After a flash marriage, the wealthy husband’s identity cannot be hidden

In the city of A City. Inside a café, Victoria Winter sat down and took a clear look at the man she was arranged to meet for blind date, slightly taken aback. He was too handsome, beyond her expectations. His handsome features were flawless, exuding an innate aristocratic charm from head to toe. This was already her tenth blind date in nearly three months. She had no choice; if she didn’t come, her mother would threaten to fast or even commit suicide. The man in front of her, in terms of appearance, was leagues ahead of all the men she had met before on blind dates. After so many blind dates, Victoria wasn’t shy anymore and went straight to the point: “When do you plan to get married?” Before coming, Victoria had thought it through; as long as his conditions weren’t too bad, she would go directly for marriage, skipping the dating process. Isn’t the purpose of blind dates to get married? Her mother frequently threatened suicide, only by getting married would her mother settle down. The man was slightly stunned, then suddenly smiled: “Miss, isn’t this our first meeting? Aren’t you rushing things a bit?” The man’s smile was exceptionally charming, like the warm sun in March. Victoria, who was a fan of good looks, almost became infatuated. Victoria steadied her mind and said: “Right, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Victoria Winter. The person in charge of the matchmaking website should have told you about my situation. I’m twenty-five years old, a freelancer, selling small jewelry at night markets with an income of around ten thousand. I live with my mother, and I’ve had one past relationship but am currently single, healthy, and without any bad habits.” Then, Victoria added: “I can get married anytime.” Victoria came to this blind date today under pressure from her mother, and the match was found by her mother on the matchmaking website. She originally thought she’d be meeting another oddball, someone who looked strange, was older, had a beer belly, or had peculiar values. There were too many unreliable matchmaking websites, and Victoria had seen plenty of them. It was rare to meet someone who looked normal. Hearing Victoria’s introduction, the man understood what was going on. He slightly curled his lips and spoke in a warm voice: “How did the person in charge of the matchmaking website introduce me to you? Aren’t you worried about encountering a scammer?” “Marriage is inherently a big gamble,” Victoria said, pressing her lips together. “This is already my tenth blind date. They told me you work at Ascendia Corporation, a listed company, that you’re local, both parents deceased, honest and hardworking, eager to get married, and your surname... surnamed Cavendish…” What was Cavendish again, Victoria had forgotten. When her mother told her about the blind date earlier, she hadn’t listened carefully at all. “Arthur Cavendish,” the man smiled warmly. “A local from A City, renting a place with a car worth just over ten thousand dollars, a Chevrolet, stable income, currently single, no bad habits, and healthy.” Victoria took out her household registration book and looked at Arthur Cavendish: “Mr. Cavendish, are you willing to go with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau now to get married? I can support myself, not spending your money, we can do AA, you don’t need to give me a dowry or hold a wedding ceremony, keep it simple, just get the certificate.” Anyway, living together, she was just trying to appease her mother first. As for the rest, she would take it step by step. If it really suited, they could continue living together. Victoria also knew quite a few friends who got married through blind dates, most of whom lived very well. Plainness is happiness. Arthur Cavendish casually tapped his hand with his index finger, considering her words. This woman, bringing her household registration book to a blind date, so eager to marry herself off? He was thirty this year, and his family was also pressuring him to get married... Arthur Cavendish asked: “Do you not mind that I don’t have a house? You might suffer if you follow me.” “I don’t have a house either,” Victoria replied. “Without parental support, there are very few people who can afford a house by the age of thirty. I understand that as long as you have upright character and strive upward, everything will come.” Victoria knew the housing prices in A City. She was just an ordinary person, with no background or great skills, how could she ask someone to necessarily have a house. Victoria stared at Arthur Cavendish, after about ten seconds, she saw him make a phone call: “Send my household registration book to the Civil Affairs Bureau.” … An hour later. Victoria and Arthur Cavendish walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking at the marriage certificate in their hands, Victoria finally realized how crazy she had been. She actually got married to a man she had only met once. Arthur Cavendish watched her expression change, a corner of his mouth lifting: “If you regret it, it’s still not too late.” Victoria put away the marriage certificate, raised her eyes to look at him, shook her head, and firmly said: “No regrets, Mr. Cavendish, you should go back to work, and I need to set up my stall, so I’ll be going home.” Just got married, and now they were about to part ways? Did this woman really treat this as just getting a certificate? Get the certificate, then each return to their own home?