31
Today wasn't Friday.
No.
The child was still next door.
That wasn't right either.
For a moment, Bian Xun lost his basic ability to think.
This was incredibly rare for him.
Yet, even with his mind burning in chaos, his body's instincts remained flawlessly precise.
The instant she threw herself at him, his arm instinctively wrapped around the small of her back, his thigh lifting to support her weight, as if they had rehearsed this a thousand times.
"What are you... doing?" His voice sounded as if it had been scorched by alcohol. His usually cold, mint-like tone was tinged with a husky hoarseness, matching the current darkness in his eyes.
Ning Ye found it hard to describe what she was doing.
She was extremely nervous.
This nervousness even surpassed the physical act she was about to perform.
When a person's mind is under extreme tension, their movements become distorted, and she was acting completely subconsciously.
Thus, the arduous task of undoing his belt was stretched out infinitely. Bian Xun lowered his gaze, watching steadily. Her slender fingertips were not far from it, teasingly close, brushing against it and pulling away in a way that felt like torture to it—or rather, to him.
Visible sweat gathered at Bian Xun's temples.
Blue veins snaked across his cool, pale skin, as if something was pulsing violently within his blood vessels. He forced himself to take deep breaths, his chest heaving, every finely sculpted muscle in his body tightening with each inhalation.
In front of him, she kept her head down. All he could see was the soft whorl of her hair and the elegant, upturned tip of her nose beneath her forehead.
That head was so small, yet it felt as if it could be pressed down heavily, or cradled in the palm of his hand, so close and inextricably linked to him.
The guiding fuse found its spark, and with a bang, countless fragments of tactile memories began to break frantically out of their cage.
Ning Ye's face was flushed red, but her eyes were resolute.
As she fumbled tremblingly with his belt, she felt a profound sense of mission. A sacred feeling hovered over her head, as if she were wearing a burning angel's halo, bearing the weight of a little life's destiny.
So, even though her palms and elbows brushed against muscles that were vigorous and taut; even though the dark eyes before her were as deep as a churning ocean, and his handsome, pale face was a picture of restrained endurance, radiating an intensely ascetic eroticism—
Ning Ye's mood remained almost solemn!
They were supposed to be making a baby, but the baby already existed. This was a paradox in the present continuous tense.
She could only call it: creating history.
A mother's strength knows no bounds!
The belt was unbuckled, and the hem of the man's shirt had been pulled into a messy disarray, exposing what lay beneath.
Only then did Ning Ye's eyes feel as if they had been burned, and she hastily looked away.
Abs.
...Even more beautiful than before.
Despite her solemn mindset, faced with Bian Xun, she couldn't help but steal a few glances.
Even in his youth, his bone structure had been beautiful. He had lived a pampered life, yet lean, healthy muscles perfectly covered his body, offering just the right sense of strength.
Now, he had the physique of a mature man. His muscle lines were firmer and smoother, distinctly defined, breathing with vitality. Faintly visible below his waist was a narrowing V-line, punctuated by a single red mole that served as an anchor, his broad shoulders and narrow waist forming a perfect inverted triangle.
She really loved his cool, pale skin.
Cold and aloof, not flashy, but possessing a high-quality luster that seemed to flow along his muscles.
Ning Ye was dazzled for two seconds by the scenery beneath his clothes.
This face and this man, even after six years, still commanded her deep, physical appreciation.
Steeling her heart, Ning Ye continued to pull downwards.
The man finally grabbed her hand, applying enough force that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. "Are you sure?"
If they continued, they would be a couple again.
He would forget how she had abandoned him six years ago.
It was as if whales were hidden in those deep, ocean-like dark eyes.
The light rippled softly.
Ning Ye's hands were soft, her porcelain-white face flushed like pink glaze, but she still nodded. Just as Bian Xun's dark eyes turned dangerous, he heard her soft yet resolute voice—
"It's all for the child."
The dangerous glint in the man's eyes instantly receded.
After a moment of blank confusion, it was replaced by sheer fury.
He leaned back against the sofa, glaring at the person in front of him.
For the child? To find a father for the child? So that was why she was getting intimate with him.
