Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 72 - Wedding Dress (including ShaoQing)
Chapter 72: Wedding Dress (including ShaoQing)
[You're being dirty-minded! And I already have the evidence!!]
[What did I just hear?? Did I suddenly get on the ride!? And it's speeding!]
[Hahahahaha, I'm still a child, and I don't understand any of this!]
[Unbelievable. Married life really is different. But didn’t Sister Die just graduate from college a year ago? How can a baby like her listen to this kind of stuff [covers ears]]
[Ahhhhh my main takeaway is—Mr. Wen’s voice is insanely sexy!!!]
[They didn’t do anything on their wedding night? As a woman, just seeing Sister Die makes my imaginary third leg react! Mr. Wen, are you impotent?! If so, give him to me!!! [dog head][dog head][dog head]]
[You upstairs—those three dog heads won’t save you from your impending funeral.]
……
The cameraman quickly recovered and turned the camera away, but the selfie stick hit the doorframe with a loud “thunk.”
Wen Liang immediately sat up.
He’s very cranky when woken up—just Chen Die talking in her sleep would make him frown impatiently, let alone two complete strangers barging in.
And when he frowns, he looks downright fierce—like he could leap out of bed and beat someone to a pulp at any moment.
Chen Die was exhausted just thinking about it. She glanced back at the host and cameraman—fortunately, the camera was now pointed outside the room and wouldn’t capture Wen Liang’s freshly woken, wrathful face.
Otherwise, half his face-fanbase would probably abandon him.
She waved her hand, signaling them to wait downstairs for a bit.
Scared stiff by Wen Liang’s expression, the host and cameraman hurriedly retreated downstairs. A few steps down, the host’s voice could be heard soothing viewers in the livestream.
Wen Liang rubbed his temples. “Who are they?”
“It’s a surprise special for the Film Festival—filming the daily lives of the Best Actor and Best Actress winners.” Chen Die scratched his chin like she was coaxing a cat.
Wen Liang, not fully awake yet, reacted slowly. When she scratched his chin, he didn’t respond much—like a lazy cat in a bad mood.
While scratching, Chen Die said, “Why don’t you go back to sleep for a bit, then head to the office later? If you don’t want to be on camera, I’ll let them know. You can just go downstairs and leave without saying anything.”
Wen Liang, eyes still half-closed, replied lazily, “Not going to the office today.”
“Huh? Didn’t you stay up late working last night?”
“I had today planned for going with you to look at wedding dresses,” he raised an eyebrow. “Why else do you think I stayed up so late yesterday?”
Chen Die blinked in surprise. “Wedding dresses?”
It seemed Wen Liang had finally woken up. He swatted her hand away from his chin and instead held it in his own. In a nonchalant tone, he said, “Aren’t you supposed to wear one at the wedding?”
“But now…”
Chen Die glanced downstairs, despairing at the ongoing livestream. “This thing’s gonna last for most of the day… they’re going to be filming everything.”
“Then let them follow,” he said.
She blinked again. “But I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing.”
He smiled. “Let everyone see how you look in a wedding dress. Let them feel how jealous they should be of me. Sounds good.”
For some reason, even though he had just woken up, hadn’t washed his face or brushed his teeth, something about the way he said that made Chen Die’s heart flutter.
Face burning, she quickly got up and headed downstairs.
The host finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chen Die return—she’d nearly thought the whole segment would be scrapped for offending some secretive tycoon.
Not only was the segment saved, but they even got approval to follow the couple to the wedding boutique. The host could already imagine how popular this livestream and later highlight reel would be.
To accommodate the outing, the host and cameraman had arrived in the company’s large executive van.
Thankfully, Wen Liang didn’t object to ditching his luxury car for their van—he boarded silently.
In the car.
Chen Die and Wen Liang sat side by side. The host sat on the opposite side, taking out pre-prepared questions.
They were all industry-related, focused on acting. Chen Die answered them patiently, one by one, while Wen Liang didn’t interrupt—he turned his face toward the window and rested with his eyes closed.
The cameraman aimed the lens steadily at Chen Die, but the livestream chat exploded with fans demanding to see Wen Liang.
But the cameraman didn’t dare move—the man was intimidating just sitting there with his eyes closed, and he was terrified that catching him on camera would anger him and cause the shoot to be called off.
Even the host stayed strictly professional, not daring to steer the questions toward anything “couple-themed.”
It wasn’t until they arrived at the wedding boutique that they finally exhaled in relief.
Wen Liang had booked out the entire shop in advance. The gowns here were designed by one of Chen Die’s favorite designers.
The store was empty of other customers. Staff were already waiting at the entrance. When the couple arrived, they all bowed in unison with practiced smiles: “Welcome.”
“......”
Chen Die was almost spooked by how perfectly synchronized they were.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Emperor and Empress had just returned to court.
