Chapter 44 The Richest Man's Confession: Your Husband Seems to Like You (Third Update...)

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Exorbitantly priced apples.

The family of three shared the food.

The ordinary red and green ribbon packaging brings a ten-thousand-fold premium, adding to the festive atmosphere of this wonderful Christmas Eve.

Bian Xun took a bite without any expression.

Ning Ye was happy because of a small apple. A faint smile appeared in her eyes as she looked up at her serious and aloof ex-boyfriend in the soft atmosphere before Christmas Eve.

Tonight, Bian Xun does seem to be... rekindling an old flame?

Ning Ye had to admit that when she saw Bian Xun appear on the train that had broken down in a foreign country, she did feel a bit of... genuine sincerity.

Although there's always a hint of awkwardness and estrangement when talking about her relationship with Bian Xun, tonight there's a warmer feeling of closeness.

Ning Ye's eyes were serious, and she looked at him for a few more moments beneath her clearly defined eyelashes.

At that moment, the handsome CEO was putting away the black card.

Calmly separate the two cards and place them far, far away.

Bian Xun remained expressionless.

Luckily, I only bought one apple.

How can this not be considered a form of good fortune?

Bian Xun gave a cold laugh, and suddenly, something flashed through his mind.

This unexpected incident of swiping the wrong card also brought an important piece of information.

Before this, he could not interfere with, prevent, or guide Ning Ye's use of the future black card; he could only subtly and desperately try to guide her.

But once he gets the black card, he doesn't have to restrict himself...?

Since he can swipe this card, he can spend future money.

Doesn't that mean he can operate it himself, invest, and cash out with a huge profit?

Bian Xun's fingertips suddenly pressed against the slightly worn silver-plated card. His dark eyes were like hidden planets, and his mind quickly constructed pathways and images of getting rich quick, like a predator in the law of the jungle chasing a business opportunity that fell from the sky.

Ning Ye: "?"

She thought he was reminded of the wave of condemnation in China and his eyes were bloodshot, so she also looked down and checked the trending topics.

It seems that not only the Xu and Gu families are involved, but also the Xinyang Group is taking advantage of the situation, and even all companies that compete with Wujiang may be contributing to the chaos.

A tall tree catches the wind.

The name "Bian Xun" began to be associated with various ruthless and cold-blooded images.

While some of the facts are true, the trolls' revelry clearly resembled a chaotic group party, with everyone acting out of control.

Ning Ye glanced at it a few times and then frowned slightly. "Does this need clarification?"

At this moment, the president's fingertips trembled slightly, as if he had completely figured something out, and his voice was tense.

--"Need not."

Risk and opportunity coexist, and this public opinion attack against Wujiang Group is even timely.

Bian Xun could completely control the account linked to the black card and heavily invest at low prices.

Although using future black cards will inflate and deplete the huge amount of cash in his existing accounts, resulting in extremely high upfront costs, this is essentially making money without any investment. He just needs to wait for the market value to fluctuate and rebound—

He thought things through within a few steps, and his expression became completely resolute.

Leaving aside the short-term unrealized gains that could come from publicly increasing personal shareholdings in his capacity as group president.

In the long run, the intelligent search big data model developed by Wujiang Group will be launched in a few days.

This was the highlight of Wujiang in the fourth quarter. It was an architectural technological innovation that expanded the open-source ecosystem. Most importantly, it solved the technical barrier of memory chip cost. Without being immodest, it was enough to influence the direction of the entire artificial intelligence industry.

The company's stock price is bound to rebound significantly.

By then—

The profit margin from buying low and selling high skyrocketed ten thousandfold. Bian Xun calmly calculated the approximate figure in his mind.

Let's tidy up.

Preparing to ascend to the position of the richest man.

Bian Xun raised his dark eyes.

After Ning Zhitao finished eating the apple, he took his mother's hand and wanted to go back to the hotel to listen to a story. The two figures, one big and one small, came into his view, each filling one of his eyes.

