Chapter 25 The Charity Daddy's Kindergarten Exploded! (Double Update Combined)...

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"Mr. Bian, Ms. Ning went to the Hangzhou Convention and Exhibition Center with her team leader and a colleague."

"According to her team leader, she herself did not purchase anything locally, nor did she engage in any sales..."

Standing in Bian Xun's study, Assistant Zhang observed Bian's dark and unfathomable gaze and cautiously asked, "Is there something you need?"

The CEO has been facing considerable pressure lately.

Internally, a massive technological innovation project is underway, with countless upfront costs being poured in, causing alarm among outsiders; meanwhile, the Bian family is launching a joint attack on his power, attempting to seize more profitable industries and projects from him—each and every one of them involves money, endless money.

When Assistant Zhang received the call from General Manager Bian, he immediately went to verify the information and rushed to General Manager Bian's home.

The young CEO stood by the desk, his expression inscrutable, his gaze fixed on the screen in front of him. The glint in his dark eyes was reminiscent of when he earned his first fortune in America many years ago, yet it also seemed to carry a hint of anxiety about not yet having a firm grasp on the situation.

Assistant Zhang was completely bewildered.

Is it because of too much economic pressure?

Bian Xun parted his thin lips slightly, "It's nothing, continue to observe."

Since no one saw her buy or sell offline, it means it was a virtual transaction.

What did she buy? Or what did she sell?

Bian Xun changed his sitting posture, his mind racing.

If her consumption leads to a ten-thousand-fold increase, will her investment returns also have a ten-thousand-fold increase?

There are certain risks involved. For example, if she also incurred ten thousand times the cost when investing with his card, the profit would be significantly reduced.

However, the profit margin can reach 10,000 times, which is already the most terrifying ratio in the financial industry.

If it can be utilized.

He will be the richest person of this century.

Bian Xun slowly got up from the study. The children were resting and eating fruit. Bian Xun leaned against the wall and watched Ning Zhitao devour a plate of pineapple, continuing to ponder.

However, it is not easy to make use of it.

Ten minutes earlier, he called Ning Ye, wanting to ask about this, but he still felt some kind of obstacle.

She swiped his card, and he could neither stop her nor take advantage of it.

It all depends on whether God is lucky for him.

Isn't this the God of Wealth?

This provides a reasonable explanation for Bian Xun's desire to see the other person immediately.

He has to cater to her.

Bian Xun pinched the bridge of his nose. Ning Ye was back from his business trip today. With him in front of him, he could figure things out.

Assistant Zhang walked out from behind him and saw the little girl eating fruit in the living room. Her mother was away on a business trip today, so Mr. Bian had to take care of the child by himself all day.

Is it possible?

The child is poking at the pineapple with a soft fork.

The child's hands were small, and as he poked, a piece flew off and landed with a thud on the CEO's expensive, unwashable wool carpet.

Assistant Zhang knew how obsessive-compulsive Mr. Bian was about cleanliness, so his heart skipped a beat. He quickly went over, bent down to pick it up, and cleaned the floor, while skillfully switching his phone to the children's channel.

"Oh dear, the pineapple flew away! Did Little Grape hurt her hand?"

Bian Xun: "?"

Bian Xun turned his head expressionlessly and watched as his top-notch assistant, whom he had hired with an annual salary of one million, made that meowing sound.

It seems to be broken.

Assistant Zhang's smile turned slightly heavy, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he sensed the president's cold, somewhat suspicious gaze.

But boss, you don't understand, talking to children lowers their intelligence!

Are you even the child's biological father if you're acting so coldly?

The children were able to identify the adults who shared their interests. Ning Zhitao indeed showed good adaptability. Her eyes were bright and clear as she shook her head earnestly, "I'm fine, Uncle Zhang. The pineapple hurts more."

Assistant Zhang blinked and clutched his chest.

Oh my, so cute!

