First, then, love.

He Zheng took Shu Yao's hand and walked straight to the worktable.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm here to patronize your business." His tone was harsh and impolite.

The woman chuckled, picked up the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table, and took a sip.

His gaze shifted.

It landed on the hand that He Zheng was holding, and then followed the arm upwards.

His gaze lingered on Shu Yao's face.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of undisguised amazement and scrutiny flashing in her gaze.

We are both women.

There's always a natural radar between beautiful women.

She looked at Shu Yao.

Looking at the oversized suit that Shu Yao was wearing, which clearly belonged to He Zheng, and then at the hand that He Zheng was holding tightly to hers.

"Cough cough—"

The woman choked on a mouthful of whiskey and coughed violently.

She put down her wine glass, grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, pointed at Shu Yao, and stared wide-eyed.

"Hey, where did you snatch this beauty from?"

She stood up, walked to the counter, rested her hands on the glass surface, and leaned closer to look at Shu Yao.

"With such striking good looks, you're not abusing your position to abduct respectable women, are you? Does He Feng know you're doing such illegal things?"

Mentioning He Feng.

He Zheng's expression grew even colder.

"Shut up, Sangjiu, don't mention him to me."

Mulberry wine.

Shu Yao silently repeated the name in her mind.

It's quite unique.

Sangjiu rolled her eyes and walked around the counter.

She walked up to Shu Yao and extended her right hand confidently.

"Hello, Sang Jiu, He Zheng's childhood friend, and also the owner of this studio."

Her smile was open and honest, her eyes clear and bright, without a trace of hostility in female competition.

Shu Yao had a good first impression of this woman; she liked straightforward people.

She reached out and shook hands with Sangjiu.

"Shu Yao".

"A good name." Sang Jiu withdrew her hand and turned to look at He Zheng.

"So, what are you doing bringing such a beautiful woman here in the middle of the night? Let me make it clear beforehand, I don't sell pepper spray or handcuffs, I only sell jewelry."

He Zheng ignored her teasing.

He raised his hand, curled his fingers, and tapped twice on the glass counter.

"Let's take out some wedding rings, plain bands, with clean designs, and pick some out."

He got straight to the point.

Sang Jiu stood there, stunned, thinking she had misheard.

She picked at her ear and looked at He Zheng.

"What did you say? Wedding rings?"

"Um."

"What are you going to do with the rings?" Sang Jiu raised her voice, her face full of disbelief.

It's like looking at an alien.

"You, a monk who doesn't even let female mosquitoes near you, buying a pair of monk's rings? To hang them around your neck for protection?"

He Zheng frowned and swept his gaze coldly over.

He couldn't be bothered to waste words with her.

He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out two bright red certificates.

"Smack."

It was thrown directly onto the glass countertop.

The stamp is clearly visible, and the characters are in large gold lettering. It's a marriage certificate.

Sang Jiu stared at the two certificates.

The studio was deathly silent.

Only the coffee machine in the back made a soft humming sound.

Holy crap.

After holding it in for a long time, Sang Jiu finally uttered a vulgar curse.

She grabbed the marriage certificate from the table and opened it.

Looking at the group photo above, looking at He Zheng's face, and then looking at Shu Yao's name next to him.

"You...you're really married?"

Sang Jiu looked up at He Zheng, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I just got it this morning." He Zheng said calmly, taking the marriage certificate back from her hand and putting it back in his pocket, his actions revealing a possessive streak.

"You two He brothers are insane! You're both crazy!" Sang Jiu ran her hands through her hair and rubbed it hard. "He Feng went off to the Northwest to eat sand, and you suddenly pull out a marriage certificate? Have you two been through something?"

Shu Yao stood to the side and keenly caught the key information.

Sang Jiu couldn't stop talking about He Feng, and when she mentioned He Feng, her tone was both familiar and gritting.

They are definitely not just ordinary childhood friends.

This woman is He Zheng's older brother.

There must be a story behind it.

"Stop talking nonsense, get the rings, number 9 and number 14." He Zheng didn't respond to her.

He tapped his fingers on the counter again, urging them on.

Sang Jiu took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She glanced at He Zheng, then at Shu Yao.

Suddenly I laughed.

She laughed so hard her body trembled, and the silk camisole around her neck swayed with her laughter.

"Alright, Captain He is getting married, as his younger sister, I have to show my appreciation."

