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A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye. On the day the plaster was removed, Shang Song was very excited.

The visiting doctor carefully removed the shell that had bound him for so long, revealing his fair and tender right foot.

After a thorough examination, the doctor smiled and said, "The recovery is excellent."

"The next step is gradual rehabilitation training to strengthen joint strength and range of motion. You can slowly try to walk with weight on your feet, but you must use crutches and have someone supervise you at the beginning."

"When can I go back to work?" Shang Song asked impatiently.

He now even misses the days when he brainstormed with his colleagues and bought coffee and milk tea together.

Before the doctor could answer, Xie Jing's voice came through: "We've only removed the fixation now. It's still a long way from a full recovery. You need to rest and undergo systematic rehabilitation. You can't overexert yourself."

Shang Song protested, "But the doctors all said I'm recovering very well... Besides, I'm just going back to work, doing design work while sitting down, I don't have to run or jump. And besides, I've already rested for a month and a half, I'd get moldy if I stayed any longer."

Xie Jing walked up to him, squatted down, and gently placed his hand on Shang Song's fair ankle. "Sitting down to work also requires sitting for long periods, which affects blood circulation. Shang Song, I don't want you to have any lasting health problems."

He looked up into Shang Song's eyes and softened his tone, "Listen to me, rest for a while longer, at least a hundred days."

"But..." Shang Song wanted to argue.

"No buts." Xie Jing stood up. "You don't need to worry about work. Linzhou has already communicated with your project manager, and your position will be held. You can go back anytime you're fully recovered."

After saying that, he turned around to ask the doctor about the details of the follow-up rehabilitation training, no longer looking at Shang Song.

Shang Song had no choice but to accept his fate and wait for one hundred days.

That evening, during a video call with Xu Zhao, Xu Zhao excitedly relayed the latest intelligence to him.

On the other side of the screen, Xu Zhao saw Shen Yan sitting at his desk coding in the background.

"Hey! Shang Xiaosong! This is great news!" Xu Zhao lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement. "The verdict is in! Zhou Xu'an, multiple charges combined! That illegal detention, abuse of controlled substances, and some illegal business practices were all found. Three years! Real time! No probation!"

Shang Song leaned against the headboard, his eyes widening slightly. "Three years?!"

It was heavier than he had expected.

However, thinking about what Zhou Xu'an did to Shen Yan's mother and those despicable methods, he felt that she deserved it.

"Yes, yes, yes! Three years! And I heard he wasn't behaving himself in there, trying to cause trouble, but he was kept firmly under control!" Xu Zhao curled his lip. "As for his mother, Zhou Yun, she was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced to one year and six months. She got what she deserved!"

One year and six months.

Shang Song subconsciously touched the scar on the back of his head.

That crazy woman, in her quest for her son, ultimately ruined herself as well.

"How is Shen Yan's mother doing?" Shang Song asked.

"Yan Yan's mom is much better! Professor Xie found a really good doctor!" Xu Zhao said, then turned and called out, "Yan Yan! Shang Song is asking about our mom!"

Shen Yan turned his head, a gentle smile on his face: "Shang Song, my mother is much better. Thank you for your concern. She asked me to thank you and Professor Xie as well."

Shang Song quickly waved his hand, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, it's good that Auntie is alright."

After the two finished exchanging pleasantries, Xu Zhao's large head reappeared on the phone screen.

His expression held a hint of undisguised smugness. "Hey, Shang Xiaosong, there's something else I wanted to let you know in advance!" Xu Zhao grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

Seeing his mysterious look, Shang Song asked, "What's wrong? Did you win the lottery?"

"I'm happier than winning the lottery!" Xu Zhao chuckled, then quickly glanced at Shen Yan, who was engrossed in coding again. Lowering his voice, he said slyly, "Yan Yan and I are getting our marriage certificate!"

Shang Song was stunned. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Get married! Get the marriage certificate! Be legally employed! Do you understand?!" Seeing that he didn't react, Xu Zhao couldn't help but raise her voice, her smile widening. "The wedding still needs some planning, but we plan to get the marriage certificate first! Hehe!"

Shang Song understood this time, his eyes widened, and he was speechless for several seconds.

This is too fast!

Although he knew that Xu Lao Er and Shen Yan's relationship was originally just a fleeting affair!

But marriage?

"No, no, at this speed, are you riding a rocket?" Shang Song shouted.

