The Favored Heiress
Chapter 645: Who Wants to Get the Certificate?

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Who Wants to Get the Certificate?

Li Qiao blinked, as if suddenly enlightened.

Registering the marriage...

Could "our matter" that Shang Yu mentioned also be this?

Li Qiao sat in the car, pondering for a long time before taking out her cell phone to start searching for information related to marriage registration.

Shang Yu was not a domestic citizen, and registering in the country involved notarization of Parma identity information.

If they were to register in Parma...

Five minutes later, Li Qiao, with a stern face, threw her phone onto the dashboard.

Going to Parma was clearly complicating matters, as the information posted online required her to apply for registration at Parma’s domestic embassy.

Troublesome.

Li Qiao tapped on the steering wheel, and soon after, made a call to Li Jun.

It was three in the afternoon, and Li Jun, on an official trip, had just finished a town meeting.

"Qiaoqiao, what’s up?" Li Jun’s uniquely old-fashioned voice came through the phone.

Li Qiao was straightforward, "Big brother, do you have connections at the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

Li Jun was startled, but he answered truthfully, "I do, I know the director slightly. What happened?"

"Introduce me to him."

Li Jun, full of suspicions, gestured for his secretary to leave and walked to the window with the phone, "What are you planning to do?"

Li Qiao smoothly replied, "Registering for marriage."

Li Jun was taken aback, his tone involuntarily rising, "What? Who’s registering for marriage?"

"Me." Li Qiao’s voice was even, yet there was no lack of determination in her tone.

It took Li Jun a while to come to terms with it, "Nonsense, you’re too young to register for marriage, and why do you need the director for that?"

Li Qiao lazily explained, "To make things simpler, Shaoyan is a foreign citizen, the normal procedures are too bothersome."

Li Jun softened his tone and earnestly advised, "Qiaoqiao, who registers for marriage to make things simpler? If he really wants to marry you, he should follow the rules, no matter how troublesome the procedures are."

"Oh, then I’ll go to my godfather."

Li Qiao said this and hung up the phone.

Rules are just a formality, what really matters are those two red marriage certificates.

A foreign citizen needs a certification of marital status from their own country to register in the country, and with Shang Yu’s status in Parma, doing such a thing would certainly alert the Shang Family Elders’ Hall.

It would start a whole chain reaction, and cause unnecessary trouble at that point.

Having made up their minds about each other, getting the red book first wasn’t a bad idea.

Li Qiao thought, if this path didn’t work out, then she would just hack into the Civil Affairs Bureau’s website and change her and Shang Yu’s marital status to married.

While she was thinking this, her phone chimed with a WeChat notification.

Li Qiao opened it and smiled, raising her eyebrows.

The WeChat message was from her big brother Li Jun, including the name and contact information of the Civil Affairs Bureau director and an additional sentence.

Li Jun: I’ve already spoken to him, go ahead.

In the last two words, Li Qiao read a hint of compromise.

In all the world, the only person who could make the uncompromising South Sea Secretary-General break the rules was probably Li Qiao alone.

About half an hour later, the Mercedes G-Class stopped in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Before entering, Li Qiao made a phone call to the director, and soon after, the director’s secretary escorted her to his office.

In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao emerged from the Civil Affairs Bureau, swinging a kraft paper bag.

...

As evening approached, Li Qiao returned to the mansion.

She had been mentally preparing herself in the car for quite a while, and only when she saw the setting sun did she slowly take the paper bag and enter the living room.

With no one in the grand hall, Li Qiao threw the paper bag onto the coffee table, sat down with her arms crossed, and started to think about how to broach the topic of marriage registration with Shang Yu.

——Let’s get our marriage certificate.

Wouldn’t that be too hasty to say?

——Fill in the marriage registration form.

Isn’t that a bit abrupt?

——I found what was missing from my household registration book.

That doesn’t quite convey what I mean.

Li Qiao furrowed her brow, deep in thought.

Before she could figure out the reason, the man’s steady footsteps approached from afar.

Li Qiao gathered her scattered thoughts, steadied her mind, and unsurprisingly heard Wang Yue’s words, "Boss, these documents still need Miss Li’s signature."

"Mhm," Shang Yu responded deeply as he walked into the living room and caught Li Qiao’s puzzled and innocent gaze. She asked, "What do I need to sign?"

Wang Yue paused behind the man, looked down at the stack of about twenty documents in his hand, and without thinking, asked back, "Miss Li, are you proficient in Parma Culture?"

Li Qiao glanced at the thick pile of documents he was holding and said nonchalantly, "Not proficient."

Wang Yue chuckled, "Then there’s no problem. Please help us out by signing a few words."

Li Qiao felt she wasn’t mistaken, what was with Wang Yue’s sudden relief?

And what does he mean by no problem?

At that moment, Shang Yu had casually walked to the small bar at the corner of the living room and poured himself half a glass of foreign liquor, sat on a high stool with his hips sunk, one leg resting on the ground. Seeing Li Qiao’s look, he suppressed a smile on his lips, "Sign it."

Li Qiao eyed the documents Wang Yue had brought over and upon opening them, felt dizzy.

It was indeed in Parma Culture, like gibberish characters.

Li Qiao hadn’t lied; she wasn’t just not proficient in Parma Culture, she didn’t understand it at all.

Each of the twenty or so documents was quite thick.

Wang Yue handed her the pen, flipped to a specified position, and pointed, "Miss Li, sign here."

Li Qiao, with an expressionless face, signed her name while giving Wang Yue, who had a flattering face, a sidelong glance.

Then, the next one, and the one after that.

Wang Yue had marked the signing pages on all the documents, she didn’t need to flip through them, and of course, he didn’t give her the chance to do so.

It had been ten minutes by the time she finished signing.

"Thanks for the trouble, Miss Li."

With a respectful smile, Wang Yue held the thick stack of documents, bowed, and turned to leave the living room.

Li Qiao glanced at her palm, then looked toward the man near the bar drinking liquor, and muttered, "There isn’t a deed of sale in there, is there?"

Shang Yu, his fingers around the glass and lifting it to his lips, seemed to see through everything with the gaze that peeked over the rim, "What if there is?"

Li Qiao stood up, strolled over leisurely, leaned sideways against the bar with a very serious expression, "If there really is a deed of sale, then I’ll need some benefits too."

"Like what?" The man put down his glass, his eyes brimming with an indulgent smile, "Planning on having me sign one too?"

That’s actually a good idea.

Li Qiao, with a suppressed laugh, turned back to the coffee table intending to hand the brown paper bag to Shang Yu, but as she bent over, her expression froze.

Where was her brown paper bag?

Li Qiao thought about it and realized what must have happened.

It must have been taken by Wang Yue along with the signed documents a moment ago.

Li Qiao emotionlessly took out her phone, poked at the screen, and placed the phone to her ear, "You come back."

Wang Yue, who had just gotten into the car, was baffled.

He had specifically followed the boss’s instructions to change all the document content into Parma Culture, so Miss Li shouldn’t have noticed anything.

But the tone of her phone call was clearly wrong.

With trepidation, Wang Yue holding a stack of documents hurried back to the living room without daring to ask more, his eyes darting towards Shang Yu, with an obvious plea for help.