Before returning to the villa, Yan Mojiu sat in the car for a long time and almost smoked a cigarette that he hadn't smoked for a long time.

When he was still in Lincheng, he knew that the little rose he had raised had a huge secret.

She was no longer squeamish or willful, as if she had lost all her confidence overnight.

She desperately wanted to keep him, afraid that he would leave and not want her.

She no longer felt safe.

Until she heard Yan Shaoting's words tonight, all her changes seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

"He said that you should be his wife." Yan Mojiu looked at her slightly nervous eyes and chuckled.

Meng Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, then complained, "I proposed marriage once, but you're really shameless."

Yan Mojiu had an indifferent expression. He played with her soft hair and said nothing more.

He would not expose the secrets she didn't want to tell.

He wanted her to grow up well in his world and be nurtured by him, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Is that why you proposed to me in the middle of the night?" She snatched her hair back so that he could focus.

"Yeah, it's quite a shock." Yan Mojiu held her waist and gently nuzzled her nose. "I want to throw the marriage certificate in his face and let him see whose wife you are."

“…”

So childish.

"But I've wanted to marry you for many years." Yan Mojiu kissed her lips slowly and gently, "I've been waiting for you to grow up."

Meng Mingxuan felt like she was soaking in a honey jar tonight.

All the bitterness she had felt for days, as well as the pain from her past life, were washed away by the candies.

"Okay, let's get married."

She looked at him with a smile on her face.

"But, you don't want to have a wedding. Let's... get the marriage certificate first, and then travel and get married later, okay?" He is very busy now and probably doesn't have time to accompany her on a travel and get married.

Yan Mojiu pulled her hair and played with it, and asked casually, "Why don't you want to have a wedding? Didn't Mingxuan like beautiful wedding dresses in the past?"

Meng Mingxuan's heart felt torn.

The wedding dress she wore when she married Yin Ting in her previous life was designed by him personally, who asked a top designer in Barcelona.

When Nie Ziyang brought it over, she thought he had calmed down.

She never thought that he would never see her again.

"What I liked before, I may not like now." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, "Now I want to travel and get married."

Yan Mojiu was silent for a moment, then said, "How about a church wedding?"

Meng Mingxuan said nothing.

She didn't want to wear a wedding dress.

"You two, don't wear suits or wedding dresses. How about customizing a set of couple casual clothes?" Yan Mojiu tilted his head and kissed her earlobe. "The sense of ceremony is very important."

Meng Mingxuan didn't expect him to say that. She raised her head and saw the tenderness and affection in his eyes. She could no longer say no.

"good."

Yan Mojiu smiled, picked her up and tucked her into the quilt, "Go to bed early, and when you wake up, let's go get the certificate."

"Is today an auspicious day?" Meng Mingxuan asked.

Yan Mojiu lay down in the quilt and hugged her, "Yes, I have seen it."

Meng Mingxuan felt relieved and fell asleep in his arms.

This sleep was so deep and fragrant as never before.

When she got up in the morning, Yan Mojiu chose a white skirt for her and wore a white shirt himself.

"Are you going to tell your sister, or should you go alone? Or should we go together?" he asked as he tied her hair.

Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead and tell her."

There were still some things she didn't quite understand about what Qin Changan said.

"good."

After breakfast, Meng Mingxuan went to find Meng Mingyou.

As for Meng Mingyou, Qin Changan sent someone over yesterday to take care of Meng Mingyou and Beibei.

"Aunt."

Beibei was sitting in the living room playing with toys, all of which were sent by Qin Changan. She looked up and smiled at Meng Mingxuan.

"Beibei, be good. Your aunt will talk to your mother for a while." Meng Mingxuan walked over, hugged Beibei, and kissed Beibei's face.

"Um."

Beibei returns to the pile of toys.

"You're dressed so formally today." Meng Mingyou looked at Meng Mingxuan who was walking over and vaguely guessed something.

Meng Mingxuan touched her hair and said, "My ninth brother helped me to tie it."

She usually wears a casual hairstyle.

Simple and comfortable.

