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The filming team consisted of a young photographer and an assistant.

The photographer was a tall young man wearing a black baseball cap and holding a camera.

The assistants were responsible for lighting and providing reflectors. Their task was not only to film the marriage registration process, but also to film the entire process from the start of makeup to the end of the registration.

While she was getting her makeup done, the photographer took a few pictures, and the assistant held up a reflector and adjusted the angle to shine the light on Yang Zhiyan's profile.

"Miss Yang, tilt your head slightly to the left." Yang Zhiyan tilted her head slightly, and he pressed the shutter. "Okay, this one looks good."

As the two of them got out of the car, the photographer followed behind and took a picture of Qin Yuzheng helping Yang Zhiyan open the car door.

He crouched down, and the camera shot from below, framing the curve of the car door and Yang Zhiyan's posture as she bent down to get into the car, with Qin Yuzheng's hand blocking the top of the car door.

The assistant stood beside him holding a reflector. He pressed the shutter, looked at the photo, and said, "This one is good. Mr. Qin's hand is right on the car door, and the light is coming from the right, so her profile is very clear."

He flipped the photo over and showed it to Yang Zhiyan. She looked down at her profile on the screen, smiling, her eyes fixed on the car.

The Civil Affairs Bureau was located in a gray building in the east of the city. When they arrived, it was not yet nine o'clock, and there were already five or six couples lined up at the entrance.

Some people are adjusting their collars, some are helping each other tie scarves, some are looking down at their phones and smiling, and some are holding hands and waiting quietly.

Qin Yuzheng parked the car, and the two of them walked over and joined the end of the queue.

A photographer stood a few meters away, holding up his camera to take a picture of their backs as they lined up. The two were holding hands, Qin Yuzheng stood straight, and Yang Zhiyan's shoulder leaned slightly towards him. Sunlight shone from the side, casting their shadows onto the gray floor tiles, overlapping each other.

The assistant squatted on the other side and used a reflector to add some light.

When her number was called, Yang Zhiyan's heart started racing.

Qin Yuzheng felt her grip on his hand tighten a little, but he didn't look down at her.

He held her hand tightly, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand.

The staff member behind the window was a woman in her forties, wearing a uniform and glasses.

She took the two people's identification documents and glanced at the computer screen.

"Did you bring your ID card and household registration book?" Qin Yuzheng and Yang Zhiyan nodded at the same time.

"Where are the photos? Were they taken on-site or outside?" Qin Yuzheng said they were taken on-site.

The staff member stood up and led them to the adjacent photography room.

A red backdrop, a camera mounted on a tripod, and a staff member in a dark T-shirt sitting behind the machine.

"Please sit closer together, shoulders touching."

Yang Zhiyan sat down in the chair, and Qin Yuzheng sat down next to her, his shoulder touching hers.

The staff member glanced through the viewfinder and said, "His head is tilted slightly to the left."

Both of them veered slightly to the left.

"The bride should smile." Yang Zhiyan smiled.

"Groom, smile too, don't be so serious." Qin Yuzheng's lips curved slightly.

The staff member pressed the shutter. "Done."

The photos were printed quickly: two red-background photos of two people with their heads close together, smiling, neither looking at the camera, but at each other.

Back at the window, the staff pasted the photo onto the form, stamped it, and the steel stamp made a soft "click" as it landed on the red cover.

She handed over the two marriage certificates.

Congratulations! May you grow old together in happiness.

Qin Yuzheng even took out wedding candy and distributed it to the staff.

Yang Zhiyan teased Qin Yuzheng, saying, "No wonder you've been married once, you even thought of that."

His tone carried an unconscious hint of jealousy.

Qin Yuzheng said, "Baby, you're wronging me. It was just a formality. The makeup, the photoshoot, and the wedding candy were all Liu Minlan's suggestions. She wanted to leave us with the most beautiful memories and hoped we could receive blessings from others."

"I only care so much about our affairs because I love you, and I always want to leave behind the most beautiful memories."

