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It's midnight, under a blanket.

Shang Song had his back to Xie Jing, who was holding him in his arms.

Shang Song, still in bed, secretly opened Baidu on her phone.

Start typing: Why is the scar on my stomach discontinuous?

Baidu recommended a product called "GG" for postpartum C-section scar repair to him.

Shang Song retyped and searched: Why are the scars on a man's stomach intermittent?

This time, he found an answer.

Most of these injuries occur in childhood. Children have a very fast metabolism, and their wounds are prone to forming hypertrophic scars when they heal.

Furthermore, because scar tissue lacks elasticity, when the abdominal muscles increase in size during puberty, the surface scar tissue cannot extend synchronously and can only break at the stress point, thus presenting a nodular or cord-like appearance.

The related answers also include related terms pushed by Baidu.

Old abdominal scars accompanied by abdominal pain

Severe childhood traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

Rectus abdominis rupture, internal organ damage, and massive hemorrhage

Shang Song clicked on each one one by one.

I browsed through the entries one by one, and finally my eyes were fixed on the words "extremely high mortality rate".

The words on the screen gradually began to appear double.

He abruptly turned off the screen.

He pressed the phone against his forehead, closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his cheeks again.

He dared not cry out loud, because he thought Xie Jing was already asleep.

Xie Jing, however, had already opened his eyes and was looking down at him without him noticing.

Watching him search, watching him browse, watching him cry again.

The room was quiet, with only a sliver of hazy moonlight filtering in from the window.

A warm breeze gently swayed the floor-length curtains, and outside the window stretched a vast expanse of clouds.

Beneath the clouds, the city lights still shone brightly late into the night, a constant stream of neon lights and shadows.

Xie Jing just quietly watched the light and shadow flicker beneath the clouds.

Until the lights of thousands of homes gradually went out, until the neon lights gradually faded away.

The person in my arms finally fell asleep peacefully, with only the faintest breathing sounds audible.

He carefully moved and picked up the phone that had slipped into Shang Song's hand.

He swiped the screen, unlocked it, and canceled Shang Song's alarm.

Then, he gently placed the phone on the bedside table, pulled the blanket up, and covered Shang Song up.

Finally, he remained in the position of embracing Shang Song, carefully lay down, and closed his eyes.

The long night has ended.

The next day, when Shang Song woke up, his first feeling was that his eyes hurt.

But behind him was something warm and cozy, and something hard and uncomfortable pressing against him.

He was dazed for a moment before realizing that he was also hard.

It's only natural for men to act this way.

Don't be shy, don't make a fuss.

Getting to work is the priority.

He habitually reached under his pillow for his phone, but couldn't find it.

He sat up in confusion, squinting his swollen eyes as he searched for his phone.

Then he saw his phone, which was on the bedside table next to Xie Jing.

He reached out to take it, but Xie Jing had already woken up.

Xie Jingwei turned slightly and handed the phone to Shang Song.

Shang Song's voice was hoarse as he whispered his thanks.

Then, the moment the screen lit up, Shang Song yelled, "Holy crap! It's 11 o'clock?!"

Why didn't my alarm go off?! My perfect attendance record!!!

Shang Song sprang out of bed and scrambled to the floor, rushing barefoot into the dressing room without even putting on slippers.

"Oh no... missing work this morning counts as a day of absenteeism!"

He yelled as he pulled a shirt out of the closet, his hair a mess, and he didn't even notice that two of the buttons were buttoned wrong.

Xie Jing didn't move, but lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, quietly watching Shang Song's chaotic scene.

Xie Jing only spoke slowly and deliberately when Shang Song started hopping on one foot to put on his socks:

"No need to go."

Shang Song had just put on his socks and was about to put on his pants when he heard this. He grabbed his pants and turned around in confusion: "What?"

A clear smile flashed across Xie Jing's eyes. "Lin Zhou has already asked for leave for you."

Shang Song was still in a daze, tilting his head: "Why are you taking leave?"

"Last night," Xie Jing said with a laugh, "you cried so hard, your eyes are still swollen. How are you going to work?"

Shang Song blushed, holding up his pants, unsure whether to put them on or not.

Finally, he asked, "What about my perfect attendance? It's 500."

Xie Jing threw back the covers and got out of bed, walking over with unhurried steps. He reached out and unbuttoned Shang Song's misbuttoned shirt, then took out a set of soft loungewear from the closet. "Change into this."

Shang Song took it blankly.

Xie Jing took off his torn pajamas and took out a set of loungewear, smoothly beginning to change.

As he changed his clothes, Shang Song's gaze unconsciously lingered on the scar.

