Chapter 27 Dad's Silent Secret Between Father and Daughter (Double Update Combined)...

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The stock price rebounded, but the opportunity to buy at the bottom was missed.

The 10 billion yuan that was about to be delivered vanished into thin air.

I'm neither making a profit nor a loss, so why am I so heartbroken?

Some business geniuses have never experienced such a significant loss in their business careers. However, in stark contrast to the president's depression and frustration, the entire company was thriving and in good spirits.

All employees praised General Manager Bian's strategic plan, which greatly boosted the company's confidence!

The young CEO remained silent and slowly sat down.

Her black hair fell loosely over her brow bone, and she clasped her hands together in front of her forehead, listening to the sound of her heart breaking.

Ning Ye happened to be standing in front of him, unaware of what was going on, and thought he was feeling unwell, so she asked with some concern, "Have you been sick lately?"

Don't bring it to the children.

Bian Xun raised his cold, numb black eyes and stared at her quietly.

He once thought that the most painful thing would be if his spending increased ten thousand times.

It turns out that's not the case.

The huge sum of money that couldn't be obtained is even more heartbreaking.

Bian Xun slowly closed his eyes, his breathing even and slightly cool. "I'm fine."

There is more than one type of cryptocurrency.

Investing isn't limited to just stock trading.

The important thing is the person in front of you.

Ning Ye quietly observed him. Apart from his gloomy mood, he seemed to be in good physical condition.

After all, capitalists are deeply entrenched and their foundations are not so easily damaged by stock price fluctuations.

Ning Ye then felt relieved and used her phone to buy some stocks for Tao Tao to play around with.

The quantity isn't large, and it's not for making money; it's just to give the kids a new hobby. After all, Ning Zhitao is exceptionally good with numbers, which is quite similar to Bian Xun, as evidenced by how she memorized the passwords to all of her father's properties.

Ning Ye still harbors that mysterious, standard Chinese parenting mentality: what if her child has a talent for this?

We can't let it go to waste!

Bian Xun watched her make her move from a high position with detached eyes, his heart already at peace. He gazed leisurely into the distance, neither hindering nor interfering.

Not only did they not make any money, they also had to spend ten thousand times more to buy their own stocks.

The CEO has already attained enlightenment.

But after waiting for a long time, the bill still hadn't appeared on her phone. Ning Ye, who was not far away, looked down at her phone screen, finished her task, and then picked up her water bottle and went back to her workstation.

She didn't use Bianxun's card to buy stocks this time.

After all, Bian Xun has recently started taking care of the child and has taken on the role of the father of the child in the department. Since he is also contributing, she should share some of the expenses of raising the child.

Of course, Ning Ye wouldn't try to appear wealthy beyond her means; this would depend on the specific circumstances and the wealth disparity between the two parties. She nodded sternly to herself.

Bian Xun quietly watched her leave.

Looking back, she almost never used his card to buy anything for herself; it was all for the children.

Bian Xun disliked this kind of dedication.

But she never asked him for anything.

She could get a full meal at the school cafeteria when she was in school, and she still manages to eat at the company cafeteria now. She's never picky about food or clothing; while her clothes aren't cheap, they're all simple, comfortable basics. She doesn't wear makeup often; her clean-cut face gives her a fresh and clean look, like she's enveloped in a refreshing mist.

Beneath her slender back, Bian Xun's gaze lingered on the porcelain-white nape of her neck, partially hidden by her hair—empty and devoid of any adornment. Her delicate wrists were also clean, adorned only with a simple hair tie. She wore no extravagant accessories; at first glance, she looked almost exactly the same as when she was in school.

Bian Xun frowned, his mood gradually sinking.

After a while, the unscrupulous capitalist suddenly realized a more serious problem.

Ning Ye has very low desires.

And she now holds the key to his greatest wealth.

If she has little interest in or doesn't particularly gravitate towards those expensive, hedonistic, and upper-class things, why would she be so eager to pursue more wealth?

In other words, she would never take the initiative to invest.

If she doesn't invest, how can he make a profit of ten thousand times the amount?

The last time she bought stocks, it was probably just because she had just joined the company and wanted to get some company shares for herself, so that it would be easier to buy and sell if she had inside information.

But Ning Ye is not someone who would rack his brains to find ways to make money.

Therefore, Bian Xun's wealth cannot increase out of thin air.

The president immediately stood up, expressionless, and began to think.

He needs to start making her yearn for the things that wealth brings, or perhaps she doesn't yearn for them because she hasn't experienced them. If he upgrades everything in her life and gets her used to an expensive lifestyle, then her views on consumption and money will change accordingly.

