Chapter 170 When it comes to loving you, don't doubt it, don't deny it.

The reporter was initially surprised, then glanced at the girl next to Mr. Tan and said, "Why did Mr. Tan agree to this interview? It turns out his wife is a reporter."

He nodded understandingly, "Sorry for being abrupt."

Just after expressing his regret, Tan Zhaojing said, "I can give you the entertainment section of that issue."

The reporter's eyes immediately lit up. "Thank you, Mr. Tan!"

Shao, the assistant behind the station owner, handed over his business card, saying, "I'll contact you once we've finalized the wedding date."

"Okay!" The other person took it with both hands.

Tan Zhaojing glanced at his watch; it was 3:35. He needed to hurry. As he led his wife toward the parking lot, he instructed Assistant Shao, "Help me hail a cab to Jingwan now. My household registration book is in the first drawer of the study."

Assistant Shao should have answered loudly enough. President Tan is indeed a man of action!

Lin Zaoyi blinked slowly. Was she going to get her marriage certificate?

Someone looked over and asked, "Where is your household registration booklet? Is it with Mom or at the Green County Mansion?"

"..."

She couldn't help but chuckle, "Tan Zhaojing, you get into character pretty quickly."

The man then said, "I've been wanting to call you my wife for two years now."

Feeling an urge to cry for some reason, she rubbed her nose. "My household registration is in Green County Prefecture."

"Okay, let's go get it." Tan Zhaojing, annoyed that his secretary was driving too slowly, gestured for him to go to the passenger seat.

The secretary, who had already gotten into the driver's seat, obediently climbed out. His work was done, and he considerately said, "Mr. Tan, I won't follow you. I'll take a taxi back to the company myself."

Mr. Tan said, "Let's go together. I'd like you to be a witness."

The secretary felt very honored.

At 4:27, the car stopped at Green County Mansion. Tan Zhaojing also thought his wife was too slow, so he asked his secretary to follow her, saying, "Wait a minute, I'm going inside to get the household registration book. Can you press the elevator button for me?"

The secretary would be more than willing to do this favor.

Lin Zaoyi sat in the car, her eyes fixed on the direction of the elevator entrance, thinking that she would soon have another identity.

Tan Zhaojing's wife.

Is it impulsive?

impulse.

For the first time, I realized that the word "impulse" could be so beautiful.

Before long, Tan Zhaojing appeared in their field of vision. When they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with smiles.

The car started again, and we sped off towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Assistant Shao has already arrived. He is familiar with the marriage process and has prepared the registration application form in advance. At this time of year, and given that young people are more open-minded, there is no need to queue.

At 5:12, Mr. Tan arrived in a hurry with Ms. Lin by his hand. He quickly handed her a pen and an application form, followed by taking photos and signing them.

The timing was perfect; at 5:29, the marriage certificate had an additional stamp.

The moment the official seal was affixed to the red book, Assistant Shao was overjoyed; it was finally over.

He congratulated her, then immediately sent his wife a text message: "Honey, our CEO Tan finally got his marriage certificate!"

My wife texted quickly: "Wow! Your CEO Tan finally got what he wanted!"

Yes, Mr. Tan has finally gotten his wish.

...

As they left the Civil Affairs Bureau, the setting sun cast a dim, yellowish glow over them, and Lin Zaoyi was still somewhat dazed.

The newlywed husband turned to look at her and said, "Wife."

She was stunned. "Huh?"

He tapped her on the forehead. "Huh? Shouldn't you call me 'husband'?"

"should…"

She opened and closed her lips several times but couldn't utter a sound. She grasped his thumb and unconsciously pleaded, "How about later? I need to calm down."

Someone generously gave her ten minutes.

During this time, Tan Zhaojing posted a wedding photo in the group chat, which caused an uproar in no time.

Messages kept coming in one after another.

One friend asked: "You don't know how to Photoshop this picture, do you?"

