Chapter 62: Marriage Registration
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Chu Feng found it strange. Who else could he marry? He hadn’t done anything today, so why was the character Little Xie in an attacking posture?
Chu Feng slightly turned his head and saw X.
This guy had somehow appeared beside him, tall and slender, wearing a stylish windbreaker, standing as if he were a groom on the Champs-Élysées in Paris.
Chu Feng: “Could you please stand aside?”
X lowered his head, looking at Chu Feng, with a hint of puzzlement in his gaze, unclear whether it was genuine or feigned.
The twenty-year-old Little Xie stared at the scene in front of him, finding it too glaring. He couldn’t see the face of the guy with the bandage, but with a height of over 1.9 meters, standing next to Chu Feng, it looked like the perfect height difference between lovers, ready to kiss with just a slight tilt of the head.
At this moment, the bandaged man looked down at Chu Feng, who was looking up at him. Suddenly, the twenty-year-old Little Shiyu coldly asked, “When will you two stop looking at each other?”
“Oh, sorry.”
X pretended to just realize it, taking a small step back apologetically, his expression remorseful, and whispered to Chu Feng, “Sorry for making your husband misunderstand again.”
His eyes were innocent, his voice deliberately softened, and with his tall figure and imposing presence, he managed to portray a sense of grievance, like a tall plush bear abandoned in an amusement park.
The twenty-year-old Xie rolled his eyes. X knew that the more apologetic and polite he appeared, the more he could highlight Xie’s aggressive stance at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, making him look like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
“Don’t be angry.”
Chu Feng moved away from X and walked up to Little Xie, reaching out to hug him.
“Let’s go register.”
They walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together. X watched from outside.
Although Chu Feng was somewhat matched in height with his husband, but…
X watched the back of 29-year-old Chu Feng as he left and glanced at his 20-year-old husband beside him.
Twenty-nine and twenty, it was like dating a little boy, Chu Feng must have a hard time.
X remembered Chu Feng’s Dream City, either an 18-year-old high school student husband, or a husband from childhood, or this kind of college student, slightly older at twenty-five or twenty-six. X thought, the little beauty should find a more mature man, like him at the age of thirty.
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“I’ve told you, there’s really nothing between us. He’s just a…”
Twenty-nine-year-old Chu Feng and twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together.
“Just a what? Why didn’t you finish?”
The twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu looked coldly at Chu Feng.
Chu Feng didn’t know how to explain to the game’s Xie Shiyu. Should he say X was a regulator? That this was actually a game? The character Xie Shiyu wouldn’t understand that; he would just treat it as if he hadn’t heard. Chu Feng could only say:
“He’s just a… passerby. I don’t know him at all. He’s completely irrelevant, okay?”
Xie Shiyu’s eyes slowly glanced at Chu Feng’s phone.
Chu Feng’s heart skipped a beat.
Xie Shiyu: “Can I take a look at your phone?”
Chu Feng: “…”
—The virtual phone in the game mimicked a real phone, and there were WeChat chat records between him and X: Good morning, good afternoon, talk later in the evening, kitten emojis…
Chu Feng: “Xie Shiyu, just because of such a small matter, you have to suspect me?”
“Don’t talk so much. Can you let me see your phone, it’s just a simple matter.”
Chu Feng: “No. Even if we’re married, we still need a little personal space, right? I don’t want to spend every day doubting and checking phones. You’re twenty years old this year, and I’ve known you for thirteen years, dated for five years. Is there no basic trust? I’ve never checked your phone.”
Ta—
A phone landed on the marble countertop.
Xie Shiyu: “Go ahead and check, you know the password.”
“I don’t want to check.” Chu Feng: “Xie Shiyu, can’t we skip this whole checking the phone thing? I don’t like it.”
Xie Shiyu was a pragmatist. Regardless of whatever discussions about personal space and mutual trust, he only recognized one thing:
“The phone.”
Xie Shiyu reached out his hand to Chu Feng.
Slap.
Chu Feng slapped Xie Shiyu’s outstretched palm with his hand, not giving him anything:
“I’ve already said, I don’t want anyone to see my phone, that’s it.”
“Are you unwilling to let me see it, or are you afraid to let me see it?” Xie Shiyu stared at Chu Feng. “You don’t like me touching your phone, fine, I won’t touch it. Just open WeChat and let me take a look at the chat list, just one glance.”
Chu Feng remained silent.
Xie Shiyu: “Are you unwilling to do even this?”
Chu Feng: “Xie Shiyu, do you have to be like this on the day we register our marriage?”
The twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu stared at him.
Tension hung in the air, and Chu Feng felt like they might start arguing the next second.
For a twenty-year-old Chu Feng to argue with a twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu was understandable. But he was already twenty-nine.
A nine-year age gap, if they argued again, it would be like a ninth grader arguing with a first grader.
Chu Feng didn’t want to waste these nine years, nor did he want to argue with Little Xie in reality when they were registering their marriage. If they argued in the game too, it would be even more absurd.
Click, clack.
“Go ahead and look.”
Chu Feng threw the phone onto the marble countertop. “You also know the password.”
Xie Shiyu opened Chu Feng’s WeChat. In the chat list, the second contact was prominently labeled “X.”
“I’m not familiar with him? We have no relationship at all?” Xie Shiyu held Chu Feng’s phone and showed him the chat page.
“Is this not familiar?”
“Fine, I admit…” Chu Feng lowered his head. “I have talked to him before. But it’s just normal chatting.”
Xie Shiyu leisurely flipped through the chat records between his wife and the bandaged weird guy, several cute kitten emojis jumping into view.
