The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 431 - 349

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Chapter 431: Chapter 349

At the beginning of July, Four Directions County had just experienced rain last night, and the air was filled with a humid sultriness.

Rong Zhi looked at the tray held by the servant and rubbed her temples, sighing softly with a rather helpless tone, "Did he ask you to send this?"

The servant nodded, "Yes, Young Master Su said if you can’t wear it, we can help."

Rong Zhi: "..."

She wasn’t so helpless as to not be able to wear a skirt.

She thanked the servant and went to change, and when she came out, Rong Jiazze was already calling her at the door.

"Brother!"

Today was the wedding of Yan Qique and Zishu Ning, and the Yan Mansion was busy from early morning. She had heard the footsteps pass by the door more than ten times.

Rong Zhi opened the door.

Rong Jiazze’s advancing steps suddenly stopped, his eyes glued to her with shock and disbelief.

"...Bro, who told you to wear a skirt?"

Rong Zhi declined the servant’s offer to do her makeup and reluctantly stepped into the seven-centimeter high heels, casually tying up her hair, her long lashes lowered. She spoke softly, "Ask your cousin."

Rong Jiazze: "..."

He circled around her twice, seemingly not having had his fill of admiration. He then turned around and circled her twice again, finally unable to resist reaching out to hug her waist, snuggling close.

"Bro...no, sis, you really look beautiful today!"

Every girl likes hearing she’s beautiful.

But Rong Zhi’s hand paused on the collar, "Too bright?"

Rong Jiazze shook his head, "No, no, it’s just...I don’t know how to describe it. At first glance, it seems ordinary, but when you look closely, it’s stunning!"

"Will I overshadow Zishu Ning?" Rong Zhi completely missed his point, only concerned whether her outfit today stole the spotlight from Zishu Ning.

Since they met at the mall, she often contacts Zishu Ning, occasionally asking her about Four Directions County matters, but mostly to inquire about the blessing around her neck.

Zishu Ning had promised her that after the wedding, she would ask Yan Qique about the blessing removal, but whether it succeeded would need experimentation to verify.

Rong Jiazze blinked in surprise, "No way! You have to trust Brother Su’s taste; he chose this skirt perfectly."

Rong Zhi didn’t feel particularly good or bad, but if Rong Jiazze said it was good, then so be it.

The two didn’t have time to dawdle; after having breakfast together in the front hall, they hurried to the hotel.

The entrance of the Yan Family’s hotel was adorned with numerous flower bouquets, all flown in from R Country early in the morning. Some pink, some purple, the petals glistened with dew, cared for by dedicated staff nearby.

They arrived just in time for the wedding to start.

Rong Zhi pushed open the side door, revealing a sea of flowers even more abundant than downstairs.

Dim purple lighting illuminated the white and purple flowers, layered and arranged in the shape of a spiral staircase, akin to a carefully cultivated garden in the Imperial Palace. In the center of the stage, a piano was set.

A somewhat dim white spotlight shone on it, quietly awaiting the prince to perform for the princess.

The attendant led Rong Zhi and Rong Jiazze to seats off to the side, close to the piano stage. Across from them was another table, almost filled with guests, some of whom Zishu Ning had introduced briefly, while others were unfamiliar. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Once seated, Rong Jiazze pushed the table snacks towards him, surveyed the scene, and asked, "Why haven’t we seen Brother Su?"

Rong Zhi: "I don’t know."

Rong Jiazze popped a nut into his mouth, "Alright then."

He was about to say something else when the piano stage lights suddenly brightened. A man in a dark purple suit was seated at the piano, his presence unnoticed until now.

The wedding site’s main color scheme featured purple roses, mysterious and dignified. Thanks to the Yan Family’s wealth, they could afford such extravagance; otherwise, such spectacle would not be possible without spending billions.