A glint of light slowly flashed in the president's sharp black eyes.

That gave him a very compelling reason—to buy her things.

In the past six years, all he has done is send her phone credit.

He threw away everything else.

Bian Xun slowly left the department, turned around with his hands behind his back, and glanced at her briefly.

He hoped she craved money.

Of course, one can also yearn for him.

…

Bian Xun began to work on changing Ning Ye's views on money.

But he discovered that someone was even faster than him.

At the president's desk, Assistant Zhang showed the flight tickets for the upcoming meeting in Hangzhou. President Bian was naturally in first class, but he upgraded Ms. Ning to a seat next to the president.

Assistant Zhang smiled gracefully.

Ever since the last parent-child day event, Assistant Zhang has been hearing Zhang Sijie respectfully refer to so-and-so as "Dad King" since he got home. It took him a week to realize that she was referring to his boss.

The first honorary father in the history of Xia Lu Kindergarten has made a great impact on the children's world, and they all bow down and call him the King of Dads.

Assistant Zhang couldn't help but feel awe. Sure enough, a man like his boss couldn't possibly have his sights set solely on the role of a family patriarch!

Assistant Zhang quickly analyzed the boss's motives from this incident. It was clear that Boss Bian was willing to go to any lengths for Miss Ning and her daughter, Tao Tao!

Five million may not be much in terms of his assets, but it would be enough for a team to make progress for several months when it comes to R&D costs.

Therefore, Assistant Zhang understood perfectly and didn't need to worry about the cost when it came to Miss Ning's matter.

The CEO is determined to spend money on her!

Bian Xun glanced at his plane ticket at the corner of her eye, her eyebrows subtly raising an inch.

Although the president did not issue any comments, Assistant Zhang was very clear that this move perfectly met the user's needs and hit the president's pain point.

Therefore, his next course of action will follow this line of thinking.

After having a child, Mr. Bian indeed began to change.

"Then, Mr. Bian, I'll go first..." Assistant Zhang abruptly stopped, his child always calling him "Dad" at home, which had led him astray. "Excuse me, Mr. Bian."

"?" Bian Xun glanced at him and changed his posture with a slightly arrogant air.

That's good. It seems his image as a father has recently become very popular.

Assistant Zhang, taking the perspective of a fellow father, also arranged the boss's upcoming schedule in advance: "Are you attending the kindergarten's parent-teacher meeting and sports day next month? Both of these events conflict with your business schedule."

The president pondered.

Assistant Zhang then followed up by asking, "If you're participating in the Dad's Sports Meet, what events do you plan to sign up for?"

Avoid their sharp edge!

If you lose, you can't hold your head up in front of your children; if you win, you worry about being retaliated against at work.

Assistant Zhang needs to carefully consider the nuances involved.

“?” Bian Xun raised his dark eyes. He actually knew nothing about these kindergarten activities and didn’t care much about them.

Parent-teacher meetings and sports meets were things that would never have taken up his time in the past, and he would never have turned down business activities for them.

Bian Xun coldly parted his thin lips and said, "Cancel the business."

Assistant Zhang understood and explained to the boss, "There will be about ten events at the sports meet, all of which are brain-training games that test the tacit understanding between parents and children. Xia Lu Kindergarten has been running for many years and has comprehensive supplies. There will also be doctors from the Children's Hospital on site, so it's very safe."

Bian Xun raised an eyebrow. "Another hospital with the water radical?"

Assistant Zhang: "Yes, their hospital has established a long-term cooperative relationship with Xia Lu Kindergarten."

Bian Xun leaned back, his dark eyes cold and desolate, truly a lingering ghost.

It seems he needs to expedite the process of improving Ning Ye's views on money.

Make her realize as soon as possible that no other man is acceptable except him.

Assistant Zhang: "The parent-teacher meeting is held before the sports meet. As the first parent-teacher meeting of this semester, the school recommends that the children's parents attend together."

As soon as he finished speaking, a subtle change appeared in the president's usually cold and aloof expression.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be a kind of subtle, secret pleasure.

"Alright, let's get down to business." Bian Xun's pen landed on the sandalwood table, his expression indifferent.

"Yes." Assistant Zhang immediately switched from the children's channel to the elite mode.

However, seeing the subtle pleasure in President Bian's eyes, Assistant Zhang secretly reflected and summarized in his heart.

He booked two hotel suites for the conference in Hangzhou. Was that unnecessary?

