"I'm so sorry!" Xiao Lü rushed over and apologized to her, "This wedding dress is custom-ordered by a client; it's not for sale. I'm truly sorry!" "Is that so?" Shen Qiang said coolly, "But I must have it."

Xiao Lü froze.

The head of the bridal department also hurried over, smiling politely. "It’s an honor that Miss Shen likes it, but this gown was ordered long ago by a client, and it was designed by the client herself, so we absolutely cannot sell it. If Miss Shen is interested, perhaps you could look at some of our other styles? We just received a new collection yesterday, featuring designs from renowned French and Japanese masters—they are exquisite and unique..." "I'll pay double the price."

"Miss Shen, I truly am sorry..." the bridal department head said with evident distress.

"Enough, let's go."

Luo Xi frowned slightly, impatience creeping into his demeanor. His expression sent a sharp, aching bitterness through Shen Qiang's heart, yet it only hardened her resolve to possess that dress! "Ten times the price."

Seeing Shen Qiang's unwavering stance, the assembled reporters exchanged confused glances, wondering if this one dress was truly that captivating.

One young female reporter arched an eyebrow with evident curiosity, her gaze flitting between Shen Qiang and Luo Xi.

"I apologize, it's not a matter of money..." "Please call the client who ordered the dress. Perhaps she would be willing to transfer it to me for ten times the price, or name any condition she wishes."

Shen Qiang stated coldly.

The bridal department head looked deeply troubled. She loathed offending a star like Shen Qiang, but making such a call to the reserved client seemed incredibly impolite.

"What a coincidence, the client who ordered this dress is actually in the store right now!" Seeing the manager's predicament, Xiao Lü chimed in with a smile, gesturing toward a secluded corner of the shop—where two figures sat quietly.

The young man looked gentle and refined, his gaze fixed on the girl beside him with worry and concern.

The girl turned her head slightly; only her back was visible—a cascade of slightly wavy, sea-foam hair, a slender neck stark white. Her body was subtly rigid, as if wishing to remain unnoticed.

Luo Xi stiffened abruptly! He stared at her silhouette in disbelief, then slowly shifted his gaze to the wedding dress beside her.

The snow-white gown, like a vast, unmarked plain of winter snow, caught the glare of the spotlights. A wave of dizziness washed over him; it felt as if a surge of blood was rushing to his head, threatening to make him explode! "Is this dress Miss Yin's?" Shen Qiang scrutinized the gown anew, a mocking curve on her lips. Her distinct, clear voice carried so that everyone in the boutique could hear perfectly.

A bitter ache filled her. Initially, seeing only the girl's back, she hadn't dared confirm if it was her; but Luo Xi’s sudden expression of pale shock and pain confirmed it without a doubt.

"But, rumor has it Miss Yin's wedding dress was imported from abroad, adorned with nine hundred and ninety-nine diamonds? This dress is so simple—how could it possibly suit Miss Yin’s distinguished status, or honor the great effort she took marrying into a powerful family..." In the corner, the girl slowly turned her head, her gaze shifting from Shen Qiang to Luo Xi. Her eyes were as transparent as amber, yet her lips were faintly pale.

The reporters erupted in astonished murmurs! Good heavens! It really was Yin Xia Mo! As if protected by some invisible force, Yin Xia Mo had been absent from the public eye for ages, and now they encountered her here! Except for that one young female reporter who remained playfully rooted to the spot, the others instantly became electrified, surging toward her to surround her!

"Let's go!" Summer of Foam III