Chapter 33 Even Paying to Become a Father: King Takes a Deep Breath (Three Chapters Combined)
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Bian Xun was completely unfamiliar with this feeling.
Children have always been the type of people he despises the most.
But when a child unconditionally gives him their love and choices, the palms that his little hands can't hold suddenly feel heavy.
In that instant, in the dimly lit cardboard box, he didn't immediately think about logic and details, but suddenly remembered one of the reasons he chose to go to America six years ago after Ning Ye turned and left.
Bian Xun's parents had left the old house when he was very young. Grandpa Bian never told Bian Xun where they were, only that he had heard they were in North America.
Does he have relatives on the other side of the sea? He doesn't know either.
But at that time, order and intimacy all rotted away with her departure, and perhaps for a moment he was lost and confused, wanting to find a safe place.
Of course, as it turns out, there was no safe haven for him in this world, only a fortress built by wealth.
He did not have parents for many years, and for a long time decided not to become parents.
So why is it that this child, whom he has only met ten times in total, can find him with such unwavering faith and call him "Dad" without any doubt?
How could someone with no blood relation do this?
Bian Xun opened his dark eyes.
The noisy sounds from the kindergarten classroom came crashing back like a tide.
Bian Xun reached out his other hand and pushed open the door of the cardboard box. A pair of innocent, trusting eyes looked at him.
Ning Zhitao tilted her head back and saw that it was indeed her father walking out of the cube. She immediately grinned with a bright and proud smile, her cheeks pouting like a little hamster. "I found the right one! I found the right one!"
In the distance, Ning Ye smiled and clapped, giving Ning Zhitao a thumbs up.
That's amazing!
Children's sense of smell is like that of a sensitive puppy; they have their own intelligence network and will always stumble but accurately run to their parents.
Bian Xun lowered his eyes, unsure how to react to what was happening before him.
Ning Zhitao turned around and gave her mother a peace sign. Ning Ye praised her with a big smile. Assistant Zhang looked at him with a touched expression, while his wife and daughter beside him also looked warm and happy.
It seemed that no one else noticed anything was wrong except for him.
Bian Xun found it very puzzling, and even, unusually, felt a sense of self-reflection that he was unworthy of his position.
Does he deserve this child's trust?
They had never lived together, and he had only taken care of her for three to five days. Objectively speaking, he considered his attitude towards the child to be quite ordinary, just a little better than towards other children.
Or is it that he does have some kind of mysterious connection with this child?
The lake of my heart moves on its own even without wind.
Bian Xun slowly strolled back to Ning Ye, his dark eyes shimmering like a still pool, and asked the little girl, "How did you find me just now?"
Ning Zhitao scratched her head with her other paw. "Dad, your hands are whiter and longer than other dads'."
Bian Xun nodded. If he found him by physical characteristics, that would be reasonable and would only show that the child was observant and very intelligent.
But Ning Zhitao's round eyes were very honest, "But actually I didn't look closely. I just thought it was you. I didn't expect it to really be you, hehe."
Just like when she was walking and suddenly it was pitch black all around, and when she looked up, there were strangers all around, but she instinctively felt that her mother was there, so she rushed to the subway entrance and really found her mother!
Bian Xun paused slightly in his heart.
This cannot be explained by common sense.
He led the child back to her mother, but there have always been many suspicious points about this.
However, his inertia as a superior prevented him from directly addressing the issue.
Firstly, if it is ultimately determined that the child is indeed not related to him, then he has only brought shame upon himself.
Conversely, if it is discovered that the child is actually related to oneself, then his struggles and self-doubt during this period must be...?
Without evidence, unscientific conjecture is inconsistent with his identity.
Therefore, the president, with a cold expression, began to analyze the situation silently and calmly.
Perhaps even he didn't realize that from the moment Ning Zhitao accurately knocked on his door, Bian Xun's mindset had undergone a subtle change.
...In short, I suddenly became afraid to speak harshly to them.
He didn't know why either.