Anger, intertwined with another unnamable fire, flared darkly within him.
Ning Ye, of course, had no intention of lying to him. In her view, Bian Xun was currently her most important strategic partner, and the biggest reason they were together was the child, so she spoke with complete candor.
Bian Xun's dark eyes burned like stars, his chest aching from the fiery rage.
Yet, even in his fury, he couldn't bear to throw her off.
Ning Ye just tremblingly tried to straddle him.
Completely forgetting she was still wearing pants.
The veins at Bian Xun's temples throbbed wildly. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, yet his palms involuntarily reached out to steady her.
Someone was unfamiliar, clumsy, her strength feeble, and her gaze even a bit cowardly—yet with just the slightest movement, she took complete control.
This was the first time Ning Ye had ever taken the dominant role in this kind of thing.
Because in the past, it had always been Bian Xun.
At times like this, she used to be like a small boat in a tempest, trembling and swaying amidst the violent storms and crashing waves, following his voice and commands.
But this time, surprisingly, she was the one taking charge. Bian Xun made no move to seize back the control; instead, he watched her with cold, intense eyes the entire time, waiting to see just how far she would go.
Ning Ye was actually under immense pressure.
Because she couldn't be sure if it was the right day.
It was too difficult. No one had given her any details; she could only guess. There had probably never been such a dilemma in the history of the world: exactly when were you supposed to conceive your already four-year-old, perfectly well-behaved daughter?
If it was today, she couldn't bear the consequences of missing it.
If it wasn't today, would it affect the child later on?
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Ning Ye's mind, completely suppressing any distracting thoughts about Bian Xun, leaving only a pure, maternal mindset.
By now, Bian Xun had adjusted his breathing. Taking long, deep breaths through his thin lips while holding her steady, he spoke calmly, "If you're really only doing this for the child, then I suggest you think it over carefully."
Ning Ye looked up, her lips slightly parted. The heat had made her eyelashes damp and heavy, drooping towards the corners of her eyes, making her look unexpectedly aggrieved and helpless.
Bian Xun's heart suddenly softened. He was just about to gentle his tone when that hint of helplessness vanished as quickly as morning dew. With a gaze as determined as someone taking a solemn oath, Ning Ye forcefully yanked her own pants down.
Bian Xun was burning up so much he was practically seeing stars.
He couldn't look away. A scrap of light green floral fabric caught his eye. Just before large expanses of porcelain white and cool-toned skin could press together, he grabbed her hand, looking as if he were about to flip her over in the next second and take charge.
Both his resentment and desire were on the verge of exploding.
The man flexed his powerful arm muscles, and just as their positions were about to reverse, Ning Ye suddenly clutched her stomach.
"!"
Her knees twisted together, and a troubled look suddenly washed over her flushed face as if she had just realized something. She hurriedly pushed him down. "Today isn't the right day—"
Then, scrambling up in a flurry, she turned and bolted into the bathroom.
Bian Xun, having been groped all over and with his shirt wide open, was left hanging there.
The aloof, ascetic young CEO looked as if he had been irresponsibly ravished—and not even ravished all the way.
After a long time, a voice practically grinding its teeth echoed through the presidential suite.
"Fine."
...
Ning Ye's stomach felt uncomfortable all night.
However, this period came at the perfect time, as if preordained by fate, reminding her that today was not the day the child would be conceived.
Thank goodness!
Ning Ye even felt forgiving toward her menstrual cramps. In the middle of the night, she boiled some water in the hotel, poured it into a bottle, and hugged it, barely managing to drift in and out of a hazy sleep.
Bian Xun must have left the room shortly after she got up, probably feeling speechless at her.
Ning Ye let out a soft sigh, but there was nothing she could do. They were the child's mother and father, so this responsibility could only fall on the two of them.
However, after this menstrual cycle ended, her biological cycle would become clearer, and she should be able to pinpoint the date for the child more accurately.
Just once will be enough!
It wouldn't be needed often.
Before Ning Ye finally fell asleep, her mind was filled with Bian Xun's dark, cold, and angry eyes. They carried a hidden fire that the wind couldn't blow out, looking as if it would burn all night.
He seemed truly angry.
