classifiedscript Chapter 239 Did he really get a marriage certificate with the rich woman?
Chapter 239 Did he really get a marriage certificate with the rich woman?
Chapter 239 Did he really get a marriage certificate with the rich woman?
The night was deep, and the iron gate of the dormitory of the Morning Post Building was shrouded in silence, with only occasional people coming and going.
The little BMW was parked quietly on one side.
The orange-yellow light cast by the streetlights in the distance penetrated the windshield, but by the time it reached Yu Huan's face, it was already very faint.
President Xu has had a very fruitful day, returning home with a full harvest.
They brought back a large bag each of purple sweet potatoes and crucian carp, and, unable to refuse the kindness of Lao Yu's family, they also brought back a five-liter bucket of pure, natural, and organic rapeseed oil.
When Lao Lin helped him carry his things upstairs, both of them were carrying loads of stuff.
About five minutes later, during this break, Yu Huan saw the message Lin Yourong had sent him twenty minutes earlier, and chatted with her briefly about the specific arrangements for tomorrow.
I glanced up casually and saw Old Lin leisurely walking out of the side gate.
He hurriedly typed a few words on his phone: 'I'm taking your dad home now. Honey, get some rest.'
Drive safely, see you tomorrow!
'Okay, good night!' Yu Huan pressed the send button, then gently placed the phone on the armrest box beside her legs.
After Lao Lin sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt,
Yu Huan shifted into drive, and the little BMW slowly drove away from the iron gate, away from the street lamp, and into the night.
A few moments.
Turn from the side road onto the open main road.
The orange-yellow streetlights cast a play of light and shadow inside the carriage.
Old Lin suddenly asked in a slow voice, "You Rong is holding a book signing event in Xingcheng tomorrow. She'll be here in the morning and leaving in the evening. Xiao Yu, you should go and check it out, right?"
Yu Huan nodded slightly, and after a moment's thought, replied, "Yes, she should go back to the cigarette factory dormitory for dinner."
Upon hearing this, Old Lin was taken aback at first, then chuckled and joked, "She really has forgotten her parents now that she has a husband. I thought she was so busy this time that she didn't even have time to eat before heading to Shanghai."
Yu Huan inexplicably sensed a faint hint of jealousy from her father.
He quickly invited, "Come have dinner with Mom tomorrow night."
Old Lin shook his head and politely declined, saying, "Never mind, it's rare for you two to get together these days, so we won't disturb your time together."
Yu Huan recalled her WeChat conversation with Lin Yourong and said, "Sister Ru and Rongrong's best friend will probably come over for dinner too."
"You Rong's best friend... Xiao Meng?" Old Lin then added the full name: "You mean Ji Meng?"
"Dad, do you know him?"
Hearing this question, Old Lin couldn't help but chuckle: "Of course. The house next door to yours is hers, but she's moved out now. Ji Meng's parents both worked at the cigarette factory, and they were your mother's colleagues."
These words were quite unexpected for Yu Huan.
He gripped the steering wheel and slowly turned it to the right, saying in surprise, "No wonder I've lived there for so long and never met my neighbors or heard anything from them. I thought it was because we had different schedules."
"Ji Meng and You Rong were classmates in junior and senior high school, and they were very close. I heard that she is now a photographer and has opened her own studio." Old Lin took a small bottle of mineral water from the car door storage compartment, gently unscrewed it, and took a sip.
Yu Huan was lost in memories, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up high, unable to suppress it: "The wedding certificate photos of Rongrong and me were taken at her studio early in the morning, and she was the one who took the photos herself."
He will never forget the scene of taking ID photos in the photography studio that morning.
Lin Yourong stood in front.
With her back to him, she took off her down jacket and knitted sleeveless vest, then removed her hat and glanced back.
The pure white shirt accentuated her shapely figure, and her face was lightly made up, making her look quite beautiful.
To be honest, it's really tempting.
"Really?" Old Lin casually asked, putting the mineral water bottle back into the car door storage compartment.
Yu Huan recalled Lin Yourong's calm reply that she couldn't be too casual about her documents because they needed to be shown to her parents.
So he asked Old Lin with a smile, "Dad, haven't you and Mom seen our marriage certificate?"
"I haven't seen it, but your mother probably has," Old Lin said with a smile, shaking his head.
Yu Huan was stunned for a moment, but as he drove on the main road with the steering wheel in his hand, he quickly came to his senses.
I still remember that Lin Yourong said it as if she was trying to answer to her parents.
It turns out that Lao Lin hadn't even seen their marriage certificate?
Moreover, Lin Yourong's household registration is still on Lao Lin's household registration book.
If the mother-in-law hasn't seen it either, assuming they are truly a couple by mutual consent, wouldn't this marriage certificate be equivalent to a white-collar job?
