This sentence seemed to drain all strength from Xu Cheng’an, pain twisting his entire being.
“How could that be?” Chen Jing felt wronged, forcefully pushing him away: “Is that how you see me?”
Xu Cheng’an, with his swollen eyes, came closer, grabbing her hand: “I’m just scared. Yan-jie, can you call uncle and auntie right now and tell them to stop talking nonsense?”
He was truly upset.
Chen Jing naturally agreed, but when she called, Shen’s mother answered and immediately hung up after hearing Shen Ran’s voice.
Chen Jing looked helplessly at Xu Cheng’an: “Now you see? My relationship with the Shen family is terrible. Even if they verbally agreed to some marriage, as long as I don’t agree, it means nothing.”
Where’s your household register?” Xu Chengan suddenly said. “Are you thinking of getting married again?” Chen Jing hesitated: “The household register is with me. If you really want to get married…” Xu Chengan stood up and walked directly to her bedroom, saying downstairs without explanation: “I’ll find it, I’m going to the civil affairs bureau right now.” “…It’s in the bedside drawer.” Chen Jing sighed almost imperceptibly. Go ahead, go ahead. Didn’t that electronic voice say that the plot’s direction depends entirely on her? So her getting a marriage certificate with Xu Chengan doesn’t really matter, right?
Chapter 9: Little Crybaby 9 Xu Chengan sat on the sofa, head tilted back. Shen Ran placed a towel on his eyes, glancing down at the two booklets he was tightly gripping in his hand, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you really that sure I’ll go to register with you?” Chen Jing estimated that he had probably been carrying this household register since the college reunion, hiding it carefully. Xu Chengan turned his head, kissing her hand, his voice tender and laughing: “If you don’t agree once, I’ll ask twice. If twice doesn’t work, I’ll ask three times, four times. As long as I don’t give up, after asking a few more times, you’ll eventually agree.” “And, you’ve already agreed to me, haven’t you?”
