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Qu Wanwan abruptly looked up.
The man stood there in a simple white shirt, his figure sleek and composed. His brows were furrowed, but within his eyes flickered a trace of heartache.
Seeing him, Qu Wanwan immediately pushed Qu Mubai aside and rushed into his arms, quietly sobbing.
“Wuwu—”
“Fu Ciyu, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”
Fu Ciyu held her tightly in his embrace, his gaze darkening.
Half an hour ago, when she still hadn’t shown up, he had indeed felt disappointed and was about to leave—until Qingye stopped him.
“Master, wait a little longer. Give Miss Qu a chance. What if she overslept?”
“Miss Qu cries so easily. If she comes and finds you gone, she’ll be devastated.”
He was now rather glad he’d listened to Qingye.
Hearing the woman crying so sadly in his arms, Fu Ciyu’s voice softened into a gentle murmur. “Don’t cry, alright?”
Qu Wanwan raised her tear-streaked little face with a sniffle. Fu Ciyu reached out and tenderly wiped away the traces of her tears with his fingertips.
“I thought—”
“I thought you left. I thought—”
“I thought I was going to miss you again…”
Fu Ciyu’s voice was low and mellow. “I did consider giving up… but I guess I should thank Qingye.”
Qu Wanwan looked at him in a daze, then turned to glance at Qingye.
Qingye grinned. “I still prefer Miss Qu as our future Madam.”
Honestly, Miss Qu wasn’t a bad person—just a bit willful. Paired with Master’s forceful nature, that’s what led to all the chaos in the past.
But now, wasn’t everything turning out just fine?
Qu Mubai let out a long sigh of relief. “The moment she woke up, she dragged me here. Problem is, this young master didn’t even have time to change clothes. If she hadn’t been crying the whole way, I would’ve turned the car around and gone straight home.”
Qingye gave him a sympathetic look. “Young Master Qu, you’ve had a rough morning.”
“For those two, this young master has truly worried himself sick. Go on in already—what are you waiting for?”
Hearing that, Fu Ciyu took Qu Wanwan’s hand and walked toward the Civil Affairs Bureau.
“Master Fu.”
The clerk inside greeted them promptly upon seeing them enter.
Fu Ciyu replied calmly, “Let’s begin.”
The clerk instructed them to present their ID cards and household registration booklets.
Fu Ciyu and Qu Wanwan handed over the documents.
“Please fill out your personal information,” the clerk said politely, handing them forms.
Qu Wanwan accepted the form and began carefully filling out each character, taking extra care not to make a mistake due to nervousness.
Fu Ciyu appeared completely composed, his handwriting neat and forceful.
“Master Fu, Miss Qu—this way for your ID photo.”
The clerk led them to the photo booth.
As their documents were verified, the entire process proceeded in an orderly and efficient manner.
The moment the shutter clicked, their smiles were frozen in time.
In the photo, Fu Ciyu’s gaze was gentle, while Qu Wanwan’s eyes held a hint of shyness. Their faces were pressed closely together, radiating warmth.
“Congratulations to both of you. You are now legally husband and wife.”
The clerk handed over two bright red marriage certificates, their voice filled with sincere blessings.
Fu Ciyu accepted the certificates and gently opened one. Their names were printed side by side, firmly linked together.
He carefully tucked it into his pocket. At that moment, an overwhelming sense of peace settled over him.
She now belonged to him—Fu Ciyu.
Qu Wanwan stood in a daze. She and Fu Ciyu were now husband and wife, officially, rightfully so.
The regrets of her previous life had finally been fulfilled. As she thought of this, sunlight spilled across her face, and a smile bloomed.
Suddenly, Qu Wanwan stopped walking and stood in front of him, locking eyes with his.
In a soft voice, she said, “Mr. Fu, please take good care of me from now on.”
Fu Ciyu returned her smile gently. “Mrs. Fu, I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.”
“Congratulations, Master. Congratulations, Madam,” Qingye stepped forward and offered his respects warmly.
