Chapter 23 Baby Baby Family Group Chat (First Update)...

twenty three

The meal was enjoyed by both host and guests.

Some people are not guests, so whether they are happy or not is not important.

At the restaurant entrance, Ning Ye, holding Ning Zhitao's hand, waved goodbye to Jiang Xinghe.

Jiang Xing and Qing Jun glanced at the two adults and one child in front of them. They could confirm that President Bian was indeed the biological father of Ning Ye's child, but their relationship had been separated for many years.

Objectively speaking, Jiang Xing acknowledges that Bian Xun is an exceptionally talented individual. However, based on his experience, Bian Xun is currently not a good father.

"See you on Monday then," Jiang Xinghe nodded gently to Ning Yewen, then bent down and waved to Ning Zhitao, "Good luck with your performance next week, Taotao."

Ning Zhitao nodded seriously, her little face serious: "Okay!"

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward as only the three of them remained.

It was already late autumn in Beijing. The brief, warm autumn was fleeting, and the chill of winter was just around the corner.

Ning Ye wore a thick, fluffy coat and dressed Ning Zhitao in a short down jacket, both of them bundled up. But the man beside them looked like he was about to shoot a magazine cover, wearing a thin, long black cashmere coat, his skin pale beneath his black, tousled hair, seemingly out of place with the warm, fluffy mother and daughter.

Ning Ye recalled that this seemed to be the first time the three of them had stood together so far.

The objective "father, mother, and child" configuration creates a very closed relationship, making one feel suddenly isolated from others while standing on a busy street.

Ning Zhitao, on the other hand, was quite enjoying herself. With her parents beside her, she squatted on the ground picking up fallen leaves. She collected three whole maple leaves of different sizes—large, medium, and small—corresponding to yellow, orange, and dark red, and distributed them to the two adults.

Bian Xun lowered his head and found that he had been assigned the largest and reddest leaf. He held it between his fingertips and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This somewhat irregular sequence, with its order from largest to smallest, gave him a sense of familiarity.

This child is being taught very well.

Thinking of this, Bian Xun felt a little annoyed again.

He turned to look at Ning Ye and casually asked, "What are you performing next week?"

Her colleagues all knew.

“Oh, it’s the kindergarten’s parent-child activity day. Parents need to bring their children to perform together,” Ning Ye blinked and explained. “Only one parent is needed, Dad or Mom. I’ve already had the child practice, so you don’t need to bother with that.”

After all, there are other activities on Family Day, so we can trouble the CEO when we get to that one.

Oh no, I mean, troublesome future CEO^^

Bian Xun looked down at her, a slight shift in the light in his eyes.

Dad and Mom.

She used this wording so naturally and subconsciously, yet it inexplicably made Bian Xun feel good.

This has a very exclusive meaning.

Beyond all the relationships he has ever had.

The man crossed his arms, gazing calmly at the distant Wujiang Building, his breathing even and slightly warm.

Ning Ye could only talk to him about work. She suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh right, Mr. Yang from Xinyang Group also wants to attend the conference in Hangzhou. What's your opinion?"

Bian Xun's smug feeling came to an abrupt halt as he remembered the money that had evaporated like snow in June.

He looked at Ning Ye with an expression neither sad nor happy.

Ask the person who caused him to lose money about the other person who caused him to lose money.

Bian Xun: "Unless I die."

Ning Ye: "?"

If they don't want to allow it, they don't want to. Why be so radical?

Ning Zhitao, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly raised her head, her round ears twitching as if she had heard some key words.

She looked up and carefully observed her father's condition. She felt that he was still some distance from death, so she lowered her head again to continue picking up leaves.

Bian Xun: "?"

Bian Xun: "What do you mean?"

It seems we need to speed up his learning of children's knowledge; he can't understand children's micro-expressions and body language right now... tsk.

Turning his head, he saw Ning Ye's expression of suppressing a laugh.

Because of her endurance, the strands of hair hanging down her shoulders trembled slightly, and her cheeks were porcelain white with a rosy tint, like pale flower petals fluttering in the air.

After all, in the child's mind, her father was already someone who had died once.

