I Don't Want To Reincarnate

Chapter 1074: The Dynamic Duo of the Fruitcase Empire and the Papa Trillionaire Chapter 1074: The Dynamic Duo of the Fruitcase Empire and the Papa Trillionaire In 2019, several executives of Fruitcase Group just left the board meeting, held in the landmark hundred-floor building in New Lane.

Soon, they were huddled around Nie Xiaoyu, asking about what just happened.

“Miss Nie, what’s gotten into the boss?

He seems cranky today…”

“Today?

He’s been cranky for a month!

Hell, he gave me one hell of a scolding over something forgettable just last week!”

“You’ve been with him the longest, Miss Dong.

Could he be having issues lately?”

“But the company’s been doing well in every front.

What’s got Mr.

Chen so upset?”

Those executives were all giants of their own specialties, but at that moment, they were all restless and apprehensive.

After all, they were profoundly fearful that there were actual issues with their work, which incurs the wrath of their boss Fruitcase Chen.

At that moment, Nie Xiaoyu adjusted her black-framed glasses and said with a slightly critical tone, “Just worry about your respective assignments.

Don’t worry about anything else.”

She used to work for Chen Hansheng as his secretary, but she was now thirty-five.

Still, she had since been promoted to board secretary of the nation’s greatest enterprise, and even her fashion tastes had grown composed and mature.

Her Chanel suit was tailored, and her heels were Yves Saint Laurent.

However, anyone with a sharper eye would notice the little badge on her lapel—a caricature of Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen.

As the saying goes: Once an otaku, always an otaku.

Still, Nie Xiaoyu was pensive after sending away the executives.

If they could notice that Chen Hansheng was behaving weirdly, she certainly could.

After all, she was one of Fruitcase Chen’s closest confidants, and one of few select individuals with clearance to take his three daughters on a joyride if she felt like it.

“If anything, Minister Chen was already acting strange since the start of 2019—he had obviously grown insecure,” Nie Xiaoyu mused to herself, inadvertently using a moniker she privately used for the man.

But what was the cause?

Business was booming for their enterprise at present, and the worse was behind them.

Fruitcase Chen was not having relationship issues either, and his three daughters—Chen Zijin, Chen Zipei and Chen Zining—were growing up healthily.

Mystified, Nie Xiaoyu whipped out her phone to tap on her Fruitchat app—a realtime chat software Fruitcase Group had introduced back in 2011.

She was going to ask Shen Youchu and Xiao Rongyu about Fruitcase Chen.

In the end, no matter how close she and Fruitcase Chen were as colleagues, those two were the women who warmed his bed.

However, she just finished the draft when she paused in hesitation, before deleting it.

A thought had struck her—what if neither of them noticed?

Wouldn’t she make them worry just by mentioning it?

Still, Nie Xiaoyu stood there pensively for a moment, before holding up her phone again and calling a number.

“Miss Zheng?

It’s Xiaoyu.

There’s something I’d like to discuss…”

Zheng Guanti, the owner of Xiaomi, was as sharp as she was smart, and a closer friend of Chen Hansheng’s as well.

They go way back, and there was a chance they might be more than friends.

***

After a while, in a certain man’s exceedingly spacious office, the smartphone on his desk started ringing.

[If you miss the train I’m on; You will know that I am gone; You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.]

Five Hundred Miles was Chen Hansheng’s favorite song before he transmigrated.

Somehow, it was 2019 again.

He allowed his phone to ring for a while, before walking over to pick it up.

The founder of Fruitshell Electronics stood, towering, his visage haughty as he stared at the caller ID.

Inhaling deeply, he spoke with his usual nonchalant tone, “Hey, Guanti.

Didn’t you just head abroad?

How do you always find time to tell me what to do?”

“Now, now.

Don’t be a stranger, Mr.

Chen!” Zheng Guanti shot back curtly from the other end, her heels clicking audibly in her wake.

She must have been heading somewhere, and called Chen Hansheng soon after Nie Xiaoyu called her.

Smiling, she said, “No work’s more important than you.

Fruitcase is the second largest shareholder in Xiaomi, so I must keep an eye on you constantly.”

In fact, Fruitcase and Xiaomi had long since built a cross-platform support, while their partnership extends across multiple fields.

