Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

"Thank you, young master. You're so fast?" The butler glanced at the time in surprise. It was only five minutes.

Xie Shirong nodded and said, "I was at the door just now. Is Master Wu upstairs? I'll go up first."

"Yes, do you need to eat now, or with the owner?"

"No, no, I'll just have dinner later."

Waving to the housekeeper, Xie Shirong ran up the stairs and knocked on the door of Duan Wu's study.

Duan Wu's bedroom is connected to the back of the study and there is no door leading directly to the stairwell.

Soon the automatic door slowly opened, and Xie Shirong walked into the bedroom as if he knew the way, and found Duan Wu was still changing clothes.

"Fifth Master."

He walked forward quickly and pulled Duan Wu's twisted sleeves. Although he couldn't exercise for many years, he never stopped doing upper body strength training.

Xie Shirong now looked much stronger than when Duan Wu first met him a few months ago. Duan Wu pinched his well-developed biceps with envy on his face.

Duan Wu glanced at him and said nothing.

No one would have thought that Duan Wu, who is so cold and ruthless in the business world, would send kitten emoticons to others on his mobile phone.

Seeing Duan Wu was about to put on his shoes, Xie Shirong walked around to the front of the wheelchair and squatted down. He carefully pulled up his socks and put them on for him.

In fact, Duan Wu can take care of 90% of his daily life by himself.

After the doctor determined that it would be difficult for him to recover, in order to avoid being carried around in an awkward position, he adapted as quickly as possible and mastered how to use the strength of his arms and spine to complete his daily needs.

Because of this, his arm muscles and strength are extremely developed. Xie Shirong is envious, and he grits his teeth with exhaustion even when lifting a 20kg empty bar.

Standing up, Xie Shirong looked him up and down, and felt that something was out of place.

Seeing his strange expression, Duan Wu lowered his head and glanced around himself, but didn't find anything wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"These pants look a bit wrinkled, which doesn't suit your temperament very well, Master Wu."

"cough."

Duan Wu coughed lightly in a rare awkward manner.

He was indeed lazy and did not change his pants during his nap.

After all, wearing pants is the most troublesome thing for him. Sometimes when he doesn't go out, he will choose not to change them.

Xie Shirong took out a pair of pants of similar color from the closet and made a decision for Duan Wu.

"Change it, Master Wu, we'll go out and play in the afternoon."

Duan Wu couldn't refuse the young man's expectant gaze. He rubbed his brows. The boss also had headaches.

Despite years of muscle massage and maintenance, ten years of wheelchair life has inevitably caused mild atrophy of his right leg.

Duan Wu didn't want anyone to see his fragile and broken side.

Skillfully supporting himself with the bed board, he moved from the wheelchair to the bedside, unbuckled the belt around his waist, and glanced at Xie Shirong.

"You go out first."

Xie Shirong rarely refused Duan Wu's request, but this time it was different. He squatted down, put his hands on his legs, and looked at him sincerely.

"Master Wu, I'm here to help you. I really want to do something for you."

He had never seen Duan Wu's injured leg before. After seeing the severity of the deformation with his own eyes, Xie Shirong finally understood how this powerful man had managed to escape from the brink of life and death.

Touching the smooth but lifeless skin, Xie Shirong suddenly realized that everything he was facing was just like that.

Looking at the man's resolute face, he didn't know whether his strange thoughts were right.

He was his nominal relative, but he couldn't help but develop feelings for him that he shouldn't have.

"Does it still hurt now?"

Xie Shirong knew that Duan Wu's legs were not completely numb. He heard from the housekeeper that in the first few years, he would roll around in pain on the bed every night and could not sleep all night.

"Occasionally, like on rainy days."

“I really hate rainy days.”

Xie Shirong added a sentence and heard a chuckle beside his ear. He looked up and saw Duan Wu's slightly frowning smile, and his heart was filled with satisfaction.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat strange and eerie, and Duan Wu could sense the deteriorating emotions of the young man in front of him.

But he did not point out that if the gap between the superior and the superior is too big, the care and help given by the superior will bring endless dependence to the other person. Is this necessarily love?

People who have not experienced true love will always confuse this dependence with love.

He didn't want Xie Shirong to misjudge his feelings when he was still immature and not expose his little thoughts.

After fastening the belt around his waist, Xie Shirong rubbed his nose.

He seemed to have accidentally bumped into something just now, and there seemed to be some movement.

So it didn't hurt there?

With this matter in his mind, Xie Shirong couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

……

Ever since Duan Wu acquiesced to Xie Shirong's intimate approach, the distance between the two became closer.

Xie Shirong simply chose to take a nearly 30-kilometer drive back to the manor to accompany Duan Wu after get off work every day.

No matter what time he got home, the light in Duan Wu's study was always on waiting for him.

Xie Shirong gradually became addicted to this feeling and became more and more urgent about the development of "Survival Plan".

Duan Minzhu finally figured out the time when Xie Shirong got off work, and waited for him when his driver went to the garage to drive.

"You haven't been home for almost a year. Do you remember your last name?"

Even after such a long separation, Duan Minzhu still hasn't recognized the current situation, and her tone is still the same impatience and preaching as she remembered.

"I don't need to have the last name Xie. If you need it, I can give me any last name, Wang, Li, Zhang, or Zhao."

In ten months, Xie Shirong had been transformed and was taller than before. However, no matter how hard the chef tried, he just couldn't fatten him up.

"Of course, if you allow me, I can not use my last name."

Duan Minzhu still had her muscle memory, and she reached out to slap him on the back of the head, but was held tightly by a big hand, and she was startled.

"Mom, if you have nothing else to do, go back early and discipline your better children."

After saying that, he opened the car door and didn't want to confront her any longer.

No matter what, she was his biological mother, and for this reason alone, Xie Shirong knew that he could not do anything to her.

No one can be blamed. At least he is not as smart as Xie Shiyu to see through it all earlier, or to accept it all.

It doesn't matter. There are people who care about him and have long since looked down on this pitiful bit of compassion.

Duan Minzhu's wrist was swollen from being pinched, and she looked at the driving business car in disbelief.

That was Duan Wu's car, and now it has become the special car for picking up Xie Shirong.

"No conscience, none of them!"

The echo resonated in the garage, and Duan Minzhu suddenly felt a little tired.

She worked so hard for the future of her two children, why did she raise them to be so selfish?

Thinking of Xie Shiyu blaming her for not being able to give him a limited edition violin, and her husband blaming her for not educating her eldest son well.

Xie Shirong kept saying that they were biased...