The 99th Divorce

When Shen Zhilie heard that, he instinctively glanced at Ye Qianqian.

Ye Qianqian had caught the gist of the conversation. Her whole face immediately turned red.

Shen Zhilie quickly replied, “Grandma, what on earth are you thinking? We’ve been proper and decent. It’s only 6 a.m. here in Venice. Alright, we’ll talk another time. I’m going for breakfast.”

“What? There’s a time difference?” The disappointment was evident in Old Mrs. Shen’s voice. “Why didn’t you just sleep in until noon? If the lady agreed to go on a vacation alone with you, it means that she’s willing to be with you. Just do whatever you want to. Don’t suppress your natural urges, my boy!”

It wasn’t only Ye Qianqian who blushed this time.

Shen Zhilie felt his face burn as he heard his grandmother’s words. He awkwardly cleared his throat and said, “You’re being a bad influence! I’m hanging up!”

Old Mrs. Shen’s words were blunt and straightforward. Shen Zhilie’s face was red.

Ye Qianqian pretended that she hadn’t heard anything. She turned around and said, “I’m going to get changed.”

With that, she quickly hurried into the bedroom.

Shen Zhilie couldn’t help but recall something his grandmother had just said. “If the lady agreed to go on a vacation alone with you, it means that she’s willing to be with you.”

Theoretically, that did make sense. Was it applicable to Ye Qianqian?

Suspicion took root in Shen Zhilie’s mind.

Shen Zhilie took a shower and changed into fresh clothing before heading out to savor a hearty Italian breakfast.

After breakfast, Ye Qianqian pulled Shen Zhilie along as she went to a church.

There was a cathedral in Venice that was rumored to hold the largest amount of dark history in Italy. It was St. Mark’s Basilica.

Ye Qianqian went in and walked around, reading the history that surrounded St. Mark’s Basilica.

The way the history had been laid out made Ye Qianqian feel a little unsettled. She inwardly bit her tongue.

(I won’t go into the details of the history. Readers may Google it if they want to. I don’t want to be accused of filling up the word count.)

After looking around, Ye Qianqian’s emotions were stirred up. Was this sh*t even real?

Shen Zhilie was a lot more composed than she was. He said, “This church won’t do.”

“What?”

“A wedding cannot be held in such a church.”

Given the serious expression on his face, Ye Qianqian had thought that his words would be equally somber.

When she heard him, she clucked her tongue and replied, “Of course the wedding should be held back in our home country. It makes no sense to get married overseas.”

“Yeah. You have a point.” Shen Zhilie put his arm around her shoulder and said, “That’s exactly what I think too.”

“Yeah right. Suck up!”

“I’m serious!” Shen Zhilie hooked his arm around her shoulders and breezily said, “I like traditional Chinese weddings. My grandmother is on the superstitious side. She believes that she’s half a deity. You know about that. That definitely has something to do with the traditional Chinese beliefs. My grandmother is actually very much against church weddings.”

“Pffft…”

Ye Qianqian had heard Ye Youyou mention something about half a deity before.

She had also heard that this old lady occasionally looked out of sorts, but she was eerily accurate in her predictions.

This was especially evident in the fact that she had announced that Ye Youyou was destined to be married twice.

In the past, when Ye Youyou was still with Shen Luo’an, Ye Qianqian had turned her nose up at it.

After she had witnessed Ye Youyou and Shen Luo’an’s divorce, followed by her marriage to Li Jinnan, Ye Qianqian no longer dared to write it off.

It was safer to believe in it than not.

“According to my grandmother, wedding gowns are inauspicious. Hence, when Guan Queye said that she wanted to wear a white princess gown, my grandmother was very unhappy about it. She kept insisting that the wedding gown be red, but Guan Queye refused to comply. My grandmother was so enraged that she refused to attend the wedding.”