Of course.
Tonight, there was someone else so angry they couldn't sleep.
"Master, we really have no choice. The Young Master is right around that child; we can't make a move."
"Besides, that child is so cute, I almost don't have the heart to do it..."
"Useless trash!" Old Master Bian roared over the phone. "Can't you use your brains?!"
"Their conference ends tomorrow, so they will definitely check out... After the mother and daughter check out, and before the cleaners go in to tidy up, you go in and search!"
"Is there no hair from the child? No used toothbrush? No toilet paper used to wipe her bottom?!"
Old Master Bian was truly mentally and physically exhausted.
He absolutely had to throw a paternity test right in Bian Xun's face to make him snap out of it.
Even now, Old Master Bian felt that Bian Xun was deliberately trying to anger him, but in reality, he had truly taken this child as his own. Otherwise, Bian Xun's brain must be fried.
"M-Master, toilet paper used for wiping bottoms probably won't work..."
"Get lost!"
...
The next morning.
The water bottle in Ning Ye's arms had long gone cold, pressing against her stomach like a mild block of ice.
She propped herself up on her arms and rubbed her belly.
Her menstrual cramps weren't too severe. During college, she once carelessly ran eight hundred meters on her second day, and only since then did she start having dull aches. However, she only felt fatigued and a heavy sensation in her abdomen for the first two days, with occasional throbbing pain. With Ning Ye's personality, she could endure it; usually, pressing something hot against it would make it better.
Today was the last day of the conference. There was only a half-day of work deployment, deepening of topics, and concluding remarks. After the meeting, the whole department would hold a celebration banquet, and then they would head back to Beijing.
Just in case, Ning Ye ordered ibuprofen and sanitary pads on her phone, but hotel delivery couldn't be brought upstairs. It was still early, so she planned to eat breakfast with Ning Zhitao and go down to get it a bit later.
A small head popped up over the edge of the bed. Ning Zhitao looked at her. "Mommy, where does it hurt?"
Seeing her, Ning Ye suddenly remembered that when she had thrown herself onto Bian Xun the night before, the little girl was right next door, and the door wasn't even closed. Her face instantly flushed red.
She had heard before that some couples would pretend to be playing a human-stacking game when their child suddenly walked in.
Ning Ye could suddenly understand that kind of awkwardness.
Lesson learned, lesson learned.
Ning Ye didn't force herself to pretend she was fine. She patted Ning Zhitao's head. "My tummy hurts a little."
A pair of grape-like eyes instantly filled with worry. Ning Zhitao clung to the mattress and asked eagerly, "Mommy, are you going to have a baby?"
Ning Ye stared blankly for a moment, then smiled. "Well, it doesn't hurt quite that much."
Ning Zhitao pattered around, running in circles around the room to fetch clothes and hot water for her, looking just like a little puppy fetching slippers.
A faint warmth welled up in Ning Ye's heart. Raising a child meant that love was mutual.
The two ate breakfast in the room. Ning Ye checked the delivery app and saw that the items she ordered had arrived.
Her stomach hurt a lot when she stood up. She wondered if she had caught a chill after pulling off her waistband last night—if she had known, she wouldn't have been so bold.
Bian Xun had his clothes pulled off by her for even longer; would he catch a chill too?
Probably not. Ning Ye recalled the moment and only felt that everywhere she touched had been extremely hot; his whole body had felt like it was burning up.
A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her.
Ning Zhitao volunteered, raising her hand. "Mommy, I'll go get the delivery for you!"
Ning Ye certainly couldn't let the little girl go by herself. She thought for a moment and slowly shuffled to the room door, wondering if she could ask Bian Xun or someone around him for a favor.
Just as she rested her head against the peephole, she saw the door opposite hers open. The man was already looking cold and disciplined, fully armored from head to toe in a perfectly fitted dark black suit. His loose black hair had been lightly styled, revealing a cool, pale forehead. What was even rarer was that he wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose—
An aura of icy, high intelligence rushed toward her.
It was a stark contrast to his half-undressed appearance from last night.
The CEO was strikingly handsome, but his complexion was clearly not great. The cold corners of his eyes didn't even glance toward the opposite door. He merely paused for a second before striding away without looking back, with Assistant Zhang hurrying behind him.
