When Meng Ting and Jiang Ren got their marriage certificate, she was in her junior year of college.

On Jiang Ren’s birthday in early summer, they drove to get their certificate. Holding the marriage certificate to his chest, a small red booklet worth just a few yuan, he said, “I’ll keep this.”

Jiang Ren didn’t photograph well; he was more handsome in person than in pictures. His photo looked fierce, and Meng Ting only glanced at it before he tucked it away in his pocket. “It’s done, Mrs. Jiang. Sit tight. What’s so interesting about a marriage certificate anyway?”

Meng Ting looked at him eagerly, saying, “I barely got to see it!”

He gently pinched her chin. “Be good.”

Heaven knows how much Jiang Ren disliked that photo. On the day they took the picture, he was so nervous. It was hard to imagine that such a small booklet could bind the most beautiful girl to him for life. His nervousness led to sweaty palms and a smile that looked stiff and cold.

He ended up looking somewhat fierce.

She was so beautiful that the concept of photogenicity didn’t apply to her. The key was that she looked particularly good in this photo.

A 21-year-old girl, still carrying the pure charm of her teenage years, yet with a bewitching allure in the corners of her eyes and brows. She smiled gently and joyfully, captivated by her beauty.

In comparison, Jiang Ren looked like a brute next to her.

They didn’t seem to match.

Even the photographer thought this as he looked at the beautiful woman.

This led Jiang Ren to just take a quick look before straightening her face. Under her eager gaze, he put the marriage certificate in his chest pocket.

Even if the whole world thought they didn’t match, as long as he believed they were meant to be, that was enough.

He didn’t want to show it to her, fearing she might change her mind.

Meng Ting was extremely frustrated.

What girl isn’t allowed to look at her marriage certificate? Jiang Ren had said during the day that there was nothing special to see, but Meng Ting woke up in the middle of the night, rubbing her eyes.

The man had gotten up in the middle of the night to look at that photo, a gentle and serene smile on his lips.

In her hazy state, she smiled too.

Jiang Ren had been preparing for the wedding for a long time. He started preparing when the first snow fell last year, almost to the point of bankrupting himself.

His handwriting used to be poor.

But as he wrote each wedding invitation, Meng Ting leaned over to look and saw that his handwriting was now incredibly neat and careful.

The man’s jaw was firm and upright, with somewhat austere and hard lines that inexplicably made her heart melt.

He pressed his lips together, suppressing the upward curve of his mouth. He had written so many, wanting to invite almost everyone he knew.

She chuckled softly and kissed his chin.

They set their wedding date for early June.

Meng Ting asked, “Does this date have any special meaning?”

His eyes filled with a smile, his finger lightly brushing her cheek, very gently: “You won’t be cold or hot wearing your wedding dress and traditional attire.”

Almost everyone remembered what Meng Ting looked like when she first entered the university campus as a freshman. She wore a Republican-era style buttoned blouse, looking particularly simple and modest.

They also remembered how Jiang Ren had rushed over, covered in dust, to embrace her that year.

The young man was covered in cement, looking down and out.

What initially seemed like a story of a beautiful young girl being worn down by time and poverty turned out to be the most enchanting love story in all of B City.

Jiang Ren became the youngest entrepreneur, seizing the best era, his bold gamble achieving his success. Many years later, he would still be a role model that people talked about with admiration.

Jiang Ren’s wedding was grand; he wanted to tell the whole world he was marrying her.

Meng Ting wore a wedding dress with a long, winding train. She held Shu Zhitong’s arm, walking towards him step by step.

Many people attended the wedding.

From their high school homeroom teacher Fan Huiyin to many unfamiliar faces from the vocational high school.

His wedding was so grand, it was as if he wanted to announce his possession to the whole world.

Jiang Ren woke up at dawn to pick her up, and the smile never left his face.

Fang Tan, sitting in the guest area, sighed, “He did win her over in the end.”

He Hao laughed, “Indeed, she was the most beautiful girl in all of No. 7 High School back then, the nation’s first love.”

They had almost witnessed how a boy, nearly driven mad by love, grew into a man, using his broad shoulders to give her a piece of the sky.

“Brother Ren inspired me that there’s no one in this world you can’t win over, only love that’s not deep enough,” Fang Tan said.

He Hao replied, “It’s already hard enough to meet someone who makes you go all in without hesitation.”

“Indeed.”

When Jiang Ren held Meng Ting’s hand, he was reverent.

His love for her seemed to need no words or glances. Just her standing there was enough for everyone to see how much he liked her.

Several university classmates who had joked about manual labor before watched with surging emotions: “My goodness, I’m starting to believe in love.”

