Chapter 113: Negotiation Conditions

Nan Jiaojiao was quiet all the way.

Shen Shichu kept trying to start conversations, but she didn’t respond at all, and gradually he lost interest and fell silent.

Before they reached the bridal shop, Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car first.

When Shen Shichu caught up and tried to wrap his arm around her waist, she inexplicably quickened her pace.

“Mr.

Shen, Mrs.

Shen, everything is already arranged.

The photographer will only be servicing the two of you.

If all goes well, we should be done before seven o’clock.

I’ll now take Mrs.

Shen upstairs to change into her wedding gown.”

The manager greeted them warmly.

When speaking, he gave a glance to someone near him.

Soon, two cups of hot tea were brought over, and he handed one to Nan Jiaojiao, asking, “Do you like the tea?”

Nan Jiaojiao gently pushed away the manager’s hand, “No need, is there a private room where we can talk?”

“Ah?” The smile on the manager’s face faltered as he instinctively looked towards Shen Shichu.

“Jiaojiao, it’s getting late.

You should go change into the wedding gown now, and we can hurry it up,” Shen Shichu glanced at the time, his expression gloomy, still angry that Nan Jiaojiao had dared to give him the cold shoulder in the car.

“Then why do we still need to take these photos?”

With a single sentence, she rendered Shen Shichu speechless.

He awkwardly glanced around, took two steps forward, leaned in close to her, and deliberately lowered his voice, “Jiaojiao, stop making a scene.”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned impatiently, staring at him coldly and remaining silent, her chilliness seeming to crystallize in her eyes.

Locking eyes with her for merely a minute, Shen Shichu felt somewhat overwhelmed.

He raised his hand and motioned, “Excuse me, can you prepare a room for us?”

The manager, confused, nodded, “Okay, this way please.”

Three minutes later, Nan Jiaojiao sat on a single sofa in the dressing room.

To her right was a double sofa.

Shen Shichu subconsciously chose to sit opposite her, separated by a coffee table, staring across it.

It looked less like a setting for a wedding photoshoot and more like one for a negotiation.

Shen Shichu had originally intended to wait for Nan Jiaojiao to speak first to maintain control of the situation, but after half a cup of tea, she was still sitting calmly, as if in deep meditation.

He grew increasingly restless and pulled out a red wedding invitation from his bag.

“Jiaojiao, take a look.

Here’s our wedding invitation.

I’ve invited everyone from the Ye Family and see if there’s any friend you’d like to add.

I’m all for following your preferences.”

Shen Shichu pressed on the invitation with his fingers and pushed it forward, but it only reached the middle of the coffee table.

Nan Jiaojiao crossed her arms, gave a cursory glance, and her gaze landed on Shen Shichu’s increasingly flustered face.

“The wedding is canceled.”

“Jiaojiao,” Shen Shichu frowned.

“Name your condition.”

“What?” Shen Shichu’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You’ve always been perfunctory with me.

The wedding photos, the invitations, the ceremony, you’ve never cared, using silent treatment until I initiate a conversation.

You let me off while appearing indecisive, but in reality, you’ve already made up your mind.

If you hadn’t met Lu Zhenzhen last night, would we have this drama today?”

Nan Jiaojiao said coldly, “Shen Shichu, don’t take me for a fool.”

Shen Shichu clenched his fist secretly, then released it, his amiable smile barely holding up.

“Jiaojiao, what are you talking about?

I care about you, and marrying you is with sincere intentions.

How can you…”

“Name the condition.

The architectural plans, or —”

Nan Jiaojiao shifted slightly, leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

She had been tense for too long and her back was slightly sore.

She swung her arm, and when she brought it back, she supported her temple with one hand, tapping it, “Or something else.”