When Lin Qingtong walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she saw a luxury car parked at the entrance.

Shen Tinghe stood there in a well-tailored suit, his tall and aloof figure attracting the attention of many people around him.

Seeing Lin Qingtong come out, he slowly stepped forward, his dark pupils fixed on her.

Should I congratulate you?

Lin Qingtong pursed her red lips and replied calmly, "Your congratulations are premature. We need a one-month cooling-off period before we can get the marriage certificate."

"Are you alright? If you are, take me to work at Sukai Furniture. The fare is 500 yuan."

Her blunt words made Shen Tinghe chuckle. He opened the car door and gestured for Lin Qingtong to get in.

When Jiang Hao came out, he only saw Shen Tinghe standing by the car, talking to the person inside in a gentle tone.

Moreover, the other person revealed a slender, fair hand that was incredibly beautiful.

He stepped forward, and Shen Tinghe closed the car door behind him, glancing indifferently at Jiang Hao.

"what are you doing here?"

Jiang Hao smiled obsequiously and greeted Shen Tinghe, "Uncle, I'm just here on business. Who were you talking to just now? You sounded so gentle. Is she your future aunt? You should bring her back sometime."

Shen Tinghe's indifferent and lazy gaze swept over him, "I'll definitely bring it back for you to see another day."

He left with a nonsensical remark, got into his car, and drove away, not giving Jiang Hao any chance to speak.

Sitting in the car, Lin Qingtong looked at Shen Tinghe with interest, her slender fingers supporting her cheek.

"What, does the dignified Ninth Master Shen want to take me back to the Shen family? The Shen family will probably be in an uproar then."

Shen Tinghe casually rested his long, slender fingers on the ground, his thin lips slightly parted, but what he said was shocking.

"So what if it's not allowed?"