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"Mommy, are you ready?" Rice knocked on the door outside.
I panicked, and in my haste, the strap I had just fixed fell again. The worst part was that when I bent down to pick it up, my hair got caught on a button.
Could it be this bad? I fumbled and tugged at it, but instead of fixing it, I only made it worse. In the end, I couldn't even lift my head.
"Mommy, are you dressed? I'm coming in!" Rice called out. If you dare come in, I swear I'll make sure you regret it.
"Wait!" But before I could finish my word, Rice pushed the door open. Having a son with spiritual powers is really troublesome. I had locked the door properly, yet he managed to push it open effortlessly.
Then I heard his loud cries: "Daddy, I want to see Mommy! Why are you covering my eyes?"
I strained to turn my neck and looked toward the doorway. Su Anrong was grabbing Rice and tossing him outside. "Stay out there," he said. Then he turned around, his gaze fixated on my half-covered body.
I screamed in fright. One hand clutched my wedding attire, desperately trying to cover myself, while the other grabbed a shoe and threw it at him. "Garlic Paste, what are you doing here? Get out!"
Unfortunately, my hair was still tangled, so I couldn't muster much strength. As a result, the shoe I threw at him fell spectacularly short.
Su Anrong completely ignored my screams and walked straight toward me without blinking.
"Wife, why are you so silly? You can't even put on your clothes properly." Su Anrong picked up my shoe and said deliberately, "Tsk tsk, throwing shoes around like a child."
"Stop right there! Don't come any closer! That shoe was meant for you; don't you get it?" I pointed at him to halt his advance.
"I don't get it." He clearly wasn't going to listen to me. "What’s wrong with your head?" He feigned surprise as if he had just noticed something.
I was so angry that I didn't want to speak, but if I stayed silent, my head would remain tilted uncomfortably like this. It was unbearable.
"Can't you see? My hair is stuck!"
"Now I understand. I was wondering why you haven't gone out all day. Do you need my help?"
Although this guy's eyes never left me, he showed no interest in my partially covered body. Could it be that he really just wanted to help me get dressed?
"That's nonsense." I shot him a glare and pressed my hand firmly against my chest.
"Alright, stop covering up. You've already been seen." He said this while reaching out his long, pale hand, gently cupping my head as he pulled me closer. "Come here."
Without giving me a chance to protest, he applied some force. I lost my balance, and the wedding attire fell dramatically to the floor.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment; it felt like the scene could use some explosive special effects. Was my beautiful body really exposed like this?
Su Anrong's eyes widened even more than mine, completely mesmerized as he stared at my chest. Then he uttered a line I would never forget: "Wife, I always thought you had a small chest, but I didn't expect it to be this small. Why does it look so much bigger when you're wearing clothes? Am I imagining things?"
"You jerk, Su Anrong! Get lost! I hate you! I've been malnourished since childhood, eating too much butterhead lettuce with no oil, so my figure is scrawny and my skin is pale. Are you satisfied now?" In my anger, I tugged at my hair, pulling at my scalp painfully enough to bring tears to my eyes. His teasing words were truly hurtful—shouldn't we be focusing on the fact that I was just exposed?
Su Anrong's large hand brushed across my face, his expression warm and gentle as he smiled. I really wanted to know what was going on in his mind at that moment. Was he happy while I was angry?
"Wife, don't move. Look, you've pulled out three strands of hair." Su Anrong deliberately changed the subject and then grabbed a sheet from the bed to cover me. "Silly girl, I was just teasing you. I'm the one who loves you, not your chest."
At that moment, I felt utterly crushed.
I watched as he carefully untangled the hair caught in the buttons.
"Garlic Paste, why would a Spirit Sovereign come down to Earth to find me?" I believed my wording was accurate; he was here looking for me, not by coincidence. I was certain of it.
"My wife is truly clever. The answer is actually quite simple, but I never told you because I didn't want you to be influenced by your past life. I just wanted you to fall in love with me again in this life. However, it turns out that this is harder than climbing to the sky, so I can only pull out the big guns," he said with an evil grin.
My heart tightened, and I instinctively wanted to retreat. "What big guns?"
"To tell you the truth, just like all those cliché dramas, we were lovers in our past life. You reincarnated, but I did not. You lost your memories of your past life, while I still have mine, so I came to find you." Su Anrong stated it so simply that it made me feel like he was just making things up.
"I don't believe it. If I died in my past life and you loved me so much, why didn't you die with me?" I threw him a tough question to see how he would respond.
Su Anrong was momentarily stunned before realizing something. "Wife, you're so smart! How did I not think of that? If I had died with you, then it would have been fine! But what if one of us reincarnated as a chicken and the other as a duck? Wouldn't that be like chickens talking to ducks?"
