Gu Qili, although she knew the name Mu Shuoqian, was seeing him in person for the first time. She heard that he was a loner and hardly socialized, rarely appearing in public events.
When filling in the age section of the form, she earnestly wrote down his date of birth; he was 30 years old this year, nine years older than her. In her heart, she silently called him "Uncle".
After filling out all the forms, she handed them over for him to sign. Without even looking, he carelessly scrawled his name as if what she had filled in was not important at all.
Before taking the photo, Gu Qili specially washed her face, her already damp hair mischievously sticking to her forehead. She tightened her ponytail a bit more, making herself look a bit less disheveled. This content belongs to NoveI[F]ire.net
Fortunately, the photo was only of the upper body; her mud-stained pants were not visible. Gu Qili inwardly gave a wry smile – probably even those who came here to divorce were not as bedraggled as she was.
After completing all the procedures, the registrar gave each of them a little red book. Gu Qili opened hers and touched the somewhat hot marriage certificate, as if still in a daze.
She couldn’t believe that she had married herself off so hastily, and to a stranger at that. Apart from his surname and his name, she knew nothing about him.
However, none of this was important to her. What she wanted was the Gu Family Vineyard, the obsession that her father couldn’t let go of even on his deathbed.
When she left the Civil Affairs Bureau, the bright sun had already come out. The piercing light made Gu Qili feel a moment of disorientation. She had entered the place single; now, stepping out, she had become a married woman.
A black Maybach 62 was parked at the entrance, with his chauffeur standing outside, a young and robust man with short hair and handsome features, holding a bag. Seeing her approach, he stepped forward a few steps to hand it to her, his attitude very gentle.
That was the first time she saw Yuan Yi.
Gu Qili took the bag and opened it to find two pieces of clothing. She looked puzzledly at the silent man.
His long legs had already stepped into the car. Without looking at her, he said indifferently, "Get changed, we’re going to eat."
Gu Qili looked around; there was nowhere to change clothes. After thinking for a moment, she turned and walked back into the Civil Affairs Bureau, thinking of the restroom there.
Soon, she came out changed, hesitating for a moment before opening the door and getting into the car, which was comfortably cool with the air conditioning on.
There were two seats in the back; he was sitting on the right, currently looking at a laptop on his lap. Finding it dull, she could only lean on the car window to observe the passing scenery.
After an indeterminate amount of time, he suddenly spoke, "Regarding the shares, I hope you can forget about it. For the Mu Family’s side, just do what you, the Second Young Master of Mu Family’s wife, are supposed to do. Two years later, the shares come to me, the vineyard to you."
She didn’t understand what she was supposed to do.
He explained with some impatience, "I don’t want it to be known that we got married because of Mu’s shares."
Gu Qili understood. He didn’t want the people of Mu Family to know that he had taken control of the Mu Family’s three percent share. It seemed that there was unrest within the Mu Family, and the struggles were fierce. Even a mere three percent was precious and could help him take control at a critical moment.
She obediently nodded, "Got it, just pretend to be affectionate."
Mu Shuoqian glanced at her and caught her squinting and smiling foolishly at him, looking like a guileless koala.
He lowered his head back to his computer, silently typing ’koala’ into the search engine.
After comparing the photos, he thought they really did look alike.