175: Chapter 175: Obtaining an ID card for the Empress, with the name "Jiang Wanqiu".

In the VIP reception room of the police station's household registration office, the air conditioning was set to 24 degrees, yet it still couldn't suppress that chilling cold.

Lao Zhang was personally overseeing things. He kept tightening and loosening the lid of his thermos, his forehead beaded with fine sweat.

Sitting opposite him was the very "performance artist" who had just kicked an armored truck flying at the mall entrance.

At this moment, Jiang Wanqiu had already changed out of that overly flashy JK uniform and was wearing a loose white shirt that Jiang Chen had dug out of his closet, paired with light blue jeans.

Although most of her murderous skin was covered, that icy aura emanating from her bones—the kind that viewed human life as nothing more than blades of grass—still dropped the room's temperature to freezing.

"Ahem, um... Consultant Jiang."

Lao Zhang wiped his sweat and pushed a form in front of Jiang Chen, his voice lowered to a whisper:

"The procedures are all done; the higher-ups approved a green channel. The reason filled in is... 'Special returnee talent who lost identification due to war'."

"What do you think, should we settle on this name?"

Jiang Chen picked up a pen and neatly wrote three characters in the "Name" column: Jiang Wanqiu.

"Yes, let's call her Jiang Wanqiu."

Jiang Chen glanced at the Empress sitting bolt upright beside him, curiously staring at the printer, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "It's a good name. It's poetic, and easy to raise."

"Alright, whatever you say."

Lao Zhang didn't say another word and stamped the red seal. He was a smart man; since the higher-ups had given the word, even if she wanted to be called "Empress Jiang," he would have to hold his nose and process it.

"Next is the portrait capture."

Lao Zhang pointed to the photo studio inside and shouted at the trembling auxiliary photographer: "Xiao Liu! Wake up! Make sure you take a good picture of Ms. Jiang!"

Jiang Wanqiu stood up and walked somewhat reluctantly into the small booth filled with flashlights.

In her view, this act of locking someone in a dark room and shining bright lights in their eyes was no different from interrogating prisoners of war.

"Ms. Jiang, p-please... please sit here."

The camera in photographer Xiao Liu's hands was shaking; he felt like he wasn't facing a beautiful woman, but a lioness ready to pounce and hurt someone at any moment.

Jiang Wanqiu sat down with a cold face, her back straight, chin slightly raised.

Those ruby-like eyes stared coldly at the lens, as if she were staring down the scope of a sniper rifle.

"Um... could you... relax your expression a little?"

Xiao Liu was on the verge of tears. "The look in your eyes right now... it's a bit like you're looking at someone who killed your father."

"Relax?" Jiang Wanqiu frowned. "When facing unknown equipment, maintaining vigilance is a warrior's instinct."

"Click!" The flash went off. The photo came out.

Jiang Chen leaned over to look and immediately laughed. In the photo, although Jiang Wanqiu's features were stunning, her eyes were so fierce they could stop a child from crying at night. If this ID card were taken out, she'd probably be pinned to the ground and checked three times by special police just passing through high-speed rail security.

"No, no, this isn't an ID card, this is a wanted poster."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, threw the photo into the trash can, and strode into the photo studio, standing next to the camera.

"Wanqiu, look at me."

Jiang Chen had his hands in his pockets, his smile warm and casual. "Don't think of this as an interrogation; it's just... well, a memento. To record the first day you arrived in this world."

Jiang Wanqiu's gaze softened instantly, but the corners of her mouth remained tense. That was muscle memory formed from being in a high-pressure environment for a long time, and it was hard to change in a short period.

"I... I can't smile."

She pursed her lips in annoyance. "In the Wasteland, smiling is a sign of weakness."

"This isn't the Wasteland; this is our home."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned in closer, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear, filled with temptation:

"Just think... think about that plate of braised pork from last night. Think about the feeling of that sauce coating your tongue, that melt-in-your-mouth texture that was fatty but not greasy... and those sweet and sour pork ribs, so tangy and sweet..."