Zheng Guanti is one of Fruitcase’s independent board members, and she could take over the board in a moment’s notice.

However, she was also too shrewd to just ask ‘What’s wrong with you’ directly.

She would stick to poking around, and then coming up with her own conclusions.

“Yes, we’ve always been tight,” Chen Hansheng agreed.

“You hold me in a little part of yourself, and it’s the same for me.

We must care for each other constantly.”

“Bleurgh…” Zheng Guanti retched under her breath before saying, “I’ve checked out the Fruitcase R&D facility over here at Silicon Valley.

I’m surprised you could be so subtle, just as I’m sure you have nothing else to achieve now.”

Her words left Chen Hansheng deafeningly silent for a moment, though she did not say anything else.

She stopped in her tracks, listening to him breathe for a long while…

Then, Chen Hansheng said quietly, “There’s nothing wrong with your employee management, Guanti.

It’s simply different from mine—you’re too demanding, and not everyone is perfect.

If anything, it’s the flawed employees who are easier to manage.

A beer mug without a handle is certainly harder to use.”

Zheng Guanti was actually surprised that he would suddenly discuss management styles.

Still, she patiently waited for him to finish before chuckling, “Thank you for the lesson, Mr.

Chen… But why would you suddenly mention that?

Could you be intending to have me take over management of Fruitcase?”

“Exactly!” Chen Hansheng replied, his tone ambiguous.

“Oh, forget it—there’s still a mess over here at Xiaomi,” Zheng Guanti laughed as she rejected him.

“I have a meeting soon, so I don’t have time to joke around.

Bye.”

She stood still for a while after she hung up, and suddenly turned to tell her secretary, “Put off everything on my schedule.

Arrange for a flight home right now.”

“But we still have a meeting—” The secretary began, but cut herself off halfway in fear when she saw the grim look on Miss Zheng’s face.

After all, Zheng Guanti the Wise has determined that something was wrong with Chen Hansheng.

She has nothing specific, but it can’t be good.

The conversation over the phone alone made her aware of how depressed Chen Hansheng was.

“No… I have to go back right now!” She exclaimed, suddenly noticing her hands shaking.

She wasn’t even this afraid back when her own family tried to misappropriate her fortune!

***

Chen Hansheng actually had an issue, but it was his psyche and not his career.

In his last life, he met an accident on the twentieth of July, 2019.

And it’s the eighteenth of July today.

As that fateful day loomed, Chen Hansheng remained worried that the timeline would repeat.

Or perhaps a bug would directly decide that he dies, or transmigrate him back to his original timeline.

He even invited several theoretical physicists who were famous in the country to discuss the potential scenarios.

Naturally, none of them had anything solid.

“If such things really are inevitable, dwelling on it is pointless,” Chen Hansheng sighed lengthily, before noticing that it was 4:30 pm.

“Whoops!”

Chen Hansheng rushed out of his office—school ended for his darling daughters at 5pm.

He might be a b*stard when it came to relatonships, but he was a slave to his daughters and would pick them up at school if he had the time.

Chen Zijin and Chen Zipei, both 13 this year, both studied in the middle school affiliated to Nanjing university, a prestigious school in Jianye.

Concerned that he wouldn’t make it in time, he called Xiao Rongu ahead of time.

“Sorry, Rongyu.

I was held back in the afternoon, so head over to if I couldn’t make it in time.

Don’t keep them waiting.”

“Got it,” Xiao Rongyu replied, but soon added, “They’re not kids now—they can wait a little.

You’re spoiling them too much, and it’s detrimental to their growth if you give them everything that they want.”

Her tone carried a lawyer’s composure, and yet she still retained a maiden’s sweetness.

But despite his wife’s lecturing, Chen Hansheng laughed it off as he usually did.

“Alright, I’ll be more careful next time.”

He arrived at the school gates in 40 minutes.

He still wasn’t used to being chauffeured around, or he would have got there quicker.

Xiao Rongyu was already waiting.

It was evening, and the air was scalding.

She wore a white shirt with short sleeves that bared her fair arms, knee-length jeans and a pair of platform sandals with 7cm heels.

She dropped her usual ponytail, spreading her hair over her shoulders.

Moreover, she was tall and slender, and her outfit—which accentuated her figure—made her stand out amongst the parents there to pick up their children.

