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Two days later, Shang Song and Xie Jing prepared to return to S City.

In the villa garden, Mrs. Shang, wearing her newly bought gardening gloves, hummed a song as she carefully planted the first batch of seedlings into the loosened soil: "Ah? Oh, go on your way back, be careful on the road."

The study window was open. Mr. Shang, wearing reading glasses, was hunched over his desk, a photocopy of an ancient book in one hand and reading notes in the other. "You're leaving? Good, good. Be careful. Little Xie, when this book is finished, you have to be the first to read it and give me your feedback!"

Shang Song: "..."

What happened to the saying that a mother worries about her son even when he travels a thousand miles?

What happened to your promise that you couldn't bear to part with your grown son?

Why does it feel like you can't wait to kick him out so you can focus on building a new life?

Is she going to have a second child behind his back?

Shang Song turned to look at Xie Jing, who stood calmly beside him, his eyes filled with resentment. "Villa and garden, study and ancient books, Xie Jing, you really know how to win people's hearts."

Xie Jing smiled and put his arm around him, leading him into the car. "Just catering to his tastes."

As the car door closed, Shang Song looked at the villa's silhouette receding into the distance, her tone becoming even more resentful, "I feel like I'm not going back to Cloud Peak, I've been kicked out of the house by my parents."

One wished he could take root in the garden, the other wished he could live in the study; their farewell to their own son was so decisive and swift.

Xie Jing chuckled softly, pulled the person close, and kissed their puffed-up cheek. "They're happy, isn't that good?"

"I understand the logic!" Shang Song was still a little annoyed, "But isn't this a bit too realistic? At least pretend you don't want to see me suffer!"

"They love you very much," Xie Jing fastened Shang Song's seatbelt and stroked Shang Song's hair, "but now they know that you will be well taken care of here with me, so they can go and pursue their own fun without worry."

These words were so comforting that Shang Song's slight unease instantly vanished.

Yes, his parents love him, and now that they know he has a good partner, they can finally live for themselves without worry.

It's a good thing.

This is fantastic news.

He leaned comfortably against Xie Jing, chuckling foolishly, "Fine, as long as they don't have a second child behind my back, I'll really be superfluous!"

Xie Jing was clearly taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The car got on the highway and returned to Genting Highlands before dinner.

After the meal, Xie Jing went to his study to handle what was supposedly work overseas.

Shang Song took a shower and lay down on the big bed in the master bedroom.

The master bedroom bed had been cleaned and the bedding replaced; all evidence of the crime had vanished.

Shang Song rolled around halfway around with his pillow in his arms, then pulled out his phone.

The group chat is buzzing.

Third brother: That idiot boss assigned me work again. He knows my project deadline is this week, but he still shoved this urgent task into my hands. It's killing me!

Third brother: I can't possibly work another day like this [cracked face]

Upon seeing this, Shang Song's comfortable smile vanished instantly.

He remembered his third brother's acute pancreatitis.

After spending half a month in the hospital, the third brother went back to that lousy company. At first, that idiot boss was wary and didn't dare to give him too much work, but recently he's started to revert to his old ways.

Song: @Third brother, why don't you just quit?

Song: Didn't you keep saying you wanted to make independent mini-games, like those mini-programs?

Third brother: ? ? ? Resigned?

Third brother: Even playing small games requires money and luck! My family's situation...

Song: I'm investing in you.

After the message was sent, the group was silent for two seconds.

Third brother: ? ? ? ? ? ?

Third brother: Brother Song? What did you say? Invest in me?

Third brother: Is that what I meant? Brother Song, are you going to take me along to be a kept man?! [Shocked]

Second Brother: Wait! Shang Xiaosong! You'd be better off investing in me than his outlandish dream! My family's time-honored brand! Authentic craftsmanship, guaranteed profit! Invest in me! I'm going to open 5 stores in S City! I'll give you dividends! Anyway, Third Brother is definitely going to lose money! [Picking nose]

Third Brother: Xu Lao Er, get lost! Who's being irresponsible?! I've already written half a meter high in my proposal! Song Ge, look at me! I'm reliable! Take me to live off your wife! [Eyes pleading]

Boss: ...

