Qin Xiaolan stuck out her tongue. "Jeez, Mom, you’re being too ruthless. Don’t you know my sister was the provincial top scholar? That’s too high a bar. I could study until all my hair fell out and still not make it."

Sun Li scolded with a laugh, "Get out of here! Who said you had to be the top scholar? Never mind your hair falling out—even if your dad and I went bald, you still wouldn’t make it. But you do have to work hard and get into a university in North City!"

In those days, getting into a university in North City was quite an achievement.

Qin Xiaolan immediately saluted. "Yes, ma’am! I’ll give it my all! Hehe, my sister gave me a ton of her notes. They’re basically holy grails."

Watching his happy wife and daughter, Qin Bogang sighed again.

’Oh, well. If my wife says we’re going, then we’re going,’ he thought. ’Once we get to North City, I’ll have to have a serious talk with Zhong Hui. No matter what their faults, they’re still the parents who gave birth to them and raised them...’

**

This newly opened bridal shop in North City rarely had customers. After all, in this day and age, it wasn’t yet fashionable to get married in a Western-style wedding dress. Most people still opted for traditional red Chinese wedding attire.

Du Liya, however, insisted on having both Chinese and Western-style outfits, so she had dragged Qin Jiao along to try on wedding dresses.

’In my past life, I never wore a wedding dress, or even a proper wedding outfit,’ Qin Jiao thought. ’The ceremony was incredibly perfunctory. Later, on the day I registered my marriage with Shen Yi, we even got into a huge fight.’

’And in this life, I’m actually marrying him again.’ Qin Jiao stared at her reflection in the mirror, momentarily dazed.

"Jiao Jiao, you’re beautiful," said Shen Yi. He was wearing a wedding outfit styled after a tunic suit. He was already handsome to begin with, having inherited the best features of both Du Liya and Shen Zhengfeng, but the suit made him look even more striking.

There were two men’s wedding suits, both in the tunic style. One was red and the other black. Both were exquisite and quite pricey.

In Du Liya’s words, as long as it was the right choice, the price didn’t matter.

Then, with a grand wave of her hand, she had picked the most expensive options.

Qin Jiao tugged at the hem of her dress, wanting to change out of it, but Shen Yi took her hand. "Jiao Jiao, I’m sorry it took so long for you to finally wear a wedding dress."

’You should have been this beautiful in our last life.’

’This is getting too intimate,’ Qin Jiao thought. ’It’s supposed to be a fake marriage, but this is making it feel real.’

She glanced around. "Where are Aunt Du and the others?"

"You really want to know? Then come with me."

Du Liya had said she wanted to see how the dress fit, so Qin Jiao had no choice but to follow. She lifted the hem with one hand and covered her chest with the other... after all, it was a strapless gown.

She followed Shen Yi toward the changing rooms.

The dress was long, and Shen Yi, worried she might fall, steadied her by the arm. He glanced at the hand covering her chest and chuckled. "No need to cover up. It’s not like they’re that big, anyway."

Qin Jiao: "...!!!"

She nearly tripped over the hem of her own dress!

"Shen Yi!"

"No, wait. It’s *because* they’re not big that you have to cover them."

Qin Jiao had already decided to kick him; she was just debating whether to lead with her left or right foot. But at that exact moment, she saw Du Liya, who had also changed into a wedding dress. She had a fantastic figure and was able to pull off the notoriously unforgiving gown.

But that wasn’t the main point. The main point was that Du Liya and Beidou were over there, kissing as if no one else in the world existed.

Qin Jiao: "..."

She shot Shen Yi a vicious glare. A wide grin spread across his face. Before Qin Jiao could completely lose her temper, he quickly steadied her and led her back the way they came.