Her smooth jawline remained pretty, and with her faint dimples, there was almost no sign of aging.

“Ten minutes late,” Chen Hansheng groaned as he walked up to her, checking the time.

“Where are the girls?”

“Over there,” Zheng Rongyu gestured with her bright red lips.

“They just reached the gates.”

Chen Hansheng looked up to see his two treasured daughters.

Despite being dressed in the same uniform and being almost the same height, the girls could not be more different.

Chen Zijin was obviously livelier, hopping a little as she headed towards the gates, pausing by the patio along the way to look at the flowers.

Her sweet dimples dangled just at the edge of her lips, and her bright eyes was filled with joy.

There were teachers who would wave at her, and she would return their greeting enthusiastically, her high ponytail swaying behind her head.

It was almost as if ponytails would never fade, even if inherited as a genetic trait.

Chen Zijin’s sister, Chen Zipei, was right beside her.

She walked slowly despite just as tall as her sister, and would have to jog to catch up when Chen Zijin hopped a little too quickly.

Once Chen Zijin’s stopped by the patio, she would quietly tag along, her little lips puckered, though she would be staring blankly at the ants beside the patio instead.

Curiously, the teachers would actually go out of their way to approach Chen Zipei, patting her little head and patting her on the shoulder affectionately.

Nonetheless, the girls eventually made it out of the school gates, and Chen Zijin was the first to notice their parents waiting under the shade.

“Mommy and Daddy came together!”

Chen Zijin exclaimed, taking Chen Zipei’s dainty hand by instinct and even telling her, “Hold on, Zipei.

Don’t let go!”

“Okay…” Zipei nodded firmly.

Chen Hansheng’s fatherly heart could melt as he watched the sisters run towards him.

Xiao Rongyu was beaming sweetly too, and gave each of them a peck on the check.

“Did you miss Mommy at school today?”

“We did, but Mom…” Chen Zijin groaned, glancing at her classmates nearby moodily.

“We’re in middle school now.

Could you not kiss me like we’re kids?”

“Ah, our baby girl’s getting pouty,” Xiao Rongyu pinched Zijin’s cheek, before turning to Zipei.

“Zipei, do you feel embarrassed when Mommy kisses you?”

Zipei stared at her, and then at her sister, eventually leveling a blank look at her dad.

“Oh, you’re so silly,” Chen Hansheng grinned as he carried both girls into the car.

Xiao Rongyu stayed in the backseat to help the girls with their homework, and it was a lively journey back to the mansion district of Zhongshan International Golf Course.

The mansion district was the best in Jianye, with Zijin Mountain looming as the backdrop.

When the place was first being built, Zhongshan International’s owner Lou Xiaojun personally visited Chen Hansheng, informing him that he set aside several mansions to Fruitcase Electronics for nothing in return except Hansheng’s friendship.

There was no way Chen Hansheng would owe a favor of such scale, however.

He bought six mansions at the standard price, although he did not renovate the mansions to make them joined.

Today, they returned to Shen Rongyu’s mansion.

They entered to find that in addition to Xiao Hongwei and Lu Yuqing, Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan were also present.

Still, it made sense since the four geezers were keen to see their granddaughters.

They lived closed by anyway, and would usually have dinner together.

The surprise guest was therefore Shen Youchu, who was wearing her usual sleeping gown and had a cooking apron on.

A shrinking violet in her university days despite being known for her beauty, she was still just as beautiful now, even if she had been a wife and mother for years.

Her dazzling visage was tender, and her black hair was tied haphazardly with a rubber band and resting on her shoulder.

Her gaze was crystal clear, projecting calm and serenity.

Moreover, her figure was already perfect, and age only made her appear more curvaceous.

That being said, she was still very easily embarrassed, and averted her eyes shyly when she noticed her own husband staring.

“What?” Chen Hansheng teased.

“Why are you cooking?

Did you let the maid have the day off?”

“No…” Shen Youchu shook her head.

“Zijin was making a fuss because she wants Sichuan cuisine,” Lu Yuqing explained.

“The maid doesn’t cook it right, so we had to ask Youchu.”

Despite her demanding attitude, the way Lu Yuqing addressed Shen Youchu had changed over the years.

It started with Shen Youchu’s full name, and then ‘Xiao Shen’ before culminating with ‘Youchu’.

