Chapter 11, Chapter 100: Obtaining the Marriage Certificate
Cheng Jiamo definitely can't drive. In her current state, her hands and feet are weak, she can't even hold the steering wheel steady, and she can't even step on the brakes. How could she dare to drive?
She didn't say anything, but just glared at He Qingzhao.
He Qingzhao smiled and kissed her cheek, then patted her back reassuringly: "Husband will drive, baby, take a nap."
Cheng Jiamo sat back in the passenger seat. Because she felt uncomfortable from being wet, she took off her underwear, tossed it at He Qingzhao.
He Qingzhao smiled as he caught it, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Cheng Jiamo glanced at him: "Can you wash now?"
He Qingzhao started the car, looking straight ahead: "Yes, I washed your car for two years." He added, "Those two years abroad."
Cheng Jiamo stopped talking, pursed her lips, and turned her head to look out the window.
She remembered that night, when He Qingzhao sat on the sofa, looking at her old photos on his phone in one hand and holding the clothes she had worn in the other...
He said that he did this every time he missed her during those two years.
She watched for a while but couldn't stand it anymore. Blushing, she snatched it from his hand, threw it into the trash can, and then sat on his lap.
When the car drove back to Nanyuan, Cheng Jiamo was already asleep, leaning her head against the back of the seat, fast asleep.
He Qingzhao got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and carried her out.
Cheng Jiamo let out a soft moan and snuggled into his arms.
He Qingzhao quickly patted her back and whispered soothingly, "Baby, keep sleeping."
Cheng Jiamo woke up in the bathtub, surrounded by dense foam. There was no one in the bathroom; He Qingzhao was not there.
She shouted, "He Qingzhao!"
"Yes." He Qingzhao walked into the bathroom carrying a small stool in his right hand.
Cheng Jiamo looked at him: "Why didn't you wake me up?"
He Qingzhao placed the stool next to the bathtub, sat down on it, and reached for the bath sponge: "I'll give you a bath."
Cheng Jiamo didn't refuse, turning her back to him and saying, "Then you can rub my back first." She reminded him, "You have a strong grip, so rub gently."
He Qingzhao replied with a smile, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Cheng Jiamo was amused by him and grabbed a piece of foam to throw at him: "Little He is so obedient."
He Qingzhao grabbed her wrist and lifted it high, while his other hand went into the water: "What did you call me?"
Cheng Jiamo immediately gave in and softly called out, "Husband."
He Qingzhao released her wrist and gently massaged her fair, glowing shoulders with a pink bath sponge.
After taking a shower, Cheng Jiamo was carried back to the bedroom by He Qingzhao. Her pajamas, a dark green silk slip dress, were already laid out on the bed.
Cheng Jiamo was touched by this scene, feeling warm inside. She reached out to hug He Qingzhao.
He Qingzhao pressed his fingers against her shoulder to stop her from getting closer: "My clothes are dirty, don't touch me."
Cheng Jiamo looked at his shirt, which was half wet, and instead of hugging him, she tilted her head up and kissed the corner of his lips.
She smiled and urged, "Go wash up quickly."
He Qingzhao walked into the bathroom with one hand unbuttoning his shirt. Less than ten minutes later, he came out drying his hair, a white towel wrapped around his waist, and his deeply defined abs exuding a strong aura of hormones.
Cheng Jiamo was lying on the bed wearing a sundress. When she heard the noise, she turned around and looked at him. When she saw his sexy figure, her cheeks flushed slightly.
She bit her lip and asked, trying to make conversation, "Did you also maintain a daily exercise routine during those two years?"
He Qingzhao sat down beside her, reached out and touched her fair and smooth face, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, I exercise every day."
Cheng Jiamo looked at him with a charming gaze: "You have such good self-discipline."
He Qingzhao said, "It has nothing to do with self-discipline."
Cheng Jiamo asked, "What does that have to do with? How can someone who lacks self-discipline exercise every day?"
