Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 748: A Hundred Years to Share the Same Boat (4)

Lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, two minutes later, turned over... ten minutes later, turned over again.

Not sure how many times I turned over before I finally fell asleep in a daze.

...

It felt like I hadn’t slept for long before someone knocked on the door. With a bit of morning grumpiness, I opened my sleepy eyes, glanced out the window to see it was still gray outside, and the persistent knocking continued. Rubbing my somewhat sore eyes, I crawled out of bed, slipped into my slippers, and went to the door to open it.

Qin Yin was dressed in a light blue gown, her hair meticulously styled, wearing matching high heels, followed by her styling team. Upon seeing her, she immediately stepped forward, "Xinluo, what time did you sleep last night? Your dark circles are almost showing. It’s not early now, we need to start the makeover."

"Oh, okay, I’ll wash up first." After saying that, I stepped aside to let them in, then paced into the bathroom. After a quick freshen-up, I came out to find the stylist had already brought the wedding dress. They helped me change into it, and I sat in front of the dressing mirror, closing my eyes, letting them dab and smear on my face.

When the makeup was done, it was already past seven in the morning. There was still more than half an hour before Beichen Rui would arrive. Jingxi had also gotten up early, wearing a little black tuxedo with a bowtie around his neck.

Gong Shaoyu stood at the door, gazing a little dazedly at her in the white wedding dress sitting on the bed.

"Qin Yin, why hasn’t Shanshan come yet?" Ye Xinluo turned around, looking at Qin Yin who was standing aside, eyes filled with endless disappointment... Was she really going to miss her wedding?

"Xinluo, don’t worry, something must have delayed her, maybe when we get to the wedding site, she’ll be there."

Knowing she was comforting herself, she lowered her head and stopped speaking...

At eight o’clock sharp, the sound of bustling activity came from outside the villa. Ye Xinluo knew Beichen Rui had brought people over. Gong Shaoyu, who was lazily leaning against the door frame, suddenly stood up, straightened his clothes, and elegantly walked towards the door, locking it without thinking.

The room where Ye Xinluo stayed was divided into two parts, with Qin Yin accompanying her inside, and the little one sticking by Gong Shaoyu’s side, leaning on the door frame, curiously listening to the commotion outside.

On the road outside the villa, the convoy was neatly parked there. The lead car door opened, and Beichen Rui, dressed in a well-tailored white suit, his hair styled and slicked back, holding a bouquet, waited as Mo Han and Xu Kun caught up before the group walked towards the villa.

Inside the house, it was quiet; most of the guests had gone to the venue. They slowly made their way up the vintage staircase, finally stopping at a door on the second floor. Reaching out to turn the doorknob, sure enough, it was locked.

"Qin Yin?" Mo Han tentatively asked.

Soon, a pleasant male voice responded, "Thinking of taking the bride, it’s not that easy. I remember Young Master Chen stayed at the training camp; warm-up first with a hundred push-ups!"

Mo Han: "..."

Xu Kun: "..."

A hundred push-ups, even if they manage, their arms would be useless, and they still have to carry the bride later... Just how much animosity does Gong Shaoyu have to play like this?

"Oh, and the groomsmen shouldn’t just stand there. Isn’t there a saying about sharing fortune and adversity together?"