Tang Wan was astonished, "Today? It’s already past three, and we still have to go to my eldest brother’s house for dinner later. Don’t we have no ti left? The civil affairs office might be closing soon."
"We have ti!"
"Shouldn’t you tell grandma, and your uncles and aunts about it?"
"Hold on a mont!" Jiang Jinsang said as he pulled out his phone to call Jiang Zhenhuan.
Jiang Zhenhuan was in the middle of a eting at his company. Seeing the caller ID, he frowned slightly; Jiang Jinsang rarely initiated contact with him, and between father and son, both being n, there wasn’t much to talk about.
"Pause the eting for a second, I’m going to take a call outside." Thinking Jiang Jinsang had so important matter, he stepped out of the eting room and asked in a low voice, "Xiaowu?"
"Dad, Wanwan and I are going to get our marriage certificate," Jiang Jinsang said with the speakerphone turned on.
Tang Wan’s pupils dilated in surprise — so direct?
Jiang Zhenhuan was taken aback. As soone who usually showed no expression, even his speech lacked warmth, "Oh—"
"Do you have any objections?"
"No, if there’s nothing else, I need to get back to my eting."
"Then go ahead with your work."
The matter was so sudden that Jiang Zhenhuan thought it was a joke and didn’t take it to heart.
He then called Fan Mingyu, who was at the beauty salon getting a skin treatnt with several friends. Hearing this, she actually laughed, "Go for it, as long as the Tang Family agrees, I completely support it. I wish you two would get married and get that certificate right now."
Fan Mingyu didn’t take it seriously either, even joking that she wished they would provide her with a plump grandson the next day.
Tang Wan blinked her eyes. Just like that?
"I think grandma would be okay with it too," Jiang Jinsang said confidently. "What about grandpa and Uncle Tang? Do you want to give them a heads up?"
"No need." Tang Wan was concerned about Tang Yunxian, but he had agreed the night before.
Jiang Jinsang nodded, "Do you want to get dressed up a bit? We should hurry."
Tang Wan was sowhat confused, but there was a burst of excitent welling up inside her. On a whim and feeling unexpectedly exuberant, she quickly put on makeup, changed into an appropriate and stylish outfit, grabbed the household registration book, and followed him downstairs.
The old lady was sitting in the living room, wearing her glasses, and crocheting sothing with wool.
"Are you going out?" She knew they were supposed to go to Jiang Yanting’s place for dinner that night.
"What are you making?" Tang Wan leaned in for a look. The work was shapeless, so it was hard to tell what it was.
"The other day, Taotao ca over and ntioned that a child at the kindergarten had a bag made by her grandma, so I thought of making one for her too. Look, this pink color suits her," the old lady said with a smile, sizing up Tang Wan, "Wanwan, you look very pretty today."
"We’re preparing to get our marriage certificate," Jiang Jinsang suddenly spoke up.
The old lady chuckled, "Go ahead, if you two get married, nobody’s stopping you."
"Grandma, I’m serious, okay? I want to marry her — the kind of marriage that’s protected by law," Jiang Jinsang pressed further.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you lad? If you’re not serious about Wanwan, I won’t let it go! Besides her, who else do you plan to marry?"
Jiang Jinsang looked at Tang Wan, "You see, grandma agrees too."
...
They were to dine with Jiang Yanting today, and there might be so drinking involved. Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu had been following along the whole ti. They, too, assud the talk of getting a marriage certificate was a joke. Plus, when they left, it was nearly four o’clock; the civil affairs office was about to close.
They had not anticipated that, as soon as they got into the car, Jiang Jinsang would say bluntly, "To the civil affairs office."
"Boss..." Jiang Cuo looked confused, "Civil affairs office?"
"What about it?"
"Nothing."
They had just finished handling the transfer of property ownership, and now they were hurrying to get married?
What sort of speed was this? Even a rocket wouldn’t be this fast!
What spell had Xiaowu cast on her to act with such haste?
The idea of getting married and getting registered sotis relied on a mont of impulsive enthusiasm. Only upon arriving at the entrance of the civil affairs office did Tang Wan realize.
This was for real!
"Wanwan, you have half an hour to think it over," Jiang Jinsang glanced at her because in half an hour, the civil affairs office would close. Driven by a sudden impulse, if they missed today, there might be too much hesitation and it might not go so smoothly in the future.
"Let’s go." Having co this far, Tang Wan didn’t want to overthink it. Besides, she wouldn’t marry anyone but him, so getting the certificate seed trivial.
"Then let’s go in." Jiang Jinsang said, pulling her inside. Because it was near closing ti, there were hardly any people in the civil affairs office aside from the staff. Those deciding to get a certificate would definitely co early. People like them, pushing it to the last minute, were indeed rare...
Both of them had been on television before. The staff recognized them and looked sowhat astonished when they took the household registration books to check.
"You’re here for a marriage certificate, right?"
Jiang Jinsang nodded; he was actually feeling very nervous and restless inside...
This was also a first for him.
"Please fill out the forms first." The staff handed them the "Application for Marriage Registration," and everything proceeded according to protocol.
In the midst of it, Jiang Jinsang took a call from Jiang Yanting.
"Have you two left yet? About when will you arrive?" Shen Zhixian was already cooking, and he needed to ti their arrival so the food wouldn’t get cold and lose its taste.
"I’ve got sothing important to do, and will call you back later."
He hung up right after finishing.
Jiang Yanting was taken aback. What was going on with this kid?
What important thing did he have to do as soone who was recuperating at ho?
Tang Wan had already filled out the form and carefully checked it twice over, even the nas, fearful of a single error, before handing it back to the staff...
Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu stood by, expressionless as if they were chanical, both utterly baffled.
It all felt like a dream!
"Is this real, Jiang Jiu?"
Jiang Jiu grasped his arm tightly, the thumb pressing hard against a tendon, causing pain that nearly made him cry out, "Damn it, you—"
He was versed in grappling and knew the vital points; such a press was excruciating.
"It’s real; you’re not dreaming."
"You..."
He was still wearing sunglasses, his expression cold and numb.
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