Eldest brother: Suddenly I feel that my postgraduate studies are quite boring. Fourth brother, do you need any accessories on your legs?

Eldest: The kind who can write academic papers [humbly]

Shang Song couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the messages in the group chat.

He knew his brothers were mostly joking, but he was serious.

The third brother is indeed talented, but he is held back by reality;

After the second son got together with Shen Yan, he was focused on making money to support his wife, and expansion did indeed require funds;

Boss... well, what the boss might need is some psychological comfort.

After all, the eldest disciple is Master Fu's favorite disciple. If he were to bring the eldest disciple out and let him get involved in money-related matters, wouldn't Master Fu kill him?

As he was wondering how to get back, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Xie Jing walked in.

"What are you laughing at?" Xie Jing walked to the bedside and sat down, naturally pulling Shang Song into his arms.

Shang Song held the phone screen up to him and briefly explained what had happened in the group chat.

Xie Jing glanced at the chat history, then looked at Shang Song, "You want to invest?"

"I have some ideas," Shang Song said, leaning against him and fiddling with Xie Jing's shirt buttons.

"The third brother is quite creative, but his current job is wearing him down and he's almost lost his spark. The second brother's braised pork knuckle is really good. Although his family has some savings, opening five stores at once definitely requires capital. But I was just saying, we'll have to see for ourselves..."

"Then let's throw," Xie Jing interrupted him, "Third brother can throw more."

"Huh?" Shang Song looked up at him.

Xie Jing looked down at Shang Song's questioning eyes, but offered no explanation.

Some things don't need to be said aloud.

Looking at his usual calm expression, Shang Song suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.

He didn't ask any further questions.

That illness was a calamity for the third brother, but by a twist of fate, it became a turning point in his and Xie Jing's relationship, a chance for them to escape from a desperate situation.

Xie Jing is just like that.

What you think in your heart, you may not say out loud.

But Xie Jing is an absolutely wonderful person.

He blinked, counting on his fingers, "Actually, you don't need to bring any extra money. The 200 million you transferred to me before, plus the personal security guard's salary, nutrition allowance, and all sorts of other miscellaneous expenses, add it all up, and I have over 400 million in my account! I'll use that to test the waters with them first, and if it's not enough, I'll ask Xie the big boss for more, okay?"

"Well, the money in your account is yours to use as you see fit." He paused, as if recalling something, and then said, "Also, today is the 27th, and on the 1st of next month, your first living fund payment will arrive, approximately 600 million."

Shang Song froze in mid-air as he was counting on his fingers, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

After a two-second pause, he exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap? Young Master Duo?"

600w?

600 million per month?

Shang Song felt that his worldview had been slightly reshaped once again.

So, the "considerable" Xie Jing mentioned before was actually this "considerable"?!

He grabbed his phone and his fingers flew across the screen.

Song: @All members! It's decided! I've voted! The third brother's game, the second brother's shop! I, Shang Duoyu, am going all in!

The group chat was instantly flooded with all sorts of exaggerated emojis.

Shang Song successfully became the father of his second and third children.

The eldest brother said with a bitter smile, "Brothers, remember to take him with you when you make it big! Don't forget us when you're rich and powerful!"

Xie Jing looked at Shang Song with a smile, then turned around and went to take a shower.

When he came out after taking a shower, Shang Song was still laughing and joking while holding his phone.

Xie Jing walked over, took out his phone, and tossed it aside.

He pressed down on her and kissed Shang Song, who was practically floating with excitement. A slight bump pressed against her skin. "Shouldn't you rest now, Mr. Shang?"

Shang Song's ears burned, but his excitement got the better of him. He chuckled and poked Xie Jing's chest with his finger. "Professor Xie, Master Xie, the night is long, how about we talk about the next... investment plan?"

The last syllable rose in pitch, carrying a blatant seduction.

Xie Jing grasped his mischievous hand and lowered his voice: "Alright, let's have a good talk then."

Therefore, Mr. Shang and Professor Xie, who is also the head of the Xie family, discussed the details of investment and returns.

very.

in depth.

They discussed it in detail.

All night long.

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