Chapter 20 Grape's Mom? Your Dad's a Double-Door (Including Bonus Chapters)...
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Buying lottery tickets is certainly not considered an investment.
In the back seat of the Maybach, the president's expression was inscrutable, his mind calculating in various ways.
After all, the lottery ticket Ning Ye bought was a physical item, so he could receive it simultaneously. The money he redeemed was also physical, not data transmitted, so the mysterious multiplier couldn't be achieved.
But if it's cryptocurrency, equity, or something else...
When Assistant Zhang turned around, he saw his boss's dark eyes gleaming in the car. His bone structure, like that of a movie star, was hidden between the light and shadow, as if it carried countless philosophical thoughts.
Bian Xun: How to break even still needs careful consideration.
However, the relationship between Ning Ye and that child should be objective and can be ascertained quickly.
"Go and investigate Ning Ye's parents." A deep male voice sounded from inside the car.
Judging from the little girl's age, she was probably born about five years ago.
Do Ning Ye's parents really have the leisure and means to do this?
Assistant Zhang was no longer surprised by the boss's attention to Miss Ning, and bowed his head to reply, "Yes."
Bian Xun's eyes were half-closed.
After a long pause, he lowered his eyes, looked at the lottery ticket in his palm, and clicked his tongue.
Was it a gift to him that he deliberately didn't claim the prize?
I wanted him to experience the sudden wealth of an ordinary person who wins the lottery while walking down the street.
...They're quite generous.
The president chuckled and coldly pulled out his wallet from the inside pocket of his coat, then placed the winning lottery ticket in the compartment next to the silver-embossed black card.
This is the first thing she has given him in six years.
…
After returning from the conference in the suburbs of Beijing, Ning Ye's work really got busy.
Their department is currently working on an intelligent interactive service system. Last time they were attending a conference, but next time they will be organizing one, and it might even require them to travel to another province. Ning Ye hasn't figured out how to arrange things for Tao Tao yet.
The difficulties faced by single mothers can only be truly understood through personal experience. Fortunately, the mother and child have the father's money, so they can always resolve any problems they encounter.
For little Ning Zhitao, she is easygoing and happy every day.
This week she started her crayon hobby class.
This class is different from the ones her father used to make her take. Before, Ning Zhitao's schedule was fixed seven days a week, but now it's different. Her mother said she can take it whenever she wants, and she doesn't have to take it if she doesn't want to.
At times like this, Ning Zhitao doesn't miss her father as much.
The location of Little Crayon's extracurricular class is not far from Ning Ye's company. She usually goes to pick up Ning Zhitao after get off work, takes the child to the class, and then goes back to her workstation to continue working for a while before going home together after the child's get out of class.
I can work overtime while waiting for the kids.
She can even ask her husband for overtime pay^^
She can choose her own class time. Since Ning Zhitao has paid for two semesters of classes, she currently attends classes two or three times a week and is extremely focused on drawing.
Thus, Ning Ye inevitably fell into one of the top ten fantasies of human parents.
My child probably won't have a talent for this, right?
If a child truly has talent, we mustn't let it go to waste!
Of course, after a few days, Ning Ye had not yet seen any talent in Ning Zhitao's paintings.
But Ning Zhitao herself is very confident in her drawing skills, waving her little fist.
"Dad said I'll become Picasso someday!" the child exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.
“…” Ning Ye hesitated, then said, “Yes, that’s right!”
Bian Xun's conscience is truly wicked; he could actually utter such a blatant lie about spoiling his child.
Children's drawings are a reflection of life. After her first lesson, Tao Tao came home and gave her masterpiece to her mother. From the child's brushstrokes, Ning Ye experienced for the first time an abstract vision of the "future"—
On a green grassland, there are several small houses in the distance, each with its own name. Ning Zhitao can't recognize all the characters yet, but she can write a few crookedly. Some are called Happy Home, and some are called Happy Family, which look like the names of family chat groups.
