Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 408: Get the Certificate First

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Get the Certificate First

"I’m back now, do you have time tomorrow? There are some documents at the company that need your signature."

"You’re back? When? You didn’t even tell me!"

"Ah... it’s a long story, I’ll tell you when we have time."

Snow is smart and immediately understands, "You’re back, then the company’s acquisition must be settled."

"Yes, it went smoothly."

"Does Christopher know?"

"He knows..."

"He knows?" Snow exclaimed in surprise, immediately getting gossipy, "So was he deeply moved? Did he see you as his savior, his Lady Bodhisattva?"

Amelia scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, "Do you think that’s possible? He was furious, almost ate me alive!"

"This..." Snow hesitated and gave a dry laugh, "Such a big thing, doing it first and reporting later, actually anyone would be angry."

"Hmm..." So she hasn’t bothered about it, instead, she comforted that guy.

Snow sighed deeply, speaking meaningfully: "I didn’t expect you’d sacrifice so much for him. But don’t blame me for saying something off-putting, you’ve done all this for him, yet you two aren’t in any official relationship, aren’t you going to leave yourself an out?"

Amelia held the phone in one hand, organizing documents with the other, and asked calmly, "What kind of out?"

Snow got excited, "At least you should register, right? Now it’s too late to plan a wedding, but at least get the papers done! Otherwise, you’ve given him everything, and what if he turns out to resurrect his playboy nature and abandons you — wouldn’t you end up losing both love and money and still be in debt!"

This—

Amelia was stunned, she hadn’t thought about that.

Seeing silence over the phone, Snow knew she had overlooked it, couldn’t help but raise her voice: "Don’t be blinded by love! A person is a person, love is love, money is money, each has its own place! Moreover, you’ve made such a great sacrifice, you must leave yourself an out."

Amelia sighed, slumped her shoulders, and leaned into the chair, "But would having a marriage certificate ensure he won’t betray me again?"

"Even if he betrayed you, you could split his assets! At least financially, you could recover some losses."

"But if he’s really that cold-hearted, wanting to use some means to leave me with nothing, wouldn’t that also be simple?"

After all, such things are not uncommon in wealthy families.

Secretly transferring assets, leaving only debts under one’s name.

During divorce, the wife doesn’t get any money, instead has to take on debt.

If someone is determined to deceive and hurt you, there are a million ways to do so.

Snow was rendered speechless by her words, stammered for a while, then emphasized, "Anyway, you still should get some insurance!"

Amelia hadn’t replied yet, and her phone indicated an incoming call.

She glanced at it quickly, "Snow, I have to go; come by the company tomorrow, we’ll talk in person."

Christopher was downstairs, and she packed her things and hurried down.

Getting into the car, the man had just put away his laptop, seemingly not finished with work, but he didn’t want to stay at the company working late because she was back.

"Have you eaten? Are we eating out or going back home to eat?" Seeing his beloved woman get into the car, Christopher turned around and asked gently.

Amelia missed the kids. While fastening her seatbelt, she said, "Let’s go back, just have something simple at home."

"Hmm, okay."

He smiled slightly, reached over to hold her hand, quietly paused for a moment, then suddenly turned to her and asked, "Do you have time tomorrow morning?"

"Why?" The woman widened her eyes, puzzled.

"Let’s go to the civil affairs bureau and get the certificate."

He said it so calmly, as if discussing the weather.

Amelia looked at him, stunned.

Things just happened to coincide like this.

Her best friend had just been talking about getting insurance for her future by registering with Christopher, so she wouldn’t end up with nothing in the future — and just as she went downstairs, he suggested going to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow.

Meaning, he was thinking about the same things Snow was.

Despite being so busy, having to squeeze time for meals and sleep, he was still thinking about this.

Was it because he feared she might feel insecure after giving up so much?

Christopher said this, seeing her calm reaction with no response, his face furrowed slightly, "What’s wrong? No time?"

Amelia snapped back to reality and nodded, "Yes, I don’t have time..."

That was the truth.

But a truer statement would be: her sense of security never depended on a man or on a piece of marriage paper.

So, there’s no need to rush to "conveniently" get married at this time.

"Then, when will you have time? Or I can find someone to see if we can have the staff handle it at home..."

Having the civil affairs bureau come to them for a marriage registration?

Amelia chuckled, "Don’t trouble people, is it necessary for such a small thing?"

"This small thing?" Christopher repeated the words, staring at her nonchalant demeanor, suddenly laughed with anger, "Selling the company and marriage are ’small things’ in your eyes, then may I ask what is important to you?"

Seeing him start with the sarcasm, Amelia knew she again provoked his sensitive spot.

She leaned back slightly and, after a brief consideration, looked at the man and said earnestly, "I understand your intentions, but the most important thing right now is not whether we get married, but stabilizing the company’s situation! Can’t you distinguish the priorities?"

"In my view, marrying you is the most important."

"But..." She pursed her lips slightly, cautiously looked at the man, "But right now... I haven’t decided yet..."

"Haven’t decided?" His tone carried a hint of danger, "You’ve given me everything but aren’t sure if you want to marry me — Amelia, how can you be so foolish? Aren’t you afraid I’ll do something to betray you and leave you with nothing?"

Her beautiful eyes looked at him innocently, "Would you?"

"I... of course, I wouldn’t! I’m just giving an example, after all you..."

"Christopher, I trust you, so there’s no need to rush."

Seeing her determined stance, Christopher felt like he just got a bucket of cold water dumped on him, his expression turning icy.

He quietly stared at the woman in front of him for a while, then turned to look out the window.

Amelia cautiously turned her head to look at him, nudged him with her elbow, "What, mad again?"

"..."

"Why are you so easily angered today?"

"..."

"Acting like a kid, just like Hope."

"..."

"I really believe in you, so I don’t want to rush into getting married now. Look at us both looking exhausted, you even said my face broke out, right? My dark circles are heavy too, aren’t they? We have to look good for the photo, let’s wait till this busy period is over, take a good rest, be in better shape and pick a good day then... mu—"

While she was chattering her thoughts, the man who had turned away suddenly turned back, grabbed her by the back of the neck like holding a kitten, and leaned down to kiss her.