Chapter 103 Marriage Registration
Xia Mian felt a chill on her body.
In early winter, the heating in the north has just started, and the temperature is not high enough. Summer sleep rubs her bare arms and curls up in a ball under the covers.
Where are his clothes? You can't sleep naked this season, where did his coral fleece pajamas go?
Wait a minute, why is he sleeping naked?!
Xia Mian opened her eyes with a "snap" and saw the familiar master bedroom of Longxi. Unlike the night before last, there were two pairs of men's slippers on the floor, one large and one small. One pair was simple in style, while the other pair was covered with thick ostrich feathers.
He realized something and stiffened his neck as he turned around.
Sure enough, there was a man lying next to me.
With his back to him, he had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a long neck. His back muscles were well-defined and taut. Even without seeing his face, you could tell from the aura that this man was definitely on the level of a super handsome guy.
So... how did Zhou Pingchuan end up sleeping with him?
Why wasn't he wearing clothes?
Xia Mian clutched his head in anguish, trying to recall the events. He vaguely remembered drinking fruit wine last night and refusing to let Ren Xiping come home. After that, he couldn't remember anything at all.
However, he could guess a little bit, and tentatively touched his buttocks.
It's okay, it doesn't hurt.
Zhou Pingchuan probably didn't do anything to him.
Xia Mian breathed a sigh of relief.
This scene was so awkward. Xia Mian wanted to sneak away, but she was afraid of waking Zhou Pingchuan. In this situation, whoever woke up first would be the one who felt awkward.
But he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply grabbed his phone, intending to play with it for a while and then close his eyes and pretend to be asleep when Zhou Pingchuan woke up.
Upon unlocking the screen, a picture suddenly appeared before Xia Mian's eyes, startling her.
...Damn, did he read erotica last night?
Zhou Pingchuan won't find out, right?
He's the kind of workaholic whose mind is always on his job; he probably wouldn't be interested in going through other people's phones.
Yeah, I definitely didn't see it.
Xia Mian comforted herself, opened WeChat, and found a ton of unread messages. There was a notification from Li Zi, noting the recording details for the final episode of "Little Days." There was a crying emoji from Zhang Yuno, lamenting that he was already taken and urging him to send invitations to his wedding. And there was a large red envelope from Rebecca.
Xia Mian replied to each of them, and the last one was Xu Ning, who sent three voice messages early in the morning.
I don't know if it's because of too much background noise, but when I try to convert Xia Mian's speech to text, I can't understand anything that comes out.
He had no choice but to play the audio recording, but before he could even put it to his ear, a roar came through the receiver:
"So you were lying to me when you said you were buying a suit for Dad. You were actually buying it for Jay Chou."
"Jay Chou is the father you're talking about! You liar, you big liar!"
aestivation:"……"
Damn it.
Damn it.
He clasped his hands together, and the believer offered to abstain from milk tea for ten days in exchange for Zhou Pingchuan's temporary deafness.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; the steady, shallow breathing behind me had stopped.
He immediately curled all ten toes, forced a smile, and turned around to greet, "Good morning. It's a beautiful sunny day."
Zhou Pingchuan didn't bother to expose him at all. He got out of bed and casually said, "Get up, wash up, and go get the marriage certificate."
Oh, I almost forgot, Aunt Cheng calculated that today is the date for getting the marriage certificate.
On the morning he was about to enter the "marriage grave," he inexplicably found himself naked, sleeping with a man. His soon-to-be-official "plastic husband" had, before becoming his husband, first become his father.
It is often said that the beginning of a woman's unhappiness is choosing to get married and have children.
The unfortunate beginning of his life was definitely the day he impulsively proposed to Zhou Pingchuan!
Xia Mian washed up with a long face, prepared her household registration book and ID card with a long face, forced a smile and accompanied Zhou Pingchuan to send Ren Xiping back to her residence, and then, with a long face, was driven to the Civil Affairs Bureau by Zhou Pingchuan.
Perhaps it's because young people are becoming more clear-headed and no longer bound by traditional ideas, but there were surprisingly few people at the Civil Affairs Bureau. After they went in, they didn't even need to take a number; they were first taken by staff to the front desk to have their documents copied, and then to the photo area.
"Marriage registration or divorce registration?" the staff member asked.
"Let's get married," Zhou Pingchuan said.
Did you bring your own registration photo?
"I didn't bring it."
"Okay, it'll cost ten yuan per photo on the spot, no retouching allowed. Tidy your clothes and hair, and stand on that red platform over there."
Zhou Pingchuan led Xia Mian to the stage. The reflector was turned on, the camera zoomed in, and a staff member glanced at the viewfinder: "Aren't you two registering your marriage? Stand closer and smile more happily and joyfully."
Xia Mian didn't feel like she could be cheerful, but not wanting to delay other people's work, she adopted the professionalism of an actress, approached Zhou Pingchuan, and smiled.
With a "click," the flash went off. The photo was printed immediately, and the staff kept exclaiming, "They're such a perfect match!"
Xia Mian received her first marriage registration photo. Against a bright red background, the two wore white shirts. Zhou Pingchuan was as composed as ever, his head slightly tilted towards her, and he smiled sweetly.
It inexplicably reminds me of the phrase: a match made in heaven.
After paying, the staff led them to the registration counter and had them fill out two forms, mainly containing basic information such as name, gender, and workplace, as well as some informational terms.
After filling out the required sections, the staff member pointed to the last line and said, "Read it aloud, I'll record it."
"I voluntarily register my marriage with... Mr. Zhou Pingchuan," Xia Mian read the large, bold characters as if she didn't recognize them, stuttering as she read, "and I am fully aware of all the above terms, hereby certifying."
After the two finished reading, the staff guided them to sign on the electronic panel.
After that, printing the marriage certificate, attaching the photos with glue, and stamping the seal were all done in one go.
"Congratulations." The staff member pushed two red certificates in front of them.
"...Is it all over?" Xia Mian asked incredulously.
"Yes, it's all done. I wish you a long and happy life together."
Xia Mian has many married friends. In their eyes, getting married seems very difficult. They have to outwit their parents-in-law, sign a prenuptial agreement with their partner, be constantly wary of whether their partner has bought them a large insurance policy, and have to queue up at the civil affairs bureau early in the morning.
From a superstitious perspective, getting married requires seizing auspicious opportunities; the more people involved, the better, and the earlier one gets married, the better. Therefore, powerful and influential people don't like to use connections and often suffer when it comes to getting their marriage certificates.
And his relationship with Zhou Pingchuan went so smoothly.
From the moment I entered until the process was completed, it didn't even take twenty minutes.
“Let’s go,” Zhou Pingchuan put the two red books into his pants pocket. “I have to go back to the company.”
"What's the rush?" Xia Mian thought to herself as she put away her ID card and walked out with Zhou Pingchuan.
As I passed the reception desk, a young couple was waiting to have their documents printed. They were holding hands; the man wore a plain band on his ring finger, while the woman wore a simple six-prong diamond ring with a center diamond of about 50 points. They looked especially beautiful against her fair and delicate fingers.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Pingchuan asked.
“…It’s nothing,” Xia Mian replied, looking away, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
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