In front of this small house stood three people, or rather, three people stacked on top of each other.
A tall man stood on the ground, with a little girl drawn in purple crayon on his left shoulder and a slightly larger woman in warm yellow on his right shoulder. Both of them had smiling faces as small as soybeans on their backs.
The brushstrokes are very immature, but they exude a warm atmosphere unique to childhood.
Ning Ye held the child in her hands and admired it carefully for a long time, then gently stroked the child's round head with a kind expression.
Your dad will turn out to be a double-door refrigerator in the future.
He even learned weightlifting.
Wow, he's really amazing!
On the other end.
Following the boss's instructions, Zhang, the assistant, began investigating Ning Ye and has already learned about the past relationship between the president and Miss Ning.
Assistant Zhang was in turmoil. He quickly reflected on every interaction he had had with Miss Ning in the past, and then flexibly adjusted his policies accordingly.
So, after reporting on his work each day, Assistant Zhang would voluntarily announce what Ms. Ning was doing.
"After getting off work today, Ms. Ning went out for half an hour and came back with a bucket of brand new oil paintbrushes in her hand."
"Ms. Ning worked overtime for two hours today, leaving the office around 7:40 PM, but she didn't go directly to Xia Lu Residential Area..."
The young CEO flipped through the project contract, his thin, dark eyes narrowing as he said in a flat tone, "Your annual salary is for you to focus on this every day?"
Assistant Zhang's forehead immediately broke out in a sweat. Had he misunderstood him?
After sweating profusely for a while, the president withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the contract again.
"Then what?"
Assistant Zhang paused, a huge weight lifted from his heart.
"Then Miss Ning went to the fourth floor of a nearby shopping mall, which is the children's products section..."
Bian Xun's lowered gaze paused slightly, his brows furrowed, and a thin layer of light appeared in his eyes.
Ning Ye is taking this child way too seriously.
Why?
Is it necessary to rely solely on blood ties?
While searching, he casually tossed aside Old Master Bian's birthday invitation.
For the sake of this old man's family fortune, on his birthday, everyone with the surname Bian, and even those without, would go to great lengths to organize and prepare gifts.
All the younger generation, especially those with children, would deliberately bring their kids to get closer to the old man, because children are a scarce asset in this family. Before their talents and intelligence are revealed, each child can temporarily receive preferential attention from the family. Once they grow up, seniority will determine their rank and class.
Disgusting family values.
His cold, dark eyes swept across the gold-embossed paper, his emotions remaining completely unmoved.
Bian Xun was born into such a family, and he rose to prominence, seized power, and secured his position within it.
He had no expectations of the concept of "family".
They also never considered family life to be happy.
…
Ning Ye travels back and forth between several places every day, while also taking care of her increasingly busy work. Although she is a little tired, she also feels a strange sense of satisfaction when she sees the children's dirty hands but excited eyes.
As the children's drawings increased, some were even displayed on the walls of the rented room, giving Ning Ye a better understanding of her future life.
In most of the scenes, the family of three is standing together, sometimes sharing a roast duck, sometimes enjoying the breeze on the mountain. The father seems to spend just as much time with the child as the mother.
This is an unfamiliar future for Ning Ye.
But for the child, that was everything she had actually experienced.
Unfortunately, the plot is cruel to four-year-old Ning Zhitao. From the moment the child is removed from her most familiar environment, the future she knows will never happen again.
However, it seems that Ning Ye has already done her best to reverse their storyline, and she will not allow herself and her child to fall into that situation.
On Friday evening, Ning Ye, as usual, first took her child to the after-school class. When she walked back to the entrance of Wujiang Group, she was stopped by a dark, old-fashioned sedan.
“Miss Ning, my husband has invited you to his 80th birthday celebration, and he specifically told you not to bring anything.”
Ning Ye paused slightly.
She didn't believe everything the driver said.
