Chapter 65 Marriage Registration Some things are called legal obligations of spouses. ...
It's much easier to be with someone than to be locked up alone in a solitary confinement cell.
After the door to the solitary confinement cell automatically unlocked twelve hours later, Yan Quan looked at the light reflecting in from outside. He pursed his dry lips and stood up unsteadily.
Yan Ceyan stood up first, wanting to help Yan Quan, but Yan Quan shook his head heavily and refused. "I'll just go back to my room and rest for a while."
"Why don't you go back to your room and rest for a bit..." Yan Quan paused for a moment, "to calm down."
The somewhat subtle atmosphere between Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan continued until the last day of the show's recording.
The hashtag "ShuangyanBE" remains high on Weibo.
#Yan Ceyan removes security camera from solitary confinement cell#
#Shuangyan put in solitary confinement together#
#Shuangyan was separated from the solitary confinement cell#
Are Shuangyan really together?
#Yan Ceyan removes security camera from solitary confinement cell#
#Does the "Sea King" Yan Quan really like Yan Ceyan?#
#Yan Quan's Avoidant Attachment Personality#
And so, the final day of confession arrived.
There were no complicated tasks, no heart-pounding competition, only a faint sense of unease and subtle tension permeating the air.
Although their previous date was canceled, Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan were still the only AOs (Agents) on the show to successfully choose each other.
On the morning of the final confession, Yan Quan's phone screen lit up, and the program's special notification sounded—he had received a "final heart-fluttering confession message" from Yan Ceyan.
Click on it, the content is very simple:
"Please bring a photocopy of your ID card. See you at the final location at 3 PM."
A dry, almost procedural requirement. It can be read in a second.
A photocopy of your ID card?
Yan Quan froze, his brows furrowing slightly. A faint unease flickered in his heart: Could it be... that Yan Ceyan had discovered something again?
A photocopy of your ID card? What's going on here?
This confession message is a bit hardcore and unusual.
[Do we need to sign some kind of agreement? Is it a notarized transfer of property? (doge)]
There must be some special arrangement!
[Qianbao's bewildered expression is so cute!]
[Is Shuangyan really going to have a bad ending...?]
Despite her doubts, and trusting Yan Ceyan, Yan Quan still diligently asked the production team for the equipment and made a copy of her ID card.
As it approached three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone else was waiting in the living room downstairs when Yan Quan left the small house.
Shan Haotian opened his palm first, the National Climbing Championship badge gleaming in the sunlight: "When I first came to the show, I thought I could give it to you on the final confession day..."
Running his thumb along the edge of the badge, Shan Haotian grinned at Yan Quan: "But now it seems more suitable as a souvenir between friends."
"Although I don't know why you refused the date last time, I can sense that your feelings for Yan Ceyan haven't changed."
"I've come to terms with it." Shan Haotian laughed heartily and gave Yan Quan a tight hug on the shoulder: "That kid surnamed Yan is really lucky."
[Agreed, the Yan family is really lucky.]
Sigh, this faint sense of a tragic ending.
Actually, Shan Haotian must be feeling sad inside...
Lin Mo then handed Yan Quan a bilingual translated fairy tale picture book called "The Little Prince," with a cover featuring the blond Little Prince and his thorny rose.
"It is the time you have spent on your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"I...I..." Lin Mo stammered a little, took a deep breath, and quickly rapped:
"I'm so happy to have been on this show and spent almost a month with you."
"To me, you are like that rose."
Cultured people speak differently.
It's really not easy for someone with social anxiety to achieve this level of achievement.
That's so sincere... Pure friendship is so sweet too.
Murong Yuan remained composed, nodded slightly, and looked at Yan Quan with unfathomable depth in his eyes.
After their frank conversation at the restaurant, the competitive spirit that once lingered in Murong Yuan's eyes had vanished, replaced by a dignified adult blessing: "Congratulations."
Haha, as aloof as a CEO!
[The Current State of Domineering CEO Emo]
[Probably because this is the first time she's been a "loser," she's not used to it yet...]
“You win, Yan Quan.” Ji Yao winked at Yan Quan, feigning nonchalance. “Perhaps you’re right.”
Some things cannot be avoided.
"I wish you and Yan Ceyan all the best."
Under the watchful eyes and blessings of everyone, Yan Quan took a deep breath and walked out of the Love House.
The final confession location lacked the path strewn with rose petals from the previous season, and there was no elaborately constructed confession stage.
Only one black sedan was parked quietly at the intersection.
