Somehow, Lin Yixun nodded, "Okay."
As soon as she spoke, Lin Yixun regretted it. What was happening to her? Didn't she hate Leng Yixiu? Why would she agree to such a request from him?
But, once spoken, words are like spilled water, hard to take back. She thought about it, after all, she would have to wear a wedding dress on the wedding day, what difference did it make which dress it was? The only laughable thing was that she was getting married a second time, and still to the same person.
As they walked out of the villa, the man glanced back at the villa and then asked Lin Yixun, "Do you like this house as our marital home?"
Marital home?
Lin Yixun immediately understood that the purpose of Leng Yixiu bringing her here today wasn't just to choose a wedding dress, but also to view their marital home.
She smiled lightly, "A house is just a place to live, whether I like it or not doesn't matter."
"It's not just a house, it's our home, and the children's."
