Chapter 50 Yes, we got married.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Zhuang Bieyan took her to Heyuefang.

After the car stopped, Qu He instinctively and politely thanked him, saying, "Thank you."

Zhuang Bieyan smiled, her voice rising at the end: "You're welcome, it's what your husband should do."

The word "sir" coming out of his mouth felt like a tiny hook gently scratching at the tip of her heart.

Qu He was clearly not fully used to it yet. She turned her head to avoid his gaze and opened the car door a little faster. "Then I'll go in. Goodbye."

Zhuang Bieyan stopped her from getting out of the car, and gently held her wrist.

He leaned closer. "What time will you finish? I'll pick you up in the evening, and we'll go home together."

"Go home?" Qu He was taken aback.

Seeing her frown, he teased, "What? On our first day of marriage, I'm going to be kicked out of the house by my wife?"

Qu He then understood the meaning behind his words.

They are now a legally married couple, and they will stay in the same house at night, and even... sleep in the same bed.

The thought made her breath catch in her throat, and her voice carried a hint of helplessness, "No, I...I'm fine with anything, you can come whenever you're free."

Zhuang Bieyan took in her reaction and said in a deep voice, "I'm always available for you. I can spend the whole day with you."

"Huh?" Qu He's eyes widened.

Who is Zhuang Bieyan?

He's the epitome of a workaholic in the industry. If people knew that he was skipping work for his wife, whom he just got married to today, they'd probably drown him in their spit.

She didn't want to be hunted down.

Qu He quickly refused, pulling her hand back, "No, no."

She sounded a little anxious, "You should go back to the company quickly, pick me up at 5:30 pm... 5:30 pm is fine."

Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly, his empty palms puffing out his lips, and said in a indulgent tone, "Alright, whatever you say, Madam."

Qu He was afraid of delaying his return to the company, and also afraid that he would say something shocking again, so she got out of the car quickly and almost fled.

The back seat of the car.

Zhuang Bieyan only looked away after the figure outside the window had completely disappeared from sight.

He glanced at the front seat and said casually, "Where's the stuff?"

The driver, who was already waiting, quickly took out two marriage certificates and handed them over with both hands upon hearing his words.

Just now at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, when President Zhuang took the roses from his hand, he casually shoved the two marriage certificates into his hand, as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, his wife next to him would see them.

Zhuang Bieyan took the marriage certificate, stroked the cover a few times, and the three gold-embossed characters of 'marriage certificate' gleamed with a warm light.

He flipped through the pages and saw the photo of the two of them side by side, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He repeatedly flipped through the page and closed it again, repeating the action several times, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at it.

Finally, he carefully put the two marriage certificates away and placed them in the inside pocket of his suit, close to his heart.

...

Heyuefang.

As soon as Qu He entered the room, she saw Si Yue with one hand on her hip and the other holding a lump of clay, looking at her sharply.

For some reason, being stared at like that by her always gave Qu He the feeling of being caught red-handed.

Si Yue rushed over in one stride, "Senior, I saw it all!"

She narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth, "You came in a Maybach today! You didn't get back together with that scumbag, did you?!"

Qu He: "..."

Si Yue was practically exploding with rage, giving off a vibe that said, "If you dare nod, I'll throw this lump of mud in your face to wake you up."

Qu He stepped forward, carefully took the mud from her hand, and put it back into the box.

To everyone's surprise, Si Yue grabbed her left hand, pointed to the ring on her ring finger, and exclaimed in astonishment, "This...this isn't..."

She looked up abruptly, unable to hide her anger, "Qu He! You wouldn't have changed your mind just because Qian Zhaoye gave you a ring, would you?! I'm really angry!"

Si Yue stopped acting and called out his name directly, making him so angry that he spun around in circles.

Qu He clicked her tongue and quickly stepped forward to soothe the fur, deciding to finish the job quickly.

"I haven't forgiven him, we haven't gotten back together, and the person in the car wasn't him."

"What?"

"The person in the car is Zhuang Bieyan."

"What!"

We got married.

"What!!!"

Chinese culture is profound and extensive; the two characters "司月" (Si Yue) can express three different meanings.

From doubt to shock, he finally broke into a chokehold.

Qu He saw her stumble and almost bump into the cabinet next to her, so she took a big step and caught her.

She spent a few minutes explaining the whole story to Si Yue.

"Wait a minute, let me catch my breath." Upon hearing this, Si Yue closed her eyes, lay down on the sofa, and began rubbing her temples.

"...So, after you dumped that scumbag, you turned around and got married to business tycoon Zhuang Bieyan in a flash!"

She emphasized the last three words.

Qu He: "..."

That sounds right, but something feels off.

It sounds like the title of some melodramatic romance novels.

Si Yue was still somewhat skeptical. "Senior, are you really not lying to me? It all feels too coincidental, like everything was arranged."

Qu He smiled and said, "Then I'll show you our marriage certificate. You'll believe me then, right?"

Si Yue turned her head around and nodded.

Qu He lowered her head and started rummaging through her bag for her marriage certificate, but she still couldn't find it after searching through all the layers.

She recalled that Zhuang Bieyan had taken both marriage certificates just now.

Si Yue narrowed her eyes when she saw that she had been searching for a long time.

She crossed her arms and slowly straightened her back. "Senior, don't tell me you can't find your marriage certificate."

Qu He: "...Wait a minute, let me ask."

She quickly took out her phone and sent a message to Zhuang Bieyan.

Ding-dong.

My phone vibrated.

Zhuang's Group.

Meeting room.

Zhuang Bieyan tapped the table casually, about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of the screen lighting up. Seeing the WeChat contact pop up, he put down the documents and reports in his hand, picked up his phone, and unlocked it.

The person with the note "Wife" sent a message a minute ago.

[At the farewell banquet, do you have our marriage certificate?]

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, typed a reply, and answered calmly.

Yes. Grandpa said he wanted to see it.

Actually, it wasn't that Grandpa wanted to see it. From the moment he got the certificate, he never intended to give it to Qu He. Such an important thing should naturally be kept by him personally.

Qu He quickly replied with a message. Looking at the long, somewhat hasty explanation, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Do I need to come over now to personally verify this with your friend?

No, no, could you please take a picture of our marriage certificate for me if it's convenient for you?

In Heyuefang, after sending the message, Qu He placed her phone face down on her lap, her heart pounding and her palms sweating.

Actually, I hesitated a bit after sending that message.

After all, he was Zhuang Bieyan, and the reason they got their marriage certificate was due to circumstances. She was also afraid that Zhuang Bieyan, like Qian Zhaoye, felt that this relationship was shameful and wanted to hide it.

Given their relationship, she had no right to ask for more.

The phone remained silent for a long time.

Qu He's heart gradually calmed down, and she returned to her usual calm.

She chuckled to herself, picked up her phone, opened the chat window, and was just about to send a message saying it wasn't necessary when she saw that the other party had sent several photos.

The front, back, and inner pages of the marriage certificate, and even a selfie of him holding the marriage certificate.

Qu He: "..."

Her gaze swept past the first three photos and focused on the last group photo.

A smile played on his lips, but behind him was the familiar backdrop of the conference room...

Through the glass window behind them, one could vaguely see the shocked faces of the executives filling the conference room...