"The girl is dressed so plainly and doesn't wear any jewelry. She doesn't look like a famous lady. I think it's just her natural beauty that makes Master Zhan look at her with admiration. She's not a wife, she's just a lover."

"I didn't expect the prince to care about her thoughts so much. If we had known earlier, we should have tried our best to make her happy?" A waiter said regretfully.

As soon as the complaint was over, their manager ran over sweating profusely and asked, "Where is Mr. Zhan? Where is Mr. Zhan?"

"Let's go." Several waiters bowed their waists and announced.

The manager stamped his feet, "Why did you just leave? It's rare for Mr. Zhan to take Miss Yan out to buy jewelry. How did you do it... You can't keep such a good opportunity to make a fortune."

"Who? You don't know? That's Princess Yan, whom Mr. Zhan has held in his hands since he was a child. He's the crown prince's favorite."

Several waiters who looked down on others were dumbfounded.

The waiters didn't realize what kind of opportunity they had missed to make a fortune, until the manager told them, "Wait until Mr. Zhan buys the jewelry store next door. Why don't you just go away and cry?"

"Manager, who is that lady?"

Zhan Hanjue suddenly pulled Zheng Ling's hand over, held it in his palm, and said sympathetically: "Zheng Ling, please invite the media to live broadcast our wedding. How about that?"

Zheng Ling's eyes widened in surprise. Zhan Hanjue has always been a low-key person. He used to hate the media the most and wanted all the media to die. If the media secretly photographed her, he would use his authority to force her to go bankrupt.

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After buying jewelry, Zheng Ling and the others were on their way home. Zheng Ling looked depressed all the time.

Zhan Hanjue also frowned. He felt that he had failed. No one knew who his favorite prince was.

Zhan Hanjue glanced at him angrily, "What I'm showing off is not a wedding, but a beautiful wife."

Yan Zheng was dumbfounded.

But why are you actively catering to the media now?

Even Yan Zheng and Fengxian couldn't understand the purpose of his decision. Yan Zheng protested: "Master Zhan, why do you suddenly fall in love with showing off? Although your wedding is very luxurious and large-scale, and will make many girls worship you,

I admire you. But don’t forget that you are a married man?"

Fengxian instantly understood Zhan Hanjue's intention, and said with envy and hatred on her face: "Yan Zheng, look at how good my eldest brother is to Zheng Ling. He is dedicated and affectionate. How can he be like you, eating from the bowl?

Look at what's in the pot. If you dare to tip money to an internet celebrity anchor again, I will never end it with you."

Yan Zheng was miserable, "Aren't you arguing with me endlessly now?"

Then he muttered: "What's your mentality? You really want to tell the world that Yan Zhengling is your wife."

Zhan Hanjue remained silent, apparently acquiescing to Yan Zheng's speculation.

Yan Zhengling sighed and said feebly: "Stop arguing, okay? Zhengzheng, the immortal is pregnant with a child. It's not good for the child if you make her cry."

Hearing that it was not good for the child, Yan Zheng immediately gave up. He took the initiative to hold Xianxian's hand and said: "Okay, okay, don't be angry. I was wrong."

Fengxian was immediately angry and cried, "Are you still reasonable?"

Yan Zheng was at a loss, "Oh, I...I really don't have any bad thoughts about the anchor. Don't think too much. Okay?"

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Yan Zheng was a little helpless, "Aren't you being unreasonable?"

However, Fengxian cried even more sadly, "You are willing to compromise for the sake of your children, right? If you don't have children, will you apologize to me?"

Zhan Hanjue pinched his eyebrows.

Zheng Ling was in a bad mood.

Fengxian and Yan Zheng quarreled over trivial matters again.


Chapter completed!