After Xie Jing changed his clothes and covered everything up, Shang Song blankly began to put on his pajamas.

After Shang Song put on his pants, Xie Jing took the shirt from his loungewear and said, "Raise your hand."

Shang Song honestly raised his hand.

After putting on the clothes, Xie Jing lowered his eyes and slowly and methodically buttoned them up.

"After lunch, come with me to the study." After fastening the last button, he straightened Shang Song's collar. "Help me check a few reports."

Shang Song: "Huh? I don't know how to read reports!"

"Learn from this." Xie Jing patted Shang Song's head and turned to walk towards the bathroom. "We can't let you spend your whole life only thinking about the 500 yuan attendance bonus."

Shang Song: "...Oh."

After lunch.

Shang Song felt that there was nothing wrong with him being obsessed with the 500 yuan attendance bonus for the rest of his life.

Xie Jing didn't tell him that this was a report in both German and English!

How could he possibly understand it?

He could only understand the Arabic numerals inside.

Xie Jing, sitting behind the large desk, flipped through the report in his hand, which was also in German and English, reading it at a glance.

Shang Song confidently pushed the report onto Xie Jing's desk, then confidently slipped out of the study.

There was no one in the living room.

Shang Song thought for a moment, then entered the internal elevator and went up to the rooftop garden.

Sure enough, in the garden, Uncle Chen was tending to the flowers and plants in the greenhouse.

Uncle Chen was in his fifties, making him arguably the oldest among Xie Jing's staff.

If it's something that happened when Xie Jing was a child, perhaps we could find out by asking Uncle Chen.

Shang Song clutched the bottled water he had just taken from the refrigerator and quietly moved over.

"Uncle Chen!" Shang Song called out, handing him some water. "Have some water and rest for a bit!"

Chen Bo was pruning an orchid when he heard the sound and turned around, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

He took the water but didn't drink it. He simply placed it aside, wiped his hands, and said, "Mr. Shang, you're too kind."

Shang Song squatted down, pretending to look at the orchid, and after a while, he spoke as if casually:

"Uncle Chen, you've been with the Xie family for many years, haven't you?"

"Thirty-three years," Uncle Chen replied with a smile.

Thirty-three years.

That means Uncle Chen definitely knows about Xie Jing's childhood.

Shang Song's eyes lit up, but he lowered his voice even further and stealthily approached, "So... what was Xie Jing like when he was little?"

Uncle Chen was taken aback, then shook his head: "Mr. Shang is asking about Mr. Xie when he was a child? I don't know."

Shang Song: "???"

Seeing Shang Song's disbelieving look, Uncle Chen smiled and added, "When I first met Mr. Xie, he was already a young man."

Shang Song pressed further, "How big?"

"Seventeen years old," Uncle Chen gestured, "just like now, very learned and quiet."

Seventeen years old? That's already puberty.

They're not children anymore.

It won't leave such a scar.

Shang Song's lips drooped: "If you don't know either, then probably no one will know about his childhood. You're the oldest employee in the Xie family."

Uncle Chen shook his head. "It's different, Mr. Shang."

"I wasn't originally from the Xie family; I worked at an old factory that the Xie family acquired."

"According to the Xie family rules, outsiders who join the company must work in the outer perimeter for twelve years and pass the assessment before they can enter the inner perimeter and meet the Xie family members."

"But those families with ties to the Xie family, like the Lin, Zhao, Wen, and Han families... those families don't have to serve in the outer quarters for twelve years."

"The more outstanding members of their family are selected from a young age and sent to the Xie family to be raised and educated, so that they will become trusted confidants and help the master family in the future."

"So, if Mr. Shang pays a little attention, he'll find that the people working for Mr. Xie who can address him as the head of the family are all from the same few families. They're easy to recognize."

Shang Song suddenly realized: "Then Xie Jing's most trusted confidant! Isn't that Brother Lin Zhou? He must know about Xie Jing's childhood!"

Uncle Chen shook his head strangely. "Mr. Lin is indeed Mr. Xie's confidant, but Mr. Lin shouldn't be someone who grew up with Mr. Xie."

"Why?" Shang Song's eyes widened slightly.

"Because, Mr. Lin is a whole twelve years older than Mr. Xie."

"According to the Xie family's rules, the deputy chosen for the heir is usually three to five years younger than the heir, and at the very least, no more than five years older."

At this point, Uncle Chen picked up the bottle of water, unscrewed it, and took a sip:

"The Xie family has never assigned such a large number of older assistants to their young heirs."

"That won't be able to suppress it."