Ning Ye was led uphill by the children, her hair, which hung down behind her, fluttered and just brushed against Bian Xun's chest.

The CEO paused for a moment, suppressing his fluctuating emotions with strong self-control. Then, he took a deep breath and walked gracefully and steadily up the steps, restraining the excitement and anticipation that had seeped into his bones.

By then—

He is more qualified to be a father.

It makes them even more worthy of marriage.

…

Ning Ye didn't know how Bian Xun planned to handle it, but he seemed very unfathomable.

Once inside the hotel lobby, she realized she hadn't had time to check in that morning.

Bian Xun followed behind with a profound expression, and Leng Bai handed her the room key with her fingertips.

Ning Ye then remembered the room issue—Bian Xun had suddenly boarded the plane yesterday, and she hadn't considered his situation beforehand.

Tourism is booming around Christmas, and this hotel was already fully booked when she booked it. Are there any rooms available now?

Or is Bian Xun going to live with them too?

Ning Ye recalled the unspoken meaning in his dark eyes and quietly pursed her lips.

When the sole purpose is to have children, there is a sacred mission on one's shoulders, and the focus is not on the relationship between the sexes.

I now have a vague feeling that the other person has rekindled their old flame, and living together is quite ambiguous.

Judging from the looks of it, Bian Xun doesn't seem to have any intention of living alone.

As they entered the hotel, he maintained a mysterious and unpredictable gaze throughout. He followed them closely, naturally taking the old-fashioned elevator and arriving at their room with them.

This hotel, designated by the conference organizers, is a historic building in classic European style. The corridors feature arched ceilings adorned with portrait paintings, and the chandeliers gleam brilliantly. The wooden floors produce clear, crisscrossing footsteps.

Let's live together then.

It's so sweet to think that a child is sleeping between the two of them!

After swiping her card to open the room door, Ning Ye realized it was a suite, though not as spacious as those in five-star hotels in China. It consisted of two separate rooms connected by only one wall, with European-style murals on the wallpaper and no door between them.

It simply distinguishes between a double bed and a children's bed.

This is a bit awkward.

We need to assign the beds to different users.

She sleeps with Tao Tao, and the child's father sleeps alone; this is definitely the most suitable arrangement.

However, the crib was not only very narrow, but also only about 1.7 meters long. This meant that even with Bian Xun's height of over 185 cm, his feet would dangle in the air when he lay down.

Bian Xun snapped out of his mental arithmetic of the massive numbers, walked into the room with an air of profound understanding, and looked around with satisfaction.

Assistant Zhang, get a raise.

Ning Ye took off her backpack and decided to sleep in the small bed herself, while the child and her father slept in the big bed.

The mother and daughter took a bath together, and Ning Ye changed them into matching Christmas-themed pajamas.

She stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing her half-dry long hair as she looked to the side and said, "Go ahead, I've cleaned up the floor."

Bian Xun raised her eyes, recalling how she had woken up one night to find her bathroom cleaned as if it were occupied by a guest. Her eyes darkened slightly, and she spoke with a knowing look.

"No need next time."

Ning Ye looked up. "But aren't you a germaphobe?"

Bian Xun stared at her. "That's an outsider."

Ning Ye blinked, raised her hand to touch the side of her face, which was still steaming from the bathroom, and was trying to cool down.

A rekindled romance with an ex-boyfriend can be incredibly powerful.

The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous, which was not the usual feeling one would expect in a children's suite. Ning Ye, trying to cover up her feelings, pushed the child's shoulder toward the large bed.

However, Ning Zhitao rubbed her eyes, passed by the children's crib, and sat down by herself.

Kick your legs, pull the blanket over yourself, wave, and say, "Goodnight, Mom and Dad."

This process was clearly very familiar to her, just like at home, where she felt like a big baby who could sleep alone.

It's more like Tao Tao is used to having her dad and mom in the same bedroom.

