Mu Ci stepped out of the civil affairs bureau, clutching the bright red marriage certificate in her hand, feeling as though she had just emerged from another lifetime—an unreal sensation.
This day felt like it had lasted a year.
No, it was even more eventful than a whole year.
Qin Yan waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you that happy?”
Happy? Hah, sure, happy.
Mu Ci walked past him expressionlessly and got into the car. The man chuckled softly behind her before following her inside.
Halfway through the drive, Mu Ci looked up from her phone and glanced at the road outside. “Where are we going? Aren’t you taking me home?”
“My home,” Qin Yan replied succinctly.
Mu Ci nearly choked on her own saliva. “Why are we going to your place?”
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow.
Mu Ci suddenly understood. They had visited her parents in the morning, so logically, they should also visit his parents.
The process made sense, but wasn’t the pace a bit too fast…?
“Mr. Qin… Qin Yan, I’m not ready to meet your parents yet. Can we go another day?”
Qin Yan remained silent, his slender, well-defined fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.
“No, what I mean is, we’ve only just met and don’t know each other well yet. What if I slip up in front of your parents?”
She didn’t have Qin Yan’s talent for spinning stories.
When it came to elders, even a single glance made her nervous.
Qin Yan seemed to be seriously considering her words.
After a moment of thought, he spoke slowly, “Alright, we’ll go whenever you’re ready.”
Mu Ci immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, the man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded again:
“In order for us to get to know each other quickly, you’ll move in with me today.”
Mu Ci: “…” Huh??
Qin Yan wasn’t joking. When he parked the car in front of the villa at Yulan Court, Mu Ci truly felt the overwhelming efficiency of the God of Wealth.
“I live alone, no outsiders. There’s only one housekeeper, an aunt who doesn’t live here but isn’t far away. You can call her over anytime if needed.”
Qin Yan opened the car door, one hand shielding the top of the doorframe while the other reached out to help her.
Mu Ci naturally placed her hand in his and followed him into the villa.
As the eldest daughter of the Mu family, who had been pampered since childhood, Mu Ci considered herself someone who had seen the world.
Yet even so, she was genuinely stunned by Qin Yan’s “obscenely extravagant” villa.
Top-tier luxury furniture, paintings on the walls worth tens of millions each, and even the rug at the kitchen entrance was a handmade piece costing hundreds of thousands…
Indeed, there was a difference between the God of Wealth and an ordinary businessman.
Mu Ci sat on the luxurious all-leather sofa, taking in her surroundings, her mind buzzing with thoughts.
Setting aside Qin Yan’s identity as Qin Qiqi’s uncle, his appearance, demeanor, and financial prowess were all top-tier.
Marrying him didn’t seem like a bad deal.
Qin Yan poured a glass of warm water and slid it across the coffee table, along with a black card embossed in gold.
“This card is for you. No need to go back for your things. Buy whatever you’re missing directly.”
Mu Ci picked up the card with her fingers, examining it, her red lips curling into a smile. “What kind of card is this? Can it handle my spending?”
Qin Yan chuckled lightly. “If you max it out, I’ll reward you with ten more.”
Extravagantly bold.
Tsk.
If anyone else said this, it would sound fake, but coming from the God of Wealth, it was undoubtedly true.
Mu Ci didn’t put on airs either—who would complain about having too much money? She accepted the card and sat up straight. “Qin Yan, can I ask you a question?”
The man across from her looked up. “Go ahead.”
“We only slept together once. Why did you insist on getting married?”
She thought carefully. Yesterday, when they met, he had immediately brought up marriage. It probably wasn’t because of the baby in her belly.
Hearing this, Qin Yan leaned back lazily, his eyes carrying a hint of playful mischief.
“Because the size fits.”
“…” Mu Ci didn’t understand. “What size?”
“The perfectly matched size.”
Mu Ci: “…”
Miss Mu understood. Her hands resting on her lap suddenly clenched into fists, and she gritted her teeth in secret.
Can’t hit him, can’t hit him.
Must not hit the God of Wealth.
He just gave me an unlimited black card—must not act impulsively.
“Hungry?”
Qin Yan noticed her hand pressed against her stomach and assumed she was hungry since it was mealtime.
Mu Ci: “…A little.”
“Mm,” the man stood up. “Any dietary restrictions or favorite flavors?”
Mu Ci had no mind to think about flavors. “Anything… sour and spicy.”
Sour and spicy?
Sour for a son, spicy for a daughter?
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
Mu Ci sat on the sofa for a while, feeling bored, so she got up and wandered around to look.
Wandering led her to the kitchen.
The man had taken off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing strong, well-defined forearm muscles.
A black armband was fastened around his arm, faintly outlining the powerful contours of his muscles.
Mu Ci stood at the kitchen door, watching him skillfully wash and chop vegetables, arranging them neatly on plates—reds and greens in perfect order.
The scene was pleasing to the eye.
“Enjoying the view?”
The man didn’t turn around, continuing his deft slicing.
Mu Ci wasn’t sure if he meant his cooking skills or himself, so she replied, “It’s alright.”
“Come closer.”
Qin Yan washed his hands, turned, walked up to Mu Ci, and lifted her up.
Before she could gasp, he pulled an apron and laid it on the countertop, gently setting her down on it, then placed his hands on either side of her.
Their eyes met at the same level.
…The distance was a bit too close.
Mu Ci pursed her lips and pushed against his firm chest with a finger. “Go cook, I’m hungry.”
“Greedy little cat, wait.”
Qin Yan smiled fondly and returned to the sink.
Mu Ci rested her hands on either side, her slender legs swinging idly.
She realized Qin Yan had chosen a perfect spot.
From here, she could clearly see the slight swell of his chest beneath his shirt and his lean, toned waist.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Dressed in such a restrained shirt, yet cooking in the kitchen.
The contrast… was utterly captivating.
No wonder so many people end up doing more than just cooking in the kitchen.
Qin Yan quickly prepared three dishes and a soup.
Mu Ci was somewhat surprised.
She had assumed that someone like Qin Yan, born with a silver spoon in his mouth—the God of Wealth—would only know how to make a few simple dishes at most.
But the dishes looked quite impressive.
“Did you study cooking abroad?”
Mu Ci bit the tip of her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on a plate of shrimp as she asked.
Qin Yan noticed her gaze, pulled the tomato shrimp dish closer, and began peeling a shrimp with his clean, slender fingers, casually replying, “Mm.”
“Really?”
Mu Ci had only asked casually, not expecting him to confirm it. Curious, she asked, “Why did you study cooking?”
“To cook for someone.” He focused on peeling the shrimp.
“…”
Miss Mu slowly formed two question marks above her head. “Who would need you to personally cook for them?”
Qin Yan pushed the bowl of peeled shrimp toward her, his lips curling into a meaningful smile.
It seemed the little girl had completely forgotten.