He stared intently at the road, lost in thought, and suddenly asked, "Dad, aren't you and Mom afraid that Rongrong and I might be deceiving you and that we haven't actually registered our marriage?"
Old Lin smiled and then slowly said, "I can tell at a glance that she's lying, and in my mind right now, you're a pretty honest kid."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan remained silent to herself.
What does it mean to say, "In my mind right now, you're a pretty honest kid"?
By forcibly inserting the word "now," Lao Lin's words clearly implied that he was not being honest at the moment.
However, there was no displeasure in Lao Lin's voice.
"Speaking of which," Old Lin continued, "most of the people at your gathering are young, so your mother and I won't join in the fun."
Yu Huan smiled brightly: "Anyway, Rongrong will be back in Xingcheng next week, so there's plenty of time."
“That’s true!” Old Lin nodded with satisfaction.
Not long after, following his father-in-law's instructions, Yu Huan parked the BMW steadily at the entrance road of the community garage.
He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and helped take out the fishing gear bag.
Old Lin then took out two large plastic bags and one small plastic bag from the plastic box.
Two large plastic bags contained purple sweet potatoes and tangerines, weighing a total of thirty to forty pounds, while a small plastic bag contained five crucian carp, each weighing about one pound.
The fishing was so-so in the afternoon. From 2:30 to 5:30, I fished with four rods for three hours and only caught about 20 pounds.
Except for one small grass carp, the rest were all crucian carp.
Apart from the dozen or so large crucian carp that President Xu took, the rest will all be air-dried, and then Yu Huan will take them back to the city district.
Seeing the weariness on Old Lin's face, Yu Huan asked again with concern, "Dad, do you really not need me to help you upstairs?"
Old Lin weighed the plastic bags in his hands and smiled, saying, "Just put my fishing tackle bag in the elevator for me. Your mom went out to play cards and isn't home. I saw you were almost unable to keep your eyes open while driving. Hang in there for ten more minutes, then go back and take a shower and get some rest."
"Okay, since Mom isn't home, I won't go upstairs," Yu Huan nodded in agreement.
The two walked with quick and tight steps.
After saying goodbye to his father-in-law, Yu Huan got back into the driver's seat of the BMW in just three minutes and released the handbrake.
He yawned deeply and then gently pressed the accelerator.
Under the dim sky, there are rows and rows of buildings.
As Yu Huan drove his BMW, he glanced at the myriad lights on both sides of the road to keep himself alert.
We quickly and smoothly passed through the gate and parked the BMW in the garage.
Yu Huan took the plastic box out of the trunk and placed it in the corner.
He then pulled out a heavy bag of tangerines and two large crucian carp from it, the black plastic bag containing the fish slightly tied at the top.
Yu Huan held the two fish in his hand, and they even twitched their tails a few times. It has to be said that they were really tenacious.
She strode out of the garage, pulled down the roller shutter, and quickly locked it. Without stopping, Yu Huan hurried up to the third floor, opened the front door, and placed the crucian carp in the stainless steel sink in the kitchen.
After a moment's thought, I took a vegetable basket and covered it with it, then used a heavy kitchen knife to firmly press it down.
I took a shower and tidied up.
Yu Huan, dressed in pajamas, was feeling tired, but he still forced himself to sit at the computer desk on the balcony.
I mainly used the Windows built-in Paint program to carefully design the sketches for the soundproof ceiling, and occasionally traded some virtual currency.
Time slipped by quietly until the phone on the side of the mousepad vibrated, the WeChat message notification breaking the silence of the balcony.
After Yu Huan finished the transaction, he picked up his phone, unlocked it, and saw that it was a message from Wang Xianjiao:
"Brother Yu, are you really not going to Lin Su's first album signing event? It's right next to the Helong Stadium at the Tian Han Grand Theatre!"
Yu Huan noticed that it was already 10:47. Unconsciously, more than two hours had passed.
He stood up, stretching his body as he typed a few lines:
I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't go.
My eyes swept over the line of text, but I didn't send it immediately.
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment, pondering.
He knew that tomorrow's autograph session would be packed with people, media and fans would gather there, and even reporters from the Jiangnan Morning Post would be there.
If he squeezes into the crowd of fans and becomes an eyesore, he will be exposed.
After all, he's a minor celebrity now.
Moreover, Lin Yourong will come back to eat after her event. Why would I go and cause her trouble when I'm already full?
With that thought in mind, I firmly clicked the send button.
Yu Huan then picked up the mug on the computer desk, went straight to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.
The orange streetlights outside the window shone into the living room, and in the dim light, you could see the road clearly without turning on the lights.
Yu Huan slowly walked into the bedroom. Just as she sat down at the computer desk, her phone suddenly vibrated.
Looking up, a new message came into view:
"Do you need me to get you a signed album? Although there's a limit of one per person, I can try to find a way; I have insider connections!"
