After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Hengshu brought 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 their certificates today, but she was very happy to see the two of them go home. Hurry up She ordered the kitchen to make more dishes that Fu Zhen liked, and then Mrs. Jiang remembered that Jiang Hengshu said that Fu Zhen's appetite has not been very good these two days, and asked the kitchen not to cook too greasy.
"Fu Zhen and I have something to do first." Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen's hand and walked up the stairs to Jiang Hengshu's bedroom.
It was not the first time Fu Zhen came here. He stood in the center of the bedroom, golden sunlight poured in through the huge windows, and countless dusts were flying in the air.
Fu Zhen didn't know why Jiang Hengshu asked him to come up, but he vaguely felt that it was probably a very important matter. Jiang Hengshu bent down to open a cabinet beside his bed, because his back was facing Fu Zhen. Didn't see what he took out of the drawer.
He rubbed his hands uneasily, stretched his neck, and asked Jiang Hengshu, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Hengshu turned around and looked at Fu Zhen. There seemed to be countless stardust hidden in his blue eyes, and he was holding a small gray box in his hand.
He walked up to Fu Zhen, knelt down slowly, and opened the gray box in his hand. A platinum ring lay quietly on the white ring pillow, and the diamonds on the ring shone with colorful lights in the sun. Dizzy, Jiang Hengshu looked up at Fu Zhen, as if he was looking up at his superior monarch.
"Will you marry me?" He asked Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen was really frightened. He took a step back, covered his mouth, looked at Jiang Hengshu, and didn't speak for a long time. He didn't expect this moment to come so suddenly.
In fact, it wasn't sudden, after all, they both got their marriage certificates today, but if Jiang Hengshu didn't suddenly kneel down on one knee for him, he would have forgotten about the marriage proposal.
Fu Zhen took a deep breath, patted his chest, pursed his lips, and said to Jiang Hengshu who was kneeling on the ground: "Your order is not right."
Under normal circumstances, it should be proposed first, and then go to get the certificate.
Jiang Hengshu smiled, and raised the ring in his hand a little higher. He said to Fu Zhen, "Although the order is not too many, there must be some rituals."
"Mr. Fu Zhen, are you willing to marry me?"
How could Fu Zhen not be willing
He tried to look reserved, but his eager voice gave him away.
"I would."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and smiled, took his hand, put the ring on the ring finger of Fu Zhen's left hand, and then kissed the back of Fu Zhen's hand lightly.
Jiang Hengshu stood up from the ground, Fu Zhen stepped forward to hug him, and said to him 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 pressed against Jiang Hengshu's shoulder. Through the transparent glass window, he could see 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 proposing, Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen out of the bedroom and came to the living room downstairs. Then he told Mrs. Jiang, "We went to the Civil Affairs Bureau today and got the marriage certificate."
Mrs. Jiang paused while she was making tea, but she immediately returned to normal. She just didn't expect Jiang Hengshu's movements to be so fast.
She hummed, put down the teapot in her hand, her eyes stayed on the ring on Fu Zhen's left ring finger for a moment, she laughed, and asked Jiang Hengshu: "Then when do you plan to hold the wedding?"
The wedding must be held before Fu Zhen's belly is obvious, otherwise he will have to wait for him to give birth to the child. Compared with these two options, Mrs. Jiang certainly hopes that they can choose the former, and since Now that Jiang Hengshu has obtained his marriage certificate, he probably chose the former as well.
Jiang Hengshu glanced at Fu Zhen beside him, held his hand, and said to Mrs. Jiang, "I want to hold a wedding in April."
Mrs. Jiang seemed a little hesitant: "Will April be too hasty?"
"You don't need to invite too many people, and the wedding doesn't need to be too extravagant."
Mrs. Jiang nodded, then turned to Fu Zhen and asked, "What do you think, Xiao Zhen?"
"I'll listen to him." Fu Zhen stretched out his finger and touched Jiang Hengshu's arm. Jiang Hengshu grabbed his hand and held it in his palm.
Fu Zhen has no objection to Jiang Hengshu's words. He has no relatives and no friends. There is only one Jiang Hengshu left. The greatest significance of this wedding to him is that Jiang Hengshu will spend his life with him from now on.
But regarding this point, Jiang Hengshu had already assured him before the wedding.
Mrs. Jiang nodded: "... In that case, it really doesn't take much time. Let me find a master to do the math for you. What good days are there in April?"
