On the day Jing Yiren was discharged from the hospital, a large group of stylists and makeup artists, along with the staff delivering clothes, crammed into the ward early in the morning.
They applied a stunningly beautiful and delicate makeup to Jing Yiren. Paired with the sensual, off-the-shoulder crimson wedding dress, the long tail and cuffs of the dress trailed a vibrant red on the floor.
She also wore the phoenix crown that Lu Ming had won in the auction.
It was as if a fairy had descended to the mortal world, there she stood, exquisitely beautiful.
A luxurious car carried Jing Yiren directly to the church.
Because Jing Yiren had just been discharged from the hospital, and Lu Ming did not want her to get too tired, the church had been prepared early. He had also notified everyone in advance.
They were all waiting for Jing Yiren.
Especially Jing Dezhen, who was extremely excited when he found out that his daughter was going to have another wedding.
