Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Zhong Wanxiu took Fu Jingting and Xu Qingcheng's birth dates and times to someone to choose a date for their remarriage. In reality, she just wanted to have a wish that this time the two of them could be together for a long time without any obstacles.

Fu Jingting had already prepared the materials needed for remarriage, including both parties' divorce certificates. Xu Qingcheng placed the two divorce certificates together, each bearing a neat and tidy single passport photo.

One photo is of her, and the other is of him.

The divorce agreement she signed.

She doesn't know where he got the photo for the divorce certificate, but it's really ugly.

And all alone.

Seeing this makes my heart ache and I feel sad.

"Fu Jingting!"

Xu Qingcheng called out to him.

The man was in the living room when he heard someone call him in. "What's wrong?"

Xu Qingcheng pointed to her divorce certificate.

Fu Jingting leaned closer to look, but before he could speak, she grabbed his ear. "Didn't you say that you only have widowed people, not divorced ones? You say one thing and do another, don't you? Do you know how I felt when someone brought me this divorce certificate?"

She tugged at his ear with her fingers, and the man bent over to cooperate, even finding it quite amusing to listen to her questioning and scolding him.

He reached out and pulled the person into his arms, smiling as he said, "It's my fault."

"It's all your fault."

She pursed her lips and hugged him back. Actually, she knew it wasn't his fault.

But I just want to blame him. If not him, then who else can I blame?!

Xu Qingcheng felt a lump in her throat. "You have to keep your word after you've said it."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

"From now on, if I throw a tantrum, please don't take it seriously, okay?" She looked up from his arms. "I don't want to be alone."

No one can be in the photo.

She wanted to be with him, and when he smiled, she smiled too.

Her eyes held his light, and her pouting lips and aggrieved expression melted anyone's heart. "Okay. I won't take it seriously. I'll never let you go again under any circumstances."

He stroked her cheek with his palm. "There won't be a next time. No matter how badly you cry, I won't let go."

"You're the one who cries ugly." Xu Qingcheng curled her lips and snorted, pinching him through his shirt with her fingers wrapped around his waist.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes my whole body itchy.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, and Xu Qingcheng cooperated by entangled with him.

The atmosphere heated up instantly, and the tentative kiss suddenly escalated into something uncontrollable. The man reached out and hugged her tightly, pressing his forehead against hers. "Sweetie, let's get down to business first."

"What's the important matter?" Xu Qingcheng laughed, a mischievous glint in her eye. She wouldn't let go, wrapping her arms around his neck, gently biting his chin, and swaying in his arms. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

"I don't want to." Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow slightly, rejecting the offer completely. He felt uncomfortable if he flirted with her but couldn't get enough.

"Wait until you give birth, then seduce me like this again, and see if I'll let you off the hook." He bit her ear, saying something incredibly embarrassing, "until you beg me for you."

Xu Qingcheng slapped him on the shoulder, her face turning slightly red. "Shameless."

"If I do it with my wife, who can say I'm shameless?" The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with wickedness.

Okay, when it comes to being shameless, she really can't beat him. Xu Qingcheng buried her face in his chest and held on tightly.

What to do?

She liked his shamelessness and wanted to seduce him, laugh and joke with him, do shameless things, and be his little vixen.

She nestled in his arms, her face shifting and moving, just like a young girl experiencing her first love, so sweet and endearing that it was almost unbearable.

Ironically, he found it quite amusing. She could be as affectionate as she wanted with him, but now was not the time. He pinched her cheek and reminded her, "Go change your clothes. Didn't Ms. Zhong choose the auspicious time?"

"Oh, right."

Xu Qingcheng suddenly remembered that there was a time.

Both of them changed into white shirts and black pants.

Standing in front of the mirror, tidying her clothes, Xu Qingcheng looked at the man standing slightly to her right behind her in the mirror, and smiled faintly with her eyes lowered.

Turning around, she tiptoed slightly to straighten his collar and button up his cuffs. "From now on, I'll straighten your clothes for you, for the rest of my life."

Fu Jingting felt a surge of satisfaction.

Everyone says love doesn't need to be spoken; that's too sentimental.

But in reality, only after hearing her loving confession did I realize that even if it was sentimental, she still had to express it.

