She looked really beautiful in the wedding dress, of course, it was for him to see.
Otherwise, he'd just want to destroy it.
"If you wear it for me, I'll keep it," Fu Nancheng spoke again.
"This one really isn't for me… it's two sizes too big, doesn't fit at all," Qiao Mo spoke again.
But Fu Nancheng wouldn't listen to her explanation, snatched the dress, and pretended to tear it.
Qiao Mo shivered, any sense of dignity vanished: "I'll wear it… I'll wear it!"
He snorted coldly, then tossed the dress onto the table, turned, and walked out of the workroom: "Come out to eat."
Qiao Mo made a big face at his back, packed up her things, and went out to eat something.
Fu Nancheng made two dishes and a soup, because after rummaging through the fridge, he found she mostly had noodles, hardly any other ingredients.
He was afraid if he went out to buy more she'd get too hungry, her stomach uncomfortable. So, he made do with what he had.
