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Broken bones for a hundred days.

Today is the ninety-ninth day.

Under Xie Jing's almost obsessive and strict supervision, Shang Song recovered remarkably well.

Walking is no longer a problem, but strenuous exercise should still be avoided.

He was driven mad by confinement and couldn't wait to embrace the outside world again.

Today happens to be Xu Zhao and Shen Yan's wedding day.

After much pleading, Xie Jing finally agreed to let him be the best man, on the condition that Lin Zhou must accompany him throughout the entire process.

Before setting off, Shang Song stood in the dressing room, adjusting his best man's attire in front of the full-length mirror.

His custom-made smoky gray suit was perfectly tailored, and because he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, his skin was even whiter, which made him look quite handsome and noble.

He looked left and right, quite satisfied, and gave Xie Jing, who was standing not far behind him, a smug smile.

"How about it, Professor Xie? Am I handsome? Don't I look like I'm going to cause trouble and steal a bride?"

Xie Jing's gaze was deep, sweeping over him from head to toe, and then he nodded in affirmation:

"Um."

Just this one word.

However, Shang Song automatically interpreted it as Xie Jing praising him as being incredibly handsome.

He immediately grinned, his eyes crinkling, and said with a grin, "Xu Zhao and Shen Yan are wearing white suits! Tsk tsk, it's hard to imagine Xu Lao Er looking like in a suit!"

Xie Jing didn't reply, but walked closer and reached out to straighten his already neat bow tie.

He lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "Have fun, don't drink alcohol, don't stand for too long, and if you get tired, ask Lin Zhou to arrange a place to rest."

"I know, thank you, Master. Don't worry! With Brother Lin Zhou here, I promise I'll come back safe and sound!" Shang Song replied, his mind already flying to the wedding venue.

Just then, his phone, which was lying to the side, rang. It was a video call invitation from his parents.

"They're my parents!" Shang Song answered immediately, his smile bright and sunny. "Dad, Mom!"

On the screen, Mr. and Mrs. Shang are huddled together.

"Songsong! What are you doing? How are your legs? Do they still hurt?" Mrs. Shang asked in rapid succession.

"Much better, much better! It doesn't hurt anymore, and I can walk without any problems!" Shang Song quickly reported, even holding his phone further away to show off, "Look, isn't your son handsome!"

"That's good, that's good, thank goodness..." Mrs. Shang patted her chest, then squinted and looked her over carefully. "Hey? Songsong, you're dressed so formally? Is that a suit? What are you doing?"

Her voice suddenly rose, "You're not planning to get married behind our parents' backs, are you?"

Mr. Shang immediately leaned closer to the screen, his eyes wide.

"Pfft!" Shang Song almost choked on his saliva, laughing so hard he almost fell over. "Mom! What are you thinking! No way! It's my friend's wedding, and I'm going to be a groomsman! It's that guy who came to our house during summer vacation when I was a sophomore in college, Xu Zhao! The second oldest in our dorm! Remember him? The one who could eat the most!"

"Oh! Xu Zhao! I remember him, I remember him, that boy, so generous!" Mrs. Shang exclaimed suddenly, "He's getting married so soon?! Being a groomsman is great, being a groomsman is great! To share in the joy! But be careful, your leg has just healed, don't overexert yourself!"

"I know, Mom! Don't worry, someone will pick me up and take me the whole time, so I won't get tired at all!" Shang Song assured her with a smile, then chatted with his parents for a few more minutes before hanging up the video call.

He put down his phone, the smile still on his face, and turned his head to find that Xie Jing had walked to the window at some point, with his back to him, looking at the city scenery below.

"Xie Jing?" Shang Song called out.

Xie Jing turned around, her face expressionless, as if she had simply stepped away to avoid disturbing Shang Song's phone call.

He walked back to Shang Song unhurriedly, reached out and tidied Shang Song's hair one last time, "Lin Zhou is waiting, go on, have fun."

