CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: SURROUNDED BY THE PRESSURE TO GET MARRIED (3)

[Master, you don’t need to worry about anything. We’ve got everything arranged perfectly for you. How about coming by for a quick inspection on the opening ceremony this weekend?]

[I know you don’t like meeting people, so we’ve reserved the VIP exhibit room. Could you spare 5 minutes to appear and make the VIP fans happy?]

[Master? Please reply and show some love...]

Qin Xin had a headache.

She had only been gone for a month, and even her most honest apprentice had learned to act cute.

She replied succinctly with a few words: [Save two VIP tickets.]

The honest badge-wearing guy quickly replied: [Master! I’m here! I’ll personally come to pick you up if you don’t need the VIP tickets...]

Qin Xin: [For friends.] Are you dumb or what?

The honest badge-wearing guy: [Oh. Master, are you not coming then?]

Qin Xin: [Busy.]

The honest badge-wearing guy: [Master, let me attend to you! Are you busy designing new styles lately? Master? Master? Dear Master?... Uh, please reply and show some love...]

However.

Qin Xin had already lifted her head and turned off her phone screen.

She met Song Anjing’s eyes, as innocent as a deer’s: "What did you just ask me?"

Song Anjing: "Xinxin, shall we sneak a peek at the exhibition setup by the Q King in the small hall?

Qin Xin’s eyebrows slightly raised: "Finished studying today?"

Song Anjing had a bitter face, her small hands tugging at Qin Xin’s arm, shaking it: "Xinxin... I’ve studied for a full three hours during evening self-study, please let my little eyes rest for a bit..."

When a girl pleaded like that, Qin Xin’s heart softened, helpless: "Alright... then."

Song Anjing and the 190-pound whimpering creature cheered in unison, surrounding Qin Xin as they walked toward the small hall.

Perhaps the wind at night was strong, Qin Xin specifically pulled down the hood of her school uniform, covering most of her face.

Inside the small hall, it was brightly lit.

The usually strict student activity hall was now decorated magnificently.

Crystal lamps, white roses, and cedar, white tulle and white balloons, white feathers... it was practically a snowy wonderland.

Several dresses were staggered elegantly, trailing on the "snow" floor.

Possessing a kind of ethereal beauty, untouched by the mundane.

"So dreamy... I want a wedding like this too." Song Anjing’s eyes were glued.

"I wonder what better things are displayed in the VIP room..." the 190-pound whimpering creature yearned, "Someday if I strive hard, maybe I can buy a set when proposing to my wife."

Song Anjing: "Yeah, dream on. We can’t even see the good stuff in the VIP room, and you’re dreaming of buying it? Do you know how much these dresses cost per piece?"

"How much?"

"Starting from ten million. And that’s only if the Q King is willing to sell."

"Hiss..."

"As for the good stuff in the VIP room, it’s definitely the Q King’s latest designs. Maybe they don’t even need models but have top actresses standing in! Your goddess Shen Bixue will definitely fight to be there."

"..." The 190-pound whimpering creature seemed deflated, like a punctured ball.

"The gap between people is immense, alas, reality is cruel," he concluded.

"I’m not greedy, I’d just be satisfied with a glimpse of the VIP room’s good stuff." Song Anjing sighed.

Qin Xin frowned, glancing around the exhibition room with little interest: "Nothing much to see, let’s go."

Whose idea was this pigheaded personal exhibition theme.

A fantasy wedding?

Damn, it seems like it’s not enough stress for her already, the air is filled with the pressure to get married everywhere?!