Chapter 41 Father's Pursuit of His Wife! He's Panicked, He's Really Panicked (Double Update Combined...)

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Ning Ye returned to the living room, still angry. But remembering the child was still there, she immediately took a deep breath and composed herself.

Then she saw a small head peering out from the doorway, reaching out towards Ning Zhitao.

The little boy ran over excitedly, nuzzled his head against his mother's chest, and looked at her with an expression of discovery. "Mom, did you and Dad have a fight?"

Ning Ye felt a little embarrassed and touched her soft face. "Did I scare you?"

Ning Zhitao shook her head, her eyes sparkling. "No, this is the first time I've seen it!"

Ning Ye raised an eyebrow. She and Bian Xun—no, their future—had never argued while raising their child together until the child was four years old?

“Dad said that you two had arguments before I was born.”

Ning Zhitao hugged her mother, resting her head and chin on her mother's belly, "But after I was born, you stopped arguing, so I haven't seen you."

Ning Ye understood immediately. After the child was born and could remember things, they should have already passed the adjustment period, adapted to each other, and reached a consensus, so they wouldn't leave such an impression on the child's childhood.

She sighed.

However, today's parents are in the "early stage," and the fact that the birth of a child is not a joint decision has led to more conflicts.

She recalled Bian Xun's cold and arrogant gaze.

In fact, Bian Xun has always been like this. Although he hates the rules of his family, it is undeniable that his family background has given him an innate sense of nobility, arrogance, and a sense of superiority.

Now, this identity is superimposed with a higher dimension of authority. He has stepped onto the boundaries of the family and become the actual controller, a more powerful superior.

That kind of consciousness and temperament naturally increased as a result.

Ning Ye had considered whether, in the original timeline, she and Bian Xun had rekindled their feelings for each other, which was why they decided to start a family.

But after a series of deteriorations and changes, looking at it now—

To say that he's trying to rekindle an old flame? That's definitely unlikely.

Who would rekindle an old flame with such capricious and harsh temper?

She herself has also devoted more of her energy to her own development and her children.

Ning Ye looked down at the child's innocent, smiling eyes.

After the child suddenly appeared, she was willing to make the greatest effort for her child's success, initially out of a sense of responsibility, but now even more so out of love.

But before becoming a mother, she was first and foremost herself.

She doesn't believe that having a child means she and the child's father have to be unconditionally bound together.

Two people who were incompatible in the past and separated will not suddenly become compatible in personality and values, or be able to live together smoothly, just because they suddenly have a child.

Not only could she not, but Bian Xun could not either.

Frankly speaking, if their family, identity, and values ​​issues could have been resolved, they wouldn't have separated six years ago.

Six years later, she hadn't changed, and neither had Bian Xun.

They are still the same as before, so it is not surprising that today's dispute has occurred.

Ning Ye acknowledged that raising the child in the early stages relied heavily on Bian Xun's money, and she was grateful for it.

Now that she has returned Bian Xun's card, the financial and time contributions of both parties need to be re-evaluated. She is willing to contribute more and should therefore have more say.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, the child was born to the mother, so it's only natural that the child stays with the mother.

She always affirmed her own subjectivity.

She simply didn't know how the scales in the child's heart were tipped.

Ning Ye couldn't help but wonder a question arise in her mind: that oldest phrase used by Chinese elders—

Do you like your dad or your mom more?

But Ning Ye thought for two seconds and didn't ask. Perhaps it would be better if the child liked both the mother and the father.

However, whether it was the child pressed against her lower abdomen or not, Ning Zhitao softly told her, "Mom, even if you and Dad really fight, I'll still side with you."

Ning Ye was both surprised and touched.

She patted the child on the back and assured her, "We won't fight anymore."

Keep your distance to avoid conflict!

Having completed the task of having children, they need to maintain distance from each other to ensure proper boundaries and raise the child together.

However, Ning Zhitao blinked her big, bright eyes and said, "Oh, it's actually okay."

Anyway, Dad said that even if we argue or something happens in the future, it will be Dad's problem.

But that's what my future father said.

Dads these days probably don't understand!

Ning Zhitao shook her head, once again feeling that she was far more mature than her father.

Ning Ye's heart was gently squeezed by the child's small hands.

