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When Shang Song woke up the next day, his first feeling was that his whole body ached.

My wrists and buttocks were burning, my waist felt like it was about to break, and my legs trembled with the slightest movement.

Not to mention little Songsong.

He suspected he needed to see a urologist.

He looked around and found himself lying in the guest room, clean and smelling nice.

But he was still very angry.

That Xie Jing is something else. He usually seems so respectable and restrained, but I never expected him to go on a rampage like this and try to kill me.

They even moved him from the master bedroom to the guest bedroom, so he definitely won't be able to sleep in the master bedroom bed in the end!

That's fucking a crime scene!

Shang Song was angry, but even thirstier.

He crawled with difficulty to reach the water glass on the bedside table, as if he were paralyzed from the neck down.

He struggled to climb, wincing in pain, and was so angry that his vision blurred when the door was gently pushed open.

Xie Jing walked in.

He changed into a dark blue loungewear set, his soft hair falling over his forehead, and he looked refreshed.

He was holding a tray with a bowl of fish porridge on it.

Seeing Shang Song's grimacing and utterly hopeless expression, a hint of...guilt flashed in his eyes.

But that guilty conscience only lasted for a brief moment.

He felt more satisfied.

He carried the porridge to the bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He first placed the tray on the bedside table, then picked up the glass of water and fed it to Shang Song.

Shang Song was so thirsty that he decided to drink water first.

After he finished drinking the water, he immediately slapped Xie Jing's hand away with a weak, limp motion.

If looks could kill, Xie Jing would have been executed by slow slicing by now.

"Xie Jing, you bastard! You beast! I'm telling you! This isn't over! My whole body aches! From head to toe! Inside and out! You just wait!"

Xie Jing obediently accepted the scolding, good-naturedly withdrew his hand, and went to pick up the bowl of fish porridge, stirring it with a porcelain spoon.

The fish porridge was cooled beforehand, so the temperature was just right.

He scooped up a spoonful and held it to Shang Song's lips: "Eat something first. You used up a lot of energy last night and didn't eat dinner."

Upon hearing about last night, Shang Song immediately started grilling some barbecue.

He was so angry he was practically steaming.

High consumption?

Is that due to high energy consumption?

Xie Jing almost tore it down!

He glared angrily at the spoonful of porridge being offered to his mouth, then at Xie Jing's face, which looked particularly irritating.

He deserves a beating, but...

Fine, for the sake of that face, I'll have some porridge first.

He was indeed starving.

He gulped down the spoonful of porridge with a fierce gulp.

A smile appeared in Xie Jing's eyes as he scooped up another spoonful and handed it over again.

While drinking his porridge, Shang Song continued to torment Xie Jing with his eyes.

The bowl of porridge was quickly emptied.

With something in his stomach, Shang Song seemed to feel a bit better.

But his anger remained. "Xie Jing, let me tell you, about this..."

"This afternoon," Xie Jing suddenly spoke, interrupting his accusation, "you can't get out of bed. I'll have a lawyer come over, and we'll get the paperwork done and get the marriage certificate."

Shang Song: "..."

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Xie Jing still dares to bring up the marriage certificate with him?

"Xie Jing! You bastard!!!" He was so angry he almost jumped out of bed, but was pulled back down by the body that was holding him back. He could only wave his arms in vain in protest, "You dare bring up the certificate!"

He showed the red marks on his wrist, clear evidence of a crime.

"This is domestic violence! It's abuse! It's intentional injury! And you still want me to marry you?! Should I thank you for not killing me outright, so I could still take a picture with you?!"

Xie Jing silently endured the scolding again, and only spoke after Shang Song finished.

"This wasn't entirely my fault."

Shang Song raised his voice: "What do you mean it's not your fault? You still want to deny it?!"

Xie Jing reached out and gently placed his hand on Shang Song's soft belly through the soft pajamas.

"You don't exercise enough. Your core is weak and your waist and abdomen are loose."

Shang Song: "..."

Is Xie Jing even speaking human language?

Xie Jing continued, "If you maintain a basic level of exercise regularly, and your muscle groups have enough strength and endurance to support you, you wouldn't have fainted after only three times."

"You—!" Shang Song was both ashamed and angry.

Because he usually prefers to lie down rather than sit, and sit rather than stand.

Buying a gym membership is like donating it; the only activity you might do is run around the game map.

"Xie Jing! That's just sophistry! That's shirking responsibility! That's taking advantage and then complaining! My lack of training is my problem, but that's no excuse for you to torture me like this!"