Seeing the child's expression just now, Ning Ye immediately imagined some kittens she had seen online, worried that their owners might drown while using the toilet, so she squatted down and raised her head to observe the owner's situation.

Ning Ye took Ning Zhitao's hand to prevent the child from saying anything more about mourning her deceased father, and they prepared to go home separately.

Bian Xun gave a faint "hmm".

His heart returned to its cold and hard state.

Ning Zhitao finally got up from the ground. She held up a bunch of autumn leaves tied into a bougainvillea and gave it to her father, who couldn't go home with her and her mother.

Bian Xun looked down and saw the little boy's round, grape-like eyes looking at him trustingly, revealing a sweet, dimpled smile.

The vibrant colors of late autumn were captured by the childlike heart of the children, and a faint sense of happiness enveloped this handful of fallen leaves that they had picked up from the ground, free of charge, and even a little dirty to those with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Bian Xun paused for a moment, then silently accepted it.

Leaves and flowers.

He looked up and saw Ning Ye and the child swinging their arms as they walked home.

A few seconds later, Assistant Zhang, who was on the other side of the community, received the urgent task.

"speed."

…

After receiving the injection that day, Song Hua told her husband, who was returning home from get off work, about what had happened.

Everyone in the president's office knew that President Bian had gone out unexpectedly today without taking anyone with him—Assistant Zhang was naturally aware of this as well, but he never imagined that President Bian would actually go to a kindergarten?

"So, you mean...?" Assistant Zhang asked, taken aback.

Song Hua nodded in surprise, "I heard it, Tao Tao called him 'Dad'."

Assistant Zhang immediately covered his mouth with both hands, nearly collapsing onto the sofa.

Through his daughter's connections in kindergarten, he learned a shocking secret.

Combined with his knowledge of the past relationship between President Bian and Miss Ning, Assistant Zhang, while seemingly still calmly thinking, had actually already imagined a complete scenario, including how he was caught by President Bian after years of running away with her unborn child.

Assistant Zhang simply couldn't believe that her boss, who always hated children, would have a daughter!

Does that mean Mr. Bian will also perform children's programs on parent-child activity days?

At future parent-teacher meetings, will he sit with President Bian in a small classroom covered with children's stickers, at the children's tiny tables and chairs, and listen to Teacher Youzi speak?

Wouldn't that mean he's on equal footing with General Manager Bian?

Will Mr. Bian also play brain-training games with his son at the kindergarten's fathers' sports meet in the future, helping the child win prizes worth no more than 50 yuan in total?

And what about the future election of the head of the family by parents? Does that mean he has to betray his faith and vote for other outstanding parents?

That evening, Assistant Zhang was caught in a struggle between his career prospects and his conscience as a father, but before he could question his conscience, the president's instructions were issued one after another.

Bian Xun asked him to compile all the precautions for raising a daughter before she turned six.

After looking at it for a moment, Assistant Zhang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and decisively found a new direction for promotion and salary increase.

With his salary, he was on call with the CEO 24/7. That very evening, he quickly compiled a concise document based on his experience.

Sure enough, the CEO seemed quite satisfied, as the other party immediately marked it as "read" the moment he sent it online.

Assistant Zhang breathed a long sigh of relief.

His availability has increased, at least since Bian had a child.

This is not a bad thing; he will be able to gain the boss's deeper trust, and the two men, both with daughters, will have more in common.

Thinking of this, Assistant Zhang felt quite elated. He never imagined that after five years working alongside President Bian, he would have achieved such success!

He walked out of the study and asked Zhang Sijie in a gentle tone, "Yaya, what's the name of your daughter with President Bian... no, that's not a good way to put it, Xiaohua?" He turned to ask his wife.

The hierarchical relationships and social dynamics among adults should not taint the minds of children. Although children may sometimes compare themselves to each other, their world remains as pure as a canvas compared to the adult world.

Song Hua: "Tao Tao, the child's name is Ning Zhi Tao."

Assistant Zhang suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar; it seemed like he had mentioned it several times at home.

Song Hua nodded: "They are best friends."

