"Qiubai, when will you marry me? I'll be thirty-eight after the new year." Zhong Yuying cautiously asked while Tang Qiubai was in a good mood.
Tang Qiubai was reviewing a stack of documents carefully, didn't even lift his head, and replied nonchalantly, "What's the rush? You know how busy I am right now, I don't have time to get married. Just be good and wait a little longer, let's talk when I get through this busy period."
The man's tone was cold, without a hint of warmth, making Zhong Yuying's heart jolt. She bit her lip secretly but maintained a flowery smile on her face.
"Qiubai, I don't need a grand ceremony. We can just go to the civil affairs bureau to get the certificate, it only takes five minutes. It won't take much of your time." Zhong Yuying pretended to be aggrieved, looking at Tang Qiubai with a flattering expression.
