My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 85 The True Owner of the Dress

A short while later, Maria returned carrying the dress in both hands.

Zhu Ziqing's gaze was instantly drawn to the dress.

When Maria announced the designer's name, her eyes widened in shock, and she blurted out, "What? This was designed by Haley?!"

Haley is a legendary figure in the fashion world, one of the world's top fashion designers.

Countless people would do anything to get a piece of clothing designed by her personally, let alone become her apprentice.

Zhu Ziqing was no exception. For countless days and nights, she dreamed of becoming a Haley apprentice, burning the midnight oil to draw design drafts, and longing to step into that unattainable fashion palace.

Shocked, she turned to look at Tan Haoyu, her eyes filled with doubt and curiosity, a question forming in her mind:

What exactly is his identity?

They even managed to persuade Maria to bring out the dress Haley had prepared for the bride.

Could it be that he and Haley have an unusual relationship?

Maria gently unfolded her dress.

In an instant, Zhu Ziqing felt a burst of light before her eyes.

The skirt was like the flowing skirt of an elf that had flown out of a fairy tale, long and light.

The layers of the skirt resembled clouds piled up on the horizon, dancing lightly in the wind.

The colors are unique and dreamlike, as if they are a blend of the soft light of dawn and the splendor of sunset, changing unpredictably under the light.

The fabric is so soft it feels like a cloud brushing against your face, and it warms to the touch.

The most exquisite feature is the lifelike butterfly pattern on the skirt and the dress, which seems to be about to take flight, lively and vivid.

It seemed as if it would sweep Zhu Ziqing away in the next second.

Zhu Ziqing was deeply shocked. At Maria's prompting, she walked into the fitting room with a mix of trepidation and excitement.

A short while later, she walked out gracefully.

Maria, with her sharp eyes, was the first to exclaim, "My God, it fits perfectly!"

It's like it was made just for you!

As she spoke, she pushed Zhu Ziqing toward Tan Haoyu, urging, "Go and have Mr. Tan take a look."

The locker room door slowly opened, making a slight creaking sound.

Zhu Ziqing moved with light, graceful steps, her "butterfly" dress clinging tightly to her slender figure.

The skirt, like a flowing cloud, spread out and swayed behind her in layers.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were smiling, like an elven princess who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.

Zhu Ziqing stood in front of Tan Haoyu and looked up at the full-length mirror beside her.

The person in the mirror is dressed in a colorful butterfly dress, with a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and confidence and joy in her eyes.

She examined it for a moment, nodded slightly, and unconsciously smiled, her eyes full of satisfaction.

Tan Haoyu's previously casual posture instantly tensed up, as if he were being pulled by an invisible force.

His gaze, like a magnet drawn to iron, instantly became fixed on Zhu Ziqing.

The gold-framed glasses on his nose reflected a subtle shimmer under the light.

The eyes behind the glasses were slightly narrowed, deep and dark, filled with complex emotions, making it difficult to fathom what he was thinking at that moment.

Tan Haoyu stared at the dress on Zhu Ziqing's body, as if he were lost in a distant old dream.

After a moment, he spoke softly, breaking the silence: "You know, I once asked Haley out of curiosity where the name 'Butterfly' came from. Could it just be because there are many butterfly patterns on the dress?"

After saying that, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, as if he were laughing at his own shallowness back then.

At that moment, Haley did not answer directly, but smiled slyly and asked him in return, "Can't you see what those butterflies are chasing?"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, stirring up Tan Haoyu's doubts and quietly planting a seed of contemplation in his heart.

Even now, seeing Zhu Ziqing wearing this dress with his own eyes, he felt as if a flash of inspiration had struck him, and he instantly understood.

The butterfly embroidery is so lifelike, as if it has a soul, flying one after another, resolutely towards beauty.

Just like Zhu Ziqing in her colorful dress, so beautiful and charming that everything in the world would be willing to bow down to her and offer everything for her.

So this is the true meaning of "colorful butterfly".

He was being stared at so directly, intensely, and for such a long time by Tan Haoyu.

Zhu Ziqing's cheeks grew increasingly hot, like ripe peaches, and she felt uneasy all over.

She bit her lower lip, forced an awkward smile, and asked softly, "Why are you staring at me? Is it because... this dress doesn't look good on me?"

His voice betrayed a hint of tension and unease.

Tan Haoyu slowly shook his head without saying a word, but simply reached out his hand and gently beckoned her to come closer.

Before Zhu Ziqing stood still, he leaned down slightly, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and praised her softly but firmly: "So beautiful. This dress only truly has a soul when it's on you."

His tone was full of deep affection, as if he wanted to drown you in it.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Haoyu straightened up, his hands unconsciously clenching, his eyes revealing a strong possessiveness: "To be honest, I really don't want anyone to see you like this right now. I just want to hide you away and let this beauty belong to me alone."

Hearing this, Zhu Ziqing felt a sweet warmth rise in her heart.

But she still winked mischievously and asked playfully, "Oh, so does that mean I need to change my outfit? So you won't be so nervous."

Tan Haoyu frowned and resolutely refused without hesitation: "No changing! And don't mention this again."

That undeniable domineering aura perfectly embodies the style of a CEO.

Tan Haoyu composed himself, turned to look at Maria who was waiting to the side, and said in his usual calm and decisive tone: "I'll buy this dress."

Maria, tell Haley that if there's a charge, Yang Piaoliang's side can handle it.

After saying that, he straightened his clothes slightly, as if he had just finalized a multi-million dollar business deal.

Zhu Ziqing secretly observed Tan Haoyu from the side, wondering to herself: He could so casually decide to buy the dress that Haley had prepared for the bride, and he was so familiar with arranging the payment. He and Haley must have a very good relationship. But what kind of relationship was hidden behind this?

This only piqued her curiosity more.

Tan Haoyu and Zhu Ziqing walked hand in hand slowly toward the villa gate.

The two chatted and laughed, immersed in their own little world.

Completely unaware of the intense gaze fixed on them from the rooftop platform.

At this moment, the man standing on the rooftop platform was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with an upright posture.

He gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his gaze fixed on Zhu Ziqing, his expression filled with shock.

It was a kind of astonishment, as if one had seen a ghost, after all, this "butterfly" dress was of extraordinary significance.

He never imagined that anyone could wear it with such grace.

But in a short while, the man's gaze subtly changed; the shock faded, replaced by undisguised admiration.

The Zhu Ziqing before my eyes seemed to have merged with the "colorful butterfly," graceful and radiant.

It's as if this dress has been waiting for many years, and has finally found its true owner.

Everything was so perfect that it was impossible to look away.