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

"Is it about marriage?"

Shang Song: "!!!"

He suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes wide open.

Marriage?!

What nonsense is Xie Jing spouting?!

Seeing his reaction, Xie Jing actually nodded seriously, his tone as calm as ever:

"If that's the case, it can be done tomorrow."

"I'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to make an appointment for registration, and then I'll have my lawyer come over."

Looking at his calm expression, as if even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, the Five Sacred Mountains wouldn't faze him, Shang Song gritted his teeth in fury.

"Heh, a sexless marriage?"

Xie Jing's brows furrowed slowly. He deliberately cast a strange look at Shang Song, scrutinizing him once and then again, before asking:

"Are you sexually frigid?"

"...I'm frigid my ass!" Shang Song completely broke down, raising his voice eight octaves, echoing in the empty room. He grabbed his blanket and was about to cover Xie Jing with it.

I can't live like this anymore!

Xie Jing, who was half-pressed down by Shang Song, had a clear smile in his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out and easily grabbed Shang Song's waving arm, pulling him and the blanket into his own blanket.

Once he had a firm hold on the person, he deliberately asked in a low voice:

"Then why is it a sexless marriage?"

Shang Song was wrapped in a blanket and held in Xie Jing's arms, unable to move. He could only fiercely nudge Xie Jing's chin with his head.

"Go ahead and think about it yourself, you big blockhead!"

Xie Jing tightened his arms and rested his chin on the top of Shang Song's head. Shang Song kept wriggling in his arms.

Shang Song, who hadn't exercised for years, was limp and weak, so naturally he couldn't make a splash.

Xie Jing felt the movements in his arms subside, and chuckled softly. He then kissed Shang Song's forehead, eyelashes, nose, lips, and chin...

Once Shang Song was kissed, her weak struggles ceased. She obediently let Xie Jing hold her, letting herself be kissed until she was dizzy. Her hands even unconsciously reached out from under the covers to hook Xie Jing's neck.

Xie Jing lowered his eyes slightly, his arms tightly wrapped around the person.

The kisses fell softly and gently, but avoided the lips and teeth.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm afraid he'll lose control in this perfect time, in such a perfect place, with such a perfect person.

It will completely devour a person, and then lose... the bait that lures the person in your arms to marry you.

The night view outside the window was hazy in the snow. Xie Jing's lips brushed against Shang Song's burning ear, and he said:

"Marry me, and we'll get the marriage certificate and get married right away."

Shang Song's dazed eyes, still hazy from the kisses, gradually cleared. He tilted his head and asked, "Why can't we get married without a marriage certificate? Do you have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Xie Jing chuckled softly in Shang Song's ear, then gently released him, his forehead resting against Shang Song's.

He said, "The Xie family rules."

Shang Song: "...???"

Are you kidding me?! What kind of bizarre family rules are these?! You can't do anything without getting a marriage certificate?!

Shang Song did not believe it.

Besides, he's only 22 years old. He just wanted to sleep with this big blockhead. He never expected to go straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

But as he looked at Xie Jing, whose expression remained serious, he began to wonder, could Xie Jing's family really be that conservative?

Xie Jing kept looking at Shang Song, who was so close to him, watching the changing expressions on Shang Song's face. Finally, seeing that Shang Song didn't speak, he gently patted Shang Song's back and said, "Go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow. If you keep making a fuss, you won't be able to get up."

After saying that, he released Shang Song, leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, and the room instantly darkened.

Seeing Xie Jing lie down again, Shang Song, still unwilling to give up, pressed on, "Does your Xie family really have such a family rule? You're not lying to me, are you?"

Xie Jing's voice came from the darkness: "Why would I lie to you? To have sex without marriage is to violate propriety."

Shang Song: "...What dog?"