"...Oh, okay, okay." Shang Song didn't notice anything unusual and readily agreed.

He turned his head again, admired himself in the mirror, then tiptoed and kissed Xie Jing's lips. "I'm off then, you stay home and wait for me to come back!"

"Okay," Xie Jing replied.

Shang Song turned around and walked out quickly.

The hotel where Xu Zhao and Shen Yan held their wedding wasn't top-tier luxury, but it was still exquisite and cozy.

A wedding photo of Xu Zhao and Shen Yan stands at the entrance. In the photo, Xu Zhao is smiling so hard that his eyes are almost closed, while Shen Yan leans slightly against him with a gentle and tender smile.

As soon as Shang Song entered, he was greeted by a lively atmosphere.

Xu Zhao's cronies arrived in large numbers and surrounded him, making a fuss and clamoring to see the bride—or rather, the groom.

Xu Zhao's face turned red from the teasing, and he retorted, "What's the rush? What's the rush! It'll blind your dog eyes in a minute!"

Upon seeing Shang Song, Xu Zhao immediately pushed through the crowd and rushed over, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close. "Shang Xiaosong! You've finally arrived!"

"Take your hands off! Take your hands off! I'm injured!" Shang Song laughed and pushed him. The surrounding area was filled with familiar and unfamiliar faces, with the eldest and third brothers mixed in with them.

It was lively and bustling, with lots of laughter and chatter.

Xu Zhao looked him up and down. "You dressed like that? Trying to steal my thunder?!"

"Get lost! I'm a thousand times more handsome than you even in my pajamas!" Shang Song punched him, then glanced around the crowd. "Where's Shen Yan?"

"She's in the upstairs lounge, super nervous, insisting she needs some peace and quiet." Xu Zhao pointed upstairs, a sheepish grin on his face. "I secretly went to check, she was wearing a white suit, looking incredibly handsome! She just wouldn't talk to me!"

Shang Song smiled and asked, "Did Shen Yan's side have a lot of people?"

He knew that Shen Yan's family situation was special, so he asked casually.

Xu Zhao's smile faded slightly. "He doesn't have many relatives or friends, while I have many brothers and can't leave. It's perfect that you keep him company for a while, since he's only a little familiar with you."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered," Shang Song patted his chest.

Before the wedding ceremony even started, Xu Zhao was quickly dragged away by his buddies to warm up.

After exchanging a few jokes with the eldest and third brothers, Shang Song decided to go to the lounge to check on Shen Yan.

Lin Zhou silently followed a few steps behind him, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

As Shang Song walked to the door of the lounge, Lin Zhou said in a low voice, "Mr. Shang, I'll be waiting for you outside."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Brother Linzhou." Shang Song nodded, knocked on the door of the lounge, and said, "Shen Yan, it's me, Shang Song."

"Please come in," came Shen Yan's gentle voice from inside.

Shang Song pushed open the door and entered. The lounge was elegantly and quietly furnished, and Shen Yan, dressed in a white suit, was standing by the window.

The sunlight was lovely, and Shen Yan was indeed very handsome.

Her usually low-key and reserved temperament was accentuated by this dress, giving her an air of otherworldly elegance.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously twisted his sleeve.

"Nervous?" Shang Song smiled and walked over, looking at him closely. "I must say, this outfit suits you perfectly! You look incredibly handsome!"

Shen Yan smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and the tension in his body dissipated a little.

He gestured for Shang Song to sit down, and then sat down on the sofa opposite him.

The two chatted for a bit about the wedding process and the hustle and bustle outside, and Shen Yan seemed to relax a lot.

However, after chatting for a while, Shen Yan's expression suddenly became serious.

"Shang Song, there's something I don't know if you're aware of, but I feel I should tell you."

Shang Song: "What's wrong?"

Shen Yan: "It's about Zhou Xu'an, and... Professor Xie."