When the phone screen lit up, I was standing on the steps in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
"Jingchen, don't be impulsive. I know you are just angry with me."
The sender's note is "Qingwei", and there are more than 30 unread messages in the chat history, all of which are affectionate messages from this woman. I didn't want to take a peek, but Lu Jingchen's cell phone was lying so big in his suit jacket pocket, with the screen facing out. When the message popped up, I happened to catch a glimpse.
I looked away and looked at the black Rolls-Royce across the road.
The car window rolled down halfway, revealing half of Lu Jingchen's face. He was staring at the phone and frowning, his fingers tapping something quickly on the screen, as if he was arguing with someone. No need to guess who it is.
On the day of receiving the certificate, the groom was still entangled with his ex-girlfriend.
