"Good eldest son and ex-husband's brother, you should be the current husband's brother, I am timid."
When the old lady woke up, she was in a state of panic.
"There's always another way," Zhao Fengzhuo still wanted to give it a try. "She threatened me with her life, but I can do the same. I don't want a divorce."
"Don't do that." Ziyu waved at Lao Zhao, who politely walked around the desk and squatted in front of her, letting Ziyu caress her face. "You heard me too, I just want to get the certificate. Let's get it after the old lady has finished the surgery. We were a bit careless when we got it back then."
However, the fact that they got the marriage certificate so casually back then cannot really be blamed on Zhao Fengzhuo.
They put a lot of thought into it, and also took into consideration that she didn't like to be in the spotlight, so the proposal ceremony was both low-key and high-profile. Low-key because only the two of them knew about it, and high-profile because...
From the first day they met to the day he proposed, Zhao Fengzhuo left behind commemorative items almost every day, including photos, train tickets, or packaging bags of things Ziyu bought for him. Like any other young couple, they made one commemorative album after another.
Ziyu was born in an orphanage. In the era when she was born, children abandoned at the door of the orphanage were considered to have some kindness from their parents. Children could be picked up on the street, next to trash cans, and other outrageous places.
As an abandoned person, Ziyu always has a contradiction in wanting to hold on to things but not daring to do so.
Zhao Fengzhuo has this rat-like attribute.
That day, she had an important appointment, and with her personality, she couldn't give Zhao Fengzhuo the same enthusiasm.
"Have you felt wronged these years?" Ziyu really wanted to know. "With your conditions and your face, you have countless choices."
Not to mention family background and education, Zhao Fengzhuo has them all.
"I'm not wronged." Zhao Fengzhuo didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not. He sat on the ground, leaning against Ziyu's legs. He was not tall, but he had a well-proportioned body. His long legs wrapped around the ground made him look inexplicably pitiful. "You've had it harder than me. If you were in another family, you wouldn't have to take care of Yiyi alone for so many years. The whole family would help you."
Ziyu gave him the most adorable daughter in the world and the best wife, but he couldn't even convince his own mother. Compared to her sacrifices, he was insignificant. Just the fact that he raised Ziyi made Zhao Fengzhuo burst into tears every time he thought about it.
"It's my honor that you, among so many people, are willing to accept the emotional value I give you. I don't want a divorce. We will always find another way."
Ziyu gives me enough sense of security, but...
A marriage certificate also gives you a sense of security!
Mr. Zhao, the noble young man who appears to be dignified and elegant, hugged his wife's calves and cried bitterly.
Ziyu: ...
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