But she knew she couldn't avoid it either. Ning Ye glanced at the time; she should be able to get back before her child's extracurricular class ended.
Sitting in the car on the way to the Bian family's old house, Ning Ye vaguely remembered that she had also visited it once many years ago.
At that time, she was inevitably filled with fear and anxiety. She knew that Bian Xun's family background was extraordinary, but she was still overwhelmed by the weight of that wealth and status.
This time when I went back, my state of mind was completely different.
This is primarily because she has started earning money, has a decent salary, and has achieved success in her own career.
However, it is undeniable that the black card her child brought from the future gave her a considerable amount of confidence to face the various problems that were about to arise.
Ning Ye remained calm and began to recall some details of the plot. She looked up and saw the driver's scrutinizing gaze in the rearview mirror, and then she understood.
Tonight, it wasn't that Grandpa Bian sent someone to pick her up, but rather that the lady of the house insisted that she be present.
It was Bian Guohua's 80th birthday, and as Bian Xun's ex-girlfriend, she wasn't important enough to warrant sending a car to pick him up.
The car was sent by Xu Lanyi, her purpose being to make her mistakenly believe that her identity had been accepted. Once she happily takes the child to the Bian family, she'll have fallen into a trap, and the truth about her illegitimate daughter will be exposed in public.
This not only harmed her, but also directly lowered Bian Xun's status. The eldest son of the Bian family, always an outstanding and flawless elite, actually had an illegitimate daughter living outside the home—how awful would that sound if word got out? Could a prestigious family like the Bian family accept such a thing?
Bian Xun will naturally be reprimanded by Old Master Bian, and the most crucial point of this matter is that Xu Lanyi will accompany Old Master Xu.
It's important to understand that the two families intended to arrange a marriage. Revealing the affair of the illegitimate daughter in front of Old Master Xu would leave the Bian family with no way to explain themselves to the Xu family. At this point, the female protagonist was completely placed in the position of the victim.
Only then will she confess to Bian Xun that she also has a son, understand him, guide him, and tell him that she has also experienced such feelings, so that the two can achieve a spiritual resonance.
Ning Ye had figured out the whole process, and the car had already entered the familiar alleyway.
She couldn't imagine what Ning Zhitao would feel facing everyone's criticism in the original story.
She was clearly her parents' child, but suddenly her status as their child was illegitimate, and everyone looked at her with disdain.
What did she, a four-year-old child, do wrong?
"Miss Ning, please."
The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her.
The Bian family's old house is hidden deep in a hutong in a bustling area of Beijing. On the map, it can only be seen as a huge, unmarked shadow with no location or specific address, making it impossible for outsiders to find.
This is the epitome of understated elegance, the truly most precious place.
Such meticulous families have their homes arranged according to feng shui principles, with every detail carefully crafted. Many of the artifacts placed in the divination positions are passed down from their ancestors through geomancy. The land is connected to the dragon's energy, making it a true feng shui treasure, hidden deep within.
Such wealth and prominence have produced only one person like Bian Xun in the last two generations.
The driver following Ning Ye had a complicated expression.
Although it was said that nothing needed to be brought, who would attend Old Master Bian's birthday celebration empty-handed? The courtyard was full of celebrities, and the gifts they brought were rare and priceless treasures, yet this girl really didn't bring anything.
Ning Ye originally wanted to bring them along, but Bian Xun stopped her.
She paused before entering the gate, and with the driver's "you've finally gotten the hang of it" expression, she went to the convenience store at the entrance of the alley and picked up a case of milk.
"Let's go." Ning Ye formally entered the room.
Walking through the corridor, the man's figure was tall and slender. He glanced down at the bill.
I'm in a bad mood.
Although it was only randomized by 10 times, it was still enough to make the president even more impatient with the birthday banquet he was already impatient with.
Today, the Bian family's old house has been renovated and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with red "longevity" characters pasted everywhere.
