What does it feel like to get a marriage license with a man you've never met?

At the entrance of the Marriage Registrar's Office, Clara Hart nervously held her household registration book, waiting for her partner in an impromptu marriage to appear.

"Miss Clara!" At this moment, an old man's voice sounded in the air.

Clara turned around and saw a smiling old man waving to her with his walking stick and walking towards her.

Clara sweetly replied, "Grandpa Wallace!" then immediately ran over to assist the old man.

"Miss Clara, my grandson is on the way, you wait for him a little longer. I've already told him, as soon as he arrives, you two should go to get the license," the old man said.

"My grandson always wears a grumpy face, his temper is a little bad, please don't take it personally when you meet him, that's just who he is."

"But rest assured, his moral character is quite good. It's just that he thinks differently from most people. He's already 31 years old, but he doesn't even want to date, which makes me worry about his marriage in my old age."

Upon hearing these words, Clara didn't know what to say besides nodding her head and smiling.

Although she had been secretly praying before she came to the Marriage Registrar's Office that the man she would marry would be somewhat decent looking, after hearing the old man's description of his grandson, Clara couldn't help but think her fiancé must be an ugly big fool with a strange character!

Though she felt disappointed, she had no other choice. After all, the marriage was something she had initially desired.

A month ago, when she was rushing to the hospital to take care of her sick mother, she ran into Mr. Wallace, who had fallen ill suddenly at the entrance of the hospital.

As a person who holds high moral decency, she couldn't ignore him. She immediately carried out a series of standard emergency treatments on Mr. Wallace and then handed him over to the doctors who had rushed to the scene.

It was precisely because she had seized the golden hour of emergency treatment that Mr. Wallace was able to survive.

Later, the recovered Mr. Wallace specifically sought her out to thank her for her courageous action.

Though their conversation was brief, the patriarch, Elder Wallace, was smitten with Clara from the bottom of his heart, and expressed his hope that Clara would become his granddaughter-in-law.

Especially when Elder Wallace found out that Clara was currently taking care of her cancer-stricken mother and urgently needed a great sum of money for a surgery, he proactively suggested that as long as Clara agreed to marry his grandson, he would give her 300,000 Yuan as a marriage gift.

Initially, Clara resisted the mention of marriage, believing that both parties should truly love each other before they decide to get married.

But when she thought of her mother's impending operation, she gave in.

Elder Wallace's grandson needed a wife, and she desperately needed money. Perhaps in such a mutually beneficial arrangement, genuine feelings weren't really necessary.

At that moment, Clara's phone buzzed with a message. It was a reminder from the hospital about the payment.

Unable to help herself, she cracked a bitter smile. At this point, she thought to herself, her situation hardly allowed for the luxury of worrying about her soon-to-be husband's looks. The most pressing matter was whether the 300,000 would be received today.

She then asked somewhat sheepishly, "Elder Wallace, will the money arrive today?"

Elder Wallace chuckled, "Miss Clara, rest assured. As long as you successfully get the marriage certificate with my eldest grandson today, the 300,000 will be transferred to you immediately."

Only then did Clara feel half of her worries lifted, the other half dependent on the arrival of Elder Wallace's eldest grandson.

She put her phone back in her pocket, and as she looked up, her gaze unintentionally fell behind Elder Wallace and landed on a silver Ford Explorer parked not far away. The man at the wheel seemed to be staring at her.

Elder Wallace noticing Clara's curious gaze, smiled kindly.

Pointing his cane at the man in the car, he yelled authoritatively, "Miss Clara is here, you brat, why are you not hurrying over?"

Inside the minivan, Ethan Wallace naturally heard his grandfather's urging.

With a stern face and deep, cold eyes slightly narrowed, he stared intently at the girl who was accompanying his grandfather outside the car. His sharp gaze seemed as if he were trying to see right through the girl.

Only after he heard his grandfather's urging once more did he lean out from the vehicle.

He completely masked the sharp gleam in his eyes and strode over with long strides.

Feeling the oppressive presence behind her, Clara Hart turned around and only then noticed the man in front of her.

He was handsome with distinct features and a tall and robust build. Even clad in casual clothing, his powerful aura was hard to ignore.

At first, Clara Hart thought she was imagining things. She blinked again, then once she was sure the tall, long-legged man striding toward her was not an illusion, she nervously swallowed.

She thought to herself, was this man... her soon-to-be flash marriage husband?

He was nothing like she had imagined. He was too handsome!

Clara looked to Master Wallace for confirmation. Seeing this, Master Wallace smiled even broader, and introduced, "Miss Clara, this here is my eldest grandson, Ethan Wallace."

Clara was oblivious to the oppressive aura radiating from the handsome man standing before her...

As someone who judged greatly on appearances, Clara would swear that she had been thoroughly enchanted by Ethan's extraordinarily good looks, completely disregarding the oppressive feel he gave off.

She believed that Ethan was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life!

With such exceptional looks, she'd wager that even compared to male stars in the entertainment industry, he'd still be ranked first.

Originally, Clara had mentally prepared herself to imagine her husband-to-be as a balding man with a beer belly.

But upon encountering the real person, the enormous gap had left her somewhat dazed for a moment.

With her cherry lips slightly agape in surprise, she was frozen on the spot.

Ethan cast a cold glance at the surprised Clara before him. She had a bob cut, a chubby face marked by baby fat, and was dressed in a sweater with overalls.

He remembered his grandfather saying that the woman he was to marry was already 23 years old. But the woman in front of him displayed an innocent demeanor, she seemed to be at most 17 or 18, not at all what a 23-year-old should look like.

Moreover, this bratty girl was still wide-eyed, staring at him unblinkingly, seemingly smitten.

Looking at her this way, his patience started wearing thin as his brow furrowed, her first impression was terribly poor.

He thought to himself, how could such a shallow woman dare entertain the idea of marrying into a wealthy family? She's clearly delusional!