After discussing marriage that night, the man made a phone call early the next morning to arrange for people to handle their wedding.

After hanging up the phone, he chose the simplest and most straightforward method to bring Fang Zhiqin, who was still sleeping, to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

As the official seal was stamped, the staff member smiled and offered blessings while handing the two red books to the handsome young man and beautiful young woman in front of them.

"You're getting married already?"

Back in the car, Fang Zhi was still holding the red booklet in his hands, seemingly not yet fully awake from his drowsiness.

"Hmm." Qi Shen nodded slightly.

He calmly and gracefully took the marriage certificate from her hand, took a picture with their hands intertwined, posted it on his WeChat Moments, and then carefully put it into his suit pocket.

The series of movements appeared to Fang Zhi as smooth as flowing water.

She glanced at the man, both amused and exasperated, and said reproachfully:

"At least let me see the photos to see if they look good. Why are you treating me like a thief? Am I supposed to just throw away the marriage certificate?"

"No need to look, you're beautiful no matter what in my eyes." Qi Shen wrapped his arm around the woman's slender waist, lowered his head and leaned closer to her, his warm breath spraying onto her delicate, fair skin. "Mrs. Qi, please guide me in the future."

"I'm Mrs. Qi, and what's yours?" Fang Zhi winked playfully and lightly pecked the man's chin. "Will you call me Mr. Fang? Mr. Fang, please guide me in the future?"

"Call me whatever you want." Qi Shen gazed at her tenderly, lowering his voice, magnetic and languid, "But I prefer you to call me husband right now."

Fang Zhi smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed, and whispered beside his cheek:

"husband."

As she finished speaking, a faint smile appeared on the man's thin lips.

Marrying her was a wish that followed him from his youth until he reached his thirties, and finally, his dream came true.

After a night of passion, she realized she was lying in the man's arms looking through his phone. His wedding post had already garnered a ton of comments.

[Fu Shaosi: Oh, you're licensed to work now.]

[Bai Chuan: Congratulations.]

[Assistant Chen: Congratulations on your marriage, boss.]

Cheng Shiyan: Not bad, adopted son.

Upon seeing the words "adopted son" in Cheng Shiyan's name, he realized he couldn't help but burst into laughter, recalling Lin Yisheng's earlier words.

"Zhizhi." The warm light made the man's handsome, refined eyes appear gentle. "What on my phone makes you so happy?"

"Here." Fang Zhi placed the phone in front of him. "Look for yourself, President Cheng calls you his godson." She succinctly explained the origin of the name to the man.

Qi Shen: "......"

With a hand that showed distinct veins, he snatched the phone away, pinched the woman's nose, and asked in a low voice, "Zhizhi, are you sure you want to help outsiders laugh at your husband?"

Fang Zhi murmured, "Can't it?"

Qi Shen said casually, "We're getting our marriage certificate today. Shi Yan took advantage of me by including you in the way she addressed me."

She suddenly realized, "That's right!"

If President Cheng calls Qi Shenyi his adopted son, then what is she?

Adopted daughter-in-law?

No, I'll definitely have to talk to Sister Lin about this later.

Qi Shen subtly curved his lips into a smile as he stared at the woman in his arms whom he had turned against him.

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Once the marriage certificate is obtained, nothing else matters to a wealthy and powerful man.

Qi Shen spent a fortune on a custom-made wedding dress and ring, and entrusted the wedding process to a professional team. He gave them a month to plan two events, one domestic and one international.

Money talks, and the staff who organized the event never stopped smiling, no matter how hard they worked, because the pay was so good.

The money they earned after finishing this job is enough, without a doubt, for them to take a break for two or three years.

Domestic weddings tend to be conducted in a conservative manner. Since it was inconvenient for Old Master Qi to travel back and forth, and the Qi family's main residence was in Beijing, the wedding was naturally held in Beijing.

On the wedding day, a short section of the road leading from the First Ring Road in Beijing to the wedding hotel was cordoned off in advance. The guests were all prominent figures, and the area was heavily guarded.

Fang Zhi met Qi Shen's mother, Fang Heming, for the first time at the wedding. She privately told her a lot about men and the reasons for not taking men with her.

Fang Zhi simply listened quietly.

She couldn't understand this kind of maternal love.

She thought that even if there were difficulties and she couldn't take her brother with her, she could still go back to China to see him. Love isn't just about words.

The wedding officially began, with gentle piano music flowing softly through the wedding hall filled with champagne-colored roses, and the giant crystal chandelier on the dome shining brightly.

The bride is usually escorted by her father down a long corridor and handed over to the groom. Fang Zhi didn't know his biological parents, let alone his adoptive parents.

Before the wedding, Qi Shen directly asked his father to take the girl in his heart to the end of that journey.

The white smoke made of dry ice transformed the scene into a fairyland, while spotlights shone on Fang Zhi and Qi's father.

The eyes of all the guests at the banquet followed them the entire time.

Before they arrived, they had heard that the Qi family had married a woman with no background, and they thought she was not valued.

However, the fact that Qi Lian'an personally escorted her in his father's name was enough to show how much the Qi family valued the bride, and thus these guests changed their perception of Fang Zhi.

A son of a high-ranking official in the audience watched with envy.

Thinking of his girlfriend, who wasn't accepted by his family, he couldn't help but mutter a complaint to the wealthy woman beside him:

"Mom, look at the Qi family's social standing, and then look at our family. How can we compare to the Qi family? Even Qi Shen can marry someone he likes. I don't want an arranged marriage; I want to marry someone I like too."

Upon hearing this, the lady secretly pinched her son's thigh hard under the tablecloth. Just as the man was about to cry out in pain, she reminded him in a soft but stern voice, "Shut up and don't make a sound. Don't force me to cut off your credit card while you're having a good time."

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