Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

Shang Song blinked, but didn't speak immediately.

His lower back was still throbbing, a reminder of his wild night.

He could hear Xie Jing's steady heartbeat and warm breath.

He knew Xie Jing was just trying to coax him.

I also know that what Xie Jing said is true.

Xie Jing told him not to overcomplicate the terms and not to feel burdened by them.

He entered a world with rules.

In this world, Xie Jing carved out a territory of absolute freedom for him.

This territory, though not located at the heart of the world, provided him with enough to eat and wear and sheltered him from the elements.

And, she gained Xie Jing.

Seeing that Shang Song remained silent for a long time, just staring blankly at him, Xie Jing sighed almost inaudibly.

He pulled Shang Song closer to him, making sure it wouldn't aggravate Shang Song's sore lower back, before leaning over to pick up the thick stack of documents on the coffee table.

He placed the stack of documents into Shang Song's hand, then picked up a pen and stuffed it into Shang Song's still somewhat limp right hand.

Then, he guided Shang Song to open those documents.

"Here, here, and here." Xie Jing tightened his grip on Shang Song's arm slightly.

It was as if it was urging him silently, or as if it was confirming that he wouldn't really go back on his word.

Shang Song looked at the documents stuffed into his arms, and his hand was guided to write his name one by one in the designated places.

商颂

商颂

商颂

……

His handwriting was a bit crooked and not as neat as usual, because it was affected by the trembling in his hand.

Xie Jing would sign one document, then place his finger on the inkpad and press it onto the document.

Only after Xie Jing finished signing the last signature did he release his grip on his hand, take the pen, and neatly sign his name in the designated places.

谢璟

谢璟

谢璟

……

Every stroke is vigorous, every character powerful.

Shang Song silently counted Xie Jing's signatures.

Looking at Xie Jing's name, and seeing his own name signed on the same piece of paper.

There were a total of forty-three names.

This means that he also signed forty-three "Shang Song" and pressed his handprint forty-three times.

During the 43 long signings, he did not call a halt.

So, despite his inner turmoil, he was willing.

He was willing to marry Xie Jing.

Shang Song is willing to marry Xie Jing.

He watched as Xie Jing signed his last name and pressed his last fingerprint, then carefully gathered the documents and stacked them on the coffee table.

The pen pressed down on the document.

Xie Jing finally relaxed completely, carefully gathered him up again, and rested his chin on the top of his head.

A kiss landed on the top of his head.

April in the human world is a time of warm sunshine.

Shang Song looked at the stack of documents on the coffee table and suddenly asked quietly:

"Xie Jing, I've signed so many names... I didn't... get sold out by you, did I?"

He felt a vibration coming from the chest behind him; it was Xie Jing laughing.

Immediately afterwards, a warm kiss landed on his ear.

Then, Xie Jing, in a voice imbued with unprecedented tenderness, clearly announced in his ear:

"Yes, it's sold."

"Now, you're mine."

Shang Song's heart skipped a beat, then started pounding wildly again.

He nestled in Xie Jing's arms, his cheek pressed against Xie Jing's neck, and could clearly feel Xie Jing's steady pulse.

He opened his mouth, as if to say, "I'm not yours."

Or, this is a case of forcing a sale.

But what came out of his mouth was: "...Who's yours! You're mine!"

Xie Jing chuckled softly again, his tone cheerful, "Alright, I'm yours."

Shang Song became honest.

That's right, Xie Jing originally belonged to him.

He shifted, finding a more comfortable position, his fingertips unconsciously fiddling with the delicate cufflinks on Xie Jing's shirt.

"Well, I've signed all of this. When are we going to get our marriage certificate?"

Xie Jing lowered his head, meeting his slightly dazed gaze, a clear smile flashing in his eyes, "No need to go."

"Huh?" Shang Song was stunned. "We don't need to go? How can we get the marriage certificate if we don't go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

"Tomorrow morning, staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau will come to Genting Highlands to process our registrations on-site."

"To...to Genting Highlands?" Shang Song was even more confused. "The Civil Affairs Bureau can provide door-to-door service?"

"In principle, yes, but only for special circumstances where the applicant is unable to go to the registration authority," Xie Jing explained. "My situation meets the application requirements."

Shang Song felt her understanding had been refreshed once again. "Is it really possible? Won't it be too much trouble for others?"

Xie Jing shook his head and explained, "No."

"My work involves some undisclosed cultural relics projects. As a result, I need to do a lot of clearing and security reporting work in advance if I make a public appearance."

"If I go there in person, it will easily attract unnecessary attention, which will only waste public resources and disrupt public order more."

Shang Song slowly realized that it was true; if Xie Jing were to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with him to register, it would indeed be a lot of trouble and would affect others.

Therefore, having the Civil Affairs Bureau send staff to your home is indeed a more convenient approach.

Then, a belated thought suddenly popped into my head.

Tomorrow?!

tomorrow?!

He suddenly grabbed Xie Jing's arm, his voice trembling:

"Wait! Xie Jing! You mean...we're getting married tomorrow?! I...I think...it's really...we're getting married behind our parents' backs?!"

day!

He was so preoccupied with getting angry, being coaxed, and signing the papers that he completely forgot that such a big event as marriage required informing his parents in advance!

His parents are still far away in their hometown, and they're still in the stage where he and Xie Jing are having a platonic relationship!

Before you know it, he's even getting his marriage certificate quietly?!

This is absolutely outrageous!

They've secretly pledged their lives to each other!

She'll be nagged by her mother to the point of exhaustion!

Xie Jing looked at Shang Song's face, which was filled with "I'm doomed," and then, under Shang Song's horrified gaze, he nodded honestly.

"Yes, you're going to marry me behind your uncle and aunt's back."

Shang Song: "!!!"

His vision went black, and he could almost see Shang's mother chasing him for three hundred miles with a feather duster.

No, this time it might be an upgrade; it's a rolling pin.

"You, you, you, you..." Shang Song pointed at Xie Jing, his finger trembling, "Why didn't you say so sooner! You should have at least told my parents first!"

Xie Jing grasped his trembling fingers, enveloping them in her warm palm, trying to soothe him, "Don't worry, we'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shang Song's phone suddenly rang.

Shang Song subconsciously reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone.

On the phone screen, the words "Mother" were flashing wildly.

What I feared most has come to pass!

Shang Song pressed the answer button with trembling hands. Before he could even call out "Mom," his mother's voice boomed out:

"Songsong!!! How come there's a box of gold bars in your closet???!!!"