After school, Ning Ning went to a nearby supermarket to buy fruits, vegetables, and meat. On his way back, as he passed by a park, he saw an elderly man sitting on a bench.
The man wore a perfectly tailored traditional Chinese suit, radiating a dignified and commanding presence.
Not far off, a long, luxurious Rolls-Royce limousine was parked by the roadside. A man was anxiously making phone calls, urging someone to come tow the car.
Looked like the car had broken down.
Their eyes met almost directly. Suddenly, the elderly man jumped to his feet in excitement, his expression shifting drastically. Ning Ning was startled.
"You…"
Ning Ning blinked in confusion. Despite being just a little boy, he had impeccable manners. He smiled politely and said, "Hello, Grandpa!"
Old Master Ye was stunned. The boy he'd caught a glimpse of at the airport that day… at first glance, he'd looked a lot like Ye Chen. But now, up close—it was uncanny!
Those features, that elegant yet masked composure—it was a ninety-nine percent match.
"Who's your father?" the old man suddenly asked, too shocked to control the tremble in his voice—despite having dominated the business world for decades.
"Grandpa, do you ask every stranger you meet who their father is?" Ning Ning replied with a graceful smile.
Old Master Ye was momentarily breathless. Just then, his phone rang. He answered. Ning Ning was about to leave but paused when he overheard the first thing he said:
"Ye Chen's secretary needs to be replaced?" His tone was heavy, his face turning grim.
Ning Ning raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful.
"If that's the case, send Ruoxi over. At least I'll feel better having her keep an eye on him," Old Master Ye's voice turned icy.
Ning Ning's lips curved into an elegant smile—with a touch of coldness.
In those jet-black eyes, a fleeting trace of mockery flashed, quickly concealed as he returned to his usual polished demeanor.
"That's all." Old Master Ye hung up the phone, eyes locked firmly on Ning Ning's face. He repeated, "Who is your father?"
Ning Ning responded with an elegant smile. "He's a teacher. You don't need to know."
Then he turned and walked away.
A teacher? Old Master Ye pressed his lips together, letting out a bitter laugh. Perhaps… it was just a coincidence. How could Ye Chen possibly have ties to such ordinary people?
As Ning Ning neared the apartment entrance, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "Aunt Yun, do me a favor…"