…

With her business trip imminent, Ning Ye hasn't been idle these past few days, busy preparing for her pregnancy with Cyber.

The child has been in this world for almost two months and will soon be celebrating his/her birthday.

It was truly a magical experience.

After that Parent-Child Day, rumors began to circulate online, with some claiming that a major news story about a popular female celebrity's secret marriage and childbirth would be revealed, causing quite a stir online.

However, these rumors are often a mix of truth and falsehood. There are often rumors that someone is a top star but turns out to be just a third-tier celebrity. After this happened so many times, netizens started to develop PTSD from the "crying wolf" phenomenon.

In the end, that scandal was overshadowed by the well-known marital and childbearing situation of a middle-aged actress. Clearly, Xu Lanyi's timely public relations efforts prevented the revelation from being exposed.

However, rumors began to circulate online, suggesting that the popular actress had actually had a child with a powerful figure...

Ning Ye narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to focus on her own work.

She has a lot of work to do every day, and the details of this departmental meeting were very trivial, so she could only catch up on her pregnancy preparation progress in between work.

Whether it works or not, she took all the pills according to the instructions.

She also sent some to Bian Xun.

The problem is that these small pills are mixed in with other male health products, which seems ambiguous.

Bian Xun crossed his arms and looked at the various kinds of medicines and health products.

He came to an absurd conclusion.

She wants to have a second child with him...?

But Ning Zhitao is still young and probably can't accept a new younger brother or sister yet.

Bian Xun immediately dismissed the idea.

These drugs, though varied in type, all conveyed the same message: she had become interested in his male prowess.

This thought was like a spark falling on a winter leaf, and a certain restlessness immediately flowed through it, making the veins on the back of one's hand bulge, and a veil of vague reveries swept across one's eyes.

Bian Xun looked indifferent and did not approve, but somehow he ate it for a few days.

But the person did not show any sustained or further concern.

They were so busy that they didn't even spend money.

During the lunch break that day, the president called Assistant Zhang over, and a few minutes later, he learned of her current whereabouts—

Ning Ye was actually at the company gym.

Her daytime work was already very tedious, and she only had an hour and a half for lunch break, yet she went to the gym?

Ning Ye has been researching a lot of information recently, and they all say that the physical condition of the mother is also very important during the preparation for pregnancy. She didn't have a regular exercise habit before, but she has recently started exercising in order to prepare for pregnancy with Cyber.

Even though it might not be effective, she would try her best whenever she thought about the possibility that these things might be related to her child's health.

The gym is closed in the morning, and she has to pick up her child in the evening, so the only time she can use is at noon.

Bian Xun went down to the 10th floor and headed towards the company gym. He thought the employees would be out eating at this time, but to his surprise, the gym was packed with people through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

He paused slightly, his brow furrowing as he searched.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding an air of neatness and refinement from his hair to his trousers, which was clearly out of place in the gym.

Inside, men and women mingled, sweating profusely from their exercise. Their workout clothes were tight and scant, and many male employees wore only a piece of cloth vest, revealing their bulky, less-than-ideal muscles on their shoulders and arms.

The president frowned with an air of haughtiness.

His physical management is planned regularly by a professional team. His muscles are thin and firm but not excessive, and his body fat percentage and physical functions are at their peak.

If she wants to see it, she can see his.

Bian Xun frowned and took a few steps forward. Suddenly, he saw Ning Ye wearing headphones on the treadmill.

The noise reduction and image stabilization of the Cloud Sound Pro seemed so excellent that she was completely unaware of the stares and whispers around her.

She wore a brown tight-fitting sports vest and matching brown tight-fitting yoga pants.

Sweat rolled down her pink cheeks and into her collar, wetting a patch of the tightly bound, high-necked front, turning the coffee color into a dull dark brown.

Her waistline was incredibly beautiful, her legs were long and shapely, and she moved powerfully back and forth on the treadmill. Her buttocks were round and plump like peaches, swaying in the air with each movement.

She usually wears loose and casual work clothes, which expose very little skin and cover up her legs.

I've seen it before.

But now, everyone can see it.

A dark fire suddenly surged in Bian Xun's eyes.

Objectively speaking, Ning Ye was dressed very normally, just sportswear, and the style could even be described as conservative.

But the countless pairs of eyes glued to her around her felt like a disgusting swamp.

Bian Xun, feeling gloomy and expressionless, sent her a message on the Xiaotiancai app.

A few minutes later, Ning Ye, carrying a towel to wipe the sweat from her pale ears, pushed open the door and walked out of the gym amidst countless disappointed and reluctant gazes.

