“I am marrying a wife, not a maid, or a nanny. You don’t need to cook, you don’t need to be deliberately gentle. Just be yourself.”
He said with affectionate eyes.
His voice, gentle to the bone, was so sweet and pleasing, it melted Meng Jingwei’s heart.
She couldn’t help but smile knowingly, leaning forward slightly, “A Ye, you are so good!”
She kissed him on the lips and then hugged him tightly, “Meeting you is a blessing for three lifetimes.”
“Silly girl!”
The man smiled, patting her hair with his large hand, and reminded her, “We need to leave, or the civil affairs bureau will close.”
“Ah? Right, right, right, if they close soon, we won’t be able to get the certificate.”
Meng Jingwei pushed Qing Muye away, leaning back against the car seat, urging him to drive faster.
Qing Muye, in a great mood, had a smile on his handsome face. He glanced at the ring on her hand, then at the ring on his own. Starlight welled up in his dark pupils as he started the car and drove slowly forward.
Sitting in the passenger seat, the woman had nothing to do and suddenly noticed the ring on her hand. She used her phone to search for the language of pink roses.
The result showed: The language of pink roses represents “holding hands until old age.” Pink is the color of a maiden, symbolizing purity and beauty, and it is also a promise of eternal love.
Meng Jingwei’s hand clutching the phone tightened slightly, and she couldn’t help but tilt her head to look at the man driving.
Today, he was in a suit, his side-parted short hair slicked back immaculately, looking spirited.
This formal attire was just so they could take better photos for their identification pictures at the civil affairs bureau later.
Little did she know that his features, as three-dimensional and handsome as a model’s, with brows that sloped towards his temples, thick eyelashes, narrow phoenix eyes as dark as ink, a straight nose, and lips that were neither too thin nor too full but possessed a hint of devilish sexiness, were the kind of man who could make someone fall for him at first sight.
Seeing him, Meng Jingwei’s mind conjured up her former idol, Yan Yikuan. They both possessed that inherent aura of a cold, domineering CEO.
When she first met him, his arrogant and cold demeanor gave people a sense of being kept at a distance. Meng Jingwei thought she would only encounter him a few times in her life and he would eventually become a passerby, but she never expected to reach this point with him.
She also never expected that this outwardly cold man would have a heart as gentle as water and be so considerate, making her feel joy.
Although he wasn’t good with words, he silently did all these things.
Even a wedding ring, he had gone to great lengths to find, paying such attention to the details, it was hard not to be moved.
“Hey, has anyone ever praised you… as very good and very gentle?”
Meng Jingwei was a little curious.
Qing Muye rested his elbow on the car window, propping his head, and glanced at her lazily, “Very good? Very gentle?”
He let out a light scoff for no reason, with a hint of a perplexed smile.
“What are you laughing at?”
“I’m used to hearing words like ‘cruel and ruthless, decisive and resolute’ from others, so it’s quite novel.”
“Nonsense, you are not cruel…”
Meng Jingwei was about to retort, but then she remembered that she had scolded him like that when she first met him. She gave a sheepish smile and added, “Only those who know you understand what you are like.”
Qing Muye felt a sense of satisfaction hearing Meng Jingwei’s words.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the civil affairs bureau.
The two were queuing.
Just then, Meng Jingwei’s phone rang.
“You wait here, it’s my mom. I’ll take it first.”
Meng Jingwei handed the number ticket to Qing Muye and walked outside to take the call.
In fact, she knew very well.
Given Qing Muye’s status, getting a marriage certificate would be incredibly simple.
However, because she insisted on a secret marriage, and Qing Muye wanted her to experience what it was like for normal couples to get their certificates, they didn’t go through the ‘special’ channels.
Otherwise, given his temperament, why would he be willing to wait here slowly?
Walking out of the hall, Meng Jingwei answered the phone, “Mom?”
“Daughter, where are you?”
Du Juan questioned Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, feeling a little uneasy.
She had only come to Lancheng from her hometown yesterday, and she had quietly brought her household registration book with her.
Her biggest worry was that her adoptive parents would find out she had stolen the household registration book.
“Uh…”
Meng Jingwei stammered, preparing to say something, when she heard Du Juan say, “Did you take our household registration book? Are you marrying Young Master Qing behind my and your father’s backs?”
What she feared had come to pass.
Meng Jingwei raised her hand and patted her forehead, unsure what to say for a moment.
“Mom, A Ye and I…”
She was about to admit it and seek her adoptive parents’ opinion, but Du Juan interrupted, “You absolutely cannot get married.”
“Why?”
“Your father and I, along with your master, are all on the way to Lancheng. If you get the certificate with him, then get a divorce. If you haven’t gotten the certificate, then wait for me at home.”
Du Juan reprimanded her through the phone.
At this moment, Qing Muye walked over and asked from behind her, “What’s wrong?”
Meng Jingwei looked at the phone screen, which showed her adoptive mother had hung up, frowned, and her expression was solemn, “My mom… they know I took the household registration book. They are… on their way to Lancheng.”
She couldn’t quite understand why her adoptive parents and master were so opposed to her marrying Qing Muye.
“I told you long ago, while a secret marriage is good, it must also be with your parents’ permission.”
Qing Muye turned and tossed the number ticket into the trash can. He then turned back to her and said, “Let’s go, we’ll go back and wait for them.”
“Ah? We’re already here, let’s just get the marriage certificate first.”
Meng Jingwei took Qing Muye’s hand, her thumb caressing the ring on his finger, “We’re wearing our wedding rings, it wouldn’t be good not to get the certificate.”
“Good things come to those who wait, there’s no rush.”
Qing Muye held her hand in return, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand, and said softly, “Running away is not a solution. They disagree with you getting the certificate with me, naturally, they have concerns. Only by first resolving their issues can we get married smoothly. My girl must be the happiest woman and also receive the blessings of all her relatives.”
He truly considered everything from her perspective.
Meng Jingwei pursed her lips, looked into his eyes for a long moment, and then threw her arms around his neck, “A Ye, you are so good.”
“Let’s go, let’s go home.”
Qing Muye held her hand and left the civil affairs bureau.
Meng Jingwei walked down the steps, looking back repeatedly, “I don’t know why, but I always feel a vague sense of unease. I feel that if we don’t get the certificate this time, I don’t know when we’ll get it next time…”
“I’ve already put on the wedding ring, how could I let you go!”
Qing Muye tightened his grip on her hand.
Although his gaze on Meng Jingwei was filled with a heartwarming smile, his thoughts were heavy.
Master Chen always rejected his marriage with Meng Jingwei, naturally because of her identity.
Three months ago, when Meng Jingwei was undergoing surgery, he saw the mark on her body.
After that, he took some time to go to the underground palace, found that room again, and inside, he found the book “Secret History of the Hidden Clan.”