Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Here Comes the Bride

The studio.

On the first day of work, Xue Man gave everyone a red envelope before starting the meeting. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

She then briefed them on the work for the coming month.

After Lin Zhiyi returned to her seat, she sent a message to Liu He, urging her to make sure she had breakfast.

Liu He replied soon after.

"Today I met a new female doctor, she’s really nice. After talking to her, I don’t feel as down anymore. Don’t worry about me. It’s just that my uncle is getting harder to deceive. He saw that I wasn’t returning home and said he would come up to the mountain to get me."

"It won’t be long."

After replying to Liu He, Lin Zhiyi felt a bit puzzled.

Wasn’t Li Huan’s friend male?

Why was there now a female doctor?

Regardless, it was good that Liu He was okay. She’d treat Li Huan to a meal some other day.

Lin Zhiyi had just put her phone down when the ringtone sounded again, still an unfamiliar number.

Upon answering the call, He Yao’s rough, oppressive voice came through.

"This afternoon, come and try on the wedding dress."

It was not a discussion, just a notification.

"Mr. He..."

Beep beep beep.

He Yao had hung up abruptly and then sent an address.

Lin Zhiyi clicked on the address and was slightly taken aback. She hadn’t expected He Yao to be willing to spend so much money, booking a wedding dress in such an expensive place.

It seemed someone couldn’t wait and was eager to have her marry He Yao.

After a moment’s thought, Lin Zhiyi sent back an acknowledgment.

In the afternoon, she went to ask Xue Man for time off, and Xue Man granted her half a day without any trouble.

Lin Zhiyi took a taxi to the bridal shop.

Unexpectedly, she ran into someone she knew.

Sang Ran exclaimed with both surprise and delight, "Zhiyi? What are you doing here?"

Lin Zhiyi turned around and saw Sang Ran holding Gong Chen’s hand as they got out of the car, accompanied by Wen Qing and Sang Li.

She hesitated for a few seconds before she figured it out.

In just over a month, Gong Chen and Sang Ran were to be married.

Compared to the previous wedding of Gong Chen and Song Wanqiu, Sang Ran’s wedding was kept under wraps.

But according to online paparazzi digging deep, everything Gong Chen gave Sang Ran was the best, and the lack of ostentation was only because Sang Ran liked surprises.

Who the true love was became quite evident.

Lin Zhiyi regained her composure and was about to speak when a voice as rough as sandpaper behind her made her body tense up.

"Miss Sang, she’s here to try on a wedding dress too. Since we’re all here by coincidence, let’s do this together."

The speaker was He Yao.

He stepped forward briskly and grabbed Lin Zhiyi’s wrist.

Lin Zhiyi nearly cried out in pain. She had always thought Gong Chen’s strength was frightening.

But she hadn’t realized He Yao’s grip was even stronger.

Without giving her a chance to struggle, He Yao glanced at Mrs. He following with sunglasses behind him.

Mrs. He immediately came forward familiarly, "Yes, since you’re all here, let’s consult with each other. We plan to hold the wedding three days from now; I’ve already booked the hotel."

"So soon?" Sang Ran gasped in surprise, constantly giving Lin Zhiyi meaningful looks, thinking that she was being too hasty.

Lin Zhiyi saw it but pretended not to.

Because the person forcing her to marry He Yao was her own aunt on her left side.

Seeing Lin Zhiyi’s silence, He Yao forcibly pulled her to his side, "As long as she’s willing, that’s enough."

Sang Ran pursed her lips, about to speak when Wen Qing patted her hand, "It’s nothing strange if they are passionately in love and want to get married early. Aren’t you and Third Young Master just as anxious to get married tomorrow?"

"Aunt! Don’t talk nonsense," Sang Ran’s cheeks turned red.

"Now you’re shy. If Third Young Master weren’t eager, why would he postpone work to accompany you to choose a wedding dress?" Wen Qing emphasized.

Sang Ran lifted her eyes to look at Gong Chen, her face full of happiness.

At the same time, He Yao’s fingers tightened, as if intending to break Lin Zhiyi’s arm.