The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 749 - 334: Getting the Marriage Certificate with Xiao Jia and Ningtuo (8000-word mega - !)_4

Chapter 749: Chapter 334: Getting the Marriage Certificate with Xiao Jia and Ningtuo (8000-word mega Chapter!)_4

"My lady... likes." Ningtuo gave Qi Yuan a sidelong glance, laden with allure.

"I suspect you have schizophrenia, but there’s no proof," Qi Yuan waved his hand dismissively.

In fact, she knew that Goldfinch and Ningtuo were one and the same.

Such behavior wasn’t a case of two personas coexisting in one body.

To describe it more aptly, it was an act, or rather, two different modes of being.

If Goldfinch wanted to be bolder, she would let Ningtuo come out.

The Goldfinch persona then played the role of a little follower.

"My lady does not have schizophrenia." Ningtuo smiled and teased, "Husband... let me test you."

"Oh?"

"Today, my left leg and right leg are adorned differently.

The left leg is decorated by Goldfinch; the right leg by my lady.

Husband, guess what each leg is decorated with."

As Ningtuo spoke, she sat up straight with her legs together, covered tightly by a long red dress.

"The left... Goldfinch, right? Hmm... white stockings?" Qi Yuan guessed.

White stockings seemed more fitting for Goldfinch’s style.

"Husband... you guessed wrong."

At this point, Ningtuo lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the slender, well-proportioned legs of a young girl beneath the tightly covered gown.

Black stockings tightly wrapped around her legs, edged up to the thighs. Perhaps the stockings were a bit snug, the flesh at the thighs was marked with faint indentations.

"Goldfinch said, husband likes this."

Uttering this, Ningtuo’s shapely legs also found their way atop Qi Yuan’s legs.

The five delicate white toes curled within the black stockings, adorable and tender, like polished ivory.

Ningtuo rested her left foot on Qi Yuan’s abdomen, displaying a mischievous look.

"I won’t guess the right side wrong; it must be white stockings!"

If Goldfinch chose black stockings, then Ningtuo must have chosen white.

"Husband, you guessed half right," Ningtuo said with a smile.

"Could it be flesh-colored stockings?"

"Not at all..." Ningtuo said, as she pulled up the right side of the dress.

"...I actually guessed it halfway right."

On the other side, there were no stockings at all.

Ningtuo’s legs were overly pale, possessing a morbid beauty, her toes aligned, resembling young lotus stems.

Without wearing white stockings, she was even more striking than if she had.

"Husband... do you like this?" Ningtuo remained bold.

If it were Goldfinch, she wouldn’t be able to say such things.

While saying so, Ningtuo’s bare foot reached for the palm of Qi Yuan’s hand.

Qi Yuan instinctively held it.

The petite and exquisite Ningtuo had naturally small feet, like works of art, Qi Yuan could hold them in one palm and tenderly caressed them.

Ningtuo’s face blushed faintly, a layer of mist welling up in her eyes.

"Husband... if we wait to do everything after getting the certificate, would it be a bit... too hasty?"

She moved closer to Qi Yuan, her whole body now sitting atop him, her red dress also draping over his thighs.

Her seductive eyes surveyed Qi Yuan, her lips slightly pursed, unadorned yet coldly beautiful.

"Ah?" Qi Yuan’s hand, reflexively resting on Ningtuo’s thigh, felt skin smooth as jade on one side, while the other had the texture of black silk.

Tense with anticipation and a touch of shyness, Ningtuo boldly professed, "What Goldfinch dares not do, I will!"

As her words fell, the girl’s gentle lips pressed forward, her tongue sneaking in, carefully seeking.

"Mmm..." At this moment, Qi Yuan was exceptionally composed, or rather... not at all composed.

His hand, moving beyond the hem of the gown, lifted Ningtuo into his embrace.

A playful glint flickered in the impassioned Ningtuo’s eyes: "Perhaps... we should postpone the certificate."

"You make... some sense." Qi Yuan, without any hesitation, savoring, taking away, entangled with Goldfinch.

Garments slipped away, the dress tore apart, suddenly the air charged with romance.

"Husband, you’re a bit lacking, why not try me... or a black dress?"

"Blood Bead... gentler..."

...

"It’s nearly dark; when will this person come?"

Wang Tong sat in the new office, feeling utterly bored.

It was supposed to be in the afternoon, but now it was almost evening.

"Stop complaining, I asked the boss, and he said, if that person doesn’t show up, we’re going to work here from now on, waiting for him to pick up the marriage certificate," Zhao Longshou put down the newspaper, not in a hurry.

What difference does it make where to work?

This place is more tranquil anyway.

After all, promotion is unreachable everywhere, isn’t it?

"Then may he never come for a lifetime; this place is perfect for slacking off," said Wang Tong excitedly.

Of course, she was just daydreaming; such things were impossible.

Just then, a message suddenly came through.

Wang Tong’s expression changed slightly: "He’s here!"

Zhao Longshou quickly stood up, his expression becoming serious as well.

"Remember, it’s a simple process, just take a photo, then get the certificate done," Zhao Longshou reminded again.

"Don’t worry, I know how to take a photo," said Wang Tong cheerfully, waving her hand.

Today, she might get to relish in the affairs of some high-profile figures again.

Zhao Longshou nodded.

Wang Tong would take the photograph, and he would be responsible for pasting it on the marriage certificate.

It was that simple.

As for the official seal, it had already been stamped.

All other procedures were also waived.

"Zhao bro, see you later!" Wang Tong waved and headed out of the office.

She had barely left the office when she saw a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was dressed impeccably and carried a strong military air about him, evidently from an extraordinary background.

Was it him?

Wang Tong squinted her eyes, about to greet him, when she heard him say,

"Mr. Qi has already entered the photo room. Go take their picture, and remember... don’t talk too much!" This man was naturally Kuang Huan.

"Sure!" Wang Tong nodded, feeling somewhat surprised inside.