Chapter 270 Wife and children, what could be better?
Chapter 270 Wife and children, what could be better?
Ning Yao's heart skipped a beat, but she was startled by the sound of her phone ringing the next second.
Wen Tingye loosened his grip on Ning Yao's body slightly, allowing her to free her hand to take out her phone.
She glanced at the caller ID; it was Cui Mengmeng calling.
"Yaoyao, are you really on your honeymoon with three men?" Cui Mengmeng's posture, as if she could practically stick her ears out of the screen, truly made Ning Yao both laugh and cry.
"Who told you that? That's my son!" Ning Yao sternly corrected Cui Mengmeng's choice of words.
"Oh, so President Wen is also your son?" Cui Mengmeng's voice carried a hint of strangeness, clearly indicating disbelief.
"Let's get down to business." Ning Yao interrupted Cui Mengmeng's reverie and went straight to the point.
“Someone called the school looking for you. I told them you weren’t there and asked them to leave a message so I could pass it on. They said they had news about your father, but they couldn’t get through to your phone, so they had to call the school.”
Ning Yao's expression changed upon hearing this. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word. She opened her lips weakly, her eyes momentarily unfocused, revealing a mixture of astonishment, complexity, and growing anticipation.
Ning Yao gritted her teeth, and her heartbeat seemed to suddenly stop. After an unknown amount of time, it started beating again, regaining its strong and steady rhythm.
There's news about her father. Was the call from Mr. Xing?
Ning Yao's mind was filled with news about her father. She didn't have time to say a word to Cui Mengmeng. She gave a few perfunctory replies and then stiffly hung up the phone. She quickly pulled up Mr. Xing's number from her contacts.
She was on an island where the signal was already bad, and Mr. Xing was in another country, so it was normal that he couldn't get through.
He was very busy and couldn't spare much time to communicate with her, so Cui Mengmeng had to make many calls before she finally got through.
Wen Tingye took in every expression on Ning Yao's face and finally came to the conclusion that someone very important had called the school to see her, which explained her surprised and expectant expression.
Who has such great magic?
As Wen Tingye thought this, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Mr. Xing, it's me." Ning Yao suppressed the excitement in her voice, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness.
"You have news of my father?"
After the phone call ended, Ning Yao's initial surprise and anticipation turned into complex emotions and loneliness.
The news she received wasn't good, and even if it were good, she would probably have to suppress her excitement and wait until after the children's birthdays were over before going.
"Your father?" Wen Tingye stood in front of Ning Yao, his tall figure blocking most of the sunlight from her view.
Ning Yao could clearly see the big gray wolf on Wen Tingye's sleeve. Her lips twitched slightly, but she ultimately couldn't manage a smile.
"Yes, he is my biological father." The woman responded softly, her expression deepening with a sense of desolation.
Mr. Xing went to great lengths to find her biological father's former address, only to be told that an accident had occurred there—a fire.
Whether her father survived or died in the fire remains unknown.
Too much time has passed, and many traces have been wiped away, leaving few clues.
Wen Tingye had already sent someone to investigate this person when he first saw Ning Yao receive a call from the so-called 'Mr. Xing'.
Xing Ershu, the godfather of the R country's mafia.
He didn't need to ask to know that Ning Yao knew this person's identity.
The other party's contact number was not encrypted, and Wen Tingye found Mr. Xing's information in just a few minutes with almost no effort.
Then, the clever little fox beside him must also know.
"Why did you ask Mr. Xing to help you find your father-in-law's whereabouts?" Wen Tingye suddenly asked in a deep voice.
The words "father-in-law" entered Ning Yao's ears without her being prepared. Her face flushed slightly, and her thoughts drifted away for a moment.
"He has the widest network of connections among all the people I know. He is very capable and saved my life. I trust him completely."
Her kung fu skills were taught by Xing Ershu; strictly speaking, Xing Ershu could be considered her master.
During those difficult days abroad, Xing Ershu gave her courage and support to a certain extent, making up for the lack of fatherly love she had.
Although Xing Ershu was not very old, he was a calm and steady person, and always kept a dark blue beard, which made him look older.
"And now?" Wen Tingye blurted out.
"What?" Ning Yao asked, puzzled, her beautiful fox-like eyes fixed on the man.
What does "now" mean? What does "now" mean?
"Is he still the most capable person you know?" Wen Tingye's words were somewhat of a trap for Ning Yao, and his voice was much lower.
Ning Yao pursed her lips, and her pure face suddenly became aloof and cold, with a hint of keeping people at a distance.
Wen Tingye stared at her, waiting for a reply, but she seemed to be teasing him, not saying a word for a long time.
Judging from her expression, she seemed to be thinking about the question she had just raised.
Wen Tingye lost his patience and frowned unhappily, saying, "Does such a simple question require so much thought?"
"Is it simple? I need to compare everyone I know, judging them based on their financial resources, power, and international influence..."
Are you just pretending to be clueless with him?
Wen Tingye sneered, then suddenly reached out and wrapped his hand around Ning Yao's head, pulling the woman close to him and kissing her fiercely.
Ning Yao's lips were soft and moist, with a faint fragrance, just like the most delicious pudding or jelly in the world.
Before long, Ning Yao pushed away the man who was ravaging her lips, looking fierce like an angry kitten.
"You're trying to take advantage of me again!"
Wen Tingye curled his lips in satisfaction and shamelessly pointed to his mouth, saying, "It's too dry here. I wanted to borrow your lip balm to moisturize it. It's just a little lip balm, why are you being so stingy?"
"Do I need to stick out my tongue to borrow lipstick? Or do you need to moisten your tongue too?" Ning Yao was speechless.
“You’re right, I’m terribly dry all over and need some water to moisturize myself.” Wen Tingye didn’t think his behavior was indecent at all; on the contrary, he went even further and started talking without thinking.
The man pressed closer, displaying an attitude of utter indifference.
Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.
Forget it, she can't argue with that jerk Wen Tingye.
Her friends always say that she has a silver tongue and never loses out in negotiations, rarely encountering a worthy opponent.
Now it seems that they hadn't seen Wen Tingye's sharp tongue.
"Mommy, I've found all the gift boxes!"
"Me too, me too, I found them all, Mommy, aren't I amazing!"
Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying ran over from a short distance away, their little legs kicking, their faces beaming with innocent smiles.
"Amazing, amazing, of course my baby is amazing." Ning Yao smiled and bent down to pick up Bao Ying, who was even taller than Ai Xiu, and pinched her chubby little face with her finger.
"Let's go eat cake." Ning Yao called to the two little ones, but didn't even glance at the neglected father of the children beside her.
Wen Tingye didn't take it to heart at all; instead, the curve of his lips widened even more.
The sea breeze caresses my face, warm and comforting my heart.
The island at sea is far removed from the bustling city's steel buildings, and is bathed in golden light.
Ning Yao's figure was swallowed by the light, and her slender body seemed to be emitting a faint glow, especially her white silk dress.
Wen Tingye gazed at the gentle woman holding the child and silently added a plan to his mind.
If we come across a nice island again, we'll buy it and bring our wife and kids there. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
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