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The bride appeared, trailing a long wedding dress, and the bouquet on her chest was pure and radiant.

Shu Pan’s heart was filled with excitement and envy because Gu Shaoting’s proposal was simple and he had mentioned that the company had just started to take off, so he was busy. Moreover, her mother-in-law had some reservations about her, considering her to be a simple girl from a modest background, not a high society socialite. Therefore, they had only registered their marria ...

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