Xie Jing: "媾. The character is composed of '女' (woman) and '冓' (inner chamber). The 'Shuowen Jiezi' defines it as bigamy, and it is also used to mean making peace or sexual intercourse..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Shang Song yelled, abruptly pulling himself back under the covers, curling into a ball, his voice booming from within: "Stop talking! I want to sleep!!!"

Shang Song indeed disliked philology.

Shang Song still endured it for a year.

So, Shang Song really liked his face back then.

Xie Jing chuckled silently and didn't continue speaking.

That night, Shang Song slept haphazardly.

The next morning, Xie Jing had breakfast with Shang Song before going downstairs to handle matters related to ancient books. Lin Zhou drove Shang Song to work.

During the half-hour drive, Shang Song was in a daze, his mind still replaying Xie Jing's nonsensical words from last night.

As they approached the Qingguo Company building, Shang Song glanced at Lin Zhou sitting in the passenger seat and asked again.

"Brother Lin Zhou, I have a question for you."

"Does your Xie family really have a family rule that you can't do *that* without getting a marriage certificate?"

Lin Zhou tilted his head slightly: "Mr. Shang, which one?"

Shang Song: "..."

"N-nothing." Shang Song wanted to die right now.

Lin Zhou frowned for a while, seemingly realizing something. He immediately cleared his throat and asked, "Did the patriarch say that?"

Shang Song nodded solemnly, "Yes, Xie Jing said so last night."

Then he saw Lin Zhou's shoulders twitch suspiciously twice before Lin Zhou turned his head back, his face displaying that standard professional mask:

"If the head of the family said so, then it's true."

He paused, then added seriously, "What the patriarch said are the family rules."

Shang Song: "..."

Haha, these two old men.

One dares to fabricate, the other dares to make it believable.

She even tried to trick this naive 22-year-old into stepping into the grave of marriage!

Go dream!

The car stopped at this moment, and Shang Song got out without turning his head.

He planned not to send Xie Jing any WeChat messages all day.

He wanted to use passive-aggressive tactics to chill that big blockhead who was probably dealing with ancient books on some unknown floor.

On the first day back to work after the Lunar New Year holiday, the office was in a state of flux, but Shang Song was different; he was restless.

Young people's bodies, which have not been properly cared for, are full of unstable factors.

Shen Yan, who was clearly well pampered, had a rosy complexion. Sitting at his workstation, he professionally typed code on his work software. But the moment he switched to WeChat, he pursed his lips and typed with less force.

Shen Yan switched to WeChat again. The message waiting for a reply was not from Xu Zhao, but from Shang Song.

Shang Song: "Shen Yan, can I ask you something?"

Shen Yan: "Go ahead."

Shang Song typed and deleted, then typed and deleted again, finally sending out the message: "Let's talk about it at lunchtime."

He's not stupid. He's already been in a platonic relationship for two years, which is the biggest laughing stock in the dorm group chat. Now he's asking such an embarrassing question on WeChat. If Xu Zhao sees it and posts a screenshot in the dorm group chat, he'll be done for for the rest of his life.

Shang Song died at the age of 22. Cause of death: ridicule.

The morning passed by in a state of constant anxiety.

Unfortunately, lunch was brought by Xu Zhao.

Xu Zhao still had some humanity left and didn't forget Shang Song's sake, so at the dinner table, Shen Yan asked, "Shang Song, what did you want to ask me this morning?"

Shang Song: "..."

He shoveled rice into his mouth and replied dryly, "...I just wanted to ask if you and President Wang have reached an agreement yet?"

Shen Yan nodded in realization: "It's agreed, we'll work until the end of the first quarter and optimize the basic framework by 30%."

Shang Song: "...Oh, that's good."

After he finished fooling Shen Yan, he continued eating.

Xu Zhao had just finished removing the fish bones from Shen Yan when she looked at Shang Song and said, "Have you been eating greasy food these past few days? You've got a breakout."

Shang Song: "..."

Haha, what the hell did you eat so much oily food?

He was suffering from a sudden surge of anger, unsatisfied desires, and a hormonal imbalance!