Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 590: V462: Feng Chengjin: "All good, all liked, as long as it’s you." 3000
In an instant, Feng Chengjin’s face somehow turned from cold to green.
All that was clear was that when Feng Chengjin, with a cold face, squeezed out a few stiff words from his throat, "What did you say?"
Qiu Zhixuan was awkwardly close to tears.
After all, didn’t their situation look like a divorce? She had been dragged all the way here, unwilling and reluctant.
Feng Chengjin’s face was colder than a December ice storm...
She didn’t even believe it herself.
Even the couple behind them looked at them strangely, obviously thinking, "Did you run to the wrong place? If you’re here for a divorce, it’s not here; give us some space, we’re in a hurry."
Even Qin Nuo, who had arrived earlier and just brought over some middle-level leader from the city civil affairs bureau intending to help them cut the line, covered his face tragically at the sight, acting as if he didn’t know President Feng...
Qiu Zhixuan was extremely embarrassed.
At the scene, after observing for a while, and after closely examining the two, the staff incredulously asked in a low voice, "Are you here to get married?"
"What else!" Feng Chengjin’s outburst instantaneously made him the center of attention, completely refreshing the perceptions of everyone getting married and divorced on the day of April 14th.
All of a sudden.
People getting married couldn’t believe there were those getting married like this.
Divorcees were even more incredulous, wondering, what’s going on? These days, people getting married can quarrel more fiercely than those getting divorced?
Neither group could believe it.
At the service window, the staff handling the registration collectively shot glances over, then weakly asked Feng Chengjin and Qiu Zhixuan a second question that made Feng Chengjin furious, "Miss, are you willing?"
In an instant, Feng Chengjin: "..."
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Twenty minutes later.
Facing Feng Chengjin and Qiu Zhixuan sitting in a private little office.
Outside the door, the staff and Qin Nuo bowing to each other in apology...
Staff: "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t expect this to really be President Feng, even less did I expect he was actually here to get married."
Qin Nuo kept bowing: "No, no, no, it’s our President Feng who should apologize, he’s not in a good mood today, just had a fight with his fiancée and caused you to misunderstand."
Staff: "Ah, no, no, no, it’s still our fault, we were unobservant, really looked at it wrong, we didn’t serve the people well."
Qin Nuo: "No, no, you’ve done a great job; actually, seeing our President Feng this way, even we couldn’t believe he was here to get married, sorry for the fuss."
Inside, Qiu Zhixuan listened to those words, helplessly and chaotically curling her lips, finding it all so absurd she had nothing to say.
Looking at Feng Chengjin beside her, who was rapidly and coldly filling out a form with a pen.
Her mind grew even more chaotic.
Feng Chengjin’s side profile was handsome, with clear, defined edges, with arcs that all women love.
His tightly furrowed brows, and the slight wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, added a few more qualities of depth and restraint to his age’s steady aura.
She looked at him with fondness, love, and a desire to keep loving him.
But she...
Qiu Zhixuan kept staring at him, her emotions in turmoil.
As Feng Chengjin’s elegant handwriting danced off the paper, he coldly stated, "Don’t look at me. I currently don’t want you to look. If you don’t know what needs to be done today, I don’t mind finishing filling out the forms and communicating it all to you."
Such words left Qiu Zhixuan’s heart pounding, glancing down at her form, and she understood clearly that Feng Chengjin was asking her to fill out her form, and if she didn’t, he would definitely threaten her.
But... in her chaotic heart, with tangled issues, and the fact that he’s still someone else’s fiancé, with the Feng Family probably still not accepting her, and her past promise to definitely leave Feng Chengjin...
As Qiu Zhixuan picked up the pen, the tip felt unbearably heavy.
Each stroke, each line, she couldn’t fill it out.
In the end, caught in hesitation, she could only come up with a chaotic reason to speak, "How about... we wait a few more days? Everything’s a bit chaotic now, let’s take two days to think about it, and besides, today doesn’t feel like a good day..."
"What’s wrong with today?"
"April 14th, the anniversary of the Titanic sinking, it doesn’t sound auspicious." Qiu Zhixuan sighed softly.
Feng Chengjin paused his pen, his dark eyes sweeping towards her, "How do you want it to be auspicious? Should we first go burn some incense, worship Buddha, draw a lucky stick, and then fast for forty-nine days like the ancients praying and offering sacrifices, worship all our ancestors before coming to get the certificate?"
For a moment, Qiu Zhixuan was speechless: "..."
After Feng Chengjin glanced at her, he continued to lower his eyes and complete his form. When he finished, the tip of his pen paused for a moment...
Seeing that Qiu Zhixuan’s form remained untouched, not a word written.
He fell silent for a long time again...
Then, after pausing for three more seconds, slightly frozen.