A faint atmosphere of a cold war lingered in the hallway.
Ning Ye pulled her head back from the peephole. It seemed she couldn't ask them for help. She tried to stretch her cold limbs from sleeping and planned to wear something thicker to go down and get it herself.
Unexpectedly, just as she turned back to the door, there was a gentle knock.
Confused, Ning Ye opened it and found Jiang Xinghe standing about a meter away outside the door, holding her delivery bag in his hand. With a slightly embarrassed look on his handsome face, he handed it to her. "This is yours, right? I was downstairs picking something up and happened to see the rider leave it at the front desk."
"Yes!" Ning Ye took it gratefully. "Thank you, Xiao Jiang. I was just about to go down and get it."
"No problem." Jiang Xinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he instinctively wanted to bring it up for her, he realized that doing so would let him see Ning Ye's room number, and he wasn't sure if she would mind.
It became even more awkward after he picked it up, as he discovered she had bought feminine products. He didn't know if bringing them would be offensive.
But he figured she was probably in need of them, so he brought them up anyway.
Ning Zhitao trotted out from the living room and waved happily. "Uncle Dr. Jiang!"
Jiang Xinghe smiled and didn't correct the child's form of address. "Hello, Taotao."
It wasn't convenient for him to intrude, especially in this situation. After speaking, he took a few steps back. "Take your medicine and see how you feel. If you're still uncomfortable, let me know anytime. There isn't much to do for today's wrap-up work."
Ning Ye nodded gratefully. "Okay."
After Jiang Xinghe left, Ning Ye was about to close the door when the vertically challenged Ning Zhitao suddenly let out a sound of surprise.
A child's field of vision is at the height of adults' knees, so only she noticed the ground. She suddenly squatted down by the door and picked up a paper bag. "Mommy, is this our delivery too?"
Ning Ye took it and found that inside the paper bag was actually a box of warm baby heating pads.
When was this 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 hadn't knocked on the door, so she didn't know how long it had been sitting there.
"Mommy, what is this?"
"These are warm babies."
Ning Zhitao scratched her head. "Then what kind of baby am I?"
Ning Ye smiled, "You are a good baby."
...
The Rongzhi Conference finally came to a successful conclusion. The department leaders were very satisfied and requested that everyone must attend the celebration banquet at noon today to distribute benefits.
"Is President Bian attending?" the leader asked his subordinates at the top of his lungs.
"We did a great job with customer retention for this conference. President Bian seems to be discussing a project with Rongke right now."
"Go invite him again! Make sure to ask President Bian to do us the honor of attending."
Ning Ye recalled the man's expression this morning, dark and cold, and felt that he probably wouldn't attend.
However, Bian Xun was still taking care of the child. Summoned by the group owner, the two of them had communicated in the Little Genius group. Bian Xun would keep Taotao by his side in the morning and let her eat before going back for a nap.
With the work basically finished, Ning Ye also breathed a sigh of relief. There were no mistakes throughout the entire process this time, all tasks were completed well, and the team leader was quite approving.
The noon celebration banquet was held right at the venue. The long tables used during the meeting were removed by the conference staff and replaced with round dining tables. The words on the large screen were also changed to an internal template, reading "Warmly Celebrate the Successful Completion of the Rongzhi Conference of Wujiang Group's Business Division".
Ning Ye sat at the same table as Sister Zhou, Jiang Xinghe, and the others, located in the middle-back section.
The department had an ample budget. Today, they hired a famous local restaurant in Hang City to cater on-site, and seasonal appetizers were served first.
Once people were idle, their gossiping hearts rekindled. Sister Zhou secretly peeked at Ning Ye.
After the news spread online that day, Sister Zhou immediately caught wind of it and was dying to know if the child beside President Bian was really his.
If it was his, it couldn't possibly be Ning Ye's, right? She was so young, how could she have such an old child? But from the looks of it, it couldn't be Movie Queen Xu's either. She had scoured the internal and external networks and felt that President Bian had absolutely no interest in Movie Queen Xu??