At this moment, Assistant Zhang no longer felt like he was looking at his boss's daughter, but rather like he was looking at someone else's adorable baby, his heart filled with the tenderness of a loving father.

The CEO, excluded from this adorable atmosphere: "?"

Even if he were to learn how to be a father, he still wouldn't be able to do it.

Bian Xun's handsome face was full of aloofness.

However, he did not miss any of the tasks Ning Ye had assigned him, and he strictly followed the procedures.

After letting her watch cartoons, I checked the three English words she had learned that day, checked the time, and prepared to take her to her extracurricular class. I turned off the TV, turned around calmly to get my car keys.

Assistant Zhang watched from the sidelines. The president was devoid of emotion; all he felt was the desire to complete the task.

It seems that Mr. Bian is doing a good job taking care of the child, but he knows that his boss has limited patience and raising children is not something that can be done overnight. Although children may seem innocent and cute, taking care of their daily lives is very hard work. Over the years, Assistant Zhang has come to deeply understand this from watching his wife.

It's okay to stay for one day, but what if the child angers the boss later? Will he actually hit the child?

Assistant Zhang was startled.

Before leaving, he quietly helped the child add the 110 emergency number to the Little Genius children's smartwatch.

Assistant Zhang then left, looking worried.

Bian Xun: "?"

Does he really look that scary?

Ning Zhitao didn't actually find her father scary because she was in a familiar environment surrounded by people she knew and trusted, so she was quite at ease.

"I'm all ready, Dad." She carried her drawing board and small backpack, put on her coat herself, and looked up at Bian Xun.

Bian Xun looked down at the child; she didn't need to be held anymore. It seemed that children's energy levels followed a curve, and this was a period when she was most energetic.

As he reached out, the child grasped his large hand, and the two walked together toward the underground parking garage.

I must say, this child is really well-behaved and has excellent upbringing.

It's clear that she grew up in a happy family.

Would her biological father, the one Ning Ye had her eye on, also talk to a child in such a garrulous way?

Bian Xun's mood was like lemon syrup on a pineapple. He put the child in the back seat, walked to the driver's seat, sat down, put one hand on the steering wheel, and asked casually.

What was your father like before?

Ning Zhitao raised her head and pondered for a moment.

“That’s great! Daddy used to be very gentle,” Ning Zhitao patted Bian Xun’s driver’s seat with her little hands, “but he’s not bad now either!”

They're all dads anyway.

Bian Xun didn't make a sound, but his jawline tightened slightly.

After breaking up with him, did she start liking this type?

Bian Xun's mind conjured up images of Jiang Xing and his gentle, reserved demeanor. Overwhelmed with jealousy, she dropped her child off at the entrance of the after-school program.

He opened the car door, looked down at the child, hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice without expression.

"Come down."

Now that the child calls him "Dad," he should make some changes.

If this kind of voice were heard in a high-level meeting at Wujiang, the other executives would be extremely grateful. After all, President Bian is always decisive and ruthless, never showing any mercy to anyone. It's considered merciful if he doesn't point his finger at someone and berate them; where would you find such gentle treatment?

However, little Ning Zhitao shivered.

How terrifying.

This is different from the expression on Dad's face when he's being gentle.

On the contrary, Dad only speaks in this tone when he is really angry!

Ning Zhitao obediently unbuckled her seatbelt, jumped out of the car, and recalled what she had done wrong.

There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

Ning Zhitao peeked back at the classroom as she ran into the extracurricular class with small, quick steps. "Waaah, when is Mom coming back?"

Bian Xun: "?"

When he was casual, the children were having fun. But when he was gentle, the children ran away in fright.

Bian Xun crossed his arms, neither sad nor happy, and fell into thought.

Is he not gentle enough?

Ning Zhitao attended a class and continued their secret mission with the teacher, temporarily forgetting about her father's anger earlier.

After the teacher led them out the door, she suddenly asked, "Taotao, your mother didn't come today. Is that your father?"

Ning Zhitao looked up.

