Married First, Forgot the Number Later

“Ah?”

“So fast?”

Wen Xi had not expected Jiang Jibai to be this decisive.

She stood frozen in place, her doe-like eyes wide in shock.

Jiang Jibai looked at her and said lightly, “If you haven’t thought it through, you can—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Because Wen Xi suddenly cut him off.

“I’ve thought it through! Let’s register today!”

She wasn’t just excited in tone.

Her two small hands pressed against his back, giving him a little push.

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Jiang Jibai lowered his gaze to the two hands against his back.

Wen Xi noticed his glance and immediately withdrew her hands as if shocked by electricity.

Ahem. That might’ve been a bit over the line.

She tilted her head up and looked at the cold-faced Jiang Jibai with curved, smiling eyes. Her voice was soft.

“I’ll be your wife in a bit. You won’t be mad that I touched you like that, right?”

He said nothing.

He simply withdrew his gaze and continued downstairs as if nothing had happened.

“On the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, you can inform your family. Or change your mind.”

Wen Xi followed him down the stairs, her big eyes blinking brightly.

She had no intention of changing her mind.

As for informing her family—That could wait until the certificate was in hand.

…

Shanshui Hua was just a pastime for Bo Yu.

He had his own corporate job.

The club’s monthly income was pocket change to him.

Normally, he might not visit even once a month.

But ever since Aunt Zou turned it into Jiang Jibai’s blind date base, Bo Yu had been coming every few days.

Especially after Aunt Zou messaged yesterday saying Jiang Jibai would meet ten girls here today—
Bo Yu had arrived early.

Less than half an hour after escorting the lovely Miss Wen into the private room, Bo Yu, seated in the lobby lounge, saw his friend walking downstairs with her.

Jiang Jibai walked in front, expression indifferent.

Miss Wen followed behind.

Bo Yu saw her push Jiang Jibai lightly.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Normally, Jiang Jibai would’ve dodged any such contact from a woman.

Yet he hadn’t avoided her at all.

A faint smile flickered in Bo Yu’s eyes.

Looks like it worked.

He waited until they exited the building, then pulled out his phone and sent a message.

Bo Yu: [So? Not bad, right? The surprise I sent you.]

When Jiang Jibai received the message, he was already by his car.

As he lowered his head to check it, Wen Xi asked—

“Can I sit in the front passenger seat?”

He lifted his eyes.

Wen Xi stood beside the car, politely positioned between the passenger door and the back seat.

“If you mind, I’ll sit in the back.”

Jiang Jibai put his phone away without replying to Bo Yu.

He walked forward, said nothing, and opened the passenger door. Then he circled to the driver’s seat.

…

So cold. Not even a word.

Still, Wen Xi understood the gesture. She got in briskly without fuss.

After fastening her seatbelt, she took out her phone and began replying to Jiang Yin.

While she had been “offering herself” in the private room, Jiang Yin had sent multiple messages.

Now Wen Xi typed quickly.

RiceCake: [It’s good news!]

YinYin: [??]

RiceCake: [He agreed to my proposal! He’s marrying me!!!!]

YinYin: [WHAT THE HELL!!!!]

YinYin: [That easy????]

YinYin: [Ultimate beauty really conquers all!]

The car started.

Wen Xi instinctively glanced at Jiang Jibai.

His expression remained unreadable.

She remembered how indifferent he’d looked when she first entered the room.

She lowered her head and typed.

RiceCake: [I don’t think it’s because I’m pretty. He’s super cold. Before I mentioned marriage to deal with family pressure, he told me to leave with a straight face.]

YinYin: [That aloof??]

YinYin: [You’re this pretty and he still said that? Not normal.]

YinYin: [So he agreed just to deal with family pressure?]

RiceCake: [Seems like it. But that doesn’t matter! What matters is we’re about to see Brother Qiao!!!]

YinYin: [AHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!!]

RiceCake: [Also… he said he has a serious hidden illness. I think after we marry, he might die soon.]

YinYin: [? Is that real? My brother never mentioned that.]

RiceCake: [He said it himself. It can’t be fake, right? But whether he has it or not doesn’t matter. If he dies, I promised to remain a widow.]

YinYin: [What exactly did he say? This feels weird.]

