Chapter 150 The Obsessive Male Protagonist of the Era (2/2)

You should know that Ji Yanchen was the first young man in the village to want to marry an educated youth.

Zi Xi responded with a smile, but her fingers secretly hooked the hem of Ji Yanchen's clothes behind her back.

"I'll go to the county to get the certificate tomorrow."

"I'm so grateful for the help I've received from my fellow villagers over the years... I'll definitely invite everyone to the spring banquet."

Ji Yanchen understood and took over the conversation, a smile appearing on his face, which was red from the cold.

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A long queue had already formed in front of the county's civil affairs bureau early in the morning.

Lin Zixi stood in the middle of the line, her brand-new blue floral dress standing out conspicuously in the drab crowd.

The wind blew her skirt, revealing her slender ankles.

She loosely tied her long hair back, with a few stray strands falling around her fair neck, gleaming softly in the sunlight.

Ji Yanchen stood close to her, his brand-new navy blue Zhongshan suit making his broad shoulders and long legs look even more striking, a stark contrast to the madman who usually wore patched clothes.

His back was ramrod straight, like an unyielding pine tree, but his brows were still habitually furrowed, and his rough fingers unconsciously rubbed the seams of his trousers, leaving fine sweat marks on the fabric.

"Are you nervous?"

"What about tonight? Are you going to faint on our wedding night?"

Zi Xi tiptoed and whispered in his ear.

Warm breath brushed against his earlobe, and coupled with the explicit words, Ji Yanchen's cheeks immediately turned red. He shyly licked his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.

He shook his head, then suddenly held his breath as Zi Xi reached out to straighten his collar.

The light from outside shone through the window onto her profile, and Ji Yanchen could see the tiny shadows cast by her eyelashes, as well as a few almost transparent downy hairs on the tip of her nose.

His gaze lingered unnaturally on her left hand.

The rough silver ring gleamed warmly in the sunlight; it was made by melting down a silver bracelet left by his mother and remaking it after he had stayed up for three nights in a row.

The inside of the ring is engraved with their initials, which, though crooked, were carved by his own hand, stroke by stroke.

"Comrades, it's your turn."

The staff member called out from the window.

Just as the two reached the counter, the mottled wooden door of the Civil Affairs Bureau was suddenly pushed open.

A gust of wind swept in, carrying dust and scattering the papers on the table.

Zhou Mingyuan stood in the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau, his letter of introduction so tightly that it was almost torn to shreds.

His gaze was fixed on the newlyweds in front of him, and he felt as if a red-hot coal had been stuffed into his chest, burning his internal organs with pain.

Isn't that Ji Yanchen?

The madman whom he had personally pushed into the steel furnace in his previous life was now wearing a smart Zhongshan suit, standing in the sunlight with his back straight as a pine tree. Where was there any trace of his former gloomy and silent self?

The woman beside him, Zhou Mingyuan's gaze measured her like a ruler. She was wearing a brand new floral dress, with a long, fair neck, and her eyes curved into crescents when she smiled. She was intimately holding Ji Yanchen's arm.

On what grounds?

The thought burrowed into his mind like a venomous snake, its sharp fangs biting at his reason.

Why is Ji Yanchen so respectable?

How could he possibly marry a woman like that?

He should be a madman, a madman that everyone avoids!

Zhou Mingyuan's nails dug deeply into his palms, but the pain couldn't suppress the raging fury surging within him.

He recalled the cold eyes Ji Yanchen had when he pushed him off the steel furnace in his previous life.