novelraw Chapter 3 Obtaining a Marriage Certificate
Chapter 3 Obtaining a Marriage Certificate
Looking at Qin Yuhe's handsome and radiant face, Song Xinya replied, "Mr. Qin is exceptionally elegant and refined. If we had met before, I would definitely remember him vividly."
Qin Yuhe felt the same way.
Song Xinya's face was bright and striking, with captivating fox-like eyes that were both upturned and slanted. Every gesture she made exuded charm, and she was so beautiful that she could grab everyone's attention at first glance.
It is very distinctive.
Besides her appearance, her figure is also very distinctive; she is very tall and very thin.
Her waist was so slender and delicate that it seemed impossible to grasp it with a single hand.
The area that should be big is also very big.
Qin Yuhe would remember such a woman with a distinctive personal style and charm if he had met her before.
But for some reason, the moment he saw her, a feeling of déjà vu washed over Qin Yuhe.
Song Xinya felt her cheeks burning as he stared intently at her. His gaze was tangible, like a burning flame.
To break the rising temperature, she asked, "What are Mr. Qin's hobbies?"
Qin Yuhe: "Make money."
Song Xinya: "?"
She then smiled and said, "I also like making money."
Qin Yuhe: "I enjoy the busyness of work taking up all my time, and the sense of accomplishment from earning money."
Song Xinya: "Me too."
Qin Yuhe: "Besides liking to make money, I also like to spend money on others."
Song Xinya raised an eyebrow, sensing the hidden meaning in his words.
Qin Yuhe gazed at her with his deep black eyes and continued, "If you marry me, I will give you a 1200-square-meter detached villa in a prime location, a Porsche Ice Berry Pink as your car, a housekeeper, and you won't need to do any housework. In addition, I will give you 200,000 yuan in pocket money every month."
In the animal kingdom, males attract females by singing, displaying their plumage, performing chest-shaking dances, and exposing their buttocks.
That's right, Qin Yuhe is also taking similar actions.
He is demonstrating his economic strength.
He wanted a girl to marry him; he couldn't let her suffer with him.
Moreover, with his strength, he is capable of providing the other party with a comfortable material life.
Of course, he also had his requirements.
From a certain perspective, his demands are not something that most women can accept.
Since he came to the blind date, Qin Yuhe was there with the intention of getting married.
Marriage means that two people will live together. Over time, their true nature will be revealed. He doesn't like to deceive women, nor does he like to be overly passionate towards women before marriage and then leave them aside after marriage. He likes to put everything out in advance, respect the other person, and give them the right to choose.
Qin Yuhe frankly stated, "My work is very busy, often requiring business trips and overseas travel, leaving me with little time to devote to my partner. My ideal marriage is one where we respect each other and don't interfere with each other's lives. Ms. Song, can you accept that?"
Song Xinya silently uttered two words in her heart: indifferent person.
Some people feel anxious if they don't receive a message from someone within five minutes, while others feel it's okay to reply the next day.
They want the other person to respond to everything, enjoy the sense of security that comes from receiving a lot of messages from them, like the other person to reveal their emotional needs to them, and if the other person doesn't reply to their messages, they hope that the other person will take the initiative to tell them why.
There's nothing wrong with this high demand; there's no need to feel ashamed or try to overcome it.
The best way to solve the problem is to find people with similarly high needs, so that no one will feel overwhelmed and everyone will feel happier.
Those with high demand should seek out those with high demand, and those with low demand should seek out those with low demand.
Song Xinya looked at Qin Yuhe and said, "Mr. Qin, this is also my ideal marriage."
Having grown up surrounded by high society, she knew the unwritten but tacit rules of marriage in wealthy families, and proactively asked, "Is a prenuptial agreement necessary?"
Qin Yuhe: "Yes, we need to."
Song Xinya is not opposed to signing a prenuptial agreement. She has never participated in or provided any help to others who earn money through their own efforts before marriage. It is a favor if others give her money, and it is their right not to.
