She went to the wrong table on a blind date and ended up getting married to a billionaire CEO.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, neon lights swayed in the night, reflecting on Haize's cold profile, making his expression particularly deep.

Haize drank a little wine, his gaze drifting out the window, his thoughts already wandering elsewhere.

Lately, he has been observing the woman's every move.

After their chance encounter at the hospital that day, he ordered his men to intensify their surveillance of the woman and Shen Qingge to ensure that the two would not have any further contact.

At the same time, he was also closely monitoring the woman's emotional changes, worried that she might do something irrational.

However, to his surprise, the woman did not break down or rebel as he had expected.

Instead, she became quieter and more focused on taking care of Ah-zai, as if the child had become the only meaning in her life.

This made Haize feel somewhat at ease.

Sitting in the back seat of the luxury car, Haize's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to seven years ago, to the scene when he first met that woman.

At that time, she was a young girl who had just graduated from school. Her eyes were clear and her smile was innocent. She worked as a waitress in a high-end club.

Her beauty caught Haize's eye—that unadorned, natural beauty, which is especially precious in a superficial world.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Haize was filled with adoration and admiration. That pure gaze made Haize, who was used to the hypocrisy of the world, momentarily lose his senses.

The story unfolded quickly after that, and a month later, she became his woman and moved into the apartment he had prepared especially for her.

The woman followed him when she was very young, and over the years, he seemed to be the only person in her eyes.

Even though she never dared to have any improper thoughts about marrying into the Hai family, her deep affection for Hai Ze never changed.

She adored him, depended on him, and when he was with her, Haize could feel that this woman was completely open to him, both physically and mentally.

Over the years, the woman has never had any wandering thoughts, nor has she ever made any excessive demands on him.

Haize knew that she, of course, also coveted his money and enjoyed the wealth