They were on time to pick up their child, not a second off.

The man was tall and slender, handsome and aloof. He tugged at the corners of his lips in their direction, revealing what he thought was a gentle smile.

Ning Zhitao's big, bright eyes widened, and her little hands, stained with crayons, shrank back. Oh no!

Dad's smile has started to look forced!

Did she really do something really bad? No!

She didn't kill the pineapple either.

Waaaaah, Mom.

Ning Zhitao tried to find her mother, but unfortunately, her mother was still flying in the sky.

Bian Xun took the child from the extracurricular class teacher, learned about the course details, and then looked down at Ning Zhitao, speaking in a slower, softer tone, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Ning Zhitao tugged at her father's hand and volunteered, "I'll eat carrots and green vegetables."

She's such a well-behaved child!

Of course, Bian Xun didn't take her to eat grass. Instead, he had someone cook a meal at home and prepared a children's meal.

During the meal, Bian Xun even served Ning Zhitao some food and asked her, in what he thought was a friendly manner, what kind of story she wanted to hear that evening.

Reading bedtime stories was his last task for the day.

Having completed this task, he felt he had accomplished his mission successfully for the day.

Bian Xun felt that he had probably mastered the skills of communicating with children. He sat on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly, almost like chanting a sutra. However, the child was not sleepy at all, and his two black grape-like eyes were bright and alert.

Bian Xun took the picture book from the child's backpack and told the story from the Three Little Bears to the Tiger Family, from the monkeys of the Amazon to the elephants of Kilimanjaro. He read the whole book, and the child was getting sleepy even though he wasn't.

Bian Xun looked up from his book with his dark eyes, while Ning Zhitao tried her best to appear attentive and blinked.

I'm listening! I've listened to everything!

Bian Xun pinched the space between his eyebrows, his mouth dry.

He finally got up, intending to pour some water for himself and the child, and put her to sleep before he could go pick up Ning Ye.

However, as soon as he left, Ning Zhitao held her little genius watch and sent messages to her mother.

Ning Ye saw her child's voice message as soon as she landed. They had a smooth day at work, the flight wasn't delayed, and they even landed much earlier than usual.

She was initially quite relieved, as it seemed there were no problems searching that day. Then she listened to the child's voice message:

"Mom, Dad seems angry! Come quick, I need help!"

Ning Ye stumbled, grabbed her bag, and quickly hailed a taxi to leave.

Angry? Why get angry at a child!

…

Forty minutes later, Bian Xun opened the door, and Ning Ye rushed in, panting.

Bian Xun: "?"

He had just put the child to sleep when she came back first.

He should go and greet the God of Wealth, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ning Ye walked around him and stood in the entryway, calling out, "Tao Tao?"

Bian Xun followed closely behind her, looking down at her travel-worn clothes and the U-shaped pillow around her neck, and whispered, "Just fell asleep."

The next second, the little boy came running out of the bedroom and rushed towards Ning Ye, shouting, "Mommy—"

Bian Xun: "?"

Even the attempt to lull someone to sleep failed.

The CEO, who had spent a whole day taking care of a baby for the first time, fell into a state of self-doubt.

Ning Ye caught Ning Zhitao and observed the child's condition. Apart from her eyes being a little red from staying up late, she seemed fine.

Upon seeing her mother, Ning Zhitao became lively and cheerful.

Ning Ye breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the man with a serious expression, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Bian Xun: "? When did I get angry?"

Ning Ye: "? The child said you've been angry all day."

Ning Zhitao poked her head out from behind Ning Ye and nodded, feigning superiority.

Bian Xun: "?"

Bian Xun gently smiled, walked over, took Ning Ye's wrist, and pressed his fingertips lightly against the soft skin on her wrist. His tone was gentle: "Put your bag down and have some food first."

Ning Ye suddenly shuddered as well.

His tone really made it sound like he was about to kill someone.

The mother and daughter both showed similar expressions of fear.

"..."

