Chapter 14: Xia Wan Yu Returns to Her Home Country

But she didn't forget her responsibilities either. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'll make breakfast tomorrow."

Why would anyone expect someone else to support them?

"Fu Yan smiled lightly, wearing a dark-colored home robe. There was a laziness to him as he walked over and pulled out a chair at the dining table, sitting down. "You don't have to be so stiff. After registering today, you are my wife legally speaking."

Seeing him speak so frankly, Xu Qinghuan no longer held back. She directly asked, "Then Mr. Fu, how long will this contract marriage last? Why don't we sign an agreement? What do you think?"

After all, this is business. She still has to set a deadline for herself.

If Fu Yan Shi talks for too long at the banquet, she needs to consider it! A man's golden time is very long. When the time comes, if Fu Yan Shi gets a divorce certificate, he'll still be a hot single guy. But herself? She'll be in trouble, a high-age pregnant woman plus this disgraceful history, who would want her?

Only to see Fu Yan Shi, who was holding a knife and fork, paused slightly, as if considering the question.

After a long pause, he nodded. "Well then, I'll have my secretary draft the contract. Let's start with a one-year agreement."

"Good."

Xu Qinghuan finally put her heart at ease and tasted the porridge from Fu Yan's time again. Mmm, it was really delicious.

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After breakfast, she went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her ID card, household registration book, and Fu Yan? to register their marriage.

With a photo, signature, and fingerprint scan, the whole process took less than half an hour. She was legally Mrs. Fu.

This blatantly red little notebook, even held in your hand, feels unreal.

"I've already asked the assistant to take you to the hospital to see your mother. When you get off work tonight, come straight to my place." Fu Yan was already dressed in a suit, and he had returned to his usual aloof CEO persona. His tone was imperious and left no room for argument.

Xu Qinghuan nodded in agreement and left with her assistant.

Soon after they left, another black Maybach slowly pulled up beside Fu Yan.

The rear car window rolled down, revealing Zhou Sizhe's nonchalant handsome face. "Sometimes I really don't understand you," he said, "taking such a big risk to register your marriage with her but not confessing your feelings. What's the point?"

Fu Yan at that moment coldly glanced at him, opened the car door and sat in, his voice frigid.

She has no feelings for me now.

"So?" Zhou Sizhe's eyes widened. "You have to be clear if your parents find out about you getting married without their permission, the consequences will be dire! Is it worth it for her?"

In Zhou Sizu's eyes, if a woman wasn't to his liking, he'd just sleep with her for one night and say goodbye. If she truly caught his fancy, he'd simply sleep with her a few more times and that would be it! He genuinely couldn't understand why Fu Yan Shi, for such a small assistant, would be so willing to risk everything.

"If you don't say anything, they won't know."

“You’re burying your head in the sand!” Zhou Szz rolled his eyes helplessly. “To be honest, I’m pretty curious to see how this story ends. If that little assistant really doesn't have feelings for you, what will you do?”

Fu Yan didn't pay him any mind, only lowering his head to open his computer and handle work.

These things can't be put off until the evening. Today is their rightful wedding night, and he doesn't intend to be a eunuch all night.

After the car started, Zhou Szew suddenly remembered something and nudged Fu Yan's shoulder, "By the way, Xia Wan-yu will be back next week. The three of us should get together properly! You see her Moments, she's really beautiful now!"

He was speaking enthusiastically, but Fu Yan shi didn't even raise his head, just said, "Let's talk next week."

"Hey! I came back especially to help you, don't you have any manners?"

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