The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

When Zhu He received Lu Zhiheng's call in the middle of the night, his mind was still not fully activated.

Especially after receiving Lu Zhiheng's order, he even doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears.

He rubbed his face vigorously several times, then asked uncertainly, "Mr. Lu, did you just say we're going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate now?"

Lu Zhiheng's calm voice came through the receiver, "We're about to leave, we'll be there in about half an hour. Is that enough time for you to get everything arranged?"

"Yes, definitely! I'll get on it right now!"

Congratulations on your extremely high efficiency! You called back within just five minutes to reply, "Mr. Lu, everything has been arranged. The relevant staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau are on their way to the office. You can proceed directly to the processing once you arrive."

Wen Song, sitting in the passenger seat, heard the entire conversation. Only then did she belatedly realize her mistake and blushed. "Getting our marriage certificate in the middle of the night, isn't that a bit too crazy?"

She just said it casually at the time, never expecting that Lu Zhiheng would actually have such ability to get the Civil Affairs Bureau to open for them in the middle of the night.

Most importantly, he took every casual remark she made to heart.

Everyone has to go crazy a few times in their life.

Lu Zhiheng freed one hand and held Wen Song's hand, "Looking back on it in the future, it should be a pretty good memory."

after……

This word inexplicably brought Wen Song a long-lost sense of happiness.

Her dimples deepened slightly, and her eyes gradually filled with anticipation and longing for the future.

When they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the staff were already there.

The director of the Civil Affairs Bureau personally greeted them at the entrance. Lu Zhiheng took the initiative to shake hands with him, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. It's so late at night, and you still have to make this trip."

The director quickly shook his hand back, a humble smile on his face: "Mr. Lu, you're too kind. It's just part of our job, nothing to worry about. We came over as soon as we received the notification. All the paperwork and documents have been prepared in advance, just waiting for you two to arrive."

The two followed the bureau chief into the service hall. As Wen Song stepped inside, his gaze swept over the waiting chairs in the hall, and he paused slightly.

She sat in that spot waiting for Zhou Shijing, but he didn't show up. Instead, she received news that he had been hospitalized after a car accident.

Lu Zhiheng noticed Wen Song's hesitant steps, followed her gaze, and tightened his grip on her hand. "Don't worry, our procedures will go smoothly today, and nothing will hinder us."

Wen Song didn't say anything, but Lu Zhiheng understood what she was thinking. Wen Song felt a warmth in her heart, looked up at him and smiled, "Mm."

As Lu Zhiheng said, their process went very smoothly because they were the only couple, and the processing was very fast. When Wen Song received the marriage certificate, she felt like she was dreaming.

She gently stroked the couple's photos on their marriage certificate.

The photo framed the two people. Lu Zhiheng had handsome features and a well-defined profile, while he himself looked somewhat dazed and unsettled. Yet, when put together, they were surprisingly well-matched.

Wen Song's gaze was fixed on the photo, and she murmured softly, a hint of dazed uncertainty in her voice: "We...we're really married?"

"Yes, I'm married."

He gently lifted her hand and, in front of the staff, tenderly pushed a dazzling diamond ring onto her finger.

Looking at the large, dazzling pink diamond on the ring setting, Wen Song suddenly remembered the news Dong Wen had shown her that day. It turned out that the pink diamond he had spent a fortune to buy was originally intended to be given to her.

"From this day forward, you are Lu Zhiheng's wife."

His loving gaze lingered on Wen Song's face. "Of course, you are still Wen Song first and foremost, and you can always choose to be only Wen Song."

Of all the sweet words in the world, none could pierce the heart as deeply as this one, striking straight into Wen Song's heart and making her heart burn.

The staff present applauded and offered their blessings, saying, "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Lu! Wishing you a happy marriage and a long and happy life together!"

Lu Zhiheng thanked them warmly and took out the red envelopes he had prepared earlier to distribute to everyone. "Thank you all for coming over in the middle of the night to help. When I hold my wedding, I will invite you all to come and have a drink at my wedding."

The group held thick red envelopes in their hands, their faces beaming with genuine smiles. "It's not hard work at all. It's our honor to be here to witness your wedding with Mrs. Lu. We all sincerely look forward to that day coming soon."

When they returned to Yunjin Pavilion, it was already 1 a.m. The two held hands and reluctantly parted ways at the elevator entrance.

Lu Zhiheng gestured to the marriage certificate in his hand, his tone low, "It's legal now. When are you planning to move in with me?"

Wen Song's voice was barely audible, "Let's wait until after the New Year to make it public, otherwise, what if Aunt Yun launches another surprise attack one day? We'll be caught red-handed."

