Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 281 - 255: Morning and Evening

Qi Yi is involved in the high-end fashion industry, boasting a brand, style, and runway shows. She has been paying attention to the photography industry ever since she thought of starting a business during her college years.

Of course, she knew who Min Yunwen was.

Min Yunwen had started semi-retiring in the past few years, which Qi Yi always found regrettable. She didn’t expect to meet him here today, and she had no idea that Ji Sang and Min Yunwen were friends.

Ji Sang was a bit surprised that Qi Yi knew Min Yunwen.

Upon hearing Qi Yi’s words, the man himself still could not open his eyes, leaning his body against the chair.

"When did I earn the title of Master Min?"

Min Yunwen’s tone was indifferent, not really minding Qi Yi’s slip of the tongue, used to his laid-back nature, he spoke quite casually.

Qi Yi, not fully grasping his temperament, clenched her fists on her lap, a bit nervous, fearing she had offended him.

"Sorry, I..."

But Qi Yi struggled for a long time and still didn’t know what to say.

It was hard to imagine that someone who had struggled in business for so many years could make such a rookie mistake and also be unable to promptly remedy it.

Ji Sang was also somewhat surprised by this turn of events.

"Senior sister, he’s just teasing you."

Hearing Ji Sang’s words, Qi Yi took in a breath of air, looked over at Min Yunwen, and saw that indeed there was no discontent on his face, still the same sleepy-eyed look as before.

Her tense body finally relaxed.

"I was just too surprised, not expecting that the photographer junior sister managed to invite would be..."

Ji Sang smiled.

"Senior sister, do you know him?"

Qi Yi finally sorted out her feelings, reverting to her usual efficient demeanor.

"Of course, I’ve known of Mr. Min since college. I... really admire and like your work."

As she said the last line, Qi Yi looked earnestly at Min Yunwen, her hands tightly clasped on her lap.

Different from Ji Sang’s work, when Qi Yi saw Min Yunwen’s pieces, it wasn’t just admiration or shock she felt, but also a sense of nourishment that seemed to permeate her very soul.

An indescribable liking.

Min Yunwen, with someone liking his work, didn’t show much of a reaction, just gave Qi Yi a slight nod of the head. His eyes only fully opened when the waiter began serving the food.

Noticing Qi Yi’s admiration for Min Yunwen, Ji Sang surprisingly became the conversation starter at the dinner table. Whether Min Yunwen truly didn’t understand or was pretending not to, each time Ji Sang initiated a topic, he would respond vaguely and then focus on the food on the table.

...

The next morning, Ji Sang and Fu Yisi woke up early.

For this photo shoot, a professional styling team was also hired, mainly coordinated by Qi Yi. The schedule for one day of shooting was indeed tight; when the alarm clock went off, the sky outside was still in a state of chaos.

Ji Sang, excited last night, couldn’t fall asleep, so now she was nearly in a state where she couldn’t fully open her eyes.

Compared to Ji Sang, Fu Yisi was in a much better state. Even because there were men in the styling team, Fu Yisi, not wanting other men to see Ji Sang’s cute look when she’s not fully awake, coaxed her gently before they came in.

"Mrs. Fu, it’s time to get up."

"We missed the sunrise before, but this time we can catch it, right?"

Fu Yisi spoke while gently kissing.

"I can’t wait to see Mrs. Fu wearing a wedding dress."

"Right?"

Hearing the words ’wedding dress,’ Ji Sang finally opened her eyes.

After washing up, it was a full styling preparation routine, and to maintain the sense of mystery, the two prepared in separate rooms.

Even though Ji Sang had emphatically told them to simplify it as much as possible, it was, after all, a wedding photo shoot, so the style of the makeup would differ greatly from her everyday look. Ji Sang had always preferred going makeup-free or wearing light makeup, so as the makeup artist began to dab and smear on her face, the drowsiness that Fu Yisi had just shooed away came creeping back.

Until she felt a familiar presence beside her, and upon opening her eyes, she saw Fu Yisi, who stood in front of her from another room.

His hair was all combed up, a base of foundation applied to his face, and even his eyebrows seemed to be defined.

Men are inherently exquisite, and just with a touch of foundation and some eyebrow makeup applied, he looked so attractive one could hardly divert their gaze.

Ji Sang was no exception.

"Are you all set?" she asked.

Fu Yisi chuckled.

"Not yet, the sun is about to rise. Would you like to wait with me?"

Hearing this, Ji Sang hastily looked out the window. The sky was slightly bright, with a small area in the distance already beginning to glow golden.

Fu Yisi extended his hand to pull Ji Sang up, giving a slight nod to the staff.

"Ten minutes will be enough."

The presidential suite was too high up to feel the impact of the sunrise. With makeup and hair unfinished, and time too pressing, they had to make do with heading out to the terrace to overlook the stunning beauty of nature.

"Whenever I was on location in the wilderness, no matter how tired I was, or how late I’d gone to bed the night before, I’d always get up at dawn to watch the sunrise."

"Even though I’ve seen it several times, I still find each sunrise shockingly beautiful."

"So, I really wanted to enjoy it with you."

"Through every morning and evening."

"Daybreak, sunset, I want to share them all with you."

Ji Sang was wearing a pure white long dress, her slightly curled hair flowing, standing in Fu Yisi’s arms. The moment the sun rose, even at such a high floor level, they were enveloped in golden light.

No matter how beautiful the scenery, Fu Yisi’s gaze stayed slanted towards Ji Sang.

The moment the light shone upon Ji Sang’s face, the breeze picked up, blowing away the hair from her forehead, revealing those spirited eyes.

There was light in them.

More beautiful than the rising sun.

For a long time afterward, every morning, Fu Yisi would lie half-awake in bed, holding Ji Sang in his arms, reminiscing about that day.

Mrs. Fu wearing a white dress in the early morning, wanting to watch the sunrise and sunset with him.

And Mrs. Fu, wearing a wedding dress, gracefully walking toward her.

That was the first time in Fu Yisi’s twenty-eight years of life he had ever been that nervous.

His styling was much simpler than Ji Sang’s.

Just simple makeup, a little hairstyling, and the suit Qi Yi had brought for him. But it was different for Ji Sang; not only was her dress more complex, but the hairstyle was also extremely delicate.

The man waited outside the room for a very long time.

Long enough for hot water to turn warm, and warm water to turn cold.

Unclear on how much time had passed, when exclamations of surprise were heard from several people in the room, the man sitting on the sofa instantly stood up.

His shoulders were tense, those usually steady and calm eyes filled with expectancy and nervousness.

His hands, which had hung by his sides, were now tucked into his pockets.

His fists tightly clenched.

Staring at the tightly closed door, he even lightened his breathing.

And as the door slowly opened, revealing the white hem of the dress being adjusted by someone, Fu Yisi coughed nervously.