The President Made Me Trend

“Hmph, if you’re so bothered by it, maybe you should just find a different bride!” Mo Qinghuan snapped, her cheeks flushed with indignation. How dare Lu Yucheng tease her about wrinkles?

But before she could stew in her anger any further, she suddenly found herself scooped up into his arms. Without a word, Lu Yucheng carried her straight toward the stairs. Stunned, Mo Qinghuan momentarily forgot her irritation and stared at him in confusion. “Lu Yucheng, what are you doing? Put me down this instant!”

“What else? I’m taking my wife upstairs to rest,” he replied smugly. It wasn’t even evening yet-talking about sleep was clearly premature. But judging by the mischievous glint in his eyes, Mo Qinghuan could easily guess his true intentions.

She struggled, she protested, but nothing could deter Lu Yucheng’s determination. Torn between exasperation and amusement, she couldn’t help but wonder: how could this man juggle work, wedding preparations, and still have the energy for romance? Was he truly tireless, or was this some kind of dual personality at play?

By evening, Mo Qinghuan was utterly spent. A commotion downstairs roused her from her nap, forcing her to get up despite her reluctance. She frowned in irritation, her body aching, only to realize that Lu Yucheng-who had been lying beside her earlier-was nowhere to be found.

A knock sounded at the door. The housekeeper, careful not to disturb her, called out softly, “Miss Mo, are you awake? Mr. Lu requests you downstairs.”

“I’m coming,” Mo Qinghuan replied, suppressing her discomfort as she descended the stairs. Her gaze landed on a group of unfamiliar men and women gathered in the living room. “Yucheng, did you call for me?”

“You’re awake?” Lu Yucheng, fully aware of the exhaustion he’d caused her, grinned wickedly as he noticed her awkward gait. Striding over, he scooped her up once more, ignoring the curious stares of the others. He carried her to the sofa with his usual domineering flair.

“What are you doing?” Mo Qinghuan protested, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She was well-acquainted with his overbearing nature, and knew she couldn’t match his strength. But as soon as he set her down, she darted to the far end of the sofa, her wary eyes fixed on him, ready to fend off any further antics.

Lu Yucheng chuckled at her defensive posture, his gaze soft with affection. With a snap of his fingers, the strangers in the room turned their attention to Mo Qinghuan, bowing respectfully. Among them was a foreign man with blond hair and a neatly trimmed mustache.

“Miss Mo, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And you are?” Mo Qinghuan nodded politely, her eyes lingering on the foreign man. He looked strangely familiar. After a moment’s thought, recognition dawned on her. “Are you Mr. Peter, the renowned wedding dress designer?”

“It’s an honor that you remember me, Miss Mo,” Peter replied with a smile, his English slightly stilted. Mo Qinghuan wasn’t particularly fond of fashion magazines, but she had once participated in a runway show featuring Peter’s designs. They had briefly crossed paths backstage, and she hadn’t expected to meet him again at the Lu family residence.

Gesturing toward the group, Lu Yucheng introduced them with a smile. “Since you’re already acquainted with Mr. Peter, you must know he’s one of the world’s most celebrated wedding dress designers. I’ve invited him and his team to China to create a unique and stunning wedding gown for you. I doubt you’d want to settle for anything ordinary on our big day.”

Touched by his thoughtfulness, Mo Qinghuan felt her heart warm. Lu Yucheng had a knack for surprising her with his romantic gestures, and tonight was no exception. He had even gone so far as to research her past encounter with Peter to ensure she felt comfortable, sparing no expense to bring the designer here.

“Thank you, Yucheng,” she said softly, unsure how else to express her gratitude.

“Silly girl,” he replied, his smile tender as he brushed his fingers through her hair. He watched with satisfaction as Peter measured her for the gown, while his assistants began discussing her makeup and styling for the wedding day.

After taking her measurements, Peter praised her with genuine admiration. “Miss Mo, your figure is perfectly proportioned, and your features are exquisite. I have no doubt you’ll be the most radiant bride in the world once you wear the gown I design for you.”

Mo Qinghuan smiled in response. She had heard of Peter’s reputation for being exacting and sparing with compliments, so she knew his words were sincere.

She exchanged a glance with Lu Yucheng, who grinned and said, “Of course she’ll be the most beautiful bride-she’s my wife, after all.”

Peter assured them that the gown would be completed within three days and left them with instructions to contact his assistants for any further requests. After his departure, the wedding planners arrived to discuss every detail of the ceremony with Lu Yucheng. Watching him meticulously oversee the preparations, Mo Qinghuan couldn’t help but smile.

In just a few days, the wedding was ready. Peter returned with the finished gown-a masterpiece blending white with red accents inspired by Chinese culture. The neckline was adorned with diamonds, creating a look that was both elegant and modern.

On the wedding day, Mo Qinghuan appeared in the gown, holding a bouquet in one hand and wearing a dazzling blue diamond ring on her finger. Already stunning by nature, she looked ethereal in the wedding dress. Lu Yucheng was momentarily entranced, stepping forward to embrace her from behind. His voice was filled with joy as he said, “Qinghuan, thank you for becoming my bride. You’re the most beautiful woman today, and you’ll be the most beautiful every day. No one in this world could ever compare to you.”

“Yucheng, I’m a little nervous,” Mo Qinghuan admitted, her heart racing despite several deep breaths. Though she had once experienced a brief and failed marriage with Han Shangyan, and had worn a wedding dress before, this time felt entirely different.

Looking at the man who gave her unwavering warmth and support, she reminded herself to relax. Marrying him felt like the best decision she’d ever made.

As the wedding march began, Lu Yucheng extended his hand to her, his smile gentle. “Hold onto my hand. I know how to make your nerves disappear.”

His method was simple-letting her feel the warmth of his palm. It might not work for others, but for Mo Qinghuan, it was the perfect remedy.

The moment her delicate hand rested in his, her earlier anxiety melted away. She smiled, gazing up at him with newfound confidence. “This trick works every time. How many girls have you tried it on?”

“I already have you. Why would I need anyone else?” Lu Yucheng replied with a doting smile. Sweet words were reserved solely for her. “From now on, every little gesture of yours will be etched in my heart. I’ll observe them for a lifetime and cherish you forever.”