Chapter 4 Who's the Milk King (Revised) - Black Card New and Old Users
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In the darkness of the night, the man's expression was aloof, exuding an air of nobility.
The funds transferred by Bian Ziwen were actually already within Bian Xun's control.
This mean and vicious man is the predator at the top of the food chain. He quietly watches him climb out of the grid, and then uses him as a starting point to tear open the entire spider web and pull out a long string of Bian family members.
This is excluding those who disagree with you.
But Bian Ziwen just couldn't accept the truth about the million-plus yuan he'd been owed that night. He desperately tried to explain, "I did embezzle company money, but that was company money. Who would be so foolish as to steal money from your personal account? Don't you want to live anymore?!"
Bian Xun's expression was indifferent.
Ning Ye's gaze, however, was unfocused, yet subtly conveyed a hint of respect.
Who dared to steal so much money from the border? They are truly a role model for us all.
Bian Ziwen shouted for a long time, but his expressionless face showed no emotion. After all, he was a junior leader who had been in the business for many years, and he suddenly realized what was going on.
"No, you're not even sure yourself, are you? You don't even know who stole your money, but you're going to pin it on me and drag me into it too, and then you'll be asking me how corrupt you are, aren't you? You've taken advantage of me and then robbed me of my money?"
Bian Xun's expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand. "Take him away."
Bian Ziwen's actions have constituted a violation of the law, and the rest will be handed over to the police for processing.
As he was being escorted away by several bodyguards, he tried to grab Ning Ye, who was passing by, pleading, "Hey, you, please speak up for me, please beg for my life! He's just taking revenge!"
The president's cold, dark eyes narrowed, forming a sharp, ruthless arc. The bodyguards immediately quickened their pace, carrying the person out like a coffin.
From beginning to end, Ning Ye had no idea what role she was playing here. Surely it wasn't someone who had punished Bian Ziwen in front of her after six years? That would be too absurd.
As Bian Xun was about to graduate, the two soon faced the dividing line between campus and society. While in school, their status as classmates could bridge most of the differences, but once they stepped out of the ivory tower and were exposed to the harsh sunlight of society, the difference between a girl from an ordinary family and a young master from a wealthy family became worlds apart.
Bian Ziwen was the first person from the Bian family to arrive. He drove a sports car and said that he was actually richer than Bian Xun now. The Bian family would arrange a marriage for Bian Xun with the Xu family, who were old friends. He suggested that Bian Xun have some fun with him and that he was willing to give her money.
Ning Ye immediately called the traffic police officer who issued the ticket, took a photo, and reported his illegal parking. The matter was resolved quickly. Therefore, she didn't tell Bian Xun about this trivial matter.
How can we even talk about retaliation?
It would be more accurate to say that she was being given a reply.
He called her over late at night and gave her a scathing rebuke, showing her the consequences of betraying him.
After dealing with Bian Ziwen, Bian Xun seemed oblivious to Ning Ye's presence. The man's eyes drooped casually at the corners, casting shadows from his eyelashes; from certain angles, this expression bore a striking resemblance to Ning Zhitao.
Ning Ye then followed Assistant Zhang through the review process, which mainly involved asking whether she had participated in any projects handled by Bian Ziwen within the company, and whether she had heard any related information within the department—a mere formality. After she finished, several other employees in Beijing were called back for interviews. Ning Ye, being the least relevant to this matter, quickly left the review office.
Assistant Zhang politely escorted her to the door. "Go straight down the corridor, turn left, and the elevator is there. Ms. Ning, thank you for your hard work so late."
"No, you're working harder."
The 30th floor, where the president was located, was entirely used for handling high-level affairs. Ning Ye walked halfway down the long corridor on the dark gray carpet and saw the president's private bathroom.
The understated, minimalist semi-invisible door frame blends seamlessly with the gray-blue marble wall, and Ning Ye stopped.
She came with a purpose. She had already done a paternity test on herself and her child, but not on Bian Xun's.
Although Ning Zhitao's description was very accurate, she still needed to collect samples from Bian Xun for testing to truly confirm that he was the child's father. This would make it more reasonable for her to use his money to raise the child. In case the matter of using his card came to light, she could also use the paternity test to prove it to him.
Of course, she didn't pocket the money for the appraisal; she paid for everything with Bianxun's card.