But soon the power of capital obviously intervened, and internal discussions within the company were strictly prohibited. So Sister Zhou leaned more toward the idea that it was another child of the Bian family, or President Bian's own illegitimate child—
Looking at it that way, Sister Zhou glanced at Jiang Xinghe, who was pouring hot tea for Ning Ye, and felt that Xiao Jiang was much better!
A second-marriage man was a big no!
The wealthy families of Jing City were as deep as the sea; it was much more practical and respectable to have a family that ran a hospital.
Unfortunately, she didn't dare say it out loud.
Various main dishes began to be served. Sister Zhou picked up her chopsticks and chatted casually, "Sigh, the good days are over. When I get back, I have to attend a parent-teacher meeting for my child. Parent-teacher meetings these days have so much content. Parents even have to break the ice with each other, introduce themselves, and build a networking web. Just thinking about it makes me tired."
Ning Ye nodded. Taotao's kindergarten was the same; they had a meeting this coming Friday after going back.
She had also learned a bit from Teacher Youzi. She heard that the parent-teacher meeting activities at Xialu Kindergarten were very rich.
Besides these regular items, in previous years there were also game segments where parents had to identify their children and children had to identify their parents, aimed at closing the distance of blood ties and family affection, allowing harmonious parent-child interaction.
Ning Ye wasn't sure if Bian Xun would go. During this conference trip, Bian Xun had taken care of the child more, so she could put in more effort once they returned.
What's more, after this public opinion operation, Xu Lanyi couldn't possibly give up. Her son was still in the same class as Taotao. If Bian Xun didn't go to the parent-teacher meeting, there might actually be fewer troubles...
Sister Zhou talked a lot more about children going to school. As Ning Ye listened, she found that it seemed quite similar to Ning Zhitao's current educational environment?
"Sister Zhou, how old is your baby again?"
Sister Zhou smiled happily, opened her phone, and showed her a photo. "Starting preschool this year, three and a half years old~"
"..."
Ning Ye looked at the little baby's photo, praising it while feeling a sense of awe in her heart.
Sister Zhou was five years older than her.
But her child was a year younger than hers.
Who could she reason with about this.
Jiang Xinghe, as the only person who knew about Ning Ye's daughter's situation, kept a normal expression and served a bowl of chicken soup to both Sister Zhou and Ning Ye. The ladies at the table all teased him, and Ning Ye accepted the soup bowl with a smile.
—"President Bian! You're here."
The man in the elegant black suit walked into the venue right at this moment. His figure was noble and upright, his temperament cold and independent. Amidst the surrounding crowd, he accurately captured that warm scene.
The color of the man's eyes under his silver-rimmed glasses grew even colder.
Having stayed awake all night, alternating between ice and fire, some people were actually as comfortable as usual.
While some people, as soon as they closed their eyes last night, saw those two straight, slender legs after she pulled aside her pants.
The sparse fabric with plain white and light green lace, the slight bit of flesh squeezed at the edges; pure to the extreme, it became boundless allure.
And then it abruptly stopped.
...
...The thirst was hard to quench.
Bian Xun raised his fingertips, pushed up his glasses frame, and his expression returned to coldness.
Before she figured out what she really wanted, he refused any communication.
Bian Xun swept a glance over their table from the corner of his eye and sat down coldly in an empty seat at the main table.
It was best for this world not to provoke him.
With the CEO attending, the drinks at the venue started flowing. A bottle of white liquor was added to each table, along with some lower-proof red wine.
At this time, the celebration banquet was already halfway through, and the employee benefits segment that everyone was most looking forward to had finally arrived.
A lottery sequence similar to a large roulette wheel appeared on the big screen at the venue, drawing prizes based on everyone's employee numbers. This meant that everyone, including President Bian, had a chance of winning.
The prizes were divided into special, first, second, and third prizes. Each prize category had over a dozen winners, so the probability of winning was quite high.
Ning Ye drank the hot chicken soup and saw Sister Zhou beside her digging vigorously in her bag, then very piously pulling out a bracelet and wrapping it in her palm.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Ning Ye recognized at a glance that it was the consecrated eighteen-seed bracelet she had prayed for at the temple the day before.
