“Is that a couples outfit?” Yin Huan had already spotted the white shirt placed beside him.
Moreover, he had already changed into it—the white shirt embroidered with a red “XH” on the chest.
The initials for Xun and Huan in pinyin.
In front of the letters was a red “double happiness” character.
“I misspoke earlier—this was prepared by my mom!” Bo Xun handed her the women’s shirt.
“I can’t change into it.”
“Why not?”
“What do you think?” Yin Huan asked him with a laugh.
Yin Huan was wearing a dress.
So she couldn’t change into the white shirt.
“Should we go back to change, or buy a pair of pants on the way?” Bo Xun sought Yin Huan’s opinion.
“I’m not changing. You wear it yourself.”
She had dressed up so beautifully today, and he wanted her to swap her outfit for some custom-made online couples shirt?
Hard pass.
“It’d look so lame if I wore it alone.” Bo Xun unfolded the women’s shirt. “Young Mistress, just wear it for a little while, just a little while!!”
“It’s too ugly.”
Ugly?
Bo Xun glanced at it—was his taste that bad?
It didn’t look ugly at all.
With their good looks and this white shirt, they would definitely be the most striking couple at the marriage registry.
“Sigh.” Bo Xun sighed. “Then how am I supposed to explain to Mom that in our wedding photo, I’m the only one wearing the shirt she embroidered herself?”
Yin Huan snatched the white shirt from him. “Bo Xun, playing pitiful doesn’t suit you.”
Whether it suited him or not didn’t matter—as long as Yin Huan fell for it.
They stopped at a mall and got out of the car.
Yin Huan quickly bought a pair of denim shorts and went into the restroom to change.
Bo Xun waited outside.
Waiting for his wife.
Happy.
Two girls came out of the women’s restroom and spotted Bo Xun leaning against the wall. “So handsome. What a hottie.”
“Should we ask for his contact info?”
“I don’t dare. A guy standing here alone—he’s probably waiting for his girlfriend, right?”
“His outfit makes it pretty obvious.”
“Haven’t you heard? Hot guys have hot friends. Even if he’s taken, he must have single friends! Let’s go for it!”
They whispered among themselves, but Bo Xun’s expression remained blank.
Why isn’t Huanhuan out yet!!
“Hey, handsome, can I add you on WeChat?” One of the girls pulled out her phone, smiling brightly at him.
Just then, Yin Huan emerged from behind them, wearing the white shirt and denim shorts, carrying a bag. She glanced at the scene and gave him a teasing smile.
“No.”
Bo Xun stepped past them and took Yin Huan’s hand.
“Well, well, Young Master Bo is quite the catch—even picking up admirers outside the women’s restroom.” Yin Huan handed him the bag she was holding.
He used to always nip her potential romances in the bud, throwing away love letters and lecturing her in a big-brother tone not to date too early, that boys were all jerks and scoundrels, and to stay away from men.
He seemed to forget he was a man too.
“So, Huanhuan, you better hold onto me tight.”
“(ˉ▽￣～) Pfft~~”
Yin Huan scoffed.
As long as Bo Xun didn’t cheat, she couldn’t care less.
Back in the car, Bo Xun showed her the hospital premarital checkup report, and they exchanged theirs.
Seeing the report reminded Yin Huan of Bo Xun’s sensual panting—how could she ever get that image out of her head?
Bo Xun was healthy, no issues there.
Yin Huan didn’t bother reading further.
They arrived at the marriage registry, where quite a few cars and people were gathered at the entrance.
Oh no.
Seems like a lot of people are getting registered today.
It’s Qixi Festival!
Bo Xun!
Bo Xun held Yin Huan’s hand as they entered. One side of the hall was so crowded that the queue extended outside. “This side has fewer people. Let’s go here.”
Having never been to the civil affairs bureau either, Yin Huan followed Bo Xun inside.
But they ended up at the divorce registration window.
They sheepishly walked back out.
Yin Huan shook off his hand, shook off his hand, shook off his hand, “Impressive!” We haven’t even gotten our marriage certificate yet, and you’re already trying to get a divorce certificate? Planning ahead, are you?”
