Chapter 31 Having a Baby and Making Money? —Thirsty. (Double update combined)...
31
Today is not Friday.
wrong.
The child is still next door.
That's not right either.
Bian Xun lost his basic ability to think for a moment.
This is very rare for him.
However, even when the mind is in a state of chaos, the body's instincts remain incredibly precise.
The moment she lunged at him, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her lower back and lifted her weight with his thighs, as if he had practiced it a thousand times.
"What...are you doing?" His voice sounded like it had been burned by alcohol, his usually cold and minty tone now tinged with a hoarseness, just like the color of his eyes at this moment.
Ning Ye found it difficult to describe what she was doing.
She was very nervous.
This tension even surpassed the sport she was about to participate in.
When a person is under extreme psychological tension, their movements will become distorted, and she was completely unaware of it.
Thus, the arduous task of disassembling the belt was stretched out indefinitely. Bian Xun lowered his eyes and stared intently, his slender fingertips not far from it, yet just out of reach, as if it were a form of torture for it—or for him.
Bian Xun's forehead was visibly sweaty.
Veins rippled across his pale skin, like something throbbing within his blood vessels. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, his finely sculpted muscles tightening with each breath.
The person in front of him had their head down, and all that could be seen was a soft whorl of hair and a prominent, upturned nose under their forehead.
That head was so small, yet it seemed as if it could be pressed down heavily, or rested in his palm, so close that it was hard to part with it.
The guiding thread found that spark, and with a bang, countless tactile fragments began to break free of the cage of memory in a frenzy.
Ning Ye blushed, but her eyes remained firm.
As she trembled and fumbled for the belt, she felt a sense of mission on her shoulders, a sacred feeling enveloping her, as if she were wearing a scorching halo of an angel and bearing the fate of a small life on her back.
So even though the muscles in his palms and elbows were muscular and taut, even though the dark eyes before him were as deep as the churning sea, and his handsome, aloof expression was restrained yet exuded a forbidden sensuality—
Ning Ye's mood remained almost solemn!
The idea is to create a child, but the child already exists. This is a paradoxical ongoing tense.
She can only call it creating a piece of history.
A mother's love is unwavering!
The belt was unbuckled, and the man's shirt hem was torn to shreds, revealing the inside.
Only then did Ning Ye realize that her eyes had truly been burned, and she hurriedly looked away.
Abdominal muscles.
...even prettier than before.
Although his mindset was solemn, he couldn't help but steal glances at Bian Xun.
Even in his youth, he had a beautiful frame. He was pampered and his thin, healthy muscles covered his entire body perfectly, giving him just the right amount of strength.
Now he looks like a mature man, his muscles are more toned and defined, breathing vigorously. A narrow V-line is faintly visible below his waist, with a red mole serving as an anchor point, and his broad shoulders and narrow waist form a perfect inverted triangle.
She really likes pale, cool-toned skin.
It is cool and understated, not flashy, but has a high-quality luster that flows along the texture of the skin.
Ning Ye was dazzled for two seconds by the view beneath the clothes.
Even after six years, she still finds herself physiologically attracted to this face and this person.
Ning Ye gritted her teeth and continued digging down.
The man finally pressed down on her hand, using some force, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out. "Are you sure?"
If things continue, they will be a couple again.
He has forgotten how she abandoned him six years ago.
Those deep, dark eyes seemed to hold a whale.
The light rippled slightly.
Ning Ye's hands were soft, her porcelain-white face as if coated with enamel, yet she still nodded. Just as Bian Xun's dark eyes turned dangerous, he heard her soft yet firm voice—
"It's all for the children."
The dangerous glint in the man's eyes vanished instantly.
After a brief moment of clarity, it was replaced by rage.
He leaned back on the sofa, staring at the person in front of him.
Is it for the sake of the child, to find a father for the child? That's why I started communicating with him.
Anger and some unknown fire rose together in the darkness.
