This year's Lantern Festival coincidentally fell on a workday, so the couple chose to register their marriage that day.
Rejecting the bodyguard escort sent by Chairman Pei, Young Master Pei rode his flashy motorbike, taking Jiang Shuyao, who was about to become Mrs. Pei, all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau in a cloud of dust.
The little red book, light in the palm of the hand, yet feeling so substantial.
Pei Yan looked at the photo in the top right corner for a while and sighed softly, "Out of all your photos, this one is the best."
After saying that, he touched the embossed steel stamp below with his fingertip, "This thing can't be faked, can it?"
Seeing someone looking like they were still dreaming, Jiang Shuyao twisted his thigh lightly but firmly.
"Let's look at it slowly later, Old Jiang said Uncle Pei has already arrived, so we should hurry."