The company gym is well-equipped, with showers. After her run, she was about to take a shower when someone stopped her at the corner.

The hot, slippery touch on her wrist landed in the man's cold palm. Bian Xun lowered her eyes expressionlessly, looking down at her for a long time.

Judging from his eyes, the president appears abstinent and rational.

Ning Ye had just finished exercising and was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Bian Xun, a severe germaphobe, was covered in sweat.

She pulled her hand back slightly. "What were you going to say about the kindergarten?"

Bian Xun's gaze followed her subtly for a moment, his body remaining still, but his chest heaving for a few breaths, and the pad of his thumb on her wrist unconsciously rubbed it slightly.

“It’s nothing,” he said calmly, showing no sign of anything amiss. “I just meant that if you have the stamina for this sport, you should save it for the children’s sports meet.”

Ning Ye: "?"

Can those be the same?

Ning Ye found this person inexplicable, and pulled her wrist away. "Okay, I'll go wash up first..."

“Don’t come to the company gym anymore,” Bian Xun gripped her wrist again, picked up her towel, and wiped her palms and forearms. “I’ve got you a five-year membership at the yoga studio next to our neighborhood, so you can go anytime.”

Just got it done.

Ning Ye was stunned. She knew the club next to her house. It offered yoga and Pilates classes, as well as swimming and fitness. It focused on the ultimate high-end line, and the membership fee was six or seven times more expensive than a regular gym. A five-year unlimited card would cost around 100,000 yuan.

Why is he suddenly being so generous to her?

Bian Xun calmly withdrew his hand.

The yoga instructors are all women.

The members are all women.

The president, with his hands behind his back, looked down at her for a long time, his reason prevailing over a certain restless impulse, and his brain finally returned to its main purpose, which had inadvertently strayed from its original direction.

He wanted Ning Ye to enjoy everything that money could buy.

Change her view on money.

It made her crave money.

Then we started to focus on investing.

"Spend more money to get a better experience."

Bian Xun looked at her with an air of pride, his expression subtly encouraging, "Do you have any ideas?"

Ning Ye looked at him, puzzled, but thinking it was also a kind gesture from the child's father, she asked in a very simple and slightly shy manner, "Can I get a refund for the gym classes I signed up for at the company?"

Bian Xun: "?"

In order to improve her physical fitness more effectively, Ning Ye also signed up for a fitness instructor class on the company's online platform, spending two hundred yuan.

Bian Xun looked at her, his thin lips parted, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She even wanted to return two hundred yuan.

When can we start investing hundreds of millions?

The president closed his eyes in despair.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, pressed her shoulder, and led her into the shower room, saying, "Change your clothes."

He was expressionless.

You can't work out at the company gym either.

…

In short, during the week before Ning Ye's business trip to Hangzhou, Bian Xun tried his best to increase her spending level.

But the results were minimal.

December has arrived.

The president's gaze fell on the schedule, and he selected a particular day, his dark eyes fixing on it slightly.

Under his tireless guidance, Ning Ye remained diligent and conscientious, while Ning Zhitao sent him a mysterious private message.

"Dad, can you take me to the mall today?"

Bian Xun had no objections.

Ning Ye is going on a business trip tomorrow, so the department is working overtime today.

In the evening, Bian Xun picked up the child from kindergarten, put him in the car, and drove directly to the most expensive shopping mall in the city.

The car was parked in the underground garage, and the elevator took me up to the first floor, where it was filled with international luxury brands.

Bian Xun, holding Ning Zhitao's hand, finally looked down at her and asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Taking children shopping is also a good idea.

Children don't really understand what's expensive, but it's enough that the things they bring back can be projected onto their mothers.

Bian Xun gently stroked the child's soft, round, fluffy head and said casually, "Take whatever you want."

Ning Zhitao nodded obediently. She looked around and then nimbly slipped into a light blue luxury jewelry store.

She's actually quite familiar with all of this! Her dad used to bring her here often.

Bian Xun raised his dark eyes and glanced at the store in a few indifferent glances. His black card had VIC service for this kind of store.

The man slowly walked into the store, watching the little one look around, and his gaze unconsciously began to search as well.

Bian Xun didn't ask Ning Zhitao why she wanted to buy things.

In his worldview, it's perfectly normal for a child to want something.

What's more, he's now a father.

The sales assistant was about to approach when Bian Xun raised his hand to stop him. So he had no choice but to turn around and follow closely behind the little girl who was clearly raised in a wealthy family.

