Chapter 8
The Minamino family's black sedan was parked in a parking space next to the city hall.
Sakura Hoshino turned her head to look out the window, her blue eyes flashing slightly. She reached out and gently tidied her blonde hair. Today she was wearing a light pink knitted dress. The fitted fabric outlined her slender yet curvaceous figure. Her one-month pregnant belly was not yet very noticeable, but her chest was already more "firm and full" than usual due to internal changes.
"Are we really... going to do it?" she asked softly.
“Mm.” Minamino Shuichi parked the car, turned to look at her, his green eyes gentle yet firm. “I’ll take you home with my surname.”
"I'm still considering whether or not you should take responsibility." Sakura bit her lip and turned her head away stubbornly.
"Then why are you dressed so nicely today? Are you planning to seduce the household registration staff?"
"I just like to dress nicely—mind your own business."
"Of course I'll care," Xiuyi said with a smile. "You're my wife, I'll get jealous if you dress too nicely."
The two entered the city hall one after the other.
The saleswoman's eyes lit up when she saw the blonde beauty and the red-haired handsome man, thinking that reality was indeed more exaggerated than TV dramas.
After they finished filling out the forms, while waiting for them to be signed and stamped, Hoshino Sakura was a little tired, so she leaned against Minamino Shuichi.
She was a head shorter than him, sitting right at his chest. One hand naturally wrapped around his waist, while the other hand accidentally—unintentionally—gently pulled his hand over and placed it on her chest.
"Hmm... hold on tight, I can't stand steadily." Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spoiled kitten.
Nanno Shuichi looked down, about to ask, "Are you alright?", when the sensation from his palm made him freeze.
It was a soft yet scalding temperature, a full, firm, and tactile sensation that couldn't be ignored even through the knitwear, as if it instantly burned all his reason to ashes.
His tall figure froze on the spot, his mind going blank for a moment.
"..."
"..."
He looked down, staring blankly at the hand still pressed against her chest, then looked up again—
I saw the slight bulge at the base of her fair chest, the tight fabric stretching into a beautiful curve, trembling gently with her breath...
That's so unfair.
His Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, his ears turned red, but his face remained still.
But his eyes had already entered a truly "dangerous fever mode".
"...Your...are you...getting bigger again recently...?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
Sakura was startled. She looked up and found him staring intently at her chest with his green eyes.
She immediately realized what was happening, chuckled, and revealed a charming smile with a hint of mischief.
She reached out and gently lifted Minamino Shuichi's handsome face, cupping his chin with her five fingers, making him look at her.
"Is it pretty?" she asked in a soft voice, her tone full of flirtatious teasing.
"What did you say?" His throat tightened, and he struggled to look back at her face.
“I said…” She deliberately straightened her chest, moved closer, and gave me a seductive look, “Were you staring at me like that just now?”
“You did it on purpose,” he said in a low voice.
"It's your own fault for not letting go; I was just using you to support me." She raised an eyebrow. "What, you have a problem with that?"
“I do.” Minamino Shuichi wrapped his arms around her slender waist and whispered in her ear, “I want to go home and pin you down on the sofa.”
"If you dare kiss me now, I'll run away from the wedding." Sakura's lips curled up.
"Give it a try," he chuckled. "I'll just carry you to the hotel right there and we'll get our marriage certificate then."
"Rogue fox."
"Exclusively for my wife."
A staff member poked their head out from the other end of the window: "Newlyweds, you can come over and sign here!"
"You're here." Sakura said lightly, pulling Minamino Shuichi's hand. She turned back and glared at him, saying, "Everyone saw your look just now. Don't embarrass yourself."
"I'm just..." Shuichi said matter-of-factly, "proud of my future wife's figure."
"...Could you please not talk about it so lewdly?"
“I’ll try,” he chuckled softly, “but you have to let me keep watching.”
"Next time I'll let you touch me." She blushed immediately after saying that and fled to the counter.
As Minamino Shuichi watched her retreating figure, a slight smile played on his lips, and he thought to himself:
She finally said "next time".
In other words, they have already entered the "legal process" stage.
He looked at the marriage certificate application form on the table and silently signed his name.
I feel completely at peace.
—From this day forward, she is his wife.
His one and only one—Hoshino Sakura.
