The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Ye Yuwei sat on the bedside and stared at Xiao Yaojing who somehow managed to look beautiful from every angle. “Honestly, I envy you. You’re finally getting married to the love of your life.”

Xiao Yaojing snickered as she crossed her legs and stared at Ye Yuwei amusedly. “Are you still fighting with your man?”

Ye Yuwei didn’t want to talk about Gu Juexi right now. Her heart clenched in pain when she thought about him.

“Oh yes, where is your wedding dress? I haven’t seen it yet, let me see it.” Ye Yuwei quickly changed the topic, urging Xiao Yaojing to get up and change into her wedding dress.

“As if you’ve never worn one before,” Xiao Yaojing huffed with a grin. She took out the wedding dress from a box on the table and went to the bathroom to change.

Ye Yuwei waited by the door. Yes, she had worn a wedding dress once—a custom-made dress prepared by her mother-in-law.

She had wanted to show it off to Gu Juexi, but he never took a good look at her.

“How are your man’s preparations for the proposal so far?” Xiao Yaojing called from behind the closed door.

Ye Yuwei leaned against the bathroom door, looking up at the ceiling that was plastered with all kinds of wedding ornaments.

“It’s canceled,” Ye Yuwei mumbled flatly.

“You’re kidding,” Xiao Yaojing exclaimed as she opened the door and walked out.

Ye Yuwei straightened and blinked. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped in surprise.

Xiao Yaojing had a curvy and athletic figure that her tulle wedding dress emphasized, giving her an air of purity despite her natural devilish character.

Sure enough, only PA Wen could uncover her ultimate beauty.

The wedding gown was off-shoulder. A transparent white chiffon lace wrapped her shoulder with delicate elves dotted around the edges of the lace which was only noticeable when you took a closer look. From afar, the elves looked like a trail of golden silk threads embedded on the shoulder, providing a stark contrast with her fair complexion.

The gown had a delicately embroidered train at the back. When Xiao Yaojing came out of the bathroom, Ye Yuwei quickly squatted down to help her lift the train and put it on the floor. She stood up in front of Xiao Yaojing, reaching out and grabbing her arms.

“You will surely mesmerize the audience tomorrow, they won’t be able to take their eyes off you,” Ye Yuwei exclaimed excitedly.

This was what marrying the love of your life should look like.

This was a specially customized wedding dress with a hefty price tag. PA Wen could afford it, and he was exceptionally generous for Xiao Yaojing’s sake.

Although PA Wen didn’t give any comments during the wedding planning, it didn’t mean he had no say in this matter. He controlled and scrutinized every detail himself.

Xiao Yaojing rested her hands on Ye Yuwei’s shoulders. “I was forced by my parents to get married from the age of 23, but finally, I got married at the age of 29. I will never regret getting married late, as long as I’m marrying for love.”

Ye Yuwei exchanged glances with Xiao Yaojing. “Just wait until your anniversary. By then you’ll realize that love is worthless in marriage.”

“Oh please, if love is worthless, why did you want to divorce Gu Juexi?” Xiao Yaojing pushed Ye Yuwei away and looked at herself in the mirror. “Do I look fat?”

Love was an essential foundation of marriage, but it was not everything.

The reason for the divorce was because there was no love between them at all.

“The seven-year itch, probably.”

“Drop it, will you? Your tenth anniversary is around the corner, isn’t it?” Xiao Yaojing groaned, looking back at Ye Yuwei again. “If you want to vent your anger, why don’t you just beat him up? Let him taste your punches and kicks; I doubt he would dare fight back.”

Ye Yuwei lifted her head and looked at the happy bride-to-be. Xiao Yaojing could definitely do it, but not her.