Wedding Dress

Kong Huaijin looked at Su Tong with admiration. "If only I had your brains, dealing with men wouldn’t be so exhausting."

Su Tong shrugged. "And I’d love to have your money-making skills. If I could earn like you, I wouldn’t need to waste time studying men and playing games to hook them."

Yang Yue chuckled. "You both have your strengths. Meanwhile, I’m just useless—can’t make money, can’t charm men either. Sigh, I’m stuck relying on my family."

Su Tong rolled her eyes at her. "You’re the luckiest one here. Stop complaining. Your family spoils you, your older brother handles the finances, and you don’t even have younger siblings fighting for attention. Count your blessings."

Su Tong’s family was decently well-off, but nowhere near the level of the Kong or Yang families. Besides, her relationship with them was strained, so she couldn’t count on their support in the future.

She knew her only advantage was her youthful, pretty face.

While she was still young, she intended to squeeze as much money as possible out of men.

She didn’t see anything wrong with it—men lusted after her looks and emotional validation, and she lusted after their money. Fair trade.

As for the Kong family, if Kong Xiaohe hadn’t been in poor health, Kong Huaijin probably wouldn’t have gotten the CEO position.

Luckily, the Kong family didn’t have the usual messy dramas of wealthy clans, and Kong Xiaohe was happy to let her inherit the family business.

So really, Yang Yue was the most fortunate—she could just lounge around and enjoy life without a care in the world.

"There’s one more thing. Zhou Yi and I have been together for a while now. If I act all sweet and submissive around him, do you think he’ll see through it?"

Su Tong shook her head with a smile. "You still don’t understand men. So what if he does? A gorgeous woman like you going to such lengths for him—even if he notices, he won’t call you out. He’ll just enjoy the attention."

Su Tong had flirted with plenty of men who were no strangers to games. Did they really not see through her tricks?

Of course they did. They just played dumb.

Men loved it when women put effort into chasing them, watching them fight over his attention. They even indulged her occasional theatrics—to them, it was all part of the fun.

But over time, a woman’s constant obedience became boring in their eyes.

Kong Huaijin sighed. "Who knew chasing a man would be harder than closing a business deal? I’ve never felt this frustrated negotiating multi-million-dollar contracts."

Yang Yue patted her shoulder. "If it’s too much, just give up. There are plenty of other men out there—no need to obsess over Zhou Yi."

Su Tong smirked but stayed silent.

With Kong Huaijin’s stubborn and competitive personality, giving up on Zhou Yi was the last thing she’d do.

"Your Zhou Yi is trending again. Who’s this Albedo guy?"

"Is Zhou Yi really that good at piano? The comments are full of praise."

"His improvisation is next-level?"

Yang Yue scrolled through the trending topics—Zhou Yi dominated the top spots.

A video of his impromptu piano performance had gone viral back home.

His acclaim in the international piano scene had also made headlines, since it was a point of national pride.

Titles like "Piano Prodigy," "Albedo’s Musical Soulmate," and "Dark Horse of the Piano World" were being thrown around.

Even professional pianists in China were sharing his performance video.

Laymen might not fully grasp it, but experts recognized Zhou Yi’s skill immediately—it was downright awe-inspiring.

His fame had skyrocketed yet again.

Kong Huaijin blinked in surprise. "Piano? He never mentioned that to me."

Yang Yue waved her phone. "Look, the whole internet’s raving about him. Who knew he had this hidden talent?"

After watching the video, Kong Huaijin was equally stunned.

Her heart fluttered even harder for Zhou Yi.

"He’s so humble," she marveled. "I always said he was more mature than guys his age, but to keep such an incredible skill completely under wraps? Impressive."

Su Tong raised a brow. "Well, this just means more competition for you. A man like him is definitely in high demand—I bet he’s got admirers everywhere."

Kong Huaijin only looked prouder. "So what? If he’s sought after, it just proves my taste is impeccable. Snagging him would be a win, even if it takes some effort."

Men weren’t the only ones who enjoyed a challenge—women had their own conquests to pursue.

Meanwhile, across the ocean in the U.S., Zhou Yi suddenly heard the system announce Kong Huaijin’s increased affection. He paused, then shrugged it off.

Like always, women loved to overthink things. Maybe she’d imagined some grand scenario about him.

Or maybe she just missed him after not seeing him for a while.

Daisy was gazing at him with hopeful eyes.

He knew exactly why she’d asked to take wedding photos with him, but he played dumb anyway.

"Why the sudden interest in wedding photos, Daisy?"

She fibbed, "I saw some online yesterday, and the dresses looked so beautiful. Could we go take some together?"

Her pleading expression melted his resolve.

"Alright. Let’s grab lunch first, then we’ll go, okay?"

"You’re the best!"

Daisy beamed, clasping his hand.

Her small, soft fingers and delicate demeanor made Zhou Yi feel like speaking too harshly might break her.

She didn’t need Su Tong’s calculated charm—Daisy naturally drew out men’s protectiveness.

At lunch, no matter what he suggested, she just nodded absently. Her mind was already fixated on the photoshoot.

Throughout the meal, her gaze kept drifting to him, warm and adoring.

She thought she was subtle, but Zhou Yi could feel the heat in her stare.

The girl swung her legs under the table, tilting her head as she watched him.

"Done eating, gege?"

"In a hurry? I promised we’d go, so we will. Just finish your food first."

Zhou Yi sighed. Daisy seemed worried he’d back out, hence the rush.

She nodded eagerly. "I just really want to wear the dress soon."

—I want to be your bride as soon as possible.

Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud.

Zhou Yi set his chopsticks down.

After researching nearby studios, he picked an expensive but well-reviewed boutique specializing in vintage-style wedding gowns.

Then, from the system shop, he quietly exchanged for the exact dress Daisy had worn in her dream wedding.

He discreetly arranged for it to be displayed as the shop’s most exclusive option, and the owner happily agreed.

Daisy browsed the racks, overwhelmed by choices—yet none felt right.

Until Zhou Yi pointed to one.

"I think this one would suit you, Daisy."

Daisy turned around and saw that it was the exact same wedding dress from her dream where she married Zhou Yi...