“You won’t let me down? Remember what you said today.” Lu Jingchen’s voice carried a slight tremor.
Lines of Bullet Chat drifted past like snowflakes.
【Is the Pretender dropping the act? Character persona collapse—I’m worried if the plot can still be satisfying?】
【I’m a huge simp! As long as I get to see the big shot’s abs and v-line, that’s satisfaction enough for me.】
【The big shot is better than the male lead in every way, and he loves the female supporting character so much. I think the current direction is already satisfying.】
【This plot twist feels a bit abrupt. I’ve got my red wine and sunflower seeds ready—please, Pretender and female supporting character, start your performance.】
【Pretender, stop dawdling. Hurry up and take the female supporting character to get the marriage certificate, then bring her to the wedding venue to thoroughly humiliate the male lead.】
Lu Jingchen helped Ye Qianqian pick out a white long-sleeved gown, soft and smooth in texture.
The dress reached her ankles—not overly cumbersome yet still elegant. It fit her perfectly, hugging her curves without the slightest deviation.
The Bullet Chat said Lu Jingchen had a crush on her. Seeing the size of the clothes he prepared, she knew they weren’t lying.
She paired it with a sky-blue silk scarf, which could both cover the marks on her neck and add a touch of casual elegance and liveliness to the overall look.
Lu Jingchen’s breath hitched slightly as he heard Ye Qianqian ask with a smile, “Third Master, does this look good?”
Though his heart was pounding with awe, he feigned disdain and said, “What’s so good about it? It’s just fine.”
He never dared to dream she would marry him, yet life is always full of unpredictable variables.
So happy, so excited!
Afraid Ye Qianqian might stumble, Lu Jingchen scooped her up and carried her into the elevator, all the way down to the underground parking lot.
Gently placing her in the car, he tentatively suggested, “Your fiancé and your stepsister’s wedding has just begun. There’s still time to crash it.”
“Since they’re already holding the wedding, let’s go get our marriage certificate first, then go congratulate them.” Ye Qianqian’s voice was resolute.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and her heart ached uncontrollably—a dense, lingering pain rising within her.
Regardless of how deep her love was, she had pursued him for eight years—the eldest grandson of the Song family, Song Yuntao—the man she had almost married.
“Bai Lang, to the Civil Affairs Bureau.” Lu Jingchen’s voice was low and even, but Bai Lang detected a hint of excitement in his master’s tone.
“Yes, Third Master.” Bai Lang’s voice was enthusiastic. Had his master and Miss Ye achieved their happy ending without even cultivating it?
Bah!
Who said they hadn’t cultivated it? It was Third Master cultivating alone—ah! But maybe it wasn’t cultivation; it was a secret crush!
Lu Jingchen shot Bai Lang a warning glance, then closed his eyes to rest. What he was actually thinking, no one knew.
Seeing the Living Yama beside her with his eyes closed, Ye Qianqian took her first bold opportunity to study him.
He wore a custom-tailored black suit, as if blending into the black car seat.
His black shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, meticulously neat. His hair had also been styled, not a strand out of place.
He seemed like the ruler of this world, with everything under his control.
His posture was elegant, but his unnaturally clenched hands on his knees betrayed his lack of composure.
This surprised Ye Qianqian a little, and she couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Could the Living Yama be nervous?
In truth, Lu Jingchen wasn’t just nervous—he was mostly afraid, afraid that this was all a dream.
Last night, he had taken her against her will, fully aware of how she had wept and pleaded beneath him.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t control himself—it was because she had been sent to him by the one she deeply loved. Why should he let her go?
But he truly hadn’t expected it to be her first time.
It was said that she had shared a bed with Song Yuntao for the three years she cared for him, and Song Yuntao had already recovered for over half a year.
His earlier remark about helping her disrupt the wedding was merely a test. Now that she was his woman, how could he possibly let her go?
He was simply that kind of despicable person.
Since childhood, his father had taught him that whatever he desired, he must obtain.
Even if it meant resorting to unscrupulous means, there was never any reason to let go. His own mother had been seized by his father in just such a manner.
Yet he had been remarkably tolerant toward Ye Qianqian, allowing her to chase after another man for so many years.
This time, it was that fool who had discarded her and sent her to him willingly. Besides, she was the one who had first proposed getting their marriage certificate.
From now on, she would have to stay by his side for the rest of her life.
The driver focused on the road, while Bai Lang, sitting in the passenger seat, occasionally stole glances at the two in the back. Tsk, tsk, tsk… what a perfect match!
The world praised the eldest son of the Song family as exceptionally clever, but Bai Lang couldn’t say for sure whether he was truly smart.
What he did see clearly was how Song Yuntao, after receiving Ye Qianqian’s kindness, had cast her aside to marry someone else and even kicked her while she was down.
Such a person, no matter how clever, would eventually fall victim to their own cunning.
As for the fake heiress of the Ye family, she was short-sighted, petty, and scheming. Though beautiful, her conduct was far from honorable.
Bai Lang silently judged Ye Qianqian’s ex-fiancé and her adoptive sister, Ye Qingyan.
As for Ye Qianqian’s past of chasing after Song Yuntao, Bai Lang simply chose to overlook it.
Who hadn’t been young, reckless, and blind at some point? In any case, Miss Ye was about to get her marriage certificate with his master.
Those dark chapters were in the past. Now, Miss Ye was their esteemed lady.
Once Bai Lang made peace with this, he kept signaling the driver with his eyes to go faster, even faster.
Soon, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Bai Lang swiftly got out and opened the rear door. Lu Jingchen stepped out, bent down, and carried Ye Qianqian in his arms.
Nowadays, getting a marriage certificate required neither a household register nor a physical ID card—just the ID number was enough. This made things convenient for Ye Qianqian, who had brought nothing with her.
From taking the photo to stamping the official seal, it took less than half an hour before Lu Jingchen and Ye Qianqian each held a red marriage certificate.
As they left the Civil Affairs Bureau, Lu Jingchen snatched the red booklet from Ye Qianqian’s hands. “Bai Lang, lock our marriage certificates in the safe.”
“Yes, Third Master. Take care, Madam,” Bai Lang said, bowing as he opened the car door. Though he wanted to go along and watch the excitement, he didn’t dare say so.
He loudly instructed the driver, “Take Third Master and Madam to the Marriott Hotel. Drive carefully and stay safe on the road.”
“Thank you, Assistant Bai,” the handsome driver replied politely, though his eyes shot daggers at Bai Lang: You just want me to drive slowly, don’t you? Do I look that stupid?
Ye Qianqian was reading the Bullet Chat:
【Oh my! The plot has changed—the female supporting character just got a flash marriage with the big shot?】
【The female supporting character loves the male lead so much. Even with a marriage certificate, the plot won’t change. If the male lead just beckons, she’ll obey like a dog.】
【Wow! Our female lead is about to exchange rings with the male lead. The emcee is inviting both sets of parents to the stage for a close-up witness.】
Lu Jingchen observed the expressions of Bai Lang and the other person, then cheerfully instructed, “Stop dawdling; we’re in a hurry to attend the Song and Ye families’ wedding celebration.”
“Am I really that pathetic?” Ye Qianqian was retorting to the Bullet Chat, but Lu Jingchen misunderstood, “Madam doesn’t want to go?”