Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

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 come this far, Tang Wan didn’t want to overthink it. Besides, she wouldn’t marry anyone but him, so getting the certificate seemed trivial.

”Then let’s go in.” Jiang Jinsang said, pulling her inside. Because it was near closing time, there were hardly any people in the civil affairs office aside from the staff. Those deciding to get a certificate would definitely come 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 somewhat 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 time their arrival so the food wouldn’t get cold and lose its taste.

”I’ve got something 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 someone who was recuperating at home?

Tang Wan had already filled out the form and carefully checked it twice over, even the names, fearful of a single error, before handing it back to the staff...

Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu stood by, expressionless as if they were mechanical, 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.