After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

The two rushed in before the Civil Affairs Bureau got off work.

The little girl behind the counter was packing materials when she heard footsteps without raising her head.

"It's ten minutes before get off work. I don't have time to fill out the form. Come back tomorrow."

Qi Jinran went straight to the counter.

The little girl caught a glimpse of the man approaching in the corner of her light, raised her head impatiently, and was stunned when she saw Qi Jinran's handsome face.

"Ten minutes is enough, we fill out the form quickly."

The man's voice was low and pleasant.

Wen Yuan stuck his face out from behind Qi Jinran and said embarrassedly, "Please, I'm really sorry."

Looking at these two handsome guys, the little girl lost her temper.

"Okay, go ahead, fill out the form first, and prepare the account book and ID card."

Because they are all in a hurry to get off work, the efficiency of the staff has become extraordinarily high.

As soon as the form was filled out, Qi Jinran and Wen Yuan went to the room to take pictures. They were all wearing formal dresses today, which was unexpectedly appropriate for a wedding photo with a red background.

The photographer didn't even bother to edit the picture, so he adjusted the light and uploaded the picture to the system.

bang.

The bright red stencil was covered, and the red marriage certificate was handed to them.

The little girl smiled.

"I hope the two gentlemen will get along well for a hundred years."

Wen Yuan held the marriage certificate, as if he was still dreaming, with a dazed expression on his face.

Qi Jinran was much calmer than him. He took back the household registration book with a calm expression, put it in his coat pocket, opened the marriage certificate in his hand and glanced at it.

In the photo, the shoulders of the two are close together, which is indescribably intimate.

Finally, this person belongs to him. No one can covet anymore.

He smiled involuntarily.

Wen Yuan did not capture that short-lived smile. When he looked at Qi Jinran, the latter had returned to his usual calm expression.

"Jin Ran...that..."

From the moment he got in the car, Wen Yuan had a bunch of things he wanted to say in his heart. He didn't even know where to start.

"What do you want to ask?" Qi Jinran looked at him.

He probably guessed what Wen Yuan was struggling with.

"Why are you suddenly... wanting to get a certificate from me today?"

Wen Yuan couldn't help but think of Zhou Yunqing. Could it be that his appearance stimulated Qi Jinran somewhere?

"Anyway, we are all going to get married. Does it matter if we get the certificate early and late?" Qi Jinran's tone was calm.

"so."

Wen Yuan found out that he might be being affectionate, but Qi Jinran hadn't explained the kiss on the corridor just now. Do you want to ask yourself?

Glancing at Qi Jinran's face secretly, his eyes fell on his pale red lips, and Wen Yuan remembered the moment that made his knees go weak.

He had always thought that Qi Jinran should be the flower of the high mountain of abstinence and restraint, and had nothing to do with desire/desire, but at that moment, he clearly felt the possessive and predatory desires of men hidden under the surface of abstinence.

Qi Jinran, will he care a little bit about him?

Wen Yuan looked at the spread out marriage certificate, rubbed his fingers against the photo of the two above, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

There should be, otherwise, he wouldn't be so close to himself...

Back at Shuixieju, it was already dark.

Hearing that Qi Jinran and Wen Yuan went to get their marriage certificate, Xue Rong was happier than anyone else. She pulled the housekeeper to help, cooked a large table of dishes, and placed candlesticks and flowers on the table.

Wen Yuan walked in and saw the warm and romantic dining table, and couldn't help sighing "wow".

"Master, you and Xiao Wen eat slowly, and I'll go home and rest first."

Xue Rong wiped her hands on her apron and left the space to the owner of the house with a smile.

"And red wine." Wen Yuan sat down at the table, picked up the aged Bordeaux red wine in the ice bucket, looked at the color under the light, and said with emotion: "The color is so beautiful."

"waste."

Qi Jinran frowned slightly and sat down at the dining table.

"Can you taste wine?" He looked at the boy opposite.

"It's okay, many desserts are better with wine, so I have some knowledge about winemaking."

Wen Yuan pried open the cork in the glass bottle and was about to pour Qi Jinran wine when he suddenly remembered something.

"Your legs... can you drink?"

Qi Jinran sneered: "I didn't have a car accident yesterday, what are you afraid of?"

"right."

Wen Yuan smiled awkwardly and helped him pour the wine.

"You eat it yourself, don't mind me."

"Um."

Pouring red wine into his goblet, Wen Yuan returned to his seat and started eating.

In the beating candlelight, Qi Jinran's handsome face seemed to be a little softer than before. Wen Yuan held the glass and took a deep breath before looking at Qi Jinran.

"Jin Ran, do we want... a toast?"

Qi Jinran wiped her mouth with a napkin and looked at him with her quiet black eyes.

Just when Wen Yuan thought he was going to reject him, the man raised his jaw slightly and picked up the wine glass with his slender fingers.

Wen Yuan was overjoyed and hurriedly touched a glass with him.

"Happy wedding to us!"

After speaking, he suddenly realized that the two were a business marriage, and this kind of toasting language seemed inappropriate. After thinking about it for a while, he changed his mind and said, "I made a mistake just now. Isn't this the Spring Festival coming soon. I wish you a Happy Spring Festival in advance! Work is going well! All the best!"

Qi Jinran:  …

With a complicated expression, he finished drinking the wine in his glass.

Back in the room, Wen Yuan was already slightly drunk. He took out the marriage certificate from his coat, touched it preciously, and opened the drawer of the bedside table to put it in. However, he did not know what to see, but his eyes narrowed.

In the drawer, lay a prenuptial agreement in black on a white background.

They got the certificate today, which means that the countdown to the one-year wedding has begun.

Wen Yuan's wine woke up instantly, his face stiffened, and a guess suddenly crossed his mind.

Is Qi Jinran rushing to get a certificate from him because he is eager to end this unsatisfactory marriage?

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Yuan's chest felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, causing a dull pain.

Putting the marriage certificate in the depths of the closet, Wen Yuan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep at all. Thinking of the bottle of red wine left in the restaurant, Wen Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed.

He knew that Qi Jinran usually worked in the study, so he quietly ran to the restaurant and took the bottle of red wine back to his room.

Wen Yuan drank the rest of the red wine with a melancholy expression, but still couldn't fall asleep.

He threw the empty wine bottle aside, lay on the pillow at the head of the bed, and called Ji Hong.

Ji Hong was soaking his feet in the dormitory. When the phone in his pocket rang, his hand shook and he almost threw the phone into the water.

"Ji Hong..."

Wen Yuan didn't seem too happy, his tone was muffled and nasal.

"I seem...really...in love with Qi Jinran..."

Ji Hong was not surprised at all, showing a proud expression of "brother is just as expected".

"Look, I said you liked him earlier. In fact, I've noticed the signs since that barbecue, when—"

"Ji Hong, there is one more thing... hiccup, I want to tell you."

"What's the matter, you say?"

"Qi Jinran and I got the certificate today."

Ji Hong stood up abruptly, and the water in the footbath splashed all over the floor.

"Get a certificate? A marriage certificate? Are you married?!"

"Um."

"Then why do you sound so unhappy? You like him, and now you have obtained a certificate from him, what's not to be satisfied with?" Ji Hong was puzzled.

"You...don't know anything..."

Wen Yuan had a bunch of words in his chest, but he couldn't tell Ji Hong in detail, so he simply hung up.

Has anyone ever seen a husband who has just received a marriage certificate still sleeping in separate rooms at night?

They are not as good as their roommates!

Wen Yuan felt unwilling and aggrieved in his heart. Driven by alcoholism, he wore pajamas and went to the study on the second floor.