Bian Xun began to carefully observe the child's appearance.
There's no doubt she looks like her mother.
Ning Ye's hair is a soft brown color, while this child's hair is very black. Who does he take after?
Furthermore, he and the child had previously shared the same habits, washing their hands in the exact same order. When Ning Zhitao first arrived at his home, she was able to find the bathroom directly in the living room.
The details were not obvious at the time, but as the information flowed in a series, they suddenly became alarming.
Is it possible for me to follow his lead?
Bian Xun's wisps of hair, dark and deep, rested on his brow bone.
This incredible conjecture stirred a restless spark within the man.
He looked down at Ning Ye.
If the least likely possibility is true, then between them…
I simply dare not think about it.
I'm really afraid I'll do something wrong.
Or to solidify something.
Ning Ye looked up inexplicably, sensing that the atmosphere around him had suddenly become unfathomable, but she didn't know what was so unfathomable about it.
He needed to find a way to test it by applying slight pressure with his fingertips.
Teacher Yuzu continued her presentation: "Alright, now all the children have found their fathers and seen their mothers, so what are we going to do next?"
All children: "Write a letter!"
Teacher Yuzu said, "Yes~ At the end of the parent-teacher meeting, let's write a letter to our future selves."
—"We also encourage all parents to write a letter to their future children!"
Ning Ye raised her eyes, a slight thought stirring in her heart.
A soft, unspoken smile played on her lips.
Bian Xun lowered his eyes and stared intently.
…
Ning Zhitao writes letters to her future self very quickly!
The teacher said that "future" means five or ten years from now.
She knows that perfectly well, doesn't she?
The other children pondered deeply, unable to imagine what would happen to them five or ten years from now.
Zhang Sijie thought for a long time, then leaned over with a pencil in her hand, "Taotao, do you think I'll be a big boss in five years?"
Faced with her daughter's question, Ning Zhitao thought about it seriously and then nodded solemnly, "I think it's possible."
Encouraged, Zhang Sijie happily buried herself in writing. Her assistant, standing nearby, glanced at the child's crooked handwriting and pinyin and commented: "[Five years from now, Zhang Sijie, I hope you'll treat your employees better and hire more helpful assistants like Dad...]"
Assistant Zhang remained silent.
Assistant Zhang quietly used her body to shield her daughter from her wild fantasies, preventing the boss from seeing them.
Zhang Sijie expressed her encouragement to the future CEO Zhang, then leaned closer to look at Ning Zhitao's letter again, "Taotao, what about you?"
Ning Zhitao had already written it; her chubby little hands proudly held the pen between her fingers, and the letter contained only one line of text.
[I hope Ning Zhitao will still be the same five years from now!]
Zhang Sijie: "???"
Girl, that's so cool!
The parents stood on the lockers and wrote letters. Ning Ye wrote a whole page, including a lot of pinyin.
【My dearest Ningzhitao baby】...
No matter where or when we meet, you will always be a little grape in your parents' hearts.
She folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and then sealed it with the glue the teacher had given her, all with a sense of ceremony.
I turned my head to look at Bian Xun. He had already finished writing and was sitting with his arms crossed, deep in thought.
Ning Ye couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did you write?"
Bian Xun lowered his eyes, "Want to know?"
Ning Ye nodded. To be precise, Ning Zhitao should actually open their letter right now.
Bian Xun parted his thin lips slightly and lowered his voice, "I wrote, no matter what difficulties you encounter..."
Ning Ye couldn't help but lean closer and hummed twice, finding the beginning quite inspiring and heartwarming.
“…Your dad will be very rich. Don’t worry,” Bian Xun said.
"??"
You're overthinking it.
What tender moments can capitalists possibly have?
Ning Ye expressionlessly put away the two letters and handed them to the children, leaving them to deal with them as they saw fit.
The parent-teacher meeting also came to an end after the letters were written.
The children continue their lessons, and the parents should now leave in an orderly fashion.
