Chapter 45: Dad ran away with the baby; his identity was self-given (Double update combined...)
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Ning Ye was greatly shocked.
Today she wore a coat with a fur collar, the fluffy, soft light beige fur trimming her cheeks. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly open, and she froze in place like a small animal, stopping her movements and carefully observing her surroundings.
The man in front of her looks like he's proposing to her?
But then again, it doesn't seem so?
Ning Ye hesitated and looked around.
Who is the world's richest person?
Bian Xun, wearing shiny leather shoes, slowly walked towards the church entrance along the ancient stone brick floor.
His superior jawline was highlighted by the large diamond in the velvet box in his hand, creating a perfectly precise line of light and shadow.
Today, he wore a custom-made suit from a local century-old tailor shop. The tailored stitching perfectly accentuated his tall and slender figure. The top-quality alpaca wool fabric added a touch of softness to his usual austere style. The platinum cufflinks complemented his cool brow bone, and in just a few steps, he looked like he was walking a red carpet.
That century-old suit shop is said to have made bespoke suits for famous people all over the world, such as historically renowned heads of state, princes and nobles, and current members of the royal family.
This perfectly suits Bian Xun's current identity.
A rising star to become the world's richest person.
Yes, he has already paved the way for a path worth hundreds of billions.
The success of over 20 billion is just the beginning. Once this method is proven to be feasible, he can cash out indefinitely without breaking the law or being known by anyone. He will accumulate huge profits and become incredibly wealthy.
By taking advantage of the natural fluctuations in the stock market and endlessly buying at the bottom, he could quickly become the richest man in the world.
He can provide the best life for the people he cares about, without being constrained by family, status, or any external factors.
The little cherub in the church astronomical clock finished playing his music and slowly retreated back into the window with Cupid's arrow. Bian Xun finally stood calmly in front of Ning Ye.
His money is secure, but his character is uncertain.
Although his steps were steady, his gaze was intense as he looked down at her, his shoes fitting precisely on the center line of the stone bricks beneath his feet.
Will she agree?
This body language finally allowed Ning Ye to understand his meaning.
First, he was proposing to her.
Second, Bian Xun claimed to be the world's richest man.
Ning Ye was momentarily at a loss as to which idea was more insane.
I haven't figured out how to deal with this yet.
So the two of them just stood there, staring at each other for a few seconds.
Bian Xun's dark eyes clearly reflected her figure. Her sharp, cold eye shape was covered by individual eyelashes, and the light from her palm added a touch of tenderness.
Ning Ye's fingertips twitched, a sense of panic rising within her. She decided to first consider the second, more objective question about the richest man, and forced herself to calmly pull out her phone.
These days, she and Tao Tao have been keeping a close eye on the company's stock price.
Looking at it now, it has indeed rebounded today, and the market value that Wujiang Group lost has been reversed, and it may even continue to break through the upper limit.
Ning Ye breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up at Bian Xun again, her eyes filled with hesitation.
But the company's market value cannot be purely considered Bian Xun's personal wealth, so how did he become the world's richest man?
So, could it be...?
Suddenly poor and suddenly rich—has he gone mad?
The president may seem unfathomable, but in reality, he dares not make a move.
After delivering that resounding marriage proposal, his dark eyes remained fixed on her.
Ning Ye, mindful of the immense pressure he had endured throughout the week, did not express any doubt about being the "world's richest man."
So, that leaves the first question.
He proposed to her.
From the moment she realized her ex-boyfriend had rekindled their romance to the moment he pulled out a huge diamond, it all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
Ning Ye didn't even dare to look away from the pigeon egg in his hand.
Even a fleeting glance is enough to scorch your eyes with the fiery light of the hand-cut glass.
The natural diamond was so large it truly resembled some kind of egg; the light refracted from its countless facets was even more dazzling than the sun hanging over distant mountain peaks at dusk. Although its shape, size, and carat weight are unknown, it looked…
It's so bad that wearing it could cause tenosynovitis!
