Chapter 21 I Am Your Father: A Complex Psychological Struggle (Three Chapters Combined)...
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So, now.
Can someone explain the situation to him?
The moment Bian Xun heard the phone call, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible force, stuck in the cracks of time, and all his memories began to erode.
The six years of separation, which should have been like fine sand, are now rolling around and flying everywhere, making it impossible for him to see clearly.
Instinctively, Bian Xun thought he had misheard.
He quickly came up with an explanation, such as the child's parents not being around and the child being fostered by Ning Ye, and the claim that the child was Ning Ye's child was made public for the convenience of taking care of the child... But no matter how he explained it, it was all very weak.
The more he tried to explain himself, the more his two incredibly similar faces overlapped.
And Ning Ye's recent actions, the sudden spending on children's products, and the time and effort she has devoted to that child.
"Hello, hello? Grape's mom?"
—Born to me.
If they are biological children, then everything makes the most reasonable explanation.
But who will tell him?
What about him?
Bian Xun's dark eyes were as cold as layers of cracked ice, and something collapsed along with them.
First, I eagerly sorted through my jumbled thoughts, trying to find a possibility.
Is it possible that he is the child's father?
During their sexual encounters six years ago, was there any instance where contraception was inadequate, resulting in a child being conceived?
Bian Xun closed his eyes and asked himself a clear-headed question.
You mean every Friday night, assuming you always choose the most expensive and highest quality condoms on the market, check for damage after each tear, check for slippage during use, and ensure there are no tears after use—assuming you follow the strict and meticulous procedures every time, without a single oversight—
You left behind a child, didn't you?
Bian Xun couldn't convince himself.
At that time, they were both students, unmarried, from complicated families, without the protection of a legal contract, and she was three years younger than him.
He couldn't possibly allow her to get pregnant with his child.
Moreover, no matter how he tried to connect this child with himself, a perpetually cold and rational voice kept telling his brain what to do.
Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance that it's his own child from six years ago, that child should be at least five years old now. He couldn't possibly be in kindergarten; he should be old enough to be in elementary school. He remembered the name tag of the teacher who led the group during Xia Lu's last kindergarten visit—middle class, which meant around four years old.
They must have had sexual intercourse at least five years ago.
Did they sleep together?
The answer is no.
Don't you know whether you've slept with her or not?
Therefore, this is not his child.
Bian Xun's fingers tightened around his phone, his dark eyes sweeping coldly over Ning Ye lying on the bed, as if demanding an answer.
We broke up six years ago.
Why is her child already four years old?
Bian Xun's fingertips were icy cold as he gripped his phone. The person on the other end, thinking there was no signal, called out "hello" several more times.
In just a few seconds, Bian Xun's mental world had experienced a nuclear explosion.
He spoke in a cold, low voice amidst extreme emotional turmoil.
"I'll go pick it up."
Upon hearing this, the teacher on the other end exclaimed in surprise, "Why is it a strange man?" Thinking she had dialed the wrong number, she hung up and planned to call again.
Just then, Ning Ye, who was lying in the hospital bed, suddenly woke up.
It wasn't too serious after all. The electrolyte water and vitamins she received worked, and the excess caffeine was metabolized and broken down, so she recovered from her dizziness.
She opened her bewildered almond-shaped eyes, reflecting the fluorescent light of the hospital ward, and took two seconds to realize where she was.
Subconsciously, she felt there was something she hadn't done, and her sense of responsibility prevented her from completely losing consciousness.
Then I remembered—she still had to pick up the children.
The palpitations from caffeine poisoning made her feel dizzy and lightheaded, but thankfully she had recovered quite a bit. Ning Ye sat up and was about to get out of bed when her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly.
Ning Ye then noticed someone guarding her bedside. Turning around, she saw a pair of eyes, cold as if they had returned from the underworld, silently watching her.
She paused for a moment, then realized what was going on. "Mr. Bian, did you bring me here? Thank you for your help."
Ning Ye remembered that she had fainted in the office, and Bian Xun was in a meeting next to her. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She should have just taken a nap at her desk instead of fainting and being sent to the hospital.
The man's gaze was like a turbulent dark sea.
“…No trouble at all.” Bian Xun said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.