Now that the black card has been returned to Bian Xun, it's as if I've explained to him why I can spend his money and why those things used to appear randomly.

Upon closer reflection, the issue of money seems to be a recurring theme throughout the entire story.

For example, the plot sets her up as a greedy female supporting character who demands money by bringing her illegitimate daughter with her; there's the unequal family background between her and Bian Xun; the class conflict between them as a ruthless capitalist and an employee; and the various costs she incurs in raising her child after the plot begins...

Things related to money are inherently prone to conflict.

Bian Xun's calculation of his own efforts is also very much in line with his character.

Ning Ye pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up. The child had brought the card from the future, but hadn't said that the card could only be used by the mother.

The fact that the card is now in Bian Xun's hands means that Bian Xun can use future funds!

Now Xun will definitely become richer and will no longer have funding problems.

His emotions are more stable.

That way, their parents' cooperation will be smoother, right?

…

Bian Xun calmly crossed his arms.

He sat upright, looking at his mobile banking app.

The loss of balance is like the sands of an hourglass.

Drip, drip, drip.

Last night, he parked his car downstairs in Xia Lu's apartment complex and waited for a while, testing the speed at which money was deducted. After realizing that Ning Ye would no longer pay attention to him, he silently drove home and continued testing the speed at which money was deducted.

The CEO didn't sleep all night.

He was attacked for two reasons in turn.

At this moment, he sat soberly at his desk in the study.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the two identical black cards.

Apart from slight differences in color and minor scratches on the hot stamping process, the two cards are indistinguishable.

The passwords are all the same.

One such person, if touched, could suffer serious damage, potentially losing a hundred million at any moment.

The other one, though seemingly still, is constantly in motion, its balance continuously dwindling.

Are you going to mess with him?

The vast assets of the future are like a dangerous jungle, governed by terrifying rules specifically designed to punish him.

While waiting for the timing data results, the approach to edge search gradually became clearer.

Money acts like an anchor.

It anchored the changes in their relationship.

Objectively speaking, the appearance of the black card led to the binding of their interests. The logic is actually very clear: various large bills prompted him to investigate who was holding the card, and after finding Ning Ye, he investigated why she would buy those things. Ultimately, it led him to discover the existence of the child and to fully realize that this was his own child.

The entire process was a disaster in the moment, but in retrospect, it was inevitable.

Bian Xun rested his hands on the table, covering his cold, thin lips, his mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

This is a guide.

But what if your future self could truly predict or intervene in these rules?

So.

Is he sick?

Why do you have to bankrupt yourself?

The president coldly closed his eyes.

For the first time in my life, I couldn't make peace with myself.

He picked up the newer-looking card on the left and refreshed his bank balance again.

The glass timer on the table had just stopped; it recorded how much the balance had decreased throughout the night.

The 8-hour period, which falls during nighttime non-working hours and without any other income interference, resulted in a very accurate figure.

28,880 yuan.

This is an incredibly smooth number.

Even more impressively, the curve shows that the deduction speed is uniform, based on the recorded changes in the balance.

Approximately -1/s.

One dollar per second.

What does that mean?

With every blink and every breath, a dollar leaves him.

Bian Xun closed his eyes, recalling the door panel separating them. Ning Ye, her profile tense, shoved the black card back into his hand. The random large bills wouldn't be reissued, but something worse had happened.

Overnight, the CEO lost 20,000 to 30,000 employees, which may not seem like much. But a small leak can sink a great ship.

Now they're drilling a hole under his asset bridge.

No one in this world can live off their accumulated wealth forever, not even a capitalist. Moreover, this smooth rate of accumulation can change—

distance.

When calculating the inflated bill multiplier in the past, he had considered the impact of distance. Why was it that sometimes the multiplier was random, such as when Ning Ye had just passed by in a taxi or was right next to him? But other times it was ten thousand times, a thousand times. However, after observation, it was not fixed.

Distance is also a random variable in this context.

Unexpectedly, he was waiting for him here.

He clearly remembered that this loss only briefly stopped when he came into contact with Ning Ye last night.

Very well, from now on, every single moment they are apart will have a price.

This appears to be a new connection between them.

The CEO stood up, then sat down again. Overnight, the wrinkles on his trousers were more numerous than usual, clearly indicating he had repeated this action several times.