As if she was really family.

“I see,” Chen Hansheng chuckled just then, and turned towards Zijin.

“Why would you ask for Sichuan cuisine?

You can’t handle your spice.”

The girl would always poke her tongue out, gasping and asking for ice water whenever she had something spicy.

On the other hand, her sister was much better, finishing an entire plate of chilis before you know it.

Her lips would be flushed red, but as she looked innocently at her parents and grandparents, her tender gaze appeared to be bragging gleefully.

“Well, since it’s Sichuan cuisine, let’s call have Wang Yiyi come over,” Chen Hansheng said, whipping out his phone.

“We should have the girlie have a taste of worldly pleasures.”

Wang Zibo and Bian Shishi’s daughter Wang Yiyi was just a fifth grader—three years younger than Zijin and Zipei.

Soon, Wang Zibo’s family arrived.

He owned one of the six mansions, since it would be convenient if they had to give the children a lift.

Wang Zibo had clearly put on weight since university, with his belly starting to bulge.

Bian Shishi had her hair trimmed short, giving her a refreshing look.

After greeting the elders, she rolled up her sleeves and went to the kichen to help.

Hunan ladies were always diligent.

Still, Chen Hansheng could see the look on Bian Shishi’s face and asked Wang Zibo, “What the heck?

The missus is giving you the silent treatment.

Had a fight?”

“Yep,” Wang Zibo admitted with a sulking look, never one to lie.

“It’s about Yiyi’s education.

I believe we should prioritize her happiness instead of constant cram school, but Shishi refused to listen.

To make things worse, she’s been having Yiyi stay up past eleven lately for her homework.”

“That won’t do,” Chen Zhaojun said, making his way over to them.

“You need to tell her that no flower must be made to blossom.

Adults must never hurt their children’s health and growth for the sake of education—just look at Zijin and Zipin, I’d never push them to study.”

Such was the old man’s doctrine in education.

The tenets he maintained when he raised Chen Hansheng was independence and initiative… But in the case of his granddaughters, he loved them too much to educate them at all.

“That won’t do,” Laing Meijuan protested.

“Children are rarely self-aware.

We can’t be too hands off now that they start middle school, or their grades would start failing.”

She always regretted Chen Hansheng not making it into this first choice of university… Even though he has been making bank.

“I agree with Meijuan,” Lu Yuqing said beside her.

“Family background is one thing, but children need to be competitive to get good grades.

It’s high time we get Zijin and Zipei a tutor, but I will be keeping them company, cooking them supper if they get hungry.

Xiao Rongyu had always been Lu Yuqing’s source of pride, and she would like her granddaughters to carry on to make her proud.

“Oh, shove it.

Keeping them company with your failing health?” Xiao Hongwei snorted.

“Your blood pressure was found high when you had your checkup two days ago.

You’ll scare your granddaughters if you collapse.”

In Xiao Hongwei’s mind, his daughter fell for Chen Hansheng because the family pressured her too much to study.

Once she encountered Chen Hansheng, who was always so free-spirited and half-baked in studies, she fell for his sweet nothings out of envy.

That is why Xiao Hongwei refused to let that happen again—his granddaughters would grow up in the company of a loving, understanding family!

The four geezer’s argument reflected their respective personalities and life experience, which was interesting in itself.

They kept chatting, and dinner was ready before they knew it.

Spicy chicken, fish-paste shredded pork, steamed fish—every dish was Sichuan cuisine.

Still, as everything was brought to the table, Chen Hansheng noticed a plate of mustard greens.

Every time Chen Hansheng had it, he would always remember the same mustard greens that Shen Youchu had made for him during freshman year.

Pinching a large serving with his chopsticks, he chomped on it audibly while saying unintelligibly, “I would never get sick of it.”

“You didn’t like it that much back in the day,” Liang Meijuan remained puzzled.

“People are like that sometimes.

They just suddenly find love for a certain type of food, and that love remains for life,” Chen Hansheng chuckled in reply.

“Mustard greens, spicy and crunchy!”

Opposite him, Shen Youchu’s cheeks subtly flushed brightly like new moons—a beauty to behold.

She knew that Chen Hansheng was saying that for her benefit—words of affection that belonged only to them.

After dinner, Chen Hansheng’s enthusiasm remained high, and the group of people continued to chat in the living room.