He grabbed his form and handed it to Qiu Zhixuan’s side, then pulled her form over and began to fill in the address, workplace, residence, and other details for the second time... Red-sleeve-added-fragrance-exclusive-first-publish-divider...
The action and expression were undoubtedly humiliating.
At least in the moment when he turned his face to take the form, Qiu Zhixuan saw just that.
The indifferent Feng Chengjin had returned to that state of faintly cold eyes, like emptiness, like despair, like having no hope at all.
But he still, after taking the form, quickly filled in all the information for both of them, including the parts she was supposed to fill...
The whole process felt like the lingering sensation from two years ago outside her bedroom door.
It made her heartache.
After he finished writing, he calmly handed the form over again, then touched his upper coat pocket, took out a box of cigarettes, took one out and lit it, then began to silence.
The atmosphere continued awkwardly.
After a long pause, just when she felt that today might end without resolution, Feng Chengjin’s faint voice drifted over, "Zixuan, if you feel like filling it out today, fill it. If not, once we walk out of here, let’s part ways..."
Instantly, against the trembling heartache of Qiu Zhixuan.
Feng Chengjin turned his face over, looked at her and smiled, "We have reached an age where any decision we want to make is after deep consideration. Their arguments are theirs alone; in fact, both of us know these aren’t the solutions to the problem. There are too many things entangled between us, too much cause and effect. We each have our own considerations. You’re grown now, not the impulsive young girl from ten years ago who would marry someone on a whim. I’ve aged too; I won’t lose sleep or endure heartbreak for anyone. Life must go on, and as good as love is, we both know it isn’t all there is to the value of a person’s life."
"So, you don’t need to wonder if my behavior today is impulsive. I don’t want to think about whether you want to marry me or how much you want to marry me. I just want to say one thing to you. Zixuan... I’m just an ordinary man, with my passions and desires, joys and sorrows—I’m not a god. I can pursue you, ten years, twenty years, it’s possible. I can be good to you for a lifetime, and you can be capricious enough to give any reason, but I won’t pursue you for a lifetime. To give you an analogy, perhaps you will find it laughable, but this is my view of love. There is a hundred-step distance between us; I can walk ninety-nine steps toward you, but the last step, I absolutely won’t take. Because..."
Feng Chengjin paused, his smile fading softly, "I walk ninety-nine steps toward you because I love you; you walking one step toward me means mutual love with each other."
Instantly...
Against the gentle swell of tears in Qiu Zhixuan’s eyes, he smiled, "Take some time to consider it, I’ve filled out the form; you just need to sign your name. I won’t force you; the decision on this matter rests with you. I’ll go to the door and finish this cigarette, and I’ll wait for you ten minutes. If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’ll head back. You say ’Congratulations on your new marriage,’ I accept, thank you..."
Having said that, he lifted his finger holding the cigarette butt, curled his lips slightly, stood up and walked outside.
However, at this moment, Qiu Zhixuan’s tears flowed like a spring.
Looking at the effort to maintain a smile on his lips, actually bitter enough he couldn’t see himself, and turning in the opposite direction Feng Chengjin went.
In an instant, countless moments of the past appeared in her mind, the ten years of pursuit, the mutual torment and pain, the sweetness and bitterness.
Those painful moments, those not painful ones.
Lingering on the brink of life and death, caught in the difficult choice between affection and love.
And that short month that took their moods from happiness to the clouds, then to hell in pain.
At this moment, no one understood better than her what Feng Chengjin’s words meant.
Even in his casual explanation, he inadvertently clarified why he hadn’t come to see her for days, had faced her departure without wanting to hold her back, and she began to understand all the reasons.
Finally, even the bitterness hidden in his smile, though he loved her deeply, loved her to the bone, he wanted a balanced love where it wasn’t just him putting in effort, she finally understood it all...
But, do they really have to reach this point?
Her thoughts trembled, time appeared to halt, memories spun back.
In a pause, just one second before he left.
She grasped his fingertips.
Feng Chengjin turned back and quietly gazed at her.
Trembling, she uttered two sentences.
The first was, "I didn’t intend for you to walk a hundred steps toward me. In fact, the reason I couldn’t take that step is because I’m covered in chains. Feng Chengjin, you might think this is impossible, but each lock on me, the keyholder was you. I’m deeply mired, unable to stride forward. I don’t move because I’m afraid of taking the wrong direction and straying further from you. All I can do is wait for you."
The second sentence...
After a pause, she looked at him and asked, "Which name should I fill on the form? Gu Zixuan? Or Qiu Zhixuan? Which do you prefer?"
Instantly...
And Feng Chengjin, amidst the slight trembling of his gaze, a hint of suspicious moisture emerged.
Like the quiver, like disbelief, also like some glacier gradually melting and dissolving...
For a long time, with a slight smile, he choked out a sentence, "Both are good; both are liked. As long as it’s you, it’s fine."
