Before the words were out of her mouth, her right hand was held by Song Baiyan.
The dry warmth on the back of her hand made Tang Li momentarily forget what she was about to say.
Even though they were already the closest of partners, being held like this suddenly still made her feel... a little bit awkward.
However, looking at their interlocked fingers, she couldn’t help but smile.
But when Song Baiyan turned around, Tang Li straightened her lips, her face showing little expression, though the strength of her grip betrayed her true feelings at the moment.
As he raised his left hand to close the door, Song Baiyan asked, "Will you be nervous about registering later?"
"What about you?" Tang Li turned the question back on him.
Looking at Song Baiyan, appearing the same as usual, she couldn’t help but pursue, "Are you a bit nervous about becoming a husband soon?"
Seeing her pretending to be calm yet obviously restless, Song Baiyan affectionately squeezed her small hand and said, perhaps a bit wistfully, "A daughter of the Tang Family, grown up and today wed into the Song Family. It’s fortunate the pear blossoms have not withered."
Tang Li: "..."
She truly hadn’t expected Song Baiyan to tease her like this.
A pear blossom pressing a crabapple branch isn’t particularly a compliment.
To put it plainly, it means an old cow eating young grass.
Tang Li’s slight nervousness was also dispelled by this teasing.
As for the prenup agreement, Song Baiyan didn’t have such notions, so there was naturally no need to draft one.
The staff from the marriage registration office arrived punctually.
Sitting in the meeting room, Tang Li saw the stamps and red booklets they brought, stirring a wave of emotion within her.
She had been through the same procedure in her past life.
Except, the person sitting beside her was no longer Han Jifeng.
Those unpleasant and oppressive memories truly stayed in her previous life. In fact, fate hadn’t treated her unfairly. It gave her a chance to start over, to find someone who genuinely cherished her, someone with whom she had such a deep connection.
When it came time for the photo session, Ji Ming brought in a phone.
—It was business-related for Song Baiyan.
Song Baiyan took the phone and walked over to the window to answer it.
In the meeting room, the staff began to work.
Seeing others setting up the background and moving chairs, Tang Li looked increasingly idle.
She actually wanted to pick up the marriage certificates in progress and have a look, but she was afraid of being ’teased’ for being overly eager, so she adhered to a bit of reserve and sat ’silly’ on the chair.
After finishing the call, Song Baiyan noticed Tang Li in front of the conference table.
She appeared a bit uneasy, almost picking at her fingernails.
Handing the phone to Ji Ming beside him, Song Baiyan was the first to sit down in front of the photo background.
Then, he extended his left hand toward Tang Li, a hint of a smile in his deep eyes: "Aren’t you coming over yet?"
Tang Li curved her lips into a smile and immediately got up to follow.
When she grasped Song Baiyan’s dry large hand, she was pulled down to sit on the chair.
Behind them was the bright red backdrop, and she wore a white shirt just like Song Baiyan, who dressed like this every day. Today, she was the one clearly prepared.
Initially, it didn’t feel like much, but when the camera lens focused on her, the deliberate nature of it felt stronger.
Fortunately, when the staff counted ’3,’ her right hand was once again squeezed.
The warmth on the back of her hand made her smile at the camera.
As the shutter button clicked, the back of her hand was gently held tight.
On this sunny, breezy day, twenty-year-old Tang Li officially entered the fortress of marriage.
In this fortress, there was a man she loved.
And a man who loved her.
No resentment, no settling, only anticipation for the future.
From this moment on, she and Song Baiyan were officially legally married.