Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

When the staff at the bridal shop brought the pre-selected wedding dresses to the estate, they were all stunned.

Liu Qiao'er, Lin Yuqing, Zang Hua, Ning Yushan, Mu Ninghan, Wang Ningmei, Alice, Shen Yuexin, Han Qingxin—the stunning beauties excitedly took the wedding dresses they had chosen.

What does this mean, a single groom with nine brides?

Moreover, each one was a ravishing beauty, including those from abroad, each with a different charm, shining brightly.

An ordinary person would be thrilled to have just one, even willing to trade their life for it, but what kind of man could possibly possess nine such gorgeous women at once?

When Ye Ling stepped out in an ill-fitting black suit, all the bridal shop staff were instantly disappointed.

This young man was good-looking and fairly handsome, but he was no blazing hunk. Yet in the small black suit, he did have a bit of an edge.

But please, such men were a dime a dozen, alright? The man lucky enough to have these nine beauties—at the very least—should be as handsome as Pan An, with an illustrious status, right?

The staff eyed the surroundings and couldn't help but nod in agreement; the man's status was indeed impressive, but his looks, matched with these nine beauties, were quite underwhelming.

Ye Ling tugged awkwardly at his clothes, grumbling discontentedly, "It's scorching hot, and they make me wear something so stuffy. What, are they trying to give me heat rash?"

At that moment, the nine women, dressed in their wedding gowns, gradually walked out, their cheeks a delicate blush, fresh as blossoms, the dresses varying in color: pure white like snow, verdant as meadows.

Some were pink like peach blossoms, some as deep blue as the sky with cutouts, lace, embroidery, sweeping trails, and body-hugging short skirts.

In short, the arrival of the nine women instantly captivated all the staff of the bridal shop, leaving them speechless and wide-eyed with amazement. It was like a competition among a hundred flowers.

At this moment, all idioms failed to describe their beauty, especially with the wedding dresses enhancing their unique aura, presence, and a touch of enticing charm.

Each smile radiated infinite tenderness, every gesture capable of stirring the hearts of all men.

Ye Ling was dumbfounded. Not to mention these folks who hadn't seen much of the world, the women looking at Ye Ling's eager gaze couldn't help but lower their heads in bashful coyness, making his joy blossom even more.

"Well, you all really are beautiful, ha ha, I'm so darn impressed, the heat is totally worth it!"

Ye Ling laughed heartily, and the staff nodded in agreement, with one of them saying with a smile, "Ladies and gentleman, we'd better hurry along now. Once we've finished the seaside shots, we aim to take off today and reach the grasslands tomorrow for the second set."

At these words, Ye Ling's face froze instantly, "What? Plane? Grasslands? What do you mean?"

Great Xia, a single wedding photo shoot and they're planning to crisscross the whole of Huaxia—from the sea to the grasslands—isn't that a bit too insane?

"What do you mean by that? This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, you can't let us down, right? Besides, we are already compromising as it is, are you willing or not?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with the grasslands? We've always wanted to go. Open fields with sheep and cattle, wind blowing through green grass, the azure sky, what's the problem? I want to go."

"Are you letting us or not? The knife I keep hidden hasn't been unsheathed for a while."

That's what Zang Hua said. Even the notorious assassin queen wouldn't back down over wedding photos—how could such a once-in-a-lifetime event be settled haphazardly?

Ye Ling wiped the sweat from his brow, his embarrassment clear. The women before him, who were once as delicate as flowers, had suddenly transformed into fierce shrews, unwavering in their beliefs.

"No, you've misunderstood me, what I mean is, the journey is so long and tiring, can you handle it? Besides, we can take photos in the future. We could do a photoshoot every year, with different sceneries, and just keep snapping till we're old."

Ye Ling quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and stammered out his response. Now was not the time to anger these folks who were teetering on the edge; otherwise, he would really be in trouble.

After he finished speaking, the mood among the women seemed to stabilize somewhat. Han Qingxin nodded and soothingly said, "What you've said now is sensible, but it won't feel the same if we take photos in the future."

"This is a commemoration, you know, so the idea of doing a shoot every year is fine, but the part before that, not so much!"

Ye Ling was stunned, immediately feeling a bitterness that was hard to describe. Damn it, had he not just dug himself into a hole? He was filled with sorrow.

"No more talking, let's go! Setting off, hurry, hurry." Ye Ling waved his hand helplessly, and upon seeing his expression, the women's faces fell.

Seeing this, Ye Ling quickly raised his head, grinning from ear to ear, making sure his smile was as bright as possible.

Wang Shufen quickly voiced her concern, "Ye Ling, make sure you look after Alice, Qing Xin, and Yu Shan, okay? If anything goes wrong, I won't let you off the hook when we get home. Be careful!"

Right, with one of the big bosses laying down the law, Ye Ling could only nod obediently in agreement. Despite their envy, the other women did not feel any jealousy.

It was their own fault for not getting pregnant before them, and at once, the other six women looked at Ye Ling with a thick layer of envy.

Ye Ling felt the sharpness of their gazes, and his knees went weak. Damn it, were they gearing up for a big battle tonight? He was so tired, it felt like he was being run ragged.

The wedding photo shoot convoy slowly set out, with Shen Yuexin's dozens of bodyguards closely following—not out of concern for safety, but as a part of their duty.@@novelbin@@

On the sparsely populated beach, the bodyguards glared fiercely around, while Shen Yuexin and the rest of the nine women, dressed in their beautiful wedding gowns, looked like celestial beings who had descended to earth, ethereal in their appearance.

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They struck poses one after another, smiling gently, their faces filled with happiness, brimming with expectation for their wedding in half a month.

Ye Ling took photos with each of them, exhausted, but happily so.

Across the world, how many could boast of having nine women as beautiful as flowers? How many could claim such happiness? It was enough to make any man green with envy.

They had a light lunch at midday, making do with little as they could manage, and Ye Ling was tired like a dog, panting heavily.

By the end of it, the nine women's poses and smiles began to feel stiff and unnatural, even the smiles of genuine happiness.

But the relentlessly perfectionist team insisted on take after take, wearing Ye Ling out till he was utterly spent.

Meanwhile, the other women were full of enthusiasm; men and women truly experience these things differently.

As the day slowly passed, come evening, a chartered plane from Huamei Group took off with Ye Ling, the dozen or so others, and the 20-member team from the bridal studio, soaring into the sky.

As for the bodyguards, they were left behind in Donghai, and nobody knew that with this one flight, someone had their eyes locked steadfastly on the plane's trajectory.