're not that fragile."

"Silly girl, I'm not that fragile. If I were, why would I run a bridal shop? I'd be constantly battered and bruised, haha." Lisa helped Zeng Meiqian prepare the next wedding dress, saying as she did so, "But to be honest, the look in your fiancé's eyes just now, I'm 100% sure it's true love. After running a studio for so many years, I can tell the difference between true love and perfunctory affection at a glance. I'm jealous, so jealous."

The voices of the two women inside faded into the distance as the door closed. Guan Jie pulled out a napkin to wipe the sweat from his forehead; the sweat on his back made him feel a chill, and he shivered. But this reminded him that today, his fiancée was Zeng Meiqian, not Song Xiaoxian.

Song Xiaoxian is dead. She died in a car accident five years ago, and he buried her ashes himself.

Guan Jie picked up the still-hot tea and gulped down a cup before his body slowly warmed up.

In Guan Jie's opinion, Zeng Meiqian just now looked exactly like Song Xiaoxian, especially the way she lowered her head.

Zeng Meiqian would always inadvertently exhibit behaviors similar to Song Xiaoxian's. It was in those occasional moments of similarity that Guan Jie accepted Zeng Meiqian.

During the three years he spent with Zeng Meiqian, Guan Jie thought he had been healed, but just now he realized that his love for Song Xiaoxian had never disappeared. He loved Song Xiaoxian more deeply than he thought, and even death could not sever it.

Song Xiaoxian and Guan Jie grew up together in the orphanage. Before boys and girls were separated into different rooms, they always slept next to each other, playing together during the day and sleeping in each other's arms at night. From the time they could remember, they recognized each other as one, as if they had always been one, only that God separated them when He created man, making them two people.

Although they never confessed their feelings, they naturally got together. They never thought about separating or living without each other.

But fate is cruel; God not only separated them but also made them live and die.

Thinking of Song Xiaoxian made Guan Jie feel as if he had swallowed a pound of lead.

The recent attack had exhausted Guan Jie of all his strength, leaving him a weak shell slumped in the soft sofa. He knew he couldn't dwell on it; he needed to distract himself.

Fortunately, outside the room's floor-to-ceiling windows was a vibrant, dark green lawn.

Guan Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

Beyond the lawn is a private driveway leading to an upscale club. Cars entering the club must first pass through an external checkpoint; vehicles without permission are not allowed on this road, giving it a somewhat aristocratic and exclusive feel.

The club seemed to be filled with celebrities having lunch at noon. Two middle-aged men, looking quite satisfied and with protruding bellies, emerged and stood in the driveway, shaking hands and chatting while the valet brought their car. A short while later, an older model Rolls-Royce pulled up in the driveway. The valet got out, opened the door for the two men, and bowed deeply until the Rolls-Royce's rear end was completely out of sight before straightening up.

"This kind of club is probably synonymous with status."

Guan Jie shook his head tirelessly, then turned his head and saw the unfinished wedding dress on the model.

Wedding dresses may look stunning on the outside and fit the body perfectly, but wearing them can be a hassle. Moreover, the dresses Lisa had Zeng Meiqian try on were all semi-finished designs. The only way to keep the dresses on the wearer was not through invisible zippers, but through countless safety pins.

Guan Jie thought about how Lisa had stuck hundreds or even thousands of safety pins into his fiancée, and he felt that women were truly incredible creatures. Just like how women would cry for a long time over a minor scrape, yet flock to plastic surgery; in short, women are capable of anything for beauty.

The door behind the partition wall hasn't opened yet, so it seems the second wedding dress will have to wait a while before it's revealed.

Guan Jie stood up listlessly and picked up a magazine from the bookshelf by the wall to flip through. The thick, glossy paper was exquisite, each page a masterpiece of photographic beauty, but the content was either about celebrities or the latest fashion. Guan Jie quickly flipped through a few magazines, but finding nothing of interest, he put the magazines back and walked to the French windows.

Although the people in the driveway are all fake, at least they are alive and moving creatures, which is much more vivid than a room full of mannequins and white decorations.

A car with an outdated license plate (license plate number A) drove past in the driveway and stopped at the entrance of the club.

"The latest Porsche sports car, a limited edition, red. Regardless of the price, the owner must be a person of good taste." Guan Jie smiled slightly; this was the most beautiful thing he had seen all day.

The valet parked the car, and the doorman waiting at the entrance immediately opened the heavy glass door. It was the kind of glass where you could see out from the inside but not from the outside.

After the door opened, the doorman lowered his head as a sign of respect for the guest.

"These are the rules set by money," Guan Jie said with a cold smile.

As Chandler wrote, "Money itself has no life, but when money reaches a certain level, it comes to life and sets its own rules." Everything before us is created by money, distinguishing us from the poor.

Just then, a light appeared in Guan Jie's line of sight. Waist-length curly hair was dyed a faint chestnut brown, and a camel-colored sleeveless dress flowed with the light. Everything seemed like a slow-motion movie scene. Guan Jie saw the light gently raise its left wrist and accurately put on sunglasses.

Guan Jie had seen countless women wearing sunglasses. Some had to use both hands to find their faces, while others casually put on sunglasses with one hand. However, almost all of them needed to adjust them twice. It was like a car enthusiast buying a used car; although they liked it, they always felt a little uncomfortable.

The light before me was completely different; it succeeded on the first try, without any hesitation and with remarkable grace.

The valet opened the car door, and Guangmang got into the car at an angle. After the door closed, Guangmang disappeared from Guan Jie's eyes, and the world returned to its original state.