Against the backdrop of her phoenix crown and red wedding robes, Su Ningwei looked even more exquisitely beautiful, gentle and dignified, like a peerless beauty stepping out of an ancient painting.
The dot of red between her brows, vivid as cinnabar, was like the finishing touch that brought a dragon to life, adding a unique charm to Su Ningwei's beauty.
Ye Chen was once again stunned by Su Ningwei's beauty.
His wife truly never got tiresome to look at—the more he looked, the prettier she became.
The gathered relatives and friends were all amazed by Su Ningwei's beauty, praising Ye Chen for his good fortune in marrying a wife as lovely as a celestial maiden.
Ye Chen's little nephew hugged his mother's leg and pointed at Su Ningwei. "Mommy, Mommy, when I grow up, I want to marry a bride as pretty as Auntie too."
"Oh, that'll be very difficult. A bride as pretty as Auntie can only be matched by a very outstanding boy. If you want to become outstanding, you'll have to do at least a hundred mental math problems and practice a page of handwriting every day before you'll have even the slightest chance." The little boy's mother rubbed the top of his head, taking the opportunity to motivate her son.
There was no helping it—tutoring children these days was truly exhausting for both mothers and fathers.
The little boy's eyes immediately sparkled. "Really? Then if I do two hundred mental math problems and practice two pages of handwriting every day, will my chances be a little better?"
"Of course. Remember, every day." The little boy's mother answered with a smile.
The little boy nodded solemnly. "Mm, I understand. I'll stick with it. Let's go!"
At that moment, the bridal attendant brought over two cups of sweet