From that day forward, Zhu Yun was fully armed against the sun whenever she went out, determined not to let its rays cause her the slightest harm. Even when cooking, all anyone could see was her pair of bright, foxy eyes.
Everyone knew her wedding to Mr. Chu was fast approaching, and they would occasionally tease her, saying she was taking this "hiding away until the wedding" thing seriously.
For a whole month, they hadn't once seen what Zhu Yun really looked like; she was becoming an abstract concept in their minds.
Wang Xianbing, gritting his teeth, scraped together another eighteen hundred yuan and brought it to her. The look he gave her was like a volley of daggers.
Zhu Yun was in no mood to trade barbs with him, her mind solely focused on her savings.