If we approach him now, it will seem as if he only bowed down for money.

The purpose is impure, and the motive is impure.

The president's dark eyes were numb.

Ultimately, he was unwilling to admit that she had truly moved on after their breakup six years ago; her emotions, like her personality, were decisive and straightforward, always moving forward.

But he was delusional and lingered there, reluctant to leave.

Those in positions of power resist being embarrassed.

After sitting there for a long time, he stood up indifferently and saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes reflected in the French windows after staying up all night.

He cannot appear in this state.

The rate at which his balance was dwindling was still within his tolerance. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, then asked his assistant to adjust his morning schedule so he could catch up on a few thousand yuan's worth of sleep.

However, after putting down her phone, Bian Xun suddenly looked up, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes. This time, the rules did not apply to the card she received from the future, but to her current card. So, could she communicate with her directly?

Previously, anything related to black cards was taboo; no matter how he hinted at it, it would be blocked by an invisible barrier.

What about this time—?

If she could be told the truth, then there would be a perfectly reasonable reason to stay by her side. Ning Ye couldn't just sit by and watch the money slip away; she was a frugal person, and she couldn't bear it.

Bian Xun finally found a breakthrough.

When I'm in a better mood, my thoughts become more rational.

The current outflow of funds is actually relatively controllable.

It's much more moderate than the previous casual spending of tens of millions.

Bian Xun felt a little better and decided to ask God for some sleep.

She lives and works not far apart, so the overall rate at which her balance is deducted won't change much.

Bian Xun entered the master bedroom.

The electric curtains closed, sealing the room completely and plunging it back into silence and darkness.

He threw back the covers and lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was enveloped in the boundless scent of jasmine and warm memories. The scorching, short cries seemed to be right next to his ears, lurking in the darkness, reviving countless tactile senses at the nerve endings.

Right here in this room, on this bed.

One can only truly appreciate the flavor of something after tasting its marrow.

I didn't sleep all night yesterday, but it's not obvious yet.

At this moment, withdrawal symptoms rush to my mind, and I feel a surge of inner turmoil.

Very well, the third kind of torture has appeared.

They were bombarded with a symphony of emotions, money, and physical needs.

The president lay there expressionless for half an hour.

I got up, dressed neatly, and went to the company.

Even getting a little closer is better than nothing.

…

Ning Ye's business trip has been confirmed.

This was her first time undertaking such a long-distance international business trip, and she couldn't help but feel excited.

The opportunity to attend the conference in Country S was given to her because it was directly related to the completion of two major work projects a while ago. Apart from Ning Ye, only eight people in the entire department were able to go.

Sister Zhou, knowing she was just a freeloader, still groaned with envy, "They can snag free plane tickets! Foreigners can have such easy schedules, it's like a paid week-long vacation, and they can even catch Christmas abroad! My kid is so excited for Christmas, he's been pestering me to decorate the Christmas tree every day, I'm so jealous!"

Ning Ye's heart skipped a beat. The streets of Beijing had started to have a Christmas atmosphere these past two days. Tao Tao was always excited when she saw a Christmas tree, so it seemed that the child had some Christmas traditions before.

She secretly opened the travel app and saw that paying for it herself was really expensive. With Christmas and New Year's Day approaching, airfares were starting to increase, and even economy class tickets to S country cost six or seven thousand.

Ning Ye made a tough decision and bought plane tickets for her child as well.

She wouldn't feel at ease traveling such a long distance without taking Tao Tao with her.

After everything was taken care of, Ning Ye began to feel a little hopeful, and she had basically forgotten about the unpleasantness of last night.

In short, as long as the mother and daughter are happy, that's all that matters.

Today, the boss didn't call any crazy meetings.

But I heard that some state media outlets have entered the company and want to interview Bian Xun.

I heard that General Manager Bian increased maternity allowances and extended maternity leave for female employees of Wujiang Group, setting a good example for other enterprises.

Moreover, Mr. Bian once donated five million yuan to a kindergarten near the company, 80% of which was used for the education and living expenses of children in impoverished mountainous areas of my country.

What a conscientious and compassionate company!

How could someone like that not make money?

