When Pei Yubai and Qiguan Yuan returned to their accommodations arranged by the film crew, the corridor was quiet.
Pei Yubai opened the door with his room card, and Qiguan Yuan went in and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Pei Yubai closed the door and walked up to Qiguan Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan looked up at him, Pei Yubai sat down next to him, the two of them very close together.
" Yuanyuan, I'll take you to get your ID card tomorrow."
Qiguan Yuan glanced at him. "ID card?"
"Without an ID card, many things are inconvenient." Pei Yubai's voice wasn't loud. "With an ID card, you can get a mobile phone SIM card, open a bank account, and—" He paused, "... get a marriage certificate."
Under Qiguan Yuan's questioning gaze, Pei Yubai explained what obtaining a marriage certificate meant.
Qiguan Yuan looked at him and nodded. "Okay."
After hearing his explanation, Qiguan Yuan Qiguan Yuan felt that this so-called marriage certificate was simply a manifestation of the Thread of Fate husband and wife.
Both methods bind the two people's fate together.
But is this really useful?
Qiguan Yuan didn't know.
However, if Pei Yubai likes it, he is still willing to do such small things for him.
Qiguan Yuan went to wash up.
Pei Yubai sat on the bed, took out his phone, and looked up the information he had saved before.
He watched it again from beginning to end.
Individuals without family members since childhood and whose background cannot be verified can submit an application for household registration at their local police station or civil affairs relief station.
In cooperation with the police, fingerprint and facial recognition verification and DNA database comparison will be completed to investigate information related to abduction and duplicate household registrations. Subsequently, a public notice for finding relatives will be issued. If no relatives claim the family after the public notice period, the family can be registered in the local collective household registration.
Once the household registration is completed, you can apply for a resident ID card normally. The date of birth can be determined by the public security bureau at its discretion, and the name can be chosen by yourself. (The author stole our brain in the first chapter, so please bear with it. It's not very rigorous.)
Pei Yubai read the words again.
He had considered registering Yuanyuan's household registration under his own, but then he thought it wouldn't work; how could they get married if she was registered under his name?
He dismissed the idea and continued scrolling down.
He sent a message to the assistant that Pei Zhongkang had arranged.
A while later, a message came back saying that the household registration matter had been arranged and that we could just take the person there tomorrow.
Pei Yubai sent another message, asking him to deliver the items to the hotel the next morning.
The other side replied with a "Okay".
Pei Yubai sent Meng Xu another message: I'm taking Yuanyuan to get her ID card tomorrow morning, so we won't be filming.
Meng Xu replied quickly, first sending a long string of exclamation marks, then: Go ahead, go ahead, your wife's matter is important.
Then he sent another message: Come back early when you're done.
His show still depends on these two people to make a living.
Pei Yubai did not reply.
Qiguan Yuan came out of the bathroom, his silver hair wet and clinging to his face and neck.
He dried his hair with a towel and sat down on the bed. Pei Yubai took the towel from him and helped him dry his hair.
Unless he's really too lazy to move, Qiguan Yuan prefers washing up to using magic.
After drying his hair, Pei Yubai put down the towel, picked up his phone, and sent a message to his personal assistant. "Pick up the clothes tomorrow morning."
I sent another message to the stylist: Be at the hotel at 7:30 tomorrow morning.
I replied "Received" to both messages.
Qiguan Yuan glanced at him sideways. "Are you going to call someone else?"
"I need this for taking my ID photo." Pei Yubai placed his phone on the bedside table.
" Yuanyuan, your hair is usually down, but we require that your facial features be visible and not covered. I'll have someone come and fix it for you."
Qiguan Yuan nodded, lay down, and pulled the blanket over his shoulders, not understanding why getting that ID card required bathing and burning incense.
If you don't understand, just go to sleep.
Qiguan Yuan closed his eyes, and Pei Yubai looked at his profile for a while before closing his eyes as well.
The next morning, Qiguan Yuan was woken up by the doorbell.
Pei Yubai was no longer in bed; the sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.
Qiguan Yuan sat up in bed, his hair a mess, with a few strands sticking up on top of his head.
The doorbell rang again. He glanced at the bathroom door, Pei Yubai didn't come out.
Qiguan Yuan got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the carpet, walked to the door, and opened it.
A young man stood outside the door, wearing a dark jacket and carrying two large bags.
He saw Qiguan Yuan, paused for a moment, took half a step back, and handed the bag in his hand forward. " Teacher Qiguan, these are clothes that Teacher Pei asked me to bring."
Qiguan Yuan took the bag and nodded.
The assistant stood there, not moving, opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.
Qiguan Yuan looked at him. "Is there anything else?"
"That's all, that's all. Teacher Qiguan Qi." The assistant turned and left quickly.
Qiguan Yuan closed the door and placed the bag on the bed. The bathroom door opened, and Pei Yubai walked out, his hair still dripping wet.
"The clothes have arrived?" Pei Yubai asked.
Qiguan Yuan nodded. Pei Yubai walked over, opened the bag, and took out a set of clothes.
The others remain untouched for now.
Pei Yubai hung the clothes in the closet. "I had them custom-made. Try them on and see if they fit."
The doorbell rang again.
This time it was the stylist. She was a woman in her thirties, with short hair, wearing a black T-shirt, and carrying a large bag.
When she entered and saw Qiguan Yuan, she paused for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.
"Hello, Teacher Qiguan, hello, Teacher Pei." She put her bag on the table, unzipped it, and inside were combs, clips, and hairspray.
" Teacher Pei said we need to take ID photos today, and our hair needs to be combed up. Teacher Qiguan, what style would you like?"
Qiguan Yuan glanced at Pei Yubai.
Pei Yubai answered for him, "Just show your face, don't make it too complicated."
The stylist nodded and gestured for Qiguan Yuan to sit down in the chair.
Qiguan Yuan's hair was very long, silvery-white, and reached down to his waist.
The stylist inserted a comb into his hair and combed it from root to tip.
Qiguan Yuan's hair was very soft, and the comb slid through it with almost no resistance.
The room was quiet. Pei Yubai leaned against the wardrobe, watching the stylist comb Qiguan Yuan's hair.
The stylist's fingers moved through Qiguan Yuan's hair, dividing the long silver hair into several strands and braiding them loosely into a plait on the right side.
But it also perfectly revealed Qiguan Yuan's face completely.
Forehead, brow bone, bridge of nose, lips—every part is clearly visible.
His features were already extremely handsome; the hairstyle was just the icing on the cake.
The stylist paused, took a step back, and looked at him. " Teacher Qiguan, do you think this is alright?"
Qiguan Yuan glanced at himself in the mirror and nodded.
Pei Yubai remained silent throughout.
The clothes that Pei Yubai had custom-made for Qiguan Yuan were still the ancient costumes that Qi Guanyuan liked to wear.
In Pei Yubai's opinion, it was just period drama.
She wore many more accessories than Qiguan Yuan usually did, but she wasn't particularly flashy.
With the new side braid the stylist gave him, he looked ridiculously good.
Pei Yubai stared at it without blinking.