Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 278

Our wedding day.

All my body feel nervous and excited but damn I’m a stupid mass of nerves. This few hour I was left alone and this is my first silent after two week busy preparing out wedding. My reflective moments of the day so far and probably the last too.

As I’ve been waiting for this tiny snippet of time, begging for it among the chaos surrounding me. Still I really need of this moment, where just me to myself, absorbing all the courage and thougth that I’m trying hard to gather myself together.

Even thought that I know these kind moments will likely be precious from this day forward. It’s the day I will becoming Mrs Feng the Madam of Feng Household and I will stand beside my man for the rest of my life everywhere he go. And why I’m now sitting in my robe on a chaise lounge in one of the private suites of the suite of Hotel Massanet at Sinan Mansion where Grandfather arranged for us s a gift.

Gosh! My wedding held at five star mansion hotel in S city. I never thought that my life would be likely a Cinderella. So my biggest day of my life becoming Madam Of Feng Family officially is taking place at the place that cost a million for a wedding.

And my mother as with her love of all things luxurious, I’m sure she will gushing over the place with the relative and must has suddenly taken the role of tour guide, keen to demonstrate just how magnificent her son-in law in this country.

Marrying at this luxurious is also an stress that I really don’t need on my wedding day, but at that time during my hubby birthday night had me surrounded by his hard, warm strength and sprawled across the terrace, so I agreed that I will let him take care all our wedding things. Now all was to much big and luxurious. Even I know he’s taken care of everything as he was a powerful man.

I felt so much nervous since there’s must be a lot of important guest and some high socialite that attend our wedding. I was so much nervous. Then I look up to the ceiling and roll my shoulders in an attempt to dispel some of the growing tension. What if I make a mistake during the wedding the entrance, just thinking of it I’m too bloody nervous.

Pulling myself up from my reclined position, I walk over to the mirror and gaze at my reflection. Despite my unease, I look fresh. I’m glowing and my make-up is light and natural. Pierre has done an incredible job of glossing my dark hair to within an inch of its life, the long, heavy waves flouncing freely and loosely pinned on one side with an intricately jewelled hair comb. In fact, Feng Teng loves my hair down.

And he also loves me in lace.

So I turn towards the door where my dress is hanging and drink in the vast expanse of lace lots of lace, with explosions of tiny pearls sewn here and there.

I smile, I’m sure that my hubby he’ll forgot how to breath when he see this.

My wedding gown, full of lace with delicate shoulder straps, plunging back and nipped-in waist will have my husband sure on his knees.

Completely elegant bride in century as the nude lace sweeps over my bum, hugs my thighs, and puddles on the floor a metre in every direction. Pierre had really came up trumps with this dress. He’s designed special for my gown that every tiny of this gown have my look and taste.

Then I scoop my phone up from the nightstand. In just few hour, I’ll be meeting Feng Teng in the hall and taking my vows.

Damn it! Myy stomach does heat turn up… again. Quickly slipping off my robe, I put my knickers on before taking my nude lace, and stepping in, pulling it up over my stomach and arranging the dress to cover my chest part importantly. Because someone has seal his mark again even though it’s lace but it does conceal the perfectly round bruise on my b.r.e.a.s.t.

Just then a quiet knock sound at the door. So time is up.

“Yes?” I call, slipping my robe over my underwear and making my way across the suite.

“Xiao Wei, are you done?” It’s my Mom.

I open the door.

“Not yet Mom but I do need your help.’

She pushes her way in, shutting the door behind her. She looks stunning, steering away from the traditional Qi Pao matching with diamond clutch. I adorning her tidy figure with a lovely red coloured Qipao. And her bun, sweeping hairstyle is arranged with a feather of peac.o.c.k figure and pearl hairpiece.

“Sorry, darling. I was taking care our relative guest. Everyone were impressed about your wedding venue. ” She say apologeticly.

“It’s okay mom,” I assured her.

“Oh, your grandparents would’ve thought they were in Royal Palace, if they’re still here with us,” She faffs with my hair, and I bat her fussing hands away.

“Have you wiggled your way into your underwear yet?” She runs her eyes up and down my robe covered body.

“The wedding is almost start,” she add.

Then I slip my robe off again and dr.a.p.e it on the bed.

“Yes but I need you to fasten it Mom,” I turn my back to her and pull my hair over my shoulder.

“Ah, okay,” She commences securing all of the hook and eyes.

“Baby. You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful place to get married. All women were re-mortgage to afford a wedding at hotel mansion like this. It’s was too magnificient and luxurious,” she said.

“I know Mom,” I’ve seen this hotel and it does look beautiful, in fact our wedding planner, made it more extravagant.

But then, every part of the hotel mansion oozes splendour, anyway, for our wedding or not. I’ve done very little in the preparations of my own wedding as Feng Teng presented me with Lily on the day after we have our night out romantic date, a small indication that my challenging man had already sourced her to take on the role of organising our wedding and the wedding we were supposed to discuss together like a.d.u.l.ts.

