Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

So, we can be in love…

Such a simple sentence, a sentence of a few words, but when it fell into Song Qingchun’s ears, it touched her heart and caused tears to come to her eyes.

She did find it a bit hard to process the fact that she was not Song Menghwa’s daughter, but when she saw how nervous Song Menghwa was in his attempt to console her, and after realizing that she could openly be in love with Su Zhinian, she suddenly realized that actually she hadn’t lost anything. In fact, she had gained a lot.

One of the most important things that she had gained was definitely the confirmation that, yes, she and Su Zhinian could be in love.

They could walk on the streets holding hands, kiss each other sweetly, lean on his shoulders at the cinema… she could even ask him to carry her when she was tired after a long day at the mall. They could do all that and any other sweet activities between normal couples.

Of course, now they could openly confess their love to the world, he could ask her to marry him, she could marry him without worry, and most importantly, they could welcome their child into the world.

The many interjections in Song Qingchun’s heart filtered into Su Zhinian’s mind, creating a crescendo of impossible intensity.

Confession, proposal, marriage, childbirth…

These four words circulated in his mind for a long time before he suddenly released Song Qingchun. He told her hurriedly, “Tingting, wait for me a moment.”

Then he dashed out of the room for the third time that hour.

Su Zhinian took the elevator to the underground parking lot. He jumped into his car, slammed on the gas pedal, and zoomed out without even putting on the seatbelt. He took ten minutes to finish a journey that would normally take half an hour.

He parked his car hastily in front of his company. Ignoring the security guard who greeted him, he dashed into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. He keyed in the password to his office urgently before shoving the door open.

He practically tore apart his office before he found the wedding ring that he had bought for Song Qingchun that day after that fateful night six years ago. Without taking a break to catch his breath, Su Zhinian dashed back down his company, jumped into his car, and raced back to City Clubhouse.

Oh my God, I can finally propose to Song Qingchun; I can finally bring Song Qingchun to get the certificate… Wait, certificate?

I’ve never been married, will this process be too difficult? What else do I need?

Su Zhinian frowned and pulled out his phone. He clicked open his contact list, and as he looked through it, he decided to call a close friend who had recently gotten married to ask for more details.

When the phone rang, Lu Jinnian had just finished his bath and was walking out of the bathroom. He walked to the bedside to pick up his phone. After glancing at the caller ID, he answered it. “What’s up?”

“Are you busy?” Su Zhinian asked perfunctorily. Before Lu Jinnian could answer, Su Zhinian interrupted him and cut to the chase. “Can you help me get a marriage certificate?”

Get him a marriage certificate? What kind of joke is he playing on me? In what world does one need another person to help apply for marriage certificate?

Lu Jinnian suspected that Su Zhinian was pranking calling him. He took a deep breath to suppress his anger before replying, “I’m sorry, I own an entertainment company, not a civil affairs bureau. CEO Su, you’ve got the wrong person!”