Ning Ye rubbed her forehead; the combination of coffee and tea was too potent. She would never dare to drink like that again. She shook the stray hairs from her forehead and looked down at the time on her phone. Ning Zhitao had already finished class a little while ago.
She quickly gathered her belongings and prepared to leave the hospital. "I'm fine now, thank you."
"Are you really alright?" Bian Xun still held her hand tightly, his gaze fixed on her face. "Why were you in such a hurry?"
Ning Ye thought to herself, "Yes, I'm in a hurry to pick up our child."
She nodded, tucked her phone and belongings into her pocket, and hurriedly left.
The hospital was still a bit far away, so Ning Ye hailed a taxi as she walked out, and sent a message to Little Crayon's teacher, saying that she would probably arrive in about twenty minutes.
Fortunately, the evening rush hour had just passed, and the roads weren't too congested. Ning Ye hurriedly arrived at the building where her extracurricular class was located, got out of the car, and saw a Maybach slowly pulling up to the side of the road not far behind her.
Ning Ye picked up Ning Zhitao and took the child's hand apologetically, saying to Teacher Zhao, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhao, I had something to do and I'm late today."
"It's alright, it's alright. I was just wondering if I should let Tao Tao have one more class." Teacher Zhao smiled and squatted down to say goodbye to Ning Zhi Tao.
Ning Zhitao gave Teacher Zhao a soft hug.
She's so adorable! This four-year-old girl is exquisitely beautiful, looks like a celebrity baby, and is also incredibly smart and well-behaved.
Teacher Zhao thinks that if this child were posted online, he would definitely be the kind of kid who gets a whole sack of comments.
"Let's complete the secret mission together in the next class!" Teacher Zhao shook her head, charmed by the cuteness.
"Mmm!" Ning Zhitao nodded happily, her cheeks puffed out. "Bye-bye, Teacher Zhao~"
Ning Ye didn't know what the secret mission was, but the child had been particularly focused on drawing lately, which made her start to daydream. Could he really become Picasso in the future?
It seems I need to buy more art supplies. What if my child is better at oil painting than crayons? Ning Ye pondered this as she led her daughter away.
After the mother and daughter left, Teacher Zhao realized that she seemed to have forgotten to say something.
—Oh right, the man who answered the phone just now, was it Tao Tao's dad? Doesn't seem like it.
Maybe she's Tao Tao's mom's colleague? She has a rather pleasant voice.
In the distance, the man stood on the overpass outside the building. Despite the late autumn weather, he was only wearing a thin black coat. His figure was cold and stern, and his jaw was taut as he watched the two people, one big and one small, walk towards Xia Lu Community.
The little girl clung affectionately to Ning Ye's arm, skipping and hopping around, chattering away about everything that had happened to her that day. Watching her, one could almost feel a sense of happiness.
Bian Xun got into his car and slowly followed a short distance behind them, still clinging to a sliver of hope.
Ning Ye doesn't look like she's ever given birth.
Before she was fully under his command, he couldn't completely monitor her life. But he hadn't stopped inquiring about her life over the years, although he only maintained a frequency that didn't exceed the limits of his dignity—about once a quarter, four times a year—but he still had some understanding of her situation.
When did she give birth?
With whom did you have the child?
How could he be completely oblivious when the child is so old?
With his hands on the steering wheel, Bian Xun's Maybach moved slowly along the road like a contemplative tortoise.
The search for Ning Ye's parents is still ongoing. Is it possible that Ning Ye just happened to meet a child who looked very much like herself when she was a child, adopted her, and became her mother?
This explanation also seems quite reasonable.
Instinctively, Bian Xun rejected the existence of any other man in his mind. It was as if he had erected a high wall around his brain to create a safe boundary; if he crossed that boundary, he didn't know if he would go insane.
Therefore, it is possible that the child is adopted.
The Maybach, moving at a snail's pace, escorted the mother and daughter into the residential area from a distance. As it looked for a parking spot on the side of the road, it expertly swiped a hundred-yuan note for an old friend, and then looked up again.
Suddenly, he saw the little girl waving her arms and talking, her Little Genius smartwatch on her wrist very eye-catching, and he remembered something.
Since the items Ning Ye bought appeared randomly in his possession, theoretically, the two watches should be the same piece.