Bian Xun naturally took Ning Ye's hand, which made Assistant Zhang behind him change his expression. Today, President Bian was really too much like a husband and too much like a father.
He's so human, he doesn't seem like himself at all.
Before leaving the classroom, Ning Ye left the children the yogurt they had brought that morning, while Bian Xun, who was standing next to her, didn't give them any instructions.
But after he walked out, he turned back slightly and saw Ning Zhitao drinking yogurt while opening the letter he had given her five years in the future through the low window.
He read it aloud, making little noises.
…
Bian Xun led Ning Ye out of the building, only to be stopped by a tall figure.
Although nothing went wrong during the parent-teacher meeting, the story will still unfold today.
How will the male lead and the male supporting character fight?
Gu Feng held Gu Zixun's hand; the two happened to share the same surname, making them seem somewhat like father and son.
At this moment, a hint of seriousness settled in those usually carefree eyes, which narrowed slightly as they looked at Bian Xun.
Two handsome men faced each other from a distance, a subtle tension emanating from them.
From the male supporting character's perspective, Xu Lanyi's son should be Bian Xun's. This actually makes a lot of sense. He had investigated the two of them, and five years ago they happened to be in the same state in the United States. At that time, Xu Lanyi claimed to be recuperating from an injury, but in reality, obstetricians and gynecologists had entered her villa multiple times. Going back further, the Bian family and the Xu family were old friends and had long intended to arrange a marriage.
All of this is perfectly logical.
So when Gu Feng saw Bian Xun completely indifferent to Gu Zixun and only caring about Ning Ye and her daughter, he began to feel indignant.
He recalled Xu Lanyi's haggard appearance, the vulnerability of a single mother, yet she forced herself to be radiant and responsible to her fans and society. This struck a chord with Gu Feng.
But high-level power struggles can't just be about empty words. Gu Feng smiled slightly after blocking his way.
“When we were playing the game earlier, Zixun grabbed Mr. Bian’s hand by mistake. That kid is so pitiful. Today, for Zixun’s sake, I also plan to donate five million to children’s education,” Gu Feng said, his eyes gleaming with a competitive light. “I heard that Mr. Bian’s donation is this amount?”
Bian Xun remained expressionless, calmly observing the other person.
Gu Feng was indeed very concerned about Xu Lanyi. After all, for his fetish of targeting single mothers, Xu Lanyi was the character with the biggest contrast in appearance and the strongest impact.
This is why, in the original novel, Xu Lanyi intentionally or unintentionally kept Gu Feng as a potential father, as Gu Feng's qualifications were indeed comparable to Bian Xun's.
He had probably already informed the teacher, because just now, the kindergarten principal came out happily with the contract. "Mr. Gu, is it true that you said you wanted to donate?"
In just two months, two big investors have appeared at Xia Lu Kindergarten. It's truly auspicious! Which lucky baby is so blessed?
“Why would I joke? I have plenty of money. But a child’s heart is as precious as a diamond.” Gu Feng smiled ambitiously.
This time, the title of "Kindergarten Dad King" is about to change hands.
Gu Feng is really generous, willing to spend five million for someone else's child? Ning Ye clicked her tongue in surprise.
Assistant Zhang was shocked and clenched his fists nervously. This Manager Gu was really well-prepared and actually tried to suppress President Bian's position.
They might even strip him of his title!
Assistant Zhang whispered, "Mr. Bian, what should we do?"
Bian Xun: "?"
What to do?
Gu Feng picked up the donation contract from the park, took out a pen from the pocket of his work jacket, held the pen tip over the signature on the paper, and suddenly looked up and smiled warmly.
"So, Mr. Bian, how about we increase the stakes?"
"You won't be stingy with your generosity when it comes to public welfare, will you?"
Bian Xun remained indifferent, not even raising his eyes an inch, as if he were looking at an idiot.
If he didn't want to spend an extra 4,990,950, who would spend 5 million at a kindergarten just to hear a sound?
Listen to a group of children chattering and respecting him?