He Qingzhao lowered his head and stroked her rosy lips with his thumb: "I'm not that strict with myself, I just want you to feel better."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
Realizing what was happening, Cheng Jiamo laughed and kicked him, saying, "You're so naughty, always so improper."
He Qingzhao grabbed her ankle and lowered his head to bite her white, jade-like instep.
Cheng Jiamo glared at her legs: "Aren't you disgusted?"
He Qingzhao laughed: "It's not dirty, it's been washed."
Cheng Jiamo smiled with her lips pursed, her peach blossom eyes, brimming with autumn water, filled with intense emotion.
He Qingzhao held her foot and placed it on the bath towel, his slender fingers gently tapping the instep of her foot: "Baby, step on it."
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Because they needed to get their marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau the next morning and had to get up early, He Qingzhao didn't indulge himself and only did it once. However, he still asked Cheng Jiamo for her opinion, asking if she had had enough and if so, if not, to do it again.
Cheng Jiamo blushed and pinched his waist: "It's clearly you who didn't have enough, but you deliberately asked me."
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and kissed it: "I really haven't had enough. Being with you will never be enough."
Cheng Jiamo ignored his question, turned her back, nestled in his arms, yawned, and lazily asked, "What should I wear to get our marriage certificate tomorrow?"
He Qingzhao kissed her still-reddened ear and said in a seductive voice, "You wear a white dress, and I'll wear a white shirt."
As Cheng Jiamo thought about getting their marriage certificate tomorrow and becoming legally husband and wife with He Qingzhao, her heart inexplicably raced, and her heart pounded.
She glanced at the arm she was using as a pillow; its muscles were taut and full of power. A surge of warmth welled up inside her, and she opened her mouth and bit it.
He Qingzhao touched her face, his voice slightly hoarse: "Baby, don't provoke me."
Cheng Jiamo released her mouth, looked at the teeth marks on his arm, and chuckled softly: "I'll provoke you."
He Qingzhao spun her around, pulling her onto his body.
Cheng Jiamo lay on his chest, looking into his deep and terrifying eyes, her heart pounding even faster.
"I can't do any more, otherwise I definitely won't be able to get up tomorrow."
He Qingzhao: "It's okay, it's the same if I pick it up in the afternoon."
Cheng Jiamo was about to say, "I'm going to see Zhang Wenqian this afternoon."
However, before he could finish speaking, He Qingzhao added, "I'm going to see your roommate the day after tomorrow."
Cheng Jiamo remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescence.
He Qingzhao pushed her up: "Baby, do squats by yourself."
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When Cheng Jiamo woke up in the morning, she felt as if she had climbed a mountain all day, and her legs were shaking.
She got out of bed to put on her shoes, and as she was about to stand up, her legs gave way and she collapsed back onto the bed.
"He Qingzhao!" she shouted.
He Qingzhao was on the phone in the hallway outside the bedroom when he heard Cheng Jiamo's voice and hurriedly pushed the door open and went inside.
Cheng Jiamo patted her legs with both hands: "My legs are so sore, my calves are shaking, I can't walk."
He Qingzhao walked to the bedside and pinched her soft calves, smiling as he said, "Wife, you should exercise more. Do thirty squats every night from now on."
Cheng Jiamo kicked him: "You're really good at calculating, the abacus beads are practically jumping in my face!"
Squatting thirty times would surely make him ecstatic, wouldn't it?
Cheng Jiamo stretched out her two legs: "Help me massage them."
He Qingzhao: "Wait a minute."
He turned around and went out to pour her a cup of hot water, then squatted down in front of the bed to massage her legs.
Cheng Jiamo drank hot water and enjoyed He Qingzhao's service.
After breakfast, the driver took the two of them to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He Qingzhao led Cheng Jiamo into the hall, and someone immediately came forward, nodded respectfully to He Qingzhao, and said with a smile, "Mr. He, this way please."
The two entered the private room, and He Qingzhao took out his and Cheng Jiamo's ID cards and household registration books and placed them on the table.