Ning Ye certainly didn't intend to lie to him. In her view, Bian Xun was now her most important strategic partner, and the biggest reason the two of them got together was because of the child, so she spoke very frankly.
Bian Xun's dark eyes were like stars, and his chest ached from the burning sensation.
But in his rage, he still couldn't bring himself to throw her off.
Ning Ye tried to sit up, trembling.
They completely forgot they were still wearing pants.
Bian Xun's temples throbbed violently. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and his palms involuntarily supported her.
Some people are clumsy, awkward, weak, and have a somewhat timid look in their eyes—but she only needs to move a little bit to take the lead.
This was the first time Ning Ye had taken the lead in such a matter.
Because it used to be a search along the border.
At times like this, she was like a small boat in a storm, swaying gently in the tempestuous waves, following the other person's voice and instructions.
This time, however, she was in charge. Bian Xun did not try to seize the power at all, but instead kept his eyes fixed on her, watching to see how far she was going to go.
Ning Ye was actually under tremendous pressure.
Because she couldn't be sure if it was the right day.
It's so difficult. No one told her any more details; she could only guess. There's probably never been a question like this before: When should you conceive your four-year-old sweetheart?
If it's today, she can't bear the consequences of missing it.
If it weren't today, would it affect the children who come after us?
Various thoughts flashed through Ning Ye's mind, but all her distracting thoughts about Bian Xun were suppressed, leaving only her simple maternal feelings.
Bian Xun had also adjusted his breathing, his thin lips exhaling deeply. Supporting her, he calmly said, "If it's only for the child, then I advise you to think it over carefully."
Ning Ye raised her eyes, her lips slightly parted, the steam making her eyelashes heavy and drooping towards the corners of her eyes, making her look somewhat aggrieved and helpless.
Bian Xun's heart softened suddenly, and he was about to soften his tone when, however, that moment of helplessness vanished as quickly as dew. Ning Ye, with a determined look in her eyes as if she were joining the Party, suddenly ripped off her pants.
Bian Xun was almost seeing stars from the burning sensation.
He couldn't look away; a small piece of light green floral fabric caught his eye. Before the porcelain white and cool colors clashed, he grabbed her hand, as if he were about to overturn her and take control.
Anger and desire were about to explode.
Just as the man's muscular arms braced him and their positions were about to reverse, Ning Ye suddenly clutched her stomach.
"!"
Her knees twisted together, her flushed face suddenly contorted with discomfort, as if she had just realized something. She quickly pressed him down, saying, "Today's not a good day—"
Then, in a flurry of activity, he turned and ran into the bathroom.
Bian Xun was groped all over, his clothes were left hanging open.
The aloof and abstinent young CEO seemed to have been irresponsibly taken advantage of, but not quite completely.
After a long while, a sound that was almost made through gritted teeth rang out from inside the presidential suite.
"OK."
…
Ning Ye's stomach felt uncomfortable all night.
But her period came at just the right time, as if it were destiny, reminding her that today was not the day the baby was born.
Thank goodness!
Ning Ye had come to understand the menstrual cramps. In the middle of the night, she boiled some water in the hotel and poured it into a bottle. She held the bottle, barely managing to drift off to sleep.
Bian Xun must have left the room shortly after she got up, probably because he was speechless with her.
Ning Ye sighed softly, but there was nothing she could do. They were the child's mother and father, and this matter had to fall on their shoulders.
However, after this period ends, her menstrual cycle will be clearer, which should allow her to more accurately predict the baby's due date.
Just once is enough!
This won't be needed often.
Before Ning Ye finally fell asleep, she had Bian Xun's dark and angry eyes in her mind, filled with a hidden fire that the wind could not extinguish, as if it would burn all night long.
He seemed genuinely angry.
certainly.
Some people are still too angry to sleep tonight.
"Master, we really have no choice. The young master is right around that child, and we can't make a move."
"Besides, that child is so cute, I almost feel bad for him..."
"waste!"
Grandpa Bian roared on the phone, "Can't you all use your brains?!"
