At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, couples came and went, their faces beaming with smiles—those who were truly in love and willing to be together, unlike her and Gu Yuan, bound together for their own interests. The more Fu Hange looked at those happy couples, the more irritating it became, and the more distressed she felt. So she simply averted her gaze and walked straight inside.

Quite a few people came to get married today. It's the last day of the year, and tonight is New Year's Eve. Everyone's here for that number. Gu Yuan sat down next to her without her noticing. Fu Hange didn't say anything when she saw him.

Finally, the clerk handling the paperwork couldn't stand it anymore and impatiently asked, "What are you two doing here?"

"Marriage." Gu Yuan said expressionlessly.

The young woman was clearly displeased. "Are you sure you're here to get married?"

Fu Hange knew that no one would believe her and Gu Yuan coming in like this. In fact, even she herself didn't believe it. They certainly didn't look like they were there to get married; they looked like gangsters. Gu Yuan had a cold, sour face, while she acted as if it didn't matter.

Gu Yuan's expression changed visibly, and his inner irritation increased. Seeing this, Fu Hange gave a polite smile and said to the young lady, "We are indeed here to get married, but we may not be ready yet."

The young lady muttered something to herself, then frowned and took out two forms for them to fill out. Fu Hange took them and filled them out one by one according to the rules, finishing them in a few quick strokes.

Gu Yuan didn't move at all, watching Fu Hange fill out the form.

Seeing that Gu Yuan didn't move, Fu Hange couldn't help but frown and ask, "Why aren't you filling it out?"

Gu Yuan met her gaze, the distance between them only centimeters, and asked seriously, "Are you really going to marry me?"

Fu Hange nodded, her eyes resolute. No matter what the future held, she had to get married. She was forced into this situation by Gu Yuan, and he had to take full responsibility.

When she came to her senses, Gu Yuan had already filled out the application and handed both copies to the staff. Next came the wedding photo shoot. Neither Gu Yuan nor Fu Hange had brought their own photos; they had come in such a rush, completely unprepared.

The two entered the photo studio. Fu Hange was wearing a light green jacket, which thankfully didn't reflect light and could be photographed; otherwise, she would have had to wear one of the other black jackets in the studio as a substitute.

The photographer in front seemed somewhat annoyed with them, saying, "Could you two move a little closer?"

Fu Hange moved a little closer to Gu Yuan, but still didn't get very close to him. She was afraid that Gu Yuan would discover she had fallen in love with him and thus look down on her.

Another impatient voice said, "Could you move a little closer?"

Just as Fu Hange was about to move, Gu Yuan pulled her close with his arm. Without warning, she bumped into Gu Yuan's arm, and their faces were pressed together perfectly. With a "click," the damned wedding photo was finally taken.

Gu Yuan led Fu Hange out to the lobby to wait; the photos hadn't been developed yet. The two sat side-by-side on a bench, each lost in their own thoughts. Gu Yuan rested his hand on his head, deep in thought. Fu Hange took out her phone, scrolling through her WeChat Moments, and casually posted a message: "I'm married."

Before they could even leave a comment, someone inside called them in. Finally, they had their books stamped, and two bright red booklets were handed to them. Holding them, Fu Hange felt as if it were all a dream, an illusion. She and Gu Yuan had been entangled for over half a year, and now they were married? Just like that, they were married out of nowhere?