Normally, Ning Ye didn't have the authority to go up to Bian Xun's private floor. She looked around and saw that the whole floor was extremely quiet. The employees who came to participate in the review were all waiting with Assistant Zhang, while Bian Xun was in his office preparing to hold a meeting with the senior executives—no one was around, a good opportunity.
She quietly pushed open the bathroom door, and a cool sandalwood scent wafted out. The scent evoked vivid memories, and Ning Ye was instantly enveloped by the pervasive aroma. In a daze, she recalled the tight embrace from many years ago and the cool sandalwood scent from the collar of that person's shirt.
She quickly shook her head, slipped inside, and the door closed silently behind her.
The interior space is large, but the furnishings are simple, with only a long bluestone washbasin, a spotless wide mirror, and a clean glass shower room that shows no signs of use. The company's cleaning staff cleans the place regularly.
Given the extent of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he would likely only use this place within the company. And it's said that he often works late and showers and washes up here.
Ning Ye searched frantically, like a thief, and actually found a usable sample: a clean toothbrush. She wrapped it up and put it away. Just as she was about to get up, a voice flashed through her mind.
"That woman even took advantage of her position to steal samples, all to obtain his paternity test report and make more money..."
What is this? It sounds like a dialogue from a TV drama, although the purpose and nature are completely different, but it inexplicably matches what she is doing now?
Ning Ye waited a moment, but the sound didn't continue. The corridor outside was still quiet. Ning Ye shook her hair and stepped back to the door. Suddenly, something flashed in her peripheral vision.
Turning my head, I saw that a white paper drink cup had suddenly appeared next to the previously empty bluestone basin.
The logo on the cup looked familiar; wasn't this the same one she ordered from outside Xia Lu Community yesterday?
Ning Ye was certain that this thing was definitely not here just now.
It's like it suddenly appeared in a refresh.
In the past, Ning Ye would have been terrified and kept her distance. But now, having experienced something even more unbelievable—finding her future daughter on the street—she remained calm and slowly approached.
As she picked up the drink, her pupils contracted slightly. It was the hot milk she had bought for her child two days ago using Bian Xun's black card.
It's not just about the same brand and the same product; it's more like... the same cup?
The small sticks printed on the cup all indicate the exact same sugar level and temperature.
The address is the shop outside Xia Lu Community, and the finished product was made the day before yesterday afternoon, down to the second.
This is the cup of hot milk she bought with Bian Xun's black card.
"...?" What's going on today?
Ning Ye had a vague intuition that something was changing in her life.
But why didn't the milk tea she bought with her own Alipay appear, while the one Huabian bought with her own money appeared in his living area?
Could it be that the items bought with money from his card are randomly given to consumers? Lately, I've been buying mostly things for Ning Zhitao.
It's like being pushed along by a plotline and discovering you have a daughter.
Ning Ye was shocked. Although the situation was very surreal, her mind started racing as she immediately began to recall what else she had bought with his card.
Taxi fares shouldn't count, right? She bought a mileage ticket; you can't exactly refresh the main roads, can you?
Ning Ye's heart pounded, wondering if using the card to find the future would trigger other chain reactions. But she had a vague feeling that the two ends connected by the black card were not entirely unrelated.
But in any case, it's best to keep these changes and reactions from him. The previous example has just been handed over to the police.
He was very concerned about the safety of his property.
Ning Ye carefully put the sample away, picked up the cup of hot milk, and quickly retreated to the bathroom door. She quietly pushed the door open a crack and was about to slip out when the door was suddenly pressed shut.
"!"
The shirt cuffs were jet black and clean, and the pale wrist bones pressed against the door, pushing the door back in as well.
The door closed silently, sealing off the space. Ning Ye looked up and met a cold gaze.
Bian Xun leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and said, "Private land, you're going in here too?"
...
Oh no, what bad timing! Why did he have to take a shower at this time?
Ning Ye hadn't had time to destroy the evidence yet. After what had just happened, she felt a bit nervous and quickly hid the items in her sleeve. Her narrow cheeks tightened involuntarily, and her porcelain-white face showed a hint of seriousness.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bian, you've gone to the wrong place."
The aloofness in the form of address is not immediately apparent when others are present.
But when the space was empty except for the two of them facing each other, she called him that, her voice distant as the Jing and He rivers.
Those cold, dark eyes were like a black cloth soaked in water, gradually deepening, leaving only the mockery of six years ago.
