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After leaving the marriage registration office, Jiang Chengyu drove Shen Tang back to her company. He didn’t know if others celebrated grandly after getting their marriage certificate.
The sense of ritual was something that used to be a mere decoration for him, a decoration for over twenty years, until five years ago, when he met Shen Tang. The sense of ritual was then slowly picked up, bit by bit.
“I’ll pick you up for lunch outside.”
Shen Tang still had a pile of work to deal with. “Aren’t you busy?”
She spoke absentmindedly, flipping through the two marriage certificates, admiring them repeatedly. From the ID numbers to their photos, she read every piece of information on them.
She even memorized the marriage certificate number.
Jiang Chengyu saw her mind was not on him. He gently took the marriage certificates from her hand and put them in her bag. “If you look at them all at once, you’ll get tired of them and won’t want to see them again later.”
“Where do you want to go for lunch?” He insisted on taking her out to celebrate.
Shen Tang was immersed in the joy of getting married. Drinking water was enough for her, let alone eating out.
She moved the bag from her lap to the side, shifting closer to him until she was right next to him.
“You’re a feast for the eyes, no need for actual food.”
As she spoke, she slipped her hand into the slight gap between his back and the seat, wrapping her arm around his waist.
Shen Tang rested her chin on his chest, rising and falling with the gentle rhythm of his breathing.
Jiang Chengyu looked down at her. When she clung to him, there was not a trace of Shen Boss about her.
He indulged her: “If you don’t want to go out, I’ll order food and have it delivered to your office, and I’ll eat with you there.”
“It’s troublesome to go back and forth.”
She absolutely couldn’t tolerate eating two big meals in one day, especially since they were going back to the Jiang family’s old residence tonight.
“I’ll just grab a quick bite for lunch, and you can pick me up in the evening.”
Jiang Chengyu had no choice but to give in.
Shen Tang looked out the window on his side. The road was as usual, just people, people everywhere, but today, everything looked different.
It was as if it had its own colors.
Back at the company, it was just past ten o’clock, and everything was as usual.
No one knew she had gotten married to Jiang Chengyu today. They thought she was late because she had an appointment to discuss business. That was the good thing about being a boss; you didn’t need to ask for leave.
No need to explain where she went.
Shen Tang stepped into the company entrance and saw Yuanyuan talking to the bodyguard in the hallway from a distance. If she walked straight over, she might disrupt Yuanyuan’s plan.
As for whether Yuanyuan was confessing, she was just guessing.
Taking advantage of their inattention, Shen Tang retreated outside the door, took out her phone from her bag, and pretended to be replying to messages.
Yuanyuan wasn’t confessing; if she dared to confess face-to-face, she would have truly achieved something.
She still decided to stick to her original plan: give up English and learn Spanish.
“Where’s Sister Tang?”
Yuanyuan had just met the bodyguard face-to-face and was making small talk.
“Not here yet.” The bodyguard naturally wouldn’t easily reveal Shen Tang’s whereabouts, even if it was Yuanyuan, who was close to Shen Tang.
“Oh.” Yuanyuan smiled, not intending to ask further.
“By the way, I plan to learn Spanish recently. I downloaded an app, but maybe because I have no foundation at all, that app isn’t very useful for me.”
The implied meaning was, this time, you’ll have to tutor me one-on-one, right?
Only then would she have more time alone with him.
Of course, Yuanyuan thought what she thought, but when she spoke, she tried to leave herself some leeway: “Do you have any suggestions for me learning Spanish?”
As for suggestions, the bodyguard actually had one: “Focus on learning English well first.”
Yuanyuan: “...”
She forced a smile. “Thank you.”
She asked for nothing.
The bodyguard gave a slight nod and went out to find Shen Tang.
He was always sensitive to his surroundings; he saw everyone who came and went. He had seen Shen Tang enter and then leave just now.
“General Manager Shen.”
Shen Tang was looking down at the marriage certificate, too absorbed. She was startled by the sudden voice.
She feigned calm and put the two marriage certificates in her bag. “Jiang Chengyu will pick me up after work. You’re free tonight.”
Before she even reached her office, congratulatory messages poured in, from He Chuyao, Xiao Dongkai, Cohen, and Lu Zhifei.
Ning Yinchuan also sent her a message: [Congratulations, Tangtang, wish you happiness.]
Shen Tang: [Thank you.]
She asked and found out that Xie Yuncheng knew she got married today and told Cohen and He Chuyao, and then the news spread like that.
Xiao Donghan’s message followed: [Congratulations.]
Just two words, sounding very reluctant.
Shen Tang was still thinking about the script character and took the opportunity to ask him: [Do you really want to authorize the character and experiences?]
Xiao Donghan wasn’t sure what kind of character he was, purely curious: [What kind of character am I?]
Shen Tang: [A true sophisticated scoundrel.]
