After following Ling'er through the process, Mu Qingyun felt the most awkward thing was reciting the words of voluntarily becoming husband and wife in public.

There's nothing wrong with just reading aloud, but the awkward part is that the two of them are reading from above while a bunch of people are watching from below.

If it weren't for the rule against filming with a phone, the video of them reciting their vows might have gone viral online tonight.

"Thank you." Ling'er happily ran to the work group to show off the autographs they gave her.

Mu Qingyun and Su Qiluo quickly retreated.

If we don't leave now, we'll be surrounded and stared at like pandas.

"Shall we pick a time to have a wedding?" Su Qiluo asked softly, rubbing the bump on the steering wheel.

"You want to do it?" Mu Qingyun raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him.

"You don't want to have one?" he asked back. After all, a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and he didn't want Mu Qingyun to miss out on what others had.

Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether we have a wedding or not. A wedding for someone in a high position is not a simple wedding. If you really want to have one, you might as well find a secluded place."

Hearing this, Su Qiluo nodded, "You're right."

"Let's go to the store in a bit. After all, today is our wedding registration day, so we should have some drinks and a candlelight dinner." Mu Qingyun took his hand as he put it down and squeezed it gently.

"OK."

"And buy some more of that too, I think we're out." She thought for a moment and then said.

But Su Qiluo was unhappy to hear this.

"Why do you want to buy it?" He frowned and turned to stare intently at her.

Startled by his question, Mu Qingyun was momentarily stunned. After realizing what he meant, she looked at him as if he were an idiot and said, "Because it's gone."

Seeing her disdainful look, Su Qiluo became even angrier. "We're already married, why do we still need to use that?"

Oh, so that's what he meant.

Finally understanding Su Qiluo's meaning, she withdrew her unfriendly gaze and replied calmly, "I don't want to have children now, let's talk about it later."

"Why don't you want to have children? Don't you want my child?" Su Qiluo asked immediately, not giving her a moment to breathe.

“There are still many things to do. I need at least a year to recover after having a child. Besides, I haven’t had enough of our time as a couple. Who will take care of the child? Will you take care of it?” She glared at Su Qiluo, her tone full of resentment.

In the past, other women would go to great lengths to have children with her, even though she was unable to do so.

Now she herself is being pressured to have a baby, and the thought of being pregnant for a whole year gives her a headache.

"So, you don't want anyone to bother us?" Su Qiluo took what he wanted to hear as the key point and repeated, "Are you afraid that if you have a daughter, she'll take me away from you?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Is Su Qiluo thinking about that kind of thing all the time, making herself stupid?

"If I have a daughter, she'll definitely be closer to me." She punched Su Qiluo's arm and gave a light snort of annoyance.

"By the way, don't be like those ancient people in TV dramas who favor sons over daughters." Su Qilu put his arm around her shoulder, chuckled, and whispered in her ear, "I like daughters. Give me a little princess."

"...Whether it's a boy or a girl isn't my decision, don't tell me."

Mu Qingyun pushed Su Qiluo away, rolled down the car window to let the wind blow through, and didn't want to listen to him anymore.

Seeing this, Su Qiluo chuckled and said nothing more.

They returned to the villa, and just as they reached the door, they ran into the doctor.

The professor pointed at Su Zhou and looked at the two of them, "Want to play mahjong? Let's team up."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Su Qiluo: "..."

"Strategist, you still play mahjong?" Mu Qingyun looked at a loss for words, completely puzzled by the doctor's words.

"I traveled from interstellar space to ancient times, and then traveled back from ancient times," Su Zhou explained confidently. "Your Majesty, I still know how to play mahjong."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiluo frowned imperceptibly. He found it a little strange that his father called his wife "Your Majesty".

“I’m not playing,” he said coldly, glancing at Su Zhou. “Go somewhere cool and stay away from us.”

Su Zhou raised his eyes and turned to look at Mu Qingyun, his eyes filled with expectation and pleading.

Mu Qingyun pursed her lips speechlessly at this.

Why drag her into this mess between the father and son?

"that……"

"We just registered our marriage today, so have some sense and don't bother us." She had barely started speaking when Su Qiluo interrupted her.

Su Qiluo smiled, but her eyes revealed a faint chill.

"What?"

"marry?"

Upon hearing this, both the professor and Su Zhou exclaimed in surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you got married?" Su Zhou frowned and asked, puzzled. He understood Su Qiluo's free and open-mindedness, but how could His Majesty do something so hasty?

"Why should I tell you? Who do you think you are?" Su Qilu sneered, speaking ruthlessly and provocatively. "If you're offering blessings, I'll accept them. If you're going to lecture me, then get lost!"

After saying that, he opened the door, picked up Mu Qingyun, and went inside.

He turned around and slammed the door shut, cutting off the words that the doctor and Su Zhou were about to say.

"That's rude. One of those two is your biological father, and the other is the one who raised you." Mu Qingyun tugged at Su Qiluo's sleeve, forcing him to stop and lean against her.

"I'm not the same Su Qiluo as before. What does the past favor have to do with me?" he said, taking out the things he had just bought at the mall from his storage bag and walking towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Mu Qingyun turned to look at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it.

Outside the door, neither the doctor nor Su Zhou were present.

They walked quite fast.

She pursed her lips and closed the door again.

Su Qiluo was still busy in the kitchen. He heard her open the door, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't know she had opened the door.

They spent some time decorating the restaurant together, transforming the minimalist living room into a romantic red Instagram-worthy space.

"I'll go with you tomorrow." Su Qilu poured red wine and pushed it towards her.

"You want to help me grow plants?" She looked up at him, tilting her head with a light laugh. "Then don't you dare touch me in front of others."

She knew all too well those people in love; even in ancient times, newlyweds couldn't help but be affectionate in front of everyone.

She can restrain herself, but Su Qiluo might not be able to.

Upon hearing this, Su Qiluo merely raised an eyebrow without saying a word.

He casually plucked a rose and scattered the petals one by one onto the table.

After scattering the roses, he took a sip of red wine, lowered his head, and suddenly kissed her on the lips.