{“Run away from home” 1}

Bian Yuan’s deep gaze swept over the little troublemaker who was throwing a tantrum.

Inevitably, his thoughts drifted back to the woman he had seen today.

Although he had read through everything about her countless times in the documents before, seeing that vibrant face in person still left Bian Yuan feeling that the connection between lives was somewhat miraculous.

From Bian Yixing’s perspective seven years later, he was no longer the emerging tycoon. His territory had been encroached upon, his client resources divided, and even his last piece of land had become a tourist spot for others.

Bian Yuan could hardly imagine that in such poverty and despair, that graceful woman would stick by his side, never leaving him.

In Bian Yuan’s established understanding, all women in the world were like his own mother—living for food and dying for wealth. There was nothing strange about that. But this Yu Suye was different, puzzling him as to why she insisted on staying by his side during his tough times.

Of course, that wasn’t the only important thing.

Through Bian Yixing’s words, the biggest revelation was the future where the gigantic ship that was Bianji Group would eventually sink.

Having foreseen the calm before the storm in his career, Bian Yuan naturally became more cautious in steering this big ship. At the very least, if she was still willing to stay with him, they couldn’t lead a hard life.

Just as Bian Yuan’s fingers touched the cold knife and fork, he was drawn to Bian Yixing’s actions.

“Dad, I’m talking to you.”

“Are you thinking about work again?” Bian Yixing pouted her cheeks, “Hmph, if I had known, I wouldn’t have told you anything.”

Bian Yuan’s face remained calm, his emotions unwavering. “What do you need?”

“I want to have dinner.”

He even had to personally carry her to the dining table.

Seeing today’s top-notch meal—Wellington steak and fries—the little one’s anger vanished instantly, but she still pleaded with her father to create more opportunities to meet her mother.

The little girl bowed, saying, “I just really want to see Mommy.”

“You’re so noisy, I almost want to pack you up tonight and send you to Yu Suye.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Bian Yixing said confidently.

Bian Yixing believed that whether in the past or present, her dad was a soft-hearted person despite his tough exterior.

“Be good to me, and when I figure out where the problem with your company is, I’ll be sure to tell you first.”

Bian Yuan didn’t really have high hopes for his daughter’s little brain.

“No need.”

He politely declined.

The lively little girl didn’t immediately retort but continued to speak clearly, “Even if my father is fully capable of solving all of this today, that doesn’t mean Xingxing can’t help Bianji Group grow.”

“Besides, if dad’s situation improves, you might even have a second child with mom in the future. No need to think about names, just use ‘Bianji’ as the name!”

She propped up her innocent little face with both hands and continued with her serious nonsense.

“My little brother or sister will be super smart and help dad share the burden…”

As Bian Yuan listened, he found himself actually picturing such a scene.

His wife was radiant, young children were always around, and the future of the company was thriving.

The garden’s lawn was lush, birds often visited, and there were “treasures” hidden in the weeds by the whole family.

A hint of doubt flashed through his mind—someone like him, who had never lived a normal life, could he really have such happiness?

Even in his daydreams, a self-mocking smile appeared on Bian Yuan’s lips. Soon, he realized that he had been completely charmed by a child.

“Bian Yixing!”

Bian Yixing put on a pitiful face that even the usually stern housekeeper could not bear but persuade the master to calm down after seeing it

Bian Yixing, of course, didn’t think she said anything wrong, but at this moment, her dad didn’t seem easy to talk to.

Right now, Dad was rich, had a house ten times bigger than before, could buy food from all over the world… but wasn’t easy to get along with.

Not at all like the mature dad in the future, who wouldn’t get angry, wouldn’t lecture her, and only told the most beautiful fairy tales—

Recalling those past scenes, she realized that while this current dad would help her put on shoes, even a child of three and a half could sense that he was fulfilling a duty rather than acting from the heart.

The little one grew angry again.

Feeling aggrieved, she finally asked the question that had been building up for days.

“Do you not want to be my dad?”

Bian Yuan responded logically, “Since you’re here, I’m your dad.”

“No, you’re not,” the fork hovered over her favorite golden fries, but she left the table, “You’re just a dad doing this because you have to, not my real dad.”

At least, this version of dad hadn’t given birth to her yet.

The more Bian Yixing thought about it, the more upset she became. Her arrival seemed destined to be unwelcome. Mom was still in school, which she could understand, but at this point, Dad’s eyes were only focused on work and profits, with no room for family.

She was disappointed.

Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes as she left the table, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She repeated her question, “But you still didn’t answer me directly.”

“Do you not want to be my dad?”

Bian Yuan couldn’t answer.