Ning Ye was at a loss for words. She looked up and saw Bian Xun already smiling as he went into the bathroom.

After searching around, the main light in the suite was already off, with only two nightlights left on.

The man, still damp with sweat, first glanced at Ning Zhitao on the small bed, who was already fast asleep, before leaning forward and entering the inner room.

The room was much brighter than last time. On the large bed, Ning Ye lay properly on one side, her slender figure taking up only one-fifth of the space.

Ning Ye was snuggled in bed when she heard Bian Xun's footsteps.

In the quiet room, after a rustling sound of carpet and slippers rubbing together, footsteps stopped beside her bed.

The blanket was gently pulled back, revealing Ning Ye's face illuminated by the phone screen. The two were startled at the same time, remembering how Bian Xun used to forbid Ning Ye from using her phone after turning off the lights, and how she would secretly hide under the covers to look at it like this.

Many years have passed, but the habit of hiding under the covers has remained.

This suddenly made some people very happy.

Ning Ye felt a little embarrassed. She was a mother now, so why did she still feel ashamed of being caught using her phone?

Bian Xun, however, was in a good mood and squatted down by her bedside, meeting her gaze at eye level. "Don't you want to sleep?"

This sentence is quite ambiguous and invites much speculation.

At this moment, his wet hair was swept back from his forehead, and beneath his striking brow bone, his eyes were misty. Ning Ye then noticed that his upper body was actually naked, something that hadn't been revealed when the lights were turned off last time, only the shape and feel of their bodies together. Now, at a glance, her ex-boyfriend's chest and abdominal lines were even more beautiful than before, his abdominal muscles connecting to his hip bones, their tension undisguised.

After many years, the physical impact remains.

The child was right next door. Ning Ye quickly held her breath, resisting the hormones released in the air, and quickly turned her phone screen over to show him, "...I'm replying to netizens."

Bian Xun lowered his eyes and saw that she was editing her treatment at Wujiang's branch office and group headquarters over the past few years, trying to refute netizens' accusations that Wujiang Group was a black-hearted company full of cronies and murky waters.

Bian Xun felt a sense of relief, and the aggressiveness in his eyes subsided, replaced by a warm gaze.

He couldn't explain to her what he was about to do, but he didn't want her to worry unnecessarily.

The man smiled calmly, "Ignore them, let them curse. The more they curse, the better."

The stock price drop is only temporary, but the difference he can cash out will rise accordingly.

He will make aggressive moves as soon as the market opens tomorrow.

No man could resist the thrill of such staggering profits.

Bian Xun's fingertips, which were hanging over the edge of the bed, were trembling slightly.

Ning Ye looked surprised.

Does he have this kind of fetish?

Bian Xun reached out, wanting to touch her cheek, which was sunken in the pillow. A little bit of her cheek flesh was squeezed out by the soft cotton, and it looked like it would be easy to bite.

At their current distance, the rate at which the balance is being depleted has slowed down; if they could touch her, the depletion would stop. If they could get even closer…

“The more they insult me, the more it makes me feel good,” Bian Xun said, moving closer to her and breathing in her air. “So you don’t need to waste time arguing with those people, you just need to…”

Ning Ye's gaze froze, her heart skipped a beat as he spoke in his low, husky voice, and she accidentally deleted the explanation she had typed.

I gave a thumbs up to the troll on the other side.

"?"

Haters: [The boss of Wujiang Group is so handsome, he looks like he has kidney deficiency! What kind of good company can it be run by a playboy? Like if you agree.]

Ning Ye's thumbs-up lit up mercilessly.

"..." Bian Xun smiled, a cruel glint in his eyes, "Do I have kidney deficiency?"

Ning Ye humiliatedly crawled back under the covers, her face flushed as she covered her head.

That night, it took two hours, like driving piles.

It's true.

There was no sound outside the blanket. Ning Ye listened for a while, then noticed the other side of the mattress had sunk, and she started searching for it.