But the capitalist in the dark blue coat suddenly smiled, "Add. I'll add a million."
Ning Ye turned her head in surprise. They're really competing now?
A sense of unease crept into her heart. If things really went according to the plot, wouldn't the consequences be endless?
Seeing this, Gu Feng realized that despite his puppy-like appearance, his ambition had been fully ignited by his powerful and mature opponent. He could tell that Xu Lanyi really liked Bian Xun, but didn't actually have much interest in him.
"I'll add another million," Gu Feng retorted without backing down.
Bian Xun frowned: "Only one million more?"
Gu Feng: "Two million."
Bian Xun raised an eyebrow: "So many?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Feng's back straightened slightly. Being affirmed by a powerful opponent was like a hero's cape; to make his opponent hesitate was already a victory for him.
He pressed his advantage, quickly wrote down his pen, and casually tossed it back into his pocket, adding another three million.
Since he would be frequently appearing at this kindergarten, and there would soon be competitions like the Dads' Sports Meet, Gu Feng naturally wanted to make a good start from the beginning.
"I hope every child in the mountains can have enough to eat and sleep well." Gu Feng smiled like an angel, but his eyes were full of provocation. Could Bian Xun, who had been carried here, still sit still?
Bian Xun watched him sign the donation agreement, his hand firmly in his hand, before raising his hand to give a light clap of applause, "Congratulations."
Gu Feng smiled inwardly. So he just gave up like that?
Bian Xun's voice was magnetic, but his tone was so sarcastic it was almost venomous. "Congratulations on donating all your net profit for this quarter."
Bian Xun could get a general idea of the business situation of Gu Feng's departments with just a glance.
He donated eight million, but he still had to pay out of his own pocket.
Gu Feng's smile faltered, but he still didn't back down. "Then, how much of the profit does President Bian plan to donate?"
Bian Xun took Ning Ye's hand, while Leng Feng glanced at him dismissively, "Who said I was going to donate?"
"???"
Gu Feng had never directly confronted Bian Xunpeng in the business world, but he had heard from his uncles and elders that this man was cunning, treacherous, and difficult to deal with—and it turned out to be true!
After swindling the other party out of three million, Bian Xun gave him a look as if he were an idiot, then left with his men.
Do you think you can strip someone of their title just because they donated the same amount?
hehe.
Bian Xun remained expressionless, calm and collected.
Ning Ye was amazed. What a cunning person! What a cunning person!
Only capitalists get to cheat others; who in this world can cheat Bian Xun out of his money?
Her thoughts were written all over her face. As she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, she slowly turned her head and looked at him with a complicated expression.
Ning Ye: "?"
Her almond-shaped eyes were bright, reflecting the clear winter sky, and she looked very innocent.
Bian Xun then turned his gaze back to the present.
I can't bring myself to say anything harsh.
But it's not just because of that.
Furthermore, if we calculate all the current inflows and outflows on a balanced basis—
He even made a little money.
Mr. Bian mysteriously slipped one hand into his coat pocket.
Behind him, Gu Feng watched the man's retreating figure, a hint of resentment showing on his handsome, sunny face.
Bian Xun, just you wait, this feud is officially settled today.
Although he had never been a father, he was determined to let Lan Yi and Ning Ye see it.
When it comes to being a father—
He is definitely better than a cold-blooded person like Bian Xun!
…
Before returning to the company, Ning Ye withdrew her hand from Bian Xun's palm.
All that's needed is to convey enough information to the female lead.
Bian Xun glanced at her with his dark eyes, showing neither displeasure nor joy. Even if she was doing it for the child, they had already touched each other, undressed, and even sat on each other.
She doesn't seem as comfortable holding hands as a child.
Ning Ye had only taken half a day off and had to rush back to work. Before they parted ways at the intersection, Bian Xun suddenly asked her, "Are you free tomorrow night?"
This is the perfect time to set things in motion.
Ning Ye thought for a moment, "Once I receive Tao Tao, everything will be fine."
