His anger burned within him, yet he just held her tightly. Poor Xixi, she'd endured such terrible treatment. It was impressive she'd managed to bear it until today.
In a low voice, she said, "Every wedding date we chose, your mother called it an ill-omened day. Actually, she simply doesn't want us to get married."
Suppressing his anger, Huang Xiaojue said gently, "Xixi, don't worry. We'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow."
"If we really do this," she said softly, "your mother will surely sever ties with you."
"You're marrying me, not my mother. It's decided, Xixi. We'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow."
Amused by his eagerness, she felt a sense of relief and said, "Xiaojue, don't rush. If we get the certificate tomorrow, it will only infuriate your mother even more. Let's take it slow."
Huang Xiaojue said resolutely, "I don't want to delay anymore. The longer we wait, the more excuses she'll come up with."