It was also a token for seeking wealth.
Ning Ye originally didn't care much about the lottery, but at this moment, remembering that she had also worked hard climbing the steps to pray for wealth, and that there was the karma money Bian Xun had tossed in, she suddenly started to care.
Her financial luck couldn't possibly just be the five times salary offered by the competitor company, could it??
The talk about education costs, upbringing costs, money, money, money that someone had instilled in her ear was still fresh in her mind.
Ning Ye sat up straight and raised her head.
Beside her, Jiang Xinghe had just finished communicating with the waiter and told her in a low voice, "Our table has a lot of girls, so we can add a pot of mulled wine. Do you want to drink some?"
"What do you mean a lot of girls? I think it's mainly for Xiao Ye!" a colleague at the table teased.
Ning Ye smiled and praised him very openly: "Dr. Xiao Jiang is just a big warm-hearted guy."
Sister Zhou immediately joined in: "Dr. Xiao Jiang, warm me up a bit too!"
The atmosphere instantly relaxed. Jiang Xinghe smiled gently, his eyelashes drooping slightly when he looked at Ning Ye, understanding in his heart that she was actually always maintaining a sense of boundaries.
It was just that she wasn't feeling well, and a certain someone wasn't by her side.
Someone had to take care of her a little, right?
The mulled wine that was served carried the warm aroma of oranges. The alcohol content had already evaporated, and the sweet aftertaste of cinnamon and apples lingered in the grape-colored liquid, winning unanimous praise from the whole table.
Ning Ye appreciated the gesture in her heart and drank two cups in a row.
The first winning employee number had also been drawn. The whole audience watched nervously. After the last digit appeared, a team leader at the next table stood up, his face glowing red, "Thank you to the company, thank you President Bian!"
The winners stood up from their seats one by one. Even the third prize guaranteed a thousand-yuan shopping voucher, which could be used on the Wujiang official website with no minimum spending requirement.
That was how black-hearted capitalists operated!
Although it was a self-produced and self-sold reward, their company's product line was, after all, the most competitive in the industry. This shopping voucher could easily be resold on the secondhand market for 999 yuan, making it equivalent to real money.
Who wouldn't care about that?
The draw proceeded all the way to the second prize, and surprisingly, Jiang Xinghe, who was sitting next to her, won. When the warm and gentlemanly man stood up, the whole table responded enthusiastically, cheering and hyping him up until Jiang Xinghe's thin skin flushed red.
Ning Ye also clapped loudly, the corners of her eyes and lips filled with a sincere smile. Hurry up and go, Dr. Xiao Jiang.
Jiang Xinghe lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
This scene was incredibly harmonious: the man was gentle, and the woman was radiant.
At the main table, someone quietly dropped a spoon.
Once Jiang Xinghe left, the spirit supporting Sister Zhou collapsed by half. The last second prize has been drawn, that was five thousand yuan! Ahhhh.
There were still seven first prizes and three grand prizes.
Sister Zhou pinched her eighteen-seed prayer beads, silently reciting her employee number. Unexpectedly, after chanting it eight hundred times, it actually appeared on the screen!
Sister Zhou stood up in excitement. It really worked!
The first prize was a ten-thousand-yuan shopping voucher, which meant one could pretty much pick any of Wujiang's smart home appliances at will.
Ning Ye watched with envy, but remembering that she had also won a ten-thousand-yuan coupon before, she suddenly felt that her financial luck might have arrived too early.
Sure enough, she didn't win any of the last three grand prizes—a thirty-thousand-yuan travel fund.
Could it be that her desire for wealth wasn't sincere enough?
The CEO personally went on stage to present the awards, and all three winning employees were glowing.
Thank you, Mr. Bian. Our employee benefits are truly great! The department head clapped.
This was just a department gathering, yet they had drawn two to three hundred thousand yuan in prizes!
Bian Xun remained expressionless.
The real employee benefits had already reached over eighty million.
Heh.
The people on both Ning Ye's left and right had won prizes, so she could only bravely hug herself.
Falling into Bian Xun's eyes from afar, he smiled coldly.
Very good. Even though she had no feelings for him.
At least she had feelings for money.
