Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2319 - 2255: Yes, Marriage Is a Big Deal

"Low-cut? Sleeveless? Short skirt?" Meng Xinian’s expression turned grim.

What on earth were those kinds of clothes?

Just imagining her dressed in such a way, exposing so much of her pale, velvet-smooth skin for others to see, made his heart feel as though it were being relentlessly clawed.

It suddenly dawned on Chiang Xiao that during this period, sexy attire like wedding cocktail dresses or mini bridal gowns didn't exist yet.

There was no point even considering it; even the standard white wedding dresses of this era were incredibly dated in their design.

She might as well just wear a military uniform.

Still, she recalled that in the decades to come, many people would regret not capturing more images of their youth, while others hadn't even considered preserving those memories through photography.

"Brother Xinian, how about we take a full set of wedding photos then?"

"We definitely need to take wedding photos."

"But I don't mean the typical studio portraits you're thinking of, where we just sit side by side. Let's try street photography."

"Street photography?" Meng Xinian mused, "You mean taking the pictures out on the open street?"

"Exactly. We can take a lot of them so that we can look back on them whenever we want in the future." As the idea took root, Chiang Xiao’s excitement grew, "I'll even create a custom photo album myself and add some of my own drawings."

By combining the photographs with her behind-the-scenes sketches, the album would become a priceless memento.

Meng Xinian gave an immediate nod of approval, "That’s a wonderful plan."

"In that case, we need to purchase several stylish, photogenic outfits. We also have to be selective about the photographer and the locations. With so much to organize, is June really enough time?"

"When would you prefer?"

"What about October? The golden autumn of October is the perfect season for a wedding. It also grants us more time to get everything ready."

October...

Waiting that long felt like his heart would start growing moss!

Meng Xinian looked at her, his teeth practically clenched, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, do you really have the heart to make me wait?"

Did she honestly expect him to wait nearly another full year?

Seeing his wounded and resentful expression, Chiang Xiao struggled to suppress a laugh.

Was it truly such a painful prospect for him?

"What is so wrong with October?"

"It only has one flaw—it's far too distant." Meng Xinian shook his head. "By then, we can just select some lighter, thinner clothing. Besides, it's only for one day; we can push through the discomfort."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime celebration, so why should we have to endure anything?"

"October isn't actually that much cooler anyway."

In his mind, if October was an option, why couldn't they just do it in June?

Chiang Xiao fixed her gaze on him, "Then what do you think is the best date? Did you consult with Elder Yang about it?"

Suddenly, Meng Xinian seemed to lose his desire to speak.

"Never mind, we can discuss this later. I'm heading out; you should get some rest."

Observing his obvious attempt to flee the conversation, Chiang Xiao suspected something was amiss.

Naturally, as soon as darkness fell, Meng Xinian went sneaking back into her room.

The following day, while Chiang Xiao was getting her things ready to depart, the Elder Couple Yang and Yang Zhiqi arrived to bid her farewell. Old Yang remarked, "Little Xiao, once you and Xinian have finalized the wedding date, make sure to inform Grandma and me. We'll definitely be there for the feast. However, I don't think there's any need to hurry. November thirteenth is actually a much better day than June, wouldn't you agree?"

Upon hearing those words, Chiang Xiao’s eyes immediately darted toward Meng Xinian.

Meng Xinian stared up at the sky, seemingly fascinated by how blue it was.

Then he shifted his gaze to the ground, acting as if the grains of sand were the most interesting thing in the world.

Chiang Xiao found herself caught between laughter and tears.

Could this man be any more childish?