"Do you really want to wear that?" Yu Shaoqiu couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course." Han Xinyu said as she held the qipao up to her body. "Look at this qipao Little Aunt made. It's truly exquisite with all the golden threads. And look at this embroidery. I guarantee even Zhang Jiamei in a designer wedding dress can't outshine me."
Yu Shaoqiu's mouth twitched. "It's their wedding. Why do you want to outshine them?"
"Why shouldn't I?" Han Xinyu glared at him. "You've seen Zhang Jiamei's attitude, strutting around like a little rooster. If I don't put her in her place, she'll definitely get too cocky. It's for her own good. With her personality, she's bound to annoy others. Better I teach her a lesson now than her mother-in-law having to do it later."
Yu Shaoqiu was speechless. How could outshining someone on their most important day of life be for their own good?
"Oh, stop your whining, or I might start getting upset," Han Xinyu warned him with a stare.