This is the first time she and Qin Yuhe have met, and they don't have much of a relationship yet.
Moreover, for a family with the Qin family's background, money isn't measured in tens of thousands, but in hundreds of millions. The empire that generations have painstakingly built is naturally in their own hands.
Putting yourself in her shoes, if she had a huge amount of property before marriage, she would definitely also ask to sign a prenuptial agreement with her partner.
Qin Yuhe asked, "Ms. Song, is this acceptable?"
Song Xinya smiled faintly and said, "Why not?"
Qin Yuhe smiled slightly and said, "Ms. Song, I think we are a good match. My family is urging me to get married. If you think it's okay, let's go get our marriage certificate now."
Song Xinya took out her ID from her bag: "I always carry my ID with me."
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The coffee shop door opened from the inside, and Qin Yuhe walked out.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, the assistant exclaimed excitedly, "See? See? Mr. Qin's blind date has fallen through again. I won this bet!"
He held out his hand to the driver: "Ten thousand yuan, pay up!"
The driver, dejected, took out his phone to transfer the money, then looked up and saw—
Under the scorching sun, Qin Yuhe stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, holding the door open for a woman. After she came out, he released the doorknob.
The driver put his phone away again, his crying face turning into a smiling one: "It's still uncertain who will win or lose."
The assistant turned his head and saw Qin Yuhe walking over with a woman in a red dress, his eyes widening in surprise.
What the hell is going on?
The assistant hurriedly pushed open the door and went out, bending down to open the back door for Qin Yuhe.
As Song Xinya consciously moved to the other side of the car and reached for the door, a slender, pale hand reached out and opened the door before she could.
Her fingers brushed against the back of his hand, and it felt as if tiny electric currents were coursing through his fingertips, sending shivers down his spine.
Qin Yuhe stood beside her like a gentleman, one hand resting on the roof of the car.
Song Xinya lowered her eyes and sat in the car, her fair arm bumping against his waist and abdomen, the hem of her red skirt sliding tenderly over his black suit pants.
Song Xinya: "Thank you."
Qin Yuhe: "You're welcome."
After closing the car door, Qin Yuhe walked around to the other side and got into the car.
The assistant witnessed all of this and stood frozen in place, as if petrified.
He had followed Qin Yuhe for many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen President Qin open the car door for someone else.
Previously, no matter what occasion Mr. Qin attended, it was always someone else who opened the car door for him.
The assistant looked at the woman in the red dress again, his gaze immediately filled with respect.
The driver asked, "Mr. Qin, where to next?"
Qin Yuhe: "Civil Affairs Bureau."
The assistant reached for the passenger seat, but his foot slipped, and he slammed his head against the roof, seeing stars and nearly losing his brains.
"Civil Affairs Bureau, Mr. Qin, there are no plans to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau today."
Qin Yuhe: "Now I'm going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to marry Miss Song."
The assistant's dizziness worsened.
The driver beamed with joy; ten thousand yuan in hand, wow!
.........
The Rolls-Royce drove along the road into the distance, and Zhang Yingying walked towards them.
She was wearing a newly bought white Dior dress, Chanel high heels, and exquisite makeup. She had dressed up very carefully and missed Qin Yuhe, who was sitting in the car.
Through the car window, Song Xinya saw Zhang Yingying, and a confident smile appeared on her luscious red lips.
Following Song Xinya's gaze, Qin Yuhe saw the figure in the white dress outside the car. Without pausing or showing any emotion, he turned back.
Zhang Yingying stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, took a deep breath, looking very nervous and serious, and took out a makeup mirror to fix her makeup and hair.
Today, she's here for a blind date with Qin Yuhe, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles.
In order to get the opportunity to go on a blind date with Qin Yuhe, she and her mother, Li Cuirou, planned carefully for a year, contacted many people, and asked for many connections before finally getting this opportunity.