Bian Xun immediately made a phone call, "Get that watch out of the research institute."
Assistant Zhang: "Yes, Mr. Bian."
The mysterious credit card user from before had already been found and secretly dealt with by Boss Bian. Even his trusted assistants didn't know how Boss Bian handled it. Could there be a new development now?
...
Bian Xun tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips and pinched the bridge of his nose while waiting for the samples.
He then remembered the Little Genius phone app that flashed briefly on his phone screen when he answered her call. It was the app he'd used to search the entire company for the mystery shopper who placed the order, screening all married employees with children.
They just let her slip by.
Bian Xun opened his dim eyes, absurd.
This still feels incredibly absurd.
The Little Genius phone watch, which had been taken to explore cutting-edge technology, quickly returned to the president's hands.
In the president's office of Wujiang Group, the man held a slightly childish little genius watch in his slender, well-defined fingers. After a moment of deep thought, he peeled off the protective film on the dial and turned it on.
Theoretically speaking, if this is what they are using, then they should also have synchronous data transmission here.
After the watch is turned on, the operation interface is very simple and there is no futuristic technology involved. It seems that the technology department has been wasting time and resources over the past month.
The phone watch's desktop background is now set to a tiled grape pattern, which is not the initial setting, indicating that it is indeed synchronized.
He paused slightly at the tip of his finger.
The young, high-ranking CEO stared coldly at the Little Genius Watch.
He couldn't quite articulate what answer he was looking for here.
But he eventually opened his contacts, which contained a very simple list of contacts.
Mom, Daughter, Daughter's Mom, Dad (number unknown).
Bian Xun closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened the details of "Mom", he was not surprised to see Ning Ye's familiar phone number.
He opened their conversation.
They're all voice messages; just click on any one.
"Mommy~"
The child's sweet, childlike voice boomed like thunder through the CEO's cold, minimalist office, as if a piece of strawberry and grape soft cake had been thrown into this place of power and money made of steel and hardened glass.
Bian Xun immediately turned off the phone.
The watch was tossed aside.
His face was grim, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He couldn't accept that Ning Ye had suddenly become a mother, since in his mind they were still dating.
After a long while, Bian Xun picked up the Little Genius phone again, turned it on, and listened to the voice messages with a blank expression.
"Mom, have you eaten? I had fish, chicken, vegetables, and strawberry yogurt for lunch."
"Mom, my tooth is a little hard, it hurts."
"Teacher Yuzu said you should go see a dentist. When are you coming?"
"Mom, I'm done with get out of class!"
"Gu Zixun said his father is a big boss, is my father one too?"
"Dad said I had to eat that dish, so I ate it, Mom."
Bian Xun's expression slowly and completely disappeared.
What dish? He didn't know.
Anyway, he never said that.
Bian Xun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were already some bloodshot veins in his dark eyes.
A problem he had been pushing to the back of his mind was now barging in.
Who is the child's father?
Who the hell is that?
After breaking up with him, who did she fall for?
The man's sharp jawline tightened, his forehead throbbed, and he almost mobilized all his self-control to refrain from using all his resources to find and kill the man in his rage.
Under pressure, he forced himself to calm down and began to think intensely.
He hasn't gotten a single word of it all these years, and this person is able to remain completely invisible, so he must have considerable power to accomplish all of this.
Bian Xun closed his eyes.
His face turned ashen for a moment.
When Assistant Zhang knocked and entered, he was quite surprised. He had never seen such a vulnerable expression on the face of the usually high-spirited and powerful CEO Bian.
The news had only just spread, how did President Bian already know about it so quickly?
Assistant Zhang strode over and whispered, "President Bian, the company has lost tens of millions, but there is still hope for a turnaround."
Bian Xun remained expressionless; he had become numb to the bills by now.
It's only a few tens of millions; it's not like he hasn't spent it before.
Bian Xun pinched the bridge of her nose. "What did she buy this time?"
Assistant Zhang was taken aback. Who was she? He was shocked. Would President Bian really spend tens of millions of dollars on people so casually? This didn't seem to fit the behavior of a successful capitalist.
Assistant Zhang: "Xinyang Group hired someone to attack our latest technology model, but the technology department has intercepted it, and the losses are still under control."
