Civil Affairs Bureau:
Because the old man had arranged everything in advance, Mu Wan and Qin Mu’s marriage registration process went very smoothly.
In just over half an hour, the two had already received their marriage certificate.
As Mu Wan walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau’s doors, her hands now contained not just her ID card and household registration book... but also a bright red marriage certificate.
Festive indeed...
But... when they were registering, neither she nor Qin Mu had any trace of a smile on their faces. She even heard the staff muttering under their breath.
"Tomorrow morning at 9, the old man has arranged for a wedding photo shoot. Where are you staying right now? I’ll send soone to pick you up tomorrow morning..."
Qin Mu’s face was expressionless, looking at Mu Wan as though she were a complete stranger. His handso face carried nothing but aloof detachnt.
Mu Wan: "..."
Mu Wan pulled the corners of her lips into a faint smile and replied flatly, "Mm, I’m currently staying at school..."
"Alright."
Qin Mu narrowed his dark eyes and looked at the unruffled woman in front of him. His long, narrow black eyes squinted slightly again.
"Mu Wan, the way you’re acting doesn’t seem like you’re living your dream—it feels more like I’ve coerced and threatened you into this."
Mu Wan: "..."
How could Mu Wan possibly articulate... that her emotions at this mont were utterly complicated?
There was a faint sense of wish fulfillnt... even a fragnt of... a dream co true...
But most of all, there was deep anxiety about the days to co.
Qin Mu’s words were clearly sarcastic. Mu Wan cast a light glance at the man in front of her, her small hands tightening slightly.
"I have other things to do. I’ll leave now; see you tomorrow."
With that, Mu Wan headed straight toward the bus stop visible in the distance.
Qin Mu slightly narrowed his black eyes, watching the woman’s retreating figure, his thin lips curving faintly.
This woman... he actually felt a strange sense of not being able to fully grasp what she was thinking.
Yesterday, the entire Yuncheng City was blanketed in snow, gleaming white. The woman, strolling through the snowy landscape in her pure white down jacket, seed almost... serene.
Qin Mu’s lips curved in subtle mockery. He supposed he had far too much idle ti.
Otherwise... how would he end up paying attention to this woman?
Mrs. Qin... Mu Wan.
Interesting...
Qin Mu, dismissive and nonchalant, tossed the marriage certificate into the car and slid into the driver’s seat, driving off with no hesitation.
The temperature in Yuncheng City had plumted following the heavy snowfall on New Year’s Day.
Since... this woman wasn’t afraid of the cold... why should he bother to waste his ti giving her a lift?
...
Mu Wan returned to school briefly to tidy up, fine-tuning her sketch from the previous day, and then packed up to head back to Mu Qingqiu’s art studio.
Mu Qingqiu’s studio was located in a modest residential complex, spread over two floors. The ground floor was used by Mu Qingqiu for teaching.
The upper floor... served as the living quarters for the mother and daughter on ordinary days.
Although Mu Qingqiu took on many students, the tuition fees she charged weren’t particularly high... So the inco from the studio and lessons only barely covered the living expenses of the mother and daughter, and even then it wasn’t sufficient.
Especially... that Wu Kun’s legal wife, Wang Xue... who, like a shrew, would co here to make a scene every few days. In recent years, it had beco harder and harder to enroll new students.
On New Year’s Day, there were no students attending class, so Mu Qingqiu had prepared a lavish table filled with dishes. When she saw Mu Wan walking distractedly into the studio, she greeted her, "Xiaowan, you’re back! Co eat; I’ve got everything ready. Look at your face—it’s frozen red!"
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