Chapter Six: Whether or not I can give birth is up to me.

"Marriage?!" Song Changran's eyes widened as he stared at Song Nian'an as if he'd seen a ghost. "How come I didn't know about something as big as marriage?!"

"What? Do I need to report to you who I marry?" Wen Jing squinted at him, the pressure of a superior being much colder than the early autumn wind.

Song Changran: "..."

But as Song Nian'an's father, he should at least know about her marriage...

Of course, Song Changran dared not say this aloud. The Wen family's background in S City was exceptionally powerful; they could crush a small family like the Song family without even lifting a finger.

Wen Jing clearly had no interest in dealing with them and said to Yang Xiao, who was completely frozen behind Song Changran, "What are you standing there for? I told you to go get your household registration book!"

It's one thing for Yang Xiao to act tough at home, but he's never seen anyone so arrogant before. He was so frightened that he ran upstairs without saying a word and took out his household registration book.

A moment later, Wen Jing, having obtained the household registration booklet, got into the car with Song Nian'an, leaving the three of them with mouthfuls of dust and exhaust fumes.

Song Zheng gazed at the luxury cars in the distance, her envy and jealousy overflowing, and she stomped her feet in anger.

Two hours later, Song Nian'an sat in the passenger seat, holding the red booklet in her hand. She suddenly felt a sense of disorientation and secretly glanced at the person driving next to her. His perfect profile was like a carefully sculpted statue of an ancient Roman god.

As if sensing his gaze, Wen Jing turned his head and smiled at him.

His smile had the gentleness of a scholar, like a spring breeze, but his equally narrow eyebrows and sharp eyes seemed to see through everything, inspiring awe.

Song Nian'an felt a sudden shock to her heart. Her eyes darted around, and from the moment they got their marriage certificate until now, the atmosphere in the car had been subtly ambiguous.

He said softly, "Thank you for helping me this morning and for taking me to buy clothes."

Wen Jing looked at the traffic and pretended not to hear his excited, frantic banging on the wall, saying casually, "What's the use of just saying thank you? You have to take action to show your sincerity."

Song Nian'an blinked her doe-like eyes, not understanding.

When they reached the red light, Wen Jing looked ahead, beckoned with his hand, and said, "Come here, I'll tell you."

This man is so charming no matter what he does!

Song Nian'an sighed inwardly and obediently moved closer. Just as she was about to ask what it was, the back of her neck was wrapped around her neck, and a kiss landed on her lips without warning.

Wen Jing opened his eyes and saw the person's blank, light pupils, the thick eyelashes that trembled constantly like butterfly wings, and the high-pitched scream of a groundhog that could be described as a high note rang in his ears, which made him feel really happy.

He released her, a smile spreading across his face. "You get this excited from just one kiss? If I take it any further, will you faint?"

Song Nian'an's ears were so red they could bleed, and she was so flustered she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it, but she still stubbornly said, "Who, who's excited? I'm not excited at all. It's just a kiss. It's like everyone has kissed before."

Wen Jing narrowed his eyes. "So you've kissed me before."

Song Nian'an blushed and shrank back in the passenger seat, her voice barely a whisper: "...No."

Hearing the man beside her mercilessly mocking her, Song Nian'an blushed even more.

"It's alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, you'll always be able to practice until you get it," Wen Jing said with a smile.

Song Nian'an: "..."

Stop flirting, stop flirting, I'm going crazy!

Upon arriving at his destination, Song Nian'an got out of the car. The autumn wind swept across his cheeks, finally clearing away the lingering blush. His mind became much clearer, and when he looked up, he found himself in front of a huge ancient garden with a sandalwood gate.

Seeing his confusion, Wen Jing explained, "This is the Wen family's ancestral garden. Now that we've registered our marriage, we should introduce you to our elders."

Meeting the parents?!

Song Nian'an was stunned when she heard this, but before she could figure out how to refuse and prepare herself for another fight, Wen Jing pulled her hand and led her inside.

This time, Song Nian'an was no longer shy. Looking at the simple yet luxurious garden architecture, she held Wen Jing's hand and was so nervous that she wanted to hang on him.

Wen Jing noticed his thoughts and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

The Wen family is a large family with several uncles and cousins. They are very well-informed and will find out about his marriage sooner or later. Instead of letting those old fogies go to Song Nian'an in secret, it's better for him to personally lead people to meet him.

The garden was incredibly large. The two of them wandered around until Song Nian'an was dizzy before finally arriving at the main gate of the garden villa. The sight inside made Song Nian'an's legs go weak.

The first floor of the villa was filled with the aroma of tea, and the surroundings were all in a Chinese style. In the center of the living room, a group of people in their forties and fifties, dressed in suits or dark clothes, sat on several sandalwood chairs. Their gazes were serious and deep, and their presence was full of invisible pressure.

It's easy to imagine how eye-catching Song Nian'an, dressed in a white suit, was among such a group of people, naturally attracting everyone's attention.

"Grandpa." Wen Jing led his men forward and called out to the person in the head seat in front of him. Song Nian'an also bowed.

Wen Liansheng nodded, holding his teacup, but remained silent. However, an elderly man in his fifties sitting to the left looked extremely displeased upon seeing Song Nian'an. Always outspoken, he immediately launched into a tirade of ridicule.

"Wen Jing, why didn't you discuss this marriage with us? Look at this, marrying a boy means we're handing over our Wen family's century-old legacy!"

In this book's world, same-sex marriage is legal, and children born from such marriages can only be adopted. However, some older people who value family lineage and future generations will inevitably disagree.

Song Nian'an understood this fact and didn't feel much about it. Instead, he was very curious about Wen Jing's thoughts.

Wen Jing's face remained largely unchanged, with a polite smile still playing on his lips. "Second Uncle's thinking is too outdated. So what if he's a man? He can still carry on the family line."

"......."

The person called "Second Uncle" was clearly not expected to receive such an answer. His face was full of disbelief, and his gaze toward Song Nian'an became increasingly subtle.

Even Song Nian'an was taken aback by his words, too shocked to utter a single sentence, "No, I...I..."

He stammered for a long time without getting to the point, so Wen Jing smiled at him, lowered his head, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If I say I can, then I can. What? You don't believe in my abilities?"

Song Nian'an: "..."

He looked at the amused smile in the man's eyes, and immediately realized what was going on. He twitched the corner of his mouth and retorted, a rare occurrence for him, "You'd better be. The heavy burden of increasing the population of all mankind has now fallen on your shoulders."

Wen Jing raised an eyebrow, surprised that the usually well-behaved little deer could be so blunt when she argued with someone. She was about to say something when she heard Wen Liansheng, who had been silent all along, speak up.

"Alright, stop arguing. What's done is done, there's no harm in saying more. As for Wen Jing, you have to bear the consequences of your own decision."

Wen Jing nodded indifferently. Just then, a young and beautiful woman wearing a light pink cheongsam came down the stairs with an older woman by her arm.

The moment she saw Wen Jing, her joy and admiration were on full display. When her gaze shifted to Song Nian'an, she paused for a moment, then saw the two holding hands tightly. In an instant, her disgust and jealousy vanished, like a sudden change of expression.

Song Nian'an noticed the piercing gaze that seemed to want to see right through him, and naturally took her husband's arm.

Hmph! What are you looking at? It's not yours even if you keep looking.