Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 192 [End of Main Text]

Shen Guining's award and marriage news quickly became trending topics.

After the person in question stepped down from the stage, he was surrounded by a group of media reporters for interviews.

Microphones and cameras were thrust in front of her in a rush.

"Ms. Shen, are you really married?"

"Is it with Mr. Qu?"

When did you get your marriage certificate? Will you have a wedding?

Will there be any changes in your career plans after marriage?

One question after another overwhelmed Shen Guining, who had to back away until his back was almost pressed against the wall.

The reporters were still pushing their way forward.

She raised her hand to block, "I..."

"Step aside."

Outside the crowd, a clear, low voice suddenly rang out.

A heavy sense of oppression pressed in.

The noise subsided, and everyone instinctively took two steps back.

Qu Yanci strode closer, grasped Shen Guining's wrist, and shielded her behind him. His tone was indifferent, "She is not giving interviews right now, but I can answer."

"Married, legal, any more questions?"

His dark brown eyes were sharp and deep.

The reporter was intimidated by his aura and dared not ask any more questions.

Shen Guining was led out of the crowd and followed Qu Yanci out.

She couldn't help but complain, "Why do they all shut up as soon as you arrive?"

Qu Yanci put his arm around her shoulder, "Because I'm not as easy to bully as you."

Shen Guining pursed her lips.

The driver parked the car at the side entrance of the venue and waited.

There are many people at the main entrance, making it difficult for vehicles to pass.

As soon as she got in the car, Shen Guining saw a large bouquet of roses on the back seat, probably over a hundred.

The deep red petals unfold layer upon layer, their color vibrant, and the stamens exude a rich, delicate fragrance.

His flowers were never absent from any performance.

Why did you buy such a big bouquet?

Qu Yanci closed the car door. "To celebrate my wife winning the award, we should do it in a grand way."

Shen Guining's ears always turn red when he calls her "wife".

She muttered, "How do you know I can win an award?"

"Of course." Qu Yanci never doubted her abilities.

The car didn't head towards the apartment.

Shen Guining asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"I've made an appointment with a designer to choose a wedding dress."

"So fast."

"It won't be fast; the production time for custom orders is at least six months."

Amidst the heated online discussions, the couple calmly discussed wedding dress details with the designer at the store.

Mila, a renowned Italian designer, has designed wedding dresses for numerous political figures and celebrities. She creates unique wedding dress styles tailored to the individual characteristics of each bride.

"We'll design rose petals on the chest area, diamonds inlaid on the skirt pattern, three-dimensional lace outlining embossed patterns, and a few crystal butterflies to adorn the train..." Clearly, she had learned about Shen Guining's preferences beforehand.

After explaining her initial design ideas, Mila asked, "Do you think it's okay?"

It perfectly matches Shen Guining's aesthetic. She nodded, "Okay, but the skirt doesn't need to be too long."

With her build, I'm afraid she couldn't pull off such a heavy wedding dress.

"Understood." Mila smiled. "Then let me take your measurements."

Shen Guining put down her water glass. "Okay."

In addition to the main wedding dress, several other gowns were also finalized.

Two hours passed without us realizing it.

After exchanging contact information, Mila said, "Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions. I will also show you the design drafts as soon as they are completed."

Shen Guining: "Okay, thank you."

“It’s my pleasure.” Mila looked at the man on the sofa. “Mr. Qu, you’ve kept me waiting.”

She has hosted many newlywed couples, but the husbands usually lose patience after half an hour, constantly answering phone calls or replying to messages. Men like Mr. Qu, who stay with her the whole time and don't give her any perfunctory treatment, are very rare.

Qu Yanci picked up Shen Guining's bag and stood up from the sofa. "Let's go."

Shen Guining took his arm.

It's raining outside right now.

The weather can change in an instant; it was scorching hot not long ago.

The summer rain came in torrents, pattering and splashing as it washed over the road, water droplets flying and creating ripples.

It's crowded on rainy days, and cars can't get through.

Qu Yanci called his driver to bring an umbrella to the mall entrance.

Shen Guining breathed in the damp air, the coolness seeping into her nose, making her feel exceptionally comfortable.

A few minutes later, the driver jogged over and handed over a black vinyl umbrella.

Qu Yanci spread his arms with one hand and pulled Shen Guining to his side with the other.

The umbrella tilted towards her.

Raindrops pattered on the umbrella.

Shen Guining looked up and suddenly remembered, "This umbrella looks just like the one you gave me back then."

"Really?" Qu Yanci seemed to have forgotten about it.

"Don't you remember? It's on Central Road, Hong Kong Island."

"You mean, the poor crybaby who got caught in the rain?"

He clearly remembered.

Shen Guining had to clarify for herself, "I didn't cry."

Qu Yanci smiled and said, "Yes, I didn't cry."

Judging from his tone, it's hard to tell whether he actually believed it or not.

"You really didn't cry..."

Under the rain, two figures walked away hand in hand.

From childhood to adulthood, Shen Guining received very little love.

Before meeting Qu Yanci, she could say she didn't understand "love".

If you ask her now what the definition of "love" is, she will answer:
Love is emotional attachment, soul resonance, and physical and mental harmony.

Love is the umbrella that always leans towards her.

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