Li Yuan sat in a regal throne-like chair in a hall filled with gowns embedded in jewels from the finest of threads from every corner of the globe. Every one of them had awe-worthy beauty. They were selected by the renowned stylists and crafted by the finest of the designer.
It was the wedding gift he had prepared for 'her'.
On the table, by his throne was the paper of ownership. When he had heard she wanted to see his residence. He had named it after her.
After the renovation, he wanted to give this Mansion to her on their Honeymoon. He snorted and downed another glass of red wine.
He had drunk more in the morning than he had in the last week.
Today it called or it.
It was the fourth of the month. Tomorrow was his wedding. The wedding dress standing all prideful in front of him was like a slap on his face and it stung, making him narrow his eyes and sneer.
It was delivered just today an hour ago.
