Chapter 1: The Way My Rich Ex-Boyfriend Died
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Can people who don't love each other have children?
It was the afternoon before the National Day holiday, and the entire department was not focused on work. Ning Ye was no exception and started slacking off, which led her to this question on her phone.
She hesitated for a moment, then silently clicked on it. The top-rated comment was:
"Of course, fertility has nothing to do with emotional state; it depends on your physical condition, the frequency of sexual activity, and whether you use contraception. Emotionally speaking, men may want children even without love because it costs them nothing..."
Ning Ye closed her eyes; she didn't want to think about how the child came to be.
...Although that's certainly how the child came to be.
She retrieved her phone and glanced at the time; there were still two hours until she got off work. A sense of anxiety she hadn't felt in a long time welled up inside her.
The child at home is about to wake up from their afternoon nap.
Colleagues secretly glanced at the leader's workstation, already preparing to retreat in a measured manner. Sister Zhou, standing nearby, quietly picked up the mooncake gift box beside her. Turning her head, she saw Ning Ye's fair face slightly lowered, the curve from her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose incredibly beautiful, also frequently checking her watch. Sister Zhou smiled knowingly.
"It's okay to leave early today. The new boss is very generous and won't mind."
Wujiang Group is now a technology giant. In recent years, it has risen to prominence in many fields such as intelligent computing, AI models, intelligent driving, and audiovisual. It had just changed hands a week before Ning Yesheng came to the headquarters. The new president is extremely young and his appearance is so striking that it shocks the business world. The corporate atmosphere is relatively relaxed.
Generous...not petty?
Ning Ye was lost in thought for a moment, and then, as if remembering something, she whispered "Happy Holidays" to Sister Zhou, who had already left her seat.
A down-to-earth and unassuming beauty always wins people's hearts. When Ning Ye first arrived, most of them were blown away by her beauty, but the young woman herself was very low-key. She just sat at her workstation from morning till night every day. In just a few days, many young men inquired about her, both openly and secretly.
So before leaving, Sister Zhou winked and said, "I'm in a hurry to pick up my child. What about you? Are you in a hurry to go on a trip with your partner?"
Ning Ye really wanted to sigh deeply now, "That's not true."
Everyone does it for the sake of their children.
Sister Zhou is right. It's rare to have an eight-day holiday when National Day coincides with Mid-Autumn Festival, and everyone is eager to go home. As long as they don't run into trouble with the boss, everything will be fine. Ning Ye watched her team leader's departing figure, picked up her bag, and quietly slipped into the elevator.
Ding, the elevator doors opened.
Under the cold light, a pair of dark, deep eyes slowly opened.
Unfortunately, my boss was standing inside.
"..."
The man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, with his tall and slender figure and cold, superior aura, greatly diminished the sense of space in the elevator car.
Bian Xun is the current head of Wujiang Group.
As soon as Ning Ye saw him, her almond-shaped eyes darted around quickly, as if she were trying to escape something.
At this moment, only three-tenths of her feeling was guilt for being caught by her boss; the remaining seven-tenths was doubt and speculation about her future.
But clearly, some people don't think so.
Bian Xun's cool, expressionless black eyes swept lightly across her face before moving downwards, pausing for a second on the backpack beside her. He then aloofly turned his gaze away and asked his assistant behind him:
What time is it?
The assistant coughed and looked at Ning Ye with sympathy. "3:30."
A faint, ambiguous sneer.
Ning Ye clenched her fists.
The assistant glanced at the slender girl outside the elevator, then, sensing his boss's intentions, stepped aside to let her in. "Miss Ning, happy holiday!"
Ning Ye was also carrying a mooncake gift box from the company in her bag, with the handle sticking out.
"Assistant Zhang, you are too."
She entered the elevator and consciously moved to a corner, keeping a distance from the man in the middle.
But the elevator doors closed with a ding, and the mirror reflected light, catching Ning Ye off guard and posing her face directly in the mirror again.
A long-awaited reunion.
The young girl stood diagonally behind the well-dressed man in a suit, wearing a light beige shirt tucked into brown trousers. She was slender with dimples and peach-blossom cheeks, and still looked like a student from many years ago, as if time had not passed by her.
Ning Ye's heart had already grown weary. She subtly scrutinized Bian Xun's still damnably handsome features, trying to discern his genetic traits or dominant genes.
Compared to six years ago, Bian Xun seems to have grown taller.
He was already tall and outstanding when he was in school, and now he has an aura of being above others.
However, compared to the wealth he has now accumulated at an astounding pace, the minor changes in appearance seem insignificant.
His wealth in the future should be no less than it is now...
She was lost in thought when suddenly, the man's cold voice rang out again.
"A new employee?"
