My Arranged Marriage Partner Is Always Pretending to Be Straight [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 11

Joe Reason: You’re sticking to her this late at night? Where’s your dignity?

Joe Emotion: It’s only eleven-thirty, how is that late? Do you have the lifestyle of an elderly person? Yao Chiyue clearly said last night that marriage is between two people and requires more communication.

Joe Reason: Then why hasn’t she contacted you?

Joe Emotion: She’s a CEO! Don’t you know CEOs have a thousand things to do every day?

Joe Reason: Use your brain. Why did she give you the designer’s business card?

Joe Emotion: I don’t want to think about it.

Joe Reason: It means she doesn’t want to go with you, alright!

Joe Emotion: She didn’t say that personally, so please don’t make wild assumptions!

Joe Reason: Please be a bit more reserved, woman!

Joe Emotion: I want to see her, bite me if you’re unhappy about it!

Two voices tore at each other inside Qiao Mengdi’s mind, neither backing down, making her head buzz. She was forced to look at the unread messages on her phone to distract herself.

The original owner’s friends had contacted her quite a bit over the past few days. However, Qiao Mengdi didn’t pick up any calls from the original owner’s friends, nor did she reply to any of their messages.

Accepting the original owner’s memories, body, the arranged marriage, and her family was already the limit of what Qiao Mengdi could endure. If there were friends who came looking for her because the original owner had gone “missing,” that would be a different story.

For the rest of her life, no matter how much time was left, it belonged to her. Aside from the things she couldn’t refuse, Qiao Mengdi planned to live according to her own preferences.

The original owner’s plot was a dead end; “following the script” was out of the question. To survive, the marriage had to happen, the scumbag cousin had to be avoided, and divorce was not an option. As for what to do after the wedding, Qiao Mengdi planned to take it one step at a time.

The next morning, seeing Qiao Mengdi about to head out again, Lin Linfeng hurriedly stubbed out her cigarette and said, “I didn’t want to meddle, but your father hopes that no matter where you go, you inform the family. Don’t make things difficult for me as your mother!”

She emphasized the word “mother,” as if that was the true point of her speech.

She really cares about me calling her Ms. Lin, Qiao Mengdi thought.

Earlier, Sister Song had gone to Qiao Mengdi’s room to apologize, saying that what happened the day before yesterday was her fault.

“It’s not your fault,” Qiao Mengdi said. “It’s my father’s.”

Now, Lin Linfeng’s words further confirmed Qiao Mengdi’s suspicion: Qiao Chengrong was using them to monitor her.

“Didn’t Yangyang’s homeroom teacher call you yesterday?” Qiao Mengdi didn’t even pause her footsteps.

Lin Linfeng shut her mouth upon hearing this. Qiao Mengyang hated her going to school, and she didn’t like going either—nothing good ever happened at school. She was happy to let Qiao Mengdi take over the task.

At the school, she learned that the cause of Qiao Mengyang’s fight was the other party’s verbal insults and subsequent provocation. Thus, Qiao Mengdi managed to secure the lightest punishment for her brother: a written self-reflection.

“Qiao Mengdi, you’ve become quite formidable!”

As they walked down the stairs, Qiao Mengyang recalled how Qiao Mengdi had just argued logically with “Bald Chen” in the office to defend him. He was truly surprised; in the past, whenever she went to the office, she looked like a student waiting to be scolded!

“Don’t get into fights at the drop of a hat. Violence is really—” Remembering that Qiao Mengyang had technically fought to defend her, Qiao Mengdi stopped herself.

“Really what?” Qiao Mengyang looked defiant, acting nonchalant.

“Really low-class.” If you want to be hurt, I’ll fulfill your wish. Qiao Mengdi smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“With some people, you have to use your fists. You don’t understand at all!” Qiao Mengyang finished speaking like an old soul, then turned and waved, running toward his classroom.

After catching a taxi outside the school, Qiao Mengdi saw it was still early and changed her mind, giving the driver the address of Lian Tongwei’s studio.

Last night, after a long struggle, Joe Reason eventually defeated Joe Emotion. Qiao Mengdi did not contact Yao Chiyue in the end.

Unlike marriages between a man and a woman, in same-sex marriages between women, the two usually go to choose wedding dresses together. If they were lovers marrying for love, picking out dresses together would be a different kind of sweetness.

However, more than picking a dress, Qiao Mengdi had a question: whether or not to take wedding photos.

She wanted to take them. Since she was getting married—and the novel’s setting seemed to imply that getting a divorce would lead to her death—this might be the only wedding of her life. Therefore, she didn’t want to skip the basic steps, even if they were just self-deceiving formalities.

Moreover, this was considered part of the wedding preparations. She figured Yao Chiyue wouldn’t object.

Before long, the taxi stopped at the designated location. Stepping out, Qiao Mengdi looked up and saw the studio, which was primarily white. From the outside, the studio didn’t look very large, but it was very eye-catching.

Located at the corner of a busy mall’s first floor, it had two very transparent display windows. Even during the day, the lights inside were exceptionally bright, looking even more dazzling than the autumn sun.

The window facing the plaza displayed a beautiful wedding dress.

Qiao Mengdi walked over and stood outside the window, quietly admiring it. It must have been Lian Tongwei’s work; the dress followed her signature style—simple yet elegant—perfectly adorned with many transparent diamonds. The entire piece was so white it gave off a sense of holiness.

