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

"Why should I go to your place?! Xie Jing, wake up! We've broken up! What you're doing is illegal detention! It's kidnapping!"

Xie Jing did not react to these words.

He simply let Shang Song pull him along, then lowered his eyes again, silently watching Shang Song's thin body nestled against him.

Shang Song's body was warm and still trembling, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

The distance is too close.

His muscle memory screamed for defense and disengagement, but he simply watched quietly, forcing himself to feel Shang Song's trembling approach.

Seeing that he remained silent, only staring at him with those unfathomable eyes, Shang Song's grip on Xie Jing's collar tightened and loosened repeatedly. Finally, as if venting his anger, he shook him violently. "Say something! What do you want?!"

Xie Jing was slightly jolted by his movements, but remained silent.

Shang Song was furious and grabbed Xie Jing's collar even harder, as if he wanted to lift Xie Jing up.

He tried his best, but... he couldn't lift it.

So he stopped pressuring her. He simply grabbed Xie Jing, turned, and yelled at the driver and passenger seats, "Hey! You! Did you see that?! Your boss is crazy! He's committing a crime! You just stood by and watched?! You're accomplices too! You'll go to jail!"

driver:"……"

Lin Zhou: "..."

Lin Zhou remained seated upright, his neck not even slightly turning; the driver was as steady as a mountain, seemingly oblivious to the commotion in the back seat.

"Do you even realize the consequences of what you're doing?! I'm calling the police! I'm definitely calling the police to arrest you!"

driver:"……"

Lin Zhou: "..."

The front seat remained deathly silent, with only the faint sound of the air conditioning vents.

Seeing their lack of response, Shang Song's heart sank to the bottom, yet he still screamed defiantly, finally blurting out, "Are you deaf?! Can't you hear me?! You bastards who aid and abet evil!"

Xie Jing, who had been silent all along, finally frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the front seat.

Too noisy.

It may affect your ability to concentrate on driving.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly interrupting Shang Song's incessant rant:

"Lin Zhou".

"Yes, Master."

Lin Zhou's respectful, almost rigid, response immediately came from the front seat, a form of address that even made the emotionally agitated Shang Song choke for a moment.

Head of the family? What kind of head of the family? What era is this title from?

However, before he could think it through, and almost at the same time Lin Zhou finished speaking, his finger gently pressed the control button on the passenger side.

"Buzz—"

A thick, heavy-duty soundproof barrier rises smoothly and quickly from behind the front seats.

Shang Song twisted his head, his body stiff, and watched as the partition rose to the top, completely separating the space between the front and back seats. The fingers gripping Xie Jing's clothes seemed to suddenly lose their strength.

He snapped back to his senses and turned to look at Xie Jing.

Eyes facing each other.

Xie Jing's eyes remained frighteningly calm, devoid of any extra emotion. He simply gazed at him silently, like a still lake or a vast ocean.

Shang Song felt a chill run down his spine from that icy gaze. He abruptly released his grip, sprang back, and pressed himself tightly against the other car door, as if he wanted to get as far away from this man as possible, even the way his subordinates addressed him in such a strange way.

He looked around in alarm. Outside the car window, he realized that the car had somehow completely left the city and was now winding its way up a mountain road.

There were no streetlights, only the dark outlines of mountains on both sides. Occasionally, the wind would blow through the woods, making a wailing sound like ghosts crying. Even the headlights of the car occasionally flashed past the reflective road signs, appearing eerily white.

This godforsaken place, how could Xie Jing possibly live here! This is practically a road leading into the mountains!

"!!!" Shang Song gasped silently in fright. He shrank back in the back seat, no longer looking at the terrifying night view of the deep mountains, and frantically groped for his coat pocket.

Cell phone! Yes, cell phone!

Call the police! Yes! He's calling the police! Immediately! Right now!

He fumbled around for a while before finally pulling his phone out of his coat pocket.

His hands were shaking so badly that he pressed the power button on the side with his fingertips.

no response.

The screen is black.

His heart sank, and he pressed the button several more times, even trying the forced restart combination key.

The phone remained unresponsive, like a black brick.

The power's out? How could that be... He clearly remembered having plenty of power before he took a shower!

He gripped the black brick, his hands trembling even more violently. His mind went blank, and only his heart pounded in his chest.

Just then, a very faint electronic sound came from beside me.

Shang Song subconsciously looked up and saw Xie Jing lightly tap the control panel on the side door. Then, the armrest box between them slowly rose, and a small section of the smooth wood trim panel silently slid open, revealing an exquisite wireless charging pad recess underneath.

Xie Jing's gaze swept calmly over the lifeless phone in Shang Song's hand, then returned to his pale face, his tone indifferent:

"Charge first."

Shang Song: "..."

He looked down at the brick in his hand, then up at the wireless charger that read "Put your phone up here and you'll be saved," and then at Xie Jing's calm face that didn't seem like he was being kidnapped...

...So thoughtful.

It's so thoughtful it gives you goosebumps and chills down your spine.

Shang Song felt that Xie Jing might... really be a little abnormal.

It's the kind of abnormality where someone does the most outrageous things but thinks they're perfectly normal.

He held the cold phone, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

My phone's dead, I've been dragged into this remote, desolate mountain forest, with my ex-boyfriend whose mental state is a mystery to me sitting next to me—could things get any worse?!

If you put it on to charge, it will turn on, and there's even a chance it will alarm.

Let's try anything, even if it seems hopeless.

He looked at the wireless charger, and finally, with a determined heart, placed his phone on it, but his hand didn't leave the phone. He was afraid that this was a trap set by Xie Jing to confiscate his phone.

He stiffly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the phone, but his body shrank into the corner, secretly watching Xie Jing.

Xie Jing had already leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were spacing out or taking a nap.

Suddenly, whether it was moonlight or the headlights of the rear guard car, it swept across Xie Jing's incomparably handsome face, which seemed unreal. The white light flashed and was inexplicably pale and terrifying. Shang Song belatedly realized something and swallowed hard twice in fright.

"You...you..." His voice trembled as he stammered, "They just called you something like 'family head'...and you brought me to this desolate wilderness...you wouldn't...you wouldn't be some kind of illegal organization, planning to kill me and bury me somewhere, would you...?"