My CEO Baby Daddy Keeps Falling for My Tricks-Chapter 849 - 860 Chinese-style wedding?

Lin Lijun looked at the stubborn woman and felt utterly helpless. "We are both of such an age, what personality do you want to maintain? Who exactly are you trying to save face for? Our daughter and son-in-law? Don’t be ridiculous, they would much rather see us living a better life!"

Zhang Hua insisted stubbornly, "No matter what, I can’t go public so soon!" She couldn’t stand the astonished looks from others.

For instance, what would her sister-in-law back home think of her? She would surely call her cheap, right? That woman has such a mean mouth.

And how would her elder brother look at her? Her parents had also said that she upset them so much that they left this world prematurely.

Her brother had always despised him, always gritting his teeth whenever he mentioned him. If he knew they were back together? Would her brother think she was incompetent, hopeless?

He would definitely hate himself for it.

And what would the neighbors think of her? They surely must think she has no appeal, right? That no one other than Lin Lijun would love her.

After all the twists and turns, she’s back in the arms of this man, and he’s already a ’second-hand good’.

Who knows how they would poke at her backbone!

And how would the family of Lin Lijun’s ex-wife view her? They must say she’s a mistress, right?

She used to say vehemently that she would never be with Lin Lijun in this lifetime, reassuring them with her words.

Being with him now, wouldn’t it be like slapping her own face?

She would never do such a thing.

"Hua, we really don’t have to care about others’ stares, we live for ourselves, not for others..." Lin Lijun continued to persuade.

Zhang Hua had already prepared herself mentally, totally ignoring his words. "Don’t bother talking, if you can accept our secret relationship, then we can keep this going. If you are dissatisfied, if you don’t like it, then you can leave right now, go find a younger girl!"

Lin Lijun felt dejected. "You’re not serious, right? You can’t love me so little!"

"That’s my condition!" Zhang Hua pretended to get dressed, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Lin Lijun hurriedly held onto her, saying excitedly, "Don’t, don’t, don’t, what are you doing?"

As he spoke, he seductively touched her body, hoping he could persuade her to stay.

He indeed knew all her sensitive spots, and it didn’t take long to make her gasp lightly again.

Her hands were clenched tightly, forcing herself to gather her spirits. "If you want to continue like this, fine, if not, you can leave now!"

"Fine, fine, fine, everything as you wish!" Lin Lijun said, settling for the next best option.

Afterwards, they finally reached an agreement, to be together!

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Lin Xiangwan was quite happy. "Mom got jealous this time, I guess she and dad might break the ice!"

"Mmm," Qin Muchuan nodded casually.

He wasn’t the kind of man who liked to meddle, especially in his in-laws’ affairs. It wasn’t his place to intervene, was it?

"Hehe, then should we start preparing for the wedding?" Lin Xiangwan suggested earnestly.

Qin Muchuan put down his phone, finally showing some enthusiasm for the topic. "Do you prefer a Chinese-style wedding, or a Western one?"

Previously, there wasn’t much choice, as girls would all dream of wearing a wedding gown and a white veil.

But recently, Chinese-style weddings, as well as Qing Palace-style weddings, have become very popular. He wondered if his wife would like it.

Lin Xiangwan pondered for a moment. "Everyone has Western-style weddings, they seem to lack uniqueness. A Chinese-style one would be nice, I think!"

"Do you really like it yourself, or are you choosing based on your parents’ generation?" Qin Muchuan asked further.

"I really like it!" Lin Xiangwan said excitedly. "Back then, everyone wore bridal gowns, so I thought about wearing one too. But now it’s different, we are people from Z country, Z country people have their own lucky color, how beautiful the red is!"

Qin Muchuan smiled. "Okay, for the Chinese style, do you prefer Qing Dynasty or Han Dynasty?"

Lin Xiangwan thought for a moment. "I like both, but... since both my parents are Manchu, let’s go with the Qing Dynasty, which better suits our ethnic characteristics!"

"Okay!"

In Qin Muchuan’s mind, a certain image appeared, uniquely beautiful and desirable.

"Alright, then I’ll get started on the preparations!" Qin Muchuan said.

"You’re preparing?" Lin Xiangwan looked at him.

"Mmm!"

She wanted to say that she wanted to prepare.

"Mm, lately my mom and dad’s relationship is still not very stable, so what you need to do is foster the bond between the two, right? As for the wedding preparations, let me handle that! It can also be considered an act of filial piety from me..." Qin Muchuan spoke sincerely.

How could Lin Xiangwan deny his words. "Okay!"

"Okay!"

Qin Muchuan moved quickly, and the next day someone came to take Lin Xiangwan’s measurements.

"For me?"

The designer nodded. "Yes, Mr. Qin sent me!"

"But..." Why take her measurements? Shouldn’t they be taking her mother’s?

The designer conveyed Qin Muchuan’s instructions. "Because Miss Lin’s physique is the same as your mother’s, measuring you will do!"

"Right, that makes sense!"

Lin Xiangwan cooperated fully as the designer measured her bust, waist, hips, and leg length.

"Miss Lin, do you have any preferences? Feel free to share them!" the designer asked again.

Lin Xiangwan had no concept of the cheongsam, so she couldn’t really specify anything. "As long as it’s beautiful, that’s fine. Um, something grand but not overly flirtatious. I like the thirties’ style, they’re pretty, but not my favorite. What I love about cheongsams is their dignity and solemnity!"

"Good, I understand what you mean, Miss Lin!" the designer said with clarity.

Lin Xiangwan smiled. "Thank you for understanding my intentions; frankly, I didn’t even know how to express them!"

"Don’t worry, you’ve been very clear and straightforward, I didn’t have to trouble myself at all!"

Lin Xiangwan spoke with concern again. "But having my mother’s cheongsam made to my measurements, will it fit her well? What if it doesn’t fit properly?"

The designer nodded. "Mmm, there indeed might be discrepancies, so it would be proper to take measurements from your mother personally!"

"Mmm, how about this..." Lin Xiangwan had an idea.

Zhang Hua, who was upstairs practicing piano, was interrupted by her daughter’s knock on the door, calling her down to take her measurements.

"Why measure for this?" Zhang Hua asked, not understanding.

Lin Xiangwan smiled sweetly. "Mmm, Muchuan and I are getting married, and of course, mom needs a respectable dress too, right?"

Ha, what an excuse... Isn’t it pretty good?

"You’re holding a wedding?" Zhang Hua asked.

"Yep!"

"Hehe, alright, Mom will definitely cooperate fully!"