As a traditionalist, Old Master Bian's greatest wish was for his family to be large and prosperous, with many descendants. For his birthday celebrations, everyone from the main branch of the Bian family, both direct and collateral branches, could attend; younger generations were even better, and the most important thing was a lively atmosphere.
All the children we could gather in the family came to the old house today.
This is the kind of scenario that Bian Xun hates the most.
The man lowered his eyes and walked around the corridor. He saw children running around in a group in the bluestone courtyard in front of the main hall, and his brow furrowed.
His uncle's youngest son, about four or five years old, was running around the yard laughing and giggling when he accidentally bumped into the man's knee. The boy raised his head defiantly and said, "You dare bump into me!—"
He met a pair of calm, dark eyes.
Bian Xun stared at the little boy for two seconds with an indifferent expression and a cold look in his eyes.
The child, who was used to being a bully at home, suddenly started trembling, took several steps back, retreated to his parents, and then burst into tears.
Bian Xun rolled his eyes at them indifferently and stepped into the main hall.
Kids are annoyed.
The little boy deserved a beating.
Ning Ye was led along, and when she entered the backyard, she could see Bian Xun's seat in the distance. However, she did not enter the banquet hall where the Bian family was, but a lakeside tea pavilion with openwork on all four sides.
As we approached the pavilion, the aroma of tea wafted through the air. Old Master Bian, dressed in a neat Tang suit, looked over with his sharp, piercing eyes.
She knew that Xu Lanyi's goal was to have her and the child directly seen by Grandpa Bian.
Ning Ye remained calm and offered her blessings.
She was slender and thin, but her back was straight. Standing under the eaves by the lake, she was like a graceful and pure lotus branch, unbroken.
Undeniably, Bian Xun had good judgment. Even Grandpa Bian could see that this girl was diligent, ambitious, academically excellent, and her appearance was top-notch; she would naturally find a good match among ordinary people.
However, her family's circumstances were worlds apart from those of the Bian family, not just heaven and earth, but also as vast as clouds and mud.
Finding suitable partners is not enough.
"How have you been these past few years?" Old Master Bian asked in a relatively amiable tone.
Ning Ye knew what the other party wanted; she had already organized her thoughts on the way here.
To avoid getting involved in the female lead's mess, the most important thing is to keep the Bian family from knowing that Ning Zhitao is Bian Xun's child.
First of all, this definitely wasn't hers or Bian Xunsheng's.
They never had a child.
Xu Lanyi wanted to use the control group to make her secret marriage and childbirth a soft landing, and wanted to first pin the title of "illegitimate daughter" on her and Tao Tao. Then she had to find evidence that she and Bian Xun had produced this child.
However, this does not exist.
The child is with Ning Ye every day, and she can't just let anyone grab her to do a paternity test. If they can't find out when and where the child was born, they won't even get to the point of a paternity test.
Xu Lanyi's goal today is to expose her and her child to the public, using them as stepping stones.
What if this child has absolutely no relation to Bian Xun?
Ning Ye tilted her head, looking from the pavilion in the middle of the lake towards the banquet hall in the distance. Under a copper lamp, a young, promising man and a female celebrity, the center of attention, were standing together.
Xu Lanyi tilted her head back, the light making her exquisitely made-up face even more radiant. With a hint of tenderness and self-pity, she said something to Bian Xun.
Bian Xun frowned, then listened intently, seemingly having taken it all in.
Despite the distance, Ning Ye couldn't hear what they were talking about, but she knew that the main storyline was progressing.
Perhaps Bian Xun will always become someone else's male lead. This is a truth that Ning Ye has understood for many years.
She gently withdrew her gaze and answered Grandpa Bian's question.
“It’s fine,” Ning Ye said, her almond-shaped eyes clear and gentle. “My deceased boyfriend treated me very well.”
Old Master Bian's brow twitched.
Even with his long experience and deep mind, he never expected such an answer.