Wen Xi sent the exact words.

After a while, Jiang Yin replied:

YinYin: [Baby… is it possible he meant he’s… you know… impotent? Like he can’t respond to women. Not dying sick.]

Silence fell on Wen Xi’s end.

She subtly flicked her gaze toward Jiang Jibai.

He was wearing tailored trousers.
Even seated, it was… noticeable.

She glanced once—

Then immediately looked away, cheeks faintly pink.

She rubbed her face.

That felt like perverted behavior. Look no evil, look no evil.

She typed—

[But he looks very… big… doesn’t seem sick.]

Then deleted it word by word.

Better not gossip about her husband’s private matters.

Soon, Jiang Yin sent—

YinYin: [I’m dying to know what you two said in that room. Every single word!!!]

YinYin: [Are you out yet? Can I call?]

RiceCake: [We’ll talk later. I’m in his car.]

YinYin: [He’s driving you home?!! My brother would faint. You’re the first girl in his car.]

RiceCake: [Not home…]

RiceCake: [We’re going to register the marriage.]

Silence.

RiceCake: [Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’ve thought it through. Whatever illness he has doesn’t matter. My goal is Brother Qiao.]

YinYin: [I wasn’t going to stop you…]

YinYin: [Just… wait until you get the certificate before mentioning Brother Qiao.]

Wen Xi: “…”

YinYin: [Don’t ruin it before it’s done. What if he changes his mind?]

RiceCake: [Got it.]

Tie him down first. Then negotiate benefits. Basic logic.

Soon, the car stopped.

She looked outside.

The Civil Affairs Bureau was surprisingly close.

Before she could process that, Jiang Jibai said—

“Before we go in, you can still call your family.”

“No need.”

If she called her father right now and said she was outside the bureau about to marry a man she met today—
He’d rush over immediately.

Jiang Jibai looked at her.

Wen Xi met his dark gaze seriously.

“I’m twenty. Not a kid. I have the right to make my own decisions. I sincerely want to marry you.”

He looked away, turned off the engine, and opened the door.

“If you’ve decided, get out.”

She followed him in small quick steps.

Half an hour later—

Wen Xi held a red marriage certificate and got back into his car.

“Where to?” he asked.

She swallowed.

“Are you busy this afternoon?”

“Busy.”

“Going to your brother’s company?”

“No.”

She gave up.

Too hasty and he might drag her back in for divorce.

“Then… please drop me at Hesheng Bay.”

He drove.

She slipped her certificate into her bag, glancing at his lying casually on the console.

Her heart thumped wildly.

She was twenty. Still in university. Now married.

To a man she’d known less than a day.

Her father would explode.

But—

She was one step closer to her idol.

…

At the villa gates, security scanned the plate. The gates opened.

Wen Xi blinked.

“You live here too?!”

“No. I own property here.”

Oh. Right.

They stopped at her villa.

“Thanks!” she said, hopping out.

He wanted to say something. But she had already run off.

He honked once.

She waved back and entered the house.

He got out of the car.

…

Inside, she flopped onto the sofa and admired the marriage photo.

He really was handsome.

She sent Jiang Yin a photo.

RiceCake: [Technically I’m Fangke’s boss’s wife now.]

After celebrating—

She suddenly froze.

“Crap!”

She called Jiang Yin.

“I forgot to ask for his contact info!”

“…You two both forgot?”

She thought back. The honk.

“Oh no… he probably wanted to give it to me…”

“You’re hopeless,” Jiang Yin sighed.

“It’s ridiculous. I have his marriage certificate but not his number…”

“Go get it!”

Wen Xi grabbed her bag and rushed out again.

Light rain had begun.

At the gate, before unlocking it, she noticed a white sticky note.

She peeled it off.

In bold, flowing script:

Jiang Jibai 186****6661

She stared.

Back inside, she texted Jiang Yin.

RiceCake: [Got his number.]

YinYin: [That fast??]

RiceCake: [He was at my door and didn’t even knock. Just left a sticky note.]

YinYin: [You’ve got the number. That’s what matters.]

Wen Xi sent a voice message, frustrated—

“What if he refuses to let me visit the company? If he’s that resistant to women… how am I supposed to use beauty to persuade him?!”