The Malevolent Female Villain Turns Out to Be Me C.191: Obtained the License

Ye Wanwan felt a warmth spread through her heart as she listened to He Junting's words. She knew her current state wasn't quite right, but she couldn't understand why she had become like this.

"Ting, am I sick?" Ye Wanwan leaned into He Junting's embrace, her voice weak and lifeless.

He Junting felt a pang of guilt. He had been so busy with work lately that he hadn't noticed Wanwan's deteriorating condition.

"Wanwan, let's see a psychologist tomorrow, okay? I'll be with you the whole time."

Ye Wanwan hesitated for a moment before agreeing, "Mm, okay."

Then, with a hint of anxiety in her voice, she asked, "Ting, if I'm really sick, will you resent me?"

He Junting gently lifted Ye Wanwan from his embrace and looked earnestly into her eyes. "Wanwan, let's get married."

Ye Wanwan's heart skipped a beat at his words. "Ting... mmph..."

Whatever she was about to say was cut off by He Junting's gentle kiss.

Ye Wanwan's eyes widened, her heart racing, unsure how to react.

It wasn't that they had never kissed before, but those had always been light, chaste pecks. Never anything as passionate as this.

He Junting's kiss was gentle yet slightly domineering. Ye Wanwan, initially tense, gradually closed her eyes and began to respond.

The kiss only ended when Ye Wanwan melted into his arms.

Ye Wanwan's cheeks were flushed, her eyes misty with emotion. She nestled in He Junting's arms, not daring to look up.

He Junting gently stroked her back, his voice still filled with love: "Wanwan, I'm serious. Let's get married."

As he spoke, he removed the round jade pendant he always wore around his neck, placed it in his palm, and held it before Ye Wanwan's eyes.

Ye Wanwan looked up at He Junting, somewhat puzzled.

He Junting, looking a bit uncomfortable, explained: "Wanwan, I had originally planned to propose to you on your college graduation day, but I don't want to wait anymore. I know this proposal is sudden, but I'm serious."

"In our He family, we have a tradition. Every descendant has a jade pendant that they wear from the day they're born."

Ye Wanwan took the jade pendant from He Junting's palm to examine it. It wasn't large, about the size of a one-yuan coin.

The jade was crystal clear, with the character "He" engraved on it. Beneath the character was an intricately carved dragon, so lifelike it seemed to be lifting the "He" character.

"All the boys in the He family have pendants like this. It represents how a man should support the entire family. More than that, giving this pendant to your loved one means you'll love only her and be faithful to her for life."

He Junting raised his hand and, to Ye Wanwan's astonishment, placed the pendant around her neck.

"Wanwan, I've worn this pendant for twenty-four years. From this moment on, I'm entrusting it to you. I, He Junting, will be faithful to Ye Wanwan alone for the rest of my life. Trust me, I will make you happy."

Ye Wanwan looked at the pendant hanging from her neck, her eyes reddening.

She had never understood before why women in TV dramas were so attached to their lovers' tokens of affection. They were just objects, incapable of carrying a man's vows or replacing his heart.

But now she seemed to understand. This was her unique piece of love and sense of security.

"Ting..." Ye Wanwan's tears began to fall. She struggled to control her emotions as she looked into He Junting's eyes and earnestly replied, "Ting, I believe you! Let's get married."

He Junting pulled her back into his embrace. "Wanwan, I love you!"

"Ting, I love you too."

Ye Wanwan gazed at the jade pendant in her palm for a long time, her face full of happiness and love.

"Ting, you said all the He family descendants have these pendants. Is Sister Yanyan's pendant like this too?"

He Junting ruffled her hair, his voice tinged with amusement. "No, the pendants for the He family girls are different from the boys'."

"On the girls' pendants, the 'He' character is at the bottom, and above it is a flying phoenix. It represents that no matter where the He family girls marry or how far from home they go, the He family will always support them, allowing them to fly freely."

"There's another meaning too. It's that when the girls fly out into the world, they can also lift up the He family."

Ye Wanwan smiled. "That's wonderful."

Unlike some families where certain things were only passed down to sons, in the He family, boys and girls were treated equally. The only difference was that girls were given more protection, while boys were given more responsibility.

It was no wonder that both boys and girls born into this family turned out to be so exceptional.

The next day, He Junting accompanied Ye Wanwan to consult a psychologist.

After a series of examinations and tests, the results finally came out.

As expected, Ye Wanwan was diagnosed with mild depression.

"Based on the tests, I've found that you're under a lot of psychological pressure and lack self-confidence. These are important factors contributing to your depression."

Ye Wanwan nodded. She had shared her situation with the doctor, explaining how after returning to the Ye family, she had constantly feared being unable to fit into the family and worried that if she didn't do well enough, her family would resent her. These negative emotions had been building up over time.

"Many people with this level of depression might just think they're in a bad mood or feeling down. Your boyfriend is quite observant."

Ye Wanwan blushed. Initially, she too had thought she was just in a bad mood, but later when she started losing interest in everything and feeling constantly exhausted, she realized something was wrong. However, she had been afraid to see a doctor.

Yesterday, when she had merely mentioned her condition to Ting, he had immediately sensed something was amiss. This had given her an added sense of security.

"The situation isn't too bad. You don't need medication. Communicate more with your family, especially when you're feeling down. Don't bottle things up."

"When you have time, try traveling with family or friends, exercise more, make your living environment more comfortable, and maybe try keeping a diary to record your daily feelings and interesting events in your life..."

As they left the hospital, He Junting held Ye Wanwan tightly in his arms.

"Wanwan, when your summer break starts next month, let's get our marriage license and then go traveling, okay? We'll come back when your school starts again."

Ye Wanwan blinked. "But what about your work?"

"I'll hand it over to my dad. He's been resting for two years now, he won't refuse to cover for me for two months. Besides, he'd probably insist I stay with you longer if he knew his son was going on a honeymoon with his daughter-in-law."

Ye Wanwan chuckled and said with feigned reluctance, "Hmm... but I don't want to get our marriage certificate during the summer break."

He Junting tightened his arm around Ye Wanwan's, his voice sounding a bit dejected, "Wanwan, you promised me last night. You can't go back on your word!"

Ye Wanwan laughed out loud, mischievously blinking her eyes, "I really don't want to get the certificate during the summer break, because..."

Ye Wanwan paused, and He Junting's breath halted anxiously.

"Because I want to go get it right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Wanwan pushed He Junting away and ran towards the parking lot, feeling a bit shy.

He Junting remained in the position he was pushed into, stunned for a few seconds. Then, a smile of pleasant surprise spread across his face as he strode after her.

"Wanwan, you said it yourself! We're going home right now to get our documents!"

Regarding the matter of getting their marriage certificate, although both sets of parents felt it was a bit rushed, seeing how serious the two young people were, they couldn't bring themselves to refuse.

"Junting, Wanwan, you must take good care of each other. As long as you're happy, we parents will be content."

Ye Wanwan looked at the photo of the two of them in the little red book in her hand, feeling a bit surreal. This was probably the craziest thing she had ever done.

He Junting gazed at the photo of the two of them in the little red book in his hand, his smile so wide it almost reached his ears. This was the most precious gift he had received in his twenty-four years of life.