I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 61p2

Chapter 61 p2

The domestic announcement of their relationship was in a frenzy, but the two people at the center of the vortex were not affected at all.

The day before the New Year, Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang were traveling in R country.

The weather was bad that day, with a storm. The weather forecast said a typhoon was coming from the city center.

Qi Sijia woke Meng Jiang up early.

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the rain was like a waterfall. Qi Sijia held Meng Jiang’s hand and walked to the registration window.

Only then did Meng Jiang come to her senses. She curled her lips and asked Qi Sijia, “Is it what I think it is?”

“Getting a marriage certificate,” Qi Sijia’s tone was much calmer than Meng Jiang’s, as if she were talking about the weather.

Then she communicated with the window staff in fluent English.

Getting a marriage certificate in a foreign country required going through a procedure. A partner of Qi Sijia’s next drama had connections in Switzerland, and a phone call came from there.

The counter staff almost immediately jumped up from their chairs. Their attitude was very polite as they went around to the two of them. After confirming their identities, they said to Qi Sijia with a greeting that there was a VIP channel to help them with the procedures.

“Thank you for your trouble,” Qi Sijia said.

The staff led the way in front. Meng Jiang deliberately fell a step behind, and Qi Sijia followed suit and slowed down.

“Why did you suddenly want to get a marriage certificate?” Realizing it, the smile on Meng Jiang’s lips did not fade from beginning to end. She slung her bag across her chest and glanced at the documents the two of them had brought.

She hadn’t understood before, but now she understood. The reason for bringing the documents was to get married.

With this thought, Meng Jiang looked at Qi Sijia with an unstoppable smile.

Qi Sijia was also looking at her. Her lips were pursed into a very faint smile. “It wasn’t sudden. From the day you went back to the country last time, this matter has been on the agenda. The failed relationship and the argument that day showed that you like a sense of security from a ceremony. Although I don’t think a certificate is very important, if you like it, then out of love for the house and its crow, I’ll also reluctantly like it, so that this relationship is at least legal abroad. If one day same-sex marriage becomes legal in China, we can go and get it in China.”

They had slept together, kissed, and done the most intimate things.

These days, they had been so clingy that they seemed to want to stick together at all times. Of course, Meng Jiang knew that Qi Sijia liked her. There was no need for any extra words to describe it.

Meng Jiang had gradually been influenced by Qi Sijia’s standards of conduct. She could understand and did not need those empty things.

So much so that now, when Qi Sijia had come to get a marriage certificate without saying a word or giving any greeting, Meng Jiang didn’t know how to describe this surprise for a moment.

The typhoon had just passed, and the sky had cleared after the rain. Behind them was a sky of glass and a rainbow hanging high. Qi Sijia stood in the long corridor, her cold eyes like frost and snow illuminated by the daylight. A pair of low-degree glasses with a chain was on her delicate nose.

Her lips were pursed into a smile, as beautiful as a fairy from the top of a high mountain descending to the mortal world. She raised an eyebrow and called Meng Jiang “sister.” “Do you agree?”

Meng Jiang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously held Qi Sijia’s hand back. They walked into the special channel hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and only then did Meng Jiang speak. “I wouldn’t agree to anyone else, but you, I agree.”

There was no proposal, no balloons or flowers. All the words were plain, but now, Qi Sijia was poking at Meng Jiang’s heart and walking deeper.

Just standing there, it was as if she had stunned all of Meng Jiang’s years.

No one else could, only Qi Sijia could.

They should be like this.

…

On New Year’s Eve, when every family was getting rid of the old and welcoming the new, and preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner, Meng Jiang posted a picture on Weibo. The picture was of two marriage certificates.

As soon as the news was released, this news directly exploded to the top of the hot search, and the small square was flooded with replies.

At the same time, a second after Meng Jiang’s Weibo was posted, the ins account of Jia from RENAISSANCE STUDIO and the account of the big IP author Ji Liu from a certain domestic novel website simultaneously forwarded this news.

And the caption read, “Claimed.”

Meng Jiang had greeted the mainstream media in advance through Chen Cheng. Qi Sijia’s identity in China was not allowed to be exposed now.

But due to the matter of forwarding the Weibo, Qi Sijia, as the main person in charge of RENAISSANCE STUDIO and the chief screenwriter, Jia, her works and awards were all dug up.

