One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Jiang Qimeng came downstairs to see her daughter already sitting at the table having breakfast and asked in surprise, “Why? You’re early today.”

These days, the latter would hardly step out of her room at all and have breakfast with the former.

The young woman lifted her head to look at her mother. “Aren’t we going to pick a wedding gown today? What time are we leaving?”

Jiang Qimeng looked at the wall clock and replied, “Well, it’s getting late. Let’s go out after breakfast.”

“Alright.”

After the two had their morning meal, the young lady drove as they set off for the mall.

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The IDO Queenstown Bridal Salon was the top, renowned bridal atelier in the whole capital.

It gathered under its roof all the top bridal brands in the world and was the only exclusive supplier in the country for brands, such as PRONOVIAS, ELIESAAB, ATELIERPRONOVIAS, LASPOSA, and so forth.

Its collection consisted of the world’s top bridal gown designers. In fact, every single gown was sewn by hand and one-of-its-kind, but this was also the reason for the hefty price tag that came with each piece. The gowns were easily in the range of hundreds of thousands, or even millions; some had even pushed into the range of tens of millions of yuan.

The salon’s philosophy was solely to bestow glory to love by giving the beloved bride a wedding dress which belonged to her and her alone!

The bride, in her extravagant and romantic gown, would be the one and only in her man’s eyes on the most important day in their lives.

This bridal salon could be said to be the ultimate wedding dream of every woman. Being able to wear a designer dress from this atelier for their wedding was something that many women dreamed of!

After all, not every woman could get to wear a gown which was truly made for her on her wedding day.

The reason Song Enya selected this atelier was that it was once her dream to walk down the aisle with Brother Mu, wearing a gown specially designed by Queenstown Bridal Salon.

It was her dream to be his special bride on their big day. She could imagine the scene where she slowly walked up to him in her pristine, sacred gown and gently placed her hand in the cradle of his palm. The thought was enough to send her heart racing!

At this point in time, that dream had turned out to be an ironic fantasy that made a mockery of her.

As the young lady stepped into the bridal shop, the store clerk approached her enthusiastically.

As a specialty store selling luxurious wedding gowns, their service standard was naturally impeccable. Soon, she was led into the store by the sales assistant to pick a dress for herself.

The place was huge—covering a few hundreds of square feet—which was sufficient to display hundreds of wedding gowns.

The missy followed down the display rack, checking out the pieces as she walked past them. Each dress was unique and almost impossible to replicate, but none could satisfy this picky lady. Her mother lingered on each display, though, with eyes of astonishment as she held hands with her.

The middle-aged woman was not as picky as her daughter; hence, there were quite a few pieces that caught her fancy. Alas, her selections did not satisfy her daughter, for the other shook her head at her recommendations.

In the end, the older woman felt somewhat defeated by her daughter’s fussiness and asked in resignation, “Enya, we’ve been here for some time. Are you really not interested in any of these gowns?”

The spoiled lady shook her head in disdain. What the store clerk had shown her were second-rate dresses.

This meant that these dresses were either made by the designers on the fly or tailored-made by them for certain clients but were rejected for one reason or another. As such, the prices of these pieces on display were slightly lower than the customized ones.

This was why these dresses were considered second-rate.