Chapter 78: What Kind of Wedding Do You Want?

And he looks completely different without glasses versus with glasses.

He's handsome without them, and handsome with them.

Without them, he appears even more handsome and fresh.

Not like a thirty‑one‑year‑old man.

At most twenty‑five.

With glasses… he gains a few extra touches of a king's fierce aura and coolness, making people feel awe.

He's truly flawless in his handsomeness; she would call that face a divine visage.

Song Huan Yan herself studies acting, and has seen many drama students and performers.

Some performers are only suited for the camera.

But Nan Gong Yu is genuinely a divine visage.

"Huan Yan?" Nan Gong Yu's voice snapped Song Huan Yan back to herself.

Song Huan Yan suddenly felt embarrassed; she had actually… been mesmerized.

"Oh." Song Huan Yan said, "It's not a big deal. My company's people have been treating one after another, all showing off their love. So I was just gossiping about that a moment ago."

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow, "Then when I return, I'll treat all your company's staff. You'll have to introduce me properly."

Song Huan Yan didn't expect him to say that.

She had been mesmerized by his face, felt embarrassed, and without much thought just blurted it out.

"I… didn't mean it that way." Song Huan Yan hurriedly said, fearing Nan Gong Yu would misunderstand.

Seeing her like that, Nan Gong Yu chuckled lightly, "Maybe Huan Yan still wants to hide me? That won't do."

Unexplainedly, Song Huan Yan's beautiful face began to flush slightly.

He took off his glasses and didn't put them back on.

He spoke to her just like that.

For some reason, she started to overthink.

She didn't know which book she had read before.

The book said that when a glasses‑wearer removes them while chatting, it means… they want to be a bit closer to the person they're talking to.

"I…" Song Huan Yan didn't know what to say.

Nan Gong Yu seemed to notice her embarrassment, pressed his lips together, and asked proactively, "When I return, should I be introduced to your company's staff?"

Song Huan Yan was stunned for two seconds, then said, "Okay."

After speaking, she suddenly added, "Definitely."

She didn't know why she felt the need to add that sentence.

It's just… suddenly… a bit inexplicable…

Nan Gong Yu fell silent, just staring at her.

Song Huan Yan still didn't know what to say; she felt she had… killed the conversation again.

No, she needs to find a topic.

She can't let Nan Gong Yu always take the initiative; she should…

Song Huan Yan thought hard, but before she could, Nan Gong Yu suddenly said, "Huan Yan, what kind of wedding do you want? Chinese style or Western?"

Song Huan Yan, who was racking her brain for an interesting topic, was stunned.

A wedding…

She hadn't even thought about it!

Seems like she can't pick up the thread again?

"I… whatever is fine." Song Huan Yan said.

Hearing that, Nan Gong Yu knew she hadn't considered it.

Nan Gong Yu suggested, "How about a blend of East and West? Use a wedding dress for the ceremony, then switch to Chinese attire for the toast. Is that okay?"

Song Huan Yan looked at the steady, composed man on the screen and thought the proposal was quite nice.

Unexplainedly, it seemed to match her wishes.

But why did he suddenly bring up a wedding?

"Okay." Song Huan Yan nodded, "We'll go with your decision."

Nan Gong Yu said, "Alright, then the wedding photos will also combine East and West."

Song Huan Yan's eyes slightly lifted; wedding photos…

She knew wedding photos are always taken very intimately, sweetly.

"Okay." Song Huan Yan could only nod, though she unintentionally showed a smile.

Nan Gong Yu's mouth softened a bit, "Hmm, then we'll arrange it that way."

Song Huan Yan, approving, asked, "Hmm… do you need me to help?"

"These will be sent to you first for you to look over; once you have no issues we'll confirm. If you have any suggestions, just say them. Everything will be done according to your wishes."

Song Huan Yan stared at him for a while, then said, "Okay. Thank you, Lord Nan."

The two chatted about daily matters, caring about each other's living and diet, then Nan Gong Yu said, "You should rest now."

He even kept a close eye on her rest time.

"Okay." Song Huan Yan lightly bit her lip, "Hang up."

She hung up first.

Her heart, however, inexplicably raced a bit.

What… is this feeling?

She had never imagined that treating each other with respect as guests felt like this.

So peaceful, so stable.

No fierce, sudden, fire‑like passion.

Yet there's an indescribable taste, very pleasant.

Nan Gong Yu snatched the phone, ordering Meng Zhangfeng, "Leave the wedding of me and Huan Yan to you; handle the contacts and preparations."

"Yes." Meng Zhangfeng lowered his head, unable to stop praising Song Huan Yan, "Young Madam is truly obedient and sensible."

Nan Gong Yu's cold face softened with a faint gentle smile, nodding, "Hmm. No noise, no fuss, no demands—truly treating each other with respect as guests, which is extremely pleasant."

No need to think about liking or disliking.

Or rather, the question no longer exists at all.

It has nothing to do with love.

It's just… since we're already husband and wife, every step must be spot‑on.

Meng Zhangfeng watched Nan Gong Yu like that, sighing, "Indeed, the way you and Young Madam interact—even an outsider like me finds it comfortable."

Nan Gong Yu's smile widened, he rose and stepped forward, "Meeting."

"Got it." Meng Zhangfeng followed behind him, still unable to stop praising, "Since you married Young Madam, your condition has improved vastly, truly radiant and full of vigor!"

It even seems the meetings have become more energetic.

Indeed, with such a delightful person at home, which man wouldn't be pleased?

Didn't expect that both are cold‑tempered, yet… there's a different taste to it.

If it feels both present and absent, it instead… tugs the heart even more.

