The gap between people has always existed, and An Wuyang had a deep understanding of this fact even before he grew up. He remembered the year when he graduated from elementary school and entered junior high. In the ordinary primary school he attended, two classmates he saw every day scored exceptionally well in their exams—so well that they were said to be eligible to attend the best school in the city. The excitement in the school at that time was comparable to the excitement of achieving the top score in the college entrance exam.
Parents of the students threw parties, and An Wuyang, as a classmate, attended as well. When he arrived at the classmates’ homes, he witnessed the confident atmosphere, the intimacy between classmates and parents, and for the first time, he felt a sense of envy and powerlessness. He experienced a mixture of longing and inferiority.
Contemplating his childhood memories, An Wuyang opened a cabinet, took out flour, baking powder, sugar, and other ingredients, preparing to make a chiffon cake. Aunt Zhang, who had just finished cleaning up the mess from earlier, told him, “Wuyang, let Mr. Huo know that Aunt Zhang is leaving.”
“Okay, Aunt Zhang, take care on your way home,” An Wuyang responded.
He pretended to be tidying up things instead of secretly preparing to make a cake. After Aunt Zhang left, An Wuyang followed the well-practiced steps, beating eggs, separating yolks and whites, sifting flour…
Step by step, he worked diligently and meticulously. Unconsciously, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. An Wuyang was oblivious to it, continuing to focus on his work.
An hour passed like this.
Huo Yunchuan hadn’t seen An Wuyang enter for a nap in a long time and started to suspect if he had scared him away. He felt a mix of guilt and misunderstanding, furrowing his brow, “…” As a healthy young man, it was normal to have a reaction to someone he liked. Even if the other party didn’t support it, they should understand.
However, considering An Wuyang’s innocence, Huo Yunchuan’s mouth twitched, feeling that being understood was strange.
“Why aren’t you taking a nap today?” An Wuyang suddenly heard a voice; Mr. Huo had come.
Fortunately, he had already put the cake in the oven.
“Uh, not sleepy.” An Wuyang pointed to the oven in front of him, saying, “Aunt Zhang baked it, and it’s ready to eat when the time comes…”
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Huo Yunchuan had a very good impression of An Wuyang’s character and didn’t believe that he would lie.
“Don’t eat too much cake,” he instructed without any suspicion.
An Wuyang nodded, smiling at him.
Huo Yunchuan swiftly moved his emotionally revealing hands behind him, “You slept late last night; it might be better to take a nap.”
Hearing Mr. Huo’s suggestion, An Wuyang glanced at the oven; there was still more than thirty minutes left for baking.
Calculating his time carefully, he nodded at Huo Yunchuan, “Sure, we can sleep for half an hour.”
The attention of President Huo was entirely focused on the words ‘we sleep,’ and he was completely delighted.
With a passionate gaze, he looked at the little angel, nodding in agreement, “Sure.”
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Then he turned to go in and make the bed.
However, An Wuyang’s mind was filled with thoughts of the cake, realizing he couldn’t miss the baking time.
He set an alarm seriously before daring to lie down.
Behind him was Huo Yunchuan’s warm chest. Since the face-to-face confession, An Wuyang had started to have various thoughts…
Closing his eyes, he pictured a tall, sturdy, perfectly lined figure in his mind.
Unconsciously, he shifted a little forward and controlled his breathing subconsciously.
Huo Yunchuan would never know that, within arm’s reach, the pure little angel was fantasizing about him.
After half an hour, the alarm that An Wuyang had set rang.
He got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and went to check on his creation.
Huo Yunchuan lifted the curtain and revealed clear eyes, showing no signs of having slept.
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He assumed An Wuyang had just gone to the bathroom.
An Wuyang, who was nervously checking if the cake had formed correctly, donned gloves to prevent burns, opened the oven, and took the cake out.
“…” He smelled a rich aroma and smiled.
An Wuyang couldn’t wait and broke off a piece with his hands, putting it into his mouth.
He slowly savored it, his expression transitioning from calm contemplation to a satisfied smile.
Actually, the cake wasn’t particularly delicious, at least not as good as those made by regular cake shops.
However, An Wuyang felt that his cake had its merits.
Moreover, after tasting it, he automatically identified the flaws and knew exactly how to improve it next time.
“This is probably the talent given to me by God…” An Wuyang patted away the crumbs and murmured.
He calmly returned to bed, gently embracing Huo Yunchuan’s arm, and fell asleep.
