The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

This was the third time she entered the Civil Affairs Bureau building.

She had been 21 the first time she came, and 26 the next time she visited, and this time, she was 36 years old.

According to the statistics that measured the average lifespan of those in their country, she had already lived out half her life.

Ye Hao held her hand tightly. He hadn’t let go of her hand ever since they hopped out of the car, as though he was afraid that she would get cold feet.

She stopped when they reached the gates of the Civil Affairs Bureau and looked at the young men and women who were queueing for their turn in the main hall. There were five different lines that almost stretched to the door.

These people weren’t all here to register their marriage. The fourth and fifth queues were for those who wanted to get a divorce.

The couples, who were queueing, to register their marriage were radiant with joy and grinned from ear to ear while those who were waiting to process their divorce mostly cast their eyes downward. There were some who stared at their phones and some who stared at the floor in a daze. There were also others who looked as though they had been crying for they would dab at their eyes once in a while.

She took a deep breath and bit her lips nervously.

She resolved that this would be the last time she would step into this building.

“Let’s go, Yan Yan…” Ye Hao said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

They entered the main hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

There were many people queueing for their turn but because Ye Hao had made arrangements ahead of time, they didn’t need to queue. After they completed the registration form, a young employee politely collected their forms and 10 minutes later, a freshly printed red booklet was handed to them.

From that moment on, they were once again considered a married couple in the eyes of the law.

Everything seemed to be written in the stars. After several twists and turns, they had chosen to be with one another and also vowed once more to grow old together.

They drove toward the most luxurious hotel in Ye City after they had completed the formalities of registering their marriage. They would hold an intimate wedding banquet at this hotel.

He Xiyan was against the idea of having another wedding ceremony and so, Ye Hao booked out ten tables at this hotel and invited his family and the main stakeholders of the Ye Group.

They only extended the invite to slightly more than 90 people and kept the guest list short.

Xia Jingshu was wearing a dark blue cheongsam with gold embroidery and her hair was dyed a light golden color. She looked like a fashionable grandmother.

She had become the matriarch of the Ye family after Ye Hao’s grandmother passed away. She had also recently moved into the ancestral home of the Ye family. She would spend the rest of her days and grow old there.

The women who stood beside her were her sisters-in-law, Ye Lanfeng and Ye Helian. They were both in their sixties but they only looked like they were in their fifties because they put a lot of effort into maintaining their looks.

“Why did you agree to let them get remarried? He Xiyan is not a woman of good standing. Moreover, she must be in her thirties, so I don’t even know if she will be able to bear him another child,” Ye Lanfeng said. She had only found out that her nephew had remarried his ex-wife that day.

“She’s only 36, so I think she can still bear him another child. I hope she’ll bear him a healthy, plump boy,” Ye Helian said.

Xia Jingshu coughed softly and her brows creased into a small frown. She waved and gestured for her sister-in-law to hold her tongue.

She only wanted her son to be happy in the future. That was all she wanted. She obviously hoped that she could become a grandmother again and that she would have a grandson to call her own. However, she would let it up to fate to decide.

Xi Xi was picked up by the family chauffeur and driven straight to the venue after class.