Meng Mingyou pulled Meng Mingxuan's hand, his eyes as gentle as water, "Have you thought it through?"

"Yeah." Meng Mingxuan nodded.

"You have to think it over carefully. Sister won't be wrong. As for the dowry, Xiaojiu should have told you, right?"

"I told you, Brother Nine said that Mengyan Group is the dowry that Sister prepared for her." Meng Mingxuan gently leaned her head on Meng Mingyou's shoulder, "Sister, thank you."

"You are 놖's younger sister, and this is the confidence 놖 should give you."

"What about my sister's confidence?" Meng Mingxuan felt useless as she had never given anything to her sister.

Meng Mingyou chuckled: "Sister herself is the one with the confidence."

Meng Mingxuan was envious and admired him.

She will never be as good as her sister.

"What did you talk about with your brother-in-law yesterday?" Meng Mingyou asked.

Mentioning Qin Changan, the smile on Meng Mingxuan's face faded a little. She stood up and looked at Meng Mingyou, "Sister, he misunderstood that you loved Brother Nine, because he said that after you went to Lincheng from Haicheng, you have been with Brother Nine, and you helped Brother Nine establish the Mengyan Group and took the knife for Brother Nine. He said that a woman must love someone very much to take the knife for a man."

Meng Mingyou was so good at seeing through things that she raised her head and scratched the tip of Meng Mingxuan's nose. "Do you think so?"

Meng Mingxuan blushed, "No, no."

"Xiaojiu is not the type you would like." Meng Mingyou reassured Meng Mingxuan, "You don't like Chacha, and you are a man who will act weak and act good in front of you."

Meng Mingxuan: “…”

She didn't realize how tea-shy Qin Changan was.

Maybe Qin Changan is different in front of his sister.

"As for why he would take the knife for Xiaojiu." Meng Mingyou curled the corners of his lips slightly, "According to your understanding of him, he should have wanted to die, and he also wanted to find a future for his sister."

Meng Mingxuan's watery eyes slightly opened.

Did my sister have the thought of dying at that time?

"Because losing the one you love is a torment to live, so as a sister, I don't want my sister to end up in the same desperate situation." Meng Mingyou touched Meng Mingxuan's face, "Don't be as stupid as your brother-in-law and be jealous."

"No, I'm wrongly accusing you." Meng Mingxuan's eyes were very honest, but she was actually feeling extremely guilty.

Meng Mingyou laughed, his eyes inexplicably happy, "Let's go happily, little vinegar."

“…”

Why does her sister call her a jealous girl?

Meng Mingxuan finally walked out of the door with ease and put the girl into the palm of Yan Mojiu who was waiting for her.

"Agree?" He raised his finger and pressed the red corners of her eyes.

"I have the best sister in the world." Meng Mingxuan almost cried several times, but she forced herself to hold it back.

My sister probably doesn't want to see her cry.

It will hurt.

"You will soon have the best husband in the world." Yan Mojiu picked her up like a princess and walked towards the Rolls-Royce.

"Narcissistic." Meng Mingxuan hit his shoulder and laughed.

One hour later.

Two bright red marriage certificates were freshly issued, and Meng Mingxuan kept looking at them over and over again.

It looks better than the one she took with Yin Ting in her previous life.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Mojiu stared at her changing expression.

"Nothing." Meng Mingxuan didn't want Yan Mojiu to know that she and Yin Ting were married. She had recently felt that he was extremely jealous.

It may be difficult to appease.

"I'm about to post on WeChat Moments, Yan Mojiu, do you want to?" Meng Mingxuan raised her eyes to look at him, her smile more dazzling than the sun.

"Is the name so nice?" Yan Mojiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

“…”

Meng Mingxuan looked left and right, and called out softly, "Husband."

A car came speeding and stopped in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The car hadn't come to a complete stop yet, and the man with a wound on his face opened the door and ran up the stairs.

Yan Mojiu glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

He held Meng Mingxuan's waist without hesitation, lowered his head and pressed hard on her lips.

Inside her lips.