In a photography studio.
Lan Ting was putting on makeup while Lin Chuxue was clipping on her wedding headset. Auntie Lan said embarrassedly, "I didn't want to have a marriage ceremony at first, and we could have just been satisfied with the marriage certificate. However, he insisted on having a ceremony. What a shy thing to say."
"There is nothing that gives a woman more happiness than when she gets married. How can we just rush one out? Auntie, you're a strong businesswoman, and you're afraid of this?" Lin Chuxue laughed.
Auntie Lan laughed bitterly. "But I'm forty years old, and you don't know what kind of people those guests will be when the time comes. You said Zhou Zhen is at least the third leading soldier of the Zhou Family, then his wife should be someone younger. How can it be an old woman like me?"
"Who said you're old?" Lin Chuxue rolled her eyes. "Was it Zhou Zhen who dared to say that about you? I will tell Xu Cheng."
