Ch.3 Getting Married (Registering the Marriage)

Chapter 3

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe's stunningly handsome, almost bewitching face, and replied, "Mr. Qin, you possess such extraordinary elegance. If we had met before, I'm certain I would have remembered it vividly."

Qin Yuhe felt the same way.

Song Xinya's face was radiant and striking, with fox-like eyes that slanted upwards at the outer corners, captivating and soul-stealing. Her every gesture exuded charm, a beauty so arresting it could command everyone's attention instantly.

She was utterly unforgettable.

Beyond her looks, her figure was equally distinctive—tall and slender.

Her waist was delicate, seemingly small enough to be encircled by one hand.

Yet, the curves in all the right places were ample.

A woman with such strong personal style and allure—if Qin Yuhe had seen her before, he would have remembered.

Yet, for some reason, the moment he saw her, a powerful sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Song Xinya was held under his unwavering gaze. His attention felt tangible, like flickering flames, and she felt her cheeks grow warm.

To break the rising temperature, she asked, "What are your usual hobbies, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yuhe: "Making money."

Song Xinya: "?"

Then, she pursed her lips into a smile. "I enjoy making money too."

Qin Yuhe: "I relish the busyness of work occupying all my time, and the sense of achievement from earning money."

Song Xinya: "So do I."

Qin Yuhe: "Besides liking to make money, I also enjoy spending it on others."

Song Xinya's eyes lifted slightly at the corners, catching the subtle hook hidden in his words.

Qin Yuhe's deep, dark eyes gazed at her as he continued, "If you marry me, I will give you a 1,200-square-meter detached villa in the city's prime location, provide you with a Porsche in Ice Mango Pink for your daily use, and hire a housekeeper so you won't need to do any chores. Additionally, I will give you a monthly allowance of two hundred thousand yuan."

In the animal kingdom, males attract females by singing, displaying plumage, performing chest-shaking dances, or baring their hindquarters.

Indeed, Qin Yuhe was engaging in a similar display.

He was showcasing his financial prowess.

If he wanted a woman to marry him, he certainly couldn't let her suffer hardships with him.

And given his capabilities, he could more than provide a life of material comfort.

Of course, he had his own requirements.

From a certain perspective, his demands weren't something every woman could accept.

Since he was here on a blind date, Qin Yuhe came with the purpose of marriage.

Marriage meant two people living together. Over time, all true natures would be revealed. He disliked deceiving women, nor did he like showering a woman with fiery passion before marriage only to neglect her afterwards. He preferred laying everything out clearly from the start, respecting the other party and giving them the right to choose.

Qin Yuhe stated candidly, "My work keeps me extremely busy, often requiring business trips and travel abroad. I won't have much time to devote to a partner. My ideal marriage is one of mutual respect and non-interference. Can you accept that, Miss Song?"

Song Xinya silently thought two words in her heart: low-maintenance.

Some people feel anxious if they don't receive a message from the other person within five minutes; others think it's fine to reply the next day.

Wanting the other person to respond to everything, finding reassurance in a flood of messages, enjoying when the other person exposes their emotional needs to you, hoping they'll proactively explain why if they haven't replied—there's nothing wrong with having such high emotional needs. There's no need to feel ashamed or try to overcome them.

The best way to solve the problem is: find someone with similarly high needs. That way, no one gets tired, and everyone finds it easier to feel happy.

High-needs people should find high-needs partners; low-maintenance people should find low-maintenance partners.

Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe and said, "Mr. Qin, that is also my ideal marriage."

Having been immersed in upper-class circles since childhood, she was well aware of those unwritten yet universally understood rules within wealthy marriages. She proactively asked, "Will we need to sign a prenuptial agreement?"

Qin Yuhe: "Yes."

Song Xinya wasn't opposed to signing a prenup. Money someone else earned through their own efforts before marriage, which she had no part in and provided no help for—if they chose to share it, that was kindness; if not, that was their right.