Ning Ye's eyes revealed a blank and desperate look.
For ordinary people like them, this diamond is almost insane.
She wanted to facepalm, but didn't dare move under the other person's intense gaze.
Meanwhile, the astronomical clock on the church was ticking slowly, gliding steadily toward the new year.
The search still felt long.
As I stepped along the cracks in the brickwork, my posture shifted slightly, and a slight itch rose in my throat.
The diamond has good clarity, but she doesn't like the design?
Fortunately, he can now solve any problem that money can solve.
So she—
Ning Ye felt the weight of his gaze, and her fingers, which were gripping the gift bag, curled slightly. She cleared her throat and finally looked up at him.
"Bian Xun, your ring is too extravagant."
The diameter of that diamond was as thick as her finger. Forget about whether it was practical or not, if she wore it out, people would probably think she was wearing a toy.
Ning Ye had never been married before and had no experience. She nervously pondered for a moment, thinking that such a big diamond ring must cost over a million.
The stock price has just recovered and you're already squandering it like this? Are you done with it?
Bian Xun glanced down at it.
18 carats, HW cushion-cut diamond, set in a white gold ring, rich and vibrant, 56 million.
It's presentable.
The president arrogantly raised his dark eyes once more.
Ning Ye sighed, explaining earnestly to him in her heart, "Although the bankruptcy crisis is temporarily over, your money didn't come from thin air. There are still all sorts of risks in life in the future, and we can't keep the child living in fear..."
The CEO's dark eyes remained unchanged as he confidently stated, "Money is not a problem."
To change the subject or talk about something else?
Does it mean "refusal"?
He didn't accept it.
Ning Ye choked up, "But your current financial situation..."
Bian Xun smiled arrogantly: "Invincible."
“.
Ning Ye quieted down, her lips pursing slightly.
Sure enough, her ex-boyfriend's humility, restraint, gentleness, and charity were all temporary.
Regardless of whether he is poor or rich, he will always be a good father.
But Bian Xun will not allow himself to be poor :)
Ning Ye looked up at the sky, the fur on her cheek brushing against her skin in the wind.
The thought of spending her future with this arrogant capitalist sent a chill down her spine as she picked out the gift for him. But as the church's round clock ticked away in Ning Ye's clear eyes, a sense of destiny, like a whirlwind, stirred within her.
She was lost in thought for a moment, then changed her posture again.
The itch in his throat intensified, extending to his heart and lungs; he knew it was a narrow and tight emotion.
He coughed politely to indicate that he needed to.
Ning Ye snapped out of her daze, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
The man before her carried an undeniable demand, yet his deep, dark eyes held a mixture of obsessive-compulsive stubbornness, a quiet anticipation of an answer, and a subtle tension and vulnerability.
Her heart softened a little, as the breeze blowing through the church gently caressed her.
This subtle, millimeter-detailed expression was precisely captured and carefully studied by Bian Xun.
Then, Bian Xun nodded, drawing his own conclusion—
Anyway, you didn't refuse.
Not refusing means agreeing.
Hesitation means you love him.
The president's expression was serious beneath his brow, but he managed to calm himself down.
Ning Ye blinked. Sure enough, unscrupulous merchants are just as shameless.
Thinking about how she had praised him too highly these past few days and how her opinion of him had changed, a wave of shame and annoyance washed over her porcelain-white face.
She's overthinking it!
Ning Ye turned and left, carrying a bunch of gift bags.
snort.
Behind him, the man followed closely, beginning to elaborate on his conclusions with a heated tone, speaking to himself.
"So, where do you keep the ring?"
Ning Ye tucked her shoulders and quickly sped up her race walk.
If millions of dollars are kept in her possession, ordinary people won't be able to sleep at night.
His figure hurried away.
The resistance was ultimately quite obvious.
Bian Xun's steps finally slowed down by two seconds. His gaze followed her quietly, and his dark eyes, illuminated by the cold light of the diamond, gained a sharp, sharded quality.