Xie Shiyu flipped through them one by one: “Chu Feng, I never knew you talked to others like this.”
Chu Feng lowered his head. He had never sent these cute emojis before; his chatting style was still quite plain and aloof when he was twenty. These emojis were all stolen from Lin Lan. Chu Feng defended himself quietly:
“It’s just a few cat pictures.”
Xie Shiyu pulled out another picture and held it up to Chu Feng’s face. It was of him extending a kitten paw toward X, making a heart…
Chu Feng had no words.
He had just sent a few emojis to X, but in Xie Shiyu’s hands, it seemed like he and X were having an affair.
Chu Feng snatched back his phone: “You’ve seen it, is it enough? Do you still want to register with me?”
“Yes.”
The twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu grabbed Chu Feng tightly, his expression somewhat aggrieved.
“You never… sent me these emojis before.”
“I’ll send them from now on.” Chu Feng: “I’ll send you kitten emojis every day until you’re tired of them.”
“That kitten does look like you.” Xie Shiyu recalled the emojis Chu Feng sent, a pitiful white cat squatting in the corner, tail drooping.
Chu Feng was speechless. “How does it look like me?”
Xie Shiyu: “There’s a set of white cat pajamas in the dorm. The last time you wore them, we…”
Chu Feng quickly reached out to cover his mouth, but Xie Shiyu grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
“….Mm.”
Xie Shiyu leaned down and kissed him.
Chu Feng’s eyelashes fluttered, and he gently closed his eyes, obediently opening his mouth to let Xie Shiyu deepen the kiss…
But Xie Shiyu suddenly pulled back, turning to bite Chu Feng’s left ear.
“…Mm! What are you…”
Chu Feng instinctively shrunk his left shoulder, trying to cover his ear, but Xie Shiyu held onto his left earlobe with his teeth, his other hand supporting Chu Feng’s waist, pressing him against the marble countertop.
“…Xie Shiyu! Not here…”
Xie Shiyu chuckled softly. “I didn’t say I was going to do anything, why are you so excited?”
Chu Feng pushed him with all his strength. He was twenty-nine now and couldn’t match the energy of a young man like Xie Shiyu. The twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu was like a rock, immovable on top of him. Xie Shiyu smiled slightly, speaking to him in a sweet and harmless tone:
“Tonight, wear the kitten outfit for our honeymoon, and make sure to put the tail in.”
Chu Feng shook his head repeatedly. The last experience made him afraid of that cat tail. “C-Can I just wear the cat ears?”
“Nope. How can a kitten be without its tail?”
Chu Feng blushed with embarrassment, but he was pinned down by Xie Shiyu and couldn’t move. He could only reluctantly feel Xie Shiyu’s kisses tracing along his face from his left ear, delicate and tender, until he leaned down again and captured his lips once more.
As the kiss intensified—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three loud knocks startled Chu Feng, and he immediately pushed away the kissing Little Xie.
Behind the marble countertop, the glass of the marriage registration counter rattled.
The 23-year-old intern at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Little Xie, sat behind the counter, watching his twenty-year-old self passionately kissing Chu Feng. He pounded on the glass, glaring at Twenty-Year-Old Xie:
“Take it home if you’re gonna do that! Don’t do it here at the Civil Affairs Bureau, have some decency!”
Twenty-Year-Old Xie, thick-skinned as ever, slowly stood up, while Chu Feng blushed and quickly stood up too.
Although he knew that everyone in the city was Xie Shiyu, he still felt ashamed in public.
Intern Xie Shiyu took out two “Marriage Registration Declaration Forms”: “Do you still want to sign?”
“Sign.”
Xie Shiyu swiftly waved his pen, and the declaration forms flew through the gap in the counter glass. Intern Xie Shiyu caught them like catching a dart and threw them onto the table, stamping them briskly.
Chu Feng delicately signed his name and handed over the declaration forms. Intern Xie Shiyu reached out to take them, and incidentally touched Chu Feng’s smooth hand.
Bang—
The glass window trembled heavily. Twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu slammed his fist down, his tone fiery:
“Where are you touching!”
Intern Xie Shiyu retorted with a smirk: “We’re an old married couple, we touch wherever we want. Unlike some people, who just got married and have never seen the world. Still playing with kitten outfits, how many times have you played this ‘play’? It’s so old-fashioned.”
Xie Twenty’s face grew darker as he listened, coldly saying, “What kind of ‘play’ has he and you engaged in?”
Chu Feng quickly shot a pleading look to Xie Twenty-three, signaling him to stop!
Intern Xie Shiyu, who was twenty-three, was very unhappy. He felt stifled witnessing Xie Twenty marrying Chu Feng. And now, this guy, Xie Twenty, dared to discuss some kitten play with Chu Feng right in front of him. Intern Xie Shiyu smiled slightly at Xie Twenty, with an air of calm and familiarity:
“A lot, like kitten, cheongsam, bunny, we’ve played many ‘plays’ more than once. Black cat, white cat, orange cat, he’s played them all, right, Chu Feng? Oh, and one time, you even played as a ragdoll cat, with a big, thick, fluffy tail. It was so hard for you to eat, you cried the whole time. Do you remember?”
Chu Feng: “I don’t remember!!”
Xie Twenty-three sighed softly, “Well, no wonder you don’t remember. It’s my fault, too intense, turned you into that, how could you remember anything?”
Chu Feng wished he could hide inside the glass cabinet and sew this Xie Shiyu’s mouth shut!
At this moment, a cold gaze fell upon him.
Chu Feng gently raised his head and saw twenty-year-old Xie Shiyu staring at him, his face incredibly dark:
“Chu Feng, is what he said true?”
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