Bian Xun glanced at her expression and knew she had completely forgotten what day it was, so he nodded lightly, "—Then leave it free."
Ning Ye had no objection. "Shall we take Tao Tao out to play?"
"Hmm." Bian Xun's dark eyes gleamed.
"With grapes, and with you."
Ning Ye returned to her workstation and continued her work.
Although she had just witnessed Gu Feng lose eight million, her most important client recently was Fengyu Pharmaceutical, and she hoped that the other party could maintain a good business performance.
An online meeting was held with the other party. Gu Feng himself was not present, but his team was doing quite well, actively promoting business cooperation with Wujiang. The meeting went smoothly, and a time was agreed upon for the next meeting to discuss the details.
By the time I finished replying to the emails, it was almost time to leave work.
Ning Ye packed her things to pick up her child from kindergarten. She walked out of the company building with Sister Zhou. Just as she waved goodbye, a somewhat familiar old-fashioned sedan stopped in front of her.
The car door opened, and there stood the butler of the Bian family's old residence, who bowed slightly to Ning Ye.
"Miss Ning, our master is very sorry for what happened last time, so he would like to invite you to his residence for a chat and to give you a proper welcome."
This refers to the incident where Ning Zhitao was almost abducted in a park in Hangzhou last time.
However, although he said he wanted to invite them over for tea to apologize, he actually picked them up by car without prior notice and it was not an invitation at all.
Ning Ye's attitude wasn't very friendly. "There's no need for hospitality. The child has already forgotten, and going there will only remind him."
Old Master Bian is a man who cares deeply for his children and has devoted himself entirely to cultivating Bian Xun over the years. However, his thinking is old-fashioned and rigid, carrying the ingrained self-importance of the privileged older generation. His attempts to befriend ordinary people carry an air of condescension and subservience, making his behavior highly inappropriate.
Such an elder truly needs someone who can manage him.
The old butler bowed even lower, but his words remained the same: "Miss Ning, you know my husband. This is your company's entrance, so let's not cause any trouble for your work."
Grandpa Bian had a reason for having to invite Ning Ye this time.
His real intention wasn't the wine; he knew he couldn't call Bian Xun back by himself, but if he brought Ning Ye and the child over, he would definitely come.
As long as the person is nearby, a DNA sample can be obtained from him.
Grandpa Bian had already asked around. Normally, it takes about seven working days to do a paternity test, but given their family's status, the most accurate and private test can be done in a day.
Seeing this, Ning Ye knew that the other party would not give up easily, and that forcibly refusing would only make the situation more ugly.
She touched the stun gun she carried in her bag—thanks to living nearby, she didn't have to take the subway or go through security checks, so she now carried a weapon in her bag every day.
Ning Ye nodded. "I need to go pick up the child first."
“Of course,” the old butler breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Miss Ning, please get in the car.”
When we picked up Ning Zhitao from kindergarten, the little girl was quite familiar with the car at the Bian family's old house.
Ning Ye explained the situation to her, and Ning Zhitao nodded, but she had not yet forgiven her grandfather.
"I won't call him grandpa later," Ning Zhitao whispered in her mother's ear.
Ning Ye nodded, then realized what she meant.
He shouldn't be called grandpa in the first place, should he?
"You used to call Grandpa Bian 'Grandpa'?" Ning Ye whispered in the child's ear.
Ning Zhitao nodded innocently, "Yes, it's a duck."
Goodness.
What a filial daughter!
You are on par with your father in terms of seniority.
Why doesn't that old-fashioned Mr. Bian correct the kids?
The car slowly drove into the familiar alleyway area, this time taking a more secluded driveway. There were two security guards at the entrance who were responsible for opening the door, and then the car stopped in the parking lot behind the old house.
Ning Ye looked at the map. This location was two streets away from the main gate she had used last time, and once again marveled at the size of the Bian family's old mansion.
The fact that the Bian family could remain hidden in such a prime location explains why Old Master Bian has remained independent and feudal to this day.
Stepping into the old house, the decorations were different this time compared to the last birthday banquet.
