Chapter 3: Let's Go Get Our Marriage Certificate

And she was also waiting for Fu Xiuyuan to get even angrier.

Sure enough, upon hearing the name Chu Ling, Fu Xiuyuan’s expression turned chillingly cold. The entire Shallow Bay Villa was now shrouded in the oppressive gloom that precedes a violent storm.

However, Shi Jin did not have a major outburst. Her voice, crisp and rich in texture, rang out: "That’s right, Fu-ye is sincere toward me; I know that. That’s why I’m not going to see Chu Ling today!"

"Huh?" Deng Yufei had not expected her to say such a thing.

"But didn't you say earlier that you were going to find Chu Ling today..." Deng Yufei stopped halfway, hurriedly covering her mouth, pretending she had let it slip by accident.

"Do you have a problem with your ears or your brain? I’ve already said I won't see him again! Can you understand that?" Shi Jin said with a smile, her words sharp as needles hidden in silk.

Deng Yufei was instantly rendered speechless.

But looking at Shi Jin, she must be saying this on purpose to lull Fu Xiuyuan into a false sense of security, right?

She still had a little bit of cleverness, at least!

But that was all she had.

Hearing the name Chu Ling once more, the villa grew even colder.

No one dared to say another word.

Deng Yufei revealed her injured hand, hoping that Fu Xiuyuan would notice her.

However, the tall, indifferent man in front of her didn't even glance at her hands, instead turning his back coldly: "Get out. Call a doctor."

The first command was for everyone.

The second was for Song Fan.

Deng Yufei’s heart leaped with joy, and just as she was about to say thank you, she heard Fu Xiuyuan add: "Check where Shi Jin is hurt."

She was deeply disappointed and had no choice but to get out along with the others.

Song Fan sighed inwardly. Shi Jin had caused so much trouble, yet Fu-ye still tolerated her like this—what did she do to deserve such treatment?

After speaking, Fu Xiuyuan turned and left.

"Fu Xiuyuan, are you ready?" The girl’s sweet, clear voice drifted over.

Fu Xiuyuan paused his steps and turned back.

He lifted his eyelids, the fierce aura surrounding him dissipating by more than half because of the girl’s words.

In his eyes, a rare, lingering confusion emerged, as if he couldn't see through today's Shi Jin.

Yet, his palms were clenched tight, bracing for her imminent outburst and escape.

Song Fan was also stunned. What kind of trouble was Miss Shi trying to stir up now?

Couldn't she just settle down for once?

Could it be that she was still thinking about going to see that fiancé who had long since abandoned her?

Didn't she see how angry Fu-ye already was?

"Fu Xiuyuan." Shi Jin called out softly again.

"?" Fu Xiuyuan’s gaze met Shi Jin’s.

His eyes were full of inquiry.

At this moment, Shi Jin no longer had her previous resistance; her clear, shallow eyes rippled with faint waves.

Charming.

Alluring.

Obedient.

A combination of contradictions, yet exceptionally moving.

But, he couldn't understand it.

Song Fan asked subconsciously: "Miss Shi, what exactly are you asking Fu-ye to prepare for?"

"To go get our marriage license, of course." Shi Jin stepped down the stairs, walked a few paces to Fu Xiuyuan, and linked her arm through his.

Fu Xiuyuan’s spine stiffened. His already upright figure stood even straighter, appearing taller and colder.

Shi Jin had always loathed him, yet she was actively getting close to him now?

Song Fan was still immersed in massive shock: "Ma-ma-marriage license? What kind of license?"

"A marriage certificate, isn't it?"

Song Fan was shocked again and again, clutching his chest: "Miss Shi, wasn't your ID already burned?"

What would she use to get a marriage certificate?

Shi Jin pulled her ID out of her bag, a smile in her eyes: "No, it wasn't. Why would I burn my own ID? Am I stupid?"

Song Fan was left dumbfounded.