With a limited edition 'Rong Huan' Golden Legend in hand, why would you care about bulk signed albums?
He tapped the screen lightly: 'No need, thank you. A friend helped me get a signed album at the first stop of my book signing in Guangzhou.'
'...'
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xianjiao replied again:
'Brother Yu, you're amazing! You're such a devoted husband!'
"Not bad." Yu Huan smiled slightly, continued typing quickly, and clicked send: "I'm going to sleep now, you should get some rest too."
Goodnight to Lin Su's number one male fan, who keeps his achievements hidden!
Upon seeing this reply, Yu Huan couldn't help but smile.
He put his phone in his pocket, bent down and pressed the power button on his laptop. As the screen gradually dimmed, he gently closed it.
I took off my pajamas and sweater, climbed into bed, crawled under the covers, and reached out to turn off the light.
After a series of movements, the back of his head just touched the soft pillow, and the sleepiness that had been suppressed for so long suddenly swept over his whole body like a tidal wave.
In an instant, it fell into a deep sleep.
A dreamless night.
As time passed, the light in the bedroom gradually brightened.
Yu Huan's tightly closed eyes sensed the change in light, which gradually awakened his consciousness and brought his thoughts back to focus.
Suddenly remembering that he had a lot of things to do today, Yu Huan abruptly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
Feeling the stark contrast between the cold air outside the blankets and the warmth inside, Yu Huan, despite every cell in her body yearning for more sleep, simply wrapped herself in the blankets and slowly sat up.
His vision was still blurry with sleep, and he reached for his phone next to his pillow.
Upon turning on the screen, the time of 7:03 came into view, indicating that it was still early.
He opened the Taobao app and saw that the flame-retardant sound-absorbing cotton for the ceiling had arrived at the outlet and was awaiting delivery.
On this quiet morning, Yu Huan leaned against the headboard and made a phone call to his good friend Xie Gouhua.
After a long pause, the drawn-out ringtone stopped, followed by Xie Gouhua's muffled voice: "Huan'er, why are you calling me so early?"
He was obviously sleeping and was woken up by the phone call.
Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly, and she turned the tables on him with a smile: "Dog, what's wrong with you? You haven't contacted me for so long, not even a phone call?"
Xie Gouhua cleared his throat and spoke through the receiver, quickly asking, "So you're saying the previous QQ messages don't count as contact?"
"Before? It's been half a month!"
"Okay, okay, the period around the Spring Festival is the peak season for home renovations. I'm busy with the store and delivering goods every day, and I'm a little overwhelmed." Xie Gouhua's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.
The prodigal son was clearly controlled by business.
Yu Huan smiled and cut straight to the point: "Gouzi, I'm planning to install a soundproof ceiling, and I mainly need to buy some timber and plasterboard. It's not a lot, so it's a bit of a hassle. It would be great if you could help me with the cutting and processing! Do you have any connections—"
“Huan’er, what’s the point of soundproofing your place? It’s a waste of money. If it’s too noisy, just rent somewhere else,” Xie Gouhua interrupted abruptly.
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment, then explained slowly, "No, I've already registered my marriage with the rich woman. I've terminated the lease on that house in Lion Hill. Now my wife and I are living together on the third floor. There's a room that's too noisy because it's close to the road, so we'd like to install some soundproofing."
The words, spoken with a hint of joking, fell to the floor.
Xie Gouhua was somewhat incredulous: "Huh? You really got a marriage certificate with that rich woman?"
"How could this be fake? They just haven't held the wedding yet."
"Holy crap! You really, really, really hooked up with a rich woman!?" Xie Gouhua exclaimed in surprise.
Yu Huan laughed heartily: "How so?"
Xie Gouhua's cheerful voice came through the receiver: "Although I don't have any timber or plasterboard here, you can come over today, and I'll find someone to arrange it for you."
"can."
"But Huan'er, you're not planning to install the ceiling yourself, are you?" Xie Gouhua asked curiously.
“Yes, I plan to do it myself! I’ve already designed the sketches. The only trouble is with the timber. Besides, it would be best if you could help me cut it to the required length and width, I also need to pick out each piece beforehand. There can’t be any knots or wormholes, and the cross-sections can’t be uneven in size. They must be straight to prevent the structure from deforming and to ensure it’s sturdy enough to prevent it from falling on someone.” Yu Huan explained the requirements in detail.
"So you're saying this wasn't a rash decision, but rather a well-thought-out plan?"
"What do you think, Dog?"
"Okay, it's good that you're prepared. I trust your practical skills."
"The quantity is small, but the requirements are high, but I can pay for the processing fee."
Xie Gouhua pondered for a moment and said, "No need for processing fees. Just bring two packs of Furongwang cigarettes and pay for the materials. I'll take care of the rest."
(End of this chapter)