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  The moment he left Ming Ansheng’s office, gossipers came up to him with a grin on their faces.

  “Mind your words. What new lady boss?” Secretary Xia frowned. He scolded, “You will be punished if the President hears you.”


  “Is the President really dating her?”


  “What do you think?” Secretary Xia raised his eyebrow at them. Before they could reply, he snapped, “It’s not lunchtime yet. Your salaries will get deducted if the assistant manager sees you.”


  After that warning, Secretary Xia returned to his seat.

  “Chairman.”


  The moment he sat down, he heard someone greeting the Chairman.

  He looked up and saw that the white-haired old man had already stepped into the entrance leading to the President’s office. His wrinkled face was tensed.

  Every time Ming Zhongsheng came, all the employees would get nervous.

  Because he fought with Ming Ansheng every time.

  This time was no different. The previously relaxed and excited employees in the President’s office were now dead silent. They all had bowed their heads down, and those with nothing to do pretended to do something.

  But all their attention was on Ming Zhongsheng.

  Everyone was curious. The Chairman was holding the hand of a four to a five-year-old boy.

  Who was he?

  Secretary Xia broke out in cold sweat when he saw Ming Zhongsheng stepping closer and closer to Ming Ansheng’s office. He was still holding the hand of a small boy.

  “Chairman.”


  Suddenly, Secretary Xia stood up and rushed over at the speed of light, blocking Ming Zhongsheng’s path. He bowed respectfully.

  Ming Zhongsheng raised his eyebrow unamused. “Secretary Xia?” he asked. He purposely dragged out the last word dangerously.

  “Chairman, let me open the door for you,” Secretary Xia said, in a raised voice, much louder than his usual volume.

  Then he turned around and walked over to the door of Ming Ansheng’s office.

  He had only knocked once when Ming Zhongsheng rushed over, turned the knob directly, and pushed the door open.

  He was still holding hands with the small boy.

  Then he threw Secretary Xia a dirty look and snorted. “I’m not that old. I can do it myself.”


  Secretary Xia bowed his head.

  The sudden opening of the door shocked Su Yue.

  She panicked when she heard Ming Zhongsheng’s voice. She looked up at Ming Ansheng.

  With her piercing, anxious gaze, she asked him what they should do.

  Ming Ansheng’s arm remained wrapped around her shoulders and he still leaned against the sofa, unmoving.

  When he heard the heavy footsteps drawing near, he turned around.

  When he saw the child that Ming Zhongsheng brought, his eyes widened. He became anxious.

  “Beibei, call daddy.”


  “Daddy.”


  Su Yue didn’t take much notice of the little boy with Ming Zhongsheng, but she turned to look at him when she heard him address Ming Ansheng as .

  Her heart tensed when she saw the boy’s face.

  That tender face was simply…… a replica of Meiduo, yet it seemed to resemble……

  Su Yue jolted her head upwards in shock, looking at Ming Ansheng’s handsome face.

  Ming Ansheng was looking at her, too.

  Their eyes met.

  Ming Ansheng was at a loss for words and he bowed his head.

  Su Yue’s heart seemed to plunge into the depths of the ocean. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask him what all of it was about.

  But her words were stuck in her throat.