People celebrating their birthdays are most averse to hearing the word "death".
Ning Ye had already figured out the various feng shui arrangements she had seen along the way, and knew how to quickly extricate herself from this predicament.
But these old men are very concerned with appearances, and even if they are unhappy, they must pretend to be amiable on such a nice day. "Oh? What kind of person is he?"
Ning Ye recalled the future Bian Xun described by Tao Tao: "When he was alive... he loved children very much, was very loving, responsible, gentle, and generous."
Old Master Bian's temples throbbed, and his expression was strange, but one thing was certain.
This description makes it impossible that he is his grandson.
Grandpa Bian's temples twitched repeatedly as he probed, "You and Bian Xun were separated for six years, and now you've met again. Don't you two..."
“There won’t be any more,” Ning Ye smiled gently. “My boyfriend and I have an orphan who is already four years old.”
Go ahead and investigate.
We can't find this person, but we also can't find Bian Xun.
This is something that cannot be proven or disproven.
Grandpa Bian's cheek twitched, and he felt a pain in the back of his head.
What is it? What orphan?
Four years old? She and Bian Xun have been separated for six years.
How could he listen to such unlucky things on his 80th birthday?
Ning Ye said with a warm and nostalgic expression, "The child looks more and more like him as he grows up. Sometimes I feel like he's watching over us from all sides..."
Old Master Bian: "…………"
Just then, Xu Lanyi helped Old Master Xu into the room.
A calm and elegant interest shone in her eyes. From afar, she could already see Old Master Bian's unpleasant expression, which meant he must already know about Bian Xun's illegitimate daughter. Just one more step; once everyone knew, her mistake wouldn't seem so abrupt.
Ning Ye was picked up by a private car and taken to the Bian family home to attend the old man's birthday banquet. With such treatment, she must have thought she had been accepted. However, her expectations would be dashed, as the old man would definitely be fixated on that child now.
As soon as Xu Lanyi entered, she exclaimed in perfect timing, "Ning Ye, why didn't you bring your child—"
"Enough!" Old Master Bian suddenly shouted, "This matter must not be mentioned again."
There are no dead people, no orphans, no ghosts still around.
This is so unlucky!
Xu Lanyi's face stiffened slightly. She had to make sure everyone witnessed it today. "But that child—"
"What child?" Old Master Bian stood up, leaning on his cane, feeling a chill run down his spine. "Old Xu, it's time to start the banquet."
Xu Lanyi was still unwilling to give up, "But she clearly..."
"Child?" Ning Ye stood up with a smile, then suddenly said, "Gu Zixun often says that you are his mother."
Xu Lanyi's expression suddenly changed. Her reaction was so obvious that even the two elders, Bian and Xu, noticed something was wrong.
Let the female lead deal with this mess herself.
After all, who can verify what a child says?
Is it wrong for him to say you're his mother?
"Gu Zixun? Who is that?"
Xu Lanyi's goal for the evening was shattered, so she quickly stepped forward to help the two elders up, smiling to cover it up.
Ning Ye put her hands behind her back, checked the time, and realized that going back now would be just in time to pick up her child.
"In short, Bian Xun and I have nothing to do with each other anymore," she gently told everyone.
"I hope we won't have to see each other again."
As she turned around, those cool, dark eyes stopped right behind her.
I heard these words of severing ties clearly.
Bian Xun looked at her coldly and mockingly, then chuckled after a long while.
…
After the birthday banquet, Ning Ye's life indeed briefly returned to normal.
Both old men were shrewd; they couldn't possibly ignore Xu Lanyi's reaction, which was exactly what the female lead was worried about.
As for her, no matter how the Bian family investigated behind her back, she and Bian Xun had indeed broken off their relationship six years ago.
They had no contact in the past six years, never even stayed in the same city, and there was no record of them meeting, booking rooms, or having any extramarital affairs.