The state media reporter handed the microphone to the man in front of him. The man was also outstanding in appearance, handsome and outstanding, but his dark eyes were slightly bloodshot and his eyes were slightly dark-skinned. Such a successful entrepreneur, who was exhausted and strategizing, this slight fatigue only confirmed his daily life.

The reporter asked the question with a smile.

"As the helmsman of such a large group, spanning various innovative fields and leading the cutting edge of technology, it can be said that your assets are increasing by tens of thousands every minute and every second! How do you maintain the social responsibility of an entrepreneur?"

Bian Xun: "."

Bian Xun crossed his arms and glanced down at his digital wristwatch.

He redesigned the module, displaying the real-time dynamics of his bank card balance at the top of the electronic screen, calculating the difference in value per second.

His sense of social responsibility stems primarily from his awareness of the asset crisis.

If you don't donate, you'll lose out.

Losses can be devastating.

Bian Xun looked up and gave Assistant Zhang a look.

Assistant Zhang nodded, looking like he understood; the person had already been called.

The list of interviewees from the official media also included Fengyu Pharmaceutical in Beijing. The two companies have a cooperative relationship. Although Mr. Bian was not interested in other issues, he was very interested in this one and immediately raised his hand to ask the relevant person in charge to bring the materials.

Assistant Zhang knew without saying who was in charge.

Upon receiving the notification, Ning Ye immediately gathered all the necessary documents and carried them upstairs. Sister Zhou, always eager for gossip, offered to go with her to deliver the materials, which Ning Ye gladly accepted.

The interview in the reception room was coming to an end, and there were many staff members standing opposite the camera, carrying the camera, taking voice recordings, and so on.

As soon as Ning Ye entered, the room suddenly fell silent.

Her steps faltered. Was it... a mistake for her to have come here?

Actually, the president was answering a question when he suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Bian, Mr. Bian?" the reporter reminded him.

Bian Xun snapped out of his daze, withdrew his scanning dark eyes, and casually continued the question from before, his tone revealing nothing.

The moment Ning Ye appeared, he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, and his focus was on her turtleneck sweater.

My collar is one centimeter lower than yesterday's.

Some of the hickeys have faded.

So she's observing every day too?

Bian Xun slowly shifted his position in the chair, and the grogginess brought on by staying up all night suddenly vanished.

I finally felt a little better, both mentally and physically.

He glanced at the screen again, and now the balance was decelerating to -0.3/s.

It went from one dollar to three cents.

When she appears and gets close, he can calm down.

Wujiang's stock price remained stable.

The entire capital market can remain stable.

She is so important.

Ning Ye wouldn't be indifferent to such a reasonable excuse. And perhaps this is a crucial opportunity for a breakthrough in their relationship?

Bian Xun's attitude towards the interview inexplicably improved.

The reporter then quickly asked him for his views on the current state of artificial intelligence, and he answered each question in turn.

The CEO carefully managed the situation, allocating approximately three yuan to each question.

After the interview, he checked his watch; they had probably talked for about a thousand yuan.

Bian Xun slowly rose, and suddenly, the passage of time before his eyes all took on price tags. And the unseen hand controlling this price market was held by only one person—

Ning Ye went to his office with Sister Zhou to deliver some documents, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have someone with her, otherwise it would have been quite awkward since the two of them had just had a fight last night.

As soon as she entered, an arm suddenly reached out from the side and closed the door behind her.

Sister Zhou behind the door: "!!!"

Slurp, that's so exciting!

Ning Ye was startled and instinctively glanced outside. Fortunately, Sister Zhou knew about their relationship, and no other staff members came this way.

However, the longer she stayed in his office, the richer the stories became in Sister Zhou's mind.

She looked up and saw Bian Xun's slightly reddened dark eyes lowered. There was no physical contact between them, but there was an unusual hint of vulnerability in those deep eyes.

"I was wrong last night. I didn't mean to stop you from spending money. I misspoke. I'm sorry."

Ning Ye was relieved to hear him apologize.

Her porcelain-white chin nodded slightly, her eyes calming down. "I also had a problem yesterday. I've already promised Tao Tao that we won't argue anymore, and we'll still be great teammates. Don't worry about it. If there's nothing else, I'll go now—"

His hand suddenly pressed against the door panel at her waist.

From the outside, it sounded like a "thump".

Sister Zhou: "!!!" Oh my god!