“…” Huo Yunchuan, pretending to be asleep, didn’t dare to breathe loudly and only lightly rubbed the little angel’s head with his chin.
Sunday passed in this decadent manner, and soon it was Monday.
An Wuyang sat up in bed, suddenly rubbing his stuffy chest, “I feel a bit nauseous.”
Huo Yunchuan threw down the clothes he was halfway through putting on and brought a bucket from the room.
He had An Wuyang vomit into the bucket, “No need to go to the bathroom.”
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He sat comfortably on the bed, vomiting.
But how could nausea and discomfort be comfortable, especially in the morning when the stomach was empty.
The hardest part is when there’s nothing left to vomit.
An Wuyang’s entire face contorted into an ugly expression, but he remained silent.
His slender fingers grasped the bucket’s edge, lowering his head toward the bucket with his mouth…
Huo Yunchuan squatted beside him, tightening his eyebrows into a knot.
Apart from soothing An Wuyang’s back with his palm, he couldn’t do anything else.
Both were like closed jars—one wasn’t used to complaining, and the other wasn’t good at comforting.
Except for the occasional vomiting sounds from An Wuyang, the bedroom remained eerily quiet.
Ten minutes later, the pale-faced teenager lifted his head, asking for water and tissues.
Huo Yunchuan promptly provided these items and then wrung a warm towel, bringing toothbrushing tools, and so on.
Knowing about his low blood pressure, An Wuyang accepted the other’s kindness, “Thank you.”
His voice, still hoarse from vomiting, sounded weak.
“Why are you thanking me?” Huo Yunchuan said, “Don’t say it in the future.”
He didn’t feel pleased hearing it.
In this matter, the little teenager who felt everything was fine nodded, completing the grooming steps with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.
Then he lay back on the bed, cuddling the blanket, looking feeble.
Huo Yunchuan’s heart tightened, and he got up to heat porridge in the kitchen.
The company called, and he answered, “I’m busy right now. Don’t contact me unless it’s urgent.”
Those who called him could tell that the president’s mood was not good.
Fortunately, An Wuyang got up to eat, and his spirits gradually improved.
He even grabbed the bowl from Huo Yunchuan’s hand, wanting to feed himself eagerly.
“I was fierce vomiting just now, so my stomach is especially hungry.” An Wuyang noticed that Mr. Huo was staring at him, and he smiled apologetically.
Then he continued to eat at such a speed, even snatching the bowl back from Huo Yunchuan.
Huo Yunchuan stared almost blankly at An Wuyang. If he hadn’t experienced it personally, how could he believe that there was someone in this world who could make you feel like you were in hell with one expression and then send you straight to heaven with another?
He took the empty bowl that An Wuyang had finished eating and placed it on the nearby table.
Then he opened his arms wide and hugged the other tightly…
But An Wuyang had just finished eating and was immersed in the satisfied feeling of being full.
In this wonderful atmosphere, he let out a gentle burp, “Burp…”
After a moment of stunned silence, Huo Yunchuan laughed softly, holding the little angel even tighter.
Noticing his own hiccup, An Wuyang also laughed, “Sorry about that.”
Fortunately, what he ate just now was corn and lean meat porridge, so there was no heavy taste!
“It’s okay.” Huo Yunchuan, with a smile on his lips, felt cheerful as he got up to wash the dishes, doing everything for the little angel.
An Wuyang got up to comb his hair and change clothes.
Today, they were going to get their marriage certificate, so he opened the wardrobe to pick a nice outfit.
He had already inquired and knew that for the photo, they both needed to wear white shirts, so he chose a white shirt.
An Wuyang took out one of his few shirts, hesitating as he ran his fingers over the high-quality fabric.
He fell silent for a few seconds and took the shirt to iron it.
Huo Yunchuan usually wore white shirts, and his wardrobe was full of them.
He spent about fifteen seconds choosing and picked a shirt that matched the little angel’s.
Daily wear was usually ironed by Aunt Zhang. Now, taking it out for a quick once-over made it ready to wear.
After changing into the new clothes, An Wuyang touched his hair, “Mr. Huo, I want to get a haircut…”
He felt that his hair was a bit long and didn’t look very energetic.
Huo Yunchuan frowned slightly, “We’re about to get our marriage certificate. Shouldn’t you consider changing your way of addressing me?”
Always calling him “Mr. Huo” felt a bit distant.
“True.” An Wuyang had thought about it before, but after getting used to it, he never changed: “But…” he suddenly mumbled, “Should there be a fee for changing my address?”