Bian Xun looked around the display cases and saw rings, bracelets, and necklaces, some fully diamond-encrusted and some without, shimmering with different lusters under the soft crystal lights.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a uniquely designed necklace, studded with diamonds, dazzling in its own display case.

He took a few steps forward, his fingertips just lifting up.

Then a round head popped out from under the display case, its two black grapes shining brightly in the light. "Dad, can I buy this?"

Bian Xun raised an eyebrow; his aesthetic sense did indeed overlap with that of the child.

He bent down slightly. "You want this? I want to buy it too, what should I do?"

“Ah,” Ning Zhitao said, cupping her face in her hands with a hint of distress, her chubby cheeks puffing out, “but I think this would be perfect for my mother’s painting.”

My mom seems to be working very hard lately, though I don't know what she's working so hard about.

But she knew all about her mother's hardships.

Bian Xun paused slightly, then half-squatted down in front of the child, looking at her with his dark eyes, "Why?"

Ning Zhitao tilted her head, a little confused, as if reminding her father, "Because Mom's birthday is coming up soon, and I've been drawing with crayons for so many lessons, but Mom doesn't know! I'm going to give her a surprise this time, Dad."

Bian Xun looked slightly taken aback.

Ning Ye's ID card states that her birthday is February.

But in reality, she was born in December.

Because of her father's perfunctory and confused attitude, her birthday was mistakenly recorded as February. So even the company emails sending her birthday wishes, and all the automatic updates on apps, were wrong. From childhood to adulthood, she never made a point of telling her friends so that others would remember her correct birthday.

Previously, only Bian Xun knew the correct date.

But now, there's one more child.

Two people, one big and one small, squatted in front of this display case, commemorating Ning Ye's birth.

…

When Bian Xun took the children back, he carried a lot of things in large and small bags and delivered them directly to Xia Lu Community.

Ning Ye knew he had taken the child out, so she waited at the entrance of the community early after finishing work. Seeing the child's happy face, she couldn't help but smile.

Bian Xun's expression remained calm.

He simply bought seven or eight luxury items on a whim.

Of course, this capitalist did not forget his purpose.

Upon seeing Ning Ye, Ning Zhitao quickly and secretly stuffed her mother's gift into her father's clothes, and even tucked his clothes into his pants. Her face was filled with excited enthusiasm, and her little round hands were used to cover her mouth, which was trying to hide her smirk.

"..." Bian Xun looked down at his suddenly large belly.

After a moment of silence, they acquiesced.

He even felt a childlike anticipation in his heart.

But the president had a bigger vision. He looked up at Ning Ye and deliberately put seven or eight bags into her hands, coaxing her with his tone, "These are all items that hold their value."

The key is to get her to accept this view of consumption.

We've become accustomed to everything that money brings.

Understand the value-added benefits of money.

For example, some luxury goods can increase in price after a few years.

Following this line of thought, she developed a wealthy mindset, thus gradually approaching the threshold of investment.

Ning Ye looked at him with some suspicion, but finally nodded: "Keep it as a family heirloom for the children."

"?"

Bian Xun looked into her almond-shaped eyes, which remained untainted by wealth, his jawline tightened slightly, and he gritted his teeth, "I bought it for you."

Ning Ye's gaze became even more suspicious.

Did he withhold wages from his employees? Or did he evade taxes?

How did they suddenly become so extravagant and dissolute?

Bian Xun found it difficult to explain, so he could only continue to guide her, staring at her slightly parted lips, "I hope you live a better life, have more money, and make money generate more money..."

Capitalists have exhausted all means.

Ning Ye looked at him suspiciously, when suddenly, Bian Xun's phone screen lit up.

She glanced down and saw his bill.

First, there was a bank card transaction notification.

Then came another consumption notification.

In just one night, he spent 1.21 million!

Then another 8.5 million was spent!

Ning Ye looked up in shock, took two steps back while holding the baby's hand, and asked, "Did you pick something up outside?"

Such extravagance and debauchery?

Ning Ye was terrified and quickly grabbed her child and ran home, fearing that gambling, drugs, and prostitution would catch up with her and her child.

In the cold wind.

The CEO stood there, speechless.

He glanced down at his phone, his eyes glazed over, reminiscing about the more than ten million yuan Ning Ye had earned for him through successful stock trading.

However, it's already the beginning of the month.

Her 24 installments of Alipay and monthly rent payments.

I just submitted it.

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Author's Note: Bian Xun: I lost everything.

Here it is!! This chapter will continue with the red envelope giveaway; we'll distribute them all tomorrow, hopefully around this time as well.