"They'll definitely be checking out after their meeting tomorrow... Go in and look for them after they check out, before the cleaning staff comes in to clean!"
"Don't you have any of the child's hair? Don't you have any used toothbrushes? Don't you have any toilet paper?!"
Grandpa Bian was truly exhausted.
He was determined to throw the paternity test at Bian Xun and make him clear his head.
Even now, Grandpa Bian still believes that Bian Xun was deliberately trying to anger him, but in reality, he truly considers the child his own. Otherwise, Bian Xun must have lost his mind.
"Sir, the toilet paper won't do..."
"roll!"
…
The next morning.
The water bottle in Ning Ye's arms had long since cooled down, and it felt like a gentle block of ice against her stomach.
She propped herself up on her arms and rubbed her stomach.
Her menstrual cramps weren't too severe. Once in college, she accidentally ran 800 meters the next day, and that's when she started experiencing mild pain. However, she only felt fatigued and had a feeling of heaviness in her abdomen for the first two days, with occasional throbbing pains. Given Ning Ye's personality, she could tolerate it, and usually, applying something warm would make it better.
Today was the last day of the meeting, with only the first half of the day dedicated to work planning, in-depth discussion of key issues, and concluding remarks. Afterwards, the entire department held a celebratory banquet before heading back to Beijing.
Just in case, Ning Ye ordered ibuprofen and sanitary napkins on her phone, but the hotel delivery service couldn't deliver. Since it was still early, she planned to have breakfast with Ning Zhitao and then go downstairs to get them later.
A little head popped out from under the bed. Ning Zhitao looked at her and asked, "Mommy, where does it hurt?"
When Ning Ye saw her, she suddenly remembered that the little boy was next door when she tackled Bian Xun last night, and the door wasn't even closed. Her face flushed red.
I've heard of couples pretending to be playing Jenga when their child suddenly walks in.
Ning Ye suddenly understood that kind of embarrassment.
I've gained experience, I've gained experience.
Ning Ye didn't pretend that nothing was wrong. She touched Ning Zhitao's head and said, "My stomach hurts a little."
Ning Zhitao's grape-like eyes immediately filled with worry. Clinging to the mattress, she asked expectantly, "Mom, are you going to have a baby?"
Ning Ye was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "It doesn't hurt that much."
Ning Zhitao ran around and around the room, fetching her clothes and hot water, just like a little dog carrying her slippers.
A gentle warmth welled up in Ning Ye's heart; raising children is a two-way street of love.
The two ate breakfast in the room. Ning Ye checked the food delivery app and saw that the food she had ordered had arrived.
She had a stomachache when she got up, wondering if it was from catching a chill after pulling down her pants last night—she should have known better than to be so bold.
He spent even longer pulling on her clothes; I hope she didn't catch a cold too.
Probably not. Ning Ye recalled that everything within her reach was extremely hot, and he felt like he was about to catch fire.
A sudden wave of shame washed over me.
Ning Zhitao volunteered, raising her hand, "Mom, I'll go get your takeout!"
Ning Ye definitely couldn't let the child go by himself. She thought for a moment, then slowly moved to the door of the room, wondering if she could ask Bian Xun or someone around him for help.
The moment my head touched the peephole, I saw the door across the hall open. The man was already impeccably dressed, his dark suit pulled down tightly from top to bottom, his loose black hair slightly styled, revealing a pale forehead. Even more unusual, he wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.
A chilling, high-intelligence aura immediately comes to mind.
The difference between her appearance last night, with her clothes half-open, and her current state is stark.
The president was handsome and imposing, but his expression was clearly not good. He didn't even glance at the other side with his cold eyes. He only paused for a second before turning around and striding away without looking back. Assistant Zhang hurriedly followed behind him.
A faint atmosphere of Cold War lingered in the corridor.
Ning Ye pulled her head back from the peephole. It seemed she couldn't ask them for help. She stretched her limbs, which were still cold from sleeping, and decided to put on some warmer clothes and go down to get it herself.