Ning Ye's heart tightened as she watched Bian Xun take a deep breath, then open his thin lips.

“Although we haven’t developed feelings for each other yet, I think it’s time to put this on the agenda.”

His wording saved him face and preserved his dignity.

This was the last bit of dignity the president retained for himself.

His expression was solemn. "Because from now on we need—"

Get closer to each other.

It's best if they live together.

They remained within each other's sight at all times.

You wouldn't want the child's father to go bankrupt, would you?

Your existence is valuable to me every minute and every second.

...

That's what the CEO wanted to say.

I even considered kneeling down on one knee.

However, half a day later, Ning Ye looked at him with a puzzled expression, waiting for him to continue, "What do you need?"

Bian Xun's thin lips opened and closed repeatedly, his breath growing increasingly hot, the red in his dark eyes deepening until he nearly suffocated as if drowning.

Are you telling me not to talk about it? And I can't say anything at all?

An invisible barrier silenced him, like some kind of restriction.

If it really is his future self interfering with all of this, is he really sick?

He didn't finish his sentence, so Ning Ye could only understand the preceding words—Bian Xun also believed that there were no feelings between them, but for the sake of the child, they should try to develop a relationship.

He spoke with great difficulty, his pale neck turning a deep red, his complexion almost contorting.

Let's just forget about making things so difficult.

Ning Ye: "When it comes to relationships, let things take their natural course. You don't need to force it."

Ning Ye left the documents behind, turned around and pulled the doorknob, but Bian Xun, barely clinging to life, slammed the door shut again.

"Wait a minute," Bian Xun said hoarsely.

Then, another "thump!" was heard from outside the door.

Sister Zhou even caught a glimpse of the president's bloodshot eyes as he pressed them against the wall through the crack in the door.

Sister Zhou: "!!!"

Red eyes, hands on hips, pressing against the wall for a kiss??

Sister Zhou was knocked unconscious just like that.

Even in the realm of literature, this would be considered stilted and disjointed!

Ning Ye couldn't even imagine what Sister Zhou outside would think. Her face flushed slightly with embarrassment, and she quickly pushed Bian Xun away.

The young leader, at this moment, seemed somewhat fragile.

Ning Ye gritted her teeth, hurriedly ran out, grabbed the smug-looking Sister Zhou, and quickly ran away.

You're crazy, you're crazy!

Every time I reconcile with my ex-boyfriend, he acts crazy again.

From now on, she needs to keep her distance from Bian Xun at the company!

Remember this from now on: stay at least 100 meters away from him.

...

In the office.

The president, who was caught up in the saccharine literature, turned pale and collapsed onto the sofa after a long while.

It's okay, he can do what he can't say.

Even if it's moral blackmail, he still has to bring the person here—

The CEO made a decision in his mind.

However, after get off work, Bian Xun stood outside the business unit, scanning the sparsely populated workstations, but didn't see anyone.

Sister Zhou, unusually, didn't leave. At this moment, she looked radiant. When she saw him, she nodded knowingly, keeping her mouth shut but her face glowing.

Mr. Bian, you're enjoying your meal.

Bian Xun: "?"

Sister Zhou subtly tried to curry favor with her boss, lowering her voice, "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

Bian Xun, expressionless, looked around and confirmed that Ning Ye had left very early today.

He went to Xia Lu Kindergarten instead, and waited indifferently amidst the still enthusiastic calls of "Dad King".

However, after all the children had left school, Ning Zhitao and Ning Ye were nowhere to be seen.

After seeing off the last child, Teacher Youzi saw Bian Xun and called out, "Tao Tao's dad, what are you still doing here? Tao Tao and her mom have already left."

Bian Xun suddenly frowned, "When?"

Teacher Youzi recalled, "It's been a while, I think they went out to play? I saw Tao Tao's mother carrying a bag."

Bian Xun: "?"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, he didn't see anyone outside the Xia Lu residential area.

When the call was made, neither the adult nor the child seemed to be looking at their phones; there was no response.

This ominous premonition reached its peak when he saw the speed at which his bank account balance was depleting.

When she was in his presence, she deducted three cents per second.

For every second he travels back home, one dollar is deducted from his account.

