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Zhuang Liu successfully got the household register from Tan Ron’s parents. The two of them got the marriage certificate on time. Even the staff said that if they came later, they would not get it.

“So we’re married now?” Zhuang Liu was still a little confused. “Rourou… you’re my wife now!”

“Yes, Hubby,” Tan Rou replied with a smile.

They were now legally married. Even if they wanted a divorce, the other party had to sign the divorce agreement.

“No, no.” Zhuang Liu just thought about it for a moment and felt that he could not accept it. He would never divorce Tan Rou.

“What are you talking about? Can’t I call you hubby?” Tan Rou didn’t know what he was thinking. She thought that he was dissatisfied with the way he addressed her as ‘husband.’

“Of course I’m willing to listen to you call me hubby. If possible, I wished you would call me hubby all the time.” Zhuang Liu smiled.

After coming out of the office, Zhuang Liu received a call from Shen Jing. After learning that they had registered their marriage, Shen Jing kept calling Zhuang Liu, but Zhuang Liu had turned his phone to silent mode and did not hear it.

“Hello, Mom. Yes, we just came out.” Zhuang Liu couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, I just registered my marriage.”

“Are you going back for dinner?” Zhuang Liu thought about it for a moment. He had planned to bring Tan Rou to his place to celebrate, but today was a very important day. He had to ask Tan Rou for her opinion. “Rourou, my mother wants us to go back to the old residence for dinner. Do you want to go?”

Tan Rou could understand Shen Jing very well. “Sure. We’ve already met my parents before we came here, we should go over to meet your parents too.”

Zhuang Liu was very happy to hear Tan Rou say that. “Alright, we’ll go over now.”

Ever since Zhuang Liu moved out of the Zhuang family’s old residence, Tan Rou had not visited the Zhuang family’s old residence. Two years ago, Zhuang Su was also sent to prison by Zhuang Liu and Zhuang Su was sentenced to 18 years for embezzling public funds illegally.

After Zhuang Su went to jail, the Zhuang family’s old house was empty, so Zhuang Yan and Shen Jing moved back, but Zhuang Liu did not move back. Firstly, it was too far away from the company and inconvenient for him to go to work. Secondly, he did not like living here because he felt uncomfortable.

“There are fewer and fewer people in this old house,” Tan Rou sighed when she arrived at the old house again.

Although Zhuang Liu felt a little uncomfortable, he still didn’t want to move back. “We have to make changes. Speaking of which, unfortunate things have happened to our family one after another. Some died, some went to jail. If it weren’t for you, our family would probably be gone.”

“Don’t say such inauspicious words. Aren’t we living well now?” Tan Rou stopped him.

Zhuang Liu smiled and put his arm around Tan Rou’s waist. “Let’s go. Don’t make Mom and Dad wait too long.”

Shen Jing had been waiting for them at the door. When she saw them, she immediately ran over. “Rourou, come and let Mommy see you.”

Tan Rou glanced at Zhuang Liu and then at Shen Jing. She called out very naturally, “Mother.”

Shen Jing was very happy and immediately pushed her son to the side. “Are you tired? Are you hungry? The meal is almost ready. There’s your favorite black tiger prawn.”

Tan Rou smiled gently. “Thankyou, Mother.”

Shen Jing pulled Tan Rou to talk, forgetting about her son. “Mom, don’t snatch my wife away.”

Shen Jing glared at him and brought Tan Rou to her side. “I’ll just have a few words with Rourou. Go to the side. If you have nothing to do, go help your father cook.” She turned to Tan Rou and smiled. “Rourou, Xiao Liu’s father is cooking tonight. Let’s see how he’s doing with his cooking skills.”

Ever since Shen Jing found out that Zhuang Liu was learning how to cook, she would nag to Zhuang Yan every few days that she wanted to eat her husband’s cooking. Zhuang Yan was a person who doted on his wife. Coincidentally, he had more free time after he recovered, so he found someone to ask him to cook. Although his cooking talent was not as good as Zhuang Liu’s, it was still very good.

Tan Rou had eaten the dishes cooked by Zhuang Yan at Zhuang Liu’s residence once. The taste was alright, but it was a little bland. It was probably to cater to Shen Jing’s taste.

“Alright. Ah Liu should go over and help Dad cook. We’ll be commentators and see who cooks better.”