CHAPTER 292: LOVE STORY, SEALED IN VEGAS

That rare moment of tenderness made her face flush. She reached out to hold his hand, looking at him mischievously. "Are you afraid I’ll back out at the last minute, so you’re suddenly being gentle?"

"Something like that."

Wen Nuan hummed. No wonder. He would reveal his true colors once they were married. Honestly, she was still more accustomed to his sharp tongue.

"We’ll do the paperwork as soon as we land. You won’t even have a chance to back out. Even if you try, I’ll knock you out and get it done. It’s simple," Ye Feimo said flatly, a slight smile on his face, almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

He spoke as if it were the absolute truth: if she dared to change her mind, he would knock her out and complete the process.

Wen Nuan silently teared up. "Why do I feel like I’ve boarded a pirate ship?"

"You should thank your ancestors for accumulating enough virtue to find a long-term meal ticket like me—rich, handsome, capable, a golden bachelor you couldn’t find even with a lantern. You should be chuckling in your dreams," Ye Feimo said earnestly.

Wen Nuan thought, "Narcissism has truly become a trait of the Ye family. They have no shame, although everything he said was perfectly true. It seemed to be exactly like that."

"You should also thank your ancestors for accumulating enough virtue to marry me—young, beautiful, gentle, generous..."

"I think I’m going to throw up."

"Get lost!" Wen Nuan punched him, but Ye Feimo caught her, pulling her into his embrace. She pounded on his chest a few times, harmlessly. Ye Feimo didn’t mind; holding her, a warm, soft jade, he felt immensely content.

Wen Nuan’s nervousness slowly subsided. Perhaps all brides experienced this; always overthinking as the wedding approached. Could she spend a lifetime with one person? Did she have confidence?

Could he take care of her for a lifetime? Could he make her happy?

Could she make him happy, could she bring him joy?

She always thought a lot and worried about many things.

They certainly wouldn’t have to worry about the trivialities of daily life. Wen Nuan only cared whether she could guarantee Ye Feimo a lifetime of happiness, and she lacked confidence in that.

However, she would try her best.

She would try to make him very, very happy.

This was her purest wish at that moment.

"Ye Feimo, will you regret marrying me?"

"I must have misjudged you in my past life to fall for you, and I’ll just keep making the same mistake in this life," Ye Feimo said with a smile. He would not regret it; he would continue to make the same "mistake," and she would be the only one for him in this lifetime.

Wen Nuan’s lips curved upwards. This man truly didn’t know how to say sweet words, yet this declaration of love touched her deeply.

Las Vegas.

Today, there was a very long line of people waiting to register. Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan simply sat on the side, waiting. Beside them sat two couples, one with East Asian features and one with Western features.

The four of them conversed in English. The East Asian couple’s English wasn’t very good. From their pronunciation, Wen Nuan guessed they were Japanese. Just as Wen Nuan expected, the woman turned and spoke to her boyfriend in Japanese.

Wen Nuan could understand English without a problem, but Japanese was completely foreign to her, only understanding some simple phrases from watching anime.

The Japanese woman looked at her several times. Wen Nuan found it a bit strange; it seemed like she was talking about herself.

"Feimo, what is that woman saying?" Wen Nuan asked Ye Feimo. Reportedly, Ye Feimo was fluent in ten languages, practically superhuman. When she first found out, she was quite surprised, wondering why he would learn so many foreign languages. Later, after staying in Rome, she realized that Ye Feimo had actually learned relatively few foreign languages. Mo Yao and Wushuang were almost fluent in all major world languages, and people like Ye Tianyu and Ye Ningyuan were even more impressive.

Wen Nuan called out a few times, but Ye Feimo seemed preoccupied and didn’t hear her. He kept holding Wen Nuan’s hand, looking expressionlessly at the queue, as if his gaze could kill everyone in line so he could immediately drag her to register.

Wen Nuan was torn between laughter and tears. She tugged at Ye Feimo’s arm. "Ye Feimo!"

"What is it?" Ye Feimo snapped back to attention. Wen Nuan asked with a smile, "What are those two Japanese people saying?"

"They’re saying you look familiar and I’m very handsome."

Wen Nuan, "..."

Was that true?

Why wasn’t it that she was beautiful and he looked familiar?

Wen Nuan looked at Ye Feimo, who was once again staring at the crowd, expressionlessly. Wen Nuan looked around. Every couple was happy and blissful, only they were an anomaly.

To an outsider, one might even think she was forcing him to marry her.

Several couples were looking at them, and Wen Nuan felt embarrassed.

"Ye Feimo, are you nervous?" Wen Nuan asked softly. On the plane, she had been very nervous and asked him if he was nervous, and he had clearly said no. Yet now he wore this zombie-like expression. It was truly...

Was he sure it was a wedding and not a funeral?

"No!" Ye Feimo denied it instantly, his voice flat. "What kind of scene haven’t I seen? I’ve been through a hail of bullets. How could I be nervous about getting married?"

What a joke. He wasn’t nervous at all.

Wen Nuan looked at their intertwined hands. From the very beginning, he had held her hand very tightly, as if afraid she would run away. Wen Nuan was torn between laughter and tears. Ye Feimo, do you have to be so adorable?

When she was nervous, he acted as if nothing was wrong.

When he was nervous, she laughed beside him.

Their combination was truly odd.

"What are you laughing at? I’m not nervous at all." Ye Feimo turned his head, staring fiercely at Wen Nuan. His grip on their intertwined hands tightened involuntarily, clearly betraying his pretense.

Wen Nuan, being intelligent, said softly, "Ye Feimo, admitting you’re nervous won’t damage your image at all; it will only make you a little more endearing. It’s perfectly normal to be nervous about getting married; there’s no shame in it."

"I told you, I’m not nervous!" Ye Feimo reiterated. Wen Nuan didn’t argue with this stubborn man. If he said he wasn’t nervous, then he wasn’t. Looking at his eyes and expression, the other couples began to whisper about them. They really had become a sight to behold.

However, who cared what they thought?

She felt very happy, waiting in line like this, waiting to become his bride.

Finally, it was their turn...

Ye Feimo’s stiffness vanished completely when it was time to register. He was very efficient, and the procedures were surprisingly simple, just needing passports. In a short while, they received their marriage certificate.

Thinking of the complicated procedures back home, Wen Nuan thought, "Getting married here is really convenient."

But getting divorced was also very convenient.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, you’re getting married, why are you thinking about divorce?" Wen Nuan shoved those two words deep into her mind, refusing to let them run rampant.

Leaving the registry office, Wen Nuan still felt a sense of unreality.

She had married Ye Feimo.

She was married.