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

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

The video shows the dilapidated wardrobe in Shang Song's old home bedroom.

Amidst the layers of old clothes was an open red velvet gift box.

Inside the gift box was a box of gleaming, golden gold bars.

Shang Song's brain completely shut down.

He stood there with his mouth agape, looking like a completely stupid duck.

!!!

When I go back to S City after the New Year!!!

How could he have forgotten about this box of gold bars?!

Shang Song stiffly, little by little, turned his head to look at Xie Jing.

Xie Jing received his blank stare, and then, amidst another escalating question from Shang's mother, he nodded very slightly.

Xie Jing said: Yes, that's right, I forgot at the time too.

Shang Song's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

Fine, so be it.

Let's explode together.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he looked at the anxious Mrs. Shang on the phone, his voice so weak it sounded like he'd lost both kidneys:

"Mom... that gold bar... was Xie Jing's... betrothal gift for our family..."

On the other end of the video call, Shang's mother looked like a duck with its neck being choked.

Then, the duck continued to squeal:

"Dowry?! What do you mean, dowry?! Songsong, explain yourself! What have you and Xiao Xie been doing behind my and your father's backs???"

As the young duck closed his eyes in despair, Xie Jing finally pulled the phone from his hand and took over the case.

Then, using an absolutely sincere apology script, along with detailed and frightening plans regarding Shang Song's health, career, family, and even the guarantees Shang Song could obtain in case of relationship problems, she successfully "persuaded" Shang's mother.

In conclusion, Shangsong is safe.

At least for now, they're spared from mixed doubles.

At 10 a.m. the next day, staff from the Civil Affairs Bureau arrived at Genting Highlands on time with all the necessary equipment.

In the reception room on the 83rd floor of Genting Highlands, Shang Song and Xie Jing completed all the legal procedures.

Take a photo, swear an oath, sign, and leave your fingerprints.

When the two red books were handed to Xie Jing and Shang Song respectively, Shang Song still felt a strong sense of dizziness.

Then, Xie Jing carefully put away their identification documents.

In the afternoon, Shang Song, still somewhat dazed, was shoved into the car by Xie Jing.

The convoy drove all the way to Shang Song's hometown.

The neighbors peeked in and whispered amongst themselves.

The formal betrothal gifts were respectfully displayed throughout the merchant's living room by the staff.

The sheer scale of the event, the meticulousness of the etiquette, and the profound sincerity left Mr. and Mrs. Shang completely bewildered.

The three business owners sat timidly in a row, while Xie Jing sat in a single sofa seat.

Lin Zhou nodded to one of the lawyers, who immediately took a folder from his briefcase and stepped forward:

"Mr. and Mrs. Shang, to ensure Mr. Shang Song's rights, Mr. Xie has specially entrusted us to prepare some asset donation agreements. These documents clearly define Mr. Xie's donation to Mr. Shang Song, which includes arrangements to ensure your future life and health. If you do not mind, you can take a look. If you have no questions, there are a few places where you, as the relevant parties, need to sign for confirmation."

Mr. and Mrs. Shang: "..."

They looked at the documents the lawyer handed them, filled with dense clauses, then at the lawyer's professional and polite smile, and finally, they looked at their own son.

Shang Song closed his eyes in anguish.

Here it comes again!

Xie Jing's devilish legal team.

Mr. Shang leaned closer to Mrs. Shang and said in what he thought was a very soft voice, "Old woman... this feels a bit like forcing me into marriage?"

Mrs. Shang glanced at the "small gifts" scattered throughout the room, and Xie Jing, sitting on a single sofa with an air of composure, and whispered to Mr. Shang in a subtle tone: "There's no way to force him into marriage now. Songsong has already gotten the marriage certificate, and his allegiance has long since turned to the Pacific Ocean."

Shang Song: "..."

No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense, Mom!

He glanced at Xie Jing furtively and noticed that Xie Jing seemed to be smirking.

