Chapter 15 Chapter 15 I was exaggerating, I didn’t expect that I would really hook you. …
Couples entered the studio for their photoshoots. The photographers and post-production technicians wore no trace of reverence for love; instead, they reflected the exhaustion of work and the frustration of trying to make a living as artists. This was the 27th couple today. "May your marriage last forever and your children be a blessing to you," they said. "Please be more obedient and less cumbersome than the previous couples." The photographer prayed silently as he guided them step by step, their expressions relaxed.
"You two are truly a perfect match." He clicked the shutter button and at the same time pressed the shortcut key for blessing. Every day, more than a dozen such pairs of talented men and beautiful women were born from his mouth, and another dozen pairs of talented men and beautiful women also shared a share.
"What did you say?" Tang Ke didn't hear clearly and thought he was giving some instructions again.
"He said we are really wolves, jackals, tigers and leopards." Fu Yu replied.
The photographer put down his camera and glanced at them, hesitant. Was he so free? Anyway, getting down to business was more important. He squinted one eye, then glanced back at the viewfinder. "The groom, please smile more. It'll look better on camera."
Tang Ke nudged Fu Yu's side with his elbow and said, "Smile for me."
"I laughed." Fu Yu cried out for injustice.
The photographer was still not satisfied: "The groom's expression is a little stiff, don't be nervous."
Tang Ke had to smooth things over: "He doesn't like to smile by nature, so let's just shoot it like this."
Freshly released wedding photos with a red background, Tang Ke swallowed her nagging thoughts. Then, the two of them went to the lobby to collect the "Marriage Registration Application Instructions." Filling out the form was a masterful skill for Tang Ke, who could do it with her eyes closed. However, the intense flashes of the cameras had just blasted the black and white paper, leaving a faint blue smear between them. She had barely finished filling in her information when the service counter called their number.
The staff member told her to take her time and submit other materials for review first. Tang Ke continued to apply her expertise, but unexpectedly, she forgot a character as she took to writing. Her high-scoring Chinese language score suffered a crushing setback. She couldn't remember which radical the character "yu" in Fu Yu's name was: the "shi" radical or the "yi" radical?
"..." She held the pen motionless, remembering the fear she'd felt while preparing for the Administrative Professional Competency Test, dominated by the multiple-choice questions. Eliminating A and B, choosing CD. What seemed like a 50% chance of guillotining was actually a 100% chance. Whatever she chose was wrong. Trusting in one's own abilities was less important than trusting one's own luck. Choosing a wrong answer after careful consideration was a recipe for failure for her.
Tang Ke has always been proud of his talent in Chinese, and it would be extremely difficult to get her to ask questions without hesitation.
Fu Yu witnessed her transformation from a lively person to a wooden person, then looked at the application form, and the tip of his pen stopped at the last stroke of the word "Fu".
"What do you mean by stopped? Don't do it anymore?"
Tang Ke glanced at him sideways, acting like a big shot, and asked, "What's your name?"
She only did not feel ashamed to ask questions.
Fu Yu took a breath and said calmly, "You are a forgetful person. Why don't you accept the Nootropics I gave you?"
The staff member was typing smoothly on the keyboard. He paused when he heard the words. When he returned the two people's ID cards to them, his eyes showed a bit of inquiry and curiosity.
God help me. Tang Ke filled in his information according to his ID card, and since the conversation had already fallen into the point of being proud of it, she didn't waste this opportunity.
"What era is it still giving Melatonin as a gift? Bring me two bottles of Moutai and I'll recite your ID number by heart."
"There's no need to worry about corruption now."
"Shut your mouth."
Fu Yu collected the documents one by one, checking to see if anything was missing, and after confirming everything was correct, she put them in her bag. The staff asked them to put their wedding photos on the form and then put their fingerprints on the form, thinking that they had received two strange people today.
Tang Ke pretended to bite his thumb, giving the impression of swearing in marriage. As expected, after receiving the red book and taking the oath, he was a prime example of a bad bride.
"I'm Liu Bei." She bowed with both hands and looked at Fu Yu.
Fu Yu understood, "I am Guan Yu."
They both looked at the third person present.
witness:"......"
He didn't think he had anything to do with it.
After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, there is still half a day off. Either go home and lie down to enjoy the hard-earned leisure time on weekdays, or go out into the world and have some entertainment to show the ambition of a nine-to-six office worker. However, these two options do not seem exciting enough, so Tang Ke decides on a whim to visit Fu Yu's company.
"There's nothing much to see. There are only a few lifeless buildings and a lot of radiation." Fu Yu's opinion of the company took a sharp turn for the worse, and they became sworn enemies overnight.
"Didn't you strongly recommend me to go take a look before?" Tang Ke searched for the marriage certificate and asked, "Where's your copy? Give it to me."
Fu Yu pulled out the marriage certificate from the car door storage compartment and handed it to her, saying, "I was exaggerating. I didn't expect that I would really hook you."
"I'm just taking a casual tour. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not. I mainly want to understand your work atmosphere." Tang Ke placed two brand new marriage certificates on his thighs in the shape of a heart and held up his mobile phone to take a photo.
Fu Yu heard the clicking sound and asked, "Post it on WeChat Moments?"
"No, I sent it to my family group and my bestie too." Tang Ke stared at the screen and typed, a smile on his face. His attention was focused on chatting with Xue Jiayin, so his words became vulgar and affectionate: "Do you want me to post it? Moments."
