Chapter 3: The enormous sum of money made him possessive of it.

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The next day.

"Mr. Bian, your phone has not been infected with a virus, and your personal bank cards and credit cards are in good standing with excellent credit. Is there something wrong with this?"

Bian Xun's face revealed no emotion.

The entire Wujiang Group building was deserted, with only the top floor of the office building lit up. The young president sat leaning against a thick, long sandalwood desk, with overlapping steel bars and glass behind him, as if he had the entire city's morning and night views at his fingertips.

What's wrong?

Nothing is right.

Can a drink made with low-quality saccharin really sell for 120,000 yuan?

Is this the world's way of him personally robbing the rich to help the poor?

Bian Xun's personal card was fine, but the bill was definitely wrong. The money was going through his account and being spent in his name, but it didn't go to the merchants; it just disappeared into thin air.

Are the scoundrels in the group trying to retaliate, trying to get rid of him?

But is his money so easy to steal?

The man's sharp, elongated eyes gave him a cold and indifferent look. His slender, well-defined fingers tapped silently on the table, but his thoughts shifted from the small amount of money spent on milk tea to that pale, unadorned face.

These past few days, my heart, which is usually as still and deep as a stagnant pool, has become restless.

Because of a reunion?

What gives her the right?

Bian Xun lowered his eyes indifferently, turning the leather chair beneath him to overlook the bustling business district and rows of residential buildings.

The residential areas surrounding the company are like rows of squares, housing countless people, but she can't even afford to rent a place like that, and her mailing address is so remote.

Bian Xun chuckled, pressed the intercom, and got up to leave the office.

Assistant Zhang was already waiting outside the door, handing the president his coat. The car was already parked in B1, and they were about to head to the seaport outside Tianjin.

Bian Xun donned a black overcoat over his suit, exuding an air of impeccable nobility. As he stepped outside, he suddenly felt a strong pang of anxiety.

As if guided by instinct, a sense of crisis made Bian Xun suddenly stop in his tracks. In that instant, he felt as if he was about to pay a huge price.

However, after a moment of silence, that feeling suddenly vanished without a trace.

Bian Xun: "?"

"Oops, I paid with the wrong card!"

Ning Ye is currently paying her rent.

She originally intended to use Bian Xun's black card to pay, but the real estate agent chatted with her for a bit, praising her for being so straightforward that she didn't even need to discuss renting the apartment with her child's father.

Ning Ye looked up and smiled without explaining. Then she looked down again and, as was her habit, selected her Alipay account. By the time she realized what was happening, the facial recognition had already made a smooth "ding".

Payment successful!

Ning Ye tapped her phone screen in frustration. Fortunately, she had only paid the first month's rent, plus the agency fee and the deposit, which came to about 20,000 yuan.

On second thought, since I've already paid my share in advance, I'll save myself the trouble of paying rent to my ex-boyfriend A every month.

Today, she got up early to look at the apartment herself. After parting ways with the real estate agent, she went to the Xia Lu residential area alone and observed for quite a while. There are indeed many families with children here. She asked several older women and grandparents, and they said that the teachers at the nearby Xia Lu Kindergarten are very responsible. Although the tuition is relatively high, it includes three meals a day, posts photos in the parents' group every day, and there are many children's activities.

However, given the location, many of the students' parents are wealthy and influential, so the area in front of the school gate is often congested with luxury cars as soon as school starts, and the children love to compare themselves to others.

Ning Ye rented this place so that she could walk directly there. Although children shouldn't compare themselves to others, she's not afraid of comparisons now.

After careful consideration, Ning Ye made her decision. She filled out the required information and verified the property documents. The lease commencement date is the day after tomorrow. The entire new apartment will be rented for one year, with a monthly rent of 7500 yuan, payable monthly via her black card through the app.

It shouldn't be too much of a burden for Bianxun in the future.

Having resolved a major issue, Ning Ye was in a good mood, thinking that she wouldn't have to squeeze onto the subway to get to work after the holiday. This seemed to be the first good thing that had happened since the child transmigrated.

I also inquired about the enrollment process for Xia Lu Kindergarten earlier, so I can look into transferring my child there when I get back. Before that, I need to finalize the child's household registration...

Thinking of this, Ning Ye unconsciously slowed her pace as she walked towards her home.

When her mother fell ill, Ning Ye had just been admitted to Jinghua University. After learning that there were student loans available and scholarships every year, her mother passed away one night.

From then on, her household registration was like a fallen leaf with nowhere to go, drifting from place to place. She didn't own any property in Beijing and couldn't register her household at a house. After entering university, she went to the local police station's household registration department several times before finally registering her household registration under the school's collective household registration. After graduating, she had to transfer her household registration from the school again, and after many twists and turns, she finally registered it at the talent center in the district where her workplace was located.

