Qiao An'an wanted to take another look at the marriage certificate, but it was suddenly taken away by a big hand.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

Qiao An'an looked up at Gu Ting close to her and frowned in confusion.

There were two marriage certificates in total. One was Gu Ting's, and the other hers.

Gu Ting had his own marriage certificate. How should he take hers?

He touched her nape uneasily. From Qiao An'an's angle, she could see Gu Ting's neat and clean nails.

"It's useless for you to take it. It's safer to keep it with me. If you want to see it then, I'll give it to you."

Qiao An'an thought about it carefully and agreed with Gu Ting.

After all, as she was now living in his house and did not have a lock-box or something. It was indeed safer to keep it with him.

Besides, it was just a marriage certificate. It was useless to keep it with Gu Ting too. It seemed that he just intended to keep it for Qiao An'an out of kindness.

Gu Ting took Qiao An'an home. It was a manor that covered an area of thousands of acres, and she needed to take a shuttle car to the reception room from the courtyard.

Qiao An'an came in a hurry. She at first thought that it would take a few days to decorate her room, and she had prepared to stay in the guest room.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ting led her directly to the second floor. "Your room is over here."

Qiao An'an's room was a single suite with complete facilities. When she entered, she saw a floor-cloakroom filled with all sorts of branded clothes. Even the label had not been opened, and it was roughly the same size of hers.

There were women watches and jewelry pendants of different colors in the jewelry cabinet, and the collections of crocodile skin bags piled up five or six layers high.

Qiao An'an used to follow some fashion bloggers and had some ideas about the luxury goods. She could tell the value of this cloakroom merely by looking at it. Only the bags there might probably cost more than ten thousand yuan.

When she was a child, Qiao An'an was poor, but she still, at heart, loved to look beautiful. In a shabby rental house where she lived when she was a kid, Qiao An'an had once silently made a wish, facing the cement floor:

"I will have a big cloakroom as I become rich when I grow up. I shall never be worried about clothes anymore."

Surprisingly, Qiao An'an's dream suddenly turned out to be true at Gu Ting's house.

Leaning against the door of the cloakroom, Gu Ting looked at Qiao An'an unblinkingly. He sealed his lips and pressed his index fingertip against his thumb pulp, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Qiao An'an didn't quite understand what Gu Ting got to be nervous about.

She intended to diffuse the tension and so she joked, "So these women's suits and luxury goods in your house are originally being there?"

Gu Ting suddenly tensed up.

That was right. If Gu Ting had never had a female companion or been close to a woman, why should he have so many sets of clothes and bags at home?

"Normal business... is also involved in the clothing industry. As well as the fact that there is a partnership between the brands, we have stored some at home. After we met up, I ask my group's styling team to prepare more."

Hearing Gu Ting's far-fetched explanation, Qiao An'an patted his arm with a smile and said, "I don't mean to make things difficult for you, nor do I mean to inquire about your privacy. In short, I like it very much. It can be said that it's exactly the same as my dream room in my childhood. Thank you, Gu Ting."

Qiao An'an didn't know whether it was an illusion that Gu Ting heaved a sigh of relief secretly, and there was a fleeting ripple at the sides of his mouth. It was as if he were a pupil who handed the test paper to his parents and finally heard the praise.

Qiao An'an moved to the bedroom again. The bed was huge, and the soft light pink sheets were laid on the spacious bed. And the velvet carpet was smooth to the touch.

Everything was perfect, but what awkward was that ...

The size of this bed was obviously the kind of double bed in the host bedroom.