His figure was close to hers, and the heat from his tall body made the bed warm and comfortable, but Bian Xun didn't actually do anything.

Ning Ye relaxed, and the sense of boundaries she felt when she was alone by the bed gradually melted away.

His presence beside her was all the more noticeable; Ning Ye could hear his soft, calm breathing, and gradually felt at ease.

Because the child lives next door where there is no door, and because they are all very good parents.

They won't hug or kiss because they're lonely.

However, under the same corner of the blanket, their ankles accidentally bumped together.

…

the next day.

Bian Xun got up very early.

The president was in a good mood, but his aura revealed something unusual.

Ning Ye's meeting schedule today was very relaxed; the morning agenda didn't even start until 10:30. The colleagues who attended couldn't help but sigh at how easy life was for people here.

Last night's accident didn't injure anyone, but everyone was outraged by the malicious smear campaign from the outside world.

As expected, the company's stock price was affected as soon as the market opened this morning.

Negative sentiment in society is spreading, and Xinyang Group played a significant role in this. As a competitor in the same field, Xinyang reacted quickly by producing an industry analysis report from Wujiang Group, as if it had been prepared in advance.

Most importantly, Xinyang Company disclosed an important detail: the personal assets of Bian, the president of Wujiang Group, have been seriously infringed upon. This means that Wujiang's private accounts are completely unsafe. Can people still trust their computing power infrastructure and intelligent security products?

This move triggered a massive sell-off by shareholders, causing the stock to plummet to its daily limit at the open today, swiftly reducing Wujiang's market value in an instant.

Everyone is hoping that the CEO will step in to boost market confidence.

The president, however, remained silent.

Ning Ye looked at Bian Xun with worry.

Assistant Zhang arrived late last night, bringing the president's computer and a series of business equipment.

From the moment she opened her eyes in the morning, Bian Xun had indeed been sitting in front of the computer, her dark eyes fixed on the K-line chart.

Ning Ye recalled Xu Lanyi's expression yesterday and knew that she would not let this revenge go unpunished. She had joined forces with three companies to stir up trouble, making the situation far more serious than the last market value fluctuation.

Bian Xun did look somewhat anxious.

He was indeed very concerned about the stock price decline, and he was in a state of tension.

Even Bian Xun has such tense moments?

Ning Ye couldn't share the burden, so she decided to take care of the child herself to ease Bian Xun's pressure. However, just as she was packing her things and preparing to rush to the venue, she heard the sound of a mouse being clicked.

Then, the man stood up aloofly.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were slightly red from staring at the screen for too long.

He looked rather disheveled.

Seeing this, Ning Ye's almond-shaped eyes could not hide her worry.

Will the child's father be too devastated to continue living like this?

Ning Zhitao hooked her hand around her mother's hand, and Ning Ye bent down. The little girl whispered in her ear, "Daddy is about to go bankrupt, Mommy."

Ning Ye was startled and asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"

Ning Zhitao whispered to her mother, "Dad had a hard time ordering food yesterday!"

Ning Ye was surprised.

Could it be that Bian Xun in the future brought the black card to his child because he knew that Bian Xun in the present would go bankrupt?

Ning Ye, holding the child's hand, told Bian Xun, "It's okay, don't feel too much pressure."

Bian Xun opened his eyes wide.

Just now, he used his Future Black Card to buy a large number of Class A shares of Wujiang Group.

There is currently a loss of 1 billion yuan in personal accounts.

□□了。

Bian Xun's nerves were tingling with excitement.

Black cards were transferred to other black cards. When the large model was launched a few days later, the stock price rebounded, and the difference increased ten thousand times.

Conservative estimate.

He could make a fortune of 20 billion.

...

What does 20 billion in cash mean?

The interest earned from depositing money in the bank in one day is 500,000.

Importantly, this successful model is not a one-off event, but can be replicated whenever the right opportunity arises.

The game of capital is exciting.

The CEO went completely berserk.