The store clerks had already brought out the most exquisite and intricately crafted wedding gowns, lining them up in a neat row for Chen Die to choose from.
The cameraman and host silently retreated to the side, minimizing their presence as much as possible, while the livestream viewers only became more enthusiastic.
Wen Liang’s casual and suggestive comment from that morning had already gone viral, landing on the trending list and drawing even more people into the livestream.
[I’m jealous! What a wedding! This must be the everyday life of a rich heiress and a powerful CEO]
[Ahhh, my WenDie couple has gone from the world’s most tragic to the world’s sweetest!!!]
[Damn! Buy! BUY!! This is my Sister Die’s showtime!!!]
[Aaaaahhh if I had a fairy like Sister Die around, I’d buy her pretty dresses every day too!]
[Those saying ‘pretty little dresses’ probably don’t know this designer’s regular clothes cost over 100,000 yuan, not to mention this kind of time-consuming handmade wedding gown with a long train! I’ll probably never make enough money in my life to buy even one for Sister Die, sob sob.]
……
Chen Die was also speechless in the face of these gowns.
They were just too beautiful.
She carefully examined each one and already had a favorite in mind. She turned to Wen Liang and asked, “Which one do you think looks the best?”
Wen Liang pointed to the one on the far right, and surprisingly even gave an opinion: “This one.”
Chen Die looked over.
Sure enough, their tastes were different. That dress was beautiful too, but she clearly preferred some of the others.
She didn’t want to try that one on first, so she pressed again: “Besides that one?”
Wen Liang pointed to another one.
Chen Die: “......”
She stared at the dresses he picked for a few seconds and suddenly realized something.
The reason he picked those two was clearly because they weren’t low-cut—both had a ring of white feathers around the chest area, covering everything from the collarbone down.
And the reason she didn’t like them as much… was exactly the same.
She rolled her eyes and told the clerk, “Those two he mentioned—don’t need them.”
The clerk hesitated and looked toward Wen Liang, unsure: “Ah?”
Luckily, she quickly got the message and waved for those two dresses to be taken away.
Chen Die scanned the options again and finally chose a deep V-neck backless gown. Without even looking back at Wen Liang, she followed the clerk into the fitting room.
The dress had originally been tailored for the typically slim build of actresses, yet it was still slightly loose around her waist. The clerk pinned it for now and said, “Once you've decided, we’ll take your measurements and tailor it accordingly.”
Chen Die: “Okay.”
Her hair was styled, and she was adorned with a matching necklace and accessories.
She stood with her back to the curtain, bathed in light. The curtain slowly opened.
The voluminous skirt spread out in a perfect circle on the floor. A delicate veil laced with sheer fabric traced an elegant line behind her. The back and waist were made of translucent mesh, embellished with handcrafted lace appliqués.
Her spine’s curve was defined, hinting at subtle dimples. Her figure was graceful and balanced—slim waist and rounded hips.
Chen Die turned around, her veil brushing softly, her smile gentle, her eyes bright.
Her shoulders were slender and straight, collarbones deeply defined, a faint cleavage under the V-neckline. Her skin was so fair it glowed, like the smoothest silk.
The cameraman focused on her. The barrage of comments, which had just quieted down, exploded again, all turning into collective screams. From poetic praises like “beauty that shames the moon and flowers” to cruder outbursts like “Holy crap, she’s perfect—I’m done for,” everyone was blown away.
Even the cameraman had to admire her. A professional actress really was different—just that one turn captured on a tablet camera looked like something from a high-end photoshoot.
After filming Chen Die, the camera turned to Wen Liang.
The man was sitting on the sofa with a slight frown, eyes fixed directly on her.
Then he beckoned to her.
Chen Die lifted her dress and walked to him, did a graceful twirl, and tilted her chin like a haughty princess looking down on her realm: “Pretty?”
Wen Liang replied with zero appreciation, scoffing, “What the hell are you wearing?”
“…” Chen Die snorted coldly. “What do you know?”
The clerk beside them remained composed, professionally introducing the gown’s design concept and fine details. The more Chen Die heard, the more she liked it, and soon decided on this one as her main wedding gown.
The clerk measured her and pulled out a notebook: “Alright, we’ll take the waist in a bit. Any other adjustments?”
Chen Die looked at herself in the mirror: “Take in the shoulders a little too.”
“Understood.”
Finally, Wen Liang stood from the sofa and walked over to her. He tugged at the neckline and said blandly, “Raise this part a bit. And add more lace to the back.”
Chen Die: “?”
“No need. Leave everything else as it is,” she said.
The clerk didn’t dare offend either side and stood frozen with her pen, glancing between them.
“Chen Die,” he called.
She looked up: “What?”
“Can you be a little more cooperative? This wedding is for both of us.”
Chen Die righteously replied, “But I’m the one wearing the dress.”
Wen Liang leaned to the side and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You're not wearing it for me to see?”
“I'm wearing it for myself!”
