<h4>Chapter 727: In Case This Little Woman Looked for More Excuses to Be Unreasonable with Him</h4>


    Coincidentally, Qin Siting was in the country and was captured by Mo Jingshen toe to give Ji Nuan a check-up.


    From the beginning, he had known that with Dr. Windell’s operation, her injury would recover just fine. After the residual bleeding in her brain was gone, she wouldpletely regain her consciousness.


    Despite this, Ji Nuan had still recovered at a startling speed. When he was performing the check-up on her, Qin Siting couldn’t help butment, “As expected, he stayed at home the whole time to take care of you without taking any breaks. This method of ‘sticking closely by your side’ not only triggered your dependence and familiarity with him. It also kept you in a mentally safe environment. This method of gentle care and recovery is good for you; at the very least, it has already helped your headaches to ease greatly.”


    “In the future, will I still have lingering headaches?” Ji Nuan asked.


    “As of now, because you’ve only just recovered, in the short-term you may still experience headaches when you exercise too aggressively. You may also feel dizzy on cars or flights. High altitudes will be ufortable for you and any bumps against your head may trigger the symptoms as well. But aside from those circumstances, you should be fine. After some time, with proper treatment, you will make full recovery. There’s no need to worry.”


    Qin Siting was always reliable. From the beginning, Ji Nuan was not too worried. After hearing his answer, she was even less concerned.


    Mrs. Wan Zhu on the other hand, even though she didn’t manage to bring her daughter-inw home to spoil and dote on, she still kept looking for excuses toe to the office to chat with Ji Nuan.


    Right now, Ji Nuan was still evading the people from MN Group, especially Xia Tian. She was pretending that she had yet to recover and she hoped to drag this on for as long as possible. Thus, there were nopany matters she had to attend to. She was indeed free to the point of bing flustered. Being tugged around by Wan Zhu to chat at least relieved some of her boredom.


    When they passed by a photography studio opened by a family of Chinese people in Los Angeles, Wan Zhu’s eyes suddenly lit up. She tugged against Ji Nuan’s sleeves: “Daughter-inw, back when you and Jingshen were married, did you take any wedding photos?”


    Ji Nuan took a nce at the photography studio.


    They had photos but those barely counted.


    At the time, she wasn’t particrly familiar with the man she was about to marry. Ji Hongwen had persuaded her and asked her to take Grandfather Mo’s face into ount. That was the only reason she had agreed for the photographer to bring a few chosen gowns to her home to take a few photos for her.


    Although they had the photos, it was shots of them alone. The only photo of them together was also edited by the photographer. Prior to the wedding, it seemed like she had never met Mo Jingshen.


    Afterward, those photos were never disyed in the Yu Garden. In the beginning, it was because she was unwilling to disy them. Afterward, it was because those were photos of them standing alone and she found them meaningless. Thus, she never brought them out.


    When Wan Zhu tugged her into the photography studio and took matters into her own hand, iming she would reserve a slot for them to take wedding photos, Ji Nuan did not refuse her.


    In fact, she was also curious about the process of taking wedding photos. In both her lives, she had never shared this experience with Mo Jingshen. No matter what, she still had a small desire for it.


    ——


    Although Mo Jingshen was busy in Los Angeles, when Wan Zhu arranged for him to take wedding photos with Ji Nuan, he took a nce at Ji Nuan. He saw that she seemed to be looking forward to it and naturally did not refuse her. He only asked for the arranged timing and instructed his secretary to make time for it in his schedule. Clearly, he was agreeing to take photos with Ji Nuan.


    The date was then set for two days from now.


    On that day, Mo Jingshen personally drove to bring Ji Nuan over. There waspletely no need for Wan Zhu to nag or remind him.


    After all, she was his wife. All of the losses, absences and regrets from their wedding, so long as Ji Nuan cared about them, so long as Ji Nuan desired for them, one by one, he would spend ten times the effort and time to apany her to make up for it. At the very least, he wouldn’t leave any regrets for her. Otherwise, this little woman would keep looking for excuses to be unreasonable with him.


    Mrs. Wan Zhu had personally picked this photography studio. She imed that the great-great grandfather of an old friend of hers hade to America to study more than a hundred years ago. He eventually settled down in America and opened this photography studio. It was a studio that had existed for more than a hundred years and was very famous in Los Angeles. Most of its clients were Chinese. Of course, foreigners who were curious about the Chinese style would asionallye for their services.


    Recently, Wan Zhu had been looking for the opportunity to properly dote on them. When she booked the appointment, she personally chose four sets of outfits for them.


    Ji Nuan had a lot of faith in Wan Zhu and naturally wore whatever she was given.


    The first two sets were normal wedding gowns and suits for her and Mo Jingshen. She took the photos happily.


    The third set was of a ssic, Chinese style with crimson outfits. They were also stunning.


    With Wan Zhu’s age, no matter how fashionable she was, her choices still tended to fall within convention. She wasn’t like the youths, who woulde up with all sorts of creative, unique ideas. Despite this, every outfit was more festive than the one before. As a result, Ji Nuanpletely forgot that Mo Jingshen and her had been married for quite some time. She felt as though they were preparing for their wedding... Each time, when she stepped out in a new outfit, her cheeks would be scarlet red under the thinyer of foundation applied on her skin.


    Finally, it came to the fourth set of outfits.


    Prior to entering the changing room, Ji Nuan only knowledge of the outfits worn by the women in the Republic of China were based on war resistance information, television dramas, visuals of unmarrieddies from wealthy families and singers in Shanghai.


    She tried several Cheongsams in a row. Although they were all beautiful, Ji Nuan was unable to show off the styles well. Particrly with Wan Zhu watching her with a smile, Ji Nuan’s posture became stiff. In the end, she either made the ‘wealthy youngdy’ outfit seem like a proper uniform, or she gave the image of a ‘faraway singer with a life of hardships’ the taste of an innocent, family woman.


    She twisted back and forth in front of the mirror and stretched out a smooth, long leg. She tried her best to blow a kiss and apanied it with a wink.


    It wasn’t as if Ji Nuan didn’t know how to pull off a seductive outfit; she had her fair share of seductive moments as well. However, with Wan Zhu right by her side... although she wanted to disy a certain aura, she still restrained herself. As a result, her actions became stiffer and for some reason, she greatly resembled... a young child who had stolen an adult’s clothes?


    In the end, Wan Zhu assumed Ji Nuan had grown tired from taking photos. She was worried about her health and gave up making the ssic and seductive outfit work. Instead, she began considering the image of a gentle and well-educated student.


    As a result.


    Very good.


    After putting it on, Ji Nuan felt that she could immediately join the Yellow River Cantata.


    Ji Nuan stared at her two braids and was somewhat frustrated as she considered if she had really lost too much weight. She even gave a seductive outfit the taste of an innocent, family woman. As a result, she could only put on such an outfit. It was no wonder Mo Jingshen kept nagging that she was too thin, and kept insisting for her to eat more.


    It seemed like she really had to eat more.