What does it feel like to get a marriage license with a man you've never met?

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Shen Yan nervously held her household registration book, waiting for her partner in an impromptu marriage to appear.

"Miss Shen!" At this moment, an old man's voice sounded in the air.

Shen Yan turned around and saw a smiling old man waving to her with his walking stick and walking towards her.

Shen Yan sweetly replied, "Grandpa Meng!" then immediately ran over to assist the old man.

"Miss Shen, my grandson is on the way, you wait for him a little longer. I've already told him, as soon as he arrives, you two should go to get the license," the old man said.

"My grandson always wears a grumpy face, his temper is a little bad, please don't take it personally when you meet him, that's just who he is."

"But rest assured, his moral character is quite good. It's just that he thinks differently from most people. He's already 31 years old, but he doesn't even want to date, which makes me worry about his marriage in my old age."

Upon hearing these words, Shen Yan didn't know what to say besides nodding her head and smiling.

Although she had been secretly praying before she came to the Civil Affairs Bureau that the man she would marry would be somewhat decent looking, after hearing the old man's description of his grandson, Shen Yan couldn't help but think her fiancé must be an ugly big fool with a strange character!

Though she felt disappointed, she had no other choice. After all, the marriage was something she had initially desired.

A month ago, when she was rushing to the hospital to take care of her sick mother, she ran into Mr. Meng, who had fallen ill suddenly at the entrance of the hospital.

As a person who holds high moral decency, she couldn't ignore him. She immediately carried out a series of standard emergency treatments on Mr. Meng and then handed him over to the doctors who had rushed to the scene.

It was precisely because she had seized the golden hour of emergency treatment that Mr. Meng was able to survive.

Later, the recovered Mr. Meng specifically sought her out to thank her for her courageous action.

Though their conversation was brief, the patriarch, Elder Meng, was smitten with Shen Yan from the bottom of his heart, and expressed his hope that Shen Yan would become his granddaughter-in-law.

Especially when Elder Meng found out that Shen Yan was currently taking care of her cancer-stricken mother and urgently needed a great sum of money for a surgery, he proactively suggested that as long as Shen Yan agreed to marry his grandson, he would give her 300,000 Yuan as a marriage gift.

Initially, Shen Yan resisted the mention of marriage, believing that both parties should truly love each other before they decide to get married.

But when she thought of her mother's impending operation, she gave in.

Elder Meng's grandson needed a wife, and she desperately needed money. Perhaps in such a mutually beneficial arrangement, genuine feelings weren't really necessary.

At that moment, Shen Yan's phone buzzed with a message. It was a reminder from the hospital about the payment.

Unable to help herself, she cracked a bitter smile. At this point, she thought to herself, her situation hardly allowed for the luxury of worrying about her soon-to-be husband's looks. The most pressing matter was whether the 300,000 would be received today.

She then asked somewhat sheepishly, "Elder Meng, will the money arrive today?"

Elder Meng chuckled, "Miss Shen, rest assured. As long as you successfully get the marriage certificate with my eldest grandson today, the 300,000 will be transferred to you immediately."

Only then did Shen Yan feel half of her worries lifted, the other half dependent on the arrival of Elder Meng's eldest grandson.

She put her phone back in her pocket, and as she looked up, her gaze unintentionally fell behind Elder Meng and landed on a silver minivan parked not far away. The man at the wheel seemed to be staring at her.

Elder Meng noticing Shen Yan's curious gaze, smiled kindly.

Pointing his cane at the man in the car, he yelled authoritatively, "Miss Shen is here, you brat, why are you not hurrying over?"

Inside the minivan, Meng Ling Ci naturally heard his grandfather's urging.

With a stern face and deep, cold eyes slightly narrowed, he stared intently at the girl who was accompanying his grandfather outside the car. His sharp gaze seemed as if he were trying to see right through the girl.

Only after he heard his grandfather's urging once more did he lean out from the vehicle.

He completely masked the sharp gleam in his eyes and strode over with long strides.

Feeling the oppressive presence behind her, Shen You turned around and only then noticed the man in front of her.

He was handsome with distinct features and a tall and robust build. Even clad in casual clothing, his powerful aura was hard to ignore.

At first, Shen Yan thought she was imagining things. She blinked again, then once she was sure the tall, long-legged man striding toward her was not an illusion, she nervously swallowed.

She thought to herself, was this man... her soon-to-be flash marriage husband?

He was nothing like she had imagined. He was too handsome!

Shen Yan looked to Master Meng for confirmation. Seeing this, Master Meng smiled even broader, and introduced, "Miss Shen, this here is my eldest grandson, Meng Lingci."

Shen Yan was oblivious to the oppressive aura radiating from the handsome man standing before her...

As someone who judged greatly on appearances, Shen Yan would swear that she had been thoroughly enchanted by Meng Lingci's extraordinarily good looks, completely disregarding the oppressive feel he gave off.

She believed that Meng Lingci was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life!

With such exceptional looks, she'd wager that even compared to male stars in the entertainment industry, he'd still be ranked first.

Originally, Shen Yan had mentally prepared herself to imagine her husband-to-be as a balding man with a beer belly.

But upon encountering the real person, the enormous gap had left her somewhat dazed for a moment.

With her cherry lips slightly agape in surprise, she was frozen on the spot.

Meng Lingci cast a cold glance at the surprised Shen Yan before him. She had a bob cut, a chubby face marked by baby fat, and was dressed in a sweater with overalls.

He remembered his grandfather saying that the woman he was to marry was already 23 years old. But the woman in front of him displayed an innocent demeanor, she seemed to be at most 17 or 18, not at all what a 23-year-old should look like.

Moreover, this bratty girl was still wide-eyed, staring at him unblinkingly, seemingly smitten.

Looking at her this way, his patience started wearing thin as his brow furrowed, her first impression was terribly poor.

He thought to himself, how could such a shallow woman dare entertain the idea of marrying into a wealthy family? She's clearly delusional!