They talked about children, friends, relatives, and so on.

They also chatted about recent updates in their life.

Shen Ningning was in college now, and people were talking about how a boy had brought breakfast to the classroom every day as he was trying to pursue her.

Hu Linyu was now the chairman of “Meet Cute Milk Tea Shop.” She often traveled for business and was too busy to drop in lately.

Fortunately, she could video call through the Fruitchat app to see Shen Youchu and her little darling.

Chen Lan also got married, and her husband was a Ph.D.

engineer at Fruitshell Electronics.

Chen Hansheng carefully selected him from tens of thousands of employees for his sister.

The whole family was happy, saying Chen Hansheng had finally done something good.

The entire family would be unsettled if Chen Lan didn’t get married.

There were also mentions of Jin Yangming, Gao Jialiang, and even Hong Shiyong.

Everyone noticed that Chen Hansheng was talking a lot tonight.

“Rongyu.” Lu Yuqing quietly pulled Xiao Rongyu over and asked in a low voice, “Isn’t Hansheng acting a bit strange tonight?”

Xiao Rongyu looked up to see her husband chatting animatedly in the living room.

She said, “No, I don’t think so.

You may be overthinking it.”

“Really?”

When Lu Yuqing heard Xiao Rongyu’s reply, she let go of her doubts and murmured, “Maybe he’s just busy with work.

I heard that Fruitshell Electronics plans to introduce a semiconductor factory from Singapore, which has been on national news.

Hansheng has been busy lately.

Don’t quarrel with him, okay?”

“Mom!

We haven’t quarreled in a long time,” Xiao Rongyu replied with a bright smile.

But after sending her mother away, Xiao Rongyu’s smile slowly vanished.

As the secretary said, she was the person who accompanied Chen Hansheng day and night.

How could she not notice his changes?

She had only said that to prevent the older woman from worrying.

Xiao Rongyu, who was as beautiful as the stars surrounding the moon, had long learned to consider the emotions of her family.

Chen Hangsheng was just too skilled at concealing his true thoughts and emotions.

If he didn’t want to say something, no one could pry open his mouth and force him to.

***

After ten o’clock in the evening, the older people of the group wanted to turn in to rest.

However, before leaving, Wang Zibo took Chen Hansheng outside for a puff as they usually did.

In recent years, Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo’s smoking frequency has decreased a lot, mainly for fear of affecting the children.

However, in the past few months, or since Wang Zibo also sensed that his best friend was a bit anxious, he accompanied Chen Hansheng to smoke a cigarette almost every day.

As the cigarette burned out, Chen Hansheng didn’t discuss anything serious again.

Wang Zibo sighed, patted his friend’s shoulder heavily, and then turned to leave.

He was a reliable, steadfast, and honest friend.

If something really did happen to Chen Hansheng on the twentieth of July and he was gone from this world, he would entrust the company to Zheng Guanshi and his parents to Wang Zibo for care.

Wang Zibo would definitely take care of them like his own parents.

Chen Hansheng never doubted this.

As for the young children, Chen Hansheng had made arrangements long ago.

On the morning of the nineteenth of July, Chen Hansheng returned to the company’s office.

He out a document titled “Instructions on the Distribution of Fruitcase Group Shares” from the drawer, which detailed the division of Chen Hansheng’s assets.

After carefully taking a page from it, he first went to the bank to deposit it, then took the key and went to the “Zhengda Jiujiantang Villa Complex.”

The name of this community, “Zhengda Jiujiantang,” was a bit strange.

In fact, the community had many of the top villas in Jiangning, almost comparable to Zhongshan International.

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It was located at the foot of Jiangning General Mountain.

Chen Hansheng arrived at one of the villas and skillfully unlocked it with fingerprints.

When the door opened, he saw Luo Xuan confronting a little girl.

“Chen Zining, peel eggs yourself if you want to eat them!” Luo Xuan said coldly.

“If you don’t peel them for me, I won’t eat!” the little girl angrily retorted.

The little girl was Chen Hansheng’s third daughter, born to Luo Xuan.

She was only seven years old this year.

Not only does she look very similar to Luo Xuan, with single eyelids and big eyes, but even her stubborn personality seems to be a replica.