Just as I turned back to the door, there was a gentle knock.
Ning Ye opened the package with a puzzled look and found Jiang Xing standing about a meter away from the door, holding her takeout bag in his hand. He looked slightly embarrassed and handed it to her, saying, "Is this yours? I was downstairs picking something up and just saw the delivery guy leave it at the front desk."
"Yes!" Ning Ye gratefully accepted it. "Thank you, Xiao Jiang. I was just about to go down and get it."
"It's alright." Jiang Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief. He instinctively wanted to help her carry it up, but then he realized that this would reveal Ning Ye's room number, and he wasn't sure if she minded.
It was even more awkward when he picked it up, because he discovered that she had bought women's products, and he didn't know if this was offensive.
But I figured she probably needed it, so I brought it up anyway.
Ning Zhitao skipped out of the living room, waving happily, "Uncle Dr. Jiang!"
Jiang Xing smiled and didn't correct the child's address, "Hello, Tao Tao."
He didn't want to disturb them, especially in this situation, so he took a few steps back after speaking. "Take your medicine and see how you feel. If you feel unwell, just let me know. There's nothing to worry about in finishing up today's work."
Ning Ye nodded gratefully, "Okay."
After Jiang Xinghe left, Ning Ye was about to close the door when Ning Zhitao, who was at a lower altitude, suddenly exclaimed "Hey!"
The child's field of vision was only at the adults' knee height, so only she noticed the ground. Suddenly, she squatted down at the doorway, picked up a paper bag, and asked, "Mom, is this also our takeout?"
Ning Ye picked it up and discovered that there was a box of hand warmers inside the paper bag.
When was it left at the door? Ning Ye thought about it and concluded that it could only have been left by the child's father, but he didn't knock on the door, so she didn't know how long it had been lying there.
"Mom, what is this?"
"This is a hand warmer."
Ning Zhitao scratched her head, "Then what kind of baby am I?"
Ning Ye smiled, "You're a good baby."
…
The conference concluded successfully, and the department leaders were very satisfied. They requested that all employees attend the celebratory banquet at noon today and receive benefits.
"Will General Manager Bian be attending?" the leader asked his subordinates in a loud voice.
"We did a good job maintaining our clients at this conference. It seems that Mr. Bian is currently discussing a project with Rongke."
"Go and invite him again! Please make sure you can invite President Bian to attend."
Ning Ye recalled the man's expression that morning; it was gloomy and cold, so she felt that he probably wouldn't participate.
However, Bian Xun still takes the child with him. The two of them communicated in the Little Genius group through the group leader's invitation. Bian Xun will take Tao Tao with him in the morning so that she can eat before going back to take a nap.
With the work basically finished, Ning Ye breathed a sigh of relief. There were no mistakes throughout the process, and everything was completed well, which pleased the team leader.
The celebratory banquet was held at the venue at noon. The long tables used for the meeting were removed by the conference staff and replaced with round tables for the banquet. The words on the big screen were also changed to an internal template, which read "Warmly celebrate the successful completion of the Wujiang Group Business Unit's Smart Integration Conference".
Ning Ye, Sister Zhou, Jiang Xing, and the others were at the same table, located in the middle towards the back.
With a sufficient departmental budget, we invited a well-known local restaurant in Hangzhou to host the banquet today, and seasonal side dishes were served first.
When people have free time, their gossipy hearts rekindle, and Sister Zhou secretly glanced at Ning Ye.
After the news spread online that day, Sister Zhou immediately caught on and then racked her brains trying to figure out if the child next to Boss Bian was his.
If it's his, then it couldn't possibly be Ning Ye's, could it? She's so young, how could she possibly have a child that big? But judging from the looks of it, it couldn't be Xu Yinghou either. She searched the internet, both inside and outside, and felt that President Bian had no interest in Xu Yinghou at all.
But soon, capital forces clearly intervened, and discussion within the company was strictly prohibited. Therefore, Sister Zhou was more inclined to believe that it was another child of the Bian family, or even Mr. Bian's own illegitimate child.
