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

Shang Song rushed out of the elevator, quickly crossed the lobby and the small garden, slipped through the east side door onto the sidewalk, and ran towards the main entrance of Cloud Top.

When he finally reached the main gate of Cloud Top, panting heavily, he immediately saw Xu Zhao looking up at the tall building, his neck almost breaking from looking up.

"Here you are!" Shang Song waved.

"Damn it, Shang Xiaosong!" Xu Zhao lunged forward instantly, grabbing him by the neck with her elbow. "Is this a place for you to live?"

"Xu Lao Er, let go!" Shang Song, his hair disheveled from barely escaping from Xu Zhao's arm, cried out, "Why can't this be Dad's place?!"

Shen Yan stood behind Xu Zhao, watching them make a fuss, smiled with pursed lips, and said nothing.

After Shang Song and Xu Zhao had been laughing and joking for a while, the eldest and third brothers' taxis arrived.

"Boss! Third brother!" Shang Song greeted them immediately.

"Fourth brother!" The eldest brother got out of the car first, and subconsciously began to look up at the towering main building on the cloud-top: "This building is so tall!"

The third brother was a bit thinner than before, but his complexion was still good. "Brother Song!"

Once everyone had arrived, the group headed east. When they reached the east gate, two staff members were already waiting. Upon seeing them, they bowed and led the way: "Mr. Shang, Mr. Lin sent us to meet you. Gentlemen, this way please."

Two staff members led the group through a private entrance, across a small garden, and into the lobby, where the elevators were already in operation.

The group got on the elevator.

Watching the floor numbers jump rapidly, Xu Zhao couldn't help but nudge Shang Song with her elbow: "Professor Xie doesn't live on the top floor, does he? Does he own the entire floor? Otherwise, how could he have a separate entrance and elevator?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Song turned to look at him, his expression subtle. He secretly glanced at the two staff members, then quietly lowered his voice: "Not just one floor! It's floors 78-88! They're all his!"

His tone was subtle yet excited; finally, he wasn't the only one who had become numb to Xie Jing's world, day after day.

The third brother chimed in, "Got it! Brother Song has now achieved a leap in social class!"

"Leap forward my ass!" Shang Song's face flushed, and forgetting about the staff, she retorted instinctively, "These all belong to Professor Xie! I'm just staying here temporarily! I'm just a low-level artist earning 15,000 a month! Is it shameful to have my boyfriend provide for me?"

Xu Zhao and Shang Song put their arms around each other's shoulders and chuckled, "What's shameful about it? It's glorious! Shang Xiaosong has married into a wealthy family, and we brothers are enjoying the good life with her! It's great!"

"Stop!" Shang Song instantly bristled, making a big X with her hands in front of her chest. "I can't marry anyone! Don't talk nonsense! I'm just in a relationship! In a relationship! Understand?!"

Recently, Xie Jing has been acting strangely, constantly bringing up marriage in front of him.

He agreed to move to Genting Highlands because he wanted to see Xie Jing every day, feel Xie Jing's warmth, and sleep together in each other's arms at night!

He is already very satisfied!

More...

Forget it, I can't afford it.

If the other party hadn't been Xie Jing, given their class difference, he would have run away eight hundred times over.

The eldest brother looked at Shang Song's stubborn expression and said, "Fine, fine, you won't marry me. But do you even know this place? Don't lead us astray and accidentally stumble into some secret vault, or we'll be arrested as spies."

"Uh..." Shang Song was momentarily speechless. He had only moved in a few days ago, and his activity range was basically the fixed route from the 88th floor to the garage. He was really not familiar with the other floors.

He scratched his head. "To be honest, I'm quite unfamiliar with this place too. The elevators here are even divided into different classes, and I'm not really sure which one goes to which floor... But there are staff members! We won't get lost!"

Seeing that he was an even more unfamiliar person than they were, the brothers' initial awkwardness caused by the overly luxurious environment vanished, and the atmosphere became lively again.

The elevator dinged, indicating that the 85th floor had been reached.

The door opened, and a bright and spacious view appeared.

The setting sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the elegant front hall in a warm golden light.

Xie Jing was already wearing that smoky gray coat and was standing in that soft light.

He has an upright posture and an elegant demeanor.

He turned his head at the sound, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally landing on Shang Song, who was still winking and making faces at his brothers at the very front.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Shang Song, who was only wearing a thin sweater, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Before Shang Song could react further, he walked up to her, reached out, and very naturally smoothed the unruly strand of hair on her forehead.

Then, he leaned down slightly and said in a low voice, loud enough for everyone present to hear, "Go down and greet them, without even putting on your coat."

The moment the words left her lips, her warm lips gently landed on Shang Song's smooth forehead.

They parted as quickly as they touched, as naturally as the most ordinary intimacy between lovers.

Shang Song: "!!!"

He was completely stunned.

My blood rushed to my head, my ears felt like they were on fire, and my mind was racing:

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

What happened to me taking the initiative?!

Why isn't Xie Jing following the script?!

Behind him, the group of brothers witnessed the aloof and abstinent professor personally tidying Shang Song's hair and kissing his forehead, and they were completely dumbfounded.

The eldest brother's glasses slipped down to the bridge of his nose.

The second child's mouth was open in an "O" shape.

The third child's pupils were in shock.

Shen Yan pretended to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Xie Jing, who had caused the accident, straightened up and calmly glanced at the group of young people with interesting expressions behind Shang Song, then nodded slightly.

"Welcome, everyone."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Shang Song, who was still in a daze in his arms. A clear smile flickered in his eyes, and his tone softened:

"Songsong has mentioned you several times. Don't be shy tonight, make sure you have a great time."

Hearing "Songsong" from above, Shang Song barely snapped out of his daze. He subconsciously looked up and could only see Xie Jing's impeccable jawline. When he turned back, he met the complicated gazes of his brothers.

Everyone's eyes seemed to speak volumes.

Eldest brother: Well done, fourth brother. You said you were treating us to dinner, but you were just waiting for us here.

Second brother: Good heavens! Shang Xiaosong, you've got a big one coming up!

Third brother: Song-ge, are you filming an idol drama?! Going all this way?!

He belatedly realized that his grand plan to avenge himself seemed to have... succeeded?!

Even so... why is his heart beating so fast and his legs so weak?!

hateful!

Xie Jing definitely did it on purpose!