Daddy CEO's Beloved Wife

Ran Xueyi kept her cold mask on her face, but her heart was slightly cracked at the thought of the two people she had trusted the most in the past would turn their backs on her just like any other people who did it before.

Outside the office.

"Is it really alright for us to leave the two of them together?" Zhao Yiqing worriedly asked. "Should I call an ambulance in advance? Wait, no. Maybe I should call the police after all?"

The response he received was a strange look in Senior Wu's eyes and a smack at the back of his head.

Yao Chen, who slapped his head, smiled wickedly, "Call who? Why don't you call me 'Daddy' first before making calls to others?"

After scolding him, Yao Chen thought it was not enough and continued scolding, "Are you stupid? The two obviously wanted to speak to each other and didn't want us to listen to their conversation. But they told us to leave instead of staying outside the door. Obviously, there was no way they would suddenly lift their hands and exchange fists."

Zhao Yiqing might be older than Yao Chen, but the latter had experienced a lot more of these complicated things than him. He was suppressed by the whole company and his maternal family and in contrast to Zhao Yiqing, who was slightly dense in the EQ part, Yao Chen acted more like an old man who had seen the world a couple times already.

Senior Wu listened and watched as the two bickered and scolded each other. Yao Chen didn't even remember that he had kneeled to Ran Xueyi as if a eunuch serving the Empress.

However, the old man still questioned, "Do you think they will end up in a consensus?"

"You think they will?" Yao Chen looked at him in disbelief before smiling, "I bet it's impossible!"

…

"Aren't busy?" Ran Xueyi leaned against the back of her chair and released a long sigh.

Behind the sofa she was sitting on, Song Yu Han pressed her shoulders and massaged her. This was something he had learned the first time they started living together as husband and wife. When Ran Xueyi feels tired or listless, he would massage any part of her body until she felt better. Naturally, massage wasn't the only service he would exclusively give to her.

Song Yu Han used a finger to poke her cheeks and looked at her with a rare gentleness in his eyes, "How can I go elsewhere when you're dealing with something heavy here."

He received a call from Wu Qi. The old man didn't go into detail but he did say that Ran Xueyi needed him by her side. Song Yu Han canceled his meeting with an overseas company to be by her side. If he had gone and did the meeting, he might have gotten a few hundreds of millions, but he didn't even blink when he canceled his plans to accompany Ran Xueyi.

That few hundreds of millions was only a drop to how much he has in his bank accounts. Was it worth more than spending time to accompany his wife?

Absolutely not.

Ran Xueyi's eyes were misty as the tips of her lips quivered. She looked down before taking a long breath. "Say, am I wrong to disregard past feelings and pursue what I think is right?"

Without waiting for his response, she continued, saying, "Sister Zhao chose to stay on Feng Huai side even though I clearly told her that I wouldn't forgive them."

"When I heard that, I was beyond surprised at her answer. I didn't expect her to pick Feng Huai's side even though clear evidence of his deeds were right in front of everyone." Ran Xueyi spoke as if she was in a daze, "She said people should be given a second chance to repent and make their life better. I feel like a villain who strongly pressured other people to do what I want."

After saying so much, she finally fell silent.

Song Yu Han moved around the sofa to sit beside her, then grabbed Ran Xueyi, and made her lie her head on his lap. His fingers dove through her silk and smooth hair. From start to finish, he didn't express his thoughts on her words and tenderly sat beside her without interrupting her.

It was as if she was the only person in the room. However, instead of getting this uncomfortable feeling of speaking to oneself like an insane person, Ran Xueyi relaxed and her uneasy heart was finally let down.

Only Song Yu Han's presence and scent could really calm her down like this. There was no other.

After a prolonged silence between them, and just when Ran Xueyi felt that sleep was slowly taking over her consciousness, she heard his deep and low voice speaking above her head.

"There is no such thing as right and wrong. It is only when you think you are right or wrong," said Song Yu Han while gently patting her head.

In the beginning there was no right and wrong. Only that people needed to create laws and rules to force down the disorderness of the world. When you make white lies, do you think you're right to do so? Do you think you had done a good job because you didn't want anyone to be hurt?

Or perhaps, being selfish and greedy and wanting to retaliate is just pure human nature.

When he was young, he often asked himself the same question. Was he right to leave his mother's side to further his studies? Should he really live a carefree and luxurious life when his hands were dyed in the blood of others?

Was it really alright for him to continue living when he should have died back then?

He looked ahead where the window showcased an expanse of the city, "Love, do you want to hear a story of a young boy whose soul was stolen by the world?"