If you look at it that way, Sister Zhou glanced at Jiang Xinghe, who was pouring hot tea for Ning Ye, and thought that Xiao Jiang was much better!
Divorced men are a no-go!
The wealthy families in Beijing are like a deep, dark sea; it's more practical and respectable to have a family that owns a hospital.
Unfortunately, she didn't dare to say it.
As various elaborate dishes were served, Sister Zhou chatted idly while picking up her chopsticks. "Sigh, the good days are over. When I get back, I'll have to attend parent-teacher conferences for my child. These days, there's so much to cover at parent-teacher conferences. Parents have to break the ice, introduce themselves, and build their networks. Just thinking about it is exhausting."
Ning Ye nodded. "The same goes for Tao Tao Kindergarten. They have a meeting on Friday when we get back."
She also learned from Teacher Youzi that the parent-teacher meetings at Xia Lu Kindergarten are very enriching.
In addition to these regular activities, previous years also included games where parents recognized their children and children recognized their parents, aiming to bring families closer together and promote harmonious parent-child interaction.
Ning Ye wasn't sure if Bian Xun would go. Bian Xun brought more children with her to the meeting this time, so she could help more when she got back.
Moreover, after this public relations campaign, Xu Lanyi wouldn't give up; her son is still in the same class as Tao Tao. If she simply avoids parent-teacher conferences, there might actually be less trouble…
Sister Zhou talked a lot about the children's schooling. As Ning Ye listened, she realized that it seemed to be similar to Ning Zhitao's current teaching environment.
"Sister Zhou, how old is your baby again?"
Sister Zhou smiled happily and showed her photos on her phone, "You're starting kindergarten this year, three and a half years old!"
“…”
Ning Ye looked at the baby's photo, praising it while feeling a deep sense of respect.
Sister Zhou is five years older than her.
But the child is a year younger than her.
Who can I complain to about this?
Jiang Xinghe, the only one who knew about Ning Ye's daughter's situation, remained calm and served Zhou Jie and Ning Ye a bowl of chicken soup. The ladies at the table teased him, and Ning Ye accepted the bowl with a smile.
"—President Bian! You've arrived."
The man in the black suit walked into the venue at that moment. He was dignified and upright, with a cool and independent demeanor. Amidst the crowd, he captured that heartwarming moment.
The man's eyes, hidden behind his silver-rimmed glasses, grew even colder.
Some people, however, remained unperturbed throughout the sleepless night, experiencing both extreme heat and cold.
For some people, the first thing they saw when they closed their eyes last night was her two straight, slender legs after she pulled down her pants.
The sparse fabric, pure white with light green lace, with a bit of flesh peeking out from the edge, transforms its extreme innocence into boundless vibrancy.
Then it abruptly ended.
…
...The thirst was hard to quench.
Bian Xun raised his fingertip, touched the frame of his glasses, and his expression turned cold and indifferent.
He refused any communication until she figured out what she really wanted.
Bian Xun glanced at their table with the corner of his eye and coldly sat down in an empty seat at the main table.
It's best not to mess with him in this world.
With the president present, the beverage service was immediately activated, with an additional bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a lower-alcohol red wine added to each table.
The celebration banquet was already halfway through, and the employee benefits segment that everyone was most looking forward to finally arrived.
A lottery sequence resembling a large lottery ticket will appear on the big screen at the event, drawing prizes based on everyone's employee number. This means that everyone, including General Manager Bian, could potentially win a prize.
The prizes are divided into first, second, and third prizes, with more than a dozen winners in each category, making the odds of winning quite high.
Ning Ye was drinking hot chicken soup when she saw Sister Zhou rummaging through her bag and then very reverently pulling out a bracelet, which she held in her palm.
"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha..."
Ning Ye recognized it at a glance; it was the eighteen seeds she had prayed for at the temple the day before.
It is also a token for seeking wealth.
