TLN : 12 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO. THERE’S MULTIPLE ENDING, MOST OF IT ARE BAD ENDING.

MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

A week flew by, and winter had fully set in.

The world was covered in a blanket of white, creating a uniquely beautiful icy landscape.

People bundled up in down jackets, earmuffs, and scarves before daring to venture outside.

Once the cold seeped into your bones, a visit to the hospital was inevitable the next day.

Indoors, however, the wealthy needn’t worry about the harsh winter’s impact.

Qiao Sisi considered herself worldly, but stepping into the Han family estate and feeling the warmth envelop her was still a small shock.

The vast estate was equipped with underfloor heating, complemented by luxurious Chinese furnishings, exuding understated opulence and showcasing the owner’s wealth.

The down jackets they wore felt unnecessary, so they handed them to waiting servants.

“Sisi, let’s sit over there; the banquet’s about to start.”

The man beside her smiled warmly, his eyes bright with joy.

Qiao Sisi suppressed her impatience, nodding, “Why don’t you go ahead if you have things to do?”

The man was Han Xi’s cousin, a fan of Qiao Sisi, whom she had found with some effort.

When she suggested celebrating Han’s birthday, he readily agreed.

But now, he was in the way, and she hoped he’d leave so she could search for Fang Zhou.

Her words seemed to remind him; he scratched his head, embarrassed, “I do need to step away, deliver something to my uncle, and wish him well. I’ll find you later.”

Once Qiao Sisi settled into a booth, the man left.

As soon as he did, she stood, scanning the hall for Fang Zhou.

From Song Qinghuan, she learned Han Xi would bring Fang Zhou to the banquet, confirmed through other sources.

Determined, she came to seize the chance to see Fang Zhou.

But after searching the hall, even the dim corners, she found no trace of him or Han Xi.

Instead, she spotted two others: Chu Xinran and Qin Yun.

The two seemed allied, inseparable.

They were engrossed in conversation, unaware of Qiao Sisi.

Given past conflicts, she avoided them, returning to her seat.

Glancing at her watch, she saw it was nearly 8 PM; they should be coming down from the second floor soon.

Qiao Sisi calmed her anxious heart, reminding herself: stay composed, don’t rush.

Meanwhile, the two she sought were indeed in the second-floor study.

Both wore dark red outfits, deep and understated, yet exuding unique charm.

The color was both subtle and luxurious, giving an impression of low-key opulence.

Their matching styles suggested coordinated attire.

The man’s suit was tailored, highlighting his strong build and elegance.

The woman’s dress elegantly outlined her figure, radiating feminine grace.

The subtle intimacy was captivating.

Their silent understanding and exchanged glances added sweetness.

Unfortunately, the person in the main seat didn’t share their joy, speaking words that chilled the room.

Han Tianrang, Han Xi’s father, looked displeased, fists clenched, disapproving of Han Xi and the man beside her.

“What are you doing? Trying to embarrass me?

Do you want your father mocked at his 50th birthday banquet?”

He’d heard his only daughter planned to announce her marriage to this man at the banquet.

The sole heir of the Han family, the CEO of Han Enterprises, married without his knowledge—a disgrace!

What was supposed to be a lively celebration was overshadowed by this news.

How could Han Tianrang not be angry?

His exceptional daughter, taken by a man with no money, power, or wealth—how infuriating!

His harsh words left Fang Zhou bewildered.

He glanced at Han Xi, wanting to stop her from provoking her father.

But Han Xi patted his hand, soothingly saying, “You go ahead; I’ll join you soon.”

Clearly, she had private words for her father.

Fang Zhou nodded, turning to leave.

Han Tianrang sneered, “You want him as your kept man?

Afraid to face my anger—what kind of man is that?

Do you plan to shield him forever?”

Fang Zhou halted.

He returned, taking Han Xi’s hand, looking at Han Tianrang with determination, “Uncle, if you don’t approve now, it’s fine. I’ll prove myself.”

“I’ll be the best for Han Xi.”

Han Xi squeezed his hand, feeling renewed strength.

She knew today would be challenging but hadn’t intended for the memory-confused Fang Zhou to bear it with her.

He just needed to stay by her side, like her mother.

But even without past memories, his resilient nature remained.

Leaving the study together, Han Xi hugged Fang Zhou, apologizing, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you.”

Fang Zhou hugged her back, chuckling, “What are you saying? We’re married; you’re my wife.”

He showed their marriage certificate photo on his phone.

It clearly displayed their names:

Certificate Holders: Zhou Chong, Han Xi.