Huo Yunchuan: “Ahem…”
His stern old face turned a bit red, and hot blood rushed to his head.
“Well…” A man in his thirties, he hesitated before mumbling, “I’ll give you something.”
An Wuyang waved his hand, saying, “I was just kidding. How could I ask you for a red envelope?”
Even if Mr. Huo didn’t mind, he felt embarrassed to accept it.
The schedule after leaving the house continued with a visit to the shop for An Wuyang to get a fashionable and good-looking haircut.
Huo Yunchuan noticed that, no matter what hairstyle his little angel got, there was always a hint of cuteness.
He smirked and continued reading the newspaper.
After the haircut, An Wuyang looked at himself in the mirror from side to side and thought it looked pretty good.
The only issue was that the bangs were a bit short, revealing the eyebrows.
He had complained to the hairstylist before, but the stylist said that his facial features were good, and this hairstyle would totally suit him.
The stylist was puzzled when he saw the final result. Clearly, it was supposed to be a cool and stylish cut, but on this customer, it somehow turned into a literary and artistic fresh look…
He couldn’t understand.
An Wuyang didn’t realize that getting a haircut here would take so long. It was already eleven o’clock after finishing.
He urged, “Mr. Huo, let’s go quickly; the Civil Affairs Bureau is about to close.”
Then everyone around started to look at him.
A tall man stood up from the waiting area, walked to the side of the seemingly young boy, and embraced him before leaving.
An Wuyang sat in the car, watching the passing streetscape. His heart was calmer than in the morning.
He felt like many things were destined to happen, and he didn’t need to resist too much. As long as he went through it steadfastly, it would be fine.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Huo Yunchuan parked the car.
He didn’t consider himself a righteous gentleman, but when it came to the last step, he still responsibly asked, “Are you sure you want to register with me?”
An Wuyang nodded.
The man in front could see his reaction through the rearview mirror.
“If nothing unexpected happens, we won’t get divorced,” Huo Yunchuan clarified.
This was different from the initial agreement. It was no longer just for the baby; An Wuyang knew it well.
He frowned and remained silent, his chin unwilling to lower.
Huo Yunchuan, leaning against the comfortable seat, sighed deeply.
Then he opened the car door and went out, leaving the space for An Wuyang.
But he didn’t go far; he stood by the car, and An Wuyang could see his back just by turning his head.
Mr. Huo looked quite irritable, and right now, he probably wanted to smoke to relieve his frustration. For some reason, An Wuyang just had that feeling.
Upon careful consideration, he realized that it had been a long time since he saw Huo Yunchuan smoke.
The ashtrays at home were all thrown away…
Mr. Huo had instructed Aunt Zhang to dispose of them.
“Well, if he doesn’t leave, he doesn’t leave,” An Wuyang murmured to himself. Anyway, when Mr. Huo got tired of him, they would still have to divorce.
Thinking of these things, he opened the car door and got out.
“Mr. Huo, let’s go inside.”
Time was running out, and they still had to take pictures later.
Huo Yunchuan turned around, walked over without a word, and took An Wuyang’s hand, heading straight for the entrance.
This was probably the fastest pace An Wuyang had walked with him since they got together.
The road was clear, and they were quickly arranged by the staff to submit documents and take photos.
“Do you have the household registration booklet?”
“Yes, we do.”
Huo Yunchuan took out two booklets, An Wuyang’s household registration and ID, which he had already obtained earlier in the morning.
During the photo shoot, the photographer made a unified request to the newlyweds, “Come on, get a little closer, look at the camera, and smile.”
An Wuyang was an obedient child and immediately snuggled close to Huo Yunchuan, smiling brightly.
Click—
Their marriage certificate photo was frozen in the photographer’s camera.
After the photo shoot, they were instructed to sit and wait because they could collect their marriage certificate on the same day.
An Wuyang remained quite calm. Occasionally, he would lift his head and glance at the movements of the staff.
The man sitting beside him was even calmer, just sitting there, holding his hand, without saying a word.
Finally, the staff announced that they were done.
Huo Yunchuan led An Wuyang forward, and they received their red marriage book.
“Is one of these mine?” An Wuyang’s gaze was full of curiosity as he reached out to touch them, wanting to take one.
“I’ll keep it.” Huo Yunchuan only gave An Wuyang a glance before putting them away himself.
He planned to lock it up after returning home since this book would be needed in case of a divorce. In any case, he couldn’t let An Wuyang touch it again.