After winter set in, the potted plants and greenery were replaced with coniferous trees, the couplets pasted on the eaves and corridors were replaced with brown paper, the lanterns were extinguished and only swayed gently in the wind, and the whole courtyard exuded a cold and solemn sense of quietude, as if it were deeply mourning something.
"It's the time of year for our Bian family to pay respects to our ancestors by wearing traditional Hanfu (traditional clothing) and offering sacrifices to our ancestors," the old steward explained as he led the mother and daughter behind him. "It's to pay homage to our ancestors, pray for harmony among relatives, and to solidify the bond of blood ties..."
Ning Ye held the child's hand, her eyebrows slightly raised.
The placement of this node here seems to have some special significance.
This is for them.
Grandpa Bian didn't know that Ning Zhitao was Bian Xun's child, so he took the opportunity of the Bian family's ancestral worship ceremony to remind the female supporting character that her child did not belong to the Bian family genealogy.
That would be perfect.
Ning Ye followed the butler for at least ten minutes before finally arriving at the main hall, navigating through layers of courtyards and winding corridors.
As soon as he stepped down the stairs, the butler's delighted voice rang out: "Young Master, you're back."
Bian Xun frowned, walked over in a few steps, and saw Ning Ye and the other person behind the butler.
I heard after get off work that Ning Ye had been picked up by the Bian family in their car.
He hadn't even made a move yet, but the old man acted swiftly.
Bian Xun also turned back to the old house, but from the moment he entered, he felt that everyone was watching him in the dark, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
During his walk from the entrance to the main hall, at least three servants suddenly approached him, each holding something in their hands, but Bian Xun managed to dodge them all in time.
Bian Xun had never been assassinated in his own old family home before.
It's quite novel.
He looked down at the mother and daughter; they were both calm and hadn't been frightened on the way.
The butler smiled ingratiatingly, "The Cold Clothes Festival is approaching, young master, please stay at the old house for the next couple of days. This is the master's greatest wish."
"The master also said that Miss Ning and the children can stay at the old house and participate together."
At this moment, Old Master Bian was burning incense in the main hall, listening to the sounds outside.
Bian Xun didn't agree, and Ning Ye didn't say anything either.
A childish voice rang out clearly.
"Why? My mom and dad don't usually live here!"
The cold and solemn courtyard suddenly seemed to shatter like a barrier because of that sweet, childlike voice, and was filled with gummy candies scattered all over the ground by the children.
Ning Ye finally understood why people online said that the Three Hundred Tang Poems could subdue demons—
A child's pure aura can purify all feudalistic ideas.
Old Master Bian in the hall was also stunned for a moment. His heart softened, and he immediately stood up from the platform.
Listen, listen!
—They're all calling him Dad now!
Bian Xun just started treating someone else's daughter as his own?!
Let this child call him "Dad" so familiarly and affectionately!
Does he still want to get married in this lifetime?
Am I going to be someone else's sucker for the rest of my life?
With a heavy heart, Old Master Bian lowered his voice and made demands of his subordinates.
"We must get his sample today, blood will do!"
The subordinate was startled. "Master, is this really alright?"
Trying to pull hair from the young master's head is already outrageous; taking his blood would surely mean certain death.
"Just go when I tell you to!"
How could he regain his senses without getting his hands dirty?
Under the eaves.
Ning Ye nodded, "Yes, my child and I can participate."
As long as she smoothly gets through the Cold Clothes Ceremony and doesn't use her child to try to climb the social ladder or ask for money, Grandpa Bian will stop his nagging. According to the plot, he should be able to completely stop paying attention to her and her child.
The butler breathed a sigh of relief. "Miss Ning, please come with me and the baby. I'll take you to the guest room to rest."
“No need,” Bian Xun suddenly said.
The wind chimes swayed for a moment, then he turned and walked ahead, his voice calming, "I'll take them there."
...
Walking deep into this ancient courtyard, it was Ning Ye's first time visiting the place where Bian Xun lived in his childhood.