Ning Ye continued to pick up and drop off Ning Zhitao, shuttling between home, kindergarten, company, and extracurricular classes every day.
With the conference preparations approaching, the team leader, who values her highly, has assigned her a lot of work. The kindergarten's activities are also becoming increasingly diverse, often requiring parental cooperation. Ning Ye sometimes finds herself unable to free up her time and can only work overtime after the children have gone to sleep at night.
Ning Zhitao is already a very easy child to take care of, but Ning Ye, who is raising her alone, still experiences the pressure of being a single mother.
Even so, Ning Ye still chose this kind of free and tiring work rather than being swept along by the plot.
As for finding the edge.
From that day on, he started to have a deadpan expression.
But his usual demanding expression had a similar effect, so Ning Ye was used to it.
Recently, Ning Zhitao's interest in drawing has exploded, and she has started taking drawing classes seven days a week.
She kept it a secret from Ning Ye, but it seemed like she had some big project to complete.
Therefore, the elderly mother can only work overtime five days a week.
Working overtime so much has made some colleagues resentful.
After 5:30, Ning Ye sat down at her computer and continued working, showing no sign of moving. Whispers began to circulate around her.
"For the sake of fourth-quarter performance? There's no need to go to such lengths."
"Working overtime every day, who am I doing this for?"
After the previous incidents, some cliques within the department were starting to dislike Ning Ye. First, she managed to secure a large order in front of Boss Bian, and then she cleverly tricked Boss Bian into chasing after her to settle the bill during team building.
Yan Li saw Ning Ye several times and always felt that Ning Ye's unassuming and secretive temperament was particularly irritating.
"Maybe he heard that Boss Bian has been working overtime every day lately, and he wants to show off again," Yan Li said.
We're all working people, we all know each other.
Even though you're not on the same floor as the boss, if you can squeeze into the same elevator as him when he leaves work, you can become more familiar with him and eventually create the image of someone who works overtime every day and is dedicated to their job.
Yan Li got some water and deliberately passed by Ning Ye's workstation, saying sarcastically, "You've worked so hard, but I haven't seen President Bian promote you to the CEO's office."
Before Ning Ye could speak, Sister Zhou quietly looked up.
Girl, if you knew what her relationship with Boss Bian was like, you'd probably be slapping yourself right now.
With Zhou Jie's ability to gossip, she would usually eat her fill of everything from major social news to minor historical gossip. After that day at the hospital in the suburbs of Beijing, she suddenly realized the only thing Ning Ye and President Bian had in common—their alma mater.
They are all from Peking University.
Jiang Xinghe was able to think of this because they were alumni and he had a vague impression of it.
Zhou Jie, relying on her exceptional intuition, thoroughly searched the campus network of Jinghua University—she felt that with the appearances of these two, it was impossible for them to have no influence on campus. Sure enough, she found the key information.
At that moment, Sister Zhou looked at the profile of the girl sitting in front of the computer, diligently writing materials. From her full forehead to the bridge of her nose and the cupid's bow, the beautiful, delicate lines grew more and more captivating with each glance. Her fair skin and clean features possessed a hazy, simple beauty. Sister Zhou could easily imagine this face in her student days—
My first love, that was my first love!!!
The unassuming beauty sitting next to her is the top boss's first love!
Good heavens, Sister Zhou will never dare to introduce Ning Ye to anyone again.
After much sarcasm and banter, Yan Li and the others ended up working overtime themselves. To put it bluntly, everyone wants a performance rating of B or higher by the end of the year, since year-end bonuses will be distributed the following year, and with only so many colleagues, everyone is in competition.
Ning Ye focused on her work and quickly submitted another document, then gently stretched her sore neck and shoulders.
She didn't care what others were doing or thinking.
She was like this when she was in school. When she first entered school, everyone was dazzled by the activities of the student council and clubs, but she knew that she had to get a scholarship, so she never joined the student council and only participated in clubs related to academic credits.
