CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 379

Fu Youhan and Jiang Moxi left the banquet and went straight to Tianqin Bay.

As soon as Fu Youhan entered, he pinned Jiang Moxi against the door.

Even though his phone had been ringing nonstop since a while ago.

"Maybe you should take the call first?" Jiang Moxi, bothered by the persistent ringing of the phone, pushed against Fu Youhan.

"No, I don’t want to answer anyone’s calls right now."

He just wanted to properly vent the crazy yearning of the past few days and to really assure himself of her presence, to console his wandering heart.

"What if it’s an important call?" Jiang Moxi struggled to push Fu Youhan away, wanting him to calm down first.

"No matter how important it is, it’s not as important as pleasing you. What if you run away again?"

Fu Youhan’s phone kept ringing repeatedly but finally ended with the battery drained, shutting down automatically.

After a night of indulgence, the two slept until noon the next day.

Had it not been for someone waking her up with kisses, Jiang Moxi would have wanted to sleep until the world turned dark.

"What else do you want to do?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to call you for breakfast, then go try on the wedding dress in the afternoon." Fu Youhan leaned forward and kissed Jiang Moxi’s forehead.

Hmm, he really liked how Jiang Moxi looked just after waking up, timid yet softly charming and bullied.

If it wasn’t for trying on the wedding dress this afternoon and rehearsing the details of the wedding, he really wouldn’t want Jiang Moxi to leave this bed.

"We are trying on wedding dresses so soon?" Jiang Moxi squinted, still a bit groggy.

"Our wedding is tomorrow. If not now, should we try it when the wedding begins?"

Jiang Moxi looked at the man’s incredibly gentle face, still somewhat in disbelief that their wedding was really around the corner.

"I don’t have any family, so there’s no need to ask for their consent. But what about you? If you get married to me without their consent, would they agree?"

Fu Youhan hesitated, then said, "You’ve met my mother. She liked you a lot and wanted to set you up with Su Yan, my aunt’s child. Now that you’re with me, she will definitely be happy."

Jiang Moxi recalled the day she mistakenly went to the Fu Family home and was warmly treated by Old Madam Fu, her cheeks blushing slightly.

But then she asked, "What about your father?"

"My father... He will agree! If he doesn’t, I have ways to make him agree." Fu Youhan paused briefly, his eyes suddenly turning a few shades colder.

Seeing Fu Youhan’s expression, Jiang Moxi guessed that his relationship with his father wasn’t good and did not pursue the topic further.

After all, not all who father children are qualified to be parents, just like Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man.

Thus, Jiang Moxi did not intend to compel Fu Youhan to seek his father’s consent and cause unhappiness between them.

Afterward, Jiang Moxi followed Fu Youhan to the dining table for meals.

Today’s breakfast was all of Jiang Moxi’s favorites, and the drink was her beloved strawberry milk.

While Jiang Moxi was enjoying her meal, Fu Youhan’s phone rang several more times.

Fu Youhan picked it up a few times, finding many calls were from Wen You.

Besides that, Wen You had sent quite a few messages over.

"Fu Youhan, my wound is infected, can you come and check on me?"

"I seem to have a fever, feeling unwell all over! Can you just come to see me, please?"

"Why haven’t you come over? Did I do something wrong, or have I made you angry?"

"I saw the news; it said you were successful in your marriage proposal. Are you really getting married?"

But Fu Youhan only glanced at the messages before placing his phone upside down on the table, and started to chat and laugh with Jiang Moxi.

Right now, nothing mattered more than spending time with his fiancée.

*

On the other side, at Fu’s Private Hospital.

Wen You hadn’t slept all night, and her wound had gotten infected, causing her to have a high fever.

During this period, the doctors gave her injections of antibiotics and fever reducers, but nothing seemed to work.

The doctor advised her: "If you want to get better soon, you should really get some sleep. Once you wake up, the inflammation will subside."

But Wen You said, "I can’t sleep!"

The news of Fu Youhan’s proposal to Jiang Moxi was everywhere, stinging her heart like a swarm of hornets. How could she possibly sleep?

"Without rest, no amount of medication will be effective," the doctor insisted, upholding his professional ethics, trying to continue his persuasion.

However, Wen You suddenly picked up a syringe, her gaze cold and venomous as a snake’s as she stared at him: "Keep your prattle up, and I’ll send you to meet Yama Raja."

Knowing Wen You’s unique status, especially upon seeing the needle on the syringe gleaming with a cold edge, the doctor dared not keep advising and quickly left the room.

As soon as the doctor left, Wen You’s icy gaze fell upon the syringe.

"Fu Youhan... you made me fall for you, and then you turn around and marry that Dead Ghost, how is this acceptable!"

Wen You suddenly snapped, breaking off the needle from the syringe, and then dialed a number.

As soon as the person on the other end answered, Wen You spoke directly, her voice as cold as frozen ice: "The plan is moved up to tomorrow."

*

At the bridal shop, as soon as Jiang Moxi and Fu Youhan stepped in, the manager came up to welcome them personally.

"Third Young Master, the wedding dress you ordered has been flown in from Paris."

Fu Youhan nodded slightly, gesturing for them to present the wedding dress to Jiang Moxi.

In fact, the manager had already arranged the dress, and with a press of a remote control, what seemed like a wall turned around to reveal a wedding dress worn by a mannequin, perfectly displayed in front of Jiang Moxi and Fu Youhan.

The off-the-shoulder design, with a slight European court style around the neckline and a perfectly slender waist, the skirt part was grand and voluminous.

What captured the heart most was the diamonds sewn onto the dress, sparkling under the ceiling lights, making the entire dress extraordinarily dazzling, like a fairy’s bridal gown.

Even Jiang Moxi, who had seen plenty of rare treasures, couldn’t help but light up and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart: "So beautiful!"

The manager led Jiang Moxi forward, "Mrs. Fu, this dress won first prize at this year’s Paris wedding dress competition. It was just exhibited two months ago and was immediately purchased by Third Master Fu for 170 million."

"Two months ago?" Jiang Moxi looked at Fu Youhan in surprise.

She had always thought that Fu Youhan’s desire to hold a wedding was impulsive, just to keep her.

But now it seemed that Fu Youhan had prepared for it long in advance.

Fu Youhan returned her gaze, pinching her fair cheek gently, his lips curving into a light smile, without speaking.

And the manager kept speaking, "Every diamond on this wedding dress is real, and they were all hand-sewn one by one, which is why it shines so brilliantly."

After introducing the dress, the manager had someone assist Jiang Moxi in trying on the wedding gown.

The design was exquisite, but putting it on was rather complicated.

When the curtains were drawn again, it was twenty minutes later.

Jiang Moxi was now dressed in the wedding gown, and Fu Youhan had also changed into the matching groom’s attire.

The pure black handmade tuxedo, worn on a tall and lean frame, exuded a unique and noble demeanor.

Such a Fu Youhan, like the stars in the sky, was above all, able to look down upon all beings.

And Jiang Moxi, dressed in the luxurious diamond-studded wedding dress, with her waist-length hair draped over her shoulders and her fair skin showing a jade-like tender luster.

Such a Jiang Moxi, innocent yet bewitching, dazzling and enchanting, was like a fairy who had just mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.

Fu Youhan’s gaze was burning hot as he looked at Jiang Moxi, and quickly he stepped forward and kissed Jiang Moxi’s lips, blatantly declaring his ownership in front of everyone...