Ning Ye hadn't really cared about the lottery before, but now, remembering how hard she had climbed the ladder to seek wealth and how she had won eight yuan and eight coins through the lottery, she suddenly became interested.
Surely her financial luck can't really be limited to just five times the salary offered by her competitor, right?
The words of some people instilling in her about the costs of education and raising children, the costs of money, money, money, money, are still ringing in her ears.
Ning Ye sat upright and tilted her head back.
Jiang Xinghe, who was sitting next to her, had just finished talking to the waiter and whispered to her, "There are a lot of girls at our table, could we add a glass of mulled wine? Would you like some?"
"What do you mean there are so many girls? I think it's mainly for Xiao Ye!" a colleague joked at the table.
Ning Ye smiled and praised him frankly: "Teacher Jiang is such a warm-hearted man."
Sister Zhou immediately chimed in: "Teacher Xiao Jiang, please show me some warmth too!"
The atmosphere immediately relaxed. Jiang Xing and Wen Run smiled and looked at Ning Ye with slightly lowered eyelashes, knowing that she had always maintained a sense of boundaries.
She was just feeling unwell, and some people weren't around.
Someone has to take care of her, right?
The mulled wine, served with a warm orange aroma, had already lost its alcohol content, and the aftertastes of cinnamon and apple lingered in the grape-colored liquid, earning high praise from everyone at the table.
Ning Ye appreciated the gesture and drank two cups in one go.
The first winning employee number had been drawn, and everyone watched with bated breath. After the last number appeared, a team leader at the next table stood up, beaming, and exclaimed, "Thank you to the company! Thank you, General Manager Bian!"
One by one, the winners got up from their seats. The third prize was guaranteed to be a shopping voucher of 1,000 yuan, which could be used without any threshold on the Wujiang official website.
This is what unscrupulous capitalists are like!
Although they produce and sell their own products, their company's product line is the best in the industry. This purchase amount can be resold for 999 in the seafood market, which is equivalent to real money.
Who wouldn't care?
He drew the second prize all the way through, and Jiang Xinghe next to him even won a prize. When the warm-hearted gentleman stood up, the whole table responded enthusiastically, cheering and creating a buzz, which made Jiang Xinghe's thin skin turn red.
Ning Ye clapped her hands, her eyes and lips full of sincere smiles, "Go on, Teacher Jiang."
Jiang Xinghe looked down at her with a smile.
The scene was incredibly harmonious; the boy was gentle and kind, and the girl was radiant.
At the main table, someone quietly dropped their spoon.
With Jiang Xing gone, half of Zhou Jie's spirit collapsed. "The last second prize has been won, five thousand yuan! Ahhhhh!"
There were also seven first prizes and three special prizes.
Sister Zhou held the 18 seeds in her hand and silently recited her employee number. Unexpectedly, after reciting it eight hundred times, it actually appeared on the screen!
Sister Zhou stood up excitedly, exclaiming, "It really works!"
The first prize is a shopping voucher of 10,000 yuan, which can be used to choose almost any of Wujiang's smart home appliances.
Ning Ye watched enviously, but then she remembered that she had also won a coupon worth 10,000 yuan, and suddenly felt that her good fortune might have come too soon.
Sure enough, she didn't win the final three grand prizes of 30,000 yuan in travel funds.
Could it be that she wasn't sincere in her desire for wealth?
The president personally went on stage to present the awards, and all three winning employees were beaming with joy.
"Thank you, Mr. Bian, our employee benefits are really great!" the department head clapped.
This was just a departmental meeting, yet they still gave out two or three hundred thousand yuan in bonuses!
Bian Xun remained expressionless.
The actual employee benefits have reached over 80 million.
hehe.
Ning Ye won prizes on both her left and right sides, so she could only bravely hug herself.
Seeing this from afar, Bian Xun gave a cold smile.
It's fine, even though I have no feelings for him.
But at least I have an emotional attachment to money now.
