Chapter 66:

After coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen back to Jiang’s house. Mrs. Jiang didn’t know that the two of them went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the certificate, but she was very happy watching them go home. The kitchen was ordered to cook more dishes that Fu Zhen liked to eat, and then Madam Jiang remembered Jiang Hengshu saying that Fu Zhen's appetite was not very good these past two days, so the kitchen should not be too greasy.
"I have something to do with Fu Zhen first." Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen's hand and walked up the stairs to Jiang Hengshu's bedroom.
This is not the first time Fu Zhen has come here. He stood in the middle of the bedroom, with golden sunlight spilling in through the huge window, and countless dust flying in the air.
Fu Zhen didn't know why Jiang Hengshu let himself up, but vaguely felt that it was probably a very important thing. Jiang Hengshu bent over and opened a cabinet at the head of his bed because his back was facing Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen Did not see what he took out of the drawer.
He rubbed his hands anxiously, craned his neck, and asked Jiang Hengshu, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Hengshu turned around and looked at Fu Zhen. There were countless stardust hidden in his blue eyes, and he held a small gray box in his hand.
He walked to Fu Zhen, then slowly knelt down and opened the gray box in his hand. A platinum ring was lying quietly on the white ring pillow. The diamond on the ring was shining colorfully in the sun. Dizzy, Jiang Heng looked up at Fu Zhen, as if looking up at his superior monarch.
"Are you willing to marry me?" he asked Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhenwei was really shocked. He took a step back, covering his mouth, looking at Jiang Hengshu. He didn't speak for a long time. He didn't expect this moment to come so suddenly.
In fact, it was not a sudden, after all, they all got the marriage certificate today, but if it hadn't been for Jiang Hengshu suddenly to kneel on one knee, he would have forgotten that there was a marriage proposal.
Fu Zhen took a breath, patted his chest, pursed his lips, and said to Jiang Hengshu who was kneeling on the ground: "Your order is not right, right."
Under normal circumstances, you should propose marriage first before getting the certificate.
Jiang Hengshu smiled and raised the ring in his hand higher. He said to Fu Zhen: "Although the order is not too much, there must be a ceremony."
"Mr. Fu Zhen, are you willing to marry me?"
How could Fu Zhen be unwilling?
He wanted to look reserved, but his eager voice betrayed him.
"I do."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and smiled, holding his hand, put the ring on the ring finger of Fu Zhen's left hand, and then gently dropped a kiss on the back of Fu Zhen's hand.
Jiang Hengshu stood up from the ground, Fu Zhen stepped forward to hug him, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't prepare anything."
Jiang Hengshu comforted Fu Zhen softly and said to him, "No, you have prepared enough."
Fu Zhen's face was put on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder. Through the transparent glass window, he saw the dark woods in the distance and the lake in the middle of the woods. The ice and snow on the lake were melting, and spring was coming.
After the marriage proposal, Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen out of the bedroom and went to the living room downstairs. Only then did he tell Mrs. Jiang, "We went to the Civil Affairs Bureau today and got the marriage certificate."
Madam Jiang paused when she was making tea, but she immediately returned to normal. She just didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to move so fast.
She hummed, put down the teapot in her hand, and her eyes stayed on the ring on Fu Zhen's left ring finger for a moment. She laughed and asked Jiang Hengshu: "When are you going to hold the wedding?"
The wedding must be held when Fu Zhen’s belly is not obvious, otherwise he will have to wait for him to give birth to the child. Compared with these two options, Madam Jiang certainly hopes that they can choose the former, and since Jiang Hengshu now has the marriage certificate, and he probably chose the former.
Jiang Hengshu tilted his head and glanced at Fu Zhen beside him, held his hand, and said to Mrs. Jiang: "I want to have a wedding in April."
Madam Jiang seemed a little hesitant: "Will it be too rushed in April?"
"You don't have to invite too many people, and the wedding doesn't have to be too extravagant."
Madam Jiang nodded, then turned to ask Fu Zhen: "What does Xiao Zhen think?"
"I listen to him." Fu Zhen stretched out his fingers and touched Jiang Hengshu's arm. Jiang Hengshu grabbed his hand and held it in his palm.
Fu Zhen had no objection to Jiang Hengshu's words. He had no relatives or friends. Only one Jiang Hengshu remained. The biggest significance of this wedding to him was that Jiang Hengshu would spend his life with him from now on.
But about this, Jiang Hengshu had already assured him before the wedding.
Madam Jiang nodded: "...If that's the case, it really doesn't take much time. When I find a master to do the calculations for you, what good days are there in April."
Mrs. Jiang is not a superstitious person, but she is extremely cautious about this kind of thing. She thinks that she must find a master, which is considered auspicious.
