The Ice King’s Little Trouble Maker Novel – Capital City, August, the blazing sun in the sky, dry and hot. A Maybach slowly stopped at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Qiao Yuxian sat in the back seat, looking out the car window at the Civil Affairs Bureau. It may not be a special day, it’s still afternoon, and the entrance is somewhat deserted. “There’s still a chance to back out.” The man sitting next to her spoke. His voice was cold and hard, like cold frost, merciless and indifferent.
Qiao Yuxian rubbed the household registration book in her hand, turned her head to look at the man beside her. Gu Yanjing was wearing a neatly tailored suit, a computer on his legs, dignified and stern. He didn’t lift his gaze from the screen while speaking. The person was as cold as his voice, enveloped in a chill that kept people at a distance. Qiao Yuxian blinked and asked, “Do you want to back out?” Gu Yanjing raised his eyelids and turned his head to look at her.
In an instant, the strong oppressive feeling that had been lingering in the car intensified and pressed down on her. Her little heart trembled slightly, and she gripped the household registration book tightly. But she didn’t avert her gaze, still looking at him. Gu Yanjing’s skin was cold and white, his lips thin, the color somewhat pale, his nose high and straight, his eyes quite attractive, slightly resembling phoenix eyes, with narrow double eyelids.
However, there was a chilling hostility in his eyes. Like a thousand-year-old iceberg, impossible to melt, and still exuding biting cold. The first time Qiao Yuxian saw him, she silently evaluated him with four words in her heart: Ice Beauty. A few seconds later, she added another evaluation: Cold-Faced Demon. “Your household registration book is in my hand.” Qiao Yuxian shook the household registration book in her hand, slightly raising her eyebrow with a hint of smugness in her tone, “Grandpa Gu said if the marriage certificate isn’t brought back today, he’ll sever ties with you.” The driver in the front holding the steering wheel had knuckles turning white.
Hearing her words, he secretly glanced through the rearview mirror, saw nothing, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze. His entire body was tense, with a stiff back. The atmosphere in the car was also somewhat solidified, the oppressive feeling densely gathered, making it difficult for people to breathe. Gu Yanjing glanced at her, retracting his gaze as it passed over her slender wrist. On her wrist was a red string, strung with a Cinnabar Peace Pendant about two centimeters in diameter, which was particularly eye-catching against her fair skin.
Gu Yanjing didn’t say anything further and directly got out of the car. The car door opened, then closed. The oppressive feeling disappeared, and the atmosphere in the car relaxed. Qiao Yuxian took a deep breath and raised her hand to pat the driver’s shoulder. The driver trembled at her pat, his body shivered, and his lip color turned white. “Brother, you earn your living the hard way.” Qiao Yuxian said. The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling awkwardly. Qiao Yuxian glanced out the window, seeing Gu Yanjing already heading into the Civil Affairs Bureau. She opened the door and got out, chasing after him.