Now, she went somewhere—the deduction rate soared to 5 yuan per second, and finally, after a series of jumps, it stopped at 10 yuan.

Bian Xun's temples bulged.

Now, with every heartbeat, ten dollars leave his balance.

Six hundred yuan per minute.

Three thousand six hundred yuan per hour.

So the CEO will spend a night worth hundreds of thousands, only to buy air.

Bian Xun suddenly stood up.

However, he had no idea where Ning Ye had gone.

Bian Xun forcibly brought up several project processes, asked people to report their progress, and set a launch date for the delayed intelligent search model, using money-making work to divert attention.

However, the return speed of this money is far from being measured in seconds.

In the dead of night, Bian Xun had no choice but to lie down, trying to get some sleep.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the boundless spring scenery still made it hard for him to give up.

Do it once, but think about it countless times.

It turns out that everything fate gave the CEO had already come with a hidden price tag.

He finally sat up again indifferently and continued working, forcibly increasing his time unit cost.

Finally, dawn broke.

Bian Xun took a short rest.

When he opened his eyes again, he received a message on his phone.

It was sent by Bian Yang.

"Brother, you're coming today, right?"

Bian Xun frowned, wondering what it was.

"You won't be absent from such an important moment in my life, will you?! Grandpa really hopes you can be there too."

Bian Xun pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering that today was Bian Yang's wedding.

He's still single.

It's annoying to look at.

"Your sister-in-law and her child have been staying here all night, you can't just leave them here alone!"

Bian Xun suddenly opened his eyelids.

Send me the address.

"Hehe, I knew you still care about me. I'll send a car to pick you up. It'll be about a two-hour drive... The wedding venue I chose this time is amazing. It's in a remote suburb, far from the city center and no one around. Isn't that incredibly romantic?"

Bian Xun gritted his teeth and got up.

Romantic my foot!

After days of emotional ups and downs, anxiety, bitterness, and inner turmoil, I finally have a way to express myself.

The CEO strode out of the bedroom.

Her feet were like lotus blossoms, and money seemed to fall with every step.

However, above all that, the real anxiety in my heart gradually took on a clearer shape.

What about decency, what about dignity, what about wording?

I can't worry about that anymore.

Once caught, it's his; only by being closely followed can we feel at ease.

He no longer wanted to confess his feelings.

He wants to propose.

…

Ning Ye knew nothing about it.

She put on matching cashmere coats for herself and Tao Tao, and then packed her suitcase.

She accepted Yue Shiqing's strong invitation and arrived the night before with her child, spending a long time in the bride's room.

Le Shiqing was especially grateful because little Tao Tao had a purifying effect; looking at her made her less nervous.

Ning Ye was invited by the bride's family, so even though the groom was a member of the Bian family, she didn't feel obligated to attend with Bian Xun.

After resting in the room arranged by the bride for the night, Ning Ye had breakfast at the hotel with Tao Tao, and then arrived at the wedding venue on time.

This is an old-fashioned garden, which is very much in line with the feudal atmosphere of the Bian family. Looking around, rows of seats are already full of Bian family members.

She was holding the child's hand, keeping a low profile in the crowd, but she was still noticeable.

Soon, the butler beside Old Master Bian came respectfully to invite her over.

The old butler was a barometer of Old Master Bian's mood; his change in attitude actually indicated that the old master's attitude was also softening.

The old butler had long held this view: apart from her poor family background, Miss Ning was perfect in every way. Objectively speaking, if you factored in their personalities and put them on the dating market, she would actually be far more popular than their young master.

Ning Ye led Ning Zhitao into the lounge. Old Master Bian turned around, leaning on his cane. He first nodded indifferently to Ning Ye, then bent down to look at Ning Zhitao with a kind expression.

"You shouldn't call me Grandpa anymore, you should call me Great-Grandpa."

Ning Zhitao had actually calmed down.

But she looked up at her grandfather, then turned to look at her mother, and asked in her childish voice, "Grandpa, why don't you call me Mom?"

Grandpa Bian choked up, but since the child had already said all that, he took the opportunity to express his opinion.

“You’ve raised Tao Tao very well; the Bian family acknowledges that.”

It should be noted that, given Mr. Bian's habits, for him to utter the word "acknowledge" was already a very significant affirmation.