Xiao Donghan: “...”
Shen Tang’s WeChat messages came one after another:
[Wen Di specializes in men like that.]
[You’ve lived for over thirty years, don’t you want to hold a mirror up to yourself and see what kind of person you really are?]
[If you’ve thought about it and are willing to authorize it, I’ll share your contact information with Wen Di.]
[When Wen Di finishes the first draft, she’ll show it to you first. If you don’t agree, you can withdraw. It’s not a done deal; everything is negotiable.]
Xiao Donghan, like yesterday, went silent afterwards.
The news of Shen Tang’s marriage registration was sent by Qin Xing to a small work group chat, spreading from person to person, and soon everyone in the company knew that she and Jiang Chengyu had registered their marriage today.
Ever since falling out with Qin Xing, Chu Ran rarely popped up in the small group, but today she surfaced, @Shen Tang: [Boss Shen, happy wedding! Forever happy.]
Qin Xing was editing a message, and the congratulatory message he typed was exactly the same as Chu Ran’s.
He was terribly annoyed.
He deleted it.
Chu Ran had a business event today and was putting on makeup. Just as she was about to hand her phone to her assistant for safekeeping, a red packet appeared in the small group chat.
A lingering side effect from snatching red packets in family group chats: seeing a red packet, she’d desperately tap it, winning by speed.
She opened it, and it was 199.99.
She had made a small fortune.
Qin Xing: [What are you doing?! Your eyes! @Chu Ran]
He used an exclamation mark and said she had no eyes.
Chu Ran had already adopted his cold and ruthless gaze and tone.
Chu Ran then noticed the red packet’s note, congratulating Shen Tang and Jiang Chengyu on their wedding.
She awkwardly returned the red packet and sent a congratulatory red packet of the same amount.
Qin Xing sent another red packet to Shen Tang.
Chu Ran couldn’t swallow this anger. A wave of undeserved grievance surged, and she typed a full chat bubble of words to retort him, but hesitated at the last moment before clicking send.
Today was Shen Tang’s happy day; how was what she was doing any different from intentionally spoiling it?
She cut this message and put it in her memo, planning to return it to him with interest another day.
In both large and small group chats, red packets started raining down.
Chu Ran saw that the red packets were sent by Shen Tang, so she confidently snatched them.
Shen Tang was leaning against the bar by the wine cabinet, waiting for coffee. Wen Di called her, her voice husky with un-woken-up laziness. “Your red packet woke me up.”
She was one of the partners in a film and television company, busy writing scripts, and never asked about big or small company matters.
Just now, red packets were flying in the group, and she thought Shen Tang’s phone had a virus.
Wen Di put her phone on speaker and chatted with Shen Tang while lying down. “Tell me, how do you feel about stepping into the ‘marriage fortress’?”
Shen Tang picked up her coffee. “Still floating in the clouds, my feet haven’t touched the ground.”
“You’re not floating in the clouds; you’ve been pushed up by dog food. Enjoy your little life. I’m not talking anymore; I need to get up. Now I have the motivation to make money.”
Shen Tang drank her black coffee, feeling as sweet as if it had sugar. “What motivation?”
Wen Di laughed: “To save up a dowry for our Tangtang!”
She wasn’t just talking; she acted on it. Wen Di threw off her blanket and got up.
While jogging for exercise, she brainstormed how to write that sophisticated scoundrel character.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Tang sat down at her desk with her coffee.
She took photos of the two marriage certificates and posted them on Weibo: [Married.]
‘dy is my sister’: [Congratulations to my beautiful Tangtang! Charge towards happiness!!!]
Chu Xiaoyue commented in seconds, making people wonder if she lived permanently on Shen Tang’s Weibo.
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Evening.
Jiang Chengyu picked up Shen Tang on time. Shen Tang was still wearing the white shirt from the morning’s registration. She asked Jiang Chengyu if she should change into a prettier dress.
Jiang Chengyu: “This is good.”
“Then I won’t change.” Shen Tang liked this shirt simply because it was a couple’s outfit with his.
Jiang Chengyu received a work call, and Shen Tang consciously moved aside, so as not to disturb his conversation.
Bored, Shen Tang took out the marriage certificate to look at, while her other hand unconsciously played with her shirt collar, turning it over and over between her fingers.
Her phone vibrated in her bag, and she reached in to grab it.
Sister Li sent her the day’s work report, which she reviewed carefully.
The half-erect collar was forgotten.
While still on the phone, Jiang Chengyu reached over, pinching her collar with a few fingers to flatten it and tidy it for her.
Shen Tang gently rubbed her chin against the back of his hand. Playfully, she deliberately propped her collar up again.
Shen Tang playfully teased him in silence for a while, enjoying his gentle consideration while he was in a serious work state.