The president suddenly opened his dark eyes.
The CEO abruptly stood up and said calmly, "I'm going to kill him."
Assistant Zhang: "???" It was as if he suddenly saw billowing black energy, a huge resentment.
Bian Xun walked out of the office with a blank expression.
He didn't want to experience that vague feeling of wanting to mess with someone but not knowing exactly who.
In short, if he's having a hard time, no one else can either.
He randomly killed a competitor to vent his anger.
Then find the truly damned person.
Bian Xun coldly stared at the "Dad" whose number was not filled in on the Little Genius phone watch.
I was so angry that I didn't react in time.
Where are they now?
Wasn't it driven out of her life?
…
Meanwhile, Ning Ye was unaware that someone had already begun searching for enemies in the void.
Fighting against the air.
When she came to the company again, she always felt that everyone was looking at her strangely.
Some were filled with a strange sense of apprehension and awe, some with a hidden hostility and a hint of jealousy, and others, like Sister Zhou next to her—
His eyes were filled with starlight, and his upper and lower eyelids seemed to be covered with exaggeratedly fluttering eyelashes, frantically throwing her flirty glances.
Eating melons invigorates the spirit, while munching on candy evokes tenderness and affection.
It was from Sister Zhou that Ning Ye learned that she had actually been carried out horizontally that day.
...You said he could do weightlifting in the future, and you actually did it, bro?
No wonder Yan Li rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky when she saw her earlier.
"Princess carry, oh my god." Sister Zhou's long-dormant girlish heart was completely rekindled—top-tier handsome men and beautiful women + her first love from her student days + the taboo of the boss and employees in the office now + a long-awaited reunion and reconciliation.
Sister Zhou weakly clutched her chest, "I can't go on."
Ning Ye was unaware that Sister Zhou had already discovered her relationship with Bian Xun through her exceptional professional skills. However, Sister Zhou was indeed a sensible person and did not reveal what had happened at the suburban hospital in Beijing. Ning Ye had no choice but to let her be.
There's definitely nothing romantic about her and Bian Xun.
The relationships are too complicated; if I had to put it into words, it would be a complete mess, a whole series of complicated events.
Jiang Xinghe had been quietly keeping track of Ning Ye's situation. After the Boss Tian took Ning Ye away that day, he helped her with the aftermath.
He wasn't really sure what Bian's attitude was. It certainly didn't seem like he didn't care about his ex-girlfriend. But his attitude of caring was extremely cold; he didn't seem happy, let alone gentle.
Ning Ye spent the entire morning handling the conference preparations. She was responsible for liaising with leaders and clients from various provincial branches, a crucial part of the event that couldn't be overlooked.
After finally finishing part of the work, Jiang Xing took a breather and brought Ning Ye a set of materials.
At that moment, none of her colleagues were around, so Jiang Xinghe asked her in a low voice.
"Have you heard that our hospital is going to Xia Lu Kindergarten to vaccinate the children the day after tomorrow?"
Ning Ye looked up from the pile of materials, blinked, and came back to her senses. "Oh right, I heard about it."
Most kindergartens partner with nearby community hospitals or children's hospitals for vaccinations, so Tao Tao's kindergarten is quite lucky to have a private one. I witnessed this firsthand when I took Tao Tao to the dentist; the nurses at the private children's hospital were incredibly gentle, almost like early childhood educators.
Getting injections is something that even an adult, let alone a child, is afraid of. The kindergarten was also worried that the children would panic, cry, and run around, and that the teachers alone couldn't control them, so they informed the parents in advance that parents could accompany their children when they got injections.
Ning Ye was thinking of taking some time off to accompany her child to get the injection before returning to work.
Jiang Xinghe nodded, noticing her fatigue, and said gently, "Tell Tao Tao in advance to line up with Dr. Zhou. She gives the lightest injections, so it's almost painless."
Ning Ye looked up gratefully, "Thank you, Xiao Jiang."
As Sister Zhou once said, you only realize how valuable it is to have connections at a children's hospital when you grow up. These connections don't necessarily involve consuming a lot of medical resources; even something as simple as helping her child experience less pain during an injection is invaluable to parents.