The gentle night light bathed the spacious living room of the Minamino family villa, and the orange lamplight reflected on the glass windows, casting a peaceful glow.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Sakura was respectfully welcomed into the house by the butler, and the maids had already prepared slippers and warm water. The moment she took off her high heels, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. With a twitch of her toes, her slender ankles, reflecting the shimmering light of the floor tiles, looked exceptionally graceful.
“Welcome home, madam.” The older maid greeted her with a gentle smile.
Sakura wasn't quite used to the title "Madam" yet. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded gently, "Yes... I'm back."
Nanno Shuichi smiled and took the bag from her hand, his long fingers casually hooking her palm in a natural yet ambiguous gesture. He glanced at her tenderly and whispered to the maid, "For dinner tonight, prepare some of her favorite dishes, plus a grilled fish as the main course."
"Understood, Young Master Nanye."
“And—” He paused, his gaze falling on her slightly disheveled long blonde hair, “prepare Madam’s pajamas and skincare products for the evening. She might go to bed a little later than usual tonight.”
Sakura's cheeks flushed as she listened, and she gently kicked him, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about..."
"Am I expecting too much?" Minamino Shuichi feigned an innocent expression, smiled slightly, then gently pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "You are my wife now, so of course I will take good care of you."
His voice was gentle yet firm, his deep tone resembling the oath he swore when he signed the household registration documents: "—From this day forward, you are my wife, Minamino Shuichi's wife."
Back in the master bedroom, Sakura changed out of the red dress she had worn outside and put on a silk loungewear set. She sat cross-legged on the bed, holding in her hands—not a pillow, but… the household registration booklet she had just picked up from the ward office.
She looked at the page that officially stated her name as "Spouse: Minamino Shuichi," and then at the wedding ring on her hand engraved with their initials, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Haha...you really got married..."
She shook the ring on her finger, as if still trying to make sure this wasn't a dream.
The door to the room was gently pushed open, and Nan Ye Xiuyi walked in with a small plate of fruit in his hand. Seeing her curled up on the bed, hugging her household registration book and staring blankly, he couldn't help but chuckle: "You don't actually use your household registration book as a pillow to sleep, do you?"
"Hmph, no way." Sakura blushed and hugged it tighter. "I was just thinking... I never thought I would get married before, let alone marry you."
"And now?"
“Now…” she turned her head, her face beaming with a smile, “Now I think, it’s not so bad after all.”
Minamino Shuichi gently sat down beside her and fed her fruit: "Really? Then do you want to tell me what's 'good' about it?"
“…Well—” Sakura mumbled between bites of fruit, “You can cook, you spoil me, and you’re good-looking—most importantly, today at the ward office, I saw the clerk in charge of registration stealing glances at you several times!”
Nanno Hideichi raised an eyebrow and put his arm around her waist: "Are you jealous?"
"Hmph, I didn't!" she stubbornly shook him off, but he pulled her into his arms.
“You do,” he chuckled, “you were just now holding my left arm and glaring at that lady.”
“That’s my hand!” she cried.
"Yes, that's my wife too."
He whispered softly in her ear, his voice seemingly piercing the night, carrying a heart-stirring tenderness.
The aroma of fish dishes wafted from the kitchen; the maids were carefully preparing grilled cod with soy sauce, a sashimi platter, and miso fish soup as instructed. The chef of the Minamino family already knew that the new lady preferred the light and refreshing taste of seafood, so dinner was prepared with extra care.
As Sakura was carried downstairs, the entire villa was filled with a warm fragrance. She leaned her head on Shuichi's shoulder and murmured, "This villa, from now on, will be our home?"
“Yes.” Minamino Shuichi lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. “Not only the villa, but I am yours too.”
Sakura smiled and said, "Then I'll reluctantly accept it."
"...You must not force yourself; you must be willing to stay with me for the rest of your life."
She winked and smiled mischievously: "That depends on whether your dinner satisfies me."
"Take a bite yourself, and you'll know you can't escape it in this lifetime."
At the dinner table, amidst the exquisite silver cutlery and the flickering candlelight, Sakura picked up a piece of fish, chewed it gently, then looked up, a smear of sauce on her lips, and smiled brightly.
"I declare—I can't escape."
Nanno Shuichi looked at her, his eyes filled with a deep tenderness, reached out to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and whispered:
"Very well, then please... never run away."
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