Mrs. Nalan laughed loudly: "You know me too well, my dear son. Let me tell you, I've been pondering what clothes to customize for our bride that would look nice, what jewelry to buy that's beautiful, and what breakfast to make to suit her taste tomorrow..."
Nalan Ye Jue stopped her from continuing: "None of that needs to be considered. Clothes, jewelry, daily life, everything about her, I will personally arrange."
Mrs. Nalan sighed: "You're overdoing it, but I also want to be good to the bride! I want to spoil her too!"
Nalan Ye Jue: "She's my bride, not yours."
Mrs. Nalan: "..." Defeated by her son.
Nalan Ye Jue: "I'm going to the lounge to see her."
Mrs. Nalan stopped him: "No, the ceremony is about to start, and the groom and bride can't meet at this time, or it's considered unlucky."
Nalan Ye Jue furrowed his brow slightly.
Today, he had already heard the word 'unlucky' twice, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