"I'll treat you to a meal next time." Ning Ye smiled sincerely, a shallow dimple flashing across her cheek.
"Okay." Jiang Xing smiled, his features handsome and refined.
Every year when the child goes to the hospital for injections, he tries to be there to help keep the child calm and composed.
Actually, Jiang Xinghe wanted to say that if there were any times when he couldn't get away, he could help.
But after much deliberation, he didn't say anything. After all, he wasn't his child's relative, and no mother would entrust her child to a stranger—Jiang Xinghe, who had been helping out at the hospital for many years, knew this very well.
When he was with Ning Ye, he found her to be a very resilient and hardworking girl. He always considered his boundaries and didn't dare to get too close when speaking to her.
The two spoke in hushed tones, as a dignified, low-slung figure drifted past.
His eyes swept over the entire department as if he were sweeping away dust, as if he hated everyone equally.
The CEO didn't let his gaze linger on anyone for too long, scanning each person for an average of 0.1 seconds before the oppressive atmosphere dissipated like a dark cloud.
Ning Ye: ?
What are you doing, arresting spies?
Why are you so suspicious?
...
The next second, several resumes were printed on the president's desk.
Bian Xun has already launched a swift and decisive counterattack against Xin Yang Group, and the news has spread like wildfire throughout the industry. It's said that President Wujiang has been in a terrible mood lately, and getting involved with him is like kicking a hornet's nest. Originally, Xin Yang was just envious and wanted to get some benefits out of him, but now he's about to be thoroughly thrashed.
horrible.
The terrifying man was looking down as he opened Ning Ye's resume.
A very impressive resume process.
He has an outstanding academic background, receives full scholarships every year, performs excellently at work, and had a considerable track record of achievements before transferring from the branch office.
As for personal hobbies, they are few and far between.
There is another line indicating that there are no plans to marry or have children at the moment.
Bian Xun smiled and asked, "Is it because you already have one?"
Little liar.
He opened another resume booklet without any expression.
Jiang Xinghe.
He also graduated from Jinghua University, one year ahead of Ning Ye and two years younger than him.
The president's eyes held a hint of sarcasm; he had never heard of this person when he was in school.
From the employer's perspective, his resume is indeed excellent.
The hobbies section does list that she likes small animals and children. Her family owns a children's hospital.
Bian Xun: Ha.
What's the use?
Bian Xun closed his resume with a sense of dejection.
...
He leaned back in the large leather chair, tilting his neck slightly upward.
He didn't confront Ning Ye about this for the time being, because when he was with her, he simply couldn't control the sharp and sarcastic tone that welled up from his chest.
The father of her child has not yet been found.
Actually, the Bian family had been searching for him since the birthday banquet that day, but they hadn't found him.
But the investigation clearly revealed that the child had no relation to Bian Xun.
It could never be his.
Grandpa Bian was finally relieved. He felt that Bian Xun and she would definitely not continue their relationship now. Otherwise, with his pride, would he still want to raise someone else's child?
"..."
Bian Xun stared at the distant horizon with an inscrutable expression, seemingly lost in thought.
Another message popped up on the phone watch.
It was sent to the child by Ning Ye, so Bian Xun opened her voice message.
A soft, sweet, and coquettish voice, like that of a little girl, entered my ears.
"Taotao, what kind of spoon did you say you wanted last time? I have it at the company supermarket."
Bian Xun lowered his head indifferently, and after a long while, he strode up again.
The supermarket is located on the basement floor of the group's premises; it's very large.
Bian Xun indifferently stepped through the doorway and walked straight to the tableware section. Sure enough, he saw a thin figure bending over and searching in front of the shelf.
"This? This isn't..."
Ning Ye bent down and rummaged through the spoons on the shelf. Ning Zhitao said that Zhang Sijie's father bought her a spoon with a small dog's head on it at the company, and Ning Ye came to look for it during her lunch break.
The thought that even an elite man like Assistant Zhang had to stand here choosing a spoon with a dog's head for his daughter made Ning Ye sigh.
Parents all over the world are indeed the same.
After searching for a long time, Ning Ye finally found the style they liked. Her lips curved slightly, and just as she was about to turn around, the spoon in her hand was snatched away.