Bian Xun did not respond to her address, but instead looked her up and down very closely.
The air was thick with the cool, almost ascetic scent of sandalwood, while her sweet, warm fragrance was so pronounced it was impossible to ignore, easily disrupting the rigid order. The scent was pervasive, even closer than their physical presence, involuntarily bringing to mind countless moments when they were intimately close.
Bian Xun's dark eyes were deep, but his voice was harsh: "What perfume do you wear? Does it have to be so sweet?"
Ning Ye snapped out of her daze and looked up, taking a moment to process what she had just seen.
What perfume? Was her ex-boyfriend someone she was worthy of wearing perfume with?
She quickly remembered that she had made children's milk for Tao Tao before putting her to sleep. The kitchen in the small rented room was cramped and narrow, so the sweet aroma of milk filled her body.
Ning Ye suddenly thought of a news story that seemed out of place: a girl always thought her boyfriend smelled wonderful, with a milky scent that she really liked. It wasn't until much later that she learned her boyfriend actually had a child and had to take care of the baby every day.
...That's a truly hellish joke.
The atmosphere was oppressive, as it should have been between the two of them, leaving only estrangement and awkwardness. Yet Ning Ye had just put their daughter to sleep before leaving, had used his personal credit card to pay for the taxi ride there, and would have to tell her daughter that her father was still alive when she got home… such a stark contrast.
Ning Ye couldn't help but seriously recall the things she had bought with her card. This time she had run into them, but what if Bian Xun saw them randomly next time?
Bian Xun looked at her coldly.
Her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly as she pondered, and her beautiful pupils did not fall upon him.
She was right in front of him, lost in thought about something else, and drifted off into a daze once more.
She didn't answer his question. But he remembered that when they were in school, she never wore perfume. The scent of laundry detergent emanating from her collar, softly wafting along her veins, was a sweet, almost suffocating fragrance.
"What are you holding in your hand?" A cold voice suddenly rang out.
Ning Ye was startled, and the sample she had wrapped in her sleeve almost fell out. Stealing a toothbrush from her ex-boyfriend's bathroom seemed far more perverted than the sudden appearance of hot milk. It was utterly inexplicable!
In a moment of quick thinking, Ning Ye suddenly pretended to hide the hot milk behind her back.
The man lowered his eyelashes and stretched out his arm. Ning Ye quickly hid the milk further behind her. In the struggle, the absolute difference in strength allowed him to easily control and grab the thing in her hand.
Ning Ye pulled back, and the lid of the hot milk cup swung open with a clatter, spilling hot milk all over Bian Xun.
This would be a devastating disaster for someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bian."
It also allowed him to experience being a stay-at-home dad.
Ning Ye carefully tucked the paper cup and put away the sample, not daring to look at his suddenly chilling gaze, and nimbly darted out the door.
If the things she bought with his card really did randomly appear anywhere around him, she really wanted to buy some snakes, insects, and rats tonight, to give him a tempting treat.
But the thought that he would also receive this item brought a mask of pain to Ning Ye's face.
Rushing home, Ning Ye couldn't recall what she had bought. She even thought she was being too frugal. Then she saw a small package lying at her doorstep. She squatted down, took out a knife, and opened it. Suddenly, she looked up and exclaimed, "!"
...
On the other side.
The Wujiang Group's nighttime lights are as bright as day.
The young leader not only called in employees to participate in the review, but more importantly, he convened a meeting that night with ten senior executives of the group to investigate the responsibility for Bian Ziwen's project and to deploy the next development strategy.
The man, aloof and dignified, sat alone at the head of the long table, his every move unfathomable. But for some reason, the CEO's aura seemed softer today…sweeter?
All the executives' eyes were on him. After tonight, no one dared to underestimate this newly appointed heir.
Bian Xun casually flipped through the document in front of him, letting the overhead camera magnify it and project it onto the screen behind him.
"The boundless future lies here."
Everyone looked up solemnly and stared intently.
—Don't Let Your Mindset Hinder Your Success (For Children Under 6)
Bian Xun: "?"
On the other side.
Ning Ye, who was quietly covering Ning Zhitao with a blanket, raised her head.
The early childhood thinking book she bought for her child for 5 yuan probably won't appear, right?
Don't let him get away with this.
A note from the author:
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President: I've lost all face.
(Oh no, I'm late! Time to draw a red envelope)
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