"What kind of joke is this?" Song Zhen panicked, removing his sunglasses to stare deeply into Gu Xinzhou's eyes, "Song Zhen takes a wife openly and honestly, I neither steal nor rob. Why should we have a secret wedding?"
Gu Xinzhou was dying of a headache.
She glanced at her watch, it was 4:20 PM.
Song Zhen put his arm around her shoulder, coaxing gently, "Zhouzhou, Mrs. Song's position means you'll always be the center of attention, even if you're just standing here soaking up the sun. They can still take a photo and fabricate plenty of false news about you, so you need to start getting used to it."
Gu Xinzhou felt somewhat irritable.
She knew that marrying Song Zhen was just a matter of time, but going to get the marriage certificate felt too sudden.
She didn't know if other girls felt the same, but she was feeling extremely anxious right now.
Seeing her conflicted expression, Song Zhen also began to feel anxious, "Zhouzhou, I could never marry anyone but you. I can't control the pressure they feel! But you, you've supported me since childhood, given me twins, a child of our love, rightfully putting you by my side. Your accomplishments in front of me are like Pangu creating the heaven and earth, bringing a new life, a new world to me. No other woman can compare, not even to a single strand of your hair. Why should you feel pressured?"
"Song Zhen, I really feel pressured. If you truly care about me, then agree to a secret marriage. Otherwise, if you don't care about my feelings, I won't consider yours either. It was you who agreed to show the marriage certificate to George, you figure it out yourself."
Having said that, she turned to head back to the apartment.
Song Zhen grabbed her, "Alright, alright, alright! Yes, yes, yes! You are the ancestor. I'll listen to you!"
Song Zhen had never been so humble in his life.
He pleaded with her, coaxed her, and even switched to a black sedan used by the bodyguard, before they headed to the civil affairs office.
Civil Affairs Bureau.
Song Zhen, who originally wanted to make a splash, for Gu Xinzhou's sake, rare used his connections.
Everything was done in the director's office: filling out forms, then taking photos, directly signing documents, stamping them, and uploading the data online.
Everything completed, the couple, wearing hats, scarves, and sunglasses, sneaked back to the car like thieves.
Song Zhen initially felt it suffocating to register their marriage so covertly,
But sitting in the car, looking at the photo and names in the little red book, he felt the world was so beautiful, life so wonderful.
Song Zhen took Gu Xinzhou's little red book as well, "I'll keep it safe, I'm afraid you might lose it."
Gu Xinzhou didn't mind who kept the marriage certificate.
She was just looking forward to George really caring for her as Song Zhen said, loving everything associated with her.
On the way back, Gu Xinzhou stayed silent, her eyes fixed out the window, her mind filled with thoughts of George and McDull. George obviously couldn't be left alone, and McDull might be feeling scared or missing her since Lan Baozhen and Gu Yibo had an argument today.
A car next to them honked.
Gu Xinzhou then gathered her thoughts.
But she noticed that at some point Song Zhen had lain down on his side, his head resting on her lap.
His eyes were closed, seemingly asleep, but the smile at the corners of his mouth and eyes said otherwise.
Gu Xinzhou asked, "Are you tired?"
Song Zhen's voice was indescribably gentle, "Hug me, will you?"
Gu Xinzhou instinctively glanced at the driver and the bodyguard in the front seat, then looked away.
Song Zhen said, "Hug me!"
His voice was loud, half angry, half coquettish, echoing lingeringly.
Gu Xinzhou, "..."
She'd had enough of him!
She raised her hand and gently placed it on Song Zhen's shoulder.