Although she never considered never registering their marriage, his words at this mont struck her deeply.
Since childhood, she was brought back to the Qiao family by Qiao Dehou as an illegitimate daughter. Although she had Qiao Dehou’s indulgence and pampering, she faced cold stares continuously and heard countless harsh words.
The last wedding when Fu Nancheng didn’t show up had already made her the laughingstock of Jiang City.
If she were to have a child before marriage, how many more harsh words would the child hear?
Seeing her starting to waver, a trace of ridicule flashed in Fu Nancheng’s eyes. He truly was despicable, now needing to use the child as leverage to get her to agree.
"Then let’s register." Qiao Mo said softly.
He gazed at her for a long ti, a trace of joy uncontrollably rising in his heart: "Alright."
In fact, he had delayed registering their marriage as he wanted to give her a perfect wedding and then choose a aningful day to make it official, instilling everything with a sense of solemn ceremony.
But now, her belly was growing bigger by the day.
The wedding matter had already caused her countless grievances, and if she were to be heavily pregnant, she would surely face more censure.
But speaking of registering, letting that mother-daughter duo know would surely cause him much trouble. Fortunately, he had spoken to the director of the civil affairs bureau in advance and ca up with a plan.
Seeing him silent again, Qiao Mo didn’t take the initiative to speak.
Until a few minutes later, Fu Nancheng gently said: "Let’s go."
She nodded, and together they got out of the car, entering the civil affairs bureau hall through a side door.
It seed they had made prior arrangents; the director of the civil affairs bureau was already waiting: "Mr. Fu...Miss Qiao. Congratulations, congratulations to both of you on reaching this happy outco."
Qiao Mo offered him a faint smile, neither overly excited nor feeling that registering was a coercion.
"This way, please." The director of the civil affairs bureau was very enthusiastic, his face full of smiles.
Fu Nancheng gently supported Qiao Mo’s waist, leading her into an office.
The director personally handed them a form, which they filled out attentively for a while.
After completing the form, they were led to the photography office.
A red background, two simple little stools.
Qiao Mo felt a bit lost, still distracted as she sat on the stool.
Fu Nancheng sat beside her, a gentle look in his eyes: "Are you nervous?"
She turned to look at him, his handso face close to hers, his cold, firm features and narrow phoenix eyes, his dark pupils full of her reflection, as if that was the whole world.
The once indifferent Qiao Mo turned back her gaze in slight panic, her heart racing, her cheeks tinged with a light blush.
A trace of affection overflowed in his eyes as he softly reminded: "Look at the cara."
Qiao Mo quickly lifted her head, looking at the photographer not far away.
"Move your heads closer together... Miss, lean towards the gentleman a bit more..."
Qiao Mo shifted slightly, moving closer to him.
Slling the familiar scent on him, she couldn’t even rember the exact mont she fell in love with him.
"Good... very good, Miss, give a smile. Co... look at ... cheese?"
Watching the photographer continually coax them into smiling, Qiao Mo felt a bit uncomfortable, her face slightly red with a sowhat shy smile.
’Click,’ the shutter pressed down.
The photographer looked at the photo, nodding: "Okay, that’s it!"
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