After Pang Yi sent Zhong Mingwei and Mei Ya back to Nanshan Villa, he went to the prefectural government office to deliver the wedding invitations.
"Do we really need to invite the prefect and the two guards Kong to come over?" Mei Ya looked at Zhong Mingwei with a worried look on her face. "After all, I'm not... not Miss Duan. If they knew you were going to marry me, would anything go wrong?"
"No. We have to let them know," Zhong Mingwei spread a piece of rice paper on the table and explained to Meiya. "The two guards Kong naturally knew your identity long ago, so there is nothing to worry about inviting them over now. Besides, the prefect is obviously on the same side as the Imperial Guards, so even if he has doubts about your identity, he will not reveal it. After all, this is the Imperial Guards' fault. They can only keep it secret, how dare they announce it to the outside world?"
"If that's the case, then why invite them here?" Meiya didn't understand. She tilted her head and asked Zhong Mingwei. "We know they won't leak it, but we still have to invite them here. Isn't it a bit redundant?"
"But the person I'm going to marry is Zhong Meiya." Zhong Mingwei pursed his lips and smiled at Meiya, while taking a brush from the pen holder. He carefully picked off the broken hairs at the tip of the brush. This was the brush Meiya bought before, although it was cheap and rough. But this time when moving, Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear to throw it away, so he brought it all with him, "I just want them to know that the person I'm going to marry is you, not Miss Duan. I just want them to know that you are not some substitute maid, you are the one I, Zhong Mingwei, really want to marry."
"But..." Meiya still felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She felt sweet in her heart. She walked over and sat in front of the table, stretching out her hand to grind ink for Zhong Mingwei. "But there's no need. It doesn't matter whose name it is. I'm the one marrying you anyway."
"It's important," Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya without blinking. As he spoke, he leaned over and kissed Mei Ya gently on the forehead. "Girl, you are the only person I want to marry in my life. Your name will be engraved on the same monument with mine in the future, so it's important."
"Bah! You're getting more and more slick," Mei Ya spat at him with a red face, "You talk as if you've never had a wife before!"
"Didn't I meet you before? If I had, I would certainly not have married anyone else," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile. He felt guilty when he mentioned this, and urged Mei Ya, "Grind it for me quickly."
"What exactly are you going to write?" Mei Ya asked curiously while grinding, "Aren't the wedding invitations already written? Or are you going to post the word "囍" now? But I heard that the word "囍" can only be posted two days later, and you are using white paper, which is definitely not for writing the word "囍"..."
Zhong Mingwei ignored Mei Ya's nagging. He held the brush and dipped it in ink. Then he wrote two words neatly on the rice paper with the brush -
Divorce letter.
Meiya's mouth twitched: "...Isn't it too early for you to write a divorce letter now? We haven't even kissed yet."
Zhong Mingwei still ignored her. He lowered his head and wrote on the paper. When he stood up again, he looked at Mei Ya and said a little embarrassedly, "It's not written for you."
Mei Ya naturally knew this. She was not very literate, but she knew the word "An". She looked at the divorce letter on the table, and felt a little upset. Ever since she reconciled with Zhong Mingwei, she had been avoiding talking about little An. Although this was a knot in her heart, she just didn't want to think about it, let alone tell Zhong Mingwei. And Zhong Mingwei didn't mention it. When she saw little An at home that day, she told Zhong Mingwei to tell her the answer after he had thought it over. Obviously, Zhong Mingwei hadn't made up his mind yet, so she couldn't speak anymore. Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingwei finally gave her an answer at this time.
Zhong Mingwei put down the brush in his hand, walked out from behind the table, and then pulled a stool to sit in front of Mei Ya. He reached out and held Mei Ya's hand: "Girl, I know you mind it in your heart, but there are some things that I regret and feel annoyed about, but I can't change it. You just wait and see how I perform in the future, okay?"
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