Suddenly, the furry figure turned around.
Her cheeks were still tense, and she didn't look at him with her almond-shaped eyes. She just reached out and stuffed something haphazardly into his palm, then continued to waddle away quickly.
The palm of my hand has a cool, porcelain-like texture.
Bian Xun paused for a moment before slowly lowering his eyes to look.
On his palm stood a white-bearded Santa Claus—wearing a Santa hat and pulling a stocking full of gifts from a large bag on his back. There are thousands upon thousands of handcrafted figurines here, each unique; you'd have to search many shops to find one in this exact pose.
He dressed exactly the same way he did that night while playing with the child.
This is her New Year's gift to him.
Bian Xun lowered his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and the corners of his lips began to lift up inch by inch with pixel-like detail.
My cold, hard heart felt as if it had been sprinkled with icing sugar, and a sweet taste began to spread. My slightly tense back slowly relaxed, and my nerve endings began to throb.
What do you mean, huh?
Instead of accepting the diamond ring, give him a gift.
What's the meaning.
The man stood tall and elegant, moved his slightly numb fingertips, and his thoughts took flight.
At the end of the year.
The world's richest man has made an important decision.
That is agreement.
This is love^^
…
Regardless of whether Ning Ye agreed or not, Bian Xun had already accepted her as his husband.
Its smoothness is no different from his self-proclaimed title of the world's richest man.
Although none of these have been realized yet.
But it's all just a matter of time :)
The fact that both wealth and love were going so smoothly left the CEO with a subtle, underlying unease.
However, this slight worry could not suppress the secret pleasure.
After the proposal, Ning Ye fled back to the hotel to find Tao Tao, while the CEO went to handle his work with a refreshed expression.
The ducks are the first to know when the river warms in spring, and the president's assistant is the first to know when he's secretly pleased.
Assistant Zhang has already made proper arrangements for the return flight tomorrow. The president has been away from Beijing for a week, and the company has a lot of work waiting for his approval, but he seems to be in an unusually good mood.
"Don't rush," the president glanced at his assistant, sat at the table with a reserved smile, and said, "You'll see your wife when you get back."
"??" Assistant Zhang didn't ask.
What else is "also"?
However, after this week, Assistant Zhang was truly impressed by his boss's ability to withstand pressure—how exactly did President Bian manage to be completely unconcerned about the company's evaporating market value and always maintain an air of superiority as the richest man?
Assistant Zhang can only conclude that this is a natural-born outstanding entrepreneur.
That day, the large-scale model's launch continued until late at night, with Wujiang's top management working overtime at the company, completely following Bian Xun's instructions. After finishing the online meeting, Bian Xun suddenly remembered something and casually opened his phone.
Of all the opponents involved in this campaign against Wujiang, the Xu and Gu families were purely seeking revenge, while only the Xinyang Group had a vested interest.
In a good mood, I'll make fun of the other person a little.
As a result, Wujiang Group's fourth-quarter financial report was accurately copied to Xinyang Group.
At this moment, Li Shunye was urging the R&D department to urgently study the large model for the launch of Wujiang.
Even at a glance, it's alarming. Those in the industry know that Wujiang's self-developed chips have reached this level? With this one asset alone, Bian Xun, that man, will never truly fall.
Looking at the financial report again, his dazzling market share since taking office in the first quarter indicates that his net worth will soar on the rich list next year.
What's most annoying is that Bian Xun inexplicably gives the impression that he's much more than that!
If it weren't for his cousin wanting to get revenge on Bian Xun, Li Shunye wouldn't have insisted on pouring oil along. Now that I think about it, Xu Lanyi might not actually hate him; rather, it seems like she wanted to prove herself.
But he spent a lot of money to dig out inside information from Bian Xun that his assets were under attack. He was thinking of striking him hard, but who knew?
Li Shunye was already in a bad mood when he picked up his phone and received an international text message.
