The two of them held each other's gaze in silence for a full minute, and under Song Weiyi's relentless persistence, the corners of Pei Yibai's mouth lifted slightly.
"Words alone are not proof. How would I know if what you're saying is true?" Pei Yibai's eyebrows rose slightly, his gold-framed glasses hiding his meaningful gaze.
Having originally watched with the eyes of a spectator, his expression now turned serious, as today had indeed been full of surprises. He suddenly looked forward to what was to come with quite some anticipation.
Song Weiyi stood up right in front of him, unabashedly showcasing her impressive curves.
The tassels continued to sway, and her fair, luminous skin, coupled with her exceptionally beautiful face, made all the boys in the nearby couples couldn't help but glance over.
And yet, their gazes fell directly on Song Weiyi's chest, even though the neckline of her dress wasn't particularly low.
"I can showcase my cooking skills later; as for the rest, you can inspect on the spot." Song Weiyi's eyes held only Pei Yibai, naturally unaware of the men nearby coveting her beauty.
At that presumptuous gaze, the corners of Pei Yibai's mouth that had been lifted suddenly fell, daring to covet her?
He turned his head, scanning coldly, his eyes bearing an oppressive aura.
The other party gave a sheepish smile, busying himself looking down as if he hadn't done anything.
The sparks of conflict between men didn't reach Song Weiyi; she was still racking her brain on how to persuade Pei Yibai.
"I swear I'm healthy and free from diseases, perfectly capable of bearing children. If you plan on being DINKs, I can agree to that too," Song Weiyi declared, raising her right hand.
The little girl's chirping voice was somewhat annoying to Pei Yibai.
He finished the last few sips of coffee left in his cup, took out two hundred-yuan notes from his wallet and placed them on the table, then got up with his laptop in hand.
This reaction was beyond Song Weiyi's expectations. Agree or refuse, couldn't he at least grunt a response?
The man who had walked two steps ahead realized the woman hadn't followed and turned his head to glance at her indifferently, "Didn't you say we're getting married? Why are you standing there dazed?"
Song Weiyi's mouth hung open, her expression filled with disbelief.
"So, you mean you agree?" Her voice stammered with shock.
Pei Yibai asked instead of answering, "Did you bring your documents? Hurry up and follow me; otherwise, the civil affairs office is going to close."
So, she hadn't heard wrong or misunderstood; this man truly wanted to marry her?
Song Weiyi's expression turned excited, and she hurriedly caught up with him, following behind like a little wife, finding that he looked better the more she looked at him.
This appearance, scholarly and honest, she was sure it couldn't be wrong.
This man towering over one meter eighty, making a simple white shirt look sexy, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he was the epitome of a walking clothes rack!
She touched her bag, finding her residence booklet and ID card warmed from being held on to so tightly, all ready for her command.
Outside the café, Pei Yibai hailed a taxi.
Before getting into the car, his movements suddenly paused, and he looked intently at Song Weiyi.
"I don't have a car, only a tiny studio apartment, and there's a housing loan of two hundred thousand still unpaid. I can't buy you a diamond necklace—are you still sure about marrying me, with no regrets?" Half inside the taxi, he leaned against the vehicle in a way that was too picturesque, distracting Song Weiyi with his looks.
This was getting to Pei Yibai, who was getting impatient.
"Are you listening to me?"
Faced with her future husband's irritation, Song Weiyi suddenly came to her senses, nodding with utmost respect. "I heard you, I'm willing. I truly am. It's okay not to have a car; we can strive together. I'm sure we'll have everything we want in the future!"
Song Weiyi, soon to begin her internship, was a girl full of fighting spirit, with wonderful aspirations for the future. Even though things had taken a slight detour due to Fu Zining, it hadn't affected her optimistic outlook.
At her words, Pei Yibai's expression froze for a moment, his anger already vanished, replaced instead with a hint of warmth and esteem on his face.
"What are you standing around for? Get in the car." He stepped aside to let Song Weiyi get in first.
This gesture made Song Weiyi feel incredibly cherished; her future husband was a gentleman with a respect for women—a good man indeed.
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The civil affairs bureau wasn't busy, and without the need for waiting, it was soon Song Weiyi and Pei Yibai's turn.
Under the staff's guidance, they filled out the forms and then went to take their ID photos.
With a "click," the camera captured the newlyweds.
Song Weiyi smiled gently, her cute dimples showing on her cheeks, while Pei Yibai, beside her, was much more serious.
"Hmm, looks good." Song Weiyi said, satisfied after seeing the photo.
They were truly a handsome couple. She couldn't help but think.
After the photo was taken, Pei Yibai put his gold-framed glasses back on his nose.
"You look better without glasses."
Pei Yibai turned his head and gave a half-smile, his lips curving slightly, "I know." Despite this, he persistently kept the glasses on his nose.
He must be nearsighted, Song Weiyi naively thought. Otherwise, who would wear glasses for no reason?
Back at the service counter, they submitted their documents, which the staff quickly reviewed. Soon they were holding two brand-new marriage certificates.
They were red with the words "marriage certificate" shining in gold on the cover.
Song Weiyi felt that in that instant, she had transitioned from a girl to a woman.
She handed one certificate to Pei Yibai and pocketed the other, flipping it open.
"So your name is Pei Yibai," she said, looking up at him.
Pei Yibai pursed his lips and nodded slightly.
"Hello, my name is Song Weiyi." The young girl extended her hand to him, holding it out in front of him, which Pei Yibai contemplated for a long time.
Should they say "Pleasure doing business" next?
Without receiving his handshake, Song Weiyi felt somewhat awkward, but Miss Song was adaptable and wouldn't be discouraged by a little embarrassment.
"Today is a big day for us, we should celebrate properly, right?" Song Weiyi said seriously.
"Definitely, we should have a big meal to strengthen our bond and take the opportunity to meet my parents. Of course, I'll meet your parents too, you can schedule the time."
This was a reminder about the evening's affairs for Pei Yibai, specifics of which Song Weiyi wouldn't mention.
The request wasn't excessive, Pei Yibai still nodded indifferently, his face not showing much joy.
"So you agree then? Let's exchange contact information, and I'll give you a call," Song Weiyi said, taking out her phone.
After entering his number, Song Weiyi labeled it with the three characters "Pei Yibai." As for how he saved her contact details, Song Weiyi didn't notice.
Having done all this, just as she was about to leave, someone tugged on her sleeve and whispered two words to her: "Wedding candy!"
With empty hands, Song Weiyi gave an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, I came in a hurry and forgot to buy some. I'll make it up next time."
Watching the couple depart, the girl felt like crying without tears—it wasn't she who wanted wedding candy from them, but giving candy to the staff was an unwritten rule here, right? Didn't you see that the staff member's face turned a bit dark just now?
It must be because they didn't get any wedding candy!