Ning Ye was taken aback, and then stood by the shelf, looking at it for an unknown amount of time.
"You want to buy it too?" Ning Ye asked in confusion.
Bian Xun looked at her expressionlessly; his tone was completely different when he spoke to her.
Talking to a child is sweet and soft, like a piece of sugar melting at high temperature, clinging to his ear and burning his earlobe.
She never said anything like that when we were together.
Now, the tone is even more polite and distant.
"If you don't want it, I'll take it?" Ning Ye felt that Bian Zhao was acting strangely.
This time, it's not that anyone owes him money, but that the whole world owes him something.
Perhaps capitalists must have this ambition to destroy the world in order to truly become rich and powerful and reach the top of the global stage.
"?"
Bian Xun stared at her for a long time, but didn't return it to her. He turned around and went to pay the bill, saying, "I'm afraid you can't afford it."
The literal meaning.
Ning Ye: "?"
What illness has he had this time?
I helped take her to the hospital a few days ago, and today she's acting crazy again.
Thinking about it, Bian Xun is almost thirty, probably at that age.
Thinking about it this way, Ning Ye felt a little sad. No one can stay a teenager forever.
Bian Xun's expression was inscrutable as he personally bought a spoon for her child. Watching Ning Ye return to work with a suspicious look in her eyes, he slowly pieced together the information in his mind.
The father of her child seems to have disappeared from their lives.
Currently, the mother and daughter live alone in a two-bedroom apartment in the Xia Lu residential complex. Bian Xun has already had someone check, and it turns out that only the two of them were there when they viewed the apartment, and their daily life consists of just the two of them.
It is certain that they have broken up.
The child doesn't have a father now, otherwise Ning Ye wouldn't be so tired, raising the child alone.
Thinking of this, amidst the boundless anger, other emotions quietly rose up like smoke rising from water.
A feeling of unease.
Just like the aching discomfort I felt when I saw Ning Ye working part-time at another campus back then.
But Ning Ye seemed to adapt very well, and she didn't seem to have any negative energy.
Judging from the conversations with the child, she asks him every day what he ate and whether he is full.
At noon, he saw Ning Ye take a takeout box from the cafeteria, put two small cakes in the refrigerator in the break room, probably to give to the children.
But before she could take him, he rushed out of the company again in the afternoon, heading towards the kindergarten.
Bian looked at the Little Genius watch and found that her child hadn't brought the small ball that she needed for her physical education class. All the other children had one, but her child didn't.
For Bian Xun, this was not something worth doing personally.
He could spend money to buy all the balls in the school, or have someone else buy a ball and send it over.
Ning Ye had already left the company. She looked up at the distance and realized that taking a taxi would be a longer route. So she thought about scanning a shared bike, but then she remembered that the overpass in front of the company was blocking the way, and she would have to take another route to ride a bike.
With class about to start, Ning Ye parked the car and jogged home.
She wore a casual-looking suit to work, with light brown trousers and loafers that weren't suitable for running.
When she ran, the pretty bun that was originally tied low to her neck came loose and she looked a bit disheveled.
Looking down from above, her figure resembles a tiny ant, meandering through her life, as if she possesses the strength to carry far more than her own weight.
Many emotions surged through Bian Xun's mind.
After Ning Ye returned, he left the company and went to Xia Lu Kindergarten.
The arts and physical education classes are held on the playground, and you can see a group of children through the fence.
Parents were already craning their necks by the fence, presumably grandparents who didn't work, watching their children bounce the ball with happy expressions, and even taking out their phones to record videos.
Turning my head, I saw this well-dressed man standing by the playground, chatting happily: "You're here to see the kids too? Which little one is yours?"
Bian Xun: "."
While searching for something profound and unfathomable in the distance.
He couldn't answer, but suddenly a round head popped out from the amusement park ride not far from the railing.
Ning Zhitao, clutching the ball, slumped on the slide, her big eyes sparkling, and she immediately spotted the figure outside the railing.
She waved to her father from afar, then jumped down and began to show him her excellent ball-bouncing skills.
Bian Xun remained expressionless, but several elderly men and women nearby clapped encouragingly, "Wow, this little guy is amazing! Look at him!"
She then turned to Bian Xun with a broad smile, "Is this your daughter? She's so beautiful!"