"What else do you need?"
The man handed He Qingzhao two "Application for Marriage Registration Statements" and said with a smile, "These are all you need. Mr. He, please wait a moment while I make copies for you."
He Qingzhao gave Cheng Jiamo a copy of the "Application for Marriage Registration Statement" and handed her a pen.
Cheng Jiamo took the pen, but instead of writing, she turned her head to look at He Qingzhao.
He Qingzhao was about to write his name when he noticed Cheng Jiamo looking at him. He tapped her nose with the cap of his pen and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Cheng Jiamo bit her lip, a blush rising to her cheeks, and said softly, "You write first, I'll watch you write."
He Qingzhao smiled slyly, then lowered his head and wrote "He Qingzhao" in the name column.
People say that a person's character is reflected in their handwriting, and that's absolutely true.
He Qingzhao's handwriting, just like him, has a clear and elegant quality, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon. You can feel a kind of noble elegance from his handwriting.
After he finished writing his birth date, Cheng Jiamo also lowered her head and began to write.
She had just finished writing her name when she was suddenly kissed on the cheek.
"What are you doing?" She turned to look at He Qingzhao, rubbing her face with the back of her hand at the same time.
He Qingzhao smiled gently and affectionately, and said in a low voice, "I voluntarily agree to marry Cheng Jiamo."
Cheng Jiamo suddenly felt a surge of heat in her chest. She swallowed hard and said gently, "Me too."
Finally, take photos and swear an oath to receive your marriage certificate.
The moment Cheng Jiamo held the marriage certificate, her eyes immediately reddened and filled with tears.
He Qingzhao held her in his arms and gently stroked her head with his large hand: "Wife, your tears have touched my heart."
Cheng Jiamo laughed and cried at the same time, and pinched his side waist.
He Qingzhao continued to comfort her: "Don't cry, or you'll break my heart."
Cheng Jiamo burst into laughter, wiping her tears and snot with his shirt, lifting her head from his embrace, and looking at him with red eyes.
She bit her lip and whispered, "Husband."
He Qingzhao picked her up and quickly walked out.
After getting into the car, He Qingzhao placed the marriage certificate on his left leg, then took Cheng Jiamo's hand and placed it on his right leg, raising his phone to take a picture.
After taking the photos, He Qingzhao sent them to Cheng Jiamo: "Wife, post this on WeChat Moments."
Cheng Jiaming opened the photo He Qingzhao sent her and immediately frowned: "Don't send it yet."
He made her hands look short and chubby in the photos, and he actually had the nerve to let her post them on social media?
Cheng Jiamo took He Qingzhao's hand again, intertwined their fingers, then turned on her favorite filter, held up her phone, found the right angle, and took a photo that she was satisfied with.
He Qingzhao glanced at his pale, bloodless hands, and smiled helplessly yet indulgently: "My wife took such a beautiful picture."
Cheng Jiamo proudly raised her chin: "Anyway, it looks better than yours. You made my hands look short and fat, not good at all."
Her fingers were actually very thin, but she was a typical skinny person, so even though they were thin, they still felt fleshy to the touch. In addition, He Qingzhao's fingers were much longer than hers, so when he held them in his hand, her fingers looked short and fat.
Cheng Jiamo's WeChat Moments post was simple yet classic, consisting of just eight characters: "Holding hands, growing old together," accompanied by a photo she had just taken.
He Qingzhao's message was: "I am fortunate to have you in my life, and I have no regrets."
The accompanying photo was also taken by Cheng Jiamo.
Before long, both of their phones started ringing incessantly.
Immediately afterward, He Qingzhao's phone rang. Cheng Jiamo glanced at it and saw that the caller ID was saved as "Secretary He".
She remembered that He Qingzhao's father had been the secretary of a certain department, a pretty high-ranking official.
Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked softly, "Is it your father?"
He Qingzhao: "Mm."
Cheng Jiamo felt inexplicably nervous: "Have you told your family about us getting our marriage certificate?"
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