The Rest Of My Life Is For You

In the car.

Nian Xiaomu revealed a confused look after Yu Yuehan snatched her cell phone and hung up the call.

“Who would be my bridesmaid if you fired Zheng Yan?” Nian Xiaomu asked.

Yu Yuehan continued to keep his head lowered and replied, “We can hire a professional groomsman and bridesmaid. In that case, neither of us have to worry about this issue. Do you agree with me?”

Neither of them would have to worry?

No way.

How could this be done so casually?

Nian Xiaomu snatched her cell phone back and arranged a time with Zheng Yan again.

Since she had got a good friend, it was still best to let her be her bridesmaid.

The well-wishes of their family and friends were still necessary for such a huge event like a wedding.

As for the groomsman…

After Nian Xiaomu sent out a text message to Zheng Yan, she blinked her animated eyes and glanced toward Yu Yuehan.

“Actually, it’s fine if we don’t get Fan Yu to be the groomsman, you can still look for Chen Zixin. There isn’t just one man who is interested in me, so you still have a lot of choices.”

“???”

Was she planning to p*ss her fiance to death on the night before the wedding?

He would rather not have so many choices!

The Yu couple had already faced their first test for the wedding even before they were married: The groomsman and bridesmaid!

In the end, the two of them decided to settle the issue separately.

They would not bother each other with this problem!

Xiao Liuliu was to be the flower girl and Nian Xiaomu had suggested looking for a young boy of similar age to be the page boy. However, this idea was relentlessly mocked by Yu Yuehan.

“My daughter is merely three years old, and you are already planning on teaching her to keep handsome boys by her side? I don’t agree to this!”

Nian Xiaomu replied, “Then how should we settle the issue of page boy and flower girl?”

“It’s pretty good to have just Xiao Liuliu as our flower girl, lest some jerk wrongly gets his hands on her. Have you ever heard of the sad story of Shang Lingsi guarding Tang Yuansi since he was young, but still wasn’t able to stop the little piglet next door from getting his trotters on his little princess?”

“???”

Yu Yuehan continued, “The bitter experience, in reality, had taught us that in order to prevent a random jerk from p*ssing us to death, the best method would be to prevent trouble before it happened!”

“…”

This was their second test for the wedding: the ring bearer, or rather, the issue of their child’s education.

Soon after, they met with a third issue…

“Follow the rules and sleep in separate rooms three days before the wedding? Nian Xiaomu, you should know that I wouldn’t believe such cooked up excuses.” With a half-naked body and a towel wrapped around his waist, Yu Yuehan pressed one of his hands against the door.

He looked down at Nian Xiaomu, who had just packed her luggage and was about to move out of his room.

Water droplets from his shower could be seen on his glossy chest.

As the droplets slipped down his perfect lower jaw, they trickled past his chest and continued to drip downward.

It was a picture of a gorgeous man fresh out of the shower.

The kind that could result in blood surging through one’s veins.

He might have a greater sex appeal if his body was not paired with his slightly malicious expression.

Nian Xiaomu licked her lips and with an earnest face, explained, “I didn’t lie to you, these are the rules. If you don’t believe it, you can go ahead and ask Grandma about it. The etiquette master that Grandma hired said that newlyweds cannot meet each other one day before the wedding. If they abide by this rule, they would be able to have an everlasting relationship. Suffering will be present if you do not listen to the old man’s advice!”

As Nian Xiaomu spoke, she dragged her luggage and got ready to slip out of the room.

However, Yu Yuehan continued to stand at the entrance and did not move to step aside.

He fiercely guarded the entrance with his large, tall figure.

When he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, “How can a woman from a new era be superstitious about old traditional customs?”

“I would rather believe it to be the truth than not. Furthermore, we would only be apart for three days, just three days.”

Nian Xiaomu bent her fingers and calculated. Three days would pass by in a blink of an eye.