Finally getting this woman to agree to marry him, how could he let such a great opportunity slip away so easily?
During these moments of compromise, Lin Mubai felt like his heart was bleeding. Imagine him, Young Master Lin, a man so many women dreamed about, yet his charm seemed to have no effect on this woman. Was his appeal really not working?
An Nan found this man’s pitiful look incredibly adorable, giving her a sense of wanting more. She couldn’t bear to see him too upset, so she straightforwardly offered a deadline: "How about my birthday?"
Lin Mubai initially thought the deadline would be at least six months away, but it turned out to be just her birthday, which was only a month away. Instantly, a joyous expression spread across his handsome face, outshining even the feng shui paintings on the wall.
An Nan stared blankly at him, not even remembering how she left the conference room in the end.
The photo-taking and signing went smoothly afterward, though An Nan clearly saw the sleepy look on the staff’s faces. Unable to resist, she turned to the man beside her and asked, "Is this really okay for us? Shouldn’t we come back for the marriage certificate in the morning?"
No matter how she thought about it, this seemed quite bizarre. Who gets married in the middle of the night? Were they going to set this precedent?
However, there was no way Lin Mubai would let her back out at such a crucial moment. He immediately signaled to the staff, who promptly said, "Mrs. Lin, it’s no trouble at all. As happiness ambassadors, our mission is to open avenues to happiness for couples everywhere. Today, it is our honor to serve you. Mrs. Lin, just sign here, and we’ll take care of the rest."
Although the information couldn’t be inputted into the computer immediately, this was not a problem. After conferring among themselves, the staff decided to input the information for the couple first thing in the morning. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel•fire.net
An Nan, swayed by a few words, signed her name.
Beside her, Lin Mubai witnessed this scene and shot a grateful look at the staff, already thinking that this was a very capable diplomat he could bring into his company for nurturing.
Everything proceeded just as the staff who had swayed An Nan said—it was very smooth.
When the two red booklets were handed to them, a strange sensation instantly swept over both of them.
An Nan questioned herself internally, "Was it really this simple? Did she just marry this man beside her? Everything felt so unreal. She wondered if she could still return the ’goods’ now." But soon, she dismissed this thought, knowing it wouldn’t be possible. She hadn’t even spoken, and the man beside her would reprimand her madly.
Holding his own red booklet tightly in his palm, Lin Mubai felt an immense sense of satisfaction. His feelings were much more real, for this was something he had longed for—to marry the woman next to him and add her to his household register.
At that moment, he truly wanted to shout to the world, "I, Lin Mubai, am 25 years old this year, and I have married a wife."