She had inquired beforehand and learned that Qin Yuhe liked women who were pure and innocent, so she specially wore a white dress to see him.
She had to be in top form so that when she met Qin Yuhe, he would take a liking to her at first sight.
After confirming that her makeup and hair were both appropriate and perfect, Zhang Yingying smiled gently and sweetly, then pushed open the door of the coffee shop and went inside.
She glanced around the room but didn't see the beautiful and refined figure she longed for.
A waiter walked past the table and straightened the 6 that was crookedly shaped like a 9.
Zhang Yingying noticed nothing unusual and sat down at table number 6.
She ran her fingers over the collar, chest, and waist, smoothing out every wrinkle, and then parted the slit in the skirt to reveal a pair of slender legs.
Time ticked by, and half an hour had passed since the agreed-upon blind date, but Qin Yuhe still hadn't appeared.
Zhang Yingying's initial excitement and anticipation turned into anxiety.
She called Li Cuirou: "Mom, why isn't Qin Yuhe coming over yet? Is he not coming at all today?"
Li Cuirou: "I've already asked the matchmaker, and President Qin will definitely come."
Zhang Yingying: "But he's already half an hour late."
Li Cuirou: "He's the Crown Prince, with a noble status. His late arrival isn't considered being late; it's considered a privilege."
Zhang Yingying thought about how she was able to go on a blind date with such a privileged man, and naturally projected that privilege onto herself. If she married Qin Yuhe, wouldn't she be able to enjoy the same privileges as the Qin family?
She smiled and said, "I'll keep waiting for Qin Yuhe."
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Inside the Civil Affairs Bureau, Song Xinya and Qin Yuhe sat in front of a large red curtain.
The photographer looked at Song Xinya and said, "Miss, we have prepared a white shirt in the dressing room. You'd better change into it; it will look better in the photos."
Song Xinya entered the changing room and found that the door was broken and could not be closed tightly, leaving a gap when it was closed.
She tried twice, but couldn't close the door properly.
People were coming and going around, and men would walk by from time to time.
Qin Yuhe stood up from the chair, walked over, and stood in front of the changing room door, his tall and imposing figure blocking the gap.
Song Xinya stood inside the door and heard a deep, magnetic voice from outside: "I'm here."
Her worries vanished, and she began to undress.
The zipper was pulled open, making a slight tearing sound; the fabric rubbed against the skin, making a rustling sound; and the skirt was taken off and hung on the hook behind the door, making a rubbing sound.
These tiny sounds reached Qin Yuhe's ears.
He looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the door and suddenly felt that the weather was a bit hot today.
Song Xinya came out after changing her clothes. "All done."
Qin Yuhe turned to look at her, his gaze sweeping down her body from her shoulder.
Song Xinya felt as if she had been burned by fire.
The two returned to the large red curtain and sat at opposite ends of the bench.
The photographer looked at them and said loudly, "Hey newlyweds, this is a wedding photo shoot. The distance between you two is so wide, are you about to be carried by a train?"
As Song Xinya lifted her hips to move closer to Qin Yuhe, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. The strong, hard muscles pressed against her slender waist as he leaned towards her.
Their shoulders bumped together, and the man's cold aura pressed down on her.
During the wedding photo shoot, he kept his arm around her waist the whole time.
The photographer raised his camera and pressed the shutter. It was only a very short time, but after taking the photo, Song Xinya broke out in a thin layer of sweat, especially around her waist, which felt extremely hot.
Standing in the changing room, Song Xinya took off her white shirt and pants.
A beautiful woman was reflected in the mirror, with a slender waist, pert hips, full breasts, long legs, and fair skin, wearing only underwear.
Song Xinya peeked at the man outside through the crack in the door, and suddenly remembered something: they had registered their marriage, and tonight would be her wedding night with Qin Yuhe…
So, is she going to do it with him tonight...?