Fu Yu: "Is this something I can decide?"
"Sure. If you want me to send it, I'll send it. If you don't want me to send it, I won't."
Fu Yu has no possessiveness towards other people's social accounts. Everyone has the independent right to weave their own online image. As for whether her married identity needs to be informed to the general public, it is her own decision and he cannot have such influence.
So, was she testing something by asking for his opinion?
"Why ask me?" he asked.
Tang Ke opened the marriage certificate, took a picture of the page with the photo, and said, "It's you who I'm marrying. If not you, who else should I ask?"
"I mean," Fu Yu turned the steering wheel and made a huge turn at the intersection, "can my opinion influence your decision?"
Tang Ke finally glanced up from his phone screen briefly, realizing he'd accidentally gone too far. Tsk tsk, she even forgot where her own company was. She's already acting like a fool, barely married. A man's efforts in marriage are less than what you'd put into pooping.
"What? Do you look down on yourself?" She lowered her head again to reply to her best friend's message.
While waiting for the traffic light, Fu Yu used his peripheral vision to confirm that he was not driving in the wrong lane this time. He looked at her and said, "If you think too highly of yourself, you will be called narcissistic."
Narcissistically, he thought he was important to her, that she cared about his feelings, and that if he expressed his affection, he would get a response. However, he knew the answer, so why bother being sentimental?
Tang Ke said casually, "Then just be a little more narcissistic. What's wrong with letting me scold you a few times?"
He didn't have to fall into this trap, Fu Yu thought.
"Then send it." But he jumped. It was nothing special, just a gentleman's demeanor.
"Hey, what kind of copy do you want?"
Since he was interfering, Fu Yu might as well interfere to the end.
"Two people go together," he said.
This sentence required some thought. Tang Ke came back to his senses and pondered, then asked disdainfully, "Aren't they going to get a divorce?"
Aren't you also going for a divorce? Fu Yu complained inwardly. She doesn't treat her husband as her husband, but as a fish to be hooked. Who's going to control her?
"You Liu Bei still care about this?"
"You're obviously enjoying it, so don't burn bridges." Tang Ke completely turned off his phone, propped up his chin, and looked at him with interest, firing on all cylinders: "Then will you post it on your Moments? Post one, okay? Tell the world that we got married on this sunny and beautiful day!"
Fu Yu had a bad feeling: "...What's the copywriter?"
"Me too." Tang Ke imitated Zhang Fei's tone, which was completely different from the sticky clamp sound he made a second ago.
"Reject." His Qinglong Yanyue Sword disagreed.
"What else to write, dear baby?"
"Sounds like Taobao customer service."
"The matchmaker finally remembered me!"
"The God of Wealth has finally forgotten me."
"You don't have to be strong anymore, because your strength is here!"
"Can someone please pinch my philtrum?"
"Hey, Siri!"
Tang Ke's phone, which had been silent for a long time, said, "Hey."
"Drag Fu Yu out and behead him."
“Okay, this is what I found on Baidu.”
After heated discussions, there is still no conclusion on what to write in the copy. If it is too abstract, it will look like an old-fashioned spoof relay post. If it is too intimate, it is not their style and it looks more and more fake. They are in a dilemma where they need to hype up the CP, but if they hype it up too much, the parties involved will have a black history.
Tang Ke crossed his arms over his chest and smacked his lips frequently to show his impatience. He was not in a good mood as all his plans were rejected. Although some of them were indeed her nonsense, he was too nagging!
"Put it aside for now. I want to see your company." She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car like a leader inspecting.
Aside from the ground-floor lobby, which showcased development achievements and social honors, every other door in the office building, including all offices and conference rooms, was controlled. Employees could use facial recognition, while outsiders required ID cards for verification. Fu Yu hadn't used his ID card in a long time, and unless something unexpected happened to him, he likely wouldn't use it again. His memory of the ID card was a bit hazy, and he struggled to find it in the car.
He was a little late in getting out of the car, and Tang Ke asked him what he was doing.
Fu Yu stuffed his ID card into her hand and said, "Take this and use it to access the gate."
His work badge featured a photo from his first year a few years ago, showing him with a freshly cut haircut and barely any bangs. Tang Ke examined the badge carefully, finding it refreshing. In the photo, Fu Yu had a smooth forehead and distinct brow bones, and the exposure was so high that the shadows on his other facial features were invisible—perfect for clipping and making panda-head emojis.
Tang Ke stopped his inhumane fantasy and followed his lead.
"Wow, your company is really big." She looked left and right and couldn't help sighing.
"There are bigger ones."
"It's just a pie in the sky painted by the boss."
"right."
"I knew it."
There is a Luckin Coffee quick service store in a small corner of the lobby. Fu Yu smelled the coffee beans and instinctively wanted to order a cup.
"Do you want to drink?" he asked.
Tang Ke shook his head. "No. You order, I'll wait for you."
The office building's surroundings were clean and upscale, and the interior was even landscaped. Tang Ke felt like she was wasting money. She pulled out her phone to record the scene, then suddenly realized this was private territory. She turned around and asked, "Can I take a picture?"
Fu Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, holding the freshly brewed coffee in his left hand, slowly raised his right hand, and made a standard scissors hand gesture.
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