Wen Qiao's mouth formed an "O" shape, hardly believing that these words had actually come from Fu Jinghen.
Was he asking for a kiss?
"We have no official relationship right now, and it's not proper for me to kiss you, neither in name nor in word."
"Would it be alright if it were proper in name and word?" Fu Jinghen's eyes clearly lit up, "If you're willing, we could get the marriage certificate tomorrow."
Marriage certificate?
That would be the death of him.
When she had first arrived here, it was their engagement party and the deal was already sealed, unchangeable. Now, if they were to start over, wouldn't they need to go through the whole process properly?
No proposal, no diamond ring, and he expected to just get a bargain wife for free?
Was he trying to pick grapes without bending down?