Ning Ye said earnestly, "You can take care of the child as usual."

Bian Xun replied expressionlessly, "Oh."

...

Sitting at the dining table, Bian Xun faced the mother and daughter.

His entire house was in a cool gray tone, except for the chandelier above the dining table, which was the only warm light. Now, the light melted down and enveloped the two people, one big and one small.

Bian Xun stared quietly for a long time, and for the first time, he felt that the restaurant had truly become a restaurant.

Ning Ye ate a few bites of food and found that it was still hot. She asked Tao Tao about her day and realized that she had spent most of her time searching for her, making sure that she hadn't missed any of the things the child needed to do.

Ning Ye lowered her head and carefully finished all the food Bian Xun had left for her, leaving nothing behind. With her stomach full, her heart slowly settled down.

“From now on, the kids will probably need to come over when I’m away on business,” Ning Ye said, holding the bowl in her fingers as she earnestly discussed with him. “There will be times when I can’t take time off, and I might need you to help me attend a parent-teacher meeting. Also, if the kindergarten has any activities that require the father to attend, I might need your help…”

Ning Ye listed them out carefully.

She doesn't feel there's anything wrong with putting in more effort. Firstly, her child is now closer to her and more dependent on her. Secondly, she feels more at ease knowing that her child's father contributes more money.

As she meticulously divided the responsibilities of both her parents, Bian Xun's gaze involuntarily fell on her slightly parted lips, and he began to think that perhaps they would need to move to a bigger house in the future.

This apartment has a square layout, but it was originally designed for single-person living, so the huge space of several hundred square meters only has one master bedroom, one study, and one walk-in closet.

Clearly, it is not suitable for family living.

After finishing her meal, Ning Ye habitually put away the bowls and chopsticks she had used, but Bian Xun pressed her hand down.

This time, he didn't try a gentle tone. His dark eyes were calm as he simply said, "Leave it there and don't move it."

Ning Ye responded with two "ohs," then suddenly felt a little awkward.

Under the same roof, sitting at the same table to eat, and deciding who will wash the dishes afterward... it feels just like family life.

But in reality, they are still exes who broke up many years ago.

Ning Ye awkwardly picked up her bag, her slender white fingers holding Ning Zhitao's hand, "Then I'll take the little one home first, okay?"

Bian Xun didn't insist on keeping them, and got up to pick up his car keys, saying, "I'll give you a ride."

On the way back to Xia Lu residential area, the mother and daughter chatted excitedly in the back seat.

Bian Xun glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly started thinking again.

For families with children, switching to an SUV is a safer option; sports cars are no longer suitable. When taking children out in the future, you'll need ample storage space in the trunk.

The president, lost in thought, escorted her to the entrance of the residential complex.

Undeniably, he began to be somewhat infatuated with the feeling of driving them both around.

The small interior space of the car is like a concrete manifestation of the group's name.

He will no longer concern himself with anyone or anything else.

He was about to break into the house.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the property manager already recognized it. He cheerfully held up a QR code and said, "Handsome, just scan the code for 100 yuan. I'll keep an eye on how long you park."

As Bian Xun casually raised his phone, a head popped out from behind him. Ning Ye looked at the old man in surprise, "Uncle Liu? You're charging him a hundred for how long he stops?"

You can spend the money of unscrupulous capitalists, but you can't spend it recklessly.

Mr. Liu, the property manager, was surprised to find a resident in the car. Feeling guilty, he quickly put away the QR code, saying, "Never mind, never mind!"

Ning Yezhi withdrew from the unscrupulous property management company, ensuring the president received 100 yuan.

"..." Bian Xun really wanted to praise her.

But I just couldn't bring myself to praise it.

Her head peeked out from between the front seats, her snow-white earlobes only a hand's width away from his in her haste. The sweet scent of detergent wafted down her neck and collar, like an evening breeze, reaching his breath, and his hand, which was resting on the steering wheel, tightened slightly.