Qu Mubai suddenly sighed with feeling. “My little cabbage has finally been taken. I raised you with so much effort, and now you belong to someone else—”
“Ge!!” Qu Wanwan stomped her foot in embarrassment and protest.
“Enough with the teasing already—”
“Mu Bai.”
Just those two calm words from Fu Ciyu made Qu Mubai sigh in resignation. “Fine, fine. You’re always on her side.”
“Tonight, let’s gather at Lanting. Invite Yichen, Muxin, and Shubai,” Fu Ciyu said, his tone gentle.
“What? You want them to bring wedding gifts?” Qu Mubai raised an eyebrow.
“Of course. That goes without saying.”
“In a bit, I’ll go back to the old residence with you to visit Grandpa Fu, as well as Auntie and Uncle,” Qu Wanwan thought about it and decided it was best to meet his family first.
“You’ll have to start addressing them properly,” Fu Ciyu said in a low voice.
Qu Wanwan’s cheeks turned pink. “I know…”
“Alright then, I’ll get going. I’ll leave my sister in your hands,” Qu Mubai said with a teasing smirk. “Need me to deliver her stuff to Yuyuan?”
Qu Wanwan glanced at Fu Ciyu, shy and flustered.
He met her gaze, his eyes deep and steady, then spoke slowly, “Mm, she’s coming back to Yuyuan with me tonight.”
“Perfect. Finally handing her over.”
“Qu Mubai!” Qu Wanwan growled through gritted teeth.
Qu Mubai put on an innocent face. “What? Did I say anything wrong?”
Watching the little woman puffing up like an angry kitten, Fu Ciyu let out a low chuckle.
“You’re laughing?” Qu Wanwan glared at him.
“Alright, I won’t laugh. Didn’t you say we’re going to the old residence? Let’s go.”
Qu Wanwan stuck out her tongue at Qu Mubai before hurrying after Fu Ciyu.
“See you, Young Master Qu.”
Qu Mubai nodded, watching the two figures disappear into the distance. His expression gradually returned to its usual cool detachment.
“Wanwan, I hope you can help him walk out of his pain.”
The car soon arrived at the Fu family’s old residence.
Just as Qu Wanwan got out of the car, she realized—she hadn’t brought a single gift.
She immediately tightened her grip on Fu Ciyu’s hand.
Fu Ciyu looked at her with puzzlement. “What’s wrong?”
“I…”
“I didn’t buy anything for Grandpa…”
Upon hearing this, Fu Ciyu’s voice deepened, laced with a hint of lazy amusement. “What do you think he’s missing?”
“Huh?”
“He’s missing a granddaughter-in-law.”
Qu Wanwan’s ears instantly burned red.
“Let’s go in.” Fu Ciyu’s large hand wrapped around hers, and they walked into the living room together.
“Young Master, Miss Qu,” the butler, Uncle Liu, greeted them with a warm smile.
Fu Ciyu paused and swept his gaze across the living room before saying in a low voice, “Uncle Liu, have everyone come in. I have an announcement to make.”
Uncle Liu quickly signaled the housemaids outside to come in and informed them that the eldest young master had something to announce.
Qu Wanwan, whose hand was being tightly held, felt an unexpected sense of calm.
Once everyone had gathered, Fu Ciyu’s deep voice echoed through the entire living room.
“From this moment on, Miss Qu is my wife, and she is also your Young Madam. Her words represent mine. Understood?”
“Understood.”
A flicker of surprise flashed in Uncle Liu’s eyes—he hadn’t expected the two of them to reconcile.
He immediately bowed respectfully. “Welcome, Young Madam.”
Everyone in the room followed suit, lowering their heads. “Welcome, Young Madam.”
Qu Wanwan was caught off guard by the sudden display. Flustered, she quickly reached out to signal Uncle Liu to rise.
“Um, let’s just keep things the way they were. No need for all the formality.”
“How could that be? You’re part of the Fu family now. The proper etiquette must be observed.”
Old Master Fu’s voice rang out from upstairs. Qu Wanwan looked up.
“Grandpa Fu—” she called out sweetly.
But the old man feigned displeasure. “Still calling me Grandpa Fu?”