...
After the banquet ended, Ning Ye avoided the crowd, bypassed to a separate elevator outside the hotel, and went up to the top floor, planning to check if Taotao had woken up.
She was preparing to check out and leave shortly.
Leaning against the elevator wall, she realized that drinking those two glasses of mulled wine had left her slightly tipsy.
Although most of the alcohol had evaporated, some remained. When she covered her mouth and exhaled, there was still a sweet orange scent.
Ready to pack up and go home.
She stepped out of the elevator. The carpet in the hallway on this floor was very soft, causing her to stumble a half-step and lean against the wall.
Ning Ye shook her head, thinking that next time she was making a baby, she definitely shouldn't drink.
It might be bad for the child's health, and the quality of the little tadpoles would also suffer.
Ning Ye moved sluggishly, slowly shuffling to her room door. Just as she was about to swipe her card, the door opposite her suddenly opened behind her, and she was pulled straight inside by a pair of slender arms.
The door closed.
The room was quiet.
Ning Ye leaned back against the door panel, looking up in shock. Her lips exhaled a warm orange scent, appearing glossy and deep red.
It seemed she had been warmed up very well by someone.
Bian Xun pinned her wrists, coldly lowering his dark eyes, all kinds of fires igniting in his heart.
But in the end, his gaze landed on her slightly parted lips.
She had made so many moves last night, yet forgot the simplest opening ceremony.
At the very least, she should have kissed him first.
The entryway light above his head was very bright, reflecting off his cold silver-rimmed glasses, dazzling Ning Ye so much that her vision blurred. She was feeling tipsy, but the moment she saw Bian Xun, this black-hearted boss, she subconsciously thought of her lost financial luck.
It had to be said that Bian Xun's financial hints over this period had taken effect, to the point that Ning Ye truly couldn't forget them.
Could it be that his fake affinity caused her prayers for wealth to fail?
Bian Xun saw her lips part slightly, murmuring something softly.
The aroma of cinnamon and orange filled the entryway, and the evaporated alcohol also permeated the air.
He was still mocking her in his heart, yet he couldn't help but lower his head, his nose inching closer to hers.
The corners of their lips drew near, and the sweet molecules in the air melted as if they had already been tasted in the mouth. The man pressed her against the door, binding her wrists, and simply lowered his head, about to kiss her.
Ning Ye felt the air thin out and mumbled something in an even dizzier state.
Even at such a close distance, it was hard to hear clearly. Bian Xun's gaze fell on the bead of her lip, and he finally spoke, his tone lightening considerably. ...Hmm?
Ning Ye: Where's the money...
Bian Xun closed his eyes. His usual brainwashing wasn't meant to be used at a time like this.
He hadn't seen her so fond of investing normally.
He was about to kiss her.
What was she thinking about?
The man clenched his jaw for a long moment, pressing dangerously close, his nose almost touching her cheek, their breaths intertwining.
Suddenly, Ning Ye's phone dinged. She snapped out of her drowsiness and hurriedly grabbed it to look.
Her eyes instantly lit up, and she pushed Bian Xun away at once. Praying for wealth really worked!
Her rental deposit had been refunded to her for some unknown reason??
It seemed there was a change in landlord, and the lease agreement needed to be updated—
They even refunded part of the rent she had already paid.
Added together, she got 11,000 yuan back!
Ning Ye was immediately overjoyed. She turned around, opened the room door, and prepared to take Taotao to check out and then go eat something delicious, completely unaware of the figure hastily hiding back into the corner of the hallway.
The door closed.
The kiss, missed by an inch, fell into thin air.
Bian Xun's expression was ugly. A few seconds later, he panted and punched the door, reached up to take off his glasses, and frowned as he picked up his lit-up phone.
Just received.
110 million.
The CEO put down the phone.
The CEO picked up the phone again and took a look.
? It was real.
Reason returned, and the sky was vast and the sea was wide.
The CEO straightened his lapels.
Forgiving the world for one minute.
Mr. Bian: I'm fine, but not completely fine.
As for what wasn't fine. Hmm.
Only 15 minutes earlier than yesterday, will try to be earlier tomorrow.