Mrs. Jiang is not a superstitious person, but she is extra cautious in this kind of matter. She thinks it is auspicious to find a master.
After talking about the wedding, Mrs. Jiang took Fu Zhen's hand, and the smile on her face became more and more kind. She asked Fu Zhen carefully: "How are you feeling these two days? Heng Shu said that you have been vomiting for several days .”
Fu Zhen lowered his head shyly, and replied, "It's much better."
Mrs. Jiang smiled and said to Fu Zhen: "The chef at home is much better than Heng Shu's craftsmanship. Why don't you stay at home for a few days."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "No, he did very well."
Mrs. Jiang covered her lips and smiled softly. She also understood that these young people wanted to live in a world of two, so she didn't force them to move to Jiang's house.
In this way, March came quietly in the anticipation of everyone. Fu Zhen was just three months pregnant when Jiang Hengshu took him to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. The fetus in his stomach was all normal. There is no genetic disease or deformity or anything like that.
The heart that Fu Zhen was holding was finally completely let go, and his appetite improved a lot because of this. Jiang Hengshu changed his ways 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 was not as tight as before, and his face was much rounder.
After Fu Zhen made sure that there was nothing wrong with the child in his stomach, he devoted himself to the work of the Shazhou Chronicle. Mrs. Jiang didn't need to worry about the wedding, he just had to wait for the arrival of April with peace of mind.
Although Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen's wedding was not a big deal, it was Hexi Jiang's family after all, and Jiang Hengshu was the only successor of the Jiang family's head family after all. This wedding is also very concerned.
I just heard that the heir of the Jiang family seems to have found a man to marry. I don't know what Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang thought, but they finally agreed.
Fu Zhen and their wedding date was set on April 9th, and the time was a bit rushed, but Jiang Hengshu said that it was completely in time, and the master combined their horoscopes and calculated that another good day would be in June. The wedding certainly can't 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, he watched the two of them walk into the Civil Affairs Bureau together and come out together.
"Their wedding is on April 9th." Fu Ting continued.
Fu Jianchen hummed, his face was full of tiredness, he looked up at the huge glass chandelier above his head, without saying a word.
He had carefully prepared a grand wedding for Tang Wanwan, and the price was probably that his child was getting married now, but had nothing to do with him.
He once led Tang Wanwan through the long red carpet, handed her hand to Qin Zhao's in the church, and witnessed the happiest moment in her life.
But now, his real baby is getting married, but he can't even take a look at it.
This is his retribution, and Fu Jianchen already understood it, so he could only bear it silently.
On the second day of 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 for a moment, and continued to walk forward as he didn't see anything.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ting called out to stop him: "Xiao Zhen."
Fu Zhen stopped without looking back, and looked at the cars speeding by on the street not far away. Fu Ting came over and stopped beside Fu Zhen. He said to Fu Zhen, "I know you are getting married. I have prepared a present 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 better."
Fu Zhen sighed, and turned to look at Fu Ting: "If you are really doing it for my own good and hope that I can live a happy life, then don't appear in front of me again."
Fu Ting was stunned.
Fu Zhen lowered his eyes, he swallowed all those hurtful words around his mouth, they used to love themselves, but after Tang Wanwan came, they chose Tang Wanwan completely, no one could Guaranteeing that such a situation would not happen again, Fu Zhen shook his head and smiled softly: "No need, I don't need you anymore."
Fu Ting raised his head suddenly, and looked at Fu Zhen in a daze. He hoped to see the slightest nostalgia for him on Fu Zhen's expression, but he didn't.
There was neither love nor hatred in Fu Zhen's eyes, he really wanted to treat them as strangers.
He remembered that shortly after Fu Zhen was kicked out of Fu's house, he saw him on an empty road, and what he said to Fu Zhen at that time was: "If you dare to appear in front of Wanwan again, you Don't want the rest of the leg either."
At that time, Fu Zhen stared at him with a pair of big empty eyes, then turned and ran away.
The moonlight was very cold, Fu Zhen's back gradually disappeared from his sight, and Fu Ting felt as if a knife had been stabbed out of his heart.
At that time, Fu Ting didn't understand where this pain came from, but now he understands everything, but it's too late.
"I won't come to you again." Fu Ting assured Fu Zhen.
"Thank you." After Fu Zhen said this, he turned and left.
Fu Ting once again watched Fu Zhen's figure disappear from his sight, and his younger brother thanked him for his departure.
This is really too ironic, but this result is entirely his own fault.