Undeniably, Ning Ye's daughter is the cutest among all the children.
Her facial features are just like Mini Ningye's.
Bian Xun: "."
He didn't know how to reply, nor did he know where this inexplicable sense of superiority came from.
When he came to his senses, he found himself clapping along with the elderly folks for a while, completely bewildered.
Bian Xun: "..."
The arts and physical education class is over.
The CEO of a large corporation, who is extremely busy and whose every second counts in monetary terms, inexplicably spent an entire class period bouncing a ball.
Ning Zhitao was very happy. She waved to her father from afar and went back to the classroom hand in hand with Zhang Sijie.
Bian Xun turned and left, the hem of his coat fluttering in the autumn wind, his expression cold and lost in thought.
The fact that the child was so familiar with him every time meant that Ning Ye had mentioned him to the child on several occasions.
Since that's the case.
Since this position is vacant.
…
The next day, Bian Xun stared blankly at Xiaotiancai's contact list, making his final decision.
Ning Ye was quite surprised to hear about the arts and physical education class when she dropped her child off in the morning.
"Did your father really go?"
"Yes, yes! I showed him how to bounce a ball."
"But Gu Zixun was also taking pictures next to me, and I think his pictures aren't as good as mine."
Ning Ye pondered for a moment, unsure if this was another plot development.
The children will be lining up for their vaccinations tomorrow; hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen.
Ning Ye was extremely busy all day. The meeting was about to start, and all members of their department would be attending. It was also possible that General Manager Bian would be present, so they were making preparations for every little detail.
That evening, she was pulled into a meeting. This time, it wasn't that Ning Ye volunteered to work overtime, but that she was forced to stay.
She kept checking her watch, so she sent a message to Tao Tao on the Little Genius app, asking her to play with Teacher Youzi for a little while, and that she would come back as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, someone was calmly looking at the information about the little genius.
His well-defined fingers swiped across the small screen and tapped numbers.
Then, I filled in my phone number in the "Dad" section of my contacts.
Bian Xun looked up indifferently, drove, and headed towards Xia Lu Kindergarten.
It was during school dismissal time, and parents' cars were stuck in traffic on the road between the residential area and the kindergarten.
In the past, whenever I came to the entrance of the community, I never looked back at the kindergarten gate behind me.
This time, among all the cars, the streamlined Maybach stood out, attracting the attention of those around it.
The car stopped, and a long leg stepped out of the door. The man's deep and handsome face slowly appeared, exuding an air of nobility and extraordinary elegance. Standing at the entrance of the noisy and chaotic kindergarten, he stood out out of place.
Because the teacher announced that the vaccinations would be given tomorrow, many children were still crying and screaming in fear when they came out.
This was the scene he hated most, and Bian Xun frowned habitually.
But Bian Xun did not leave; he remained standing in the same spot, his fingertips gently tapping his wrist bones.
When Ning Zhitao followed Teacher Youzi out, she looked surprised and rubbed her eyes.
Huh?
She hadn't seen her father pick her up from school in a long time, and she was momentarily stunned.
Huh? It really is Dad?
Did Mom ask Dad to pick her up?
Before Ning Zhitao could figure out what was going on, Bian Xun had already spotted her and strode over.
His tall, slender figure stopped in front of the child, looking down at the little boy.
No one knows how much internal struggle the CEO went through in those short few dozen meters.
The consideration of being restless day and night.
Countless psychological struggles.
In the end, he made his decision.
Standing in front of Ning Ye's child.
Ning Zhitao tilted her round head back, her two little buns tied behind her head, and blinked her grape-like eyes twice.
Bian Xun didn't know how to bend down or squat down to talk to the child, and he had no experience in communicating with children. He could only look down at the child stiffly and speak.
"From now on, I am your father."
Ning Zhitao was stunned.
She looked confused, scratched her head with her chubby hands, but still obediently spoke up, calling out to him in a clear and crisp voice.
"dad!"
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Author's Note: A random interview with CEO Bian about his feelings upon being called "Dad" for the first time:
Grape: OvO?
(It's here! A really long chapter! I did my best, so I'll be giving away 50 red envelopes. I'll try to be earlier around this time tomorrow.)
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