He was writing a string of code.
It looks like something was sent from a base station abroad.
Li Shunye immediately had someone analyze the contents of the code, and the results came out quickly.
GSM hijacking.
SMS sniffing.
Lateral movement, data theft.
Li Shunye's pupils contracted sharply, and he stood up abruptly.
It's Bian Xun! He must have transferred the hacking techniques that stole his funds to him!
That hacker can even steal money from those who are trying to make money elsewhere, let alone his!
"Freeze!! Freeze all my bank cards, now!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the Xinyang Building.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the mainland.
Bian Xun put down his phone and tossed it aside.
Later, people in the industry said that after Wujiang's brand-new large model was launched, CEO Xin Yang was in a state of constant anxiety, and the company experienced several days of unexplained turmoil—a very unusual start to the year.
At this moment, Bian Xun simply curled his lips into a casual smile.
In a good mood, I glanced down at the digital watch on my wrist.
He was a few kilometers away from Ning Ye at the moment, and his balance was still decreasing every second.
But now, that number is so enormous that it cannot be shaken.
His balance must be expressed as a power of 10.
A string of numbers greater than 2e10, deducting tens of thousands of dollars, is like an ant trying to shake a tree.
It was just a minor scratch.
The future richest man closes his eyes and lets the radiance of wealth flow over his entire body.
…
After finishing his work, Bian Xun drove straight back.
He was no longer bothered by the deduction from his balance.
So at this moment, I just want to go back and see her and the child; I simply want to see them.
The CEO raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows and smiled.
I can't stand myself.
His car was navigating to the hotel when his pleasant mood came to an end with a phone call from the Bian family's old house.
Bian Xun smiled slightly and accepted the invitation calmly.
With the new year approaching, the Bian family has strict rules and begins preparing various activities from the very beginning of the year to welcome the Spring Festival.
The person on the other end of the phone wasn't Grandpa Bian, but Bian Ziwen's mother, who immediately started showering him with compliments as soon as the call connected.
"Bian Xun? It's your third aunt! The group's stock price rebounded today, congratulations! Oh dear, we weren't worried at all this week, we all knew you could turn things around!"
Bian Xun chuckled expressionlessly. There had probably been a commotion at the old house for a week, with plans to redistribute the shares.
The Bian family was insatiable with his money.
Those who come to us for help are naturally suppressed.
Bian Xun leaned back, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll be the world's richest man in the future."
Of course he had to do it, otherwise he would be breaking his vow as a husband.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed taken aback by his audacity, almost burping, and mumbled, "Huh? Huh?"
Ziwen's cryptic voice came through the phone, "I told you he has connections!! He has lucrative connections! But he wouldn't tell us—"
This feeling of not being able to earn money has driven Bian Ziwen to the point of developing depression.
Could you share some with him? Why can't you share some of the money you've earned?
After having his fun, he didn't care about anyone else's life or death and simply hung up.
--"etc."
Grandpa Bian's voice then rang out, very close by, so he must have been listening for a while.
Having weathered many storms, Old Master Bian naturally didn't believe that Bian Xunzhen had any channel with a ten-thousand-fold interest rate as Ziwen had mentioned.
Otherwise, based on his understanding of Bian Xun, he would be more than just the world's richest man.
He has to make himself the richest man in the universe!
Grandpa Bian can ignore everything else, but he absolutely must get his great-granddaughter back before the Spring Festival!
He had naturally witnessed the recent turmoil and resurgence of Wujiang. Bian Xun had proven that he indeed did not need to form marriage alliances with other powerful families to consolidate his power.
So Grandpa Bian reluctantly agreed, and said authoritatively on the phone, "Now that you have a child, find a time for you and Ning Ye to settle things."
After all, if he continues to look for someone else, he'll be a divorced man with a child.
If he gets married sooner, he can become a legitimate great-grandfather; otherwise, he'll just be watching the kids from the kindergarten fence.
