Chapter 1930

After complaining, Wen Xinya felt refreshed.

Thinking about how, after that, Xu Xianghu and Yueze would run into the hospital, almost in tears, Wen Xinya couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.

Si Yiyan saw that she was secretly happy and suddenly said, “Later, someone from the Bureau of Civil Administration will be coming over.”

The pregnancy stabilizing medicine was effective and she had felt much better these two days. With Cleopatra’s company and Xu Xianghu and Yueze visiting her every now and then, she had been in a good mood.

This made really made Si Yiyan feel less worried.

A good mood was necessary for nursing a pregnancy well.

Wen Xinya instantly understood and it more or less stirred some emotions in her. “The Bureau of Civil Administration also supports on-site service?”

Moreover, if she remembered correctly, today was Saturday—wasn’t Si Yiyan too anxious?

Si Yiyan said mildly, “Money talks.”

Wen Xinya pouted. Based on Si Yiyan’s status and influence, he naturally could activate a mere Bureau of Civil Administration. However, was she really going to marry herself off just like this?

Perhaps she was too quiet. Si Yiyan frowned slightly. “What’s the matter?”

Every time he thought about how she was going to turn from his fiancée to his wife soon, he felt excited. However, she didn’t seem to share the same thought.

Wen Xinya pondered and said, “It feels like forcing a square peg into a round hole. We’re actually having a shotgun marriage!”

This feeling was slightly different from her imagination—the excitement was missing and instead, it seemed slightly like a natural event. However, she then thought that she and Si Yiyan had been together for so many years and were loving towards each other—marriage was simply a rite of passage.

Si Yiyan looked at her intently and said, “Xinya, it’s not the right time for you to make arrangements for a wedding with your current health. Once your pregnancy is stabilized, I’ll give you a grand wedding and make you the most fortunate woman in the world.”

Indeed, to simply receive a certificate without a wedding seemed slightly dull, and it was natural for her to feel this way. He would remember what he owed her now and make it up to her in the future.

Wen Xinya pursed her lips and smiled. “I’m already the most fortunate woman in the world.”

Thinking like this, she felt that the tinge of hesitation in her heart just now seemed unnecessary. She had been together with Si Yiyan for more than ten years and Si Yiyan’s devotion towards her was self-evident. In that case, to entrust her whole life to him was also reasonable and natural.

After she felt more certain, Wen Xinya finally felt like she was going to get married—slightly stunned, but, more so, happy, excited, and looking forward to the future.

She had been together with Si Yiyan for many years—they weren’t husband and wife but more than that. However, now that she was really going to marry him, she couldn’t contain the excitement in her heart.

Only then did a smile appear on Si Yiyan’s face as he gently lifted her chin. She still looked frail, but not as awful as yesterday. Her pale face had a tender fragility, and her pale lips were beautifully shaped, like a demure white cherry blossom waiting to be picked.

He looked down, encased her lips, and gently sucked them. Her tender lips were incredibly soft. At this moment, he realized just how much he had missed her after being separated for twenty days.

“Mmm—” Wen Xinya moaned deeply, realizing that she especially missed his kiss. His breaths seemed to feast on her soul, making her uncontrollably absorbed and couldn’t help but grabbed his shoulders in return.

Si Yiyan deepened this kiss uncontrollably as his huge palm reached into her clothes discreetly. Her supple skin was moist and soft, her bones were tender and fragile, and he suddenly couldn’t quite hold himself back.

Giddy from the kiss, Wen Xinya felt his movements and couldn’t help but nudged him gently.

Si Yiyan released her helplessly. “You’ve been sent by God to torture me!”

They had already not had it for a long time and now, he could only see her but not have her—this was challenging his self-control and forbearance. The joy at Xinya’s pregnancy previously instantly vanished and only left behind a sense of unsatisfied helplessness.

Wen Xinya pouted.

Her pale lips were filled with blood from his kiss—the radiant color was beautiful, tempting, and inexplicably seductive.

Si Yiyan’s eyes slowly turned hazy and vaguely revealed scorching heat, like obsidian formed from lava from a volcanic eruption that was rapidly cooled, beautiful, enchanting, and slightly shook Wen Xinya’s heart.

She hurriedly moved her gaze and pushed him away lightly. “Get up. I’m going to wash up. Otherwise, I’ll still be unkempt when the people from the Bureau of Civil Administration arrive later.”

They would need to take a photo to obtain the marriage certificate. Due to her pregnancy, she was already very frail. If she didn’t tidy herself up, she’d look ugly in the photo.

Si Yiyan kissed her hairline, hugged her waist, and carried her up. “I’ll carry you over. Old Mr. Du said that your pregnancy is unstable and needs to rest well. We must be extra careful these few days and try not to touch the ground.”

Wen Xinya was speechless—she wasn’t a paper figure, there was no need to be so anxious.

Eventually, she couldn’t win Si Yiyan and could only let him carry her to the bathroom.

Although they were only receiving the marriage certificate, Si Yiyan was more well-prepared than she expected. He prepared a red cheongsam with a silver phoenix for her—the bright red color was graceful and dignified, the material glistened, and the phoenix and peony embroidery was eye-catching and beautiful.

As she couldn’t use cosmetics due to her pregnancy, Wen Xinya only did a simple skincare routine which made her look less frail but still pale. Then, she put on a bright-colored lipstick which, against her pale face, matched her extremely posh cheongsam and made her look just like an expensive tea blossom with a tender and beautiful poise.

“So beautiful!” Barefaced beauty was attractive in its own way.

Si Yiyan kissed her lips, gently tied her long hair up in a bun, and picked out a full set of pearl jewelry for her. She glowed instantly.

Si Yiyan also got changed into a bright red oriental suit that matched her cheongsam with silver dragon embroidery. The distinguished dragon had sharp claws, was surrounded by clouds, stepped on the auspicious red color, looked majestically enraged, and made Si Yiyan radiate an awe-inspiring aura.

This was the first time she saw Si Yiyan in an oriental suit, and she couldn’t look away momentarily. “Si Yiyan, you look great in an oriental suit.”

She was thinking of making him a few oriental suits personally.

She felt that Si Yiyan looked like a powerful leader in the olden days.

Si Yiyan smiled and said, “It’s good that you like it.”

As the decision to receive the marriage certificate was rather sudden, he could only do his best to prepare and only hoped that she wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Seeing both of them clad in celebratory red, Wen Xinya suddenly felt inexplicably nervous and her heart jumped like a rabbit. After obtaining the certificate, they would truly be man and wife. From now on, they would share weal and woe, go through thick and thin together, and become the closest kin to each other.

A blissful feeling suddenly arose.