Before Ning Ye could react, Assistant Zhang had already answered in a well-trained manner: "Yes, Ms. Ning is a new employee in the business unit and is still going through the procedures."
Bian Xun treated her like a stranger, his eyes revealing harshness and alienation.
"Does the union also give gift boxes to employees who haven't completed the process?"
"..." Ning Ye closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
If it weren't for her kids loving chocolate-filled mooncakes, would she have carried them all the way back?
If he's so picky about a box of mooncakes, why doesn't he just kill himself with stinginess?
Assistant Zhang could only manage an awkward laugh. He hadn't expected President Bian to target employees who left early like this. He could only fill the silence as the elevator descended: "It's all because our Wujiang Union has always valued employee benefits, which is thanks to our company's excellent operations and the large and stable financial chain under President Bian's guidance..."
In other words, because he is good.
He is rich.
Ning Ye remained expressionless for a moment, then suddenly felt relieved.
You're good as long as you have money.
The elevator finally arrived at the first floor. Ning Ye carried the gift box and left, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes behind.
Once she was gone, his deep, cold black eyes slowly lifted, watching her flutter out of the company gate like a butterfly, gradually moving further and further away from him once again.
Assistant Zhang explained in a low voice, "After all, it's a holiday."
The boss didn't say anything.
Assistant Zhang relaxed and smiled to ease the tension, "Maybe the young lady is in a hurry to meet her boyfriend."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill suddenly ran through the elevator.
Looking up again, the young president was already parked on B1, walking towards the garage on his own, as if it were an illusion.
…
When Ning Ye rushed home, the little boy had just gotten up and was sitting on the bed waking up.
The apartment she rented was very small; you could see the whole place as soon as you opened the door.
The west-facing window was bathed in the warm sunlight, and the four-year-old girl was basking in the soft glow. Her black hair lay softly, with a tuft of fluffy hair on top. Her cheeks were soft and fair, and her features were delicately sculpted. Her round eyes, like black grapes, sparkled the moment Ning Ye appeared.
--"Mother!"
To be honest, no one who commutes home is not tired. Ning Ye rushed back by subway and was carrying things. Her hair and clothes were all messed up, and she was actually a bit disheveled.
But the child's adoring gaze, as if she had just returned from a hunt, gave her a strange sense of accomplishment.
Seeing the large gift box Ning Ye was carrying, the little girl jumped up from the bed, her big eyes full of confusion: "Why didn't Daddy help Mommy carry it? Aren't Mommy and Daddy from the same company?"
The thought of who her father was made Ning Ye's stomach ache.
Who would have thought that she became a mother overnight, just three days ago?
It was on the day she was successfully promoted from the branch office to the headquarters of Wujiang that Ning Ye learned that the company had undergone a complete overhaul in just one week. The heir of the Bian family, who had been training abroad for six years, returned to the country with an outstanding resume and took over the top position in Wujiang.
That day, Ning Ye saw the young CEO, surrounded by admirers, walking past from afar, and she actually had an urge to run away immediately.
What's worse than meeting your ex who's a dog is that when you meet him again, he's in a high position and incredibly wealthy.
After years of hard work, she became his employee.
But before she could vent her grief, she found a little girl on her way home from get off work.
To save money, Ning Ye rented an apartment far from her company. When the little girl appeared, she was glittering with gold and dressed in what could even be described as expensive clothes, completely out of place with the surrounding remote scenery. Yet, she buried her face in Ning Ye's arms and affectionately called her "Mommy~".
Seeing Ning Ye rushing to the subway, looking travel-worn, and living in such a remote place, Dudu's face vividly conveyed the words "heartbroken," and she handed over an exquisitely stamped silver black card with her small round hands.
"Mom, don't be afraid, I'll steal Dad's money to support you!"
Ning Ye was stunned.
As a working adult, she knew the significance of this card; it was a black card specifically designed for a very small number of high-net-worth clients. And in the upper right corner of the card was a line of cursive abbreviations: Xun.
The child said that she was her mother and Bian Xun was her father.
This card belongs to Dad, and the password is Mom's birthday.
What's frightening is that the child's birthday was accurate, and they even knew details like Ning Ye's parents giving a slightly different birth date by a month.
Moreover, she looks exactly like Ning Ye when she was a child, and when she moves, she looks like a miniature figurine of her.
Ning Ye was completely dumbfounded and had no choice but to take the child home first.
She had a paternity test done, and the report hasn't come out yet, but she's already starting to believe it.
She just couldn't understand it. The breakup was so awkward, and Bian Xun still looked at her like an enemy. How could they possibly become her parents in the future?
To this day, she has not used this card.