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The gap between people has always existed, and An Wuyang had a deep understanding of this fact even before he grew up. He remembered the year when he graduated from elementary school and entered junior high. In the ordinary primary school he attended, two classmates he saw every day scored exceptionally well in their exams—so well that they were said to be eligible to attend the best school in the city. The excitement in the school at that time was comparable to the excitement of achieving the top score in the college entrance exam.
Parents of the students threw parties, and An Wuyang, as a classmate, attended as well. When he arrived at the classmates’ homes, he witnessed the confident atmosphere, the intimacy between classmates and parents, and for the first time, he felt a sense of envy and powerlessness. He experienced a mixture of longing and inferiority.
Contemplating his childhood memories, An Wuyang opened a cabinet, took out flour, baking powder, sugar, and other ingredients, preparing to make a chiffon cake. Aunt Zhang, who had just finished cleaning up the mess from earlier, told him, “Wuyang, let Mr. Huo know that Aunt Zhang is leaving.”
“Okay, Aunt Zhang, take care on your way home,” An Wuyang responded.
He pretended to be tidying up things instead of secretly preparing to make a cake. After Aunt Zhang left, An Wuyang followed the well-practiced steps, beating eggs, separating yolks and whites, sifting flour…
Step by step, he worked diligently and meticulously. Unconsciously, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. An Wuyang was oblivious to it, continuing to focus on his work.
An hour passed like this.
Huo Yunchuan hadn’t seen An Wuyang enter for a nap in a long time and started to suspect if he had scared him away. He felt a mix of guilt and misunderstanding, furrowing his brow, “…” As a healthy young man, it was normal to have a reaction to someone he liked. Even if the other party didn’t support it, they should understand.
However, considering An Wuyang’s innocence, Huo Yunchuan’s mouth twitched, feeling that being understood was strange.
“Why aren’t you taking a nap today?” An Wuyang suddenly heard a voice; Mr. Huo had come.
Fortunately, he had already put the cake in the oven.
“Uh, not sleepy.” An Wuyang pointed to the oven in front of him, saying, “Aunt Zhang baked it, and it’s ready to eat when the time comes…”
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Huo Yunchuan had a very good impression of An Wuyang’s character and didn’t believe that he would lie.
“Don’t eat too much cake,” he instructed without any suspicion.
An Wuyang nodded, smiling at him.
Huo Yunchuan swiftly moved his emotionally revealing hands behind him, “You slept late last night; it might be better to take a nap.”
Hearing Mr. Huo’s suggestion, An Wuyang glanced at the oven; there was still more than thirty minutes left for baking.
Calculating his time carefully, he nodded at Huo Yunchuan, “Sure, we can sleep for half an hour.”
The attention of President Huo was entirely focused on the words ‘we sleep,’ and he was completely delighted.
With a passionate gaze, he looked at the little angel, nodding in agreement, “Sure.”
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Then he turned to go in and make the bed.
However, An Wuyang’s mind was filled with thoughts of the cake, realizing he couldn’t miss the baking time.
He set an alarm seriously before daring to lie down.
Behind him was Huo Yunchuan’s warm chest. Since the face-to-face confession, An Wuyang had started to have various thoughts…
Closing his eyes, he pictured a tall, sturdy, perfectly lined figure in his mind.
Unconsciously, he shifted a little forward and controlled his breathing subconsciously.
Huo Yunchuan would never know that, within arm’s reach, the pure little angel was fantasizing about him.
After half an hour, the alarm that An Wuyang had set rang.
He got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and went to check on his creation.
Huo Yunchuan lifted the curtain and revealed clear eyes, showing no signs of having slept.
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He assumed An Wuyang had just gone to the bathroom.
An Wuyang, who was nervously checking if the cake had formed correctly, donned gloves to prevent burns, opened the oven, and took the cake out.
“…” He smelled a rich aroma and smiled.
An Wuyang couldn’t wait and broke off a piece with his hands, putting it into his mouth.
He slowly savored it, his expression transitioning from calm contemplation to a satisfied smile.
Actually, the cake wasn’t particularly delicious, at least not as good as those made by regular cake shops.
However, An Wuyang felt that his cake had its merits.
Moreover, after tasting it, he automatically identified the flaws and knew exactly how to improve it next time.
“This is probably the talent given to me by God…” An Wuyang patted away the crumbs and murmured.
He calmly returned to bed, gently embracing Huo Yunchuan’s arm, and fell asleep.