The driver's side window rolled down, revealing Yan Ceyan's profile. He was wearing a simple white shirt today, his hair was neatly combed, and the lines of his profile looked somewhat taut.
Seeing Yan Quan come out, Yan Ceyan turned his head, looked at Yan Quan with deep eyes, and slightly curved his lips.
Wait a minute? Why are you the driver?
Where's the promised romantic confession? This is far too plain and unadorned!
"White shirts... there's something strangely off about you special forces soldiers wearing such formal clothes, hahaha."
Something's off. This oppressive atmosphere doesn't feel like a confession; it feels more like...a meeting?
"Stop talking, the more I watch, the more I feel like this couple is going to have a bad ending..."
[Add one, I just saw a post on Weibo yesterday saying that everything Yan Quan did on the show was scripted.]
[All of Shuangyan's previous roles were acting...]
[No way (crying) I've been so sincere in this relationship, and all my feelings have been wasted??]
Seeing the car lights flashing, Yan Quan's doubts deepened. He opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
"Did you bring a copy of your ID card?" Yan Ceyan didn't start the car immediately, but turned his head to ask her first. His voice sounded unusually calm, but the knuckles of his fingers gripping the steering wheel were slightly white.
"I brought it." Yan Quan took out the small file folder from his bag, his unease growing slightly.
"What is the purpose of requesting your identity information?"
Yan Ceyan took the file bag, looked at it carefully, and then placed it properly in the center console.
He leaned over and carefully pulled Yan Quan's seatbelt over and fastened it. At this distance, Yan Quan could smell the crisp, refreshing scent of datura flowers emanating from Yan Ceyan.
Yan Ceyan's small scar on his eyelid stretched out some lines: "You'll know when we get there."
The engine started, and the vehicle smoothly drove away from the love nest that held so many of their memories, merging into the city's traffic.
Throughout the journey, Yan Ceyan drove steadily but rarely spoke. His profile was focused, as if he were undertaking an extremely important task.
As Yan Quan watched the street scene rushing past the window, the doubts in his heart grew larger and larger—this was not the route to any known date location.
This road... doesn't seem to lead to a park or a restaurant (question mark face)
[They're moving further and further into the city center (I'm sure of it)]
[My ex-husband looks so serious, are you going to defuse a bomb...?]
Yan Quan looked just as puzzled as we were, wondering what her ex-husband was up to.
It has to be a romantic date location, otherwise I might end up making Yan Quan angry again...
Teacher, our Shuangyan can't have a bad ending!!
Finally, the vehicle slowed down, entered a familiar street, and then stopped in front of a solemn building adorned with the national emblem.
Yan Quan's gaze swept past the sign outside the car window, and those large characters exploded in her mind like a thunderclap—
Marriage Registration Office of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Area A of the Capital
Yan Quan turned her head sharply, her eyes wide, and looked at the man in the driver's seat with a hint of surprise.
Yan Ceyan had already unbuckled his seatbelt and was staring intently at Yan Quan. His eyes were as black as ink, churning with a complex mix of tension and determination.
"Now that we're here, there's no turning back."
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, strained, was unusually deep. "Yan Quan, marry me."
"You'll spend your whole life with me."
Yan Ceyan opened the car door, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for Yan Quan, and then reached out his hand. Sunlight fell on his white shirt, making Yan Quan's eyes a little dizzy.
Yan Ceyan's hands were large, but his fingertips trembled slightly.
"If you agree, then come with me."
[!!! Civil Affairs Bureau!!!]
Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! They're coming straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau?!
[Live-streamed marriage registration! This is definitely one of the most explosive endings in the history of dating reality shows!]
Oh no, he's been called "ex-husband" too many times, he's really starting to sound like "husband" now.
[A photocopy of my ID card! So that's what it's for! My ex-husband is awesome! (voice cracks)]
No wonder no one reminded me about my attire; they must have known beforehand that Yan Quan usually wears white shirts.
[Ahhh, I knew it! Shuangyan didn't have a bad ending! They skipped the dating phase and went straight to marriage!]
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The sounds of traffic on the street seemed to fade into the distance.
Yan Quan looked at Yan Ceyan's slightly sweaty palm and suddenly smiled.
Yan Quan clearly heard himself utter the name he had said a thousand times from his throat.
"Yan Ceyan".
Then... Yan Quan slowly placed his hand on the lines of Yan Ceyan's palm.
"Didn't I already agree?"
Her slightly longer hair covered the back of her neck, shimmering with a faint golden hue in the sunlight. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and Yan Quan's fox-like eyes curved into a smile—
Just like many years ago, on that summer when they first met.
