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"Xie Jing...you, come home with me for the New Year!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Shang Song felt incredibly clever.

Yes, that's it! Only that!

Xie Jing suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with astonishment, confusion, assessment, and even disbelief.

Shang Song said, disregarding everything else:

"Just say you're my friend! You're not going home this year and are staying here alone for the New Year, so I'm inviting you to my house! My parents are really nice and kind, they definitely won't make things difficult for you! Besides, I'll definitely be home with them during the New Year holidays, and I'll also be with you, my guest, so we'll be together the whole time, right?"

His eyes lit up as he spoke, "No need to worry about work, no need to go to the hospital, just the two of us, with my family, in a place full of life. I'll take you to see the place where I grew up, to eat my mom's cooking... Let's celebrate the New Year together like ordinary people, okay?"

Xie Jing remained silent.

Spend Chinese New Year at someone else's house.

This would be a challenge for anyone, but for someone like him with severe contact impairment and accustomed to a high degree of order, it would be an almost impossible task.

He could almost foresee the stiffness, discomfort, and even loss of composure he might experience.

The risk is high.

There are a great many variables.

Uncontrollable.

But... five months, there's really not much time left.

Moreover, as Shang Song said.

We've always been together.

The Spring Festival lasts for a week or even longer.

Where Shang Song grew up, surrounded by his family, he had to focus most of his attention on him because he was a "guest".

If you're not even willing to try this.

If you only dare to hide in the familiar Western Hills and undergo those cold and slow desensitization training.

Five months later, the outcome was almost predictable—no substantial changes would occur between them, and Shang Song would definitely leave him.

He didn't want to lose Shang Song.

After a long silence, Xie Jing finally spoke.

His Adam's apple bobbed, giving an affirmative answer:

"……good."

"After the ancestral worship ceremony, I'll go with you."

Shang Song cheered and nodded vigorously, "Okay! Don't worry! My parents are very nice people! They won't make things difficult for you! I'll treat you very well too!"

Looking at the smile on his face, Xie Jing's tightly pursed lips seemed to relax slightly, and he added softly:

"Okay. Send me the specific time and address. I'll arrange the gift details."

"good!"

Shang Song readily agreed, then, as if remembering something, asked with a grin:

"So... if you arrange the itinerary, does that mean I don't have to keep staring at my phone trying to buy high-speed rail tickets? Tickets during the Spring Festival travel rush are so hard to get; you have to set an alarm and rely on speed and luck!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of frantically tapping his phone, his expression exaggerated.

Xie Jing looked at his vivid expression, a faint smile flashing in his eyes, and nodded in affirmation: "Yes. No need."

Shang Song's smile widened, but after a couple of seconds, it froze. He hesitated, pointing at the lead car, then glanced instinctively at the rear guard, and lowered his voice:

"But... Xie Jing, how... are we going to get back? Are we... just taking this car?"

He imagined the convoy driving in a grand procession into his old, dilapidated house... the image was too beautiful to contemplate.

My parents probably think some high-ranking official is on an incognito visit.

Or... did a mafia boss come to scout the place?

The neighbors will be watching and gossiping about it for days!

Xie Jing didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it and simply hummed in agreement.

Shang Song hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head frantically:

"Well... my neighborhood is just an ordinary old community. The roads aren't particularly wide, and parking is quite scarce... Plus, if several unlicensed taxis suddenly drove in, my parents would definitely be scared! The neighbors would definitely come to watch! They'd think I'd invited some important person to their home!"

Xie Jing frowned slightly, then said:

"The lead and follow vehicles can be replaced with regular models, maintain distance, and not follow the vehicle into the residential area."

Shang Song: "...???"

Dude, the car model isn't the point!

The main point is that this configuration is ridiculously bad!

Who would bring a forward and a defender when visiting relatives?

Shang Song opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin complaining.

Lin Zhou, who had been silent like a background figure, now spoke steadily from the front row:

"Mr. Shang, please rest assured. We have multiple security plans in place for the head of the household's travels. We will select appropriate vehicles and accompanying personnel to ensure a smooth and discreet journey, and will not disturb your parents or the neighbors."

Shang Song glanced at Lin Zhou, then at Xie Jing beside him, and finally could only obediently nod: "...Oh, okay. Well, then I'll leave it to you. Just don't go overboard. My parents have strong hearts, but they might not be able to handle too much of a surprise..."

As he was talking, he suddenly found it a little funny.

Bringing Xie Jing home was probably the biggest "surprise" his parents received this year.

The conversation ended there, and the car happened to arrive at the West Mountain Gate and came to a smooth stop.

Dinner was a refined Huaiyang cuisine, light and delicious.

The two sat facing each other, with the sound of flowing water and hazy mountain shadows outside the window, and the indoor lights were warm.

While eating the crab meat lion's head meatballs, Shang Song made conversation: "Xie Jing, your chef is really good at Huaiyang cuisine too?"

"The culinary team includes a Huaiyang cuisine chef," Xie Jing said calmly, swallowing the food in his mouth. "The ingredients were air-freighted this morning."

Shang Song: "..."

Okay, let's pretend he didn't ask.

Shang Song began to bury himself in his food.

After finishing their meal, Shang Song put down his chopsticks and hesitated before asking, "Um... Xie Jing, what are we doing tomorrow?"

Xie Jing also put down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, and then calmly gave his arrangements:

"You wake up first. If we're free this afternoon, we can go to Tingxuexuan to watch a movie."

Shang Song nodded immediately, her eyes sparkling: "Okay!"

He thought to himself with a smug satisfaction that he hadn't yet properly watched a movie with Xie Jing.

Although it was in a private home theater in Xishan, lacking a certain atmosphere, it was still... a private viewing with Xie Jing!

It was pitch black! There were only the two of them!

Will Xie Jing watch it with extra focus, his profile looking devastatingly handsome under the screen light?

Could he "accidentally" spill popcorn on Xie Jing, then "frantically" help wipe it off, and take the opportunity to touch the abs hidden under his clothes?

It works even through clothes...hehehe.

Or, if you see something scary, move closer to Xie Jing.

Although Xie Jing will most likely dodge it, what if he does?!

If the atmosphere is right, Xie Jing might just impulsively allow him to lean on her... hehehe.

Hehehe...

Shang Song had already imagined eight hundred different versions of the drama unfolding in his mind. He even secretly took out his phone and smugly posted a message in the group chat:

Guys, I'm meeting Professor Xie tomorrow afternoon for a movie screening, a private theater, just the two of us, so "cool" so "cool".