Bian Xun's lips curved upwards, his dark eyes carrying a sense of power as if he controlled the world. He took a deep breath and said, "I'll take you there."

Ning Ye and Ning Zhitao shook their heads in unison, looking worried. "Let's forget about it."

Ning Zhitao: "Dad, you should save some oil at home!"

"?"

Despite the turbulent situation outside, his children cannot worry about money.

Bian Xun squatted down and told Ning Zhitao, "I am very rich, you could say I am extremely rich."

Get ready to prepare to become the daughter of the world's richest man.

Bian Xun suppressed the cold arrogance on his lips.

Ning Ye's heart softened a little more.

She looked at the bloodshot eyes in Bian Xun's eyes and the forced smile on his lips—despite the attacks he'd received from the outside world, and the billions his company had lost in market value, he was still pretending to be nonchalant, comforting their daughter.

Ning Ye has let go of Bian Xun in the sense of her ex-boyfriend.

But he felt a renewed affection for Bian Xun, who was the father of the child.

The father was heartbroken, and Ning Zhitao was so sensible that it was heartbreaking. The little girl nodded, trying to be strong, "I know, Dad, I understand, please don't say anything more."

Ning Ye patted the child's head; her child was truly kind and angelic.

The mother and daughter firmly refused to let Bian Xun stay with them, wanting to give him some space to be alone.

"..." In the end, Bian Xun could only call the environmental organization that was hosting the event and accept the previous invitation to give a speech, which gave him a legitimate reason to go out with them.

In fact, this person did not have a prepared speech at all.

On the way, Ning Ye looked at him with concern and wrote him an outline.

While waiting at a red light, Bian Xun took the item and glanced at it, slightly surprised.

This clearly shows that they did their homework.

The outline for the English writing not only demonstrated a complete understanding of the conference theme but also of Wujiang's exploration in related fields; even the correct spelling of professional terms was achieved. This required a lot of effort from someone who had never lived or studied abroad.

His dark eyes flickered with approval.

Whether Wujiang is a good company or not is unknown, but wherever Ning Ye goes, he will only rise higher and higher.

The president appeared at the international conference that day.

The Xu family arranged for domestic reporters to come and broadcast the event. There were already quite a few media outlets stationed at this international film festival, so as long as a little bit of news was released, many people would come to catch up.

I want to see how Mr. Bian, the person at the center of the storm, is doing right now, and whether he is overwhelmed by the evaporated market value.

However, the man who stepped onto the stage was full of vigor and had a noble appearance.

Dressed in a suit and tie, with a cool and aloof demeanor, the man was in remarkably good condition, even bordering on swagger.

With an air of someone about to conquer the world, the president, his expression cool and composed, gave an impromptu speech entirely in English, based on the outline Ning Ye had given him.

Take this opportunity to introduce Boundless to the world.

Finally, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

The speech ended to thunderous applause.

Ning Ye and Ning Zhitao exchanged a glance and then clapped for him together.

"Mom, Dad is so strong."

"Yes, Tao Tao, but don't worry, there will be more money later."

“Okay, Mom,” Ning Zhitao scratched her head, her innocent round eyes full of admiration. “But Dad is really amazing. He can make people not tell that he’s about to go bankrupt.”

Ning Ye nodded as well.

Yes, those few steps he took just now, his calm and fluent English pronunciation, and his aloof and disdainful gaze.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was about to become incredibly rich.

This is what it means to be a master at keeping one's emotions hidden.

…

When Bian Xun returned to the audience from the stage, he saw the mother and daughter with their strikingly similar faces, both bearing the same deep respect.

The president paused slightly and subtly adjusted his tie.

Several attendees nearby noticed that they were a family of three and smiled with admiration.

Bian Xun stopped and was about to sit down next to Ning Ye when she suddenly grabbed him, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered, "There will be an environmental charity donation later. I've already donated some. You should run."

Bian Xun: "?"

Amidst the exhilarating feeling of about to become the world's richest person, how can one make others understand their capabilities in situations that defy explanation?