"I was 18 at the time, not yet of legal age."
Yan Quan completely enveloped Yan Ceyan's slightly cool fingers, held them tightly, and then interlocked their fingers.
"I'll give you the marriage certificate now."
*
As soon as the two pushed open the heavy glass door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the cool air and a solemn atmosphere inside instantly enveloped them.
[They're in! They're in! They're really in!]
[Comment: I know this place well (doge emoji) I was here last year!]
[My ex-husband is holding on so tightly, is he afraid his wife will run away, hahaha!]
Oh dear, why call him "ex-husband" anymore? They're officially a newlywed couple now (laughs)!
[That's right, our Shuangyan is getting married for the first time, seriously (hands on hips, face)]
[It's her first time getting married, and Quanbao seems a little dazed; so cute!]
Upon seeing the hidden camera, the staff member at the entrance seemed to show a hint of curiosity and amusement, but remained highly professional. She pointed to the ticket dispenser next to her: "For marriage registration, please take a number over there and wait to be called."
The two quickly retrieved a small printed slip of paper – "B012". The marriage rate in the Republic has been declining in recent years, and the electronic voice soon called their number.
Yan Ceyan immediately stood up and pulled Yan Quan to the designated window.
"Hello, we'd like to register our marriage." Yan Ceyan's voice was lower than usual, and he spoke faster than usual.
The staff skillfully took the materials and began to review them one by one. They checked the authenticity of the ID cards, verified the information in the household registration booklets, and confirmed that the photocopies were clear and accurate.
Throughout the process, Yan Ceyan leaned slightly forward, his eyes closely following the staff's movements, as if afraid of any mishap.
"Please go to the filling area over there, fill in the information truthfully according to the example, and then sign in the declarant section," the staff member instructed.
The two walked to a writing table and filled out the forms according to the provided examples. Gender, nationality, date of birth, ID number, permanent residence... Yan Ceyan wrote each item with utmost care, his pen strokes powerful and almost penetrating the paper.
When he got to the "omega name" section, he paused, glancing up at the person beside him who was diligently writing with their head down.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft shadow on Yan Quan's thick eyelashes.
Yan Ceyan couldn't help but smile before solemnly writing "Yan Quan" in the "Spouse" column.
[Laughing so hard, you're secretly gloating again.]
Having a formal title makes all the difference.
He was so serious just now, like a foreman, but now he's finally grinning from ear to ear.
Finally, the two signed their names in the "Declarant" section:
Yan Ceyan and Yan Quan are a good match.
Finally, the contract of servitude was signed! (Just kidding!)
Ahhh, I'm so excited! It feels like I'm getting married!
Yan Ceyan, you should practice your handwriting more. Look how beautiful your wife's handwriting is!
[I noticed that her ex-husband writes Yan Quan's name better than he writes his own.]
〖99999, you all must take good care of yourselves〗
On the brown wooden oath-taking platform, the national emblem of the People's Republic of China hung high, exuding solemnity and reverence.
"We voluntarily become husband and wife..."
"We voluntarily become husband and wife..." Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan repeated in unison:
"From now on, whether in good times or bad, whether rich or poor, whether in health or sickness, whether young or old, we will stand together through thick and thin, sharing joys and sorrows..."
When Yan Ceyan read out "whether in health or sickness," he lightly touched Yan Quan's hand and gripped it tightly.
Yan Quan's knuckles trembled involuntarily...
[Waaaah, I'm swearing! My eyes are wet!]
This vow always feels sacred, no matter how many times I hear it.
[Ahhh, they really got married! A live-streamed wedding! My favorite couple has become a real couple! And they're legally married!]
[The pinnacle of romance variety shows! From now on, all romance variety shows should be built to this standard! Let's just jump straight to the marriage registry!]
[Aww, it's so sweet! Our Shuangyan!]
I'm going to sue all the marketing accounts that spread rumors that Shuangyan (the couple) is just acting. Who would risk their marriage certificate for acting?
[Ugh, it's already the finale?! Will there be any follow-up content? I want to see their sweet honeymoon period again!]
"I want to watch it too!! I'll pay extra to watch it on demand!"
*
When Yan Quan finally held that scalding red booklet bearing the national emblem in his hands, he was still somewhat dazed.
But what's even more bewildering is...
The recording of the program has officially ended. Yan Quan, now standing in Yan Ceyan's luxurious downtown penthouse "wedding home," finally belatedly realized—
He should already be married.
He Yan Ceyan.
And... there are some things that AOs can't escape.
It is called the legal obligation of married couples.
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