Meng Ting, wearing her veil, walked across the red carpet and five years, smiling at him with curved lips.

Apart from the vows, Jiang Ren didn’t follow the ceremony.

Tonight, he wouldn’t toast, wouldn’t let people play wedding night pranks. He carried her home.

The small villa was exquisite.

Her wedding dress trailed on the ground. Meng Ting leaned against his chest, listening to the man’s strong heartbeat.

“Is it okay not to toast?” She always felt the procedure wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He said, “Some people get so tired at their weddings. I invited these people to make you happy, not to burden you.”

She then laughed softly and went to bite his chin.

The man chuckled lightly, gently pinching her cheek: “Save some energy for later.”

He threw her on the bed and pressed down on top of her.

Meng Ting bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she poked his arm and said, “Use protection.”

“That’s not comfortable, let’s not tonight. It’ll be fine,” he replied.

Meng Ting protested, “I haven’t graduated yet!”

Before she could finish, Jiang Ren understood her meaning. What if she got pregnant? His brows carried a reckless smile: “I’ll take care of it.”

It wasn’t about who would take care of it, but that she was still in university.

While others were experiencing youth on campus, she felt it would be terrifying to be the only one with a baby.

He wouldn’t cooperate with her, so she wouldn’t cooperate with him either.

She squirmed around, insisting he wear it.

The veins on his temples throbbed as he fumbled and tore open a box. Meng Ting rarely did this with him, except for her first time.

She had been very busy with classes last year.

His hands were shaking badly from excitement. She was shyly watching at first but couldn’t help laughing.

Jiang Ren was so funny.

She was already beautiful, and on her wedding day, her eyes were filled with starlight, more beautiful than the sky, more enchanting than the night.

Jiang Ren laughed too. Damn.

She still found it amusing?

He directly threw it away, covered her mouth, and said bluntly, “Tonight, we do it my way.”

They say dancers have particularly flexible waists.

She might never know what today meant to him.

For the world, it was a simple, meaningless early summer day, as ordinary as any other. But for Jiang Ren, it was the culmination of over a thousand days and nights of unrequited love and constant yearning.

This year, Jiang Ren was twenty-two years old.

In their youth, in that quiet, empty classroom at No. 7 High School, Meng Ting had accidentally seen some erotic manga on Zhao Nuancheng’s phone. Zhao Nuancheng, blushing, had asked Meng Ting if the desire from adolescence to manhood was very strong.

Several years later, on this night, she could finally answer that question.

Yes, it was.

In 2001, a movie called “Legally Blonde” was released in the United States.

A few years later, the second and third parts of this movie were also released.

When the “Civil Procedure Law” teacher showed the first part of this movie in class at the end of summer in her junior year, Meng Ting watched it with great excitement.

She went home and immediately made Jiang Ren watch the second part with her.

Jiang Ren put down his reports and watched the movie with her on the iPad.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in as she lay on his legs, her eyes bright as she watched the screen: “She’s very optimistic and beautiful, and also very capable, isn’t she?”

Jiang Ren glanced at the blonde woman on the screen.

Looking at his little wife lying on his long legs, he smiled and made an affirmative sound.

Meng Ting said, “I also want to study law well and help many people who need help in the future.”

He lifted her chin: “Why bother with those people?”

He knew her ideals were grand, but in this world, wasn’t it enough for him and her to live well?

Meng Ting was stunned for a moment. His occasional natural questions, upon closer consideration, could be somewhat chilling.

Her Jiang Ren lacked kindness and sympathy.

Instead, he possessed a strong sense of possessiveness.

At first, she wasn’t used to it, but now, she had become good at helping him accept this world.

She wouldn’t lecture him about grand principles; those meant less to him in his unruly world than a banknote in his pocket. She taught him to love this world in a way he could best accept: “Because the better this world becomes, the more fortunate and smooth our descendants’ lives will be.”

His calm, unperturbed eyes gradually filled with a faint light.

He smiled, affirming her values: “Mm.”

She felt both tenderhearted and amused.

When Meng Ting was a junior, her eyes still sparkled as she talked about her dreams of studying law well. Two types of people must have rigorous knowledge and cannot make mistakes.

One type is doctors, the other is lawyers.

Because both hold the fate of others in their hands.

However, when the scorching summer truly arrived and she often felt nauseous, she realized something was amiss.

Jiang Ren, who was originally at the company, rushed back as soon as he heard from the servant that the mistress wasn’t feeling well.

Jiang Ren said, “What’s wrong? Let the doctor take a look, be good.”

Meng Ting cooperated.

The doctor said, “Congratulations, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang. Mrs. Jiang is two months pregnant.”

