The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Hahahaha!

Early in the morning, a burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from a house in Cloud Garden.

Ye Shusheng lay sprawled on the living room sofa, his injured leg propped up on a soft cushion. At first glance, his posture looked rather arrogant, like that of Zuo Shandiao (a famous bandit leader).

Across from him, Xia Qing, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, laughed even more wildly.

When Xia Qing woke up in the morning, she found Ye Shu lying next to her.

Oh, no, to be precise, I was lying next to Ye Shu, because this was Ye Shu's room.

She simply yawned, then turned over, rested her chin on Ye Shu's shoulder, and went back to sleep.

We're already together, so what's wrong with sleeping together? It's only natural!

Last night, after Zhi Qiu finished wiping Ye Shu's body, she naturally lay down next to Ye Shu.

When Ye Shu asked, Zhi Qiu shut her up with, "It's inconvenient for little Shu to go to the bathroom alone at night. He's prone to falling, so his older sister needs to keep an eye on him."

After getting up, Xia Qing saw Ye Shu's ankles, which were swollen like a pig's knuckle, and her own eyes also seemed a little uncomfortable, so she asked again.

Ye Shu had no choice but to tell the story of "The Story of Grain Coupons" again, a sister story to "The Story of the Ankle." The simplified version goes like this: crossing the street, getting hit by a car, but unharmed. Going down the stairs, twisting his ankle.

After Xia Qing heard this, the scene at the beginning occurred.

She laughed so hard she clutched her stomach and slumped onto the sofa, tears streaming down her face.

As she wiped away her tears, she gave Ye Shu a thumbs up:

"Okay, okay, Ye Shu, you're something else! Hahahaha, you got hit by a car and were fine, but then you twisted your ankle like this going down the stairs! Hahahaha! Amazing!"

Ye Shu watched her laughing so hard she was rolling around on the other side. Why was she... so frustrated?

If Chen Xing laughed yesterday, at least she had a bit of an awkwardness about "wanting to laugh but feeling she shouldn't, so she tried hard to hold it in, but couldn't."

But Xia Qing's laugh was purely mocking, a wide, cheeky laugh, a gloating laugh.

Ye Shu could only silently turn her face to the side, expressing her dissatisfaction with Xia without a sound.

Forget it, let's just destroy it, hurry up and do it.

Xia Qing laughed for a while before sitting up again and leaning closer to look at Ye Shu's ankle.

After a night, although the swelling had subsided considerably, it was still noticeably thicker than a normal ankle.

"Does it still hurt?"

Xia Qing gently poked at the bandage with her finger.

"It won't hurt if you don't poke it."

Ye Shu looked at the woman in front of him who was mocking him, and was speechless.

"hiss……"

Xia Qing smacked her lips, then couldn't help but smile, her voice trembling:

"But thinking about your sprained ankle... hehe... sorry, I still can't help but laugh out loud..."

At this moment, Ye Shu decided that he had to break off all contact with her for five minutes to avenge this grudge.

But sometimes, the sense of humor is just that strange. It's not a big deal, but when that urge comes, you just want to laugh, and the more you suppress it, the more you want to laugh.

Xia Qing laughed for a while longer before the encouragement gradually subsided.

"So, how long does the doctor say it will take to heal from this glorious injury? Will you really become crippled? Will you walk at 1.8 or 1.7 meters tall from now on?"

"The doctor said it will take at least ten days to two weeks to recover. A sprained ankle shouldn't make me crippled, right?"

Ye Shu achieved a score of less than one minute in the challenge of breaking off her friendship with Xia Qing. Why don't you give it a try?

"Ten days to half a month..."

Xia Qing touched her chin, then got up from the sofa and walked to Ye Shu's side. Like an older brother protecting a younger brother, she reached out and patted Ye Shu on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, just focus on recovering. The organization has already decided that I will be in charge of your daily life during your recovery period."

She even patted her chest twice:

"Get ready to experience the treatment of an emperor; you're in for a treat!"

The Emperor's treatment?

Looking at Xia Qing's expression, Ye Shu could clearly see that she was saying, "Get ready! Be grateful to me! Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in! Get ready to receive my boundless grace!"

Ye Shu had a strange, ominous feeling.

Enjoying life?

Will I really be able to enjoy happiness?

When Sister Xia Qing talks about enjoying life, does she mean she'll take care of herself until she passes away and go to the other side to enjoy life?

Seeing the suspicion in Ye Shu's eyes, Xia Qing frowned, clicked her tongue, and then turned around to face Ye Shu, who was sitting on the sofa.

One was standing, the other was sitting. Xia Qing put her hands on her hips, and her superior posture carried a sense of threatening oppression.

She bent down slightly, getting closer to Ye Shu's face, and stared into Ye Shu's eyes as she asked:

"What? You don't trust me?"

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow.

Having spent years on reading comprehension exercises, Ye Shu immediately understood: that raised eyebrow meant, "You dare say something wrong?"

Alas, it's like a dragon trapped in shallow waters being mocked by shrimp, or a tiger fallen into the plains... being bullied by Sister Xia Qing.

I'm practically disabled now, and I'm also a bit of a coward by nature. Now that I'm in their hands, what can I do?

Ye Shu could only say very sincerely:

"No! Absolutely not! I believe you unconditionally, Sister Xia Qing!"

"Then why are you frowning? Hmm? Come on, explain this to me."

Xia Qing stared at Ye Shu's perpetually furrowed brows, then reached out and touched Ye Shu's brow with her finger, asking a question.

Ye Shu sighed softly and said:

"Since your sincerity has backfired on me, could you please get off my feet first?"

"what?"

On Xia Qing's first day, she discovered that she really was stepping on Ye Shu's good foot.

"Hehe!"

Xia Qing quickly lifted her foot and laughed:

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It was purely an accident. You understand what an accident is? It can't be used as evidence to question my abilities."

Ye Shu silently wiggled her toes, a sense of despair beginning to creep into her heart.

Many years ago, Ye Shu was just a simple young man. When he played games with his roommates, his game name was "Kick the cripple's good leg".

At the time, he thought the name was so cool, so unique, so awesome! It was full of dark humor and had a playful spirit.

Who would have thought that my youthful ignorance would now bring me such karmic retribution?

He, Ye Shu, has now gloriously become that cripple. Although his good leg wasn't kicked hard, his good foot was trampled on.

Truly, karma is a wheel, and no one escapes the judgment of Heaven.

It's ironic to think back to that name now.

Ye Shu looked up at Xia Qing, who was already counting on her fingers to plan her "one-day emperor experience voucher," and then looked at his injured foot. He silently lit a row of candles for his future self in his heart.

Being an emperor is really not easy.