…
After the party ended, Ning Ye avoided the crowd and went to the private elevator outside the hotel. She went up to the top floor to see if Tao Tao had woken up.
We'll be checking out and leaving soon.
Leaning against the elevator, I realized that I was slightly tipsy after drinking those two glasses of mulled wine.
Although most of the alcohol had evaporated, some residue remained; when she breathed on it, it still smelled sweet like oranges.
Time to pack my things and go home.
She stepped out of the elevator. The carpet in the corridor was so soft that she stumbled half a step and had to lean against the wall for support.
Ning Ye shook her head, thinking that she couldn't drink alcohol next time she was trying to have a baby.
It could be bad for the child's health, and the quality of the sperm could also be compromised.
Ning Ye moved slowly to her room door. Just as she was about to swipe her card, the door behind her suddenly opened, and she was pulled inside by a pair of long, slender arms.
The door closed.
The room was quiet.
Ning Ye leaned against the door panel, startled, and looked up, her lips exhaling a warm orange scent, making them appear glossy and deep red.
It seems she's been very well taken care of.
Bian Xun pressed down on her wrist, his dark eyes lowered coldly, a fire burning within him.
But in the end, my gaze fell on her slightly parted lips.
She did so much last night, but forgot the simplest initiation ritual.
You should at least kiss him first.
The bright light from the entryway lamp above his head reflected off his cold, silver-rimmed glasses, making Ning Ye's vision blurry and slightly tipsy. But when she saw Bian Xun, this unscrupulous boss, she subconsciously thought of her lost fortune.
It has to be said that Bian Xun's subtle hints about money over this period of time have had an effect, to the point that Ning Ye really can't forget them.
Could it be that his feigned affinity with the wealthy led to his inability to obtain financial rewards?
Bian Xun saw her lips move slightly as she murmured something softly.
The aroma of cinnamon and orange filled the entryway, and the evaporating alcohol permeated the air.
He still harbored sarcasm in his heart, yet he couldn't help but lower his head, bringing his nose closer to hers.
As their lips drew closer, the sweetness in the air seemed to melt into their mouths. The man pressed against the door, binding her wrists, and lowered his head, almost kissing her.
Ning Ye felt the air getting thinner and mumbled something, feeling even more dizzy.
Even at such close range, he couldn't hear her very clearly. His gaze fell on her lips, and he finally spoke, his tone much softer, "...Hmm?"
Ning Ye: "Money..."
Bian Xun closed his eyes. He usually didn't use his brainwashing skills in situations like this.
I've never seen her so keen on investing before.
He was almost about to kiss her.
What are you thinking about?
The man clenched his jaw for a long time before dangerously pressing closer, his nose almost touching her cheek, their breaths mingling.
Suddenly, Ning Ye's phone beeped, snapping her out of her daze. She quickly grabbed it and looked at it.
His eyes lit up instantly, and he pushed Bian Xun away, exclaiming, "My prayer for wealth really worked!"
For some reason, her rental deposit was refunded to her.
It seems there's a change in landlord, and the lease agreement needs to be amended.
They also refunded part of the rent already paid.
They refunded a total of 11,000!
Ning Ye was immediately overjoyed. She turned around, opened the door, and prepared to take Tao Tao to check out and then go get something good to eat. She didn't notice the figure hurriedly hiding back in the corner of the corridor.
The door closed.
A kiss that missed its mark by an inch landed in mid-air.
Bian Xun's face was grim. A few seconds later, he pounded on the door while panting, reached out to take off his glasses, and frowned as he picked up his lit-up phone.
The money just came in.
110 million.
The CEO put down his phone.
The CEO picked up his phone again and glanced at it.
?real.
With reason returning, the world opens up new possibilities.
The president straightened his clothes.
Forgive the world for a minute.
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Author's Note: Mr. Bian: It's better, but not completely better.
As for what's not good about it... Hmm.
Here it comes! More red envelopes are dropping in this chapter!
I arrived only 15 minutes earlier than yesterday; I'll try to arrive even earlier tomorrow.
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