“…” Huo Yunchuan, pretending to be asleep, didn’t dare to breathe loudly and only lightly rubbed the little angel’s head with his chin.
Sunday passed in this decadent manner, and soon it was Monday.
An Wuyang sat up in bed, suddenly rubbing his stuffy chest, “I feel a bit nauseous.”
Huo Yunchuan threw down the clothes he was halfway through putting on and brought a bucket from the room.
He had An Wuyang vomit into the bucket, “No need to go to the bathroom.”
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He sat comfortably on the bed, vomiting.
But how could nausea and discomfort be comfortable, especially in the morning when the stomach was empty.
The hardest part is when there’s nothing left to vomit.
An Wuyang’s entire face contorted into an ugly expression, but he remained silent.
His slender fingers grasped the bucket’s edge, lowering his head toward the bucket with his mouth…
Huo Yunchuan squatted beside him, tightening his eyebrows into a knot.
Apart from soothing An Wuyang’s back with his palm, he couldn’t do anything else.
Both were like closed jars—one wasn’t used to complaining, and the other wasn’t good at comforting.
Except for the occasional vomiting sounds from An Wuyang, the bedroom remained eerily quiet.
Ten minutes later, the pale-faced teenager lifted his head, asking for water and tissues.
Huo Yunchuan promptly provided these items and then wrung a warm towel, bringing toothbrushing tools, and so on.
Knowing about his low blood pressure, An Wuyang accepted the other’s kindness, “Thank you.”
His voice, still hoarse from vomiting, sounded weak.
“Why are you thanking me?” Huo Yunchuan said, “Don’t say it in the future.”
He didn’t feel pleased hearing it.
In this matter, the little teenager who felt everything was fine nodded, completing the grooming steps with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.
Then he lay back on the bed, cuddling the blanket, looking feeble.
Huo Yunchuan’s heart tightened, and he got up to heat porridge in the kitchen.
The company called, and he answered, “I’m busy right now. Don’t contact me unless it’s urgent.”
Those who called him could tell that the president’s mood was not good.
Fortunately, An Wuyang got up to eat, and his spirits gradually improved.
He even grabbed the bowl from Huo Yunchuan’s hand, wanting to feed himself eagerly.
“I was fierce vomiting just now, so my stomach is especially hungry.” An Wuyang noticed that Mr. Huo was staring at him, and he smiled apologetically.
Then he continued to eat at such a speed, even snatching the bowl back from Huo Yunchuan.
Huo Yunchuan stared almost blankly at An Wuyang. If he hadn’t experienced it personally, how could he believe that there was someone in this world who could make you feel like you were in hell with one expression and then send you straight to heaven with another?
He took the empty bowl that An Wuyang had finished eating and placed it on the nearby table.
Then he opened his arms wide and hugged the other tightly…
But An Wuyang had just finished eating and was immersed in the satisfied feeling of being full.
In this wonderful atmosphere, he let out a gentle burp, “Burp…”
After a moment of stunned silence, Huo Yunchuan laughed softly, holding the little angel even tighter.
Noticing his own hiccup, An Wuyang also laughed, “Sorry about that.”
Fortunately, what he ate just now was corn and lean meat porridge, so there was no heavy taste!
“It’s okay.” Huo Yunchuan, with a smile on his lips, felt cheerful as he got up to wash the dishes, doing everything for the little angel.
An Wuyang got up to comb his hair and change clothes.
Today, they were going to get their marriage certificate, so he opened the wardrobe to pick a nice outfit.
He had already inquired and knew that for the photo, they both needed to wear white shirts, so he chose a white shirt.
An Wuyang took out one of his few shirts, hesitating as he ran his fingers over the high-quality fabric.
He fell silent for a few seconds and took the shirt to iron it.
Huo Yunchuan usually wore white shirts, and his wardrobe was full of them.
He spent about fifteen seconds choosing and picked a shirt that matched the little angel’s.
Daily wear was usually ironed by Aunt Zhang. Now, taking it out for a quick once-over made it ready to wear.
After changing into the new clothes, An Wuyang touched his hair, “Mr. Huo, I want to get a haircut…”
He felt that his hair was a bit long and didn’t look very energetic.
Huo Yunchuan frowned slightly, “We’re about to get our marriage certificate. Shouldn’t you consider changing your way of addressing me?”
Always calling him “Mr. Huo” felt a bit distant.
“True.” An Wuyang had thought about it before, but after getting used to it, he never changed: “But…” he suddenly mumbled, “Should there be a fee for changing my address?”