When Chen Zining saw Chen Hansheng, she looked at her dad as if he were a savior.

“Chen Zining, I’m telling you…”

As they were in the comfort of their own home, Luo Xuan was wearing only a thin nightgown, which revealed the fair skin under the purple underwear.

She crossed her arms, scrutinizing the little girl, and said, “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because your dad is here.

It wouldn’t make a difference if your Grandpa or Grandma came either!”

“Hmph!” Chen Zining pouted discontentedly, refusing to pay attention to Luo Xuan.

“Don’t fight, okay?

Here, I’ll peel the eggs with you.”

Chen Hansheng picked up his little daughter and sat her on his lap.

He held Chen Zining’s small hand and told stories while guiding her to peel the eggshell.

Shang Yanyan witnessed this scene as she came downstairs.

“You’ve been quite free lately, huh?

You’ve been coming over every few days to have breakfast with Zining.”

Shang Yanyan was Chen Zining’s godmother.

She never had children due to the fear of pain, but she treated Chen Zining as her own, fulfilling the jest from their university days—”I’ll help you raise a child.”

Chen Hansheng’s gaze swept over Shang Yanyan’s exposed chest.

He chuckled and said, “Well, naturally, I come over when I have time.”

After coaxing his youngest daughter to finish breakfast, Chen Hansheng took out an envelope and casually said to Luo Xuan, “Here’s a document for you guys.”

“For us?”

Luo Xuan and Shang Yanyan exchanged glances.

They accepted the envelope and opened it to find only a key to a bank safe.

“You can’t read the document now.

It’s locked in the bank safe.

I informed the bank, and you can only open it on the morning of the twenty-first.”

“Why must it be on the twenty-first?”

Luo Xuan was intrigued and asked, “Is it a gift for us?”

“You could say it’s something like that.” Chen Hansheng replied with a smile.

“But you might not like it.”

If Luo Xuan knew that this was the inheritance Chen Hansheng had left for her, she would probably go crazy right now.

“You’re being extremely vague about this, huh?”

Luo Xuan didn’t quite understand but still put away the key.

Chen Hansheng stayed until noon before a phone call called him back to the company.

As they heard the car driving away, Shang Yanyan narrowed her beautiful eyes.

She turned to Luo Xuan and said, “You must have noticed your man’s unusual behavior.

I suspect something’s happened, and that document in the safe is likely related to it.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Luo Xuan was indifferent.

“With his abilities, there’s nothing he can’t handle.

I’m not worried at all.”

Watching Luo Xuan blindly confident in Chen Hansheng, Shang Yanyan shook her head.

But then she thought, if there were problems even Chen Hansheng couldn’t solve, would it be of any use for her to worry?

***

The nineteenth of July passed without any incidents.

The next night would be the twentieth of July 2019.

Back then, Chen Hansheng had transmigrated back to this day.

If it were someone else, they might stay home nervously and dare not go out.

However, Chen Hansheng didn’t do so.

He believed that if he was destined not to survive this day, it would be futile no matter how he tried to avoid it.

So, he didn’t make any changes to his schedule.

He went to work, attended meetings, and picked up his daughters from school as usual.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly during the day, but Chen Hansheng didn’t dare to be careless because he remembered that the time he traveled back was actually midnight.

After dinner, Shen Youchu accompanied her daughters in doing their homework as usual.

Chen Hansheng, who usually slacked off, appeared at the doorway.

In the study, the bright light illuminated Shen Youchu’s smooth and delicate cheeks.

The tone of her speech was incredibly gentle.

Chen Hansheng didn’t say anything.

He just silently watched them, his gaze filled with some tenderness.

However, Chen Hansheng’s abnormal behavior quickly caught Shen Youchu’s attention.

However, she didn’t ask much about it.

She simply raised her head and exchanged a glance with him.

After a moment of eye contact, she lowered her head again, redirecting her attention to Chen Zijin and Chen Zipei.

‘Ah…

Shen Youchu must have noticed that I was restless tonight, but she didn’t ask a word.’

Although Chen Hansheng didn’t intend to reveal the true facts, he felt a faint sense of disappointment in his heart.

But then again, he thought that with Shen Youchu’s temperament.

After having children, it was normal for her to focus on them.

Chen Hansheng smiled contentedly and returned to the study.