Right now, this was her first meeting with Qin Yuhe; there wasn't much 'kindness' between them yet.

Moreover, with a family background like the Qins, wealth isn't calculated in units of ten thousand, but in units of a hundred million. A legacy built through generations of painstaking effort is naturally something to be held tightly.

Putting herself in his shoes, if she possessed substantial wealth before marriage, she would certainly insist on a prenuptial agreement too.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Miss Song, is this condition acceptable to you?"

Song Xinya smiled faintly. "Why wouldn't it be?"

A slight curve touched Qin Yuhe's thin lips. "Miss Song, I feel we are very compatible. My family is pressuring me urgently. If you see no issues, we can go register our marriage right now."

Song Xinya took her ID card out of her bag. "I happen to have my ID with me."

.......

The café door swung open from the inside, and Qin Yuhe walked out.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, the assistant said excitedly, "See? See? Mr. Qin's blind date failed again this time. I win the bet!"

He stretched his hand toward the driver. "Ten thousand yuan, pay up!"

The driver, crestfallen, pulled out his phone to transfer the money. Looking up, he saw—

Under the blazing sun, Qin Yuhe stood at the café entrance holding the door open for a woman. After she walked out, he released the handle.

The driver put his phone away again, his mournful face turning into a grin. "Who's won and who's lost isn't certain yet."

The assistant turned and saw Qin Yuhe walking over with a woman in a red dress, his eyes widening.

Good heavens, what is this situation?

The assistant hastily pushed the car door open, stepped out, and bent to open the rear passenger door for Qin Yuhe.

Song Xinya instinctively walked to the other side of the car. As she reached to open the door, a pale, slender hand reached across, pulling it open just before her.

Her fingers brushed over the back of his hand. A sensation like tiny electric currents shot through her fingertips, leaving them tingling and numb.

Qin Yuhe stood beside her like a gentleman, one hand protectively placed against the car's roof.

Song Xinya lowered her gaze and got into the car. Her fair arm brushed against his waist and abdomen, and the hem of her red dress slid lingeringly over his black suit trousers.

Song Xinya: "Thank you."

Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome."

After closing the car door, Qin Yuhe walked back to the other side and got in.

The assistant witnessed all this, standing rigidly in place as if petrified.

Having worked for Qin Yuhe for years, this was the first time he'd seen Mr. Qin open a car door for someone else.

Previously, no matter the occasion, it was always others opening the door for Mr. Qin.

The assistant looked at the woman in the red dress again, his gaze instantly filling with deep respect.

The driver asked, "Where to next, Mr. Qin?"

Qin Yuhe: "The Civil Affairs Bureau."

The assistant stepped towards the passenger seat, but his foot suddenly slipped. He banged his head against the car roof, seeing stars, nearly feeling like his brains were scrambled.

"The... the Civil Affairs Bureau? Mr. Qin, there's no schedule to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau today."

Qin Yuhe: "There is now. I'm going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to marry Miss Song."

The assistant felt even dizzier.

The driver, however, wore a beaming smile. Ten thousand yuan was his—woohoo!

.......

The Rolls-Royce drove off into the distance. Coming from the opposite direction, Zhang Yingying walked past.

She wore a newly purchased white Dior dress and Chanel high heels, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, dressed with great care, just missing Qin Yuhe who was sitting in the car as she passed by.

Song Xinya, looking through the car window at Zhang Yingying, curved her alluring red lips into a smile of certain victory.

Following Song Xinya's gaze, Qin Yuhe saw the figure in the white dress outside the car. Without the slightest pause or any emotional fluctuation, he turned his head back.

Zhang Yingying stood at the entrance of the café, took a deep breath, looking very nervous and serious, then pulled out a compact mirror to check her makeup and hair.

Today, she was here for a blind date with Qin Yuhe, the crown prince of Beijing's elite circles.

To secure this chance to meet Qin Yuhe, she and her mother, Li Cuirou, had meticulously planned for a year, seeking out many people and pulling numerous strings before finally getting this opportunity.