A feeling of being moved can never be given through guesswork.

Xu Qingcheng truly thought so, but she never imagined that one day she would completely forget what she had said.

He took her hand and led her out the door. Looking at the rings on their ring fingers, he lifted their hands to examine them, where the sunlight shone brightly.

On the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau to remarry, her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but grip his hand tightly. The last time didn't count; this was her first real marriage.

"Nervous?" He glanced at her.

Aren't you nervous?

"nervous."

"Why?" Xu Qingcheng asked curiously.

"I was so nervous before that stamp was put on." Fu Jingting looked at her. "Every day I was thinking about how to win you over and tell everyone that Xu Qingcheng is my wife, that she's taken, and that they shouldn't have any more illusions."

Xu Qingcheng chuckled.

The sun is shining brightly today.

They followed the normal procedures without seeking special treatment, filled out a remarriage registration declaration form, and took new photos.

The two sat side by side, and Fu Jingting took her hand.

The camera captured the two people's appearance.

They got a new marriage certificate, with their photos pasted on it. Xu Qingcheng smiled and took the initiative to kiss him.

The man's smile was full of tenderness. He remembered how she looked in front of the camera last time. He kissed her, kissed her fiercely, until her face was flushed with shyness, her face reddened for him, and that was captured in the photo.

Now, she takes the initiative to kiss him, and he can only cherish and accept it. Kissing her lips, he softly calls out, "Wife."

Upon hearing his call, Xu Qingcheng blushed inexplicably and gave a proper "hmm".

Fu Jingting lowered his brows and looked at her, waiting for her to call him "husband" in response.

The woman turned and walked away. Fu Jingting clicked his tongue, chased after her, and, disregarding the fact that they were in public, picked her up in his arms.

"what!"

Xu Qingcheng exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly, "In public, aren't you ashamed? Put me down right now."

"Call me husband."

He raised an eyebrow, giving off a roguish look that said, "I won't put you down unless you call me."

Xu Qingcheng turned her head and chuckled to herself.

I won't shout.

"Really not going to scream?" Fu Jingting looked at her, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Shy?"

He shouldn't have said it; once he did, she felt incredibly embarrassed.

She buried her face in her neck and said, "Aren't you annoying?"

"You can call my name right next to my ear, and I won't laugh at you." He laughed, his voice full of joy.

Xu Qingcheng leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear, "Husband."

The man's arms tightened around her suddenly, tighter and tighter. Xu Qingcheng hugged him back; she understood that feeling.

His eyes suddenly turned red.

She buried her face in his neck and whispered, "Honey, I love you."

His neck was slightly damp, and Fu Jingting's eyes were a little red.

On the way back, Fu Jingting couldn't wait to send the photos to the group chat.

Gu Feibai listed several lines of "Holy crap!"

Liang Zongyan: Congratulations on re-entering the besieged city.

Tang Jinchao: Congratulations on your remarriage.

Gu Feibai: Who will be the next to throw away their certificate?

Tang Jinchao: The cook. They're getting married because the girl is pregnant.

Gu Feibai: Holy crap, the cook is going to be a dad?

Gu Feibai: It seems I need to hurry up too.

Song Xingzhi: You're at the bottom.

Gu Feibai: @Song Xingzhi With you here, how can I be at the bottom?

Song Xingzhi: @Gu Feibai What kind of woman could be so blind as to fall for you?

Fu Jingting: Blind.

Gu Feibai: Holy crap!

Yu Shinan: @Fu Jingting Congratulations.

Gu Feibai: Cook, when is your wedding banquet?

Yu Shinan glanced at Gu Feibai's question but did not reply.

Xu Qingcheng watched Fu Jingting's finger swipe across his phone screen, a smile playing on his lips. She couldn't resist leaning closer to look. "What are you looking at?"

"Tell them I'm getting married."

Fu Jingting didn't try to hide it from her.

"Who's in there?" Xu Qingcheng leaned on his shoulder, her finger swiping across the screen.

Her fingertip hovered over the name "Liang Zongyan" on the screen. She narrowed her eyes, then suddenly looked up at him. "Liang Zongyan? Your friend?"