Three years later.
As the head of Nan's Group and Tian Shang Yue, and the big boss behind them, Yin Han should be extremely busy. However, his business is booming, and two years ago, he had already made it into the top three of the world's richest people.
Even after marriage, his good looks and wealth still attracted countless women, and some even deliberately tried to bump into Yin Han, constantly creating opportunities to be alone with him, but none of them succeeded.
Yin Han eliminated all possibilities.
The weather was clear that day, and the sun was high in the sky.
Yin Han was in his office, constantly flipping through documents with a pen in hand. His brows were slightly furrowed, and one could vaguely tell that his movements were somewhat hurried.
Finally, when the clock struck three, Yin Han put down his pen, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and was about to grab his coat to go out.
At this moment, Wang Wentao walked in with several documents in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yin Han standing up and about to put on his suit jacket and go out.
"No, bro, where are you going? I remember you don't have any meetings or schedules today, right?"
Wang Wentao went through the thought in his mind before speaking.
Yin Han remained expressionless, whether intentionally or casually, he said, "I have a wife."
“…” Wang Wentao.
Does that mean people with wives can leave work early?
The problem is it's only 3 PM! Lunch break just ended, and it's still a long way from when we get off work.
“It’s only three o’clock, and you’re already leaving, especially since you’re the boss.” Wang Wentao tried to persuade him to stay, because he knew that if this person left, he would have to work overtime tonight, and this wasn’t the first time.
It's because he doesn't have a wife or children!
"Well, they all say I'm the boss now, it's none of their business." After saying that, Yin Han walked towards the door, then added, "You handle the rest, and I'll double your year-end bonus."
Wang Wentao is powerless, what a tragedy! He doesn't want money anymore, he just wants his wife!
As soon as Yin Han left the company, he got into his luxury car and sped off all the way home.
What should have been a half-hour journey, he completed in just ten minutes.
Moreover, he kept an eye on his phone the whole way because he hadn't replied to a WeChat message he'd sent to his wife two hours earlier.
As soon as he got home, Yin Han didn't even park the car properly. He tossed the keys to the security guard at the manor gate and rushed inside to find his wife.
Upon entering the hall, there was none of the noise he had imagined, and he didn't even see any servants. Yin Han was puzzled, but he didn't think much of it, since he had assumed that they were taking a nap at this time of day.
I just wonder why there isn't a single servant.
Yin Han hurried upstairs, not returning to her own bedroom, but heading straight for the children's room. Upon entering, she found it empty, not the expected embrace between mother and child.
Yin Han was no longer calm. He subconsciously dialed Nan Sheng's number, but no one answered after two attempts. On the third attempt, instead of the cold, mechanical voice, a soft yet serious voice came through: "Dad! Mom and I have run away from home!"
"Yin Xisheng, is your butt itchy again?!"
At this moment, Yin Han really didn't want to acknowledge his biological son. If time could be turned back, he would definitely use up all the money in the world rather than let this kid go against him.
"Dad, please watch your words and actions, because Mom is right next to me."
Yin Han could clearly feel his temples throbbing, with veins bulging.
After taking a deep breath away from the phone, his voice immediately returned to its cold tone: "Where did you take your mother? I need to talk to my wife."
Yin Han couldn't understand how she had given birth to a drafty little guy, even though she had raised him from a young age, taking care of everything from bathing him and feeding him to putting him to sleep.
Why do I always steal his wife's love?
"Dad, no! As soon as we get home, all you do is try to take Mom away from me. You should work hard and earn money. Mom and I need to spend money when we're out here."
Yin Xisheng hung up immediately after speaking, giving Yin Han no chance to reply.
When Yin Han heard the beeping sound from his phone, he felt he needed to press the philtrum.
He rushed back as fast as he could, hoping to hug his wife, thinking the kids would be taking a nap at that time, but he was still a step too late.
Yin Xisheng really is his good son!
Yin Han gritted his teeth, still unwilling to give up, and opened WeChat to send a message to his dear wife.
[Wife, waaaaaah!]
I miss you. I went home but didn't see you.
Do you only love our son now and not me anymore? We haven't had any time together as a couple in so long.
He works during the day, and she stays with their son. Their son sleeps with them at night. He hasn't eaten meat in a very, very long time...
Honey, where are you? I'll come pick you up, okay? I miss you...
After sending the message, Yin Han waited for a while, but still no one replied. His eyes were filled with sadness. He vowed that after this, he would send Yin Xisheng to a boarding school no matter what!
Having not received a reply from his wife, Yin Han had no choice but to drive back to the company to continue working. Without his wife, there was no point in staying at home.
When Yin Han returned to the company, her mood was as dark as if it were about to rain.
Wang Wentao, who was working, saw the person return. Judging from their expression, he knew things were not good. Without saying a word or doing anything, he simply kept his distance, lest he be the next one to get shot.
Therefore, as soon as Yin Han returned to the company, she dialed the company's internal line and called a meeting!
Little did he know that a big surprise awaited him after the meeting.
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