"I don't really know. I don't know what theme style means!"
Mu Yazhe re-phrased the question. "Do you like Chinese or Western style weddings?"
This question stumped her!
A Chinese-style wedding with a red and gold, or red and black theme would be steady and passionate. It's traditional without losing novelty, and would come across quite solemn.
Most importantly, the traditional charm of a Chinese wedding with a phoenix coronet and robe was irresistible to many women.
It has to be said that traditional Chinese culture has its charms. Just imagine, wearing a gorgeous Han Chinese costume with a phoenix coronet and bridal veil, it is a lovely vision!
However, most wedding ceremonies nowadays are western style!
The most eye-catching feature of Western weddings would be the pure and beautiful wedding gown!
A resplendent snow white. Be it a fishtail design or the puffy princess dress, every wedding dress had its own unique characteristics.
An arch of flowers, a sacred and solemn vow, specially customized wedding cake and champagne tower was also a rather attractive option!
Yun Shishi was in a dilemma. She liked both the Chinese and Western styles!
"Well…"
She frowned and started to hesitate. "I like the solemn style of Chinese weddings, but I also like the elegance of Western weddings! I like phoenix coronets and traditional wedding robes, but I also like the pure and dreamy wedding gowns! I like both and it's really hard to choose between the two!"
"Since it's hard to make a choice, let's have both styles!"
"Huh?"
Yun Shishi was a little stunned. "Gosh, these two styles are incompatible. How do we have both?"
"An outdoor lawn wedding, an indoor Chinese wedding. Since you like both of them, it's not like you don't have the conditions for it!"
She asked again, "What about you?"
"Hmmm?"
"What kind of wedding would you prefer?"
Mu Yazhe smiled as he looked at the sleeping baby in his arms. He said gently, "As long as you're the one standing before me and exchanging vows with me, I'm fine with any style."
He really didn't care about the style, only the person he was marrying. When that day would come, and she would stand before him, in that moment, everything else around would dim in comparison to her!
Hence whether it was Chinese style or the western style, he really couldn't care less!
He would only see her and nothing else!
In that moment, what would be more beautiful than her standing before him?
She would not have known what he was thinking, but seeing that he had thrown the question to her again, she struggled with her thoughts.
"Hubby, am I being too greedy, liking both Western and Chinese styles?"
Before she could finish speaking, the little guy in his arms suddenly kicked her legs. She might have been dreaming, but who knew what the dream was about. After kicking twice, she woke up!
Before she could even open her eyes, she started crying!
Probably because she was a little angry from having woken herself up, her mood turned sour. She groaned a few times and started crying!
Mu Yazhe hurriedly coaxed her. He kissed her forehead and patted her back. "Oh, oh," he said in a low voice. "Yueyao, don't cry. Yueyao, don't cry."
Little Yueyao did not pay any attention to the pacifying, she frowned and cried pitifully.