With the stamp pressed down, two red booklets were obtained.
Nan Sheng and Fu Moyan successfully registered their marriage at the civil affairs bureau, becoming an official couple.
An hour earlier, the two had reached an agreement for a contractual marriage at the hospital.
Nan Sheng had only two requirements.
First, a secret marriage registration; second, after marriage, he must accompany her to Australia to visit Chen Lei.
Fu Moyan had three demands.
First, no wedding ceremony would be held, and the fact of their marriage would not be publicly announced—meaning a hidden marriage.
Second, during the duration of the marriage, Nan Sheng must fulfill the duties of the Fu Matriarch, uphold the Fu family’s reputation, and bear a child for the Fu family.
Third, she must not disclose the contractual nature of their marriage to the Fu family members, nor overstep by interfering in any of Fu Moyan’s affairs, and she was forbidden from leveraging the Fu family’s reputation to throw her weight around…
In the third clause, Fu Moyan fully exhibited his merchant traits, packing numerous harsh demands into a single stipulation.
Nan Sheng read it without even furrowing her brows before signing.
After all, these terms were no trouble at all to her.
She had no intention of meddling in Fu Moyan’s affairs out of sheer boredom.
The car window was half-lowered, revealing Fu Moyan’s deep, indifferent eyes.
“Although we’ve registered our marriage, I will get to the bottom of what happened that night. Don’t think that just because you’re carrying my child, you can act recklessly.”
“I understand, and I’m also waiting for Second Master to uncover the truth and clear my name.” Nan Sheng smiled gently.
Her soft, graceful voice was like a drizzle in March, gently soothing one’s heart.
Fu Moyan, captivated by her voice, unconsciously let his gaze linger on Nan Sheng’s slender waist.
The double-breasted Cheongsam in a light shade of green accentuated Nan Sheng’s gentle and elegant demeanor, perfectly outlining her slender yet curvaceous figure.
That slim waist was like a tender willow in spring, so delicate and fragile it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand.
Fu Moyan couldn’t help but recall the sensation of gripping that slender waist that night.
It was soft, as if boneless.
With just a little more force, he could have snapped it.
Even more astonishing was that within such a slender waist, his child was growing!
Fu Moyan’s expression turned cold, his voice tinged with awkwardness and impatience: “Get in the car. It’s time for us to go to the old residence to meet everyone!”
Nan Sheng maintained her gentle smile, unhurriedly opened the car door, and took a seat in the back.
“Second Master, rest assured. For the duration of our marriage, I will be a Fu Matriarch who satisfies both elders.”
Hearing this, Fu Moyan immediately felt displeased.
So, in the end, this woman was after the status of the Fu Matriarch, and he… had no choice but to grant her wish!
“When I speak with the Old Master later, don’t make a sound on the side!”
Fu Moyan intended to use this opportunity to move out of the old residence, so he warned Nan Sheng in advance, afraid she might ruin his plans.
Unexpectedly, Nan Sheng asked softly, “Second Master wants to move out, doesn’t he?”
Fu Moyan, having his thoughts guessed—and by the very Nan Sheng he despised—replied irritably, “You’re quite clever, but it’s a pity you don’t use your intelligence properly, only scheming to climb up by manipulating men.”
Nan Sheng elegantly rolled her eyes, quickly resuming her official smile as she gently advised him, “Second Master, it’s better not to say such things in the future.”
Fu Moyan sneered, “What? Ashamed?”
“If you dared to do it, why fear others talking about it?”
Nan Sheng reminded him gently yet earnestly, “Second Master, if others hear about this, it won’t just be me who loses face.”The esteemed Second Master Fu of Shen City, calculating to go to bed—would that be honorable?”
Aren’t people more likely to think Second Master Fu is the one losing face?
Fu Moyan: “???”
“!!!”
In that instant, Fu Moyan found Nan Sheng utterly detestable—so much so that he wanted to immediately turn back to the civil affairs bureau and get their divorce certificate.
Nan Sheng seemed to read his mind. “Second Master, I forgot to remind you of something.”
Fu Moyan stared coldly at Nan Sheng through the rearview mirror, as if saying, I’m waiting for your explanation.
“There’s now a one-month cooling-off period for divorce. If you want to divorce me, you’ll need to discuss it with me a month in advance.”
Fu Moyan: “Stop the car!”
He was going to throw this vicious woman out!
Nan Sheng gently touched her stomach, her voice soft and delicate. “Second Master, how considerate of you. The car was moving too fast earlier, and my stomach felt a bit uncomfortable. If anything happens to the child, I’m afraid Old Madam would be heartbroken.”
Fu Moyan’s face darkened, comparable to the King of Hell himself.
The car fell into a chilling silence, thick with tension.
Only then did Nan Sheng leisurely continue what she had left unfinished.
“Second Master, what I actually meant to say earlier was—why don’t I be the one to suggest moving out? Old Madam dotes on her grandson, so she probably wouldn’t refuse me.”
A slap followed by a sweet date—even Second Master Fu had no choice but to swallow it quietly.
Most importantly, Nan Sheng maintained a gentle, soft-spoken, and reasonable demeanor from start to finish, leaving Fu Moyan with no outlet for his anger.
He wasn’t the type of man who enjoyed venting his temper on women.
Within seconds, Fu Moyan icily spat out two words: “Drive!”
In that moment, Nan Sheng felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
She didn’t care whether Fu Moyan misunderstood her.
Right now, she needed a husband, a marriage certificate… and the influence and connections of the Fu family.
Lin Mei hadn’t been wrong about one thing.
The Nan Family was indeed facing some troubles and needed the Fu family’s help.
The timing of this pregnancy was perfect. If Fu Moyan could be of use to her, she was willing to tolerate him.
After all, she truly needed the status of the Fu Matriarch.
…
When Old Master Fu and Old Mrs. Fu learned that the two had registered their marriage, they were so shocked they could hardly close their mouths.
They asked in unison: “Has our second son finally come to his senses?!”
Nan Sheng smiled faintly, stroking her abdomen. “Second Master is a man of strong responsibility. He doesn’t want our child’s origins to be subject to gossip.”
An out-of-wedlock pregnancy would cast a shadow over both Nan Sheng and the child if word got out.
With that single sentence, she instantly convinced the two elders.
It even drew a couple of sidelong glances from Fu Moyan.
Old Mrs. Fu automatically interpreted those looks as marital interaction, her heart blooming with joy.
“That’s exactly right! He’s finally showing some responsibility, thinking about his own child!”
Nan Sheng said softly, “Old Madam, I prefer quiet and enjoy watching the sea. Second Master bought me a villa by the shore, and we’d like to move there.”
Old Mrs. Fu was stunned.
Had her second grandson completely transformed in the short time she and the Old Master had been away?!
He even knew how to buy a house to please his wife!