Shen Yan seemed to have overheard their conversation. He stopped typing and turned to Xu Zhao, feigning annoyance, "Xu Zhao, what nonsense are you spouting now?"

"What nonsense!" Xu Zhao immediately turned around, her tone righteous and assertive. "Didn't we agree that we'd get our marriage certificate once this matter with the Zhou family was completely resolved?"

Seeing that Shen Yan had tacitly agreed, Xu Zhao turned back to Shang Song with a smug look on her face, as if Shang Song was still young and didn't understand, and said:

"Marriage is a guarantee! Understand, Shang Xiaosong? This thing needs to be done quickly!"

"Huh?" Shang Song was even more confused.

Xu Zhao grew anxious seeing his cluelessness:

"Think about it! Right now, I'm just Yan Yan's boyfriend, right? But what if one day Yan Yan meets someone better, or gets annoyed with me, or doesn't like me anymore? All he has to do is say to me, 'Xu Zhao, let's break up,' and what am I supposed to do? I'll just pack my bags and leave! I'll be completely helpless! The law won't even be on my side!"

"But! Marriage is different!" He became even more agitated, even gesturing wildly.

"With the marriage certificate in hand, it's nationally recognized and protected by law! Even if Yan Yan falls for someone else and wants me kicked out, it won't be so easy! He'll have to go through a divorce first, right? That's too much trouble! Hehe! During this time, I'm sure I can win Yan Yan back! Just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly safe!"

Shang Song: "..."

Shen Yan finally couldn't take it anymore. She turned around, her face flushed, her voice filled with helplessness and embarrassment: "What nonsense are you spouting! Who's interested in someone else! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

Seeing Shen Yan was angry, Xu Zhao immediately waved to Shang Song, "I'm going to coax Yan Yan! You better get better quickly! I'm waiting for you to be my best man! Otherwise, who will help me fend off the drinks!"

"Get lost! Who's going to help you fend off drinks? I'm already being lenient by not getting you drunk!" Shang Song laughed and scolded.

The video call was abruptly ended.

Is marriage really as simple as Xu Zhao says?

Shang Song seemed lost in thought.

As Shang Song stared blankly at the black screen, the door to the master bedroom was gently pushed open.

Xie Jing walked in. "Finished talking?"

Seeing Shang Song lost in thought, he walked to the bedside and sat down. He naturally reached out to feel Shang Song's forehead to make sure his temperature was normal, then took the phone from Shang Song's hand and placed it on the bedside table. "Tired? Then get some rest."

Shang Song looked at Xie Jing, "Xu Zhao and Shen Yan are getting married... Wow, that's fast..."

Xie Jing was picking up the glass of water that had been kept warm by the bedside when he heard this. He simply turned to look at Shang Song, his expression unchanged.

"Yes, congratulations to them." He responded, holding the water glass to Shang Song's lips. "Drink some water, your lips are a little dry."

Shang Song looked at the water glass that was handed to his lips, took a sip, and then stopped moving, somewhat stunned.

Xie Jing's reaction... wasn't it a bit too lukewarm?

Although Xie Jing's reaction to outsiders and external affairs is usually this indifferent.

Congratulations, that's perfectly normal.

But... but this is "marriage"!

And... this is Xie Jing!

It was Xie Jing, the one who had repeatedly told him she wanted to get married.

It's Xie Jing, the one who would darken his eyes and find all sorts of ways to torment him because he didn't want to get married.

Now, when he hears that someone else is getting married, he just brushes it off so casually.

Why didn't they take the opportunity to subtly target him?

Say something like, "Others are moving so fast," or "Shang Song, look, everyone else has already achieved their goal, when will we?" to provoke him.

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

Xie Jing seemed unaware of his unusual behavior, assuming he simply didn't want to drink water.

He took the water glass back and placed it on the bedside table. Then he helped Shang Song lie down slowly, carefully adjusted the height of the pillow, and tucked the blanket into Shang Song's bed.

Every movement was meticulous, precise, and impeccable.

Sleep well, goodnight.

Xie Jing got into bed, picked up a book from the bedside table, and turned to the page with the bookmark.

His profile was calm and focused, just like every night of the past month and a half.

But Shang Song looked at Xie Jing's profile and was not sleepy at all.

Xu Zhao's excited voice was still echoing in his mind.

Marriage is a guarantee!

How can we not hurry!