She wasn’t mentally prepared and was stunned. Meng Ting looked at him with tear-filled eyes, looking extremely pitiful.

She instinctively touched her flat belly.

Jiang Ren was also stunned for a moment, but compared to her teary state, he was exceptionally mature and calm.

First, he gave the doctor a big red envelope and saw her off, then personally called to handle Meng Ting’s leave of absence procedures. Then he had someone come to check if there was anything unsuitable in the villa.

The servants marveled at how calm the master was.

It was hard to tell if he was happy or not.

After the shock wore off, Meng Ting realized she would have to take a year off from school.

Before she could become a legal blonde, she was going to become a mother.

She touched her belly, blinked her eyes, and after a while, she smiled gently. Joy spread through her; she had a very capable father, and the family was complete. It must be the happiest child in the world.

As for the calm man who showed no signs of happiness or unhappiness.

That night, he drove Gao Yi crazy: “What? Sudden donation!”

He donated a large sum to the mudslide-stricken disaster area. Gao Yi looked at the string of zeros at the end and felt extremely pained.

Meng Ting knew nothing about all this. Her long lashes blinked as she nestled in his arms.

“Why aren’t you smiling?” Her slender, fair fingers touched the man’s hard mouth corners. “Aren’t you happy?”

His heartbeat was strong. After a long while, under her dejected movements, he forced out a stiff, cold smile.

The smile was slightly twisted, and she was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Ren said helplessly, “Alright, baby, stop teasing me. Don’t you understand whether I’m happy or not?”

She held back for a while, then laughed with rosy cheeks in his arms, her laughter unstoppable.

Jiang Ren’s rigid body finally relaxed, and he laughed too.

“It’s my first time being a father,” he said simply. “I will try my best.”

To give you and the child the best of everything in the world.

When Meng Ting was half asleep, he couldn’t sleep and asked by her ear, “What should we name it?”

She murmured a soft “mm” sound, not hearing his words, but instinctively responding to her.

He looked at her with his dark eyes and smiled.

It was still too early for the child to be born. He was just silly with happiness.

For Jiang Ren, he liked that this world had a bond between him and her. After a hundred years, when they were nothing but yellow earth and dry bones, the child would have witnessed how much he loved her.

In Meng Ting’s junior year, a mudslide occurred in L City.

The mountain collapsed, and several geology students and teachers were trapped deep in the mountains.

When she saw this news, she was stunned for a moment.

In her past life, the year she died, she went to L City to look for Shu Yang. Shu Yang was also in the mountains that year. There weren’t enough rescue personnel and resources, so they could only organize volunteers to save people.

Meng Ting and Shu Lan trudged through, calling until their voices were hoarse with despair.

Just as Meng Ting was about to go down the slope to search, Shu Lan let go of the rope.

She opened her eyes and became the 17-year-old Meng Ting of this life.

How coincidental, the man-made disaster had been avoided, but the natural disaster still occurred. Only in this life, Shu Yang was safely studying medicine.

Jiang Ren hugged her and kissed the corner of her lips: “Don’t be afraid, it’s alright.”

His comfort wasn’t in words but in silent actions.

Because of the money Jiang Ren donated, countless manpower and resources were sent to the disaster area.

In the end, all the teachers and students were rescued, and miraculously, not a single person died.

Meng Ting watched with her hand over her mouth, realizing that this meant Shu Yang from her past life had most likely survived as well.

When she went to the hospital for a checkup and found out she was carrying twins, Jiang Ren’s eyes flickered. Then he frowned slightly.

He knew that for a woman to carry a child for him was already an extremely difficult thing, and two children in her belly meant increased risk.

What he feared most was anything that put Meng Ting at risk.

An autumn rain fell in October, and as he looked at her gradually swelling belly, worry and heartache made him restless.

When she woke up, she saw Jiang Ren with his fingers interlaced, his black eyes quietly watching her.

She called softly, “Jiang Ren.”

His voice was gentle and extremely light: “Mm.”

She touched the man’s resolute cheek: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be with you for a lifetime.” I’ll teach you to love this world.

“Okay.”

Later, Jiang Yifei and Jiang Yixi were born.

When the adorable Yixi drooled with her big, blinking eyes, Yifei was already asking questions.
At two years old, Yifei asked his mother: “Why did you have me?”

People always want to explore the origin of life.

At that time, Jiang Ren walked home under the moonlight. He leaned quietly against the door, wanting to hear how Meng Ting, unaware of his return, would answer the little boy’s question.
Then he heard an answer he would never forget, as she gently and earnestly said—

“Because with you, the people who love Daddy have grown from one to three.”