Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

Inside a secluded, top-tier private club in Wangfujing, in the city.

The entire third floor here has been booked by the Nangong Group, with tight security; not even a fly can get in.

In this 500-square-meter high-ceilinged hall, there is no trace of the usual extravagance, only a tranquility and luxury akin to an art palace.

"No, no, no, the stitching on this lace isn't soft enough. Wanqing's temperament is aloof and cold, and this kind of large-area openwork would ruin her elegant and unattainable beauty. Change it to the finest Chantilly lace from France, hand-stitched, with that subtle, matte finish."

Nangong Yao, dressed in a smart silk shirt and holding a baton, looked like a discerning queen, pointing out the rows of wedding dress design drawings in front of her.

Standing in front of her were three blond, blue-eyed European old men.

If people in the fashion industry were here, they would be absolutely stunned. These three are the absolute titans of the global haute couture wedding dress industry, masters whose appointments are so sought after that even European royal families have to wait in line for their weddings.

But now, faced with President Nangong's blank check with no limit, the three masters are as obedient as three tailor apprentices.

"Yes, Ms. Nangong, we'll make the changes immediately."

The master from Milan wiped the sweat from his brow. Although he felt a little embarrassed being directed by a young girl, he couldn't help but feel that she had given him so much.

"And Xiaoxiao's too."

Nangong Yao turned her head and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao, who was idly playing with a military baton, a doting smile appearing on her lips.

"Xiaoxiao is a former soldier, and she has a wild side. Those long, flowing skirts don't suit her. I'll design a short wedding dress for her, shorter in the front and longer in the back, with a fitted waist and a skirt made of the lightest, most airy tulle. I want her to walk like a Valkyrie with the wind at her side."

"As for mine..." A hint of extremely confident pride flashed in Nangong Yao's eyes.

"I want the most flamboyant, luxurious, and commanding main dress. Use those top-quality South African red diamonds. I want him to be completely mesmerized the moment he sees me."

This "custom-made wedding dress project," which can be described as insane, lasted for a full two weeks.

Money has become a meaningless number here.

In her search for the perfect silk thread, Nangong Yao even bought a century-old Italian textile factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

For the diamonds and gemstones adorning the wedding dress, she directly utilized the mining resources of the Nangong Group in Africa, using private jets to airlift the rough stones to Belgium for cutting.

When these three wedding dresses, which combined the world's top craftsmanship, the most luxurious materials, and the most exquisite designs, were finally completed, they were hung in front of the club's huge crystal dressing mirror.

Even these three design masters, who are used to grand occasions, couldn't help but tear up, as if they were seeing the most proud work of their lives.

……

On the day I tried it on, it was drizzling.

Liu Ming was mysteriously led to the club by Nangong Yao. As soon as he entered, several assistants blindfolded him and pressed him down onto a large Italian leather sofa.

"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive?"

Liu Ming touched the silk scarf over her eyes with a hint of helplessness, but a indulgent smile played on her lips.

"Don't peek! If you do, you'll never be allowed in my bed again!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's clear voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of barely concealed nervousness and excitement.

"Wait patiently for five minutes."

This was Xi Wanqing's voice, clear and cold with a barely perceptible tremor. Clearly, even this usually composed female judge, who remained unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was now tense.

Five minutes should have been a fleeting moment for someone like Liu Ming, who had waited for snipers amidst piles of corpses.

But at this moment, listening to the slight rustling of fabrics around him and the woman's suppressed breathing, he felt that time was passing more than a century.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

"alright."

Nangong Yao's voice rang in my ears, carrying a seductive, queen-like pride.

"My great hero, open your eyes and look at your spoils!"

The blindfold was gently pulled off.

The sudden light made Liu Ming squint slightly, but when his gaze refocused on the three figures, this man, who had once faced an army of millions without flinching, was completely stunned, like a fool struck by lightning.

Beautiful. So beautiful that it transcends the limits of language, so beautiful that it even gives one a sense of suffocation.

Lin Xiaoxiao is standing on the far left.

The starry-sky-patterned dress, shorter in the front and longer in the back, perfectly showcased her long, slender legs—legs honed through years of training, exuding both explosive power and exquisite proportions. Countless tiny blue diamonds adorned the hem, shimmering subtly with her breath. She was like an elven warrior spirit leaping from the Milky Way, her wild, youthful energy possessing a fatal attraction.

Xi Wanqing is in the middle.

A pure white, snow-white lace wedding dress clung tightly to her slender waist. The large expanse of matte lace accentuated her cool, pure, and unapproachable aura to the fullest.

She wore no elaborate jewelry, only a teardrop-shaped South Sea pearl adorning her collarbone. Standing there, she resembled the purest lotus flower atop a snow-capped mountain, inspiring awe and a desire to profane her.

Standing on the far right, Nangong Yao was a blazing fire.

The fiery red main dress, with its three-meter-long train, was the epitome of luxury. Countless exquisite red diamonds were cleverly inlaid in the folds of the skirt, refracting a dazzling crimson light under the crystal chandelier.

Her impressive cleavage was subtly revealed by the deep V-neck cut, complementing her stunningly beautiful face.

She was a demon, a peerless enchantress who could make emperors neglect their morning court duties.

Three people, three completely different kinds of ultimate beauty. At this moment, in front of this man, they bloomed without reservation.

"Gulp."

In the quiet hall, the sound of Liu Ming swallowing saliva could be clearly heard.

It's not that he's never seen a beautiful woman before.

But these three women were not only beautiful, but their souls had long been intertwined with his. Seeing them dressed up in wedding gowns and adorned for him, the dual visual and psychological impact instantly shattered Liu Ming's proud composure.

"What? Are you stunned? You can't even speak?"

Nangong Yao lifted her skirt and walked up to him in her twelve-centimeter heels. She stretched out her slender fingers and lifted his chin, her eyes gleaming. "This is a battle robe that I, the CEO, spent hundreds of millions to buy. If you dare to say 'no,' I'll divorce you right now."

"Master, which one do you think looks better?"

Lin Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she stomped her feet, her face turning as red as an apple.

Although Xi Wanqing didn't speak, her eyes, which were fixed on Liu Ming, were filled with anticipation.

Liu Ming took a deep breath. He slowly stood up.

He did not answer the question that could have sparked a world war.

He simply stepped forward, stretched out his long arms, and with an extremely domineering yet tender-to-the-bone posture, embraced all three women simultaneously into his broad arms.

At that moment, the scents of various top-quality perfumes mingled with the woman's natural fragrance, intensely stimulating his senses.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse, yet it revealed an arrogance and deep affection that would make heaven and earth envious.

"In my life, I, Liu Ming, have never lost a battle, nor have I ever bowed my head to anyone."

But today, I admit defeat.

He pulled his arms closer, feeling the three trembling, hot bodies in his arms.

"I can marry you."

"I am the happiest man in the world."