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

Shang Song didn't want to talk to Xie Jing anymore.

This concerns a man's dignity; it's a matter of principle.

It's an insult.

It's slander.

It's discrimination.

"Little, little, little..." Shang Song couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. "Xie Jing! You bastard!"

Xie Jing replied calmly, "Hmm?"

"How dare you say I'm young!" Shang Song was so ashamed and indignant that he wanted to die.

Xie Jing countered, "What's wrong with an objective description?"

"Objective my ass!" Shang Song almost jumped out of bed, but the cast and dizziness restricted him, so he could only wave his hands in vain. "How is it objective! Ah!"

Xie Jing's lips curved upwards again, very quickly, but Shang Song noticed!

That hypocrite! He's smiling, just as he thought!

"In a coma, the smooth muscle of the corpus cavernosum is completely relaxed, and its volume naturally shrinks, presenting a more..."

"……delicate."

"This is a normal physiological phenomenon and has nothing to do with functional size in a conscious state. I am stating an observational fact and have no intention of insulting anyone."

Shang Song: "………………"

He felt like his brain was about to explode and his whole body was about to spontaneously combust.

"You...you..." You were so angry that your chest heaved, and you couldn't continue.

He lay down on the bed, pulled back the covers, closed his eyes, and completely ignored everyone.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, Xie Jing would get so angry that he would take off his pants on the spot to compare sizes.

That would be even more embarrassing.

Xie Jing didn't bother him anymore. He tucked him in, patted him gently through the blanket, sat back down at the table, and reopened his laptop.

The weather was great the day I was discharged from the hospital.

Shang Song was wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket by Xie Jing and carried directly from the hospital's VIP passage into the car.

This time he didn't struggle much, only muttering a complaint: "Master Xie, you're spoiling me. What if I can't walk anymore?"

Xie Jing's arm steadily supported him, and upon hearing this, she merely lowered her head slightly, her lips brushing against his earlobe:

"Then don't leave."

Shang Song's heart skipped a beat, and he remained silent.

As the car entered the underground parking garage of Cloud Top, Shang Song was carried out of the car and noticed that there seemed to be more security personnel around Xie Jing than before.

The elevator is going up.

When the elevator doors slid open, Shang Song thought he had gone to the wrong floor.

Upon closer inspection, the entire living room on the 88th floor is covered with soft anti-collision strips around the edges of all the furniture, and even the carpet has been replaced with a thicker one, providing better cushioning in case of a fall.

Next to the king-size bed in the master bedroom, there was an adjustable leg support, and even a repositioning machine suspended on a ceiling track to help him move around.

"This is..." Shang Song was carefully placed on the bed. He looked around and was a little amused and exasperated. "Thank you, sir. I only have a fracture, not complete paralysis."

Xie Jing was kneeling on the bed, adjusting the pressure-relieving pillow for him, when he heard this he just glanced at him and said: "Avoid the prophecy."

Shang Song made a zipper-like gesture with his finger to his mouth, lay down obediently, and started playing mobile games.

The electric wheelchair was delivered three days later.

With sleek lines and a strong sense of technology.

The seats are ergonomically designed, and the armrests integrate smart touchscreens that can control speed, direction, height, and even connect to the home's smart system.

Shang Song immediately got excited, riding his bike around the living room twice, exclaiming, "This is so cool!!!"

He turned to Xie Jing excitedly, "Can it climb stairs?"

"There's an elevator at the top of the mountain," Xie Jing replied casually, but Shang Song understood—don't even think about it.

"Oh..." Shang Song was a little disappointed, but quickly became excited again, "Then where can it go?"

"Floors 80 to 88, all areas open to you." Xie Jing walked over, bent down, and tapped the touchscreen on the wheelchair to bring up a 3D floor map. Accessible areas were highlighted in green. "Floors 78-80 are staff areas, don't go there. The rest is up to you."

His finger traced across the map. "All thresholds have been upgraded to be barrier-free, and the carpets have been treated to be non-slip, but you must keep your speed low, turn slowly, and go through doorways slowly. I'll have someone follow you, or..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I will try my best."

Shang Song looked at the large green areas on the map.

The building has 80 to 88 floors, a total of nine floors, each floor is ridiculously large, enough to keep him entertained for a long time.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie!" He quickly leaned over and kissed Xie Jing on the cheek.

Xie Jing was slightly taken aback by his sudden attack, then he raised his hand and ruffled his hair. "Be careful."

"Don't worry!" Shang Song couldn't wait to maneuver his wheelchair and nimbly glided into the elevator.

Initially, Shang Song's activities were limited to the living room and the rooftop sunroom, but later he began to explore the floors below.

"Xie Jing! The starry sky ceiling in your home theater can even display a model of the Milky Way! It's so realistic!"

"Xie Jing! Is there a mechanism on that bookshelf at the very back of your library?! I think I pressed something!"

"Xie Jing! Xie Jing! The orchids in the sunroom are all in bloom! Come with me to see them!"

Xie Jing did indeed try his best.

Sometimes, while Shang Song was exploring the library, he would organize his notes on ancient book restoration at his workbench.

When Shang Song returns excitedly, he takes him to "witness" the new discovery, and then he stays by Shang Song's wheelchair and plays with him for a while.

Shang Song really liked this feeling.

Injury doesn't seem to be all bad; Xie Jing's attention is almost entirely focused on him.

As the swelling in his ankle subsided and his strength gradually returned, Shang Song explored even wider territories.

A tea room, a fitness area, and a heated swimming pool are hidden behind a green wall.

Although he can only look at the latter two for now.

When Xie Jing was away, the people he had arranged would always diligently guard him.

Sometimes it was Lin Zhou, sometimes it was people with other surnames, but what they all had in common was that they all called Xie Jing "Master of the House".

They would remind him that he needed to rest, drink water, and do some simple rehabilitation exercises.

The water glass is always at the right temperature, and the fruit is always peeled and cut into pieces.

The books he wanted to read and the games he wanted to play were always delivered to him very quickly.

At night, Xie Jing would still carefully hold him as he fell asleep, his arms steady and his embrace warm.

But occasionally, when Shang Song was alone at night, listening to the steady breathing around him, he would feel a vague unease.

This is perfect.

He seemed to have become a giant panda that Xie Jing kept on the mountaintop.

However, he quickly adjusted himself.

After all, he is a patient now.

Is it acceptable to be taken care of too closely, even excessively?