"What I said is, I got a marriage certificate."
Ning Wan oh-ed, took another sip of her soup, and spoke somewhat nonchalantly, "It’s just a marriage certificate, I thought it was something else..." But less than three seconds after she finished speaking, the soup she just sipped was immediately sprayed out. Fortunately, she turned her head before spraying, thus avoiding drenching the entire table with her soup. With a bang, she forcefully placed the soup bowl on the table, and the next second, Ning Wan’s voice roared like a lioness, "What did you say? What certificate did you just mention you got? A work permit or a temporary residence permit?"
Oh my god, please tell her, it must be her ears that misheard, why did she hear marriage certificate just now?
Song Qiao looked at the bowl Ning Wan had forcefully put down, subconsciously swallowed, figuring if the quality of that bowl wasn’t good, it would have shattered by now.
"Wanwan, it’s neither a work permit nor any temporary residence permit, I got married... I’m already married to someone else, just received the marriage certificate yesterday."
After saying this, Song Qiao watched Ning Wan across from her somewhat cautiously, but couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.
After all, she’s come clean now, hasn’t she? If Ning Wan found out by herself later, Song Qiao feared the outcome would be dire.
Ning Wan’s nerves tensed up, and she stood up abruptly, the chair scraping the floor, making a noise. The next second, the previously calm Ning Wan suddenly became agitated and slapped the table with an air of intense interrogation, "Song Qiao, what the heck is going on?"
"Um... Well, there’s not much to tell, just that after work yesterday, on a beautiful, less traveled street..."
Ning Wan glared at her fiercely, gritting her teeth, "Speak plainly!"
Song Qiao felt so wronged; she only planned to tell Ning Wan that she was married, and she hadn’t even figured out how to explain the reason why yet.
She certainly couldn’t just say that the marriage happened solely because she was provoked by Song Xi’s words, plus the frustration from Gu Linyuan’s betrayal and breakup, leading her to impulsively force a stranger into marriage on the street, could she?
The latter reason might sound a bit more forceful, but Ning Wan would surely point at her forehead and criticize her for having a weak mental threshold.
Her mind racing, Song Qiao finally blurted out an explanation in a simple and crude manner, "It’s just that yesterday after work, I forced a man I hadn’t met before to marry me on the street."
Ning Wan’s mouth gaped open in a perfect O-shape, large enough to fit an egg. The source of thɪs content is NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Even though she knew that their Qiaoqiao was sometimes a bit rough and reckless, she really couldn’t imagine a scene where she’d coerce someone into marriage on the streets.
Moreover, Ning Wan had caught the key point; that man was someone Qiaoqiao had just met for the first time.
Upon recalling something, Ning Wan regained her composure, struggled to suppress the urge to pry open Song Qiao’s head to see what was inside, and took a moment to settle down her own urge to shout in rage before sitting back down. Looking across at Song Qiao, she asked in a relatively calm voice, "Who is the man you married? What does he look like? How’s his family background? Is he good-natured? Does he have a house and a car in An City?"