Coming out of the civil affairs office, Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang each held a little red book.
Yang Fei lit a cigarette, really wishing to find a place to cool off for a bit.
Even though he had returned for a matchmaking meeting and had promised his master he would try to get along well with the other party, he never expected things to progress this quickly.
Most crucially, the woman was even more proactive than he was.
Watching Qin Yanyang slip the marriage certificate into her beige purse, Yang Fei finally couldn’t resist asking her, "What on earth did you see in me?"
Qin Yanyang blinked and said, "You don’t seem distasteful."
Yang Fei was startled.
Qin Yanyang pointed to her eyes, "I’m pretty accurate at judging people. Plus, my grandfather never lies to me. He said he’d find me a reliable man who can take care of me for life, so I came. Moreover, if I didn’t marry you, I would have to obey my parents’ arrangements and marry someone I really dislike."
Towards the end, she looked at Yang Fei apologetically and said, "Marrying me, you might encounter a lot of trouble, can you..."
Yang Fei waved his hand and said, "Trouble or whatever doesn’t matter, I just feel like our progress is a bit too fast... Are we really married?"
Qin Yanyang nodded, "Yes, married."
"Seriously?" Yang Fei asked.
Qin Yanyang smiled slightly, "You don’t seem like someone who makes impulsive decisions without consideration. Since you didn’t refuse before the certificate, why worry about it now?"
Fuck, this woman has seen right through me.
"So, why did you agree to marry me?" Qin Yanyang countered.
After some thought, Yang Fei said, "If I say I once experienced all the splendors of the world, but now just want to settle for a simple life, would you believe me?"
Qin Yanyang shook her head and said, "Speak human."
She clearly didn’t believe it.
It was utterly nonsensical.
Pretending to have experienced so much at a year younger than me, what’s with the act of depth?
"I come from a poor, remote place, I’m an orphan, and it was my uncle who raised me. I met my master when I was thirteen. He gave me a chance to make something of myself. Now I’ve met the biggest hurdle in my life, and Master says you are my opportunity; that as long as I marry you, I can turn bad luck into good." Yang Fei explained.
Qin Yanyang frowned slightly, uncertain whether to believe this story but she didn’t press on, instead saying, "I hope we can be honest with each other in the future. I have things to do this afternoon. This is the house key. I’ve sent you the address on WeChat. Contact me by phone if there’s anything."
After speaking, she drove off in that red Mercedes, leaving without looking back.
Yang Fei watched the car until it was out of sight, then lifted his head to glance at a window in the building across the street, his brows slightly furrowed.
Is someone keeping tabs on Qin Yanyang?
Who exactly is this wife of mine?
Meanwhile, inside the car, Qin Yanyang’s face was cold as ice as she dialed a number, "Zhang Yunqing, this is the first time, and I hope it’s the last. If I find out you’ve sent someone to watch me again, I’ll break your legs."
The other end of the phone remained silent for a moment before a voice that was clearly suppressing anger came through, "Yanyang, do you really need to take things this far just to avoid our engagement?"
"That was merely the wishful thinking of my parents and your Zhang Family. I, as well as my grandfather, never agreed to your proposal," Qin Yanyang retorted decisively.
"Who is he? In this whole world, who else but I, Zhang Yunqing, is worthy of you, Qin Yanyang? You are the Heavenly Pride Girl, a phoenix above the nine heavens. Who is he to be worthy?"
The anger could no longer be contained as his voice took on a low growl and roar.
Qin Yanyang calmly responded, "Even if he is a pile of cow dung, from now on, he is my man, Qin Yanyang’s, and that makes him the most fertile nutrient in the world."
With that, she hung up the call.
In Imperial City, within the most upscale villa district, Zhang Yunqing stood in a villa listening to the busy tone on the phone. His handsome face twisted with a touch of ferocity as he furiously smashed his phone onto the ground.
The cell phone shattered into pieces.
Zhang Yunqing gritted his teeth, furious as he roared, "Damn it, you’re mine, and nobody else can snatch you away! You think you can just find any man to act as a shield, think you can escape my palm by getting married? Well then, I’ll make you a widow."
"The woman I, Zhang Yunqing, set my sights on will either be unmarried or a widow!"
He was Second Young Master Zhang of the Zhang Family; with the family’s current high and mighty status, who would dare to lay a finger on the woman he had marked as his?
Meanwhile, after Yang Fei got into the taxi, the driver asked him where he would like to go. He hurriedly took out his cell phone, saw Qin Yanyang had sent him a location, and told the driver the address.
"Wow, you’re heading to Binhai’s wealthiest and most prestigious residential villa area," remarked the taxi driver upon hearing the address, his eyes darting back and forth between Yang Fei in the rearview mirror.
Yang Fei even noticed the driver’s doubtful gaze.
Yang Fei just smiled and did not engage in conversation.
He looked at his phone, which showed only two contacts listed as friends: one labeled "Master" and the other "Blind Date."
After some thought, he changed "Blind Date" to "Wife."
Just as he finished editing, he noticed there was a new post in his Moments and couldn’t resist clicking on it.
It was a post from Qin Yanyang. Chapters first released on ɴovelfire.net
There were two pictures: a cover photo of a marriage certificate and another of its content.
The caption read: "Please take good care of me for the rest of our lives!"
Looking at these eight characters, Yang Fei suddenly felt a warmth and coziness he had never experienced before, as a charming smile formed on his lips.
He left an eight-character comment: "Let’s look after each other and move forward together."
What he didn’t know was that Qin Yanyang’s Moments post had thrown a nuclear weapon into the real high society circles of China Imperial City, causing a huge uproar.
After exiting Qin Yanyang’s Moment, Yang Fei tapped on his master’s contact.
There was no response.
"Sigh, Master oh Master, do you really consider me a true apprentice?" Yang Fei silently lamented in his heart.
It was like he had a master, yet didn’t have one.
At the age of thirteen, the old man had appeared out of nowhere, presenting him with an opportunity.
For the past ten years, it had always been the old man who initiated contact with him—he was generally left to grow on his own.
Once he made a name for himself overseas, the old man would occasionally ask him to do some task.
After the incident a year ago, the old man had actually taken the initiative to contact him, informing him about his current physical condition and seeking treatment. To his surprise, the old man told him to return to China, saying that all he needed to do was to marry a woman named Qin Yanyang, and the rest would fall into place.
The old man enjoyed speaking in riddles, and although Yang Fei was full of questions, he had nowhere to turn for answers.
At a red light, the cab stopped to wait, and Yang Fei was about to ask how much longer it would take to reach the destination when he suddenly had a premonition.
He turned his head abruptly.
A speeding concrete mixer was barreling towards them from behind.
Showing no signs of braking.
Yang Fei’s pupils shrank. Without a second thought, he shouted, "Get out of the car, quick!"
As he spoke, he violently pushed the car door open and, like an arrow released from its bow, he flew out of the taxi’s back seat.
The mixer truck slammed mercilessly into the taxi.
The rear half of the taxi was compressed flat, and the entire vehicle was hurled forward by the force of the mixer truck’s momentum.
The mixer truck did not slow down, it crazily pushed the taxi forward and eventually smashed into a small hillside about twenty meters across the road.