Liang Anya said no more: "Alright, I won't disturb you." With that, she turned around.
Her silhouette seemed light and ethereal, like ink dispersing in water, disappearing around the corner of the stairs.
Vivi saw her leave and couldn't wait to pout: "When exactly are we sending her away?"
"Afraid I'll back out?" He pinched her slender, fair chin, his thumb gently and firmly rubbing her skin, pulling the woman slightly closer to him, his gaze showing a nearly imperceptible daze.
Vivi's cheeks flushed with a hint of red: "You're my husband, why wouldn't I trust you. Whatever you say, I believe."
"That's good. Right now, the wedding is what's most important. Just focus on being the bride."
Vivi didn't ask anything more, fully immersed in happiness.
***
Two days later.
Morning.
In the city, outside the cake shop, a Ferrari quietly parked at the roadside, waiting for someone inside.
Inside the shop, Liang Anya was selecting materials for some homemade cakes.