For years, she has been listed on a separate page of her household registration book.

Unexpectedly, we're now turning to the next page.

—“Ning Zhi Tao”.

Ning Ye pushed open the door and called out, immediately receiving a clear and loud reply from inside: "Here!"

Ning Zhitao was watching cartoons on her computer at home, her round, grape-like eyes completely absorbed. There was no television in her small rented room, but she didn't mind at all; in fact, she thought the computer was much more convenient than her old 100-inch TV, since she could move it around!

When Ning Ye first learned the child's name, although she found it unbelievable and had no sense of empathy, she inexplicably and instinctively realized the feelings she had when the child was named.

Ning Ye was born to be a leaf that complements others, and when she was with Bian Xun, she seemed to be used to highlight the special background of the young master. But the birth of her daughter was a fruit.

It is a mother's little grape.

It has to be said that this is the first vacation Ning Ye has had with someone since the breakup six years ago, even though that person is a tiny person.

"We'll go out for dinner later," Ning Ye couldn't resist poking a little hole in her soft cheek, "and then we'll get ready to move to our new house."

"Wow, great!!" The child was clearly excited, jumped out of bed and started packing his own non-existent luggage. "Then Daddy should drive that big black truck to deliver the goods!"

Ning Ye paused. She hadn't formally discussed the issue of parents with her child yet. Before moving, she decided to explain seriously, "Can we not let him help us? It will just be the two of us living together from now on?"

She and Bian Xun should just maintain their current purely financial relationship.

Ning Zhitao was stunned. Of course, she loved living with her mother, but she obviously hadn't considered what would happen if her father never appeared again.

A jumble of thoughts entered the human cub's mind, and its chubby face displayed a variety of rich expressions. Finally, its two little eyebrows squeezed together, and a distinct sadness suddenly appeared in its round eyes. Just as Ning Ye was about to explain, a childish voice rang out softly.

"Is Dad dead?"

"?"

Ning Zhitao had actually realized long ago that something was wrong with her life!

She's a smart baby. She knows that if her father were still alive, how could he not take her mother home, how could he let her carry her own things, and how could he not come to see them for so many days?

Ning Zhitao quickly accepted the news of his death, her small mouth drooping, and she wailed in despair:

"dad--"

"She's not dead, she's not dead!" Ning Ye hurriedly covered her mouth.

What a filial daughter!

Ning Zhitao immediately fell silent. "That's good."

Ning Ye wanted to laugh a little, but her eyes showed some hesitation. "Tao Tao, do you and your father have a pretty good relationship?"

Ning Zhitao made her choice without hesitation: "But I'm better off with my mom, the best of all."

Ning Ye was taken aback. She had never been chosen so resolutely before, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

“Because, Daddy became Daddy because Mommy chose him to,” Ning Zhitao shook her head and hugged her, “but I don’t need to be chosen, I’m already Mommy’s daughter!”

…

That evening, the peaceful and pleasant National Day holiday was disrupted by a major piece of news.

Bian Mouwen, a department manager of Wujiang Group, transferred a huge amount of the group's investment funds to the account of a company he actually controlled by fabricating investment projects and forging the capital contribution certificates of the partners when he made external cooperative investments in the name of the group. He was arrested tonight when he was leaving the country at the Tianjin port.

The news caused an uproar in Ning Ye's company group chat.

The newly appointed president, who had only been in office for a few weeks, was ruthless and decisive, and began to target the Bian family members, which was a subtle signal.

In the night breeze.

Below the ferry.

The man's thin black overcoat was billowing in the wind, and next to his shiny leather shoes was Bian Ziwen, who was being pinned to the ground and hurled insults at him.

"You son of a bitch! The entire Wujiang is yours, and you still want to control this little bit of money?!"

Bian Xun's expression was indifferent, his voice cold and sarcastic, "Which ancestor? Let me see one."

Bian Ziwen was shocked. His face flushed red before he finally broke down and yelled, "You're just getting revenge on me, aren't you? You blame me for introducing your little girlfriend to Grandpa back then. I was helping you out, and you think Grandpa would accept your little girlfriend?! What kind of people are they in her family?!"

The leather shoe sank into his ribs as Bian Xun kicked him, finally silencing the port area. Turning back, Assistant Zhang's eyes were still filled with shock when he heard President Bian say calmly, "Take him back and deal with it."

"Yes!" Assistant Zhang bowed his head and hurried forward.

He was only promoted in the last five years and had no idea that Boss Bian had ever had a girlfriend. But the boss had never shown any interest in her over the years, so it seemed he had long since stopped caring.

Bian Xun turned and left, his black hair and cold face revealing his indifference.

The car sped through the evening breeze, and the news spread throughout the company and even the entire family.