Grandpa Bian believed he had already made the biggest concession possible.
Bian Xun chuckled and said leisurely, "That's not something I can decide."
Grandpa Bian's heart clenched again, and he asked incredulously, trembling, "They've chased her all the way abroad, and they still haven't caught up with her??"
Bian Xun herself has already identified as her husband.
He may feel good about it, but he has no obligation to make others feel good as well.
He expressed his deep longing and unrequited love, saying, "I will always wait for her."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a barrage of angry shouts, things being thrown, and orders being given, before Bian Xun calmly hung up.
Grandpa Bian ranted on for a long time, demanding that he marry her as soon as possible, before realizing the call had been disconnected.
Unworthy descendants! Unworthy descendants!
He rolled his eyes and, supporting himself on the butler, asked, "Did you manage to get tickets for Tao Tao's kindergarten performance...?"
Only his great-granddaughter can cure him now.
The butler reassured him, "We're trying."
Who told you to offend that child so badly? Now the whole family hates you. Are you satisfied now?
On the other side of the Bian family's old house.
The commotion on the old man's side also reached Bian Yang and Le Shiqing.
When Bian Yang heard about his brother's exploits, he laughed with admiration. Only his brother could make his grandfather so angry, yet there was nothing he could do about it.
Le Shiqing had a very bad week.
Who would have thought Xu Lanyi could make a comeback?!
Despite the controversy surrounding the police car incident, the prestigious Best Actress award at the international film festival undeniably fell into her lap. Does the world revolve around Xu Lanyi?
Bian Yang didn't understand the entertainment industry, so Le Shiqing could only complain to her agent and assistant.
"Why is she so lucky? Now she's gained a huge following of career-driven fans. Everyone has already exposed her having a child out of wedlock. I wonder who the big shot behind her is."
"Whose child is she anyway?"
Her agent and assistant, a big shot in the industry, smiled helplessly after hearing her complaints, "How would we know?"
Le Shiqing was annoyed, and at that moment she envied Ning Ye.
If she had a baby like Tao Tao, she would definitely have no more worries after just one look!
…
Little Ning Zhitao knows nothing about the adult world.
All she knew was that tomorrow was January 1st, and they would be going home tomorrow! She had been away from kindergarten for a week, and she missed her little one a bit!
Uncle Zhang said that Zhang Sijie practices choral singing at home every day, and he will hold hands with her and sing together when the time comes.
That was a children's choir competition that their kindergarten was participating in, held at the Beijing Arts Center. It was scheduled to start a few days after New Year's Day, and I heard the tickets were quite popular.
Tao Tao suddenly became very anxious; she had to be just like her daughter!
Before going on her business trip, Ning Ye had already practiced with Tao Tao at home and even brought the sheet music with her.
In addition to giving the child practice, she also paid extra attention to other aspects.
The plot has now progressed to the point where the female lead makes a comeback as a mother, which means she no longer needs to hide in front of the public and can appear in public with Gu Zixun.
This choir competition is very likely to be a major event.
Ning Ye dared not be careless, as the child's desire to practice had exploded again.
So when the president drove back to the hotel and opened the door, he was greeted by the heart-wrenching, angelic singing of children.
"Mommy Gesang Flower~ Mommy Gesang Flower, in your eyes, I will never grow up~!!"
Ning Ye was holding a camera, a smile on her lips, recording the child.
Although Tao Tao doesn't seem to have much talent for singing, her parents still find her adorable.
The ambiguity of the proposal has dissipated, and with the child present, the scene becomes warm and intimate.
Grapes are stretching their necks and singing praises at the top of their lungs.
Without leaving a trace, he walked to the sofa and stood behind Ning Ye.
As a husband, he was no longer bound by social distancing restrictions.
Bian Xun was only a few centimeters away from her slender back. His breath brushed past her ear, and he could clearly see her porcelain-white neck turn red.
After the proposal, her feelings changed.
This awareness is like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The lake is no longer calm.