After talking about the wedding, Mrs. Jiang took Fu Zhen’s hand, and the smile on her face became more amiable. She asked Fu Zhen carefully: "How are you feeling these two days? Hengshu said you have been vomiting for several days. ."
Fu Zhen lowered his head shyly and replied, "It's much better already."
Madam Jiang smiled and said to Fu Zhen: "The chef at home is much better than Hengshu's craftsmanship. Why not stay at home for a few days."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "No, he did very well."
Madam Jiang covered her lips and chuckled lightly, understanding that these young people wanted to live the world of two people, so she did not force them to move to Jiang's house.
In this way, March came quietly in the expectation of everyone. Fu Zhen was only three months pregnant. Jiang Hengshu took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. The fetus in his stomach was all normal. There are no genetic diseases or deformities.
The heart that Fu Zhen was holding finally let go, and his appetite has also improved a lot. Jiang Hengshu changed the way to supplement him with various nutrients every day, compared with Jiang Hengshu’s first time in December last year. When the bus saw him, Fu Zhen now had a little more flesh on his body. He didn't hold him like before, and his face was much rounder.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the child in his stomach, Fu Zhen devoted himself to the work of the Shazhou Chronicle. Mrs. Jiang did not need to worry about the wedding. He could just wait for the arrival of April with peace of mind.
Although the wedding between Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen did not have a big deal, it was the Hexi Jiang family after all, and Jiang Hengshu was the only successor to the Jiang family’s family. Even if they were not invited, everyone is right. This wedding is also of great concern.
I heard that the heir of the Jiang family seemed to have married a man. I didn't know what Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang thought, and finally agreed.
Fu Zhen’s wedding was set on April 9th, and the time was a little rushed, but Jiang Hengshu said that it was completely too late, and the master’s combination of the two of them would be considered another good day in June. The wedding must not wait until June.
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"Jiang Hengshu and Xiaozhen..." Fu Ting came to Fu Jianchen and said to Fu Jianchen, "We are getting married."
"I know." Fu Jianchen said slowly. Of course he knew that he watched them walk into the Civil Affairs Bureau together and came out together.
"Their wedding is on April 9th." Fu Ting continued.
Fu Jianchen said, his face was full of fatigue, and he looked up at the huge glass chandelier above his head without saying a word.
He once carefully prepared a grand wedding for Tang Wanwan. The price was probably that his child was getting married, but he had nothing to do with him.
He once took Tang Wanwan across the long red carpet, and handed her hand to Qin Zhao's in the church, witnessing the happiest moment in her life.
And now, his real baby is about to get married, but he can't even look at it.
This was his retribution, Fu Jianchen had already understood it, so he could only endure it silently.
On the second day of the Arbor Day, Fu Zhen went out to buy some fruits, but unexpectedly met Fu Ting on the road as soon as he went out.
Fu Zhen hesitated, but didn't see anything in the bento, and continued to move forward.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ting called to stop him: "Xiaozhen."
Fu Zhen stopped and didn't look back. He looked at the car speeding by on the street not far away. Fu Ting walked over and stopped beside Fu Zhen. He said to Fu Zhen, "I know you are getting married. I have prepared a gift for you."
"I don't need it." Fu Zhen said.
Fu Ting was silent for a while, and said: "I know you can't forgive us, I just want you to live a better life."
Fu Zhen sighed and turned his head to look at Fu Ting: "If you really do it for my own good, and hope I can live a happy life, then don't show up in front of me again."
Fu Ting was startled.
Fu Zhen lowered his eyes, and he swallowed all the hurtful words around his mouth after a circle. They used to love themselves, but they could completely choose Tang Wanwan after Tang Wanwan arrived. No one can To ensure that this situation will never happen again, Fu Zhen shook his head and smiled softly: "No need, I don't need you anymore."
Fu Ting suddenly raised his head and stared at Fu Zhen in a daze. He hoped to see the slightest nostalgia for him in Fu Zhen's expression, but he didn't.
Fu Zhen had no love or hatred in his eyes. He really wanted to treat them as strangers.
He remembered that Fu Zhen had seen him on an empty road shortly after being kicked out of Fu's house, and what he said to Fu Zhen was: "If you dare to appear in front of Wanwan, you Don't ask for the remaining leg."
At that time, Fu Zhen stared at himself with large hollow eyes, then turned and ran away.
The moonlight was very cold, and Fu Zhen's back figure gradually disappeared from his sight. Fu Ting only felt as if he had been cut in his heart.
At that time, Fu Ting still didn't understand where this pain came from. Now he understands everything, but it's too late.
"I won't come to see you again." Fu Ting assured Fu Zhen.
"Thank you." After Fu Zhen said this, he turned and left.
Fu Ting watched Fu Zhen disappear into his sight once again, and his brother was thanking him for his departure.
This is too ironic, but this result is entirely on his own account.