"Right now, I'm the one talking nonsense," I replied. "Just admit you're afraid of death."
As we spoke, he had already loosened his hair quite a bit. "Wife, it's not that I don't want to die with you; it's just that if I died too, no one would take care of you after your reincarnation. If I were to reincarnate as well, I can't guarantee that I'd find you again in this vast sea of people. Then wouldn't my death be in vain?"
"Fine, since that's the case, tell me what I was like in my past life."
Su Anrong's expression changed slightly, and an unnatural look flashed in his eyes as he smiled. "Oh, that's not necessary to say. I've seen many spirits who pursued their past-life lovers into this life, only for their current partners to get jealous of their past loves, leading to family disputes and even divorce. This kind of thing happens a lot."
"But the person from my past life is still me! What’s there to be jealous about? Just tell me; my tolerance is strong—I definitely won't get jealous."
"Wife, do you like this wedding attire? It took me 1,314 nights to sew it successfully; my fingers got pricked into a honeycomb shape! Luckily, my self-repair ability is strong; otherwise, what you'd see now would just be bare fingers."
"Garlic Paste," I thought. You really know how to change the subject.
"Daddy! Mommy! Come out quickly; something big has happened!" Rice was calling from outside again. This little guy really wouldn’t stop until I went out.
"Son, be quiet!" Su Anrong shouted outside as he tied up my hair. To prevent me from getting tangled again, he even styled it into a bun for me, though his technique was absolutely terrible.
I couldn't bring myself to admit that the crazy woman in the mirror was me.
Su Anrong, however, looked utterly enchanted as he said, "Look at what you humans like—these Korean hairstyles. They really are beautiful."
Garlic Paste, are you really sure your eyes are okay?
"Wife, I've waited for this day for over a thousand years. I want to personally dress you in your wedding gown and make you my most beautiful bride. Even though today is just a fitting, I'm still so nervous."
Watching Su Anrong fuss over the Wedding Attire like a child made me both amused and touched. When I thought about it, it was quite heartwarming. The dignified Spirit Sovereign had spent 1314 nights crafting this gown for me by hand. I couldn't imagine the emotions he must have felt while making it. Although the gown was overall exquisite, there were many signs that it had been taken apart and sewn back together multiple times.
Considering his hard work, even if he didn't deserve full credit, I didn't completely reject it either. I decided to be like a doll and let him arrange me as he pleased. My top priority was to protect my chest.
Su Anrong's movements were gentle and soft; his fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against my skin. He was indeed nervous.
"Wife, loosen your grip." This time he didn't force me; his voice was light and tender, making it hard for me to believe it came from him.
My face flushed as I slowly released my hold, exposing my chest to the cool air. The sensation sent a shiver through me as he draped the Red Silk Robe over my shoulders and layered the wedding gown onto me. Each movement was filled with reverence, as if he were performing a sacred ritual, completely devoid of any lewdness I had imagined.
Once all the garments were on, he supported my shoulders and turned me to face the dressing mirror. Leaning down beside me, he whispered softly in my ear, "Wife, you look truly beautiful."
In the mirror, I saw myself adorned in vibrant colors with a rosy complexion. Though I wasn't wearing makeup, for the first time, I felt beautiful. They say that a woman in a wedding dress is at her most stunning, and that saying proved true. Although I wasn't wearing a traditional wedding dress, Su Anrong's handmade gown gave off an even more dignified beauty.
Su Anrong's long fingers gently caressed my cheek as he gazed at my reflection in the mirror with rapt admiration. "Wife, you're so beautiful; let's not take it off."
"No way! It's too heavy! Now that I've tried it on and it fits perfectly, hurry up and help me take it off!" His words jolted me awake from my daze, and I immediately protested.
He just smiled and said, "Don't rush; you haven't even worn the crown yet."
"Since it's not a real wedding, you don't need to wear the crown," I hadn't finished speaking when Su Anrong walked out to get the crown.
However, as soon as he opened the door, I heard a strange voice from outside: "You finally came out; I thought you didn't want this son anymore."
Hearing that voice, I knew the visitor was not friendly. I quickly grabbed my wedding dress and rushed outside, it was so heavy.
By the time I slowly reached the entrance, I saw a man sitting on the sofa in the living room, his back to us, with only one shoulder and his head visible over the couch. Rice was sitting obediently on the nearby armchair.
"Daddy, Mommy," Rice called out softly but didn't say anything else; he seemed very afraid of this man.
"You said you wouldn't easily show up at my house," Su Anrong said as he walked over to that person, visibly displeased.
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