As graduation approached, all her classmates were wavering between pursuing further education, taking the postgraduate entrance exam, taking the civil service exam, or finding a job. But she knew she had to start working and earning money as soon as possible, so she didn't waste a single second and focused all her energy on applying for jobs.
Now, she knows that what she needs to do is take good care of herself and her child, so as to avoid becoming a cannon fodder in the plot.
Ning Ye checked the time and prepared to pick up Tao Tao and take her to her extracurricular class.
As soon as she moved, Yan Li and the others followed suit.
It turned out that Ning Ye hadn't taken her bag, so many of her colleagues went back to their seats.
A slight commotion suddenly came from the department elevator. Yan Li turned her head and her eyes lit up. "President Bian?"
Thankfully, they were all working overtime today!
Bian Xun was followed by his assistant, and the department head respectfully led him toward the conference hall.
The man had a slender and lean build, and his lead-gray suit made him appear aloof and cold, perfectly concealing an air of asceticism.
He passed by the work area, and Ning Ye happened to be standing there.
Bian Xun's gaze swept over her, icy cold, without pausing for a moment.
Complete strangers.
Yan Li saw this and was immediately pleased. After Bian Xun and the others entered the conference room, she chuckled softly from her workstation.
"I thought she and President Bian were quite close."
"In the end, I'm just an ordinary, nameless office worker."
Ning Ye turned around and went to pick up their child.
Looking at Ning Ye's indifferent back, Sister Zhou touched her chin and glanced back at the direction the president had left.
Tsk tsk, you didn't look like this at the hospital that day.
Besides.
What kind of meeting is this that requires a special trip down to their department?
…
Bian Xun's indifferent gaze swept across the glass of the conference hall, and he saw Ning Ye's figure disappear into the elevator.
...Quite assertive.
I haven't used his card recently.
You spend all your time on that kid and don't even glance at him, right?
Her parents' whereabouts are very difficult to trace; records from five years ago have still not been found.
What is the relationship between that child and the other child?
Why did you have to exhaust her like this?
When Ning Ye returned after dropping off her child, she leaned against the elevator, slightly tired. When she arrived at her department, almost everyone was still there, with about 70% of them sitting at their workstations typing on their computers.
She glanced at the still-lit conference room and understood.
When capitalists arrive, cattle and horses automatically go into their pens; everyone is treated the same.
She had originally planned to take a short nap while it was less crowded after get off work.
I haven't been getting enough sleep lately, and sometimes at night I have to deal with my child's high energy levels by watching cartoons with her and helping her learn English.
But since most people were already there, Ning Ye went to buy two coffees and shared one with Sister Zhou. Sister Zhou had also just ordered milk tea, and shared that with Ning Ye as well.
Two cups of coffee and tea were a double boost to keep her alert. While handling the department's meeting work, Ning Ye suddenly felt her head getting heavier.
At first, she thought she was seeing things, but then the back of her head suddenly slumped uncontrollably backward, and she began to feel dizzy and her heart was pounding.
Ning Ye's vision blurred. She took a closer look at the milk tea and suddenly remembered that it was a famous brand known for its high levels of tea polyphenols and caffeine.
Could it be caffeine poisoning...?
Ning Ye's last thought was that she still had to pick up Tao Tao, and then with a thud, she fainted and collapsed onto the table.
Sister Zhou was startled and turned her head sharply, yelling, "Baby, are you alright?!"
Hearing the noise, Jiang Xinghe quickly got up and ran to Ning Ye's workstation. "Did you overdose on caffeine?"
He quickly gestured to Sister Zhou, "Let's go to the hospital."
"Okay, okay, it's all over," Sister Zhou was so worried that the milk tea she gave the person might have caused problems. In her excitement, she immediately dialed 119. "The ambulance should be here soon."
Other colleagues stood around, some worried, others doubtful.
"No way, working overtime until you faint? How hard are you working?"
