roccoschili Chapter 1017 Qiao Sinian, You Can't Escape
Chapter 1017 Qiao Sinian, You Can't Escape
The next morning, Qiao Sinian's car was parked in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
This was Wen Xiaoman's request; Qiao Sinian didn't know he was coming here at first.
He turned his head to look at Wen Xiaoman, who was unbuckling her seatbelt beside him, his eyes showing a hint of surprise as if he hadn't quite caught up yet.
Wen Xiaoman looked at his hesitant face and asked, "You said you would grant me a request, Qiao Sinian, does that still stand?"
Qiao Sinian looked at her, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing his silence, Wen Xiaoman's heart leaped into her throat, fearing he would change his mind, so she quickly pressed her advantage: "You were the one who left without saying goodbye, and you're the one who made me sad and heartbroken for so long..."
She needed this title to counter his possible renewed hesitation.
Her words were like fine needles, piercing Qiao Sinian's heart.
He looked at her eyes, which were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide her nervousness, and the next second, he said two words: "It counts."
Wen Xiaoman smiled and said, "Okay."
Then, almost impatiently, she pushed open the car door, grabbed Qiao Sinian's hand, and led him out of the car.
And so, the two entered the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Because we arrived early, there was no need to queue.
On such an ordinary day, without any warning or careful preparation, they sat down together.
After reviewing Wen Xiaoman's information, the staff member cleared their throat twice and kindly reminded her, "Miss, the information shows that you are divorced. Have you thought it through?"
Marriage is not a game; whirlwind marriages and divorces deserve special attention.
Wen Xiaoman didn't answer, but turned to look at Qiao Sinian beside her, "Do you mind? Do you mind that I'm a divorcee?"
Before he arrived, Qiao Sinian already knew everything.
Knowing that she had no choice but to get a fake marriage certificate in order to get rid of Qiao Siyue's entanglement.
So she is now in her second marriage.
Qiao Sinian met her gaze without hesitation and said firmly, "I don't mind."
He paused, his gaze fixed intently on her, and added, "Whether it's true or not, I wouldn't mind."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoman's lips curled into a bright smile, and she turned to the staff member and said, "Stamp it."
Seeing that both parties were adamant, the staff stopped talking and began to skillfully process the remaining procedures.
Soon, two bright red marriage certificates were handed to them.
Outside, the sunlight was perfect, casting a golden glow across the steps.
Wen Xiaoman held her own copy of the book, carefully flipping through it from side to side, her fingertips gently tracing the photos and words on it, as if trying to confirm that none of this was a dream.
She turned her head, smiled, and waved the red booklet in her hand at Qiao Sinian, her tone carrying a hint of triumph and declaration: "Now, we're in the same booklet, Qiao Sinian, you can't escape now."
Looking at her happy face, Qiao Sinian felt a mix of bitterness and heartache. He forced a smile and said in a low voice, "You can't escape this. After I'm gone, you'll be remarrying for the third time. It's not fair to you..."
But Wen Xiaoman reached out and covered his lips with her fingers, stopping him from continuing.
Her eyes were resolute: "I will never marry anyone else but you, and I will never fall in love with anyone else."
Sunlight danced in her eyes, reflecting a pure radiance.
She smiled, her tone slightly coquettish, yet revealing her true feelings: "Qiao Sinian, having met such a wonderful man like you, it's hard for me to fall in love with anyone else."
Qiao Sinian choked up, all his words stuck in his throat.
He was extremely conflicted. He couldn't bear to imagine her belonging to someone else in the future, yet he sincerely hoped that she could live a happy and peaceful life for the rest of her days.
This agonizing struggle nearly suffocated him, and ultimately, he chose to remain silent.
The moment was so beautiful that he didn't want to think about the future.
He abruptly changed the subject, fulfilling his promise: "It's still early, what do you want to do next?"
He said yesterday that for the rest of the days, he would accompany her to do whatever she wanted, and would not waste a single second.
He thought Wen Xiaoman would want to go to a romantic spot or try something she had never experienced before.
To everyone's surprise, Wen Xiaoman looked up at him without hesitation and uttered three words decisively: "Go to the hotel."
......
The car stopped in front of the most luxurious hotel in the capital.
Led by Wen Xiaoman, Qiao Sinian went straight to the front desk and booked the most expensive presidential suite.
Along the way, A-Yi and A-Yong followed the two men, watching their master being led by Wen Xiaoman to complete a series of operations such as "getting a marriage certificate" and "checking into a hotel". The two bodyguards were dumbfounded.
Watching the two take their room keys and head towards the elevator, Ah Yong lowered his voice with even more concern: "This... can Master's body handle this? He's only been awake for a short time, and he's already... already fooling around with Miss Wen like this... And Miss Wen, how thirsty is she... as if she's afraid our Master will live too long, right..."
His face turned red from holding it in, and he stammered as he finished speaking.
Ayi was relatively calm and glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense. Don't you know how Miss Wen feels about her master? She definitely knows her limits and won't do anything reckless."
Ah Yong sighed, wringing his hands anxiously: "I hope so..."
Ayi and Ayong both knew that the two had just gotten their marriage certificate. Being newlyweds and reunited after a long separation, their passion was burning brightly and it was unlikely to end anytime soon.
Not daring to stray far, they found an inconspicuous corner in the lounge area on the same floor as the suite and sat down, ready to be called upon at any moment.
On the other side, the suite door had just clicked shut.
Almost simultaneously, Wen Xiaoman turned around, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Qiao Sinian's neck, and kissed him forcefully.
Qiao Sinian was slightly taken aback at first, then lowered his head without hesitation to respond, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, pressing her even deeper into himself.
This kiss carried so much: long-suppressed longing, the ecstasy of something lost and found, and a heart full of passion.
They didn't even have time to go inside the room; from the doorway to the entryway, and then to the spacious living room, their intertwined lips remained locked.
Their rapid breathing mingled together, and their clothes became disheveled as they moved.
Qiao Sinian remembered his promise and listened to her for the rest of the time.
So at this moment, he completely handed over the reins to Wen Xiaoman, letting her lead him to the large sofa.
Wen Xiaoman pushed him down onto the soft sofa back, then leaned in front of him and continued the deep kiss.
Qiao Sinian tilted his head back, enduring her demands, his chest heaving with excitement, his breathing heavy.
Wen Xiaoman was also breathing heavily, even more rapidly than him, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with moisture and passion.
Countless intimate memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
They knew each other's bodies intimately; every sensitive spot, every shiver, was etched deep in their memories.
Given how much they loved each other, their deep-seated affection was easily ignited. Their bodies regained their former tacit understanding before their reason could, and their reactions were swift and direct.