Finally, this "betrothal ceremony," destined to be recorded in the gossip annals of the small town, went through all the procedures amidst the varying degrees of bewilderment of the three business owners.

Xie Jing and Shang Song did not rush back to S City, and stayed at Shang Song's hometown for two days.

However, it's not this small two-bedroom apartment.

It is a quiet villa located in the new district of a small city.

Mrs. Shang was initially reluctant to move.

They had lived in the old house for decades and knew all the neighbors. But Xie Jing's words were hard to refuse: "Uncle and Aunt have worked hard for half their lives and deserve to enjoy their retirement. The new place is in a better environment and is suitable for recuperation. We'll keep the old house so they can come back and visit whenever they miss the neighbors."

Both the father and mother understand the principles of business acumen.

The fact that their family suddenly made such a grand display and accepted such an astonishing dowry meant that the news couldn't be kept secret.

Continuing to live in the old neighborhood, constantly being stared at and questioned by neighbors, is definitely not a long-term solution.

So, with Shang Song's help and double offensive, Shang's parents reluctantly agreed to move into that beautiful new villa.

As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Shang agreed, they immediately understood what their son meant when he said that Brother Linzhou would take care of everything.

The lavish betrothal gifts were carefully transported to the vault of the new villa;

The clothes that Mr. and Mrs. Shang used often, their favorite items, and old furniture with sentimental value were carefully packed and taken away.

As for the large old pieces of furniture that were left behind, they were carefully covered with clean white dust cloths.

Shang Song leaned against the balcony frame, watching the staff gently seal off his home, feeling a little empty inside.

Is this a forced marriage?

He couldn't help but recall what his mother had said.

Yes.

The process was incredibly fast; my parents were practically being pushed along. Even he himself was in a daze as he signed the papers and got the marriage certificate...

However, when his gaze fell on Xie Jing, who was sitting in the living room, slightly bowing as he listened to Mr. Shang introduce an old item in the house, the emptiness in his heart was inexplicably filled little by little.

Because, in a villa-related document that Lin Zhou had just handed him for a look, he noticed something very strange.

He had just casually flipped through the pages, but suddenly stopped when he saw the section on the property registration date.

Two years ago.

It was shortly after he met Xie Jing.

That villa wasn't bought temporarily for this engagement.

Xie Jing had already prepared himself two years earlier, shortly after their relationship began.

Therefore, it was not a hasty forced marriage.

It was a long-planned forced marriage.

Therefore, he was willing.

He probably already agreed a long time ago.

He suddenly pointed to the two calligraphy scrolls hanging on the living room wall and said, "These should also be taken to the new home."

Mr. Shang turned around, looked at the two calligraphy scrolls, then at his new son-in-law, and smiled, "These are Xiao Xie's calligraphic works, treasures to ward off evil spirits, we must bring them!"

Lin Zhou personally stepped forward and carefully removed the two calligraphy scrolls. The staff took them and packed them away.

Then, the two calligraphy pieces were carefully taken downstairs by the staff.

Shang Song checked all the windows and water and electricity valves, then stood in the center of the empty living room and looked around.

On the wall are the marks of his height from when he was a child; on the kitchen door frame are dents from a time he bumped into something as a teenager; and on the sofa is his first kiss with Xie Jing.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked to the door.

His parents, carrying simple handbags, were already coming downstairs chatting. Xie Jing stood quietly at the corner of the stairs, waiting.

"Is everything ready?" Xie Jing asked.

"Okay, all done." Shang Song took one last look at the room, then reached out and grasped the familiar doorknob.

The moment he closed the door, Xie Jing stepped forward, took his hand, and said, "Let's go, Songsong."

Shang Song turned around and met Xie Jing's eyes. He suddenly smiled, and the reluctance in his heart vanished instantly.

Xie Jing, tell him to sing a song...

It's not a way to show off our relationship; it's just a natural thing, we just call him Songsong...