The thin black card lay on the table, its hot stamping process exquisite. The card surface shimmered with a low-key yet luxurious luster under different lights, like a black hole containing endless wealth.
For the past three days, Ning Ye has been trying to take care of the child. The child is already quite intelligent and well-behaved; at only four years old, he can wash his face, brush his teeth, and dress himself. However, Ning Ye can still feel the strain of caring for a child alone.
She has to go to work, so these past few days she has been having breakfast at home with her child before going to the company. At noon, she packs up food from the cafeteria and rushes back to eat with her child. Before leaving, she turns off the power at home and lets her child take a nap. She will rush back as soon as possible after the child wakes up.
After two days of traveling back and forth, she was exhausted. If it weren't for the long holiday today, she would have had a hard time keeping up.
But if she could cancel the lease on this apartment, pay the penalty for early termination, rent a new one near her company, and find a reliable and high-quality kindergarten near her home, then everything would be much easier.
Raising a child is not a one-person job.
Ning Ye was all alone and didn't care about spending time and energy on it.
All of this can be accomplished with just one thing: money.
The little girl opened the chocolate-filled mooncake and bounced around with excited little legs. Even though it was just a free gift box from the company, her happiness was very simple.
Their taste preferences are the same as Ning Ye's.
Ning Ye looked at it for a while, then picked up the black card on the table.
She tried it that day, and the card really works.
She entered the password as prompted, and the card appeared in her payment app.
After receiving this card, her payment page was completely transformed into a luxurious black interface with flowing silver light.
These past two days, every time she makes a payment on the software, this option appears in the payment section. Several times she couldn't resist her curiosity and wanted to try it, but she always refrained from doing so because of legal consequences.
She was a law-abiding citizen and was afraid of being arrested.
This card was found in the future and brought to the present by the child.
If there can only be one card in the same time and space, wouldn't it be lost if we search for it now?
But judging from his current state, it doesn't seem like he lost any valuables.
Ning Ye decided to give it a try.
The first transaction should be a safe amount, the kind that won't land you in jail even if you're caught with abnormal fund outflows.
How much should I spend?
…
A black Maybach drives through the twilight.
In the back seat, Bian Xun silently watched the street scene.
Years have passed, and these streets have changed, but some people still look the same as before.
Assistant Zhang was sitting quietly in the passenger seat when he suddenly heard a cold voice from inside the car.
"stop."
The driver hurriedly agreed and pulled over to the side of the road. Assistant Zhang was confused, but then saw the boss get out of the car and walk towards an elegantly decorated pastry shop.
Assistant Zhang also knows this company. It became popular because of its new style of mooncakes, which are exquisitely designed and more expensive than regular mooncakes, costing about 300 yuan per box.
But Mr. Bian never eats these things.
Bian Xun walked into the store, glanced around, and chose the gift box with the most chocolate filling. It was very well designed; when you opened the box, a bright moon and flowing clouds would rise inside.
Since the appearance hasn't changed, the taste should have remained the same as before.
The clerk blushed and asked him if he would pay by card or Alipay.
Bian Xun pulled a black card out of his wallet, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
The POS machine displayed a price of 368 yuan, but at a certain moment, the number on the small screen suddenly jumped, as if some algorithm had been incorporated.
When Bian Xun lowered his eyes and entered the password, the price had already reached 50368.00.
But this amount of money was nothing to him.
Bian Xun paid indifferently and bought 12 mooncakes for 50,000 yuan.
On the other hand, Ning Yehua snagged a set of thinking skills courses for children under six years old for just 5.00 yuan in a flash sale.
The world was calm, and no one called to accuse her of telecom fraud.
No legal department came to investigate or say she was suspected of attacking other people's accounts.
The money in the future will really be enough to spend.
From then on, it wouldn't be as simple as just five yuan.
I have to say, the anxiety I've felt since finding the child finally eased at this moment.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Takeout!"
Ning Ye felt a pang of guilt. She hadn't ordered anything. Now that there was a child at home, she was more cautious than before. She peered through the peephole for a long time to make sure the deliveryman had left before slowly pushing the door open a crack.
There was an exquisitely crafted box on the ground by the door; it looked like a pastry box.
A note from the company was tucked into the box, with a short line of penmanship; the handwriting was cold and slender, and looked very familiar.
"Eat something good, this is expensive."
Ning Ye's forehead twitched, and she couldn't resist taking a picture and using image recognition to search for the price.
The official discounted price after coupon is 298, "...?"
Does that mean it's very expensive for her?
Not satisfied with just that, he even had something worth less than three hundred yuan delivered to humiliate her.
Ning Ye looked up at the sky.
It's been six years since we broke up, and our child is old enough to finish elementary school.
Bian Xun is still as neurotic as ever.
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