Unexpectedly, over an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

It was Shen Youchu.

“What’s wrong?” Chen Hansheng asked in confusion.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you just now,” Shen Youchu explained softly.

“I was correcting the children’s homework and urging them to sleep.

If you’re not sleepy now and still want to talk to me, I have time.”

Watching Shen Youchu’s sincere and concerned expression, Chen Hansheng felt his heart ache a little for her.

He smiled and pinched Shen Youchu’s cheek.

“We’re an old married couple.

There’s no need to be so formal.

I just wanted to sleep with our daughter tonight.

We can make a makeshift bed on the floor.”

The villa was exceptionally quiet in the late night.

Chen Hansheng lay on the floor, surrounded by the breathing of his precious daughters.

Moonlight flowed in from the window, casting a soothing and hazy glow in the room, like a dream wrapped in a veil.

Originally, Chen Hansheng didn’t plan to sleep.

He was reminiscing about the moments of the past seventeen years.

However, somewhere along the way, he lost interest.

The next morning, he was awakened by his phone ringing.

[If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone; you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles…]

Chen Hansheng opened his eyes.

His first instinct was to check his daughters’ beds, only to find them empty.

‘Where are my daughters?

Did I return to the original timeline again?’

Chen Hansheng’s heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he quickly rushed out of the bedroom.

Finally, he saw Shen Youchu and Xiao Rongyu in the living room.

They were busy fixing Chen Zijin and Chen Zipei’s hair.

“Hey, it’s already ten o’clock, Dad.

You had a good sleep, huh?” Chen Zijin smiled and exclaimed, “But today is the weekend, so we didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Good morning, Dad.” Chen Zipei also raised her right hand, greeting Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng’s eyes suddenly stung when he saw the scene that greeted him.

He realized he hadn’t returned to the original timeline.

Chen Zijin and Chen Zipei were here.

Xiao Rongyu and Shen Youchu were also here!

“The phone has been ringing for a while.

Why haven’t you answered it?”

Xiao Rongyu was looking at Chen Hansheng, who seemed to be rooted to the spot in a daze while his phone was still loudly ringing.

“Oh, right!”

Only then did Chen Hansheng react and saw it was from Zheng Guanshi.

After answering, Zheng Guanshi said, “Hey, I know something’s up with you.

It wasn’t a good time to ask you about it when we were abroad that day, but I’m already at the airport now.

I’ll call Jing over, and we’ll come see you, okay?

Tell us what’s wrong.”

“No need.”

At this moment, Chen Hansheng had already let go of all his burdens, and even his tone of speech had changed.

“The matter has been resolved, but you can still come over for breakfast.”

Zheng Guanshi was somewhat skeptical.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.

I’m sure,” Chen Hansheng replied confidently.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Zheng Guanshi was probably considering whether Chen Hansheng was lying or not.

After a while, Zheng Guanshi still seemed a bit uneasy.

So, he said, “Then Jing and I will come to your house for breakfast.”

“No problem.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hansheng explained, “Xiaomi’s chairman and Jing are coming over for breakfast.”

Shen Youchu and Xiao Rongyu were familiar with these two people.

Shen Youchu didn’t say anything and arranged for the housekeeper to prepare more breakfast.

Xiaorou jokingly said, “So it’s Chairman Zheng and Jing.

I thought it was Luo Xuan.”

Shen Youchu and Xiaorou knew about Luo Xuan’s existence, but Chen Hansheng strongly denied any relationship with Luo Xuan.

However, Xiao Rongyu didn’t believe him and often used Luo Xuan to tease Chen Hansheng.

“Why would it be her?” Chen Hansheng laughed awkwardly, “Why would she come to me so early in the morning…”

Before he could finish his words, the doorbell rang.

“Senior Chen!

Senior Chen!

Are you okay?!” Luo Xuan called out urgently.

“I went to the bank and saw what you left for me.

Why is it a document about property?

Explain this to me!

Now!”

“Oh no!”

Chen Hansheng had thought that something unexpected might happen, so he arranged the asset division early on.

However, thinking he had nothing to worry about, he neglected to tell Luo Xuan not to go to the bank to see the documents.

That was something like a will.

It was no wonder Luo Xuan came directly to investigate instead of making a phone call!

Xiao Rongyu and Shen Youchu both looked at him.