Ning Ye focused intently on listening to the child's singing, providing positive feedback whenever possible.
"Does Mommy sound nice?"
"It sounds great!"
When the children finally got tired and took a break, Ning Ye turned to Bian Xun and asked, "Can you come here for a bit?"
Bian Xun raised an eyebrow, lowered his arms, and smiled slightly as he followed.
The two returned to the inner room.
Ning Ye hesitated, "There's something I need to say..."
Bian Xun: "Okay."
Ning Ye was stunned. What was wrong? She hadn't said anything yet.
Bian Xun noticed the question in her eyes and moved closer with his dark gaze. "This is what I should do in my position."
As for his identity, he gave it to himself.
Ning Ye's fingertips, which were hanging inside her sleeve, tucked in.
This ex-boyfriend is really outrageous!
But Ning Ye did have something she needed his help with.
After the large model went live today, she immediately downloaded the app and kept refreshing the surveillance footage near the hospital her mother had visited. However, after refreshing many times, Ning Ye couldn't see any photos. She then realized that since the photos in that album were put there by Bian Xun in the future, they were probably only visible to him with his access privileges.
The main model has just been launched, and some development features are not yet available to all users.
However, the edge seeker has the permission to perform all operations.
After listening, Bian Xun immediately gave her his username and password.
Ning Ye: "You can just log in, I don't need to remember the password..."
Bian Xun: "This is something you should know given your status."
Ning Ye was speechless.
How arrogant of him!
Bian Xun's dark eyes gleamed, his gaze carrying a variety of meanings.
They still couldn't be too far apart, but after returning to Beijing this time, their relationship changed.
After the last time, he wasn't qualified to invite them to move into his house.
Now……
Bian Xun forced himself to close his eyes.
My life has been just too good lately.
He was so excited he was scared.
Ning Ye didn't know what he was so happy about, but for some reason she felt her face turn bright red with embarrassment, so she held the large model and hid to the side.
Log in with Bianxun's account, and the page is indeed different; all functions are now available.
But perhaps due to the change in timeline, Ning Ye never received her mother's photo.
As midnight approached, Ning Ye suddenly realized—the time difference.
While she was abroad, it was the middle of the night in Beijing.
It's normal that it didn't appear.
As the New Year approached, the family of three still gathered together to toast and welcome the new year.
Ning Zhitao is really looking forward to returning to China.
Bian Xun is the same.
Ning Ye had something on her mind, and woke up several times in the middle of the night to refresh the large model.
Finally, around 4 a.m., she saw the surveillance photo of her mother!
This one was even clearer than the one in the future photo album. Ning Ye quickly opened it and could clearly see her condition, and even the hospital department where she was located.
Suddenly, Ning Ye's eyes narrowed.
Before this, Ning Ye had no idea why she had reappeared after secretly leaving for six years.
At that moment, she had her answer.
At the far end of the surveillance photo, she saw a figure she hadn't noticed before—slightly hunched over, looking around. Even though she couldn't see the face clearly, Ning Ye could still recognize it.
That was her father, whom she absolutely refused to mention.
Ning Cuizhen's own life was a mess, and she wasn't very responsible towards her daughter, but the only thing she insisted on was not letting Wang Xuebing ruin her daughter's life.
So she returned to Beijing because she discovered Wang Xuebing's whereabouts. Having already come this far, she finally decided to get a medical checkup, which she'd been putting off for years.
Ning Ye suddenly gripped her phone tightly, a pang of sadness rising in her heart.
The room was quiet in the early morning. Listening to Tao Tao and Bian Xun's shallow breathing, Ning Ye finally felt a little at ease.
She zoomed in on the picture, carefully observing every detail, and clearly saw the department and attending physician on the wall.
Then she quietly got out of bed and went to the balcony. She checked the time in China and saw that it was just the beginning of the New Year's Day holiday. After thinking for a moment, she asked Jiang Xinghe in Beijing for a favor.