"I didn't torture you to death." Xie Jing said seriously, "I restrained myself."

Shang Song: "???"

He wondered if he was hallucinating. "Restrained?"

Xie Jing nodded, "Given our lack of experience, the first time was relatively short, so it can be disregarded."

"The second attempt was relatively successful."

"And the third time, I admit, I got hooked. But..."

He raised his voice slightly: "After you passed out, I stopped and provided timely follow-up care."

He leaned slightly closer to Shang Song and asked earnestly:

"Isn't this considered restraint?"

"..." Shang Song was completely speechless.

He stared at Xie Jing, finding himself unable to refute her.

Yes, he fainted, so Xie Jing stopped, cleaned him up, changed his clothes, and put him to sleep in the guest room.

It looks like this...

like……

seem……

perhaps……

That's quite restrained?

Restraint my ass!

The key question is why he fainted in the first place!

Xie Jing, that bastard!

How can you be so shameless!

Saying the most shameless things in a serious tone!

"You, you..." Shang Song was furious, but he wasn't as thick-skinned as Xie Jing, so he couldn't say those shameless things.

Finally, he could only bury his face in the pillow, letting out a furious roar: "Shut up! I don't want to hear it! You beast! Rogue! Hypocrite! Moral figure! You beast in human clothing!"

He unleashed every curse word he could think of, but his voice was muffled and lacked any power because it was buried in the pillow.

Seeing him looking like he wanted to suffocate himself, Xie Jing felt the last bit of gloom in his heart dissipate.

He reached out and gently patted Shang Song's back. "Okay, don't be angry anymore. It was my fault. I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Shang Song's arching motion came to a halt.

After a long while, Shang Song's muffled voice finally came from under the pillow.

"Compensation for what?"

A clear smile appeared in Xie Jing's eyes. "A raise?"

There was no movement on the back beneath my palm.

So he changed his option again, "Or, when you're feeling better, you could invite your friends to visit Genting Highlands?"

This time, the body beneath the palm clearly moved slightly.

Shang Song, who was buried under the pillow, was stunned.

They got their marriage certificate, and then he invited his friends to Genting Highlands.

Xie Jing... is he planning to make it official?

He lifted his head from the pillow, his hair sticking up in a messy, unkempt way, looking both pitiful and adorable.

He blinked and asked in a hoarse voice, "Like the buffet last time?"

Xie Jing reached out and gently wiped away the moisture from Shang Song's trembling eyelashes, then nodded.

"Can."

"You can treat us however you like, buffet style or something else, it's all fine."

"As long as you think it's good."

As long as you think it's good.

Shang Song was still angry, but the corners of her mouth had already involuntarily turned up.

"It's settled then. Once I'm better, my back doesn't ache anymore, my legs aren't weak anymore, and I can run around again, I'll invite them over. Xu Zhao, Shen Yan, and the eldest and third brothers—not one can be missing."

As Shang Song spoke, he had already begun a new round of plans to fleece the wealthy.

Seeing that he had finally come back to life, Xie Jing nodded: "Of course, you can invite whomever you want."

He paused, then added, "However, ex-suitors are not allowed."

"Former suitor? Chen Yu? He's long since moved on! He's doing incredibly well at the branch office!" Shang Song exclaimed, feeling that Xie Jing's jealousy was a bit too far-fetched.

"Whether you let go or not, it cannot be disproven." Xie Jing's voice was excessively calm: "As long as the risk exists, it must be avoided."

Shang Song: "..."

He was speechless, yet also a little pleased, unsure of what to say, before finally managing to utter, "Hmph, narrow-minded."

"Yes," Xie Jing nodded, readily admitting, "In this respect, I am."

Shang Song: "..."

He was completely speechless. "Okay, okay, Professor Xie, Master Xie is the most amazing and makes the most sense."

Seeing that he had admitted it, Xie Jing stopped talking.

She reached out and began to massage Shang Song's lower back.

Shang Song enjoyed the exclusive service provided by Xie Jing, watching Xie Jing's face, which was being massaged with exceptional seriousness in the daylight.

As he watched, the corners of his mouth started to twitch wildly, and he almost burst out laughing.

What a beautiful face.

Professor Xie is so handsome, so capable, and so difficult to deal with.

It's finally completely his.

Oh, no, we still need to get the marriage certificate first.

Afternoon?

What time is it now?

He seems to be getting impatient.

after all.

Marriage is a guarantee.

How can we not hurry?