Today was the day Mu Jue was to receive her marriage certificate. To fully express the significance of this day, she made a point of wearing a long dress, applied subtle makeup, and coupled it with the large wavy curls she had done yesterday. Suddenly, she looked attractive and alluring.
She fiddled with her phone a few times in frustration and tossed it in her bag. Frequently, she glanced at her wrist watch. An hour and a half had passed, but there was still no sign of him!
Just as her dwindling patience was about to be utterly exhausted, her phone rang.
"Hello! Where are you?"
There was a long silence on the other line, followed by a weak and low male voice which stammered for quite a while. But in short, his message was clear — he wasn't coming today and wouldn't be getting the certificate with her.
Wait, he wouldn't marry her? So she risked her life stealing her family's household register, all for his words "I’m not coming"? Was this a challenge to her patience? This was unacceptable! Couldn’t he stand it?! Was he treating her like a fool?!
“Hold it! Are you suggesting that your aristocratic mother disapproves, and you’ve had an epiphany that being a rich second-generation man marrying a grassroots woman like me would be a waste?”
“Can you calm down, Mu Jue? Can you not be so cliche? I really have an extremely urgent matter to deal with now!”
Was she being cliche? That’s hilarious! This important matter of marriage was being treated so lightly, was she supposed to laugh it off and celebrate with champagne? She wasn’t a pushover!
”Get lost! Don’t ever call me again. You can live happily with your aristocratic mother! Scram!”
As soon as Mu Jue finished, she hung up the phone quickly and deleted the man's phone number, QQ, and WeChat contacts, while holding back her anger. She wished fervently that the man had been in front of her so she could box his ears and let him feel the wrath of her hand.
She could wish all she wanted, but it was useless since the man wasn't even there. She let out a frustrated sigh.
She felt incredibly foolish for attempting to reenact a realistic struggle of secretly getting a marriage certificate behind her family’s back. Now she didn’t have to worry about anything, except endure all the ridicule from the world. Her anger rather than sadness overflowed, with one phrase stuck in her head — Mu Jue, you’ve really humiliated yourself!
With her face red from anger, she watched as pairs of delighted couples gathered at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. She suddenly wanted to destroy the whole world when an idea popped into her mind — blow up the earth! Let society's darkness intensify!
Perhaps even the heavens couldn't stand to see her suffering and pitied her.
"Your decision is to not get married, right? I understand."
"Damn it!"
"Crash!" Along with the curse, the phone was forcefully slammed against the wall, making a sound reminiscent of a dying body. Mu Yue reflexively looked towards the source of the loud noise. Her originally simmering anger, coupled with embarrassment, suddenly dissipated. Ah! The
lovely God had let her encounter a fellow sufferer in this awkwardness. Not only was she lighting a silent candle for him in her heart, she also couldn't help but sport a huge grin. Her inwardly concealed smile got reflected on her face.
Feeling the abnormal gazes around him, the man squinted and took a glance around, naturally catching the sight of the giggling Mu Yue. A cold stare from him sent a shiver down Mu Yue's spine, making her feel as if the surrounding temperature had dropped by several degrees. To ensure her longevity, she quickly retracted her expression and pretended to look innocently around.
She didn't realize that the hunter had already spotted his prey...