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"Well, isn't this my ex-wife?" He deliberately raised his voice, strutting like a peacock. "Found a new lover so quickly? You really came prepared."
Chu Qiao laughed sarcastically, her sharp voice grating like nails on a chalkboard. "Jia Wenjing, you really are something. You haven't even finalized the divorce and you're already flirting with another man. How shameless."
Chen Hao straightened his posture, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Please watch your words. Don't think that just because someone indulges you, you can say whatever you want."
"What’s it to you?" Zhang Cheng sneered, like a rabid dog guarding its territory. "I'm talking to my ex-wife. Who do you think you are?"
"I am her fiancé," Chen Hao replied calmly, his tone as still as a stagnant pond yet carrying an undeniable weight. "I hope you will respect us. Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences."
The registration hall fell silent in an instant. All eyes turned toward us, creating an invisible net that felt suffocating.
Chu Qiao's expression soured, as if she had swallowed a fly. Zhang Cheng looked like a rooster whose feathers had been ruffled, completely agitated.
"Fiancé?" he mocked, like a clown performing for an audience. "You think you're worthy of that title? Why don't you take a good look in the mirror?"
Chen Hao didn't get angry; instead, he smiled. He pulled out a document from his pocket and placed it gently on the counter, his movements graceful as if he were playing the piano.
"This is our marriage registration application."
I was stunned, my mind blank. When did this happen?
Zhang Cheng and Chu Qiao's faces turned even darker, as if they had just consumed a truckload of lemons. The registrar glanced at the document and then at us, offering a professional smile.
"Please wait a moment."
Stepping out of the civil affairs bureau, I felt significantly lighter. Chen Hao did something unexpected; although the marriage application form ultimately went unused, his gesture warmed my heart.
"Let's head home. You need to rest," Chen Hao said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
As soon as we arrived home, I received a call from my former mother-in-law, Hong Meili. "Wen Jing, how are you feeling today? Come over and let's film a video together. Didn't you say you wanted to document our daily lives as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"
Ever since ChatGPT helped me create a children's picture book that became a bestseller on Amazon, I had been thinking of finding something for my former mother-in-law to do. She was too lonely on her own.
"Sure, I'll be right over." I glanced at Chen Hao, who nodded in understanding.
When I arrived at my former mother-in-law's house, I could hear her humming a tune in the kitchen. I took out my phone and quietly recorded her busy figure. "What delicious dish are you making today?"
"Sweet and sour ribs, your favorite," Hong Meili said with a smile. "Come on, let me teach you how to make it."
We cooked together just like before, chatting and laughing, completely forgetting about filming. It wasn't until the aroma of the food filled the air that I remembered to record the video.
"Oh no, I didn't capture anything from earlier."
"It's fine," Hong Meili smiled and said, "Let's record it like this, more authentic."
After the video was posted, it unexpectedly received a lot of likes. Netizens commented that we were the most harmonious mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, which left me both amused and exasperated.
Just as we were about to start eating, my phone suddenly rang. It was Zhang Cheng.
My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at my mother-in-law. She held my hand and gently shook her head.
"Wen Jing, don't pay attention to them," Hong Meili said. "They only know to come looking for you now because you've been making money recently. They didn't think about today when they were so cruel to you and Jiajia before."
"Jia Wenjing!" Zhang Cheng's voice came through with a threat. "If you don't cooperate, I'll take Jiajia away! I'm her father, I have custody rights!"
My hands trembled, but my voice was unusually firm. "Try to touch Jiajia, and you'll regret it! I won't let you get away with it!"
"Hah, who do you think you are? Just someone who wrote a few lousy books with ChatGPT?" Chu Qiao's sharp voice cut in. "Let me tell you, we've already found out that you've been using AI to write your books. If we report you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I pressed the recording button.
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