Love your wife like your life: Sheng spoils the young wife of a wealthy family

night.

After Qin Wan took a shower and dried her hair, she saw Si Yuhan sitting on the sofa in her room when she entered the room.

There is a beautiful shopping bag on the coffee table in front of you.

"Why are you in my room?"

Si Yuhan stood up, took out a long white dress from the shopping bag, "It's for you."

"Me?" Qin Wan was surprised, "Why did you send me this all of a sudden?"

"Tomorrow is Qin Xinyao's wedding, you can wear this to go."

"Okay." Qin Wan looked at Si Yuhan who hadn't left yet, "Is there anything else?"

"You try it on first. If the size is not suitable, I can ask someone to adjust it now."

Qin Wan took the skirt, "You go out first, I'll try it on right away."

"I haven't seen anything on your body?" Si Yuhan joked, seeing Qin Wan's cold face, he shrugged his shoulders in surrender, "Okay, I'll go out now."

After changing her skirt, Qin Wan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe that the fairy-like yet elegant woman in the mirror was herself.

"My vision is really good!" The man chuckled.

Qin Wan was startled, "When did you come in?" The next moment, the man was already in his arms.

"You are my wife, let me see what's wrong?" Si Yuhan put his chin on Qin Wan's shoulder, and he could kiss her fair and slender neck just by tilting his head slightly.

The two in the mirror looked even more warm and sweet.

*
Qin Xinyao's wedding was held at the Sundia Hotel in Yuncheng, and the media from all over the city came.

The flash went on and on.

Compared with Qin Wan's grand wedding, Qin Xinyao's wedding was relatively low-key, and no reporters were invited, but the previous scandal was too big, and the media came uninvited.

When Si Yuhan's luxury car was parked outside the hotel, the media who were taking pictures or interviewing other guests flocked.

After getting out of the car, Si Yuhan thoughtfully opened the car door for Qin Wan, and took Qin Wan's hand to lead her out of the car.

Qin Wan, who was dressed in a white dress and had a fairy air, smiled politely at him, then took his arm into the hotel.

The two seem to be right together and very much in love.

The staff quickly gathered around to block the swarming media and maintain the order of the wedding.

In the window of a certain room upstairs in the hotel, the curtains were closed tightly, but there was an eye watching the scene downstairs in the gap.

"There are reporters everywhere here today, why did you come here?" Qin Zixiong, who was behind him, clung to Song Meixuan who was lying on the window, "It will be very troublesome if the reporters see you here."

"I'm not a young lady from a wealthy family, and I've never been involved in such scandals. The media doesn't even know me, so what are you afraid of?" Song Meixuan looked at Qin Wan holding Si Yuhan's arm downstairs in the hotel. The group of reporters and staff who maintain order are simply more dazzling than the stars, and jealousy arose in their hearts.

"The media doesn't know you, but if a reporter takes a picture of you and reports it, Si Yuhan and Qin Wan will know that you have been to Xinyao's wedding, and it will arouse suspicion."

Satisfied, Qin Zixiong let go of Song Meixuan, tidied up his clothes, turned around neatly, and prepared to leave.

Song Meixuan, who was so tired lying on the window sill, cursed, "That Fu Wenyuan is really a wimp. He usually does all kinds of evil, but at the critical moment he is a coward. Qin Wan has already sent him to bed, and he can't do anything."

Qin Zixiong, who was about to open the door, asked, "Do you have any deep hatred with Qin Wan?"

Song Meixuan got up from the window sill, and the raised skirt slid down, "No."

"Why do I feel like you hate her very much!"

"Because I love you!" Song Meixuan said coquettishly, "Qin Wan is your father's biological daughter. Her existence will threaten your succession to the Qin Group. Of course I will hate her."

"If I don't get the Qin family in the end, will you still love me?" Qin Zixiong asked with a gentle smile.

Song Meixuan didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, she froze for a moment, and said with a smile: "Even if you have nothing, I still love you."

Qin Zixiong already knew the answer when he saw Song Meixuan froze for a moment, "Hurry up and go quietly through the back door, and be careful not to let the media take pictures of you." He opened the door and left.