The sight of Luo Xi frozen beside the wedding dress twisted Yin Xia Mo's heart fiercely, yet the gleam in the eyes of the swarming reporters snapped her instantly back to reality! She wasn't alone; she still had Xiao Cheng! A loud alarm blared in her mind. She abruptly stood up, pulling Xiao Cheng's hand, and swiftly made for the bridal shop's entrance.
"Miss Yin, regarding your birth mother..." "Miss Yin, will your wedding date with the Young Master of Ou Group change because of the recently exposed issues with your background?" "Miss Yin..." How could the reporters be willing to let Yin Xia Mo leave just like that? They surged to block her path.
The bridal shop manager and Xiao Lü stared, stunned, at the sudden chaos unfolding before them.
Shen Qiang coldly appraised the slightly flustered Yin Xia Mo, who was surrounded by reporters. She despised girls like this the most—those who didn't strive with their own hands but constantly sought to climb up by stepping on men.
And such utilitarian girls deserved whatever punishment came their way.
The snow-white wedding dress.
The soft satin surface of the gown reflected an icy sheen, as if mocking her: she was getting married, truly getting married. To so resolutely forsake him, to watch him leave with such detached calm—did he truly think she was only joking with him? Not when her wedding dress appeared before him.
The heart that had been continuously bleeding felt as though it had dried up, leaving behind only a hollow, jet-black void. A gentle breath blown in would scatter nothing but emptiness, dark and soundless, silent as death itself.
After a long moment, Luo Xi’s gaze coldly lifted from the dress, settling on Yin Xia Mo's slender figure enveloped by the predatory entertainment reporters.
It was irrelevant to him now... When she chose to leave his life, when she was about to wear the gown to marry Ou Chen, perhaps she never wanted to see him again.
Do you think she’ll be grateful if you help her now?—Another Luo Xi seemed to speak coldly inside his mind.
Absolutely not.
She has long since cast you aside... Yin Xia Mo desperately wanted to get Xiao Cheng out of there! With one hand gripping Xiao Cheng's tightly, shielding him behind her like a mother hen, she used the other to forcefully push the reporters aside, trying to squeeze a path through the gaps they formed! However, the reporters closed in tighter, causing Xiao Cheng to gasp for breath from the pressure. Unable to dodge in time, he nearly fell! "Xiao Cheng, watch out..." Yin Xia Mo quickly turned to steady him, her voice sharp with anxiety and pain as she hissed at the reporters, "Move aside!" Amidst the confusion, a languid voice suddenly cut through—"Weren't you all here to interview me today? Why are you bothering her?" The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a quality of quiet brightness, and the bridal shop instantly became as tranquil as an autumn lake.
The reporters turned to look, spotting Luo Xi regarding them with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile—alluring and beautiful, dazzling enough to mesmerize.
The reporters paused in shock for a moment, then immediately understood that Luo Xi was helping Yin Xia Mo escape the entanglement.
The entertainment world has its own unspoken rules: artists rely on reporters for publicity, and reporters rely on artists for stories to publish. They must cooperate to maintain good relationships and avoid blocking each other’s paths.
They had long benefited from Luo Xi’s goodwill and felt reluctant to offend him, but Yin Xia Mo’s news value was too great—should they just pretend not to see?
The reporters exchanged awkward glances.
"Ah Luo, haven't you and Miss Yin already broken up?" one reporter joked.
Summer of Bubbles III