Ok, I’ll take responsibility. We’ll register our marriage.’
Gu Jing pressed her back against the counter. ‘What do you want to do?’
An employee behind the counter passed Gu Jing a form. ‘Here’s a marriage registration form.’
‘Wait! You can’t get married like this. He also needs to write down on the form like how much child support he’ll pay monthly as a guarantee for his wife,’ the man said. He pointed a finger at Zhen Lang. ‘What will you give your wife?’
Zhen Lang pretended to contemplate for a while. ‘I’ll give you all the money in my bank account, ok?’
‘Ok!’ the angry mob said.
‘I’ll transfer all my assets to you including my shares, ok?’ Zhen Lang asked.
‘Ok!’ the angry mob said.
Zhen Lang picked up a pen and he wrote down everything he promised Gu Jing on their marriage registration form. Then he filled out the form for both of them and he put the pen down on the counter. ‘Ok, let’s register our marriage.’
That day a group of people witnessed a rare sighting of a rich man in a suit was forced to marry a woman who wore wrinkled clothes.
Gu Jing didn’t understand what happened, but suddenly a completed marriage registration form with only her signature absent was put on the counter in front of her.
‘I… I can’t get married because I didn’t bring my family birth record,’ Gu Jing said.
‘I brought your family birth record here,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing didn’t get to ask Zhen Lang why he had her family birth record, because he wrapped an arm around her waist and he kissed her. She could only register his soft lips and hot tongue. Her body weakened. His kiss felt more intoxicating than alcohol and her soul floated on top of clouds.
Zhen Lang let go of Gu Jing. He saw the dreamy look in her eyes and he whispered in her ear. ‘Sign your name.’
Zhen Lang kissed Gu Jing senseless so she carelessly picked up a pen and signed her name on the form in front of her.