Because of this comment, Tan Zhaojing sent a video message saying, "Put away your sour grapes."

My friend is quiet.

Meng Henian privately spoke with Ji Baishen, asking, "Are you alright?"

It's alright, but it's a bit too flashy. The fortune teller said I should avoid red lately. Could you tell Tan Zhaojing to stop showing off?

Meng Henian accepted the task and tagged Tan Zhaojing in the group chat, saying, "Ji Baishen told you not to show off; he's not jealous."

Ji Baishen: […Shut up!]

Meng Henian deliberately waited two minutes, [but was told he couldn't withdraw; the system indicated the time had expired.]

Tan Zhaojing had just received a work call and saw the message two minutes later.

He said calmly, "She's my wife, what's there to brag about? Tell that petty person to reflect on their behavior."

Ji Boshen was still in his office. He lit a cigarette, tapped the screen with one hand, and wrote: "What am I reflecting on?"

Tan Zhaojing: [I'm reflecting on whether I've been too petty.]

Ji Baishen scoffed, "[When it comes to pettiness, who can compare to you? Let the people in the group come out and judge for themselves.]"

This is the first time I've taken it so seriously. @the group, [Stop lurking, everyone come out and say something!]

Duan Lin specifically found a picture of a fish blowing bubbles online and sent it over; the others simply copied and pasted it for convenience.

One image filled the entire screen.

Ji Baishen chuckled, "What would happen if I typed?"

Duan Lin typed: [Typing won't cause any problems. The main issue is that I don't want to take sides. Tan Zhaojing is too ruthless; I'm afraid of being targeted. Of course, you're not exactly innocent either.]

A group of people who were just popping up all sent a nodding emoji.

Ji Baishen: "..."

Tan Zhaojing was in a good mood and didn't care about being teased.

Duan Lin asked him, "When is the wedding?"

Listen to my wife, I'll let you know later.

Tan Zhaojing ignored the subsequent messages and started the car. "To Xiyuan?"

Lin Zaoyi nodded, "Yes, Mom is waiting for us to come home and celebrate."

Tan Zhaojing raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. "It seems my mother-in-law is quite satisfied with me."

Lin Zaoyi was quite impressed, saying, "He can really say it so smoothly."

The man glanced at it, seemingly displeased, and said, "You have two minutes left."

She protested, "How could it be so fast? Only five minutes have passed."

After saying that, she paused for half a second, and then said, "Your husband is really inconsiderate."

The air seemed to pause, and after a brief silence, a low chuckle sounded in my ear, "You know how to be clever."

"No way," Lin Zaoyi pouted. "My husband wouldn't mind at all."

Tan Zhaojing's throat tightened. "Yes, my husband doesn't mind."

Lin Zaoyi's cheeks felt a little hot. She turned her face to face the sunset outside the car window, where orange-yellow almost filled the entire sky, layer upon layer.

The sunset is so beautiful tonight.

When they arrived at Xiyuan, the afterglow of the setting sun had not yet faded. Lin Zaoyi did not get out of the car. She hooked her little finger with Tan Zhaojing's and said, "Brother Zhaojing."

He reached out and tugged at her earlobe. "Call me husband."

"...Okay, I have something to tell you."

He slightly lifted his eyelids. "Yes, honey, I'm listening to you."

Lin Zaoyi: "..."

I couldn't help but punch him lightly. "Listen carefully first."

Before listening, Tan Zhaojing asked her, "Did Assistant Shao say anything to you?"

Lin Zaoyi wanted to deny it, but then felt it was unnecessary. "Yes, you should thank him, otherwise I wouldn't have known you loved him so much—"

The words caught in his throat, because he realized that the word was too narcissistic, and wanted to replace it with another word. He spoke up, "You're right, that's how much I love you."

Her face was cupped in his hands, and Tan Zhaojing stared at her intently, his gaze focused and burning. "Didn't I tell you, when it comes to loving you, don't doubt it, don't deny it?"