She had done her research beforehand: Qin Yuhe liked women who were pure and innocent, like a delicate little white flower. That's why she specifically wore a white dress to meet him.

She had to be in her best state, so that the moment Qin Yuhe saw her, he would be captivated at first sight.

After confirming her makeup and hair were perfectly appropriate, a gentle, sweet smile appeared on Zhang Yingying's face as she pushed open the café door and walked in.

She swept her eyes around the room but didn't see that handsome, elegant figure she had been dreaming of day and night.

A waiter walked past a table, straightening a "6" that had been tilted to look like a "9".

Zhang Yingying, noticing nothing unusual, walked over and sat down at table number 6.

Her fingers smoothed over her collar, chest, and waist, flattening every wrinkle, and she adjusted the slit of her dress to reveal a pair of slender legs.

Time ticked by. Half an hour past the agreed-upon meeting time, Qin Yuhe still hadn't appeared.

Zhang Yingying's initial excitement and anticipation turned into anxious unease.

She called Li Cuirou: "Mom, why hasn't Qin Yuhe arrived yet? He's not going to stand me up today, is he?"

Li Cuirou: "I asked the matchmaker. Mr. Qin will definitely come."

Zhang Yingying: "But he's already half an hour late."

Li Cuirou: "He's the crown prince, his status is extremely prestigious. Him being late isn't called tardiness; it's called privilege."

Zhang Yingying thought about being on a date with such a privileged man and naturally projected that privilege onto herself. If she married Qin Yuhe, wouldn't she get to enjoy the Qin family's privileges too?

She said with a smile, "I'll keep waiting for Qin Yuhe."

.......

At the civil affairs bureau, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe sat before a bright red backdrop.

The photographer looked at Song Xinya and said, "Miss, we have prepared white shirts in the changing room. It would be best if you changed into one; the photos will turn out better that way."

Song Xinya walked into the changing room and found the door was broken; it wouldn't close properly, leaving a gap when shut.

She tried twice but couldn't get the door to close completely.

People were coming and going all around, with men occasionally passing by.

Qin Yuhe stood up from his chair, walked over, and stood in front of the changing room door, his tall, imposing figure blocking the gap.

Standing inside the door, Song Xinya heard the man's low, magnetic, and cool voice from outside: "I'm here."

Her worries vanished, and she began to undress.

The soft zip of a zipper being pulled down, the faint rustling of fabric against skin, the sound of the dress being taken off and hung on the hook behind the door—these subtle noises drifted into Qin Yuhe's ears.

He looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the door and suddenly felt the weather was a bit hot today.

Song Xinya changed her clothes and walked out. "All done."

Qin Yuhe turned to look at her, his gaze traveling from her shoulders down along the curves of her body.

Song Xinya felt as if she had been lightly scorched by a flame.

The two returned to the bright red backdrop and sat at either end of a long bench.

The photographer looked at them and said loudly, "You two newlyweds, this is for your marriage certificate photo. The gap between you is so wide you could drive a train through it."

Just as Song Xinya was about to shift closer to Qin Yuhe, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. The solid, hard contour of muscle pressed against her slender waist as he leaned towards her.

Their shoulders bumped together, and the man's cool, imposing aura enveloped her.

While the photo was being taken, his hand around her waist never let go.

The photographer raised the camera and pressed the shutter. It was actually a very brief moment, but after the photo was taken, Song Xinya was covered in a fine layer of sweat, especially around her waist, which felt intensely warm.

Standing in the changing room, Song Xinya took off the white shirt and pants.

The mirror reflected a beauty with a slender waist, a perky bottom, full breasts, long legs, and fair, delicate skin, wearing only her underwear.

Peering through the door crack at the man outside, Song Xinya suddenly thought of something: once they got the marriage certificate, tonight would be her and Qin Yuhe's wedding night...

So... was she going to sleep with him tonight...

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