Qiao Mengdi knew this style didn’t suit her. However, the moment she approached the window, the image of Yao Chiyue wearing this dress naturally surfaced in her mind. If she really wore it, she would undoubtedly look even more noble and eye-catching.

Standing quietly by the window, Qiao Mengdi’s mind was filled with the image of Yao Chiyue in a wedding dress. White really suited her too well.

As she stared at the dress, the torment and pain Qiao Mengdi felt from the uncontrollable changes in her life seemed to be smoothed over by this beautiful fantasy. In these past few days, she had never felt as peaceful as she did at this moment. Even the noise of the street was filtered out; she felt as though only she and Yao Chiyue remained in the world.

“Ah!” Qiao Mengdi sighed involuntarily. Without looking back to see who had stopped behind her, she continued talking to herself, “I didn’t quite understand why Holly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s would go to that kind of place with breakfast so early in the morning. Now I understand. To her, Tiffany’s jewelry was an existence that could heal her just by looking at it.”

“Can I assume that a wedding dress is—”

Oh my god! It was that voice—the one that sounded explosively good and overflowed with sexiness.

Yao Chiyue’s sentence was cut off by Qiao Mengdi spinning around abruptly.

“Why… why is Sister Yao here?” Qiao Mengdi looked into the calm eyes looking slightly down at her. In an instant, the little deer in her heart crashed and died hundreds of times again.

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” Yao Chiyue’s tone was flat, her voice without any fluctuation. Although she didn’t know why the woman in front of her was nervous, she was certain that Qiao Mengdi’s expectations for the wedding dress in the window were far higher than her expectations for this marriage.

“But… but—it’s too coincidental, isn’t it!” Qiao Mengdi couldn’t help but think she was a female lead with a “Golden Finger” cheating power. After all, she hadn’t forgotten that she was currently in the world of a melodramatic novel—though it was also the real-world Luzhou.

Meeting Yao Chiyue everywhere could only be explained by a “Golden Finger,” right?

“I have a lunch appointment with Weiwei; the restaurant is in this mall,” Yao Chiyue said. She looked up at the wedding dress in the window, her face showing no expression.

Right now, Qiao Mengdi felt that Yao Chiyue looked more beautiful than the wedding dress.

You’re beyond saving! Joe Reason said.

Can you deny it’s the truth? Joe Emotion would never let itself be mocked.

“This one doesn’t suit you.” Yao Chiyue’s cold voice interrupted the conflict in Qiao Mengdi’s mind.

“It suits Sister Yao better, right?”

“Barely. Our time is tight; otherwise, a custom-made one would definitely be better.”

Qiao Mengdi naturally knew the simple style didn’t suit her. she tested the waters casually, “What kind does Sister think suits me?”

“I wear white, you wear red. What does Little Sister think?”

The address “Little Sister” made Qiao Mengdi feel like she was going to explode on the spot. Heavens, why doesn’t this marriage partner like women!

“But I want to wear white too.” Qiao Mengdi was inexplicably shy. She liked red very much and thought the visual effect of white paired with red in a wedding would be stunning, but since it was a wedding, she also wanted to follow the trend and be “pure” for once.

“It’s not like you can only wear one set.” Yao Chiyue looked at Qiao Mengdi, noting her bashful appearance.

“That’s true. Then I’ll have both.”

“Your face is very red.”

Damn it, I feel like I’m being teased by her again!

Qiao Mengdi didn’t argue, pretending she hadn’t heard. Her gaze was glued to Yao Chiyue, unable to look away.

Joe Reason: Wake up, she’s just stating facts! Joe Emotion: This is the nth time you’ve said that. Do you even understand romance? Joe Reason: You’re just so “romantic” that you’re being delusional. Joe Emotion: Mind your own business, she’s enjoying this right now!

“You’re here, why haven’t you come in?”

A fast-paced female voice called out.

Hearing this, Qiao Mengdi turned and saw a woman who looked capable and sharp standing at the door of the bridal shop. Her gaze shifted to Yao Chiyue, then she looked closer—oh, heavens! It was actually Lian Tongwei, whom she had seen many times in magazines before.

“We were admiring your work,” Yao Chiyue replied.

At that moment, Qiao Mengdi saw Lian Tongwei look toward her. The designer seemed slightly stunned, apparently searching her memory for information about her. Then, her slightly furrowed brows smoothed out; it seemed she remembered who she was.

“Ah, what a surprise!” Lian Tongwei’s voice became a bit high-pitched.

“It’s not; we just happened to run into each other,” Yao Chiyue said.

Qiao Mengdi had guessed correctly; Yao Chiyue had clearly told Lian Tongwei about her.

“She is Lian Tongwei.” Yao Chiyue looked at Qiao Mengdi, offering an introduction.

“Hello, Sister,” Qiao Mengdi smiled.

“Hello.” Lian Tongwei returned the smile. “Let’s go inside and talk.”

“Do you call everyone ‘Sister’?” Yao Chiyue tilted her head slightly toward Qiao Mengdi, then walked toward Lian Tongwei after speaking.

Qiao Mengdi was left feeling somewhat baffled. Was there something inappropriate about calling her “Sister”?