Grandpa Bian used a combination of kindness and severity, his gaze still somewhat stern, "But if you really want to be with Bian Xun, there's still a lot you need to learn."

However, the young girl in front of him then raised her head and said, "You've misunderstood. Bian Xun and I are not together."

Ning Ye spoke gently, but her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

Grandpa Bian suddenly widened his eyes, “?!”

Ning Ye had no interest in entering the deep well of the Bian family. She calmly explained, "We will both raise Tao Tao together and do our best. You, as the child's great-grandfather, can rest assured about that."

She was gentle, but not insecure. She simply never mentioned that Bian Xun's family looked down on her, and likewise, she looked down on his family.

In the distance, Yue Shiqing was calling for the women to take photos together. Ning Ye heard her name called, so she nodded politely and walked away with her child.

Grandpa Bian then realized something unbelievable.

"No, what does she mean?"

"Could it be that the two of them are actually dating and even paying each other out???"

They're not happy about it?!

Is Bian Xun still the pride of his entire family?

Grandpa Bian rolled his eyes and almost fainted from anger.

...

When Bian Xun arrived at the scene with a cold face, the banquet was already halfway through. Old Master Bian sat at the main table with a livid face, and he was furious when he saw Bian Xun.

Bian Xun drove himself over a hundred kilometers to get here.

He should also be able to derive an algorithm for how distance affects the rate of balance loss.

A cold, aloof figure, accompanied by the chilly wind, scanned the area and frowned.

Where are they?

Bian Yang, beaming with joy and reeking of alcohol, greeted us with a grin, "Brother! Brother! I know you're busy, but it's good that you're here, it's good that you're here—"

Bian Xun frowned, pressed him down to keep him at least a meter away, and asked, "Where are my men?"

Bian Yang was taken aback, turned his head and looked around, then suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" as if he had thought of something.

"The old man called the mother and daughter over and said a few words to them. They seemed to have left early after finishing their meal..."

Bian Xun's dark, cold eyes immediately turned to the old man.

The grandfather and grandson seemed to be fighting in the air with their eyes.

They were all in a sorry state.

"Is something wrong with her? Where did she go?" Bian Yang asked, looking for her.

Bian Yang pointed in a direction while holding the wine bottle, and before Bian Xun could turn around and stride away, he grabbed him, emboldened by the alcohol, and chuckled twice.

"Brother, sister-in-law also gave us a gift."

He grinned and held out his hand, "You're the CEO of our family, you can't come empty-handed. You have to give a big dowry for my and Shiqing's wedding gifts—"

I'll give it to you, grandpa.

Bian Xun's mind was already stretched to a certain point, her temples throbbing, and she patiently asked him, "How much did she give you as a wedding gift?"

Bian Yang didn't count, but feeling the thickness, he said, "It must be several thousand."

Bian Xun looked up and even laughed in anger.

You're so high and mighty that she has to make this trip for you.

I spent more money than your dowry.

Bian Yang still wanted to ask for a large red envelope, but Le Shiqing lifted the hem of her skirt and came over to stop him from making a fool of himself. She smiled apologetically and said, "President Bian, please don't mind him."

Bian Xun took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Where are Ning Ye and the child?"

Le Shiqing asked with slight surprise, "You didn't know?"

"The garden we chose is very close to the Capital Airport, and Xiao Ning brought her luggage with her when she came."

"Her flight is today; she's going abroad on a business trip."

Bian Xun's dark eyes paused for a moment; in the dead of winter, a thin layer of sweat rose from behind him.

“She’s going to Country S, which is over 8,000 kilometers away. It’ll take ten hours to fly there,” Le Shiqing said, glancing at the time without noticing Bian Xun’s expression. “She should be flying out soon.”

Right now.

Every second was like a thunderclap.

The next second, the president turned around and strode out.

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Author's Note: I'm chasing after my wife!

This chapter will randomly drop red envelopes [crying emoji]. My family originally wanted to write 6,000 words, but we pushed it all the way to here. Forget about the time; as long as tomorrow is earlier than today, that's a victory! [crying emoji]

P.S. Mr. Bian's pursuit of his wife is completely different from other domineering CEOs [doge head with rose in hand]. Babies, follow my lead~ all the sweet stories you'd expect will be there, and our motto is "No cavities!"