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

This collaboration has a touch of fantasy; proceed with caution if you are sensitive to such things.

one year later.

When Shang Song worked at Qingguo, he was still that junior artist.

No one knew he was Xie Jing's legal partner; they just thought of him as an ordinary employee with a super-rich boyfriend.

After get off work, he was a businessman who would sit back and wait for his dividends.

Shen Yan was doing very well in the project team, and other project departments were trying to poach him. This made General Manager Wang so anxious that he kept a close eye on him every day and forbade him from talking too much with the heads of other Qingguo project departments.

Even the people from the South China branch, who had previous communication records with Shen Yan, wanted to borrow Shen Yan for a few months, but General Manager Wang ruthlessly rejected their request.

Xu Lao Er opened five braised food shops. He opened a No. 2 shop next to Qingguo and was in charge of it himself. The main shop was still in the same location, where Grandpa Xu was in charge, while Dad Xu went around to monitor the food quality of the other three shops.

The third brother launched two mini-programs. One of them didn't make much of a splash, while the other has a stable user base and is starting to show some signs of profitability.

The eldest student has already decided to pursue a combined Master's and PhD program. Every day in the group chat, he complains that he doesn't want to continue his studies and wants to get close to Shang Song, but in the blink of an eye, he starts sharing obscure academic papers.

That day, Shang Song went back to Genting Highlands after get off work.

As the car turned into the street with the underground entrance, a newly opened shop suddenly caught his attention.

Warm yellow light streamed from the glass shop window. The shop sign was made of simple wood with an extremely beautiful handwritten script: "Xiao Yu has fish to eat every day." Next to it was a playful little fish and an adorable cat paw print.

Shang Song became interested in the cat pet store.

He wanted to buy Xie Jing a cat.

"Brother Zhang, pull over for a bit, I need to get out and take a look," Shang Song said to the driver, Brother Zhang.

The car came to a smooth stop.

Shang Song got out of the car and walked towards the pet store.

Wind chimes hung on the glass door, and the interior was decorated in a very... elegant manner.

The natural wood shelves, soft cushions, and a few green plants make it look more like a sophisticated furniture store than a traditional pet store.

Even the cats are few and far between, only two or three, roaming freely indoors.

However, those cats weren't particularly good-looking.

They don't look like branded cats; they're more like rescued stray cats, some of them still bearing old wounds.

But they looked at each other peacefully, their fur was clean, and it was clear that they were well taken care of.

Then, Shang Song's gaze was fixed on the scene behind the counter.

There was a man sitting there, holding a white, long-haired cat.

Even though Xie Jing himself is incredibly handsome, and even though Shang Song has 18 layers of filters for Xie Jing, he has to admit that the man in front of him is in no way inferior to Xie Jing.

Not only her appearance, but even her classical temperament... is superior.

Even the cat in his arms was almost too beautiful.

It is a pink and white long-haired cat.

Its round eyes were a clear gold, and its long white hair seemed to glow in the light.

At this moment, the cat is tilting its head back, its ears twitching wildly, its paws pointing at the cat treats on the counter, and it is making pitiful meowing noises.

Anyone who sees this would want to immediately tear open 100 cat treats for the cat.

However, the man remained unmoved, even pushing the cat treat on the counter a little further away to avoid the cat's rubbing attack. His voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of mountain water flowing, "No, Xiaoyu, you can't eat this."

Looking at the incredibly beautiful cat trying its best to beg for food, and then at the man, Shang Song instantly felt that it was time for him, Shang Duoyu, to make a move.

He walked over in a few steps. "It's so cute, just give it some if it wants to eat it. It's just a cat treat."

Such an adorable cat! It deserves cat treats! It deserves canned food!

The man holding the cat slowly raised his eyes and looked at Shang Song.

Shang Song instantly became a fan of good looks.

I was already amazed by her profile view, but seeing her full face now is even more breathtaking.

The man before me had a calm and composed demeanor, and an aloof and refined air.

In some ways, she even seemed more otherworldly and detached from worldly affairs than Xie Jing.

Like a true immortal.

It is truly impeccable.

He looked at Shang Song, his thin lips parted slightly, "He can't eat it. Cat treats are unhealthy for him."

"It's not that serious!" Shang Song thought this person was good-looking, but too stingy, not at all as generous as Xie Jing. "What's wrong with such an adorable cat eating a cat treat?"

When the long-haired cat heard someone speaking to it, it blinked its big golden eyes, tilted its head, and launched an adorable attack on Shang Song.

Shang Song's heart melted: "Boss, how much is this cat? I'll buy it! I'll take it home and feed it cat treats every day! I'll give it the best and most expensive canned food!"

Upon hearing this, the man holding the cat's gaze towards Shang Song suddenly turned cold.

Then, he looked back at the cat in his arms that was trying to sneak up on the cat treats, and the coldness in his eyes completely melted away.

He raised his hand and pressed down the cat's two restless front paws before looking at Shang Song again, continuing in that clear, crisp voice:

"Not for sale."

His large hand gently stroked the kitten in his arms. "And the shop owner is Xiao Yu."

Shang Song: "???"

Xiao Yu?

Is that the white cat in his arms, acting all cute for a cat treat?

Is the shop owner a cat?

This person is good-looking, but why does he speak so strangely?

Shang Song found it difficult to communicate with this person.

He glanced at the other cats leisurely pacing around the shop. "Okay, then I won't buy the 'shop owner,' I'm here to buy a cat. Do you sell any other cats here?"

Upon hearing this, the man's gaze lingered on Shang Song's face for a moment, as if he could see into people's hearts, assessing whether Shang Song was qualified to take the cat away from the store.

Two seconds later, the man spoke:

"The cats here are not for sale."

"If you're destined to be with them, you can take them home, but you must treat the cat well."

He tapped the white cat's pink nose with his long, slender, and jade-like fingertips. The white cat meowed in dissatisfaction and turned its head to face him with the back of its head.

He then added with a smile, "Apart from the shop owner, even if you're destined to, you can't take it away."

Shang Song: "..."

Okay, we don't sell cats here.

Adoption depends on fate.

He glanced around the store, his eyes sweeping over the few cats roaming around inside. They all seemed quite friendly, but none of them seemed to particularly appeal to him.

"Is this all?" Shang Song asked.

"There are still some upstairs," the man replied, "They are under quarantine or receiving treatment and cannot move around freely for the time being."

It turned out to be the case.

It seems this place is more like a rescue station and adoption center.

Shang Song thought about Xie Jing for a moment, then made his decision, "I want a little orange tabby cat, do you have any? Something lively and healthy."

The man nodded slightly: "There's one upstairs. I found it a while ago. It's still receiving treatment. Once its condition stabilizes in a couple of days, you can come and take a look again."

"Okay, okay." Shang Song nodded. It seemed he wouldn't be able to bring the kitten home today.

He turned to leave, but couldn't help turning back to look at the excessively beautiful white cat in the man's arms, and asked unwillingly, "You really won't sell this 'shop owner'? I'll offer a high price!"

"Not for sale." The man answered without the slightest hesitation, his tone even cold.

At the same time, the white cat in his arms turned its head and glared "fiercely" at Shang Song with its large, clear golden eyes, then let out a "fierce" meow, as if to say:

Not for sale!