After locking the door, Yang Jingwan sat with her phone in hand, staring at the WeChat screen. She wanted to message Wang Haoran but couldn’t figure out what to write, leaving her feeling conflicted.

Suddenly, a message from Wang Haoran appeared, filling her with unexpected joy. She eagerly opened the chat to see what he had sent.

Young Master Wang: What did you mean by what you said the other day?

Wanwanwan: What did I say?

Young Master Wang: Have you forgotten already? You said you wouldn’t let me down.

Wanwanwan: How could I forget? Honestly, I don’t have feelings for Su Lang. Our marriage is just a formality. In this year of our nominal marriage, we haven’t even held hands.

Though Wang Haoran didn’t doubt Yang Jingwan’s words, he wanted to tease her a bit.

Young Master Wang: Really? I find that hard to believe!

Wanwanwan: If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you.

Young Master Wang: Prove it? How?

Wanwanwan: …

Young Master Wang: What’s the situation between you and Su Lang now?

Wanwanwan: I’ve already filed for divorce, but Su Lang wants to have the wedding first. If I still insist on it afterward, we’ll divorce. But in my opinion, Su Lang is too poor to even afford a wedding.

Wang Haoran deduced that Su Lang planned to reveal his true identity at the wedding to win Yang Jingwan’s heart. But things might not be that straightforward.

Young Master Wang: Are you free tomorrow?

Wanwanwan: Unfortunately, I have work during the day and need to try on wedding dresses after work.

Young Master Wang: That’s okay. We can meet at the bridal shop.

Wanwanwan: Oh, but…

Young Master Wang: We can pretend not to know each other, can’t we?

Wanwanwan: We can meet somewhere else. Does it have to be the bridal shop…

Young Master Wang: I really want to see you in a wedding dress!

Yang Jingwan was overjoyed to read this and quickly typed her reply.

Wanwanwan: Alright, come then. I’ll wear the wedding dress for you!

Young Master Wang: It’s a date. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.

Wanwanwan: Mm-hmm!

…

By 1 a.m., Qin Yunhan was already asleep. Wang Haoran communicated with the system and checked his status. After hard work, he had accumulated 11,900 villain points. It was time to use some.

Su Lang was unique, and gaining power wasn’t as crucial right now. Wang Haoran wasn’t interested in exchanging for power, so he spent 500 villain points on a lottery draw.

[Unfortunately, the host did not win any rewards. Would you like to again by spending another 500 villain points?]

“Yes.”

[Unfortunately, the host did not win any rewards. Would you like to again by spending another 500 villain points?]

“Continue.”

[Unfortunately, the host did not win any rewards. Would you like to again by spending another 500 villain points?]

…

“Darn it, continue!”

[Ding, congratulations to the host for your incredible luck, winning the ‘Flying Dragon Stealing Hands’ worth 2000 villain points. Do you want to use it now?]

Wang Haoran was a bit frustrated. He spent 3000 villain points on this lottery but only got a skill worth 2000 points—a net loss of 1000 points.

He decided to use the skill immediately and checked the description of “Flying Dragon Stealing Hands.”

“It allows you to steal any item from the opponent without them noticing. (Note: Only effective on those with lower combat power than the host.)”

Wang Haoran was disappointed. It was just a stealing skill and only useful against people with lower combat power. It seemed quite limited.

If my combat power is higher, I can handle them however I want. Why would I need to steal from them?

However, the skill’s intriguing part was that it could steal any item from the opponent. “Any item” naturally included clothing. Imagine using this skill on a woman…

This is quite a rogue skill.

…

The next morning, Yang Jingwan enjoyed breakfast while browsing wedding dress styles on her phone, occasionally smiling.

Su Lang walked over, saw her actions and expression, and felt elated.

His wife still cared about him! She said she didn’t want to look at wedding dresses, but she was smiling so happily while looking at them. Clearly, she was interested.

“Are you a ghost? Why do you walk without making any sound?” Yang Jingwan noticed him beside her and quickly turned her phone off.

“I didn’t see anything, really,” Su Lang said cheerfully, unfazed by her scolding.

To him, his wife was just being proud. She wanted to try on wedding dresses but was pretending otherwise. Now, having caught her in the act, she was flustered.

Yang Jingwan thought Su Lang’s attitude was strange but was relieved. She had plans to see wedding dresses with Wang Haoran, so she wanted to check the styles in advance, find her favorite, and show it to Wang Haoran.

She was apprehensive that Su Lang might suspect something unusual. Fortunately, Su Lang seemed oblivious, smiling foolishly, which suited her just fine.

After breakfast, Yang Jingwan headed for work. Su Lang returned to his room and took out a long-sealed Global Supreme Card from a drawer. There are only 50 of these cards worldwide, available only to those of extremely high status.

Su Lang had one, with a limit of 5 billion. It was more than enough for an extravagant wedding. He planned to use this card during their wedding dress shopping trip.

…

The day passed quietly, and soon it was evening. Wang Haoran drove to the sales office where Yang Jingwan worked, waiting outside. Several other cars waited there too, likely to pick up workers after their shifts.

“To the main store of Mingmen Bridal, let’s go.”

After work, Yang Jingwan eagerly got into Wang Haoran’s car, fastened her seatbelt, and smiled.

“Hold on tight,” Wang Haoran warned before accelerating, the McLaren speeding off.

“What style of wedding dress do you like?” Yang Jingwan asked.

“With your figure, you’ll look good in anything,” Wang Haoran praised.

“I’m a bit indecisive, so I wanted your opinion.”

“I’ll decide after we see them in the store.”

“Alright.”