Chapter 1728 - The Same Birthmark (Part Twenty-five)

Chapter 1728: The Same Birthmark (Part Twenty-five) Qian Yikun booked an appointment with the bridal boutique on the phone in the morning. To receive Qian Yikun, the bridal boutique closed for the day.
Therefore, when they arrived, only the staff were in the bridal boutique.
However, when it came to this thing called the wedding gown, Mo Fei truly did not have much thought on it. In her eyes, it was just troublesome.
The staff brought the wedding gowns made in the latest trends over. Mo Fei was not interested in any of this.
Qian Yikun turned around and looked at the bored Mo Fei.
You don’t like it?

Mo Fei lifted her gaze but her expression was unreadable.

Anything is fine.
Mo Fei lowered her head and continued to play mobile games.
Qian Yikun walked over and snatched her phone. Mo Fei looked up and glared at him. In response to that, he tucked the phone neatly into his pocket and said,
No matter what you’re planning to do, you have to look dazzling that day, don’t you?

As Qian Yijun spoke, he inched closer to Mo Fei.
Reading between the lines was a pattern that they had developed when talking to each other recently, so it was not surprising that he would say that.
Mo Fei glanced at him briefly and pushed him away before standing up to pick out her wedding dress.
Qian Yikun straightened his back and looked at the woman who had turned around to leave. ‘Mo Fei, I don’t care what you want to do. I just want to make sure that you stay alive and well.’
Mo Fei had chosen a low-cut wedding dress. Qian Yikun rejected it directly due to that low cut at her waist. Just who was she thinking about revealing her back to?
Mo Fei turned around and looked at Qian Yikun.
Didn’t you ask me to choose?


Letting you choose doesn’t mean I’ll agree with your choice.
Qian Yikun handed the wedding gown to the staff and picked up a wedding gown with a covered tube top and long sleeves.

…
Mo Fei was speechless.

Bro, is this a nun’s wedding dress?
She asked in disbelief. She did not expect Qian Yikun to have such a taste. This man probably needed help, did he not?
Qian Yikun put the clothes in front of her.
It looks good. Go and try it.


Try your a—

Qian Yikun suddenly reached out and pressed down on her lips. He glanced at the staff around him. Could this gangster lady here show some manners?

Go and give it a try. I’m making a call to see if Slippers confessed,
Qian Yikun said as he placed the wedding gown in her hands.
Mo Fei held the wedding gown in her hand and looked up at Qian Yikun. Qian Yikun patted her head before turning to leave.
Mo Fei was convinced that he had told her that on purpose.
That was because she, too, wanted to know if Slippers confessed.
Qian Yikun walked to the door and turned to look at the woman who had entered the changing room. Meanwhile, his call had already been connected.

He didn’t confess. He’s a stubborn person. He won’t admit to anything,
the vice-captain said helplessly.
Qian Yikun retracted his gaze. He knew very well how tough a person’s mouth could be cracked. Mo Fei was the kind of tough nut to crack.

Lock him up first. I’ll go over later,
Qian Yikun said. He turned around and saw Mo Fei, who had just changed into her wedding dress.
Qian Yikun’s eyes lit up. He sized up the woman not far away. She was dressed snugly in her slim-fitting dress. The white satin fabric matched her fair skin perfectly.
‘However…’ Qian Yikun hung up the phone. ‘Too skinny. She’s too skinny.’
After coming out from the fitting room, Mo Fei stood by the mirror and looked at the wedding dress that was wrapped tightly around every inch of her skin—indeed the one true choice of a man afflicted with straight man cancer[1].
Qian Yikun kept his phone and reached out to hold her slender waist.
Not bad.


…
Mo Fei was speechless once more.
Mr. Straight Man, which part of this was good, exactly?
[1] Straight man cancer is a derogatory neologism used by Chinese feminists to describe men who are stubbornly supportive of traditional gender roles and therefore considered sexist and chauvinistic.