The two families arranged to meet. Bei's mother and Jun's mother were already friends, and Bei's father and Jun's father had always had business dealings. The meeting went smoothly and pleasantly.

After discussion, both sets of parents decided to set the wedding date for the 11th of this month.

In the North Family Garden, the family sat and drank afternoon tea. Bei Jing nestled in Jun Chen's arms, basking in the sun, looking very content.

"Jingjing, here, take this." Aunt Bei took a notebook from the maid and handed it to Bei Jing.

Bei Jing was puzzled. She took it and glanced at it; it was a household registration booklet. Oh, right, she had forgotten that today was the day she and Jun Chen had agreed to get their marriage certificate.

He handed it to Junchen, who took it and carefully put it in his pocket, his noble face showing a rare seriousness.

Bei Ma chuckled. Look how much the Jun family boy cherishes her. Her Jingjing will definitely not suffer if she marries him.

"Mom and Dad, brother-in-law, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate first." Junchen stood up, put his arm around Bei Jing's shoulder, and said to Bei's mother.

"Go ahead," said Mother Bei with a smile.

Bei's father nodded, feeling gratified as he watched the young couple's intimate actions.

The north wind gave a soft "hmm," without looking at the two of them, its head lowered as it stared at the notebook on its lap.

Bei Jing found it amusing, walked over, squatted down, and looked at Bei Feng, only to find that Bei Feng's eyes were slightly red.

Seeing Bei Jing looking at him, he reached out and patted Bei Jing's head. "Go."

"Brother, it's not like I'm not coming back." Bei Jing stood up and gave his older brother a big hug.

"Waaaaah, from now on my precious Jingjing won't be mine alone anymore, waaaaah!"

Bei Feng finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears while holding Bei Jing. Bei Jing felt a lump in her throat.

Bei's parents sighed and turned away, unable to bear the sight. Junchen, however, remained surprisingly calm, standing there waiting.

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In the car, Junchen looked at the little boy with red eyes, patted his head, and comforted him with heartache.

"It's okay, don't be sad. Our home isn't far from here. You can come back anytime you want. Don't cry, okay?"

Bei Jing sniffed, "Hmm, honey, do you want to go home and get the household registration book?"

"No need, I always carry it with me."

"ah?"

His dark brown eyes met Bei Jing's bright black eyes, filled with a deep, affectionate smile.

His deep, magnetic voice said, "Wife, it seems you still don't realize how much I want to marry you."

She reached out and pinched Junchen's ear, wrinkled her little nose, and said defiantly, "Then tell me how much you want to?"

Pulling down the little one's mischievous hand, he lightly pecked at her delicate, luscious red lips with his thin lips.

"At all times."

“(????ω????)” “Let’s go, let’s go. All you do is talk nonsense. I don’t know where you learned those cheesy pickup lines.”

The scariest thing is that I always fall for these cheesy pickup lines, and my face turns bright red every time.

The car engine started up and drove away, leaving the three people in the garden with different expressions. The two parents from the North family looked relieved.

Bei Feng... moved his fingers on his lap, closed his eyes, and suppressed the urge to rush up and drag his younger sister home.

"You brat, your sister has already registered her marriage with the Jun family's son. Shouldn't you hurry up too? Don't fall too far behind. You're getting on in years, it's time to settle down."

Bei's father adjusted his glasses and glanced at the silent Bei Feng.

“Your dad is right, the Bai family girl is good, don’t keep her waiting.” Aunt Bei chimed in.

"I have my own plans. I'm leaving." North Wind stood up and walked away from the garden.