Getting a marriage certificate...
This is a very important matter.
Once a marriage certificate is obtained, the couple becomes a legally married couple, and their marital relationship is protected by law.
"My wedding with Ms. Zhong is approaching, and we only have two months left. Shouldn't we get our marriage certificate first?" Chu Fang lay on his desk, lost in thought. "But... I don't know what Ms. Zhong thinks?"
"Should I tell Ms. Zhong to get the documents done first? Ms. Zhong is a conservative person, would she agree?"
Chu Fang was caught in a dilemma.
Getting a marriage certificate is a big deal; it requires considering the opinions of both parties...
He tilted his head and looked at Cai Guan: "Little Fatty, can I ask you something?"
"What's up, Brother Chu?"
"How did you convince Jiang Wenzhen to get the marriage certificate?"
Cai Guan replied, "I didn't say that, my mom did."
Chu Fang rolled her eyes: "Mama's boy."
"Brother Chu, you want to get a marriage certificate."
"I don't."
“You do, I guessed it,” Cai Guan said confidently. “But you don’t know Sister Zhong’s opinion, so you’re conflicted.”
Chu Fang: "Then do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
"You want to kill me because I guessed it."
"So what do you think you should do?"
"Shut up." Cai Guan quickly covered his mouth.
"Chu! Fang!" Jiang Wenzhen shouted wildly, "You're bullying my Guan Guan again!"
Chu Fang: "..."
Who's bullying whom?
Are there no good people left in this world?
Chu Fang spent the entire morning thinking about getting their marriage certificate.
At lunchtime, he ordered a bowl of Longjiang braised pork trotter rice, poking at the rice with his chopsticks.
Zhong Tingyue asked, "Mr. Chu, what's wrong? You seem distracted."
"I am deep in thought."
"What are you pondering?"
Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why do people scheme against each other...?
Is there an answer?
"some."
What is it?
Chu Fang stared blankly: "Only an idiot would think about these questions, and only an idiot would ask me for the answers."
Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."
What a powerful move, the Seven Injury Fist, that harms both the attacker and the attacker.
After finishing lunch, Chu Fang stretched and said, "I want to take a walk. You can go upstairs first."
"Oh." Zhong Tingyue nodded, then returned to her studio.
Chu Fang ordered an iced Americano at Starbucks downstairs: "It's so bitter! How can anyone in the world like this bitter stuff?"
"Because what can make adults addicted is definitely not sweets. You don't like them because you haven't experienced the hardships of life yet," a middle-aged man next to me said.
“That makes sense!” Chu Fang thought for a moment and nodded, then sighed, “Perhaps I will never experience hardship in my life, and it would be a great pity to lack life experience.”
After saying that, he drank his iced Americano and then left.
The middle-aged man was left twitching at the corner of his mouth in the sun: "That kid is obviously rich. I shouldn't have talked to him and let him show off."
The temperature in Shanghai has been hovering around 32 or 33 degrees Celsius recently, it's still very hot.
Chu Fang drove around aimlessly and inexplicably ended up at the nearby Civil Affairs Bureau, where many couples and spouses had gathered.
It's not even 2 o'clock yet, and these people are waiting outside for the door to open so they can process their documents.
He sat on a roadside chair, observing the faces of the men and women, and finally came to a shocking conclusion: all of them were there to get divorced; not a single couple was married.
These men and women were glaring at each other angrily. If looks could kill, their partner would probably have been killed a thousand times over.
"Hoo..." Chu Fang breathed, "This is the true picture of marriage these days."
Just then, a taxi stopped in front of him, and a couple got out. They glared at each other, and seeing that the Civil Affairs Bureau was not open, they sat on either side of Chu Fang.
“You still don’t have time to plan,” his wife said, dressed charmingly.
The husband, with his buzz cut, said, "You're such a good time manager. You've managed to get into other men's beds. You're a true master of time management."
Wife: "Who told you to be such a coward? I wasted my youth on you and haven't gotten anything from being with you for so long."
The husband replied, "Don't be ungrateful. I've given you a lot. I can make three or five hundred million in one night."
Chu Fang: "..."
No, you two don't consider me an outsider anymore?
Talk more, I love to listen.
But his wife was so angry she was panting. Then she received a phone call, and the caller said sweetly, "Honey, they're at the Civil Affairs Bureau right now, you'd better come quickly."
Upon hearing this, the husband's face darkened, revealing an indescribable sense of loss.
A short while later, a BMW pulled up in front, and a short, thin man got out. His charming wife took his arm and said, "My dear, you've finally arrived."
The short, thin man patted the woman's hand, then turned his gaze to the man and said, "I told you, if you agree to a divorce, I'll give you 500,000 yuan, but you refused and kept dragging it out. Now that the cooling-off period is over, we'll eventually get a divorce. And you won't get the 500,000 yuan."
The man remained silent.
Then the charming wife took the short, thin man's arm and sat down next to him. The two chatted about their romantic plans for the evening in front of everyone.
Chu Fang sensed the atmosphere around him freeze. He took out some chewing gum and handed it to the man with the buzz cut, who accepted it and said, "Thank you."
"It's nothing," Chu Fang said. "Do you want revenge on them?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" The man with the buzz cut looked at him.
Chu Fang took out his car keys from his pocket and shook them: "Slap those two scoundrels in the face."
"No need," the man with the buzz cut shook his head, but then suddenly changed his mind, "That works too."
Chu and Fang sat on the bench in silence. When the Civil Affairs Bureau opened, the man with the buzz cut and his wife entered and quickly completed the formalities.
Amidst the astonished gazes of his wife and the short, thin man, the man with the buzz cut got into a luxury Bentley and drove off.
The beautiful woman was incredulous, her eyes filled with regret.
After the charming woman and the short, thin man left, the Bentley drove back and stopped in front of Chu Fang.
The man with the buzz cut got out of the car and handed the car keys to Chu Fang: "Thank you."
"It's nothing," he said dismissively. "Doesn't it feel good to be slapped in the face like that?"
The man with the buzz cut shook his head: "No, she was, after all, the woman I once loved."
"Do you regret getting married?" Chu Fang asked.
The man with the buzz cut shook his head: "No matter which choice I make, it's wrong; no matter which choice I make, it's right. There's no question of regret."
"I just sometimes feel helpless, wondering why I can't be as wealthy as you and give her a comfortable life."
Chu Fang said, "The poor have their way of living, and the rich have theirs; it's all pretty much the same."
Upon hearing this, the man with the buzz cut asked, "How much is your car?"
"I don't remember very clearly, maybe five or six million."
The man with the buzz cut smiled, then stood up and said, "I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now. Thank you for your help; I'm very grateful."
After saying that, the man with the buzz cut hailed a taxi and left the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Chu Fang sat outside the Civil Affairs Bureau all afternoon, watching men and women come and go to get their marriage certificates. Some couples treated each other like enemies, some looked relieved, and some exchanged glances, their faces showing contented smiles...
Everyone has a different expression.
As the sun set, Zhong Tingyue prepared to leave work. Jiang Wenzhen complained, "Sister Zhong, you need to keep an eye on Chu Fang. He went out to play again this afternoon."
“No.” Zhong Tingyue refused.
Why?
"Because he is your boss's husband."
Jiang Wenzhen: "... ..."
When Zhong Tingyue returned home, she saw Chu Fang leaning against the windowsill, gazing at the sunset in the west.
Chu Fang turned around and said, "Ms. Zhong, let's go get our marriage certificate."
"no."
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