Jiang Chengyu’s phone call lasted over half an hour.
By the time he hung up, the car had already come to a steady stop in the Jiang family’s parking lot.
Today, there were two people in the house whom Shen Tang hadn’t met before: Jiang Mujun and Li Xinhe, Jiang Chengyu’s elder brother and sister-in-law.
She had known that he had an elder brother and sister-in-law since the first day she was with Jiang Chengyu, but she only met them five years later.
Now that they were family, after simple introductions, they chatted casually.
Jiang Mujun’s aura was similar to Old Master Jiang’s—very difficult to approach, subtly giving off a sense of pressure. Jiang Chengyu also had this kind of demeanor, but he was her man, so she had long been accustomed to it.
Li Xinhe was around the same age as Xiao Zhen, and their sharp edges were similar. The only difference was that Li Xinhe was exceptionally gentle when speaking with family members.
“Tangtang, when do you plan to hold the wedding?” Li Xinhe asked, concerned.
Shen Tang: “Haven’t decided yet. I’m afraid there won’t be enough time to prepare this year.”
Jiang Chengyu cut in: “No rush.”
Li Xinhe ate the fruit Jiang Mujun had brought her. She thought Jiang Chengyu hadn’t fully accepted marriage yet and was making excuses to postpone the wedding. “Why no rush? The longer you delay a wedding, the less you want to have it. You might not think it’s anything now, but it will always be a regret later.”
Jiang Chengyu: “We’ll hold it when our daughter is two or three years old. Then someone can walk down the aisle with Tangtang.”
Li Xinhe thought, What if they have a son instead? But regarding having a baby accompany the mother down the aisle, she said: “That’s a good idea.”
Mrs. Jiang was playing chess with Old Master Jiang. They played chess for at least two or three hours every day.
“Tangtang, do you know how to play chess?”
Jiang Chengyu answered for her: “She’s better than you. You only occupy two intersection points when marking positions; she eyes areas on the board and claims them for herself, always victorious.”
Shen Tang: “...”
She couldn’t help but smile.
Others laughed too.
The atmosphere gradually relaxed.
In the kitchen, it was bustling. Jiang Chengyu led Shen Tang into the kitchen to help out.
There were many people tonight, so Fu Chenglin couldn’t make all the dishes himself, and the chef helped.
The dishes Fu Chenglin made were basically all that Li Zheng loved. Jiang Chengyu also wanted to make a dish for Shen Tang, but his culinary skill was limited to making smashed cucumbers.
Li Zheng had returned, hurrying to make it and finally arriving on time.
“Fu Chenglin?”
Fu Chenglin responded: “In the kitchen.”
Li Zheng saw him and found her soul.
Jiang Chengyu was washing cucumbers, with Shen Tang standing beside him watching.
The congratulations had already been given, but Li Zheng offered her blessings face-to-face again, “Little Uncle and Little Auntie, happy wedding.”
Shen Tang smiled sweetly, “Thank you.”
Jiang Chengyu looked up. “Zhengzheng, you once told me that you wanted to find a boyfriend who would be filial to me. Do you remember that?”
Fu Chenglin: “...”
He really wanted to hit Jiang Chengyu with the spatula in his hand.
Li Zheng blinked. “...Did I?”
She burst out laughing.
The conversation shifted into playful banter.
Finally, at eight o’clock, the family sat down for dinner.
The plate of smashed cucumbers Jiang Chengyu made was deliberately left untouched by the family. Since Jiang Chengyu made it himself, and today was a special day, they saved it for Shen Tang.
No matter how it tasted, Shen Tang cherished it like a treasure, leaving not a single piece.
On the way back to the villa, Shen Tang drank a bottle of soda water.
Upon arriving home, the first thing she did was go into the kitchen to pour herself some water.
Jiang Chengyu followed her into the kitchen. “Why are you drinking so much water?”
“Thirsty.”
It was because the smashed cucumbers were too salty.
Jiang Chengyu realized belatedly, “Did I put too much salt in the smashed cucumbers?”
Shen Tang shook her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “My husband’s smashed cucumbers are the best in the world.”
Jiang Chengyu looked into her eyes and carried her upstairs.
In the nightstand drawer, there were still two large boxes of condoms.
Jiang Chengyu didn’t take them out tonight; there was no barrier between them.
One of the wall lamps was on.
They gazed at each other.
Shen Tang gripped his arm, feeling like a small boat on a stormy sea, tossing and turning.
She was enduring immense winds and waves.
She could capsize any second.
Jiang Chengyu’s hair hadn’t been dried after showering, and water droplets fell from the tips of his strands. He kept looking down at her.
A man in passion was unspeakably sensual.
“Wife.”
“Mm.” This wasn’t a response to his ‘mm.’
Shen Tang was thrown high onto the crest of a giant wave.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head and deeply kissed her.
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