When Ning Ye saw it, she had just put Ning Zhitao to sleep.

Was the amount of money embezzled huge?

Isn't this going to kill unscrupulous capitalists?

A sense of self-affirmation arose in Ning Ye's heart; she would not go out of her way to make so much money.

She is very sensible.

Sister Zhou is the most well-informed; she shares gossip in private groups using alternate accounts, even though everyone knows it's her.

[I heard that our boss and Manager Bian have had a conflict for a long time, dating back to when the boss was in college!]

[Going to college? It's not about campus romance, is it? It's hard to imagine the boss having human emotions.]

[Isn't it rumored online that Bian will arrange a business marriage?]

[I heard that Manager Bian ran away with tens of millions of yuan. He's not from the Bian family's main branch. Once the boss took over, he probably felt he couldn't make any more money, so he rushed to make one last big profit. He was already on his way, but it was all for nothing.]

Ning Ye raised an eyebrow. She knew Bian Ziwen.

This was the first Bian family member she met during her university years.

...I really don't want to recall it, and it has nothing to do with her.

Suddenly, a call came in from an unknown number. When she answered, it was Assistant Zhang's gentle voice, "Hello, Ms. Ning, due to an internal situation at the company tonight, we need you to come to the office. Would that be convenient for you?"

Ning Ye felt a pang of guilt. She had only spent a small amount of his money; surely he wouldn't make such a fuss? Besides, the money she spent was for raising their child.

No, what does spending future money have to do with Bian Xun in the present?

Ning Ye quickly composed herself and asked, "What do you need my cooperation with?"

"Please don't be nervous. This is an emergency internal review initiated by the group. We found that you had interacted with Mr. Bian Ziwen in the past, so Mr. Bian asked you to come and understand the situation. He also said that if you have difficulty taking the subway, you can use the company's taxi service."

Ning Ye: "..."

They're humiliating her again, aren't they? And they're even using someone else to relay the message.

Ning Ye hailed a taxi, but didn't use the ride-hailing service.

She upgraded to a premium car service using Bian Xun's black card, arriving at the company smoothly. It cost him 124 yuan, which finally calmed his anger at being called to the office on a holiday.

Assistant Zhang was already waiting downstairs, as access to the elevator leading to the CEO's office floor required authorization. After leading her to the 30th floor, the elevator doors opened with a ding.

Screams echoed from afar.

"Bian Xun! You fucking rich, what's wrong with giving me some?!"

Ning Ye paused in her steps.

It's hard to imagine that she actually empathized with Bian Ziwen after hearing this.

At the end of the corridor, under the floor-to-ceiling window, a man stood with his back to the edge of a table. The neon lights of the city shimmered in his black hair. He wore only a black shirt, the lines of his broad shoulders and back creating wrinkles in the fabric.

A cool, low male voice drifted over from afar, its tone lazy: "What else did you swallow? Spit it out yourself."

"That's all! Really, that's all!"

Bian Ziwen, his wrists tied, struggled desperately to move out, but when he looked up, he suddenly saw a young girl walking in.

She had a slender figure and a small, porcelain-white face, yet her features were strikingly beautiful, unchanged from her student appearance years ago. But Bian Ziwen had no time to admire her beauty. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he realized something. "You...you?"

Bian Xun didn't even glance at Ning Ye who was walking towards him.

The phone screen next to me lit up for a moment, and I picked it up to take a look.

Another $1.24 million just disappeared from his black card account.

"?Oh."

Seeing this, the bodyguard next to him understood immediately and stepped forward, pinning Bian Ziwen down to continue lecturing him, "Still transferring funds! Still transferring the boss's money, is that it?"

Bian Ziwen was so wronged, "I really didn't do that!?" Wasn't he tied up?

But nobody believed him.

It seemed that Bian Xun only noticed Ning Ye standing not far away at this moment.

The young CEO glanced over from the corner of his eye, his gaze cold and indifferent. "You don't mind teaching someone who betrayed me a lesson, do you?"

Ning Ye remained calm and said, "I don't mind."

Her ex-boyfriend is vindictive; is he targeting her again?

But she didn't spend much of his money, so she didn't need to panic.

Ning Ye even calmly asked, "I have no connection with this gentleman and don't know how much money he betrayed you for?"

His cold, dark eyes finally focused entirely on her face, as if etched into his very being, scanning every inch of her skin and bones before he slowly spoke, "It's mine, every single penny of it."

…He's still so stingy.

Ning Ye's face remained calm, but she clutched the card in her pocket with deep worry.

What to do? She's started to want his money too.

A note from the author:

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I'm here! Oops, sorry I set the wrong time and I'm late. More red envelope giveaways today!

I'll update earlier tomorrow! [Sprinkling flowers]