For three months, while her hand healed, Meng Jingwei was well cared for by Qing Muyye. Naturally, she also witnessed Qing Muyye's 'formidability' during this time.
As the saying goes, 'Only the wise know when to submit,' and facing him, Meng Jingwei could only 'lay down her arms and surrender.'
Seeing that Meng Jingwei had surrendered, Qing Muyye couldn't help but playfully flick her nose and smile dotingly, "I'll carry you to the bath..."
"No, no need, I can do it myself!"
Meng Jingwei decisively refused, pushing Qing Muyye away and dashing into the bathroom at a hundred-meter sprint, locking the door.
Having experienced Qing Muyye's incredible 'endurance,' Meng Jingwei dared not share a bath with him, or she might not have the chance to get their marriage certificate today.
After a simple wash-up, they changed their clothes.
"Grrrr—"
Meng Jingwei's stomach growled like an empty city.
Standing beside Qing Muyye, she looked at him with mournful eyes, "I'm hungry..."
"Mm, let's go eat first."
Qing Muyye put his arm around her waist, and they entered the elevator together.
"Let's go straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to get the certificate if we're late," Meng Jingwei said, shaking her phone.
The time on the phone screen showed three fifty in the afternoon.
"Eating a meal won't take long."
Qing Muyye ruffled her hair. As the elevator doors opened, he naturally took Meng Jingwei's hand, and they walked out of the elevator.
Due to Qing Muyye's status, they both wore masks, so going out didn't worry them about being discovered.
Qing Muyye drove, taking Meng Jingwei to Yipinju.
They had a simple meal before setting off for the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Sitting in the car, Meng Jingwei played with her phone, "Today is April 27th, which is May 6th on the Gregorian calendar. What a perfect date."
"Every day with you is a good day," Qing Muyye glanced at her sideways while driving and said softly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Meng Jingwei smacked her lips, "You must have eaten honey behind my back at Yipinju, otherwise, why are your words so sweet?"
"I ate you," he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, continually teasing Meng Jingwei.
"You're really... Hey, why are you stopping here?"
Just as Meng Jingwei was about to say something, she saw Qing Muyye pull the car over to the side of the road.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out, saying to her, "Wait for me in the car."
"Oh, okay."
She assumed Qing Muyye needed to use the restroom.
After sitting in the car for a while, the man returned five minutes later and got back into the car.
"What did you go to do?"
Qing Muyye closed the car door and turned to face the little woman, "Close your eyes."
"Huh?"
Meng Jingwei frowned, confused. "What are you up to, being so mysterious?"
Although she said that, she obediently closed her eyes, contradicting her words with her actions.
Then, she felt Qing Muyye take her hand, and a moment later, something cool was placed on her ring finger.
Meng Jingwei subconsciously opened her eyes and was astonished to find a pink diamond ring on her finger.
The pink diamond was designed to resemble a rose, exuding beauty, exquisiteness, and elegance.
She looked at Qing Muyye in disbelief, "It's a rose design?"
Qing Muyye shook his head. "Your name has the character 'Wei,' so I specifically arranged for a designer to create a diamond ring with a rose design."
"Why did you choose pink?" The little woman admired the ring and muttered, "It's beautiful, but is it too girlish?"
"Silly girl," Qing Muyye reached out and poked her head. "Do you know the meaning of a pink rose?"
"No," Meng Jingwei pouted, curious. "You know flower languages? Isn't that something only girls know?"
At this moment, Meng Jingwei finally understood why Qing Muyye had taken her to Yipinju for a meal.
From Yipinju to the Civil Affairs Bureau, they had to pass by the largest jewelry mall in Lancheng, and his ring must have been custom-ordered by a designer long ago.
No wonder he had been hesitant when she mentioned getting their marriage certificate during her recovery period.
So that's why...
He wanted to put the wedding ring on her finger on the day they got married!
"Do you like it?" The man held Meng Jingwei's hand and asked instead of answering.
The exquisite pink diamond wedding ring on her slender fingers made them appear even more delicate and fair, rivaling those of a hand model.
"Mm. I like it." Meng Jingwei nodded enthusiastically.
It was afternoon, and sunlight streamed through the windshield. Meng Jingwei raised her hand, and the diamond ring sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight, looking beautiful.
"I'm glad you like it," Qing Muyye held Meng Jingwei's hand tightly, gazing at her with eyes full of affection. "With this ring, from this day forward, you are mine, Qing Muyye's."
Feeling the man's intense gaze, Meng Jingwei's face was filled with a satisfied smile.
She had imagined the proposal happening in a sea of flowers, or witnessed by friends, or during a carefully prepared candlelight dinner, but she never expected it to be so simple.
Simple, yet it made her feel immensely happy.
"No!" Her little head shook. "We should say, we are a family."
After speaking, she held out her hand to Qing Muyye.
The man frowned in confusion, "What?"
"The ring. They're not just single rings, are they?"
"Of course, they are a pair." Qing Muyye took out a black velvet box from his suit pocket and placed it in Meng Jingwei's palm.
She took the ring box, opened it, and found another ring inside – a very simple men's leaf ring, exquisitely crafted with perfect cuts, a true masterpiece.
"Why is your ring a green leaf?"
"What do you think?" Qing Muyye's lips, neither thin nor thick, curved into an arc, and he smiled without speaking.
His ring was a green leaf, and Meng Jingwei's was a pink rose. A flower and a leaf made a complete set.
Fortunately, Qing Muyye had discerning taste and wasn't like some nouveau riche, making rings as big as pigeon eggs, which were vulgar and impractical. Instead, these moderately sized diamond rings were luxurious yet understated, retaining their nobility.
She held Qing Muyye's hand and slipped the ring onto his finger, looking up at the man. "From today onwards, you, Qing Muyye, are my husband, Meng Jingwei. If I ever find out you betray me..."
"That day will never come."
"Tch, you're surrounded by beauties, who knows," Meng Jingwei scoffed and added, "I don't ask for much from you, just one thing: loyalty!"
She raised a finger, and as she said this, her smiling face gradually turned serious.
Qing Muyye held her right hand tightly in his, "I promise you."
Saying that, he drew her into his embrace and gently patted her back with his large hand. "Madam Qing, I, Qing, am a new husband. Please guide me more in the future."
"What, are you planning to get married a second time?"
Meng Jingwei pushed him away and glared at him.
The man, who had been immersed in romance moments ago, his expression darkened. "Has anyone told you that you're a total buzzkill?"
"Hahaha, I'm just teasing you." Meng Jingwei raised her hands, cupping his cheeks. "Mr. Qing, I'm also a new wife. I can't cook, I'm not gentle, and I'm not considerate. Will you dislike me?"