Lu Zhiheng was being persistent. "Do we have to wait until after the New Year? Honey, isn't it a bit inappropriate to separate right after we got married?"

The moment Wen Song heard him call her "wife," her heart nearly skipped a beat. She was shocked at how quickly he adapted to the role. Just hearing it made her cheeks burn.

She wished she could bury her head in the ground. "It won't be long. The New Year is just ten days away."

"For someone like me who can't wait even a minute, ten days is long enough."

Wen Song pinched his fingers shyly and helplessly, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Little did she know that Lu Zhiheng had been waiting for her to say those words. A mischievous smile crept onto his lips. "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Come to my house tonight."

Wen Song understood what Lu Zhiheng meant by going to his house, but since they had already registered their marriage, she didn't need to be coy anymore. She blushed and nodded, "Okay."

Lu Zhiheng got the answer he wanted, and his smile deepened. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on Wen Song's cheek. "Be good, go home and get some rest."

Wen Song returned home in a daze, sat on the bed and looked at the marriage certificate over and over again, then pinched her arm hard, making her hiss in pain. To make sure she wasn't dreaming, she lay back on the bed with the marriage certificate in her arms, laughing like a fool.

On the other side, Lu Zhiheng put the marriage certificate into the safe as soon as he got back. After taking a shower, he lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He wanted to send a message to Wen Song, but he was worried about disturbing her rest. He scrolled through his friends list, found Shang Yang's WeChat ID, and clicked on it.

L: Happy Valentine's Day.

Shang Yang replied quickly, and the long string of question marks was enough to express his shock at receiving a holiday greeting from his brother late at night.

Shang Yang: Lao Lu, if I didn't know you had a girlfriend, I would really start to suspect that you have some ulterior motives towards me.

Shang Yang: Have you ever seen a good person wish their brother a happy Valentine's Day?

L: What else? Do you wish me a unhappy Valentine's Day?

Shang Yang: To be honest, I just started a project worth hundreds of millions with my new girlfriend, and I'm incredibly happy right now.

After sending the message, Shang Yang felt something was off, so he sent another one: No, bro, are you in a bad mood? Did something happen to you with your girlfriend?

L: I was indeed a bit shocked.

Shang Yang: Tell me more? I have more experience with relationships between men and women than you, and I will tell you everything I know.

L: You are definitely more experienced than me when it comes to romantic relationships.

L: But what's troubling me now is the issue of how couples should get along.

L: Forget it, you have zero experience in this area. Instead of asking you, I'd rather figure it out myself.

After sending the message, Lu Zhiheng felt relieved and finally felt a little sleepy. He put his phone on silent mode and tossed it on the bedside table before closing his eyes and going to sleep.

On the other side, Shang Yang really couldn't sleep, and sent Lu Zhiheng more than ten messages in one go—

Shang Yang: The Way for Couples to Get Along?

Shang Yang: What do you mean? Don't tell me you're married?

Shang Yang: Brother, you shouldn't be that hard to understand why you locked yourself in a walled city so early, right?

Shang Yang: Let me give you a piece of advice, please don't! You've only dated one so far. There are so many women in the world, you should try a few more so you won't regret it...

Shang Yang: Lao Lu, say something, what's going on?

A few seconds passed.

Shang Yang: Damn, he's not replying to my WeChat messages and he's not answering my calls?

Shang Yang: Are you doing this on purpose? You just want to see me tormented by anxiety?

Shang Yang: You're finished! You ruined my Valentine's Day night! I'll never be happy tonight!!!

Shang Yang: ...

The next morning, Wen Song was woken up by Wen Miaomiao's surprised and delighted exclamation.

"Wow, it's snowing! It's really snowing! Wen Song, get up and look, there's already a thick layer of snow on the ground!"

Wen Miaomiao rarely showed such liveliness and joy, and it had been a long time since she had gotten up so early.

She was full of energy and pulled Wen Song out of bed.

Wen Song was dazed and confused when she was pushed to the French windows, where she saw a pure white world spread out before her eyes.

The snow was still falling slowly, covering the lawn, roadside trees, and fences with a thick layer of snow. The rooftops of distant buildings were covered in a white blanket, and even the air was filled with a crisp, cool mist.

"Where's my scarf? You promised to finish knitting it before it snowed, and I'm wearing it to the Civil Affairs Bureau today!"

"The scarf is finished."

She couldn't sleep last night, so she stayed up all night to finish the last bit of work, but...

Wen Song looked at Wen Miaomiao apologetically, "Miaomiao, I have something to tell you, don't be angry."