"By the way," Meng Zhangfeng said, "We have five days left before we return to the country; Young Madam has no idea at all, you've hidden it well. When you go back, she'll surely jump up in surprise."

Nan Gong Yu replied, "With her temperament, even surprise won't make her jump up."

Meng Zhangfeng laughed, "Exactly, Young Madam's emotions are also extremely stable."

The next day.

Song Huan Yan didn't expect that Qin Jiao Jiao and Qiao An had just finished their wild spree, and Qin Zi Mo came today to cause a stir again.

He arrived at the office early in the morning, bringing a huge bouquet of Rose.

The kind with nine hundred ninety‑nine blossoms.

And also the crab roe bun that Song Huan Yan used to love eating.

Song Huan Yan frowned, feeling extremely unlucky, looking at him, "What do you mean? Not going to the set? Should I count this as you being absent without leave?"

Qin Zi Mo stepped before her, kneeling on one knee, "Yan Yan, let's make up. It's been over a month; continuing this squabble is truly unnecessary."

Song Huan Yan truly was speechless, saying, "I've told you many times already, do you not understand human speech or don't understand Chinese?"

Qin Zi Mo lowered his eyelids, "I know you still have me in your heart, you're just being temperamental. But after being apart this long, I can't stand it. You may torment me; as long as we make up, I have no objection to any torment you give me."

"I gave you all my money; I can't afford anything fancy. But with that sum, buy whatever you want. Everything of mine was always meant to be yours."

"Yan Yan, I beg you. If this continues I'll really go mad! I… I miss you so, so much."

Qin Zi Mo lifted his gaze toward Song Huan Yan, his eyes reddening, tears falling, choking, "You don't know, since we broke up I haven't had a single good night's sleep; every second I miss you, I'm in agony. If this keeps up, I'll collapse."

What Qin Zi Mo said isn't entirely false.

He truly does miss Song Huan Yan, and indeed recalls the happy, blissful days they once had.

And he is genuinely moved by everything Song Huan Yan gave him.

But…

He's probably the type who wants everything—both, and all of it!

He thinks of Song Huan Yan's good qualities, yet also hates her "bad" side.

Such inner conflict is nothing but greed, wanting everything perfect, everything to suit his wishes.

Hearing his words, Song Huan Yan sneered.

Not a single good night's sleep?

You're kidding.

It must be that you're partying night after night with Qiao An.

Song Huan Yan said, "I'll say it again. We're now in a superior‑subordinate and business relationship. Reconciliation only if I die, understand? Get lost. Qin Zi Mo, this time I'm ending it here; if you keep harassing me, talking about making up, then I'm canceling everything you have now. Afterwards I'll shelve you until the contract expires. Got it?"

Qin Zi Mo was rejected again.

His eyes were even redder, and he was angry.

He couldn't control his emotions.

Standing up he said, "Song Huan Yan, do you really think you're impressive?"

Song Huan Yan was momentarily stunned, her face cold, extremely impatient, yet gave no answer.

She didn't want to go back and forth with him, the same circular talk repeated.

Qin Zi Mo, knowing her temperament, also sneered.

With red eyes, tears falling, he sneered coldly.

"You're impressive. As a Song Family Heiress, of course. But Song Huan Yan, I tell you, with that personality, no man would like you! I've accommodated you in every way, cherished you, begged you, yet you constantly humiliate me."

"Fine. Since you don't cherish any past feelings, I'm not interested either! I've been a damn spineless bastard enough. I don't want to be one any more! Whoever the hell wants to be one, be it."

"That Leng Jian Yue, right? Fine. I'll see how long he can stay a spineless coward! Song Huan Yan, you're destined to have no man in this life, you've got what you deserve!"

While saying that, he was so angry he smashed the crab roe bun onto the floor.

Song Huan Yan was a little surprised.

He actually dared…

To stomp his foot right in front of her.

Not groveling anymore?

In this situation, there are only two reasons.

Emotional and personality issues: impulsive, quick‑tempered, and speaking without thinking.

Otherwise, they must have a trump card in hand.

Or an unprecedented trump card.

So they became tough.

Song Huan Yan slowly raised an eyebrow, "Qiao An?"

Could it be that Qiao An's Marriage Alliance partner is indeed very powerful.

The two are again playing this kind of "eating the last household" game.

Can't eat her.

Can still go after Qiao An's side?

Otherwise, where would Qin Zi Mo get the courage to scold her like that?

Song Huan Yan remained unfazed, "Finished speaking? If you're done, get lost."

Qin Zi Mo was indeed tough.

Song Huan Yan's guess was not wrong at all.

Because of Qiao An.

He has another path to take, so of course he's tough.

He originally did come to seek reconciliation, thinking to be a bit more forceful this time.

Who would have known, Song Huan Yan wasn't soft at all, looking as if there was no conversation possible.

In the end, it still angered him.

Because he had a trump card and was angered, he said those words.

Qin Zi Mo glared at her with hatred, feeling like a punch landing on cotton, inhaled deeply, "Fine. After four or five years our relationship has become like this, Song Huan Yan, you're a talent. You've been playing me from start to finish! I don't mind either. Do whatever you want. Block me, hide me, whatever you like!"

"Do you really think I have to beg you? Don't be so self‑righteous. In the future, you'd better not come crying, begging me to reconcile, begging me to marry you!"

Leaving those words, Qin Zi Mo turned and strode away.

Song Huan Yan was stunned.

How could someone be so brazen?

It seems Qiao An's Marriage Alliance partner is indeed awesome, so awesome that even Qin Zi Mo dares such arrogance.