Mr. Mu Shaocheng curved his lips into a smile, "Let's go get our marriage certificate now."
As he spoke, he grabbed Qin Wan's hand, intending to pull her along.
Qin Wan gave him a stern look, "Shaocheng, stop messing around."
"Didn't you say you're not my wife yet?"
Love shimmered in Mu Shaocheng's deep eyes as he reflected her image, his voice low and magnetic, "Once we register, you'll be my wife."
Qin Wan pursed her lips, a flicker of struggle crossing her shallow eyes.
Thinking of Chu Yiheng's instructions from before, she still shook her head, "Tomorrow, Shaocheng. I'm going to help take care of Senior Sister Ye today."
"You also need to rest, Wanwan."
"It's fine."
Qin Wan insisted, so Mu Shaocheng could only relent.
Together with Qin Wan, he took the elevator upstairs to Ye Jin's hospital room.
Ye Zixian greeted Qin Wan politely, "Aunt Qin."