Then, what was even more magical was that such a capable and talented screenwriter had disappeared for five years to write novels on a certain lesbian fiction website, and had been writing for five years, becoming a big IP author on a certain station. As her popularity rose, the public’s curiosity about Ji Liu once surpassed the matter of Meng Jiang’s marriage.

More and more news was being dug up.

A netizen was surprised to find that everything had actually been traceable for a long time. Six months ago, Ji Liu had posted a topic poll on a certain Weibo.

#FirstLove #Your first love, whom you’ve already broken up with and will never get back together with, suddenly needs you to add her on WeChat for something. After you add her, you find that her profile picture is the first letter of your name. What would you do?

A. Add her, treat her as a stranger, and delete each other after the matter is resolved.

B. Don’t add her, ignore her.

This poll could dig up too much information. Netizens quickly discovered that Ji Liu’s Weibo had also been on the hot search before because of this poll.

The reason was that Meng Jiang’s alt account had left a comment under this poll with her luxury brand profile picture.

“If you don’t even try, how do you know you definitely won’t get back together?”

Following this topic, netizens pulled out Meng Jiang’s resentful comment and had a new understanding of the goddess.

Netizen comment: Confirmed, the two of them are in true love.

Second floor: +1

Third floor: Curious about Ji Liu’s appearance.

Fourth floor: A picture of them holding hands from behind.jpg

Fifth floor: Her hands are beautiful, her figure is beautiful, it’s just that the picture of them holding hands from behind is not good. After seeing it, I was shocked, and my heart is not balanced. Pouts.

…

180th floor: Broken defense. Why did my sister have to fall in love and get married? Ji Liu, get out. You’re not good enough for my sister.

…

70,090th floor: Career fans don’t care about the goddess getting married. Since the rice is already cooked, the good scripts in the goddess’s wife’s hands, please give them all to my sister in the future.

…

180,000th floor: Have any sisters discovered that Ji Liu’s poll calls my Jiang “first love,” and my Jiang herself talked about her first love in an interview as—Miss Q???

180,001st floor: Shocked!

180,002nd floor: Shocked!

180,003rd floor: Shocked!

…

All the hot search terms were occupied by Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang’s names.

“Meng Jiang gets married.”

“Meng Jiang’s first love.”

“Ji Liu’s poll.”

“Who on earth is Jia?”

“Digging into the screenwriter Jia who was deified by foreign investors.”

…

These two people occupied an unprecedented grand occasion during the New Year.

Leaving aside the effect of this huge wave of dog food in China, Ye Qianqian and Tan Xiaofang had flown all the way to a foreign country. Their original purpose was to comfort their good sister who had been dumped and abandoned, who was destined to be lonely and old and sick in the heart.

But as soon as they landed, their social media accounts were almost blown up.

Although Meng Jiang had greeted the mainstream media in advance, and Qi Sijia’s identity in China had not been exposed, people in the circle had their own ways of knowing who Jia was.

Leaving aside the relationship between Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang, just by virtue of Qi Sijia being the main person in charge of RENAISSANCE STUDIO and the chief screenwriter, Jia, the entire domestic capital circle was in a frenzy.

Meng Jiang’s phone couldn’t be reached, so naturally, some people would find other ways to get to Qi Sijia’s friends.

But since getting off the plane, Ye Qianqian and Tan Xiaofang’s phones had not stopped ringing. Every call that came in was from an industry big shot who had to be treated with caution no matter what.

The two of them dealt with it in a daze. Later, seeing a bunch of paparazzi following them, Ye Qianqian and Tan Xiaofang exchanged a look, hid in the bathroom, logged into Weibo, and only then did they figure out the situation.

They were both speechless at the act of showing off their love so openly and without any restraint.

As sisters, they hadn’t provoked anyone, yet they were dragged into the mess by those two dog-like women flaunting their love in public. It was like the most outrageous blockbuster of the year.

The two of them disguised themselves and went through great pains to break out of the encirclement.

The restaurant they had booked in advance was definitely not possible. Ye Qianqian used her private phone to call Qi Sijia and explain the situation.

Qi Sijia’s tone was faint. “Then let’s not eat.”

“Does Meng Jiang agree with you treating your sisters who have come all the way to comfort you so heartlessly?”

“It’s a happy day of my marriage. What do I need you to comfort me about?”

Ye Qianqian was choked for a moment. Just as she was about to complain about her having a partner but no friends, Qi Sijia said, “We’ll have hot pot at home. Are you coming?”

“You have a conscience!”