The president's thin lips parted slightly, but his words always sounded somewhat weak.

"I really have money..."

"President Bian! President Bian!" Several domestic media representatives rushed up.

"What are your thoughts on the sharp drop in Wujiang's stock price? How do you feel about the shrinkage of your personal assets?"

"As a young master from a prestigious family like yourself, have you ever experienced poverty where you had nothing?"

The situation in China is indeed not optimistic.

Everyone in Ning Ye's work group was worried, and Assistant Zhang's grave expression was an even stronger indication. Bian Xun was indeed facing a significant crisis this time.

"." Bian Xun waved his hand expressionlessly, signaling his assistant to stop all interviews.

poverty.

I haven't experienced it, and I won't experience it.

But his wife and children are helping him through it.

The president's arrogance had no outlet, and his wealth left him feeling melancholic.

However, Bian Xun did take them out of the venue early that day, as tonight is Christmas Eve, the Christmas season that children look forward to the most.

If they go back early, they can catch the Christmas market next to the city center.

Ning Zhitao was still very happy.

Although her father was on the verge of bankruptcy, her parents told her it was nothing, so as soon as the little girl got off the bus, she happily rushed to the market.

In the theater square in the city center, a giant Christmas tree was lit up with dazzling starlight, twinkling in the night.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of crepes, and the scent of mulled wine dispelled the winter chill. Various stalls lined both sides of the square, selling gingerbread men and cotton candy sprinkled with red and green icing.

It was Ning Zhitao's first time celebrating Christmas abroad. Seeing several Santa Clauses passing by, her eyes widened with excitement. "Mom, are they all real? Are they brothers?"

Ning Ye took her hand, her eyes crinkling into a smile, "Yes, Tao Tao can make a wish, and whatever you want will come true~"

Beside him, the child's father stood with his back straight.

Ning Ye saw it out of the corner of her eye, but gently shook her head at him.

No need to be stubborn!

Bian Xun: "No, I really..."

Ning Zhitao excitedly shook her mother's hand, "What about reindeer? Will that be real too?"

Ning Ye is really unsure whether anyone will dress up as a deer.

However, just as they reached the center of the theater square, a fluorescent light suddenly flashed on the hidden wire in the sky, connecting the top of the theater tower to the other end of the square, and a flying reindeer pulling a sled suddenly ran across the wire.

Ning Zhitao opened her eyes wide, and after a long while, she blankly grabbed her parents' hands.

The children were completely captivated!

It's true, Santa Claus is real!

Will a well-behaved child like her receive a gift from Santa Claus?

A Santa Claus sleigh appeared out of nowhere in the square, and the "reindeer" pulling the sleigh waved their hooves at the tourists along the way, indicating that they wanted to tip the performers.

Bian Xun glanced at the child's innocent eyes, completely absorbed in the fairy tale, and smiled calmly.

He pulled out his wallet from his pocket, intending to make his child the person who tipped the most in the entire event.

However, Ning Zhitao turned her head back, grabbed his hand, took out a bill from the thick stack of banknotes, and reverently handed it to Lu Ti.

Bian Xun: "?"

Bian Xun squatted down behind her and said, "You can give it all to it."

Ning Zhitao said seriously, "Forget it, Dad. If we give it all to the deer, what will you eat?"

Four-year-old Tao Tao sighed, "Dad's money doesn't grow on trees!"

Bian Xun fell silent, powerless.

His money is really about to be blown in by a strong wind.

Nobody understands.

Ning Zhitao was still in high spirits, her cheeks flushed as she led her parents to the other side. The family ate and drank their fill at the market.

Throughout this process, Ning Ye's heart was always full, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the lights of Christmas Eve, as soft as water.

The cold wind of late December blew on them, but her palms remained warm.

Whether it was the child's understanding and consideration for her father, or the father's insistence on not letting the child worry about his lack of money, it all truly gave her a sense of...home.

