Chapter 46 Getting Married

Cen Yan had just returned from the guesthouse's public bathroom when she saw Qi Jingchuan waiting outside the door.

He exuded a masculine aura, and his male dominance was overwhelming.

Cen Yan paused in her hair-drying motion, and for some reason, blushed slightly.

"Why are you here? Is there news about the marriage report?" Cen Yan asked quickly. It had been almost three days, and the marriage report that Qi Jingchuan mentioned should be coming soon.

The man stared at her chest for a while before looking away and saying, "I should be able to come down by noon tomorrow. Get ready, I'll pick you up in the afternoon to get our marriage certificate, and we'll have dinner and a banquet at a state-run restaurant in the evening. Do you have any other questions?"

The process was discussed clearly during their first meeting, and Cen Yan had no other opinions. "You decide. Um...would you like to come in and sit down?"

Cen Yan pointed to the guesthouse, but the man tensed up as if his tail had been stepped on, and strode downstairs.

"No, I just came to tell you that we're getting our marriage certificate tomorrow. That's all. You should get some rest. I'll pick you up at the door tomorrow."

“Okay…” Cen Yan watched Qi Jingchuan’s hasty retreating figure, thinking to herself, this man seems a bit abnormal. He was so loud and boisterous. He came all the way to tell her that they would get their marriage certificate tomorrow, but he didn’t even exchange a few words before running away.

Cen Yan was puzzled, but she soon understood why Qi Jingchuan reacted that way. When she returned to her room at the guesthouse, she realized that the wet water droplets from her hair wash had soaked her shirt.

The pure white shirt made of Dacron material became transparent when wet, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her fair and curvaceous figure. No wonder Qi Jingchuan had just fled in panic.

He saw it all?

Cen Yan was dumbfounded, but quickly pouted, "We'll be husband and wife after tomorrow. If we see each other, so be it. What's the point of running away? I can see you, Qi Jingchuan, tomorrow night too."

With a flushed face, she changed out of her wet shirt and went into the room in her pajamas, but her emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

When Qi Jingchuan returned to the unit, he had a smile on his face. It wasn't obvious, but it was gentler than usual, which made many of the soldiers who met him rub their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

"Commander Qi, what's making you so happy? Did you get commended by the organization again?" Someone asked Qi Jingchuan with a hint of envy.

Qi Jingchuan was only twenty-six years old when he was promoted to regimental commander and had accumulated numerous merits. It's truly infuriating to compare oneself to others.

In the past, Qi Jingchuan wouldn't have paid attention to such sarcastic remarks, but today he was in a good mood.

"We'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow afternoon, and have a banquet at the state-run restaurant tonight. Everyone's welcome."

"Oh my! Is Commander Qi really getting married? I thought it was just a rumor."

People are in high spirits when they are happy, and no one hits a smiling face. When that person heard Qi Jingchuan say this, he was genuinely happy for him.

No matter what, they are comrades-in-arms from the same unit. Even if they don't get along, they should still sincerely wish each other well when the time comes.

I might just benefit from Qi Jingchuan's cold and expressionless demeanor; maybe I can get promoted next year too.

The next day, Cen Yan got up very early, which was unusual for her, and went out carrying three spirit tablets.

She walked towards the sea, placed the memorial tablet on the rocks, and lit incense, candles, and paper money.

This was the peak of the campaign to destroy the Four Olds, and public worship was considered feudal superstition.

In previous years, Shan Jianshe, under the guise of responding to the call, never performed ancestral worship at home.

Like most families, Cen Yan had no choice but to observe the anniversaries of her grandparents' and mother's deaths.

They secretly worship the memorial tablets of their elders, thus continuing their remembrance of them.

This time is no exception; it must be done in secret, and no one can be told.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, it's me, Yan Yan. It's been a long time. I've come to pay my respects to you."

"It's so early, I hope I didn't disturb your rest? Well, nothing else, I just wanted to tell you that I came to Dongming Island to see Qi Jingchuan. We're getting our marriage certificate today."

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, don't worry. Qi Jingchuan is a good person, someone I can entrust my life to. Take good care of yourselves down here. Yan Yan has grown up and is capable of taking care of herself."

Cen Yan sniffed, then knelt on the beach and kowtowed three times to the memorial tablet. After the incense and paper money had burned out and the traces of burning had been cleaned up, she put away the memorial tablet and returned to the guesthouse to wait for Qi Jingchuan to come and pick her up.