Ning Ye immediately returned to the back seat and picked up Ning Zhitao's small schoolbag.

Bian Xun turned his head to look out the car window and took a couple of breaths before remembering the question he should ask most today.

He casually turned slightly to the side and asked Ning Ye, "Did anything happy happen today?"

If he can make ten million.

Ning Ye should have earned at least a thousand.

Ning Ye looked up, slightly puzzled. Something to be happy about?

Aside from making a little money selling stocks, she also had some dealings with Actress Xu today, but it didn't seem like she was happy at all.

Bian Xun leaned closer, his eyes reflecting the streamlined, dim lights inside the car, like stars twinkling in the shadows, and coaxed, "For example, things like fortune."

Ning Ye looked puzzled, then thought for a moment, "...Oh!"

Bian Xun's deep black eyes flashed, staring intently at her parting pale pink lips, his gaze focused as if he were trying to unlock the secrets to the world's wealth.

"The flight attendant upgraded me to premium economy for free on my return trip today. I was really lucky!"

With a smile on her face, Ning Ye took Ning Zhitao's hand and said, "Then we'll be going now."

Goodbye, Dad!

Bian Xun: "."

Bian Xun: "Goodbye."

He leaned back in his car seat, raised his hand to press his temples, and received a message from his assistant on his phone.

"Analysts warn that the company's stock price will begin to fall starting tomorrow."

Bian Xun silently gazed into the distance, watching Ning Ye lead the child into the building entrance.

He'll get her to talk eventually.

Um.

…

The following day, the weekday began, and the kindergarten's parent-child activity day was held as scheduled.

Ning Ye did not inform Bian Xun about this.

There has been some internal turmoil within the group recently, and the stock price has indeed fallen, with the overall market being somewhat unstable. Senior management is gathered on the 30th floor for an intensive meeting. At this time, as the head of Wujiang Group, Bian Xun needs to boost shareholder confidence, maintain the company's image, provide strong financial indicators, and stabilize market sentiment.

Ning Ye recalled Xu Lanyi's words: the Bian family was both encircling and searching for resources, and at this time, the Xu family was indeed a powerful ally.

During parent-child activities, Bian Xun won't actually show up and bring Gu Zixun to perform, right?

She wasn't bothered, since she already knew the plot in advance, but she was worried that Ning Zhitao would be unhappy.

Therefore, I would rather not participate today.

On the other side.

Wujiang High-Level Conference Room.

Bian Xun sat in the main seat, twirling a pen between his fingers. He rested one hand on his temple, seemingly deep in thought.

Bian Ziwen's family, whom he had expelled, secretly contacted relatives who were still working in Wujiang, and together with the Xinyang Group, which had recently been pushed to the brink, they poached a major cooperation agreement that was comparable to the government's, which was expected to cause Bian Xun tens of millions of yuan in losses in the first place.

Inside the conference hall, Bian Ziwen sat down smugly. Last time, he was falsely accused by Bian Xun, that miser, of tampering with his private accounts. This time, he could finally hold his head high.

"Bian Xun, I never thought you'd end up like this, did I?"

Bian Xun, who had been watching the stock market fluctuations, raised his eyes slightly upon hearing this and suddenly said, "I recently obtained access to a channel with a 10,000-fold return."

Bian Ziwen was taken aback.

Bian Xun casually opened the bill and showed him the single transaction of tens of millions. This kind of transaction, without a header or a clear name, looked very suspicious! Bian Ziwen believed it immediately.

Bian Ziwen swallowed hard, a glint of excitement in his eyes typical of a gambling addict. "Brother, how did you do that? Can you get your little brother involved? I was just kidding with Xin Yang and the others. I can talk to Grandpa for you..."

Bian Xun put away his phone, expressionless. "You believe that?"

Bian Ziwen felt like he'd been doused with cold water. "???"

Bian Xun raised his hand and waved, "Why are non-Wujiang employees here?"