Yang Zhiyan snorted.

Qin Yuzheng came over and kissed him. "Okay, baby, it's my fault for not meeting you sooner."

Yang Zhiyan took the small red book. Its cover was hard and red, and the gold lettering reflected the light.

Well, it is indeed a pity that I didn't meet Qin Yuzheng sooner.

However, Yang Zhiyan felt she had been a bit too sensitive lately. Like just now, she felt her jealousy was inexplicable.

Yang Zhiyan attributed all of this to the fact that her studio had been too busy lately, causing her menstrual cycle to become irregular and her hormones to be unstable.

She opened it, and inside were two people's names, the date, and the pattern of an embossed seal.

She ran her fingers slowly across the cover, feeling the slight bumps and grooves under her fingertips.

Qin Yuzheng took his own copy, opened it, and glanced at it.

Yang Zhiyan noticed that his fingers slowly rubbed the corner of the marriage certificate, and his gaze moved from the gold lettering on the cover to the photo.

Then Qin Yuzheng put the marriage certificate away. Yang Zhiyan asked why.

Qin Yuzheng said in a serious tone, "I'm going to lock the safe; it's our most important possession."

Yang Zhiyan, for some reason, blurted out, "It is indeed quite important; we'll need it for the divorce."

Qin Yuzheng grabbed Yang Zhiyan and kissed her twice. "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you trying to annoy me?"

This was the first time Yang Zhiyan had heard Boss Qin swear. She quickly said, "Pah, pah, pah, I'm sorry, I just meant to..."

Qin Yuzheng firmly stated, "We will not get a divorce."

Yang Zhiyan nodded.

As I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sunlight shone directly on the stone steps at the entrance.

The photographer stood at the bottom of the steps and took a picture of the two people from behind.

Fortunately, the atmosphere improved again. Mr. Qin's expression was so unpleasant just now that it scared the guy filming him.

Yang Zhiyan's hand was being held by Qin Yuzheng. She turned her head to look at him. The corners of his mouth were curved, and his silhouette was very clear in the sunlight. Yang Zhiyan stood next to him.

They stood there for a few seconds when a gust of wind blew by, causing Yang Zhiyan's scarf to flutter slightly. Qin Yuzheng reached out and pressed it down for her.

The assistant crouched down and adjusted the angle of the reflector to allow light to come in from the front. The photographer pressed the shutter.

After getting on the bus, we prepared to go back.

"I'll call Grandma." Qin Yuzheng took out his phone, dialed Grandma Qin's number, and put it on speakerphone.

I answered it after it rang twice.

"Ah Zheng?" Grandma Qin's voice came through the microphone.

Qin Yuzheng told Grandma Qin about their marriage certificate.

"You received it?" Grandma Qin's voice was filled with unexpected joy.

"I got it. I have the marriage certificate."

"Okay, okay, okay." She said "okay" three times in a row. "Come back for dinner tonight, Grandma has prepared big red envelopes for you."

Qin Yuzheng glanced at Yang Zhiyan, "Okay, let's go back tonight."

Grandma Qin gave a few more instructions, such as "Take good care of Yan Yan," "Don't let her go hungry," and "Come early tonight," before hanging up the phone.

Qin Yuzheng put his phone away and started the car.

Yang Zhiyan turned her head to look at him, "Are you really going back tonight?"

"Yes," he said, turning on his turn signal and driving the car out of the parking lot. "Grandma is happy."

Qin Yuzheng escorted her to the bottom of Shengshi Tianxi Building.

"I have a meeting this afternoon, so I can't be with you." His tone was apologetic. "I'll pick you up tonight, and we'll go to Grandma's together."

Yang Zhiyan nodded. She understood that Qin Yuzheng was busy with his work as a high-ranking leader.

But on this joyous day, Yang Zhiyan didn't want to go to work. She felt she'd been feeling lazy and sleepy lately.

So Yang Zhiyan went home to rest, while Qin Yuzheng went to work.