Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jin Si Nian clutched the household registration booklet, bent down and picked up Nan Zhi from the sofa, carrying her away.

Madam Jin stood there, watching the two leave, filled with resentment but unable to utter a single word to stop them, only able to suppress her anger.

Why did Mom suddenly come here? And at such a convenient time.

Grandma Jin, leaning on her cane, glanced calmly at her daughter-in-law, whose face was ashen, and admonished her in a slow, deliberate tone: "Putting everything else aside, the child in Xiaozhi's womb bears the surname Jin, and is your own grandson."

"Even if you dislike this child's mother, for the sake of Si Nian and the Jin family's descendants, you should treat her well."

"Treating her well is not about fulfilling Si Nian's wishes, but about preserving your dignity in the future."

After saying that, she turned to look at Kingsman beside her: "Kingsman, come with me to Sinian's villa. There are some things I need to ask him."

Kingsman nodded and helped Grandma Kim leave. In the huge living room, only Mrs. Kim was left standing alone, her heart full of frustration with nowhere to vent.

At the corner of the second-floor staircase, Liu Ruoxue secretly hid behind a pillar, taking in the entire conversation downstairs.

She felt indignant. Grandma Jin had always disliked her, saying that she was scheming and had too many distracting thoughts.

But in her opinion, Nan Zhi was the one with the most ulterior motives. How could Grandma Jin like someone like her!

After a whole day of commotion, by the time we arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was almost closing time.

Jin Si Nian clutched the household registration booklet and patiently coaxed the person beside him to go inside.

As soon as she got off the bus, Nan Zhi froze on the spot, clutching the hem of her clothes and backing away, refusing to step into the gate no matter what.

The stalemate continued.

She was thin and timid, and wouldn't let him reach out to hug her. Jin Si Nian was on tenterhooks, not daring to forcefully pull or restrain her.

She was pregnant with twins and her body was delicate; he couldn't bear even the slightest bump or bruise.

My heart can't take it.

"Why won't you go in?" Jin Si Nian lowered his voice, his tone weary from a long day, yet filled with helplessness and anxiety. "Zhi Zhi, if we delay any longer, the staff will be going home."

Nan Zhi lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping, her gaze fixed on the elongated shadow of the man on the ground. She lightly rubbed the top of the shadow with her toes and said in a soft but stubborn voice, "No, I won't get a marriage certificate with you."

"Mrs. Jin won't accept me..."

"So, you have to... let me go."

"I'll take the child with me. The child has nothing to do with you, and I won't ask you for a single penny of child support."

She's so naive to think he'd let her and the child go, saying such things.

He already loved Zhizhi to death, let alone the fact that Zhizhi was carrying their child.

She used her intelligence to think it through: he genuinely loved her, which was why he wanted to get the marriage certificate, not because she was pregnant and for the sake of the child.

Jin Si Nian slowly stepped forward, gently pulling her into his arms, carefully concealing her pregnant belly. His chest tightened slightly, and his voice was low and gentle as he patiently comforted her: "Zhi Zhi, now that you're here, do you still think I'll let you go?"

"Do you want your two babies to be born without a father, and later be mocked by other children who have fathers for not having one?"

Do you know how much gossip and criticism you have to endure when you become pregnant out of wedlock and raise two children alone as a single mother?

"And do you know how incredibly difficult it is to obtain a local household registration in S City?"

The crisp, clean scent of cedar lingered around my nose, a comforting and familiar aroma.

Nan Zhi's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't given these sharp, real difficulties a second thought when she fled in a panic.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears, still clutching her deepest concern: "But...but Madam Jin..."

Jin Si Nian raised his hand, his long, warm index finger gently pressing against her trembling lips, interrupting her concerns. His eyes were full of unwavering favoritism: "Grandma is on your side, I am on your side, and the two children in your belly are also on your side."

"If you don't like her, we won't go back."

"We're just going to see Grandma; Grandma likes Zhizhi."

"Are you at ease now?" Jin Si Nian looked down at the person in his arms, his voice gentle and deep.

He understood Nan Zhi too well. Nan Zhi was soft-hearted and afraid of trouble. Whenever she encountered a difficult interpersonal entanglement, she would never argue, defend, or handle it. Instead, she would simply back down and abandon the person and the relationship, running away together.

She doesn't want any of it.

Nan Zhi pursed her lips tightly, her fingertips clenching the fabric until it wrinkled. After a long pause, she whispered a lie: "I...I didn't bring my ID card..."

You can't get a certificate without any of these things; you can't complete the procedures without an ID card.

A faint hint of helplessness flickered in Jin Si Nian's eyes as he saw through her clumsy excuse with a single glance. His tone was firm yet gentle: "It's in Zhi Zhi's cloth bag. I saw it just now."

He knew perfectly well that she always kept all her important documents in a canvas bag she carried with her.

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached into her purse with his fingertips and calmly took out the ID card.

When her lie was exposed, Nan Zhi pouted in grievance, then came up with a new excuse. She glanced awkwardly at her loose, simple casual clothes that were meant to conceal her pregnant belly, then looked at the man in his well-tailored, noble, and dashing suit, her eyes filled with unease and awkwardness.

"Am I really going to get my marriage certificate dressed like this?"

He does manage the company, and he's always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie.

She wore loose-fitting clothes that covered her stomach.

Jin Si Nian held her soft hand tightly, his eyes gentle, without a trace of disgust, and coaxed her softly, "She looks beautiful, my Zhi Zhi looks beautiful no matter what."

"Hurry up and leave, or the staff will really get off work."

He took her little hand and slowly walked up the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Nan Zhi's steps were hesitant, her whole body resisting, her heart churning with extreme entanglement and concerns, and she still couldn't completely figure things out.

It's good to be off work.

She harbored a deep-seated plan, both anxious and clear-headed: once they registered their marriage, they would have to fight for divorce later.

She was powerless, from an ordinary family, and no match for Kings, who held power and wealth.

If a custody battle ensues, it's highly likely that both children will be awarded to Kings.

However, even if they don't get a marriage certificate, the children are still growing in her womb. Legally and morally, the two babies belong entirely to her alone.

Jin Si Nian grasped her slightly cool wrist and hurried into the lobby, just as a group of staff members were packing up their documents and carrying their bags, preparing to leave work on time.

The heavy glass door slowly closed inwards, about to be completely locked.

Jin Si Nian paused, his long arm stepping forward to firmly block the closing door. His back was taut, and his voice carried an undeniable huskiness: "I'm here to get our marriage certificate."

The clerk shook his head helplessly and waved his hand to politely decline, saying, "I'm off work today. Come back tomorrow to handle it."

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhi's eyelashes suddenly lit up, and her dull eyes instantly sparkled with tiny glimmers of light. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said in a light and obedient tone, "Oh, oh, okay, okay..."

At least we don't have to get a marriage certificate anymore.

She took a step back, following the force of the movement, and was about to turn and leave when the man gripped her wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

Jin Si Nian lowered his eyes and stared at the girl who was secretly pleased and eager to escape. His throat tightened, and his tone was stubborn and firm, without the slightest hint of backing down: "No, I have to do it now."

He didn't want to wait until tomorrow, because who knew what unexpected things might happen tomorrow.