To be precise, it should be the home Bian Xun was looking for before they broke up.
It turns out that the eldest young master has a whole courtyard in his own home, a complete siheyuan structure. Passing through the hanging flower gate and over the stone slab path, we finally entered his bedroom, which was furnished with understated yet elegant pear wood furniture. Growing up in such a feudal place, it's no wonder that Bian Xun was able to go on to work in emerging technologies.
He's such a rebellious person.
The main room was quite large, divided into bedroom and living areas. Ning Ye looked around curiously and saw a set of chests of drawers against the west wall.
Above the chest of drawers, there was a white patch on the wall, clearly a different color from the rest, as if something had been hanging there for a long time, but was later removed.
It looks like a rectangle, but it doesn't look like a picture frame; it looks more like... a photo frame?
Ning Ye stood there with her head up, while behind her, Bian Xun sat leaning against the table, quietly watching her.
"Something was hung here?" Ning Ye turned her head and met a pair of calm, dark eyes.
“Hmm,” Bian Xun stared at her face, “a human figure.”
Ning Ye thought to herself, "As expected."
Looking back, I saw a chest of drawers at the bottom, with a wooden vase and a plate of delicate pastries on it.
Let's take another look at the picture frame hanging above.
It must be a black and white photo.
"..." Ning Ye respectfully stepped back a few paces, bowed quietly, and made no attempt to disturb or offend.
Bian Xun: "?"
He was expressionless, but one could easily imagine who had originally posted the message there just by looking up at him.
A 19-year-old girl, youthful and innocent, with a porcelain-white face and a low ponytail.
Bian Xun closed his eyes and stood there, feeling uneasy.
Six years is like a blank space.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the child clapping his hands and walking out from the direction of the washroom, having just washed his two paws clean.
The child simply walked into their empty space.
This time, even though Ning Ye was a newcomer, the child once again accurately found the layout, as if it wasn't his first time here.
Bian Xun felt an even stronger unease in his heart, unable to tell whether it was excitement or fear. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.
His mind was slightly agitated. He frowned and went to open the door. A servant brought him a plate of cherries. "Young Master, the Master wants you and Miss Ning to have dinner in the front hall later."
"Um."
Bian Xun didn't pay attention, but when he took the tray, his fingertips suddenly stung.
It felt like I'd been pricked by something.
Bian Xun frowned, raised his hand, and a small red dot appeared.
The maid forced herself to remain calm and retreated.
As soon as they stepped out of the young master's courtyard, they started running wildly, shouting, "Master! Master!"
Grandpa Bian, who was lying on the couch with a towel draped over his head, sat up abruptly, his eyes gleaming. He stomped his cane and asked, "Did you get it?"
"We've obtained the blood sample!"
Grandpa Bian finally threw his head back and laughed, appearing almost manic.
"Send it for testing!"
"Go now!!!"
…
Inside the room, Bian Xun looked thoughtfully at his fingertips, then looked up at Ning Ye and the other person.
He felt a subtle sense of apprehension about the unknown outcome.
The blood in my heart surged slightly.
To avoid ultimately humiliating himself with wishful thinking, Bian Xun took a deep breath, his gaze settling on the blank photo frame, his eyes hardening.
Bian Xun pointed at the child and suddenly asked Ning Ye, "Do you have any photos of her when she was little?"
This is a way of asking the question that will directly get him the answer he wants.
If there are no smaller photos, then that indicates the child.
Perhaps like Sun Wukong.
It just popped up out of nowhere.
Ning Ye looked up at the sound of the voice. This question had really stumped her. Of course, she didn't have any photos of Tao Tao as a child on her phone, but...
Yes!
Ning Zhitao sat in a pear wood armchair, swinging her legs contentedly, holding a cherry bigger than her eye, chewing it and spitting out the pit.
"We have a big photo album."
Ning Zhitao looked at her parents, "Have you forgotten?"
Bian Xun raised an eyebrow again and asked her why her mother was still normal. He then asked her the same question.
