Urban Chronicles: Marriage License Obtained! Qin Xiaochi is Now Officially On Duty.

After the interview, Qiao Zhen was carried back to the hotel by Qin Yichi.

Throughout the journey, she kept her eyes fixed on the exquisite, high-end diamond ring on her finger. She couldn't tear her gaze away, and the more she looked, the more she wanted to cry, until finally, the tears spilled over.

She choked out a muffled sound: "Qin Yichi."

Qin Yichi, feeling like he had just won a double victory, had a smile playing on his lips: "Hmm?"

Qiao Zhen hung her head, silently burying her face in his chest. She nudged him gently with her forehead and murmured:

"Why are you so romantic..."

Qin Yichi appeared to be a straightforward, tough-as-nails man, but he was incredibly skilled at pampering her, offering little romantic gestures and surprises every single day.

Qiao Zhen felt that whenever she was near him, she was like a piece of fruit soaking in a jar of honey; even the surrounding air felt sweet and viscous, as if every breath she took was like eating candy.

It was truly enough to give her a toothache.

Qin Yichi reached out to wipe away her tears, cupping her small face in his hands, his voice filled with doting affection:

"Four years ago, at the car race confession, I never expected that a certain little crybaby would beat me to it and steal my lines."

"So now, no matter what, I had to be the one to take the initiative for the proposal."

People always say that the one who makes the first move loses. But Qin Yichi had always believed that the one who speaks first is the true warrior.

Hearing this, the tip of Qiao Zhen's nose turned pink. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around him, tilting her head back to kiss his sexy Adam's apple...

The "Proposal of the Century" in Paris on May 20th exploded across the internet. Countless videos with over a million likes flooded social media, with hundreds of millions of people marveling at such a romantic love story.

Pure-love fans were left swooning.

With the world champion race car driver pitted against the world’s top sweet-voiced singer, "shippers" flocked to the "Qin-Zhen" hashtag to indulge in the sweetness.

[Please! Both of them are so talented, and the way they look at each other is just electric. It’s absolutely incredible! (///▽///)]

[Childhood sweethearts! Princess and Knight! A perfect match! Divine! I am devouring this!]

[The size difference is just too good. I mean, looking at God Chi, he clearly has incredible core strength. I wonder if darling Zhenzhen can handle it...]

[Damn it, Qiao-mei must sound so good when she’s panting. Qin Yichi, I hate you for stealing my wife! [Angry]]

[Isn't the birth rate a problem? The country needs to hurry up and issue me a man like Qin Yichi; I’d give birth to 108 babies immediately!]

This romantic proposal made their popularity skyrocket, breaking through the barriers of age and social circles.

Qiao Zhen had originally wanted to stay in Paris for a few more days, but seeing Qin Yichi’s eager, puppy-eyed expression, her heart softened and she agreed—

Go back home! Get the marriage license!

Right now, immediately!

Qin Yichi was very confident, asserting that tomorrow was May 21st—an auspicious day, perfect for everything, especially getting married.

Qiao Zhen silently ate her watermelon, feeling as if the man was so impatient he would have moved the Civil Affairs Bureau to their location just to get married on the spot.

***

The two changed their flights and returned home.

During the journey back, Qin Yichi was in such a good mood that the corners of his mouth seemed to rise right along with the plane, brushing against the sun.

On the romantic date of May 21st, the two registered their marriage and officially became a legal couple.

The moment she held the little red book, Qiao Zhen felt a subtle sensation, like a soda bubbling with countless tiny, dense effervescences. It was as if their relationship had finally been officially sealed.

The golden national emblem on the cover of the marriage certificate gleamed brightly. Opening it, she saw their smiling faces in the photograph.

Qin Yichi stared intently at the photo, then pinched her earlobe, whispering each word slowly:

"Happy wedding day, my wife."

Qiao Zhen had already notified her company and team the night before; since the proposal was public, there was no harm in sharing the marriage certificate.

After taking photos of their two cute red books, Qin Yichi uploaded them to Weibo and WeChat at exactly 5:21 PM.

There was no need for a caption; the image said everything.

Qiao Zhen immediately went online to repost it, adding several little red hearts.

The topic #QiaoZhenQinYichiMarriageRegistration# instantly shot to the top of the trending list.

[Wait, brother, you’re too fast! You just proposed, and now you're already back home registering? The efficiency is top-tier.]

[As expected of the man who is the fastest in the world.]

[Registering on 521, you two are going to give me a cavity! Darling Zhenzhen, be happy and joyful forever! [Support]]

[Ahhhhh, this is the sweetest CP I have ever shipped. @QinYichi, brother, you really love her so much!]

[I feel like God Chi is the type who would pamper and coax her while simultaneously being incredibly forceful...]

[Ahhh, pants! Put on some pants, sisters!!! (Blushing)]

The brothers in the group chat also claimed Qin Yichi's large red envelopes and sent their congratulations one after another.

Qiao Zhen’s three roommates were also going crazy with delight, feeling as if they were watching their own daughter get married.

The two drove back to Qin Yichi’s new home.

After parking steadily in the private garage, Qin Yichi got out, opened the passenger door for Qiao Zhen, and scooped her up into his arms.

Under Qiao Zhen’s bewildered and shocked gaze, Qin Yichi shoved her into the backseat.

He climbed in and slammed the door shut with a "bang."

Qiao Zhen leaned against the seat, blinking in confusion. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her entire body toward him.

She was pulled onto the man’s lap, straddling him.

Qin Yichi gripped her waist tightly, his dark eyes filled with possessiveness, looking as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"Sweetheart, is it okay if we do this in the car?"

Although it was phrased as a question, his demeanor and actions were extremely forceful, his possessiveness practically overflowing.

She was completely unable to resist.

The air in the private underground garage was fresh and pleasant, the lighting dim and ambiguous.

Qiao Zhen froze, her heart racing, her eyelashes fluttering as her body instinctively recoiled.

But Qin Yichi pressed his hand firmly against her waist, pinning her to the backseat without mercy, their bodies pressed