"Gulp." A clear swallowing sound rang out. Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up instantly.

Her previously tense facial features collapsed instantly under the impact of the memory of the food. In her mind, that plate of braised pork that made her soul tremble appeared, and that feeling of happiness, satisfaction, and the mundane warmth of life spread throughout her body from her taste buds.

The corners of her mouth lifted in an extremely natural, extremely sweet arc, uncontrollable.

In that instant. The ice melted, and the flowers bloomed in spring. The murderous female Asura instantly turned into a girl next door who had just seen candy.

"Click!" Xiao Liu captured this beautiful moment and pressed the shutter.

"Perfect!" The photographer was so excited he almost jumped up. "This is absolutely the most beautiful ID photo I've ever taken in my career! No doubt about it!"

Ten minutes later. A brand new ID card, still warm to the touch, along with that dark red household register, were handed to Jiang Wanqiu.

She carefully held the small card. It was printed with her photo—herself, smiling sweetly and happily. And in the name column, the three characters "Jiang Wanqiu" were clearly visible.

"Is this... identity?"

Jiang Wanqiu's fingers gently traced the texture on the card, her eyes misty. "In the God Realm, with this, I'm no longer an unregistered person? I can... stand by your side openly and honestly?"

"Of course."

Jiang Chen picked up the household register and opened the first page to see the head of the household, Jiang Chen. On the second page, it clearly read: [Name: Jiang Wanqiu] [Relationship to Head of Household: Non-relative (temporarily listed)]

Although the remark said "non-relative," in Jiang Wanqiu's eyes, this red booklet was even heavier than a sacred covenant. Her name and the Father God's name were written in the same book. This was a home. This was an officially certified, inseparable bond!

"Could this be..."

Jiang Wanqiu hugged the household register tightly, two blushes flying onto her cheeks, her eyes full of little stars: "Is this the legendary... marriage certificate?!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Lao Zhang, who was drinking water, almost choked to death, looking at Jiang Chen with a terrified expression.

Jiang Chen's old face flushed red. He snatched the household register, stuffed it into his bag, and pulled Jiang Wanqiu out: "Don't talk nonsense! This is a household register! A marriage certificate is red... wait, no, we haven't reached that step yet!"

"What's the difference? We're in the same book anyway!"

Jiang Wanqiu followed happily behind, her steps so light it was like she was dancing. "Father God, can I legally warm your bed now? After all, I'm a person with documentation now!"

Walking out of the police station. The sunlight was perfect. Looking at the Empress beside him, who despite holding an ID card still had a brain circuit stuck on the "violence and bed-warming" channel, Jiang Chen felt his head starting to ache again.

Although the identity issue was solved, new problems arose. This girl's values were truly incompatible with Earth. She would draw her sword at the drop of a hat, smash cars over a disagreement, couldn't move when she saw good food, and wanted to hack people when she saw beautiful women. If she were kept at home like a canary, it might be fine, but she was not the type to sit still.

"No."

Jiang Chen stopped, looking at Jiang Wanqiu, who was gesturing at a stray dog by the side of the road as if asking "can it be eaten," and made up his mind. She must be reformed! She must be made to accept the brutal beatings of modern society... no, education!

"Wanqiu."

Jiang Chen showed a fatherly smile. "Since you have an identity, we need to do something proper."

"Something proper?"

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up, and her hand reached for her waist (though she wasn't carrying a sword). "Are we going to conquer some tribe? Or rob some bank?"

"..."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and held her hand down: "It's not war, and it's not robbery. It's going to—school."

"School?" Jiang Wanqiu was stunned.

"Yes, school."

Jiang Chen pointed to the famous elite high school not far away, a glint called "raising" flashing in his eyes: "To get by in this world, having only force isn't enough; you need culture, you need to understand the rules. I've already arranged it. Starting tomorrow, you'll join the third year of high school as a transfer student. It's perfect—keep an eye on Qianqian for me, and by the way... learn how to be a qualified Earthling."