Ning Zhitao puffed out her cheeks, shook her head and sighed, then rattled off a string of numbers.
Bian Xun keenly realized that this should be a website address.
He picked up the computer on his desk, which hadn't been turned on for a long time. While waiting for it to boot up, he heard Ning Ye pat the child's head and ask, "Do you remember any photos?"
"I have my mom, dad, and me!"
Bian Xun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He opened his eyes again, the computer was on, and he quickly typed the string of numbers into the browser. Sure enough, a password page popped up.
To enter Little Grape's house, you need to: _______
Ning Ye curiously leaned closer to take a look. Could she really find it? Was this a photo album from the future?
Her profile was so close, and as Bian Xun looked down, the person in the blank photo frame seemed to come alive again in his life, even more so than he had expected.
While searching, he wasn't sure yet, but asked in a low voice, "Do you remember the password?"
Ning Zhitao thought this was a little test from her father, and proudly put her hands on her hips and recited a string of numbers—Ning Ye was not surprised at all, after all, she had witnessed the child's ability to remember all the door codes.
Fortunately, the password wasn't some kind of measurements!
Ning Ye's face flushed slightly.
Bian Xun's fingertips, which were resting on the touchpad, trembled slightly.
This string of numbers represents his and Ning Ye's student ID numbers, each consisting of three digits.
The logic for setting the password is the same as his own.
Bian Xun's heart pounded wildly, and his throat tightened.
Why would Ning Ye use his card to raise a child? Where did the multiples of ten thousand come from? Why do so many things suddenly appear?
He didn't dare look up at the two people at that moment, and controlled his fingertips to enter the password.
The password is correct.
My heart skipped a beat, but what popped up wasn't a sky full of truthful photos.
It's a payment code.
"To enter Little Grape's house, Mom needs to swipe her card."
There is a line of small print at the bottom.
It strangely resembles the *10000 string of numbers at the bottom of Ning Ye's bill every time she swipes her card.
Ning Ye wondered if this was also part of the future edge-searching setup?
She picked up her phone as instructed, but Bian Xun suddenly stopped her. He used his own phone to scan the payment code, but there was no response.
It seems the prompt indicates that the card should be swiped by the mother, meaning it can only be Ning Ye, or even that only that card can be used.
Ning Ye then raised her hand to scan the code, thinking that the payment was just a token gesture, but unexpectedly a large bill popped up.
"Could it be a scam website?" She didn't doubt the child, but the website didn't look very official.
Bian Xun was unusually tense at this moment, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Ning Ye had never seen him like this before.
He took a deep breath. "No."
He closed his eyes briefly. "Pay."
Ning Ye nodded. She was indeed very curious. If she could really see photos from the future, she would be able to see what a mini version of Tao Tao would look like.
Those are the children who grew up from the moment they were born, whom they were unable to participate in.
Ning Ye felt a surge of anticipation and entered her payment password. "It's a bit expensive, but I can afford ten thousand..."
"Wait," Bian Xun suddenly opened his eyes and pressed her down again, "How much?"
Ning Ye showed him the result of the scan: "10,000 yuan."
Bian Xun: "…………"
The capitalist suddenly took a deep breath.
Ning Ye hesitated, "You also think it's expensive? Should we still open it?"
Bian Xun suspected that this was intentional, but he could neither explain it nor deny it.
His chest heaved for several moments, his jaw tightened, and he finally spoke: "Open."
“It is indeed quite expensive,” Ning Ye said as she entered her password and paid. “Let’s split the cost, five thousand each.”
Payment successful, page redirected.
Bian Xun's phone bill also popped up at the same time, but he didn't want to look at it.
Get 5,000 off when you spend 100 million.
Huge discounts.
With a solemn expression, Bian Xun spent 99,999,050 to open this photo album.
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Author's Note: I'm late because I wanted to push this far in one go, look at my word count!! [Crying][Crying]
Another 100 RMB red envelope, see you tomorrow morning!
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