And, quite conveniently, as this hotel also holds a wedding licence. Feng Teng have prepared ninety percent of our wedding. All I��ve done for our wedding was visit Pierre to choose my gown. I’ve done nothing much actually just as Feng Teng said.

“All done my dear,” Mom turns me around and sweeps my hair back over my shoulder.

She’s looking at me thoughtfully, and I know what’s coming.

“Babe, can your mother offer you some advice?” she ask.

“No,” I answer quickly on a small smile.

She returns my smile and sits me on the end of the bed.

“When you become a wife, you become the core of your husband,” She smiles fondly.

“Let him think he’s in charge, let him think you can’t live without him, but never let him take your independence or identity, Xiao Wei. Man, they need their ego’s stroked, actually,” She laughs a little.

“For example if they like to think they’re wearing the trousers, and you have to let them believe it,” She add.

I shake my head a little.

“But mom, this isn’t necessary I think,” I say.

“Yes, it very necessary babe,” she insists.

“Actually, man are the complicated creatures than women,” she claims.

I scoff.

But mom has no idea how complicated my Feng Teng is. If I describe how complicated he is, it could be a triple million complicated actually.

“Yes, I know Mom,” I agreed.

“And whilst they maintain a strong, manly façade but they are weak without us actually!” She pulls my blushing face to hers.

“My baby girl, I can see that Feng Teng has loves you so much , and I admire his frankness when it comes to how he feels about you, but still you have to remember who you are. You should never ever let your husband change you, sweetheart,” She said seriously.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be able change me, mom,” I’m not at all comfortable with this conversation.

My parent stayed with us for two days after our night date after meeting grandfather, and have been back in B city after third day, so they have had the full-on experience of Feng Teng way with me, minus the countdowns and various degrees of king control.

And they have witnessed the smothering, the constant touching and affection, and their quiet observations haven’t gone unnoticed. Not on my part, anyway. Plus Feng Teng is oblivious. No, not oblivious, he just doesn’t care, and I’m not about to stop him. I crave the constant contact, just as much as he does.

Mom smiles at me.

“Babe, he seriously wants to look after you, and he’s made it quite clear that you’re precious to him. It makes me and your father so happy to know that you’ve found a man who adores you, a man who’ll walk through fire for you. We are so grateful for that,” She stated sincerely.

“Mom, I adore him, too,” I say quietly.

The sincerity of my mom’s words is tugging at my vocal cords, making my voice a little quivery.

“Please don’t make me cry. My make-up will be ruined,” I say to her.

She clasps my cheeks in her palms and plants a kiss on my lips.

“Yes, yes, let’s stop with the emotional stuff. Just don’t ever do anything that you don’t want to. I can also see he could be quite persuasive,” I actually laugh, and mom laughs with me.

Persuasive?

“Anyway, it’s such a shame his family couldn’t be here and only his grandfather could be with him on his important day,” she muses.

I wince a little.

“Mom, I’ve told you, they live abroad and they’re not very close as Feng Teng growing up with his grandfather totally,” I’ve only vaguely outlined the reason for my husband lack of family.

Very vaguely.

The story that of him spun me when we first met sufficed.

It’s perfectly plausible too.

“Hmm. Selfishness,” she sighs.

“It causes more family rifts than anything else actually,” she add.

“Yes. It does,” I agree.

We’re interrupted by another knock at the door and Mom leaves me on the bed to answer it.

“Oh, it must be SiSi,” she sings.

“I have drinks! Wow, aunty, you look incredible,” SiSi excited voice creeps into the room before she barrels past my mother and hits me with delighted eyes.

“Hey! Aren’t you finish dressed yet?” she asks, setting a tray on the wooden chest.

She looks fabulous in a simple, velvet dress, her long curls a mass of red flames surrounding her pale face, she my only bridesmaid, but with the enthusiasm of ten.

“Just about to,” I stand myself up and adjust my b.o.o.b.s in my cups again.

“Here, for you,” She thrusts a glass of pink liquid at me.

“Oh, yes, you must!” Mom chants, closing the door and hastily making her way over to scoop one up for herself.

She takes a long sip and gasps.

“Oh, every lady should have this before she end her single life,” she sings.

I shake my head at the glass that’s floating in front of me.

“No, I’m fine,” I don’t want alcohol breath under my husband nose.

“Darling this will calm down your nerves a bit,” SiSi insists, taking my hand and placing the glass in it.

“Drink,”she orders.

She knows I’m nervous badly. She nods at the glass with raised eyebrows and I relent, taking a generous swig of wine.

It tastes as marvellous as ever, but no amount of alcohol is going to cure me.

Gosh!

I can’t believe that I would drink a wine before my aisle walk. I bet Feng Teng will smell it during the kiss after vows.

HAHA. HAHA. HAHA