Chapter 277 Marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau
Cui Xiao's heart tightened, and she subconsciously furrowed her delicate brows.
But that subtle expression vanished in a fleeting moment, and she was once again the composed Assistant Cui.
"Lawyer Zhou, it's not convenient. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."
Cui Xiao gave a perfunctory smile and turned to leave, but Zhou Mubin called her back again.
"Cui Xiao".
This is neither Assistant Cui during her employment nor Ms. Cui who became sarcastic and unpleasant after leaving the company.
This was one of the few times Zhou Mubin called her by her name.
Cui Xiao paused, and Zhou Mubin was already standing in front of her.
He was still as spirited as ever, hands in his pockets, glancing at the Asia Pacific brand, a half-smile on his face. "Cui Xiao, Asia Pacific pays you whatever salary you want. I'll double it. Come back."
Zhou Mubin is capable, the most capable among the young masters of Hong Kong, but deep down, he is still just like them, liking to look down on others.
Cui Xiao couldn't tell how serious he was. His nonchalant attitude made her purse her lips. "Lawyer Zhou, I'm very satisfied with my current work environment. I appreciate your kindness."
After a half-second pause, Cui Xiao gave a self-deprecating laugh, "...Besides, doesn't Lawyer Zhou already have a new assistant?"
Having worked at the law firm for so many years, Cui Xiao was fully aware of everything that had happened even after she left.
After saying that, she walked away quickly without lingering in her eyes.
Watching Cui Xiao's figure recede into the distance, Zhou Mubin's nameless anger seemed to burn even brighter. He casually took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, coldly staring at the closed glass door.
After a long pause, Zhou Mubin glanced at his watch, sneered, and got into the car, cigarette in hand.
Hospital.
Pei Jingchuan's matching results are in, and he is indeed a match for Wang Shufen.
Xie Nanzhi didn't hesitate any longer and called Pei Jingchuan early in the morning. The two agreed to meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Xie Nanzhi prepared her documents, and when she arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Pei Jingchuan had already arrived first.
He wore a dark charcoal gray suit, the cut so clean it was like a knife carving, the shoulder line as straight as a mountain ridge, and the waistline perfectly cinched, outlining a sharp inverted triangle silhouette.
A half-inch of silver-gray tie peeked out from the shirt collar, tied meticulously, with the end landing precisely in the center of the belt buckle, the metal buckle gleaming coldly under the light.
Xie Nanzhi was familiar with this suit.
He was wearing this outfit when they first met.
The reason she still remembers it so vividly after all these years is because her second meeting with Pei Jingchuan was at their wedding.
Xie Nanzhi was already blind at that time, so the image she remembered was always that of her wearing this suit.
Xie Nanzhi remained expressionless, while Pei Jingchuan, on the other hand, seemed to radiate unbridled joy from the corners of his eyes.
He walked gracefully towards Xie Nanzhi, his slender fingers brushing aside the stray hairs on her forehead as Pei Jingchuan carefully examined her.
Actually, apart from being indifferent to him, she doesn't seem to have changed much over the years.
She is still so beautiful, every feature is perfectly proportioned.
Looking at the face in front of him, Pei Jingchuan could still vaguely recall what it was like for the two of them to live together.
She was blind, yet she took care of all his needs, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation.
She would hold his hand and call him "Jingchuan" with a smile; she would thoughtfully make him tea when he worked overtime; she would stay up all night by his side when he was sick; she would put his preferences first, and then make them her preferences.
Over the years, Pei Jingchuan has dreamt of those three years.
If he could turn back time, he would never do anything to betray her again.
Fortunately, there is still a chance.
He can make up for it.
He will definitely do a million times better than Wei Chizheng, and she will definitely fall in love with him again.
Then, Pei Jingchuan tried to take her hand, but Xie Nanzhi almost instinctively dodged away.
Pei Jingchuan paused, the curve of his lips widening, but a hint of coldness lingered in his smile. "Nanzhi, we're about to become husband and wife. Can't we even hold hands?"
Xie Nanzhi remained expressionless, but the resistance and hostility in her eyes were clearly visible. "Is there a regulation from the Civil Affairs Bureau that requires couples to hold hands when registering for marriage?"
Pei Jingchuan gazed at her, saying only once in a row, "But I want to."
This time, Pei Jingchuan forcibly took her hand, and Xie Nanzhi's arm stiffened, gleaming in the firelight.
Pei Jingchuan didn't care. He said softly, "Nanzhi, we're just holding hands now. Tonight you'll be lying under me, so consider this a good way to get used to it."
Xie Nanzhi felt nauseous and her eyes, filled with disgust, stared at him. "Pei Jingchuan, the thing I regret most in my life is meeting you."
Pei Jingchuan smiled instead of getting angry. He leaned down and whispered in Xie Nanzhi's ear, "It's a pity that the luckiest thing in my life is meeting you."
Xie Nanzhi turned her face away and refused to look at him again.
The bright white lights in the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau were blinding, making the floor shine like a mirror, and even the air was filled with a kind of formulaic, "legal" cold and hard atmosphere.
Xie Nanzhi's arm was gripped by Pei Jingchuan, the force so great that it almost crushed her bones.
Her struggles were like a feather thrown into a lake, unable to even create a ripple; she could only be half-dragged, half-pulled forward by him. Her high heels slipped on the smooth floor, making a soft, awkward sound, completely out of place with the low laughter of the couples around them.
"Pei Jingchuan, let me go! I can walk by myself."
Her voice was cold, but Pei Jingchuan remained unmoved. His icy eyes held no warmth, only an unyielding obstinacy. "Nanzhi, think of your mother lying in the hospital bed, waiting for you to save her."
The staff member behind the window looked up at them, his gaze lingering for a moment between Xie Nanzhi's reddened eyes and Pei Jingchuan's taut jawline, before finally pushing the form with the red stamp over.
When the pen nib was shoved into Xie Nanzhi's hand, she gripped the pen tightly but hesitated to write, perhaps still unwilling to give up even at that moment.
Ink dripped onto the words "Applicant," spreading into a small, dark stain, like her unspeakable despair at that moment.
Pei Jingchuan stood beside him, the temperature in his eyes gradually dropping, his patience slowly wearing thin in this tug-of-war.
His face was grim. "Nanzhi, as long as you sign the papers, I'll go with you to the hospital to find a doctor and arrange the surgery. Don't worry, Wang Shufen is your mother, which means she's my mother too. I will definitely save her."
Xie Nanzhi frowned and gritted her teeth.
Pei Jingchuan grew increasingly anxious.
More than anything, I'm afraid.
Is she going to back out?
What if she regrets it?
The more Pei Jingchuan thought about it, the more anxious he became, and that restless feeling made him even more nervous.
Immediately, his hand covered hers, with an irresistible force, compelling Xie Nanzhi's name to appear on the paper. His strength was immense, as if he wanted to break the pen.
In the blank space, Xie Nanzhi's handwriting was crooked and uneven, gathering all her resentment at the tip of her pen.
Just as the character "枝" was about to be completed, a person suddenly ran out of the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He roared, "I disagree!"
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