Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 60

Chapter 60: Master Flew the Jump for Me

Shan Chong sat on the steps, patiently finishing his cigarette.

The phone call remained connected, and he could faintly hear a familiar female crying and the sound of things being thrown...

Then came the middle-aged man's "Aiya" as he started to console her.

Soon after, the young girl's voice could be heard.

Shan Shan was probably making empty promises.

Most of it was unclear, but "Brother said he knows he was wrong" and "He said he'll never touch the 8-meter jump again" were particularly distinct—

Likely said on purpose for him to hear.

Biting the cigarette butt, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, letting out a cold and helpless chuckle.

With slightly frozen hands, he opened the big air jump edit he had posted on the short video app...

120,000 likes, 35,000 comments.

Scrolling through, there were various praises and doubts. His gaze, calm and unwavering, swept over them all, lingering for several seconds on the comment: "It's such a shame not to participate in next year's Winter Olympics when you jump so well. A competition on home turf is as important to the snow sports circle as the 2008 Beijing Summer Olympics."

His hand moved, exiting this video and going to his work.

He hovered over the "Delete" button for a while, but after some hesitation, he didn't press it.

Exiting the app, he was about to hang up when Shan Shan called out again: "Why aren't you saying anything? You're not crying too, are you? Oh god, please no, Mom just stopped—"

"Stop talking nonsense," the man's voice was a bit hoarse.

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Did you hear me apologize to you just now?" Shan Shan asked.

"I hope I wasn't talking nonsense, or I won't be able to cover for you next time."

"You're lecturing me?"

"Don't try to scare me. It wasn't me who made Mom cry tonight."

Shan Chong stretched out his legs, resting them on the edge of the stairs.

His tone became slightly less oppressive: "You're so capable, I won't transfer your money the day after tomorrow this month. I'll send it to Dad's card instead."

"Why are you suddenly changing the subject?" Shan Shan said.

"Winter's coming, doesn't your lovely sister deserve a warm cashmere coat? That MaxMara one looks warm—"

Shan Chong directly opened Taobao and searched phonetically. It was quite a famous brand; the full spelling appeared in the auto-suggestions.

He clicked in to check the price—five digits, for one coat?

"If you dare buy it, I'll break your hands too," the man said expressionlessly as he exited Taobao.

"All four limbs prosthetic, uniform style."

"Don't be so generous. Wouldn't it be better to keep those millions to buy a house and get married? Why dream of replacing all your sister's limbs with luxury items costing hundreds of thousands each... At least for arms, I think the originals work just fine."

The voice on the phone mumbled, then suddenly paused.

"A wheelchair for a few thousand is quite comfortable, don't—"