Huo Yunchuan: “Ahem…”
His stern old face turned a bit red, and hot blood rushed to his head.
“Well…” A man in his thirties, he hesitated before mumbling, “I’ll give you something.”
An Wuyang waved his hand, saying, “I was just kidding. How could I ask you for a red envelope?”
Even if Mr. Huo didn’t mind, he felt embarrassed to accept it.
The schedule after leaving the house continued with a visit to the shop for An Wuyang to get a fashionable and good-looking haircut.
Huo Yunchuan noticed that, no matter what hairstyle his little angel got, there was always a hint of cuteness.
He smirked and continued reading the newspaper.
After the haircut, An Wuyang looked at himself in the mirror from side to side and thought it looked pretty good.
The only issue was that the bangs were a bit short, revealing the eyebrows.
He had complained to the hairstylist before, but the stylist said that his facial features were good, and this hairstyle would totally suit him.
The stylist was puzzled when he saw the final result. Clearly, it was supposed to be a cool and stylish cut, but on this customer, it somehow turned into a literary and artistic fresh look…
He couldn’t understand.
An Wuyang didn’t realize that getting a haircut here would take so long. It was already eleven o’clock after finishing.
He urged, “Mr. Huo, let’s go quickly; the Civil Affairs Bureau is about to close.”
Then everyone around started to look at him.
A tall man stood up from the waiting area, walked to the side of the seemingly young boy, and embraced him before leaving.
An Wuyang sat in the car, watching the passing streetscape. His heart was calmer than in the morning.
He felt like many things were destined to happen, and he didn’t need to resist too much. As long as he went through it steadfastly, it would be fine.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Huo Yunchuan parked the car.
He didn’t consider himself a righteous gentleman, but when it came to the last step, he still responsibly asked, “Are you sure you want to register with me?”
An Wuyang nodded.
The man in front could see his reaction through the rearview mirror.
“If nothing unexpected happens, we won’t get divorced,” Huo Yunchuan clarified.
This was different from the initial agreement. It was no longer just for the baby; An Wuyang knew it well.
He frowned and remained silent, his chin unwilling to lower.
Huo Yunchuan, leaning against the comfortable seat, sighed deeply.
Then he opened the car door and went out, leaving the space for An Wuyang.
But he didn’t go far; he stood by the car, and An Wuyang could see his back just by turning his head.
Mr. Huo looked quite irritable, and right now, he probably wanted to smoke to relieve his frustration. For some reason, An Wuyang just had that feeling.
Upon careful consideration, he realized that it had been a long time since he saw Huo Yunchuan smoke.
The ashtrays at home were all thrown away…
Mr. Huo had instructed Aunt Zhang to dispose of them.
“Well, if he doesn’t leave, he doesn’t leave,” An Wuyang murmured to himself. Anyway, when Mr. Huo got tired of him, they would still have to divorce.
Thinking of these things, he opened the car door and got out.
“Mr. Huo, let’s go inside.”
Time was running out, and they still had to take pictures later.
Huo Yunchuan turned around, walked over without a word, and took An Wuyang’s hand, heading straight for the entrance.
This was probably the fastest pace An Wuyang had walked with him since they got together.
The road was clear, and they were quickly arranged by the staff to submit documents and take photos.
“Do you have the household registration booklet?”
“Yes, we do.”
Huo Yunchuan took out two booklets, An Wuyang’s household registration and ID, which he had already obtained earlier in the morning.
During the photo shoot, the photographer made a unified request to the newlyweds, “Come on, get a little closer, look at the camera, and smile.”
An Wuyang was an obedient child and immediately snuggled close to Huo Yunchuan, smiling brightly.
Click—
Their marriage certificate photo was frozen in the photographer’s camera.
After the photo shoot, they were instructed to sit and wait because they could collect their marriage certificate on the same day.
An Wuyang remained quite calm. Occasionally, he would lift his head and glance at the movements of the staff.
The man sitting beside him was even calmer, just sitting there, holding his hand, without saying a word.
Finally, the staff announced that they were done.
Huo Yunchuan led An Wuyang forward, and they received their red marriage book.
“Is one of these mine?” An Wuyang’s gaze was full of curiosity as he reached out to touch them, wanting to take one.
“I’ll keep it.” Huo Yunchuan only gave An Wuyang a glance before putting them away himself.
He planned to lock it up after returning home since this book would be needed in case of a divorce. In any case, he couldn’t let An Wuyang touch it again.
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