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n“Brother Han.” Song Ci rested her chin on the back of Han Zhan’s hand. She gazed at him, her lovely eyes clearly reflecting Han Zhan’s image. “Let’s go get registered today.”

nSong Ci’s words surprised Han Zhan.

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nHe went silent.

nAfter a few moments, Han Zhan suddenly said, “You don’t mind taking photos in your neck brace?”

nSong Ci said, “I have many existing photos suitable for the marriage certificate. Give me one of your solo photos, and I can easily photoshop us together to make a wedding photo.”

nHan Zhan was thinking, ‘She really has so many tricks up her sleeves.’

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nThe two of them hurried over to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to get registered. In a blink of an eye, Han Zhan was sitting in the car and staring down at the red marriage certificate on his lap. Thinking of what had happened, Han Zhan suddenly felt it was all very absurd.

nHe was already 32-years-old, not some impulsive 23-year-old guy. Why was he fooling around like this with Song Ci?

nSong Ci carefully studied the marriage certificate. She critiqued the photo on it. “Brother Han, you should smile more in photos. Look, your face is so stern in this photo. You look just like an old fogey.”

nHan Zhan glanced down and smiled in exasperation.

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n“Brother Han, reach out one hand.”

nHan Zhan instinctively reached out his left hand.

nAs if she was performing a magic trick, Song Ci suddenly produced a gold ring.

nStaring at that ring, Han Zhan’s breathing suddenly slowed.

nSong Ci placed the ring on Han Zhan’s ring finger. She raised his left hand and scrutinized it before speaking with satisfaction. “Suits you perfectly. Looks great on you.”

nHan Zhan stared at the gold ring, which had a simple black diamond in the center. It truly suited Han Zhan perfectly. After keeping silent for a long time, Han Zhan asked Song Ci in a low voice, “When did you buy this?”

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n“Last night.” After leaving the Mu Family residence, Song Ci went shopping. “I was afraid that the size might not be accurate, but luckily it fits nicely. It must be fate.”

nSong Ci took out her ring. It was the same design as Han Zhan’s, with just one small black diamond. She was about to put it on her when Han Zhan suddenly reached out and grabbed that ring.

nHe said, “I will put it on for you.”

nSong Ci pursed her lips and shot him a look. She suddenly said, “The groom has to use his right hand to put it on for the bride.”

nSitting in the driver’s seat in front, Long Yu overheard Song Ci’s statement. His expression suddenly changed, and he stole a discreet glimpse at the back from the corner of his eye. Long Yu thought Han Zhan would reject Song Ci’s suggestion, but Han Zhan just kept silent for a couple of moments before nodding his head. “Alright.”

nLong Yu was shocked.

nMr. Han really treated Ms. Song differently.

nFor the first time since they met, Han Zhan took off the glove covering his right hand.

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nAnd that revealed Han Zhan’s right hand.

nTwo fake fingers were fixed on it, which were both flesh-colored. At first glance, one might not detect any difference, but upon closer look, they would notice those immobile fingers.

nThey were slightly curved and looked very real.

nJust before taking off his fake fingers, Han Zhan warned Song Ci, “This might look ugly and disgusting.”

nSong Ci glanced at him with a complex expression. She didn’t speak.

nWithout further hesitation, Han Zhan took off his fake fingers to reveal two ugly, scarred stumps. Han Zhan’s fingers were cut off at the joints. Even after so many years, the scars still looked quite ugly.

nIt was the first time Song Ci saw such a hand. Her breathing turned shallow.

nAfter a moment, she said, “It’s really quite ugly.”

nLong Yu’s back stiffened at her words.

nHan Zhan was momentarily stunned before giving a smile. He didn’t look angry at all. Long Yu stole a peek at Han Zhan as he felt a rush of complex emotions. Mr. Han had not been so calm and steady during the period right after he broke his fingers.

nHe was once an elite sniper. His eyes and hands were more important to him than his own life. But someone broke his fingers. During that dark period, Mr. Han had been gloomy and depressed. Everyone thought he wouldn’t make it.

nBut now, Mr. Han could actually smile after he heard Song Ci say his fingers were ugly. This was completely unthinkable for Long Yu.

nHan Zhan used his thumb and ring finger to pick up the ring and placed it onto Song Ci’s left ring finger. “Alright, you are my bride now.”

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nHan Zhan lowered his head and prepared to put on his fake fingers.

nSong Ci suddenly leaned over and snatched away his fake fingers. “Let me.”

nHan Zhan instinctively rejected, “No need, I can…”

n“Get used to the fact that I will help you put them on from now on.” Song Ci stared straight into Han Zhan’s eyes. She patted his chest. “Brother Han, from now on, only I can touch your right hand and your tie.”

nHan Zhan felt like a hammer was smashed into his chest. He felt somewhat suffocated.

nSo domineering.

nHan Zhan looked at his right hand with the fake fingers back on. His blue-grey eyes dimmed. In this world, there were plenty of women who were willing to help him with his tie. But only one was willing to put on his fake fingers for him.

nHe wouldn’t be able to bear seeing her leave after their year was up.

nHan Zhan wanted to try to keep her by his side.

nAlthough he was still not in love with her, his fondness for her had increased exponentially.

nHan Zhan suddenly held Song Ci’s hand.

nShocked, Song Ci turned and scolded him playfully, “Why are you holding my hand?” Song Ci then grinned and placed both hands on Han Zhan’s shoulders. She whispered seductively by his ear, “Brother Han, give me a kiss.”

nSong Ci was just teasing Han Zhan, but he instructed Long Yu, “Don’t turn your head.”

nThere was no way Long Yu would dare to do that now.

nSong Ci raised her brows.

nShe still wished to tease Han Zhan, but he suddenly turned and cupped the back of her head with his left hand. He leaned over and planted his searing lips on Song Ci’s soft ones. No one expected the cold, steady Han Zhan to have such passionately hot lips.

nSong Ci was momentarily startled, but she then closed her eyes.

nAfter parting, Song Ci’s face was deep red, but she still tried to put on the calm facade of an experienced lover.

nHan Zhan put the two marriage certificates together and kept them in his pocket. Since he didn’t think Mu Mian would agree to their marriage so easily, he asked her, “How did you get your household register?”

nSong Ci said rather sheepishly, “I took it from my mother. I told her I was… buying a house.”

nHan Zhan chuckled. “Sly girl.”

nHis tone was heavy and Song Ci blushed even deeper.

nLong Yu fled immediately after dropping them off at the house. Song Ci commented, “Brother Long is terribly scared because of you.”

nHan Zhan followed Song Ci into the lift. “He will have to get used to it.”

nGet used to it…

nHe meant that whatever happened today would continue to happen in the future.

nSong Ci rubbed her earlobes discreetly, and she quite looked forward to it.

nSong Ci bent over to change shoes the moment they entered the house. She said to Han Zhan, “To celebrate our marriage registration, should we have an enormous meal this afternoon? Brother Han, you cook. I will be your assistant.”

nSong Ci licked her lips when she thought of that huge lobster in the freezer. “I want to chop up that lobster, peel off its shell, and devour it.”

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