The 99th Divorce - Chapter 1952 - : To Get the Marriage Certificate

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Chapter 1952: To Get the Marriage Certificate

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

When Ye Qianqian returned to the company, she was buried with work.

A few days later, she received the results of Shen Zhilie’s medical checkup.

The report was simple.

There were no problems at all.

Everything was normal.

His sperm survival rate was even higher than average.

Yet Ye Qianqian still was unable to conceive.

When Ye Qianqian sent a screenshot of the report to Shen Zhilie, he replied with a smiling emoji and a text that said, “It’s probably fate!”


“This is probably fate!”

Two weeks is neither a short nor long amount of time.

Ye QIanqian had bought her plane tickets a long time ago. When her plane arrived, Shen Zhilie was already waiting for her outside.

When Ye Qianqian saw Shen Zhilie, she nearly pounced on him.

Hugging his waist, she grinned and said, “Here I am!”

Shen Zhilie had a doting look on his face. Hugging onto her, he took over her luggage, and the couple quickly went down to the car park.

“Have you eaten?”

“I just ate the in-flight meal, and it was horrible.”

Shen Zhilie smiled. “If you’re not hungry, then let’s head over to the Civil Affairs Bureau first before we take Mum and Dad out to eat.”

Ye Qianqian silently bit her tongue and asked, “Why so suddenly? You’ve arranged everything already?”

“Yup. Grandmother recently went to visit Grandmother Dongfang. She won’t be back for a while, so don’t be afraid.”

Sure enough, after he said this, she felt slightly more relaxed. “All right, then,” she said. “Let’s go.”

Shen Zhilie had already made an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau before he went to pick her up, so they didn’t need to check in and could receive their marriage certificate right away.

But it still felt somewhat surreal to Ye Qianqian when they were handed the two red booklets.

The marriage certificate was very simple.

The two words, “Marriage Certificate,” were embossed in gold on the red cover. Inside the booklet, there was only one thick sheet of paper with their photos and names on it.

The simplicity of it made her feel as if she were in a dream.

“So we’re married?” Ye Qianqian looked at Shen Zhilie. “It’s so sudden.”

Shen Zhilie raised his eyebrows slightly and pulled her into his arms before saying, “It’s too late for regrets. You’re mine now.”

Ye Qianqian blushed slightly and softly whispered, “I’ve always been.”

“We have proof now. Your name is written under my household register, so you can’t run away.” Shen Zhilie lowered his head and gave her a light peck on the forehead. “Let’s go. Mum and Dad are waiting for us.”

“How should I address your parents when I see them?”

“You’ll call them Mum and Dad. You’ll address them like I do.” Shen Zhilie pulled the car around and started the engine.

When they arrived, Ye Qianqian realized there were quite a lot of people there.

Many relatives she’d yet to meet were all gathered there.

There were at least a dozen of them.

Ye Qianqian felt slightly uneasy, and she quietly asked Shen Zhilie, “Why are there so many people?”

“Grandmother said we should celebrate a little first and invite other people in March. We’ll celebrate again in Yun Town on March 15. Then, our wedding ceremony will be finished.”

“So many times… Which one is the official one, then?”

“The one on March 15. That’s the best date.” Shen Zhilie quietly planted a light kiss on her cheek.

Some of the people around them saw this, and it caused a commotion in the crowd.

Ye Qianqian’s face flushed red, and she didn’t say anything for a long time.

Shen Longyue and Mrs. Shen had been waiting for them for a long time, and when they saw Ye Qianqian walk over, they waved at her and said, “Qianqian, come take a seat here.”

Ye Qianqian wanted to greet them, but she couldn’t seem to change her way of addressing them.

But after standing in place for a long time, she still couldn’t manage to call out a single word.

Shen Zhilie could tell, and he whispered, “It’s all right. Take it slow. Let’s head over first.”

“All right.”

It was a simple family dinner and was supposed to be a simple, official meeting between Ye Qianqian and the relatives.