Xiang Zhilan was stunned, her mouth agape: "Your leg isn't..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Muzhi scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the courtyard gate.

"Sir!" Butler Chen exclaimed in alarm, rushing over to push the wheelchair and shouting, "You can't do that with your legs!"

"Shen Muzhi, put me down!" Xiang Zhilan cried out anxiously. She realized that Butler Chen's words that morning were probably exaggerated, but his leg was indeed injured. Now, with such heavy pressure, and walking so fast, "Don't you want your leg anymore!"

Shen Muzhi's knees were indeed in a lot of pain. He was holding on by sheer willpower, his face tense, as he strode quickly towards the outside of the courtyard.

Ah Chao was very perceptive and drove the car up to them, then quickly got out and opened the door.

Shen Muzhi shoved Xiang Zhilan into the back seat and sat down himself. The pain in his knees had caused cold sweat to pour down his forehead and his face to turn pale.

"Shen Muzhi, are you insane?!" Xiang Zhilan gasped in anger. How could he be so disregardful of his own health! The knife wound from last time was the same! Did he think he was made of iron? Did he think she would soften her heart after trampling on him like this?!

"Ah Chao, go to Xintian Road." Shen Muzhi ignored Xiang Zhilan and closed his eyes after saying this.

Xiang Zhilan bit her lip, angrily turning her head to look out the window. Since he himself didn't care about his own health, why was she in such a hurry?

The car fell silent as Ah Chao focused on driving.

At around 11:30, the car stopped outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Shen Muzhi opened the car door, and Butler Chen had already gotten out of another car, pushed the wheelchair to his side, and helped him sit down.

"What are we doing here?" Xiang Zhilan got out of the car, looked at the large, gilded characters in regular script outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, and frowned as she looked at Shen Muzhi.

"Get married." Shen Muzhi said succinctly, gesturing for Butler Chen to push him inside.

"Who agreed to marry you!" Xiang Zhilan thought he was being delusional. She had made it so clear that she could back down again and again, but marriage was out of the question.

"I told you I don't need your permission." Shen Muzhi walked past her without even glancing at her, and said coldly, "I'm just informing you."

"Shen Muzhi! Do you think the Civil Affairs Bureau is your private property?" Xiang Zhilan was amused by his tough attitude and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

But before she could take more than a few steps, two men in black grabbed her arms and dragged her into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

This is exactly the same tactic they used when they kidnapped her and took her to the hotel!

"Shen Muzhi!" Xiang Zhilan struggled, but the two men were like an iron wall, making her completely unable to move.

And so, she was dragged into the office of the Civil Affairs Bureau's marriage registration office, attracting onlookers all the way.

“Shen Muzhi, do you think marriage is such an easy thing? You need an ID card, and a household registration book…” Xiang Zhilan’s voice stopped. She stared blankly at the two household registration books in Shen Muzhi’s hands, looking at him in disbelief: “You, how do you have my family’s household registration book?! And my ID card!”

Her ID card was kept in the dormitory of the welfare home, and her family's household registration book was always locked in a drawer in their own bedroom by her parents. How did they all end up in his hands?

"Marriage is a matter of whether I want to or not, not whether you agree or not." Shen Muzhi calmly handed over his household registration book and ID card.

"Mr. Shen, we also need a photo of the two of you together." The staff member said to Shen Muzhi with a smile and great politeness, "You can take a quick photo in the room inside."

Before Xiang Zhilan could react, she was helped inside, and Shen Muzhi pushed the wheelchair in.