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

Xie Jing couldn't bear to refuse Shang Song after all, so he agreed.

Shang Song immediately perked up, taking a bite of orange and a bite of vegetables. Facing Xie Jing's disapproving expression, he said confidently, "This way it won't be bitter."

Xie Jing had no choice but to follow Shang Song's advice.

Finally, he blew on the soup to cool it down and carefully fed it to Shang Song.

His eyes were lowered, and his expression was focused.

It's like restoring a precious, rare, and incomplete manuscript.

After Shang Song had eaten and drunk his fill, he ate a few bites hastily and then had the food box removed.

After the staff finished cleaning up, they removed the small table.

Shang Song immediately patted the spot next to him, his eyes already half-closed, and said in a soft voice, "Come on, come on quickly."

Xie Jing stood by the bed, remained silent for a few seconds, then went to check the doors and windows, wrung out a clean cloth, wiped Shang Song's hands and face, turned off the light, and then sat on the bed.

He took off his shoes and, with extreme care, got into bed. He adjusted Shang Song's position little by little to ensure that his right leg, which was in a cast, was properly secured. He then checked the IV drip and indwelling needle using the light coming in from the corridor.

After finishing everything, he took off his coat and carefully and slowly lay down on his side.

As soon as he lay down, Shang Song immediately slumped over and let out a very comfortable sigh.

Xie Jing could only carefully avoid the wound on Shang Song's forehead, lying on his side and half-protecting Shang Song in his arms.

Shang Song breathed in the air that carried Xie Jing's scent, feeling drowsy and half asleep.

Just when Xie Jing thought he had probably fallen asleep, Shang Song suddenly stirred and mumbled, "...By the way, are Xu Lao Er and the others alright? Has Zhou Xu'an's mother been arrested yet...?"

Xie Jing's breathing seemed a little heavier. "They're fine, just a little shaken up, and they've already gone back. As for Zhou Yun..."

He paused slightly, then said, "The police have intervened and will handle it according to the law. You don't need to worry about these things."

"Oh..." Shang Song snuggled against Xie Jing, seemingly not very concerned about Zhou Yun's fate. He suddenly chuckled foolishly twice, "So, now that I'm like this, I can't go to work, right?"

Xie Jing gently patted Shang Song's back. "Yeah, he can't go. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, let alone a concussion. The doctor said he must rest absolutely."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry about work, I'll have someone handle it. Your task now is to rest well, get your health back, and don't think about anything else."

Shang Song thought of work, and her miserly nature immediately kicked in again, "How long will I have to recover... Sick leave pay is only 60%, and I'll lose my perfect attendance bonus too, it's such a loss..."

Xie Jing fell silent. He hadn't expected Shang Song to be concerned about this at this time. Only then did a hint of a smile appear in his deep voice.

He carefully adjusted his posture, propped his head up, and looked down at Shang Song. "Shang Song, have you forgotten? You're working two jobs."

"You're not just the artist of Starfield Fantasy, you're also my personal bodyguard."

Personal security.

Shang Song's drowsiness was immediately dispelled by this word, and he asked vaguely, "Oh...yes, but you wouldn't tell me the minimum wage for personal security last time."

Xie Jing looked down at him.

In the darkness, Shang Song's eyes were wet with physiological tears due to drowsiness.

He slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on Shang Song's eyelids.

"Base annual salary, tentatively set at one million, bonuses and subsidies to be calculated separately, during the period of work-related injury..."

He emphasized the words "work-related," adding, "My full salary was paid, plus the highest standard of work injury compensation, nutrition allowance, compensation for mental distress, and my full-time care, which are additional benefits."

One million?

Shang Song was wide awake and still a little dazed.

It took him a while to find his voice, "One million? And that's just the base annual salary?"

Xie Jing hummed in agreement, "It's tentative. It depends on annual performance and employer satisfaction; there's room for adjustment."

Shang Song suspected that he had damaged his brain.

One million? That would require adjusting so many special effects, working so many overtime hours, and the project would have to be a huge hit, right?

His mind was still foggy and he thought, "So many... what if the other security guards find out? Won't they think it's unfair?"

Xie Jing seemed to have anticipated that he would ask this question.

This time, he lowered his head and kissed Shang Song's lips, which still tasted of sweet orange, briefly before pulling away. "They won't know, and they won't make any comparisons."

Shang Song: "Why?"

"They used public funds, but you..." Xie Jing said slowly, seeing that Shang Song's attention was completely drawn to the task.

"...Use my private account."

Shang Song was immediately amused. He rubbed his nose against Xie Jing's lips and said, "Then you don't need to pay me a salary for the next two years. You've already given me two million before."

Xie Jing let him rub against her, and after he finished, she gently touched Shang Song's nose with her lips. "That two million is for you to buy equipment for playing games. If your equipment is bad, you'll be bullied. That's pocket money, it's a different matter from your salary."

He paused, then continued clearly: "Pocket money is pocket money, wages are wages, work injury compensation is work injury compensation, nutrition expenses are nutrition expenses, and compensation for mental distress is compensation for mental distress. Each item has its own specific name."

After watching Xie Jing's beautifully shaped lips move as he finished speaking, Shang Song could only mutter in disapproval:

"Mr. Xie, you seem like a sucker who's throwing money away recklessly."

Xie Jing seemed taken aback by this assessment, then chuckled softly, saying self-deprecatingly, "Well, otherwise how could they be a wealthy family?"

Shang Song was amused even more and deliberately retorted, "But shouldn't rich people be more frugal? Otherwise, how can they protect their family business and remain a prominent household?"

Looking at Shang Song's "I know so well" expression, Xie Jing's smile deepened. "Then maybe they're not big enough."

"Someone like me," he paused, seemingly thinking seriously, before slowly continuing, "would still be a big spender even if you were given a million every day."

Every day? One million?

Shang Song was completely dumbfounded, his mind racing with abacus beads.

A million a day? Ten million in ten days? Then how much in a hundred days...? And a thousand days?

His mind was foggy, and he started to feel dizzy. In the end, he could only groggily lie back in Xie Jing's arms, "One million a day... even if it's for thirty thousand days... how much is that again? Three billion? No... three hundred million?"

He paused, seemingly trying to calculate the number, but ultimately couldn't figure it out and could only sigh softly, "...Three hundred million...that's a lot of money..."

His warm breath brushed against Xie Jing's neck. "But...it seems...for you, Mr. Xie, three hundred million is really just a drop in the ocean..."

Perhaps because of the mental strain of calculations, Shang Song became even more drowsy.

Xie Jing didn't correct Shang Song for missing two zeros. He simply smoothed Shang Song's hair and coaxed, "Go to sleep, I'll watch over you."

Shang Song's voice was already very soft, "Then I want to eat oranges again tomorrow..."

"Okay," Xie Jing replied.

"I still want to eat Xu Lao Er's braised pork knuckle..."

"You can eat a little bit after your stitches are removed," Xie Jing said.

"That'll take a long time..."

"Go to sleep, get some sleep, and when it's dawn, you'll be one day closer to getting your stitches removed."

Shang Song finally fell asleep.