“That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t realize,” Bo Xun lowered his head to meet her gaze. “Are you angry? Hit me then. I’ll let you punch me!”
He had never been to the civil affairs bureau either. He was too excited and didn’t think clearly in the moment.
He just saw that side had fewer people.
Who would have thought that on a day like today, there would be more people getting married than divorced.
“Young Mistress~”
Bo Xun offered his face to her, inviting her to hit him.
But Yin Huan wasn’t in the mood for that right now.
She pushed him away irritably, “Aren’t you going to get in line?”
“Time to use some privileges,” Bo Xun took out his phone and made a call.
Yin Huan didn’t stop him—she didn’t want to queue either.
There were too many people.
The person in charge of the civil affairs bureau quickly arrived, respectfully addressing them as “Young Master Bo” and “Miss Yin,” bowing slightly as he escorted them to complete the procedures.
After finishing the formalities, Bo Xun held the red marriage certificate, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile.
Yin Huan, on the other hand, took a photo and sent it to the Yin family group chat. Once the task was done, she turned to leave.
Bo Xun immediately followed her, eagerly changing his address, “Hey, wife, wait for me.”
The sun was blazing outside. They had left in a hurry without an umbrella, so Bo Xun used the marriage certificate to shield Yin Huan’s head from the sun.
When she didn’t respond, he continued teasingly, “Shielding my wife from the sun.”
When they reached the car, Bo Xun opened the door, “Wife, get in.”
Yin Huan watched as Bo Xun circled around the front of the car and quickly got in from the other side.
“Wife, wife—you keep saying ‘wife’ with every breath! Stop calling me that.”
Bo Xun waved the marriage certificate triumphantly, “I’m going to keep saying it! This certificate is issued by the state. Our marital relationship is protected by marriage law. You, Yin Huan, are my wife, Bo Xun’s wife!”
Seeing how pleased he looked, Yin Huan kicked him.
The heel of her high heels was thin, and it hurt quite a bit when it struck Bo Xun’s thigh.
“We just got the certificate, and you’re already abusing me? You’re the one who demanded that I never abuse you—when have I ever laid a hand on you!” Bo Xun held up the marriage certificate, “Now you’ve got the advantage. With this marriage certificate, no matter how much you bully me, it’ll just be considered a marital dispute.”
“So you’re saying the benefits of this marriage certificate are all mine?” Yin Huan chuckled lightly.
Bo Xun was acting shamelessly despite having gained the upper hand.
“Right! All the benefits are yours.” Bo Xun took her hand, “Come on, let’s take a photo and make it official!”
“I already sent one.”
“Huanhuan, you’re even more eager than I am!” Bo Xun smiled meaningfully, “All that talk about not liking me was just an act, wasn’t it?”
Yin Huan couldn’t be bothered to explain.
Bo Xun held her fair, slender hand. His heart had been racing excitedly since they received the marriage certificate at the civil affairs bureau and still hadn’t calmed down.
Their fingers interlaced, the red marriage certificate pressed beneath them as he snapped several photos.
He was satisfied with every single one.
He posted them on his social media and sent them to the Bo family group chat.
Now that they were married and had their marriage certificate, they had both joined each other’s family groups.
Yin Huan’s phone kept buzzing with notifications—people @-ing her and congratulating her on her marriage.
She just stared at it, but then the group started sending newlywed red packets.
She decisively withdrew her hand, happily pocketed the red envelope, and began typing furiously: Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Auntie.
“Uncle and Auntie” referred to Bo Xun’s parents.
Since the wedding ceremony hadn’t been held yet, she hadn’t formally changed how she addressed them.
Bo Xun’s hand felt empty. He opened their marriage certificate to look.
He and Yin Huan were truly a perfect match—a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a couple made in heaven, absolutely meant for each other!
Yin Huan was his wife now.
Unable to contain his restless heart any longer, Bo Xun leaned close to Yin Huan and whispered, “Wife, can I have a kiss to celebrate?”