Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Lu Jinnian glanced at Qiao Anhao, who was lying in bed. After that, she might fall asleep, thus depriving him of his ‘nightly activity’. By the time Su Zhinian answered, he had hung up already. Listening to the dial tone on his phone, Su Zhinian cursed his friend before finding another person to call.
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When the phone rang, Sheng Shi was in the middle of helping Gu Lansan bath the two children. He waved at the nearby maid to get her to replace him. Then he grabbed the towel to dry his hands and walked out of the bathroom to take the call. “Yes?”
“If I’m not mistaken, you have family members working with the government, right? Can you help me get a marriage certificate as soon as possible?” After that, Su Zhinian did not forget to make use of the opportunity to slander Lu Jinnian. “I just called Lu Jinnian. He said, since he doesn’t own a civil affairs bureau, he can’t help me…”
Before Sheng Shi answered the call, he had grabbed a glass of water to sip at it. When Su Zhinian named his demand, the water burst out of Sheng Shi’s lips.
As he dabbed at the water stains on his clothes, he explained patiently to Su Zhinian on the phone, “CEO Su, I’ve heard of people helping others apply for a VISA, passport, and even housing certificate, but this is the first time I’ve heard of someone asking for help to get a marriage certificate.”
At this point, he couldn’t help but throw in a verbal jab at Su Zhinian. “I cannot help but wonder, are you seriously that clueless, or is this a gloating call to say that you’ve finally escaped the singles’ ranks? Seriously though, do you happen to have nine dollars? Do you happen to know where the civil affairs bureau is? If the answer to both questions is yes, please take your new bride…”
Before Sheng Shi finished, it finally dawned on Su Zhinian. He did know about the procedure; it had just left his mind due to his excitement.
“Thank you, but you can stop now because I just remembered it,” Su Zhinian said to interrupt Sheng Shi before hanging up.
As Su Zhinian’s car sped across the city, he had a hard time suppressing the joy in his heart. He decided to share the news with Tang Shi, whom he often played mah-jongg with. Su Zhinian’s text said, “I’m getting married and becoming a father soon.”
Tang Shi glanced at the three babies arranged in a neat row in the crib and replied, “And I have triplets.”
Has joy lowered my IQ? Why would I call others to ask about things that I already know and gloat to a married man?
Su Zhinian didn’t reply to Tang Shi, but it didn’t mean that his IQ had returned to his usual level because he then sent a gloating message to the single Tang Nuo instead.
“I’m getting married soon; guess who the bride is.”
Almost the next second the message was sent, Tang Nuo replied, “Song Qingchun.”
This is no fun; how can he get it right with just one guess?] Su Zhinian tossed his phone on the passenger seat as he turned the steering wheel to steer his car into City Clubhouse’s underground parking lot. After he parked the car, Su Zhinian couldn’t help but laugh.
Then again, it was no surprise that Tang Nuo got it right. As he has said earlier, the only woman who has ever been able to wander into my life and stay there is Qingchun. Furthermore, I once told Tang Nuo that if I was unable to marry Song Qingchun, he was not going to marry.
Su Zhinian slammed the car door shut and rushed into the elevator.
Inside the room, Song Qingchun held a glass of milk in her hands, sipping on it slowly.
