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

While saying that she was not so easily fooled, Shang Song was already wondering how well-done the Wagyu beef was.

He was half-hug, half-carried and pressed down onto the chair.

Looking at the plate of perfectly roasted Wagyu beef, Shang Song decided to finish eating first and then settle the bill.

After the staff finished preparing, they quickly left. Xie Jing basically served Shang Song the whole time, while he himself ate very little.

By the time we finished our barbecue, it was almost 11 p.m.

Shang Song, rubbing his round belly, looked at Xie Jing sitting opposite him, slowly wiping the corner of his lips, and suddenly called out, "Hey! Xie Jing!"

Xie Jing looked at him: "Hmm?"

Shang Song stared at him as if he were looking at some running antique, and asked, "Are you going back to Xishan tonight?"

"Wait!" Before Xie Jing could answer, he suddenly shouted, pressing his chopsticks against the edge of the baking pan. "You dare say you'll go back! I'll dump this whole plate of meat on your head right now!"

His small apartment only has one bed, so if Xie Jing stays, he'll have to sleep with him!

Xie Jing lowered his eyes, glanced at the chopsticks Shang Song had placed on the grill, and then looked around at Shang Song's small apartment.

The apartment isn't big, and it was recently cleaned, so it's fairly tidy.

But he raised his hand and gently pressed it on Shang Song's hand that was holding the chopsticks. "I can't rest here."

Shang Song tried to stand up, but felt Xie Jing holding him down. Xie Jing gradually applied pressure, forcing him to remain seated.

Shang Song was so angry that he abruptly withdrew his hand and snorted.

Xie Jing explained, "If I rest here, the security personnel will have to stay in the car all night. It's snowing outside, and it's too cold."

Shang Song froze, and subconsciously looked downstairs, as if he could see the convoy parked downstairs through the wall.

That's true. Xie Jing's status is extraordinary, so it's indeed not appropriate to sleep at his place casually.

He turned back dejectedly, "...Oh."

Xie Jing glanced at his watch; it was indeed very late. He looked at Shang Song and said, "Let's go to Cloud Top."

Shang Song put down his chopsticks, angrily pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said irritably, "Then go ahead, take care."

Go ahead, go ahead! Go sleep in your luxury mansion!

Xie Jing poured a cup of digestive tea and pushed it in front of Shang Song, saying, "The master bedroom at Yunding is large enough to fit two quilts."

Shang Song's lowered gaze suddenly lifted from the cup of tea in front of him and landed on Xie Jing's face.

What does that mean?

Two quilts?

Is Xie Jing asking him to come to Genting Highlands tonight and sleep in the master bedroom together?

Xie Jing remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the small apartment again before meeting Shang Song's eyes. "From now on, we'll live together in Cloud Top."

In the future? Will we live together in Genting Highlands?

Shang Song was so shocked his jaw almost dropped. He blurted out, "You mean living together?!"

Xie Jing nodded.

Shang Song couldn't believe it and asked again, "...Does this mean we'll sleep together from now on? You're not just going to put me in the guest room?"

Xie Jing nodded again, "Yeah, let's sleep together, so you won't have to go out for late-night snacks with your suitors later."

Shang Song: "..."

At this moment, Shang Song couldn't get angry at all. Xie Jing... actually wanted to live with him!

Or did they proactively suggest moving to Genting Highlands?

He picked up the digestive tea in front of him and sipped it slowly for a while before regaining his sense of reason for leaving.

"But didn't you complain about the crowds in the city center and not being used to living in Genting Highlands? Also, what about your restoration of ancient books?" Shang Song asked tentatively.

Xie Jing also took a sip of tea. "Now I want to see you every day even more."

He put the teacup back on the table, lifted his gaze from the sloshing tea, and fixed it on Shang Song's face. "West Mountain is too far, and the weekend is too short."

Shang Song was completely stunned.

Xie Jing shifted his gaze slightly, landing on the potted green ivy on Shang Song's balcony, and added, "As for work, floors 86 and 87 of the Cloud Top are my private library and restoration room."

Shang Song suddenly recalled that when Xie Jing took him to the elevator a few times before, there were indeed several buttons on that row, but he thought they were public floors or other people's homes. It turned out that those floors were all Xie Jing's private property.

Even so, Genting Highlands is still far inferior to the conditions at West Hill.

Because Xie Jing has quite a few staff members around him, especially security personnel.

Still worried, Shang Song asked again, "Are you really safe staying in Genting Highlands?"

Xie Jing smiled and reached out to smooth the stray hairs on Shang Song's forehead. "There are staff residences on floors 78-80, and they also have their own separate access."

He added, "As for the nearby buildings, there are also checkpoints."

Shang Song's head unconsciously followed the large hand that was gently stroking him. His ears were red, and he didn't say anything, perhaps because he was too shocked to speak.

Xie Jing looked at his blank expression and ruffled his soft hair. "Don't worry about my safety. Besides, Genting is closer to your workplace."

"From now on, you don't need to worry about commuting; Lin Zhou will arrange everything. You just need to come back to me after get off work, that's all."

Shang Song's head was spinning from being rubbed, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Moving to the top of the mountain means losing the freedom of living in a small apartment, but... Xu Zhao and Shen Yan have only known each other for a few days, and they're already going to live together in H City!

Moreover, I won't have to wait until the weekend to see Xie Jing every day. Even though there are two blankets at night, we'll still sleep together!

"Well..." Shang Song picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp to bolster his courage, "Tonight... I'll try sleeping with him first."

The suitcase that Shang Song dragged in was brought in and then dragged out again.

Shang Song glanced around his small apartment one last time and reminded Xie Jing to remember to bring the pothos plant from his balcony when they came to move in tomorrow.

Xie Jing agreed.

When the car returned to Yunding, it was already past midnight. Shang Song washed off the smell of barbecue and climbed into the master bedroom. Xie Jing was already asleep on one side.

The master bedroom at Genting Highlands is ridiculously large, and the bed is ridiculously large too.

Shang Song curled up in the quilt and looked at Xie Jing, who was half a meter away, in another quilt.

Xie Jing can now accept kisses and hugs quite naturally... other things should be on the agenda now.

Thinking of this, Shang Song couldn't hold back any longer. He rolled over and, without saying a word, hugged Xie Jing's waist through the blanket.

Xie Jing stiffened slightly, then relaxed and let him hold her.

Shang Song buried her face in the blanket, her voice filled with obvious envy and complaint: "Xie Jing, do you know! Xu Zhao and Shen Yan have only known each other for half a month, and they've already... already done *that*!"

In front of Xie Jing, he couldn't bring himself to use those terms, so he could only use "that thing" instead.

"We've been going around in circles for two years! Two years! When are you going to get married?!"

Xie Jing reached his hand out from under the covers, patted Shang Song's back, and asked earnestly, "Which one?"

Shang Song: "..."

He was so angry he wanted to bite someone.

"Hehe, blockhead, go to sleep, goodnight."

He let go, angrily traversed the mountains and valleys, returned to his side, and pulled the blanket up to cover his head.

Xie Jing lay there, staring at the ceiling. His other hand was under the blanket, gently covering his left abdomen, his brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, he moved to Shang Song's side, lifted the blanket covering Shang Song's head, and asked in a low voice:

"Is it about marriage?"