Wen Liang clicked his tongue, his expression darkening slightly. The shop assistant quickly muttered, “I'll let you two discuss it more,” and fled to the side to avoid any fallout.
In reality, there wasn’t any real fallout. Chen Die and Wen Liang bickered constantly. When it came to the little things, Wen Liang was like an immature, possessive little brat—always picking fights for no reason.
If anything, the fact that everyone else cleared out just made it easier for Wen Liang to act up.
He took a step forward. With his broad back, once he stood in front of Chen Die, he completely blocked her from view. The livestream camera could now only see Wen Liang’s back.
He raised his hand and looked down at her with a sly smirk, speaking in a low, mischievous tone by her ear, “If you want to wear something this low-cut, wear it at home later. Or don't wear anything at all. But with that many people at the wedding—no.”
Chen Die couldn’t even argue. Her eyes widened suddenly and her face flushed red.
That bastard…
Taking advantage of being in the blind spot of everyone’s view, he pressed his index finger along the edge of the V-neck of her wedding dress, slowly tracing her cleavage, his nail grazing her skin.
After speaking, he quickly stepped back, his gaze dropping nonchalantly. His expression was mocking and playful—just like a scoundrel.
Then he beckoned the clerk over. “Make the changes I said.”
The clerk glanced at Chen Die, and only after confirming she had no objection did she record the requested alterations.
Chen Die: “......”
In front of this beast, how could she even speak?
She glanced downward and caught sight of a faint red mark—unable to stay there any longer, she immediately turned and rushed into the fitting room.
The livestream viewers, of course, knew nothing about what had just happened. All their attention was on the earlier conversation.
[Hahahahahaha I can't believe this is the vibe between WenDie?? Enemies-to-lovers energy?? I’m shook!]
[Mr. Wen went from devoted and lovesick to wife-obsessed, and now to a jealous little schoolboy [dog head]]
[I could watch them bicker all day!]
[Get me back up, I can still ship them!!!]
While fans didn’t see the shameless thing Wen Liang pulled when they were standing together, after the stream ended, they edited and rewatched the moment the curtain was pulled back and Chen Die appeared in her wedding dress. They even did slow-motion close-ups of Wen Liang’s expression at that moment.
It was obvious—when the curtain opened and Chen Die stood with her back to him, slim waist, perky hips, fair and beautiful back—Wen Liang had been momentarily stunned.
His gaze was soft and steady—totally unlike the “what the hell are you wearing” remark he’d made later.
There was still a lot to prepare for the wedding. Once the main wedding dress and several other outfits were chosen, Chen Die left everything else to Wen Liang. She only showed up when her input was really needed.
By the end of January, Chen Die received a great script and began filming her third project.
Old Master Chen had scheduled her wedding for March, but Chen Die didn’t expect that before her own wedding, she’d have to attend someone else’s wedding.
And the bride and groom? Her best friend—and her brother.
One day, after filming wrapped, Chen Die stopped by the Chen family’s main residence. The Old Master had wanted to talk wedding details for a while, and today she finally had time.
What she didn’t expect was to walk into the living room and see Director Huang sitting there, with Ye Chuqing next to him—and her brother, Chen Shao, standing behind them.
Chen Die paused for a moment and greeted him, “Director Huang.”
Huang Sheng looked serious and not in the mood to smile. He just gave her a small nod.
Chen Die hesitated before sitting down next to Chen Shao, leaning over and whispering, “What’s going on?”
Chen Shao didn’t answer. He just pushed her face away.
Ye Chuqing, sitting across from them, looked helpless, pitiful, and confused all at once as she glanced at Chen Die.
Chen Die mouthed the words What happened?
Ye Chuqing looked despairing, poked her belly with a finger, and said nothing. Chen Die didn’t get it, so she just sat quietly, waiting for the elders to speak.
Old Master Chen began, “Us old folks really can’t keep up with you young people anymore. Let’s set a date quickly—Chuqing’s health can’t afford to delay.”
Director Huang added, “My daughter, when it comes to her love life, has always been careless. I had to press her for a long time before she finally admitted she was dating your grandson. Now that the families have met and agreed, I can rest easy. Otherwise, if word got out, there might be gossip.”
Chen Die: “...”
Huh?
Old Master Chen was cheerful and said, “There’s nothing to gossip about. Young people think differently than we did. Besides, Chuqing is a blessing to our family.”
He leaned forward kindly. “Chuqing, if you don’t mind, you can move in with A-Shao first. We’ll all work together to get the wedding arranged as soon as possible.”
Chen Die: ???
Ye Chuqing tucked her hair behind her ear, stayed silent for a moment, then sighed deeply and slapped the table. With great righteousness, she said, “Fine. I’ll just tell you the truth. Me and Chen Shao—”
Before she could finish, Chen Shao cut her off, unusually serious: “Auntie, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Chuqing and our child…”
Chen Die: ??????????
What child?!
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