Zhang Sijie looked up and asked, "Dad, do you know Tao Tao's dad?"

"Know him/her." It's more than just knowing him/her.

"Dad, Tao Tao said his dad also works at your company?"

Assistant Zhang thought for a moment in silence: "Indeed."

That's not wrong.

Assistant Zhang asked curiously, "Do you usually talk about your fathers?"

"Of course!"

Little Zhang Sijie praised her father with a sweet smile.

“I told Tao Tao that my dad is a very high-ranking official! He’s incredibly powerful in the company! The whole company can’t function without you!”

Assistant Zhang: "???"

Assistant Zhang slumped onto the sofa, his face ashen.

He was cautious in his words and actions at the company, while his daughter spoke nonsense outside.

Assistant Zhang's high hopes for promotion were thus extinguished.

…

Of course, Assistant Zhang was unaware that the information her boss had received was far from reaching that depth.

For Bian Xun, communicating with children remains a challenging area.

Moreover, Bian Xun discovered that if Ning Ye was able to manage her own affairs, she hardly needed his presence.

He was a very intermittent father.

Ning Ye also noticed that it was very difficult for her to communicate with Bian Xun.

It's not convenient to directly communicate with superiors at the company, and they don't have each other's contact information after work. Currently, they rely entirely on chance encounters on the street.

It's not very convenient to communicate if there are any issues related to children.

She was about to go out to inspect Hangzhou for a meeting. Although she could barely make it back and forth in a day, she couldn't leave her child at home all day. She needed to discuss this with her child's father.

Just then, little Ning Zhitao stepped forward.

While preparing for her performance at home, she was fiddling with her Little Genius smartwatch when she suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"Here's Dad's phone number."

She fiddled with the small screen of her watch for a while, clicking and tapping, and after a while, new messages popped up on the two adults' phones.

—You have been added to the group chat by "Little Grape"

Ning Ye: "?"

Bian Xun: "?"

Ning Zhitao made two important remarks in this chat group:

"Hello? Mom?"

"Hello? Dad?"

Looking at the chat group, Ning Ye suddenly felt that her child was simply a genius.

This not only solved the problem of communication difficulties between Bian Xun, but also avoided the subtle awkwardness of private chats.

Ning Ye responded enthusiastically to the children's imaginative ideas by replying with voice messages.

"Received, Grape."

Bian Xun did not reply for a long time.

The president stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his large apartment, his figure cold and solemn, his face serious. He looked down at the messages in the Little Genius chat group, repeatedly clicking to listen to them several times.

Before this, he had been observing the conversation between the mother and daughter as an outsider.

Peeping on other people's happiness.

But now, he is enveloped in this atmosphere.

The small dialog box suddenly exuded an unusual, bakery-like atmosphere, which made Bian Xun feel somewhat glaring and uncomfortable, yet he couldn't help but move closer.

After a while, a reply appeared in the chat group.

Upon opening, a man's cool voice rang out, "Received."

He looked down again and found that the group chat name had been changed.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Bian had received the news that his private cell phone number was being bombarded with messages. Members of the Bian family were daring to inquire about his situation, asking if he was really keeping a child outside.

Bian Xun ignored all of this, but paused slightly with his fingertips and looked down at the name.

——Home (3)

Ning Zhitao fiddled with the camera button in the group chat and turned on the webcam on her little genius device. The little girl's rosy, round face filled the screen, her two chubby little hands resting on the table, nodding earnestly as if she were an adult in a meeting.

"Hello everyone, I'm the group admin. If you need anything, just let me know."

Ning Ye held her phone, completely captivated by the cuteness, seemingly forgetting that there was another person in the group chat, and her voice became sweet as she sent a voice message.

"Okay! Group owner baby."

After a while.

Overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sense of happiness, the CEO, who had tossed his phone into the bathtub, picked it up again expressionlessly.

Although it can't be counted as his yet, but—

Bian Xun: "Okay."

Two babies.

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Author's Note: Ahhh, friends, I'll just post a short chapter for now, and try my best to post an extra chapter at midnight.

Continue drawing red envelopes tonight