How many loves can be relived in the story of a devoted CEO pursuing his wife?

Lin Xuedong had just finished smoking a cigarette in the terrace garden. He looked down, his eyes as deep as the night.

At this moment, the phone screen displays Xie Zhanming's last conversation with him: "All data and records have been destroyed."

"elder brother……"

A soft, mournful cry from Lin Lan was carried on the breeze.

He turned around and put his phone back in his pocket. "Why did you come out?"

"Mommy just called, she's blaming us for not going home." Lin Lan walked up to him, her small face slightly tilted up, her eyes shifting with the light and shadow. "Tonight... I don't want to go home. Can I... can I stay at your house with Zhiyuan for a while?"

Lin Xuedong narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"I'm about to be separated from my child, and I'm thinking of spending as many days as I can with him." She spoke softly and then lowered her head.

Lin Xuedong's face suddenly darkened, his eyes revealing an undeniable ruthlessness. "Impossible!"

"Lin Lan, I'm warning you, don't push your luck any further."

"From now on, you must stay put until my wedding with Sisi is over, and then I will naturally send you to Hong Kong."

Lin Lan shook her head, grabbed his sleeve for a long time, and then said, "I promise I won't affect your and Sisi's lives, brother, please."

"I have no attachment to anything now, I just want to spend a few more days with my child."

Unfortunately, her charming appearance failed to move Lin Xuedong's heart in the slightest.

He stared at Lin Lan's hand gripping his sleeve, his eyes seemingly frosty. "Let go."

"Brother, please have pity on me. After arriving in Hong Kong, I will have nothing left..." Lin Lan seemed not to hear her, her fingers clenched even tighter, and her eyes reddened.

"Don't try that on me. You were never supposed to have anything." Lin Xuedong ignored him, his deep voice carrying a dangerous undertone, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

He is not a heartless or ruthless person.

Having done this much, I've already done more than enough for her.

After shaking off Lin Lan's hand, Lin Xuedong calmly put his hands in his pockets.

He's about to get married to Liu Sisi, which is crucial to his career, image, and family happiness, so he can't afford any mistakes.

He took a deep breath, his jaw tightened, and said coldly, "Lin Lan, that's enough. Don't push me."

“After you go to the port city, you will have a new social life and be well-off. This is the limit of what I can do for you.”

"No worries about food and clothing? What does that mean to me!" Lin Lan suddenly raised her head, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the emotions that were about to get out of control. "What I want is my child, to be able to watch him grow up. But just thinking about how I will spend every night in the future missing my child is unbearable."

"Brother, believe me, I'll be good! It's only a little over a week, can I stay by Zhiyuan's side?" Lin Lan's shoulders trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Lin Xuedong took a half step back and sneered, "Stop thinking about it, everyone go back inside."

The man's cold aura brushed past Lin Lan, carrying an unyielding resolve that brooked no dissent.

The moment she closed her eyes, tears finally streamed down her face like beads.

In the vast terrace garden, a gentle evening breeze blew, leaving only a solitary, shivering figure...

Liu Sisi was busy for several more days, and Aunt Fang prepared medicinal meals for her every day without fail, and her complexion became increasingly rosy.

That day, Liu Sisi had just finished a slimming Pilates session and seen her personal trainer off when Lin Lan suddenly visited.

"Where's Sisi? I just bought some boys' clothes for Zhiyuan and Zhihe. They're so cute! Tell her to come down and take a look!" In the living room, Lin Lan casually tossed several shopping bags onto the sofa and asked Aunt Fang.

"Miss Lin, it's hot outside, please have some tea." Aunt Fang served tea at the right time, her attitude neither warm nor cold. "Madam is taking a bath, and the children are taking a nap."

"Oh? It's nothing. I was just in a good mood today and suddenly felt like coming to see the child..." Lin Lan pretended not to notice, raised her hand to fan herself, and then took another sip of tea.

The moment she looked up, her eyes met those of Zeng Meiyu, who had just come down from the second floor. "Aunt Zeng~"

"Hey, Lanlan, what brings you here? And you've brought so much stuff."

"They're all for the children." Lin Lan smiled, got up and walked over, casually linking her arm with Zeng Meiyu's. "What time do they usually sleep?"

"She just woke up and is breastfeeding." Zeng Meiyu was even more enthusiastic than her. "Come on, let's go upstairs and see Zhiyuan."

"How has he been adjusting these past few days?"

"It's alright. Zhiyuan is much quieter than Zhihe. That child is quite easy to coax."

"Hehe, really? Then I'm relieved. I missed him terribly."

“Come visit often if you miss your kids.” The two chatted as they walked back.

Zeng Meiyu is a sentimental person. What mother doesn't miss her child? Even knowing Lin Lan's own situation, she can't sever blood ties; that's human nature.

"That would be so annoying, I wouldn't like it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come see the kids more often and chat with us. What's so troublesome about you? Adong has a lot of social engagements, and there are only a few of us women at home. If you come, it will be very lively here."

Zeng Meiyu enjoys lively gatherings, especially since she is her daughter's best friend and Lin Zhiyuan's mother.

As the two walked away, their laughter fading into the distance, Aunt Fang looked at the empty staircase and frowned.

She then took out her phone, sent a message to Assistant Xiao, sighed, and followed him upstairs.

Lin's Building.

Ah Xiao gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white, and raised his hand to knock on the solid wood door of the president's office.

He turned the doorknob only after hearing the answer.

The large carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was filled with sunlight, and the few green plants stretched freely, which only made the man working at his desk appear even more lonely.

Lin Xuedong rested one hand on his forehead, his brows furrowed slightly, his gaze focused on the documents on the table.

"President Lin." Ah Xiao's throat tightened slightly as he stepped inside.

Lin Xuedong subconsciously responded, then looked up and relaxed his neck. "What is it?"

"Miss Lin is currently at Azure Sky Peak."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuedong was slightly taken aback.

His deep black eyes suddenly darkened, and almost without thinking, the office chair scraped against the floor with a sharp sound, shattering the silence in the next second.

Ah Xiao's heart skipped a beat. Before he could even blink, he saw the man's tall figure flash past his sight and stride toward the door.

In the back seat of the Bentley, Lin Xuedong unbuttoned his tie, his movements elegant yet revealing a hint of irritation.

He loosened his tie, his Adam's apple bobbing, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and mellow, like a fine vintage wine: "Sisi, what are you doing?"

"Why are you calling at this hour? Aren't you busy?" On the other end of the line, Liu Sisi had just stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, holding her phone in one hand and drying her wet hair with a towel in the other.

However, her lighthearted tone failed to reassure the man.

"I missed you." Lin Xuedong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a seemingly gentle smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, which were as deep as a cold night's pool.

Xiao, sitting in the passenger seat, quietly raised an eyebrow, silently grumbling to himself.

If he hadn't caught a glimpse of the man's cold expression in the rearview mirror, he would have almost been fooled by those tender words.

No wonder Liu Sisi both loves and hates Lin Xuedong, yet is completely obedient to him.

Who would have thought that behind that gentle, soothing voice was a face as cold as ice, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the air instantly?