Jiang Xinghe quickly returned the call, providing only the key information: "I called my classmate at the Third Hospital and found out that this patient has underlying medical conditions. He underwent a gastroscopy and colonoscopy, and the attending physician recommended that he be hospitalized for one day for observation. He should be discharged tonight."
Ning Ye glanced at the time and her heart tightened.
Her mother definitely wouldn't stay in the hospital any longer, for fear of paying an extra day's hospital fees.
If she left the hospital, she wouldn't know where to find her.
Time waits for no one.
Ning Ye calmly glanced at her watch. There was one flight back to Beijing, and only one ticket left.
The flight took ten hours, and I landed just in time to be discharged from the hospital.
She took a few seconds to think, then decisively began to silently get dressed and gather her belongings.
Ning Ye explained in the Little Genius Family Group that she needed to rush back to see her mother, and also told them which flight she was taking back to Beijing, clearly stating the expected departure and arrival times, so they wouldn't worry.
Before leaving, I folded the clothes that Tao Tao would change into when she woke up and put them at the head of her crib.
The child was fast asleep, his soft face innocent and adorable.
With the father and daughter by her side, their sleep quality was exactly the same, and without realizing it, they became her source of confidence.
Ning Ye was about to grab her phone to leave when she accidentally stumbled upon the large model's profile page. She logged into Bian Xun's account and discovered that his name had been changed.
It was changed to "World's Richest Man".
Ning Ye almost laughed at his antics while she was in a tense mood.
Upon closer inspection, he wrote "World's First Husband".
He is the world's richest man.
It was her husband again.
How can someone be so arrogant?
Ning Ye blinked, truly impressed by his display of affection in the dimly lit room. Then, a strange tenderness welled up in her heart for a moment.
So Ning Ye, who left in the early hours of the morning, quietly thought—
Perhaps their relationship will truly change once they return to Beijing.
On the bed, Bian Xun had high brow bones and closed dark eyes.
It seems like they're having a wonderful dream.
…
Two hours later, the world's first husband woke up.
One minute later, Assistant Zhang received a call from the president.
"Which flight is closest to xx730 right now?" the president asked calmly.
"Our flight is the earliest, Mr. Bian. It takes off in three hours."
The president was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone.
Ning Zhitao woke up at this time, and after listening to her mother's voice message, she ran over.
"Dad, did Mom go to see Mom's mom?"
"Yes." Bian Xun picked her up.
Ning Ye avoided mentioning her family, but while searching... he knew a little about them. He knew that if he could really find her mother again, it would be something Ning Ye wanted to process on her own.
The president also has his own things to deal with.
The dream was too enjoyable.
He was sleeping as soundly as if he were dead.
That's good now.
The problem that was solved on the outward journey has been presented in a different, alternative light.
At this moment, Ning Ye is increasing the distance between him at a speed of one thousand kilometers per second.
The president's balance is decreasing by 5,000 yuan per second, taking into account the exchange rate.
I've got it, I'm used to it, this feeling of bad luck.
That feeling of making 18 million per hour is the level he should be playing at.
Assistant Zhang thoughtfully added, "There's another flight with a layover in H country, passing through X and L countries; the route is a bit shorter."
The president calmly waved his hand.
There is no obligation to pay taxes on the air quality of these countries.
But he still couldn't stay still, couldn't find peace. The 5,000 yuan per second ultimately made the nascent billionaire look rather pathetic.
He couldn't stop, so he simply picked up the child and turned to head towards the airport.
Tao Tao was still asleep and continued to doze off next to her father's neck, content to be a sleeping dumpling.
Assistant Zhang followed up: "President, what's going on here??"
Bian Xun's jaw tightened slightly as he looked eastward.
"Dribble the ball and run."
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Author's Note: Here I am, 5 minutes early. I'll try to be even earlier tomorrow! [Clown]
Randomly dropped red envelopes~
P.S. An important plot point is coming soon~ Buckle up and charge!
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