Ning Yeying looked at Bian Xun with emotion.

Bian Xun: I...you...actually...

never mind.

The family of three returned to the hotel, where a small Christmas tree had been set up in their suite. Ning Zhitao was already sitting under the tree, hugging her knees, looking at her mother expectantly with starry eyes.

Ning Ye smiled and took out the gift she had chosen: a handmade Christmas tree-shaped candle in a transparent, glowing glass jar. Each layer could be customized with its own color and scent, allowing her to create her own unique Christmas tree.

Ning Zhitao excitedly examined her mother's gift, her little hands clutching the candle jar, comparing it to the light.

After returning to the hotel, Bian Xun disappeared for a while.

The mother and daughter whispered to each other, both feeling very understanding. The father had been forcing a smile all day, and now that he was relieved of his responsibilities as a father, he probably needed some time to process it on his own.

Ning Zhitao was a little disappointed, but she was already super happy tonight, and she loved her mother's gift!

She won't blame her dad.

Ning Ye looked at her baby more and more and felt that her baby was an angel. How could a little girl who was only four years old be so sensitive?

She blinked and suddenly pulled out a Christmas bath bomb. "Want to try a gingerbread man-flavored bubble bath?"

"think!!"

Ning Ye spent a warm and cozy Christmas Eve with her child. When Ning Zhitao came out of the bathtub, she was already sleepy, so Ning Ye changed her into her pajamas and laid the child down in her crib.

Ning Zhitao was half asleep when she yawned and suddenly felt something on her head.

She opened her eyes and suddenly saw a Santa Claus appear in front of her.

He was wearing a red Santa hat, had a white mustache, wore red clothes, and was carrying a large bag.

Santa Claus asked her in a slightly gruff voice, "Are you Ning Zhitao?"

Ning Zhitao nervously gripped the blanket and nodded, "It is me!"

Santa Claus took a red and white stocking out of his bag and hung it by her bedside. "You are the best little girl tonight. This is your present. Open it tomorrow morning."

Ning Zhitao nodded.

After Santa Claus finished his lines, he was about to leave when the child grabbed his little hand and, as he turned around, jumped into his arms with a big smile, crying, "Daddy!"

Bian Xun smiled under his beard and patted the child's head.

The man's usually stern bone structure had become noticeably softer.

Ning Zhitao was truly satisfied this time. Keeping her promise, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with her chubby cheeks.

Bian Xun stood up and looked at Ning Ye, who was leaning against the side with a smile.

Ning Ye smiled at Bian Xun. Her love for her child shone like a diamond.

So she reached out her hand.

I also gave Santa Claus a gentle hug.

Bian Xun paused slightly, and the corners of his lips under his white beard involuntarily curled up. He sensed her emotions and attention returning to him, so he tightened his arms and hugged her back.

Actually, she also had a gift.

I hope she can handle it.

This is a gift from the future world's richest man :)

…

It was indeed a happy and peaceful night.

Ning Ye only learned about the film festival last night after waking up from a blissful sleep.

Xu Lanyi indeed won the award as she wished, achieving a powerful comeback and silencing all those who had previously mocked her. She underwent a stunning transformation, becoming a role model for actresses who have given birth.

However, not long after the news reached China, several photos of Xu Lanyi standing in front of a police car suddenly surfaced online.

Upon closer inspection, Ning Ye realized that the photos were all staged from that night. There were indeed police cars at the scene, and Xu Lanyi was backed by several bodyguards in black. The photos were being used to create a false impression that she had alerted the police while abroad and was suspected of breaking the law.

Regardless of whether there is concrete evidence or not, after a series of unsubstantiated rumors, it completely stole half the limelight from the award-winning event.

The news of Xu Lanyi receiving the award has been shrouded in various conspiracy theories and speculations. After all, no one can explain why Xu Lanyi, who was supposed to be receiving the award in a neighboring country, would appear in a place that was completely out of her schedule late at night.

