In the minimalist office, various documents are neatly placed on the luxurious sandalwood desk, and the leather chair, which is shining under the light, is slightly tilted.
A man stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, his well-fitting tailor-made suit showing off his perfect figure.
She is over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs, and her body proportions are comparable to those of the world's top supermodels.
Although his appearance could not be seen clearly, one could guess from his tall and straight back and outstanding temperament that he must be a standout among the crowd.
The neon lights outside the window were as dazzling as usual, but the man stared at them quietly for a long time, like a cold and perfect sculpture.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door interrupted the stagnant space.
"Enter."
"President, the police just called and said your child is missing and needs to be brought back as soon as possible."
"Um?"
The man turned around, his face flawless under the bright light, his eyebrows were deep, and his nose was like a hanging gall bladder.
The narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the thick and long eyelashes trembled. His expression was indifferent, with the dignity and arrogance of a rich family's son.
He is none other than Ying Zheng, the famous financial tycoon of Country Z, the actual controlling shareholder of the largest group in the country, and the president of the Ying family who has been featured in the Central Financial News many times.
At this time, Ying Zheng frowned and looked at the reckless secretary quietly.
There was a hint of displeasure in his sharp eyes, and his low voice was calm and peaceful, but it had a powerful aura that was intimidating.
"Secretary Zhao, it's work time now, and this joke is not funny."
"Boss, I'm really not kidding. Look at the young master. He looks a lot like you."
The strong sense of oppression made Xiao Zhao tremble with fear. He hurriedly explained in fear and trepidation, then opened his mobile phone, clicked on the photo and presented it to the president.
A slender hand with distinct joints took the phone, and Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to examine it carefully.
When his eyes fixed on that familiar face, a crack appeared on his calm and composed expression.
If all his childhood photos had not been sealed in the old house, he would have almost thought that someone had maliciously stolen his information.
These two people who looked so similar could be either father and son or brothers, but his frail father had passed away ten years ago...
With complicated thoughts in his mind, Ying Zheng finally put aside his beloved work temporarily and prepared to go and find out what was going on.
A moment later, a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped near the police station. As the car door opened, a handsome and steady man walked out with long legs.
Ying Zhao, who was squatting at the door of the police station and looking around, suddenly had his eyes light up. He quickly stood up and ran towards the man with his short legs, cheering non-stop.
"Father! Father!"
"Wuwuwu... Zhaozhao finally found his father. Father, I missed you so much, wuwuwu..."
Ying Zheng looked down at the little baby who was hugging his calf and crying, a look of helplessness flashed across his brows.
He picked up the baby and looked at his appearance carefully. Sure enough, he looked very similar to him. No one would believe that they were not father and son.
Seeing this magical scene, the full-time driver Lao Zhang behind him was stunned.
When did the president get a son?
In all these years, he has never seen the president bring a woman home, nor has he seen him stay overnight outside?
Although the incident was extremely bizarre, Ying Zheng still took this son who came out of nowhere home and for the first time in his life did not stay in the company to work overtime at night.
However, just in case, Ying Zheng took the hair of the two and sent it for a paternity test. With the help of his wealth, he got the results that night.
"...the genetic similarity is 99.99%...the test results support that Ying Zheng is Ying Zhao's biological father."
"Father, what is this?"
Seeing his father holding a few pieces of paper with a frown on his face, Ying Zhao, who was having fun in the spacious living room, came over curiously and tugged at his father's arm to peek inside.
Ying Zheng put the information aside and looked into those big eyes full of admiration. His eyes softened, and a crack appeared in his cold heart, and a warm current gradually flowed.
Although the origin of this little guy was unknown, for some reason he had an inexplicable liking for him and did not reject his closeness at all. His cold voice subconsciously softened.
"Zhao Zhao, you should call me dad."
"Papa? But Zhao Zhao wants to call me father..."
"...Okay, it's late now, time to go to bed."
"Well... then father will give Zhao Zhao a bath~"
A few minutes later, looking at the little one happily splashing around in the bathtub and his wet shirt, Ying Zheng couldn't help but frown.
Looks like I need to hire a nanny...
He has a strong sense of territory and does not hire anyone like other rich kids. He usually has cleaners to clean the house regularly.
Now, for the sake of the three-year-old baby in front of him, he had to make some concessions. Besides, he was busy with company affairs and did not have much time to take care of the baby.
While he was thinking, the originally happy Ying Zhao seemed to remember something, and his little face drooped instantly.
He hugged his father's big, generous hands and begged with his big, wet eyes.
"Father, Zhao Zhao still wants to find Mother... Zhao Zhao misses Mother... woo woo..."
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"Okay, Dad will help you find it."
Ying Zheng never thought of starting a family with a woman. He seemed to be naturally indifferent to emotions, and only climbing the career ladder could give him some sense of accomplishment.
But the sight of the little one crying breathlessly softened his heart. He comforted him gently and wiped the tears from his little face with a towel.
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