She turned around and walked to the safe behind her.

Enter the password and pull open the heavy iron door.

A black velvet tray was brought out from inside.

Place it on the counter.

As the lights shone down, a dozen or so pairs of minimalist plain wedding rings were neatly arranged on the tray.

Platinum, white gold, and a small amount of rose gold.

Understated yet luxurious, the top-notch craftsmanship is immediately recognizable to those in the know.

"It's all here. It's the newest model I just released last month. It's all handmade and you can't buy it anywhere else." Sangjiu leaned against the counter and pointed to the tray.

"Mrs. He, please choose. Today, Mr. He will be paying for everything. Don't be shy with him; he has plenty of money."

Shu Yao stepped forward and looked down at the rings.

It is indeed beautiful.

It perfectly matches her aesthetic preferences.

She didn't like those pigeon egg-sized diamond rings; they looked like something a nouveau riche would wear.

She likes these unique, well-designed styles.

He Zheng stood beside her, his hands resting on the glass tabletop.

"Which one do you like?" he asked.

Shu Yao pointed to a pair of plain platinum rings in the middle, with an extremely fine water ripple engraving on the face of the ring, and diamonds set in the pattern, which gleamed coldly under the light.

"this."

Sangjiu took out a piece of black deerskin cloth and wiped her hands.

He picked up the women's ring and handed it to Shu Yao.

"Good eye, this is called 'Dark Surge,' the most time-consuming pair to make in the whole tray."

Shu Yao accepted the ring.

He Zheng suddenly reached out and took the ring from her hand.

"I'll do it," he said softly.

He turned around and faced Shu Yao.

He held the small platinum ring in his hand.

"Give it to me."

Shu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

She extended her left hand.

He Zheng held her hand with his large hand, his fingers tightening slightly, his head lowered, his expression focused.

Holding the ring, he aimed it at the tip of her ring finger and slowly slipped it on.

The cool touch of platinum glides along the skin across the knuckles, finally settling gently at the base of the finger.

The size was surprisingly perfect, fitting together seamlessly.

"How did you know my size?" Shu Yao asked in surprise, looking at the ring on her finger.

He Zheng didn't look up.

He gently stroked her ring finger, which was adorned with a ring, twice with the pad of his thumb.

"I felt it when I held your hand." He said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Shu Yao's face flushed; she thought to herself, "This man is really cunning."

He Zheng released her hand.

He turned to look at the mulberry wine.

"Men's Rings"

Sang Jiu rolled her eyes and threw the men's ring on the counter.

"Take it yourself, do you expect me to serve you?"

He Zheng picked up the men's ring and slipped it onto the ring finger of his left hand.

His fingers were thick, and the ring got a little stuck when he put it on.

But he pushed hard and put it on.

The back of his hand was wheat-colored, with prominent blue veins, paired with a plain platinum bracelet that gleamed with a cold light.

There's a kind of wild sexiness to it.

He spread his five fingers and glanced at it.

"Just these two, wrap them up."

"Why bother with the bag? Just wear it." Sang Jiu took the POS machine. "100,000, card or transfer?"

He Zheng took out his wallet from his pocket, ready to take out his card.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

He remembered that his salary card and credit card were both with Shu Yao.

Suddenly, he turned to look at Shu Yao.

Confident and self-assured.

"Honey, pay the bill."

Shu Yao almost choked on her own saliva.

This man.

How can you call someone that so naturally?

She glared at him.

He took the black card out of his bag and handed it to Sang Jiu.

Sangjiu took the card, glanced at it, and burst into laughter.

"Hey, you've finally met your match. You're penniless, and you have to watch your wife's face when you have to pay the bill."

Swipe card, sign.

By the time I finished, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Sang Jiu yawned and handed the receipt to Shu Yao.

"Alright, we've bought everything. Let's go, I'm closing up shop and going to bed."

She leaned against the counter, looking at He Zheng.

"Hey, He Lao Er, it's the middle of the night, can't you take her to the mall to shop tomorrow during the day? Why do you have to come knocking on my door? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

He Zheng ignored her complaints.

He looked down and glanced at the ring on Shu Yao's left hand, which gleamed coldly.

I glanced again at the same one in my hand.

"We got our marriage certificate."

He reached out and helped Shu Yao pull her slipping suit jacket back up.

"We can't let her go back empty-handed."