Stepping out of the fitting room, Hu Shuzhe's eyes fixed on Michelle and he couldn't help but exaggerate, "Tell me, Michelle, am I the bride or are you? No, no, you can't look this stunning."
Michelle's face turned red as she replied, "You picked this out, so you change it."
Hu Shuzhe giggled and said, "Let's stick with this one. I'll have pride if you look more beautiful, otherwise why would I choose you as my bridesmaid?"
At that moment, Hu Shuzhe's husband glanced at Michelle, his eyes slightly glazed over. A girl as pure and angelic as her truly captivated hearts. Although not particularly handsome, he was not a fickle man. He genuinely liked Hu Shuzhe in college, completely unaware of his family's superior financial standing, and loved her for who she was, not for his looks. Thus, he was exceedingly satisfied with Hu Shuzhe. Therefore, his gaze towards Michelle was solely because her beauty was irresistibly compelling, prompting him to take a few more glances.