"I haven't heard of any underlying medical conditions, and her complexion looks normal. Is she asleep?"
"To leave a good impression of diligence, you don't have to go to this extent."
Yan Li glanced at the conference room and pursed her lips. "She doesn't get dizzy in the morning or at night, and she doesn't get dizzy when she's working overtime on other days, so why does she get dizzy as soon as President Bian arrives?"
Her words made the others around her feel a little uneasy.
It's not that they're inhumane, it's just that this was a very coincidental thing.
Besides, fainting is an easy thing to fake. After all, if someone is truly in mortal danger, they can't fake turning purple, foaming at the mouth, or convulsing; they wouldn't faint as calmly as Ning Ye.
Jiang Xing frowned, his usually gentle and handsome face showing signs of apprehension. "If you're envious, you can give it a try."
Yan Li curled her lip. It seems that flirting with just one of Bian Zong wasn't enough, and Ning Ye had also been making moves on other eligible male colleagues.
Inside the conference hall.
Bian Xun frowned and looked up, "What's going on outside?"
A team leader stood up and opened the blinds. "Manager Bian, it seems one of our team members has fainted. I'll go check on him."
Assistant Zhang stepped forward quickly, observed the situation, and then turned back to tell the boss.
"Mr. Bian, it's Miss Ning."
outside.
Jiang Xing and Sister Zhou had already helped the person up. "The ambulance is downstairs."
Yan Li stepped aside, smiling, "Yes, yes, take a good look and get a thorough check-up. If there's a real problem, the company will treat it as a work injury."
"But the ambulance will probably have to be paid for out of pocket, haha."
Before he could finish speaking, the meeting room door slammed open.
The man in the suit strode forward, his cold gaze sweeping over Yan Li, his aura pressing down.
Who told you that?
Yan Li was taken aback and stammered, "Mr. Bian."
Bian Xun glanced down at Ning Ye's desk and saw the two cups of coffee and tea, and he understood what was going on.
Sister Zhou quickly explained, "President Bian, we'll take Xiao Ning there right away—"
However, after a gasp, Bian Xun hooked his arm and picked up the unconscious Ning Ye in his arms.
"If you experience health problems during work hours, the company will take care of it."
Sister Zhou: "But the ambulance is already—"
Bian Xun: "I'll pay."
Yan Li and the others' expressions immediately became quite interesting.
Sister Zhou: "!"
At this moment, her heart was screaming.
First love! This is first love! I can't let go!
After saying that, the president coldly hugged the person, turned around, and strode out.
I don't mean anything by it. An ambulance costs ten yuan per kilometer. It's 15 kilometers from here to the city center hospital.
He didn't want to bear the consequences of 1.5 million.
He didn't want to entrust her sick condition to anyone.
In the ambulance, paramedics performed a cardiac monitoring on Ning Ye, confirming that she had indeed overdosed on caffeine. After blood tests at the hospital, the severity wasn't considered serious; adequate vitamin and electrolyte supplementation would allow her to recover.
A lot of trouble.
Bian Xun sat by the hospital bed, coldly crossing his arms, looking down at Ning Ye who had closed her eyes.
Her lips were a little pale, she seemed to have slept poorly, her eye sockets were a bit deep, and her porcelain-white skin lacked color, making her look more delicate and fragile.
He was hospitalized twice in just a few weeks.
And yet, we still want to sever ties with him.
Why does she have to make herself so tired?
Bian Xun sneered, looked down, and saw that her phone was ringing.
And who is it that cares about her so much?
Bian Xun answered the call expressionlessly, his expression already cold and distant.
"Hello? Grape's mom, why haven't you come to pick up Grape yet?!"
Bian Xun suddenly lost his expression.
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Author's Note: Ahhh, here it comes!
I'm late, there are 188 red envelopes in this chapter.
If I have time, I'll add an extra chapter at midnight; if not, I'll just post a longer chapter at this time tomorrow.
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