Such a dirty trick must have been Bian Xun's doing.

...

Soon, amidst various visits and tours, Ning Ye's conference schedule came to its final day.

Coincidentally, it was also the last day of the year.

Bian Xun has been on the phone since yesterday. Today, Wujiang Group is going to launch a major project. Rumors have been circulating in the industry, and the stock price has even rebounded slightly in the past two days.

The president's inscrutable expression had reached a state of perfection.

They're already making money.

But that's not enough.

The president's sharp black eyes were fixed on the computer screen, while all the senior executives were simultaneously participating in the online meeting through their headsets.

Finally, Wujiang Group's groundbreaking artificial intelligence big data model was officially launched at 10:00 AM that day.

Ning Ye's heart also stirred.

This is also a very important thing for her, as it means she will be able to see photos of her mother.

Once the large-scale model was launched, it swept the market with strong promotion from Wujiang Group, immediately trending on social media that morning. Learning from the experience of the other party's joint smear campaign, they also launched a large-scale promotional campaign this time.

As a result, Wujiang Group was not affected by the previous scandals. Instead, it made a comeback with its hard power, and the news spread throughout the internet.

By the afternoon, the stock price had risen steadily.

Ning Ye did not share in this glory, but considerately left it all to Bian Xun.

She walked through the souvenir shop under the nearby church, intending to buy some gifts for Sister Zhou and Xiao Jiang.

Looking back on this week.

Ning Ye saw in Bian Xun an indomitable humanity, a father's love as solid as a mountain, and a tenacious will.

Despite such adversity, Bian Xun remained strong and humble, sparing no effort to spend money on the mother and daughter, which moved her to tears on several occasions.

His return to the top was inevitable.

Ning Ye hadn't appreciated Bian Xun like this in a long time.

At the same time, in front of the computer screen, a figure slowly and frantically stood up.

The transaction is complete.

It was completed so smoothly and actually.

The gamble was a complete success.

Bian Xun stared at the account numbers, even carefully checking them once in a split second.

So smoothly.

Such a terrifyingly long string of zeros.

Could it be that fate has secretly assigned him another price?

The CEO doesn't know.

The president only knows—

His wealth has now reached over 20 billion.

…

…

The man glanced at the child who was taking a nap, then slowly walked out of the hotel room.

The carpet in the corridor was very soft, and he felt as if he were walking on clouds as he headed towards the place Ning Ye was going.

At this moment, Ning Ye is carefully choosing a gift for Bian Xun.

After returning to China this time, she will have to treat Bian Xun anew.

Beneath his cold-blooded, mean-spirited, arrogant, and ruthless capitalist exterior lies a heart that loves children and family, and is both resilient and compassionate. Regardless of poverty or wealth, he will always be a good father and a humble and kind person at heart.

Perhaps wealth wasn't as important to him as she imagined.

Ning Ye took a deep breath.

After choosing the gift for him, we paid together and left the souvenir shop.

As soon as she stepped outside, the warm winter sunset reflected off the road, and something suddenly dazzled her eyes.

Then, an ancient clock on the church suddenly opened a window, and a little angel was pushed out of the bell tower. The melodious chimes and piano music played alternately, and all the lights around the church began to flash at the same time.

However, none of this was as striking as the object in the man's hand in the distance.

The tall, elegant man in the black wool coat, exuding an air of superiority and disdain for the world, made his slow entrance.

In his hand was a huge pigeon-egg diamond.

Wealth, status, power, and his more than 20 billion all made Bian Xun shine with a noble aura at this moment.

He walked with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

Use a calm and profound tone.

He opened his mouth in a shocking manner.

"In the new year."

"Can the world's richest man become your real husband?"

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Author's note: Ningning looked around: Who is it?

Ahhh, I'm late, but it's a huge giveaway!!! Let's congratulate Boss Bian and draw 88 red envelopes!

Zhao Shijue, please get up earlier tomorrow than today, okay? [crying][crying][crying]