The bodyguards immediately sprang into action, dragging the stubborn Bian Ziwen away. "He really does!!! He's really good at making money!!"

The high-level meeting continued, with everyone expressing concern about the company's recent stock price.

Many people held company shares, and there was a lot of discussion. "The stock price has dropped by nearly 10% in a single day..."

Bian Xun's gaze fell once again on the fluctuating K-line chart, studying the recent price fluctuations of individual stocks.

Suddenly, it seemed like he understood something, "?"

Bian Xun turned to Assistant Zhang and asked, "Where is she now?"

He wants to welcome the God of Wealth.

It seems he's about to become the world's richest man.

…

The parent-child day activities took place after school, and Ning Ye had already finished her painting and dance performance with Ning Zhitao.

The kindergarten was newly decorated today, with poems and drawings written by the children on the walls. Most of the performances by the parents and children were light and simple, and the atmosphere was very joyful.

Ning Ye and Ning Zhitao's performance was also very simple.

Each of them held a paintbrush, reciting nursery rhymes taught in kindergarten while drawing a simple sketch of Teacher Yuzi in one stroke and connecting two strokes. They then showed it to everyone.

The brushstrokes are childlike, but the signature clothes and pomelo hair clips are lifelike, making it easy to recognize who it is.

Teacher Youzi covered her mouth with surprise and gratitude, and accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you, Tao Tao, thank you, Tao Tao's mom!"

Gu Zixun and the few little boys beside him laughed.

"What kind of performance is this? Watch Zixun!"

Gu Zixun kept looking expectantly in the direction of the kindergarten entrance.

His mother said that his future father would appear today!

Gu Zixun craned his neck and looked for a long time, but no one appeared. He got into his small toy off-road vehicle, turned the steering wheel, and drove off.

The other children had never seen such a performance before, and they immediately stood up in surprise and envy, their eyes following Gu Zixun's car everywhere.

Ning Ye held Ning Zhitao's hand as a voice slowly descended beside her, "Have you heard? The Bian family and Xinyang Group have joined forces to attack Bian Xun. Wujiang has poured a large amount of its funds into research and development projects, and now its cash flow is very tight. The stock price is also fluctuating. If it suffers losses this time, the stock price will continue to fall."

Ning Ye turned her head and saw Xu Lanyi, who was disguised. Her gaze was leisurely on her son who was driving. "But do you know? The boss of Xinyang Group is my father's nephew. As long as our Xu family speaks up, this matter can be settled."

Xu Lanyi smiled and applauded Gu Zixun as he came to a stop. "So do you think a successful businessman like Bian Xun would refuse me?"

This is the difference between her and Ning Ye.

The Xu family has already extended an olive branch, and she has already made her wish.

Today, if Bian Xun appears, it means her wish has been fulfilled. And if Bian Xun doesn't appear, how can Ning Ye have the financial resources to compete with her?

Ning Zhitao, listening nearby, was completely bewildered and whispered to Ning Ye, "Mom, what is she saying?"

Ning Ye patted the child's head, her face peaceful and calm, and said, "Tell your father that he has no money."

But your future father will be rich.

She had Bian Xun's black card in her pocket and remained calm.

However, although Bian Xun will indeed be incredibly wealthy in the future, he has only recently come to power and will inevitably encounter storms and fluctuations. Ning Ye is not sure whether he will accept the Xu family's proposal.

But no matter what, Ning Ye secretly didn't want him to be there today.

What would Ning Zhitao think if she saw other children calling her father "Dad"?

After Gu Zixun finished his performance, he jumped off his off-road vehicle and proudly raised his chin among the children.

"Zixun's family is indeed very rich!"

"Zixun's parents must be very capable."

Teacher Youzi noticed the competitive atmosphere that was emerging among the children, and quickly raised the microphone to say, "The performances by all the parents and children today were wonderful, let's give them a round of applause!"

"But the kindergarten would like to remind everyone that today's charity donation event for Parent-Child Day is not meant to be compared. Any amount donated is a token of goodwill, and even ten yuan is a contribution!"

Gu Zixun returned to the audience with his hands behind his back. The little boy smiled smugly, "Who would donate ten yuan?"

"Exactly, how can you possibly give away ten yuan?"

The children surrounding Gu Zixun must all come from well-off families; before Parent-Child Day, they were already comparing how much money each parent was prepared to donate.

Xu Lanyi calmly dusted off the corner of her clothes.

Children's innocence is also a cruel thing. At their age, they don't really have a concept of money; what they compare is face and the right to speak among themselves.

Parents began donating money one after another. Regardless of the amount donated, they would receive a certificate issued by the kindergarten, indicating that 80% of the donations would be used for children in impoverished mountainous areas and 20% would be used to improve kindergarten facilities.

Most parents are residents of the nearby community, and their living conditions in this area are not bad, but they don't need to spend money like water on this matter.

Most parents donated between 200 and 500 yuan, and occasionally one or two donated 1,000 yuan, which was already considered a lot.

Xu Lanyi handed Gu Zixun a card and said elegantly, "Son, you should donate it yourself."

Gu Zixun took the card, walked up proudly with his hands behind his back, and after a moment, the dean asked in shock.

"One hundred thousand? Zixun, your family really donated one hundred thousand?"

The surrounding children immediately stood up. "Gu Zixun's family donated 100,000!"

"Wow! So rich!"

After donating the card, Gu Zixun walked back with his hands behind his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ning Zhitao's worried eyes. "Ning Zhitao, do you need me to lend you money?"

Ning Zhitao grabbed her mother's clothes.

Is Dad really out of money?

Could it be that she brought that card, which is why Dad ran out of money?

Dad went bankrupt!

Seeing the worry on the child's face, Ning Ye realized that she shouldn't have gone along with what she said earlier.

Kids really do take things seriously.

She quickly grasped the child's hand and whispered, "Taotao, have you forgotten what your father told you? We'll donate whatever you want today, don't worry."

Ning Zhitao, on the verge of tears, said, "Then let's donate ten yuan, Mom."

I'm out of money!

Ning Ye felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, and a wave of guilt washed over her.

But before she could even calm the child's heart, Gu Zixun suddenly stood up with a look of surprise and looked at the kindergarten gate in the distance.

The man's appearance drew all eyes.

Ning Ye's heart tightened immediately; it seemed that Bian Xun had accepted the Xu family's offer after all.

She took Ning Zhitao's hand, intending to leave with the child after donating the money so that Ning Zhitao wouldn't see anything unpleasant.

Ning Ye quickly walked to the donation table, scanned the code, entered 500 yuan, and was about to make the payment.

Behind her, the man strode past Xu Lanyi and her son, who were looking on expectantly, and pressed down on Ning Ye with one hand, saying, "Don't move."

"I'll donate."

Ning Zhitao burst into tears, looked up and cried, "Dad, stop pretending! You're going bankrupt!"

Bian Xun: "...?"

Ning Ye felt saddened by what she saw, so she pushed Bian Xun aside, slammed her password into her hand, and insisted on making the donation.

"It's okay, Tao Tao, we have money."

Bian Xun's temples twitched. This time, he pressed her down and pulled her closer to his chest, his gaze gentle as he said, "Keep your five hundred for yourself, okay?"

Then, while looking at the dean, he quickly pulled out his black card.

"I will donate five million."

He didn't want to bear the air loss of 499,950 yuan.

"In the name of Ning Zhitao's mother."

Ning Zhitao looked at her father and slowly opened her mouth wide.

The words fell.

The whole kindergarten was in an uproar!

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Author's note: Friends, you're late! 100 red envelopes!

I've tried to gain weight again today, and updates will resume after midnight.

I've had a bad cold and low-grade fever for the past two days, so I'll try to keep my update schedule consistent. But as long as I haven't taken leave, I'll definitely update! [bowing gesture]