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Civil Affairs Bureau.

He got married suddenly.

After signing her own name, when she got to the "spouse" section, she looked up at the man beside her.
The man was so handsome that it took your breath away. Even the civil affairs officers would steal glances at him from time to time. I thought, whoever marries him will be so lucky!
"What did you leave? Sorry, I forgot," Joe asked abruptly.

Zuo Chen's handsome face darkened instantly. Was this person truly clueless, or were they just pretending too well?
Is there anyone in k city who doesn't know Zuo Chenye? He has a stunningly handsome face that captivates everyone. With perfect proportions and an enviable physique, he is the dream man of every woman in k city. A top-tier single bachelor, he's also the CEO of R&S Group, with his business interests spanning finance, e-commerce, real estate, and entertainment.
He snatched the table from Qiao Ran's hand and with a flourish, boldly wrote his own name. His handwriting was powerful, flamboyant, and domineering.
That's it, sealed and signed.

He packed up his things neatly.
Left Chen Ye was just about to speak.
Qiao suddenly interrupted, "When are we getting a divorce?"

"The doctor said he might not make it through the month," he replied coldly.

If so, it would make him extremely miserable. When will he be able to get a divorce? Isn't that the least of his concerns right now? What's the rush?

She frowned slightly. Three months ago, she had randomly saved an elderly man on the roadside. At that time, the old man was in distress, with airway obstruction and a critical condition. She decisively performed a needle decompression at the second intercostal space along the midclavicular line of the old man.
An ambulance arrived promptly afterward and saved the old man's life.

Unexpectedly, a terminally ill lung cancer patient insisted on marrying his grandson before he died.

"Why can't we forge fake IDs?" Qiao was still suspicious, "It would be so convenient."

Zuo Chenye glanced at him, "I'll have people investigate. You can't hide it."

"I have a request," Joe said.
"Hm?" Zuo Chenye raised a handsome brow, curious to see what tricks they would play.
"Although I long for a life of longevity, to live for centuries. But even fake marriages must come to an end. I hope that when the time comes, you can use your abilities to erase all traces of our marriage certificate." Qiao Ran said earnestly.
“…”

As a heir to the syndicate, with a diamond single, wouldn't he need to erase traces even more?

This person, their whole face screamed "stay away from me." It made him very upset.

"No problem," he gritted out, the words coming from between his teeth.

"Alright," Qiao Ran casually shrugged, "Goodbye. Don't forget about the 500,000 we agreed on. Here's the card number."

She passed a note to Zuochenyue, with delicate handwriting. On it was written a name and a bank card number.

Zuo Chenye sneered, "Finally, you're paying up?"

From a young age, he was exceptional and raised with great care. In his later years, plagued by illness, all he wished for was to live without regret.
But he was deceived. At the time, in order to appease him, when someone proposed a fake marriage, he immediately demanded a fee of 500,000 yuan.

"So, you deliberately saved him?" he said to Zuan's retreating figure, his voice as cold as ice.
She turned her head slowly, a blush rising on her cheeks, and smiled faintly. "If you think so, then it is."
A glance back, stunningly beautiful.

After finishing his words, he left with a carefree air, without a trace.

Jokes, even he doesn't know them, let alone him.
This man surely thinks the king is sick and incurable, but he doesn't know that the Qing dynasty already perished long ago.

If it was intentional, shouldn't we ask for 5 million? 500,000 wouldn't even be enough to buy him that bespoke high-end suit.

Zuo Chen was stunned for a long moment before he came to his senses.

Damn, he was actually captivated by that person's just-now glance.

Bowing his head, he toyed with the marriage certificate in his hand, a playful glint in his eyes.
Their group photo showed them standing far apart, looking particularly distant and unfamiliar.
I have to admit, the person in the photo is tall and elegant. With obsidian-like eyes and slightly raised eyebrows, they are alluring yet possess a certain air of strength. You might call them sharp and decisive, but there's also a hint of gracefulness about them. A unique blend of charm leaves one intrigued and wanting to know more.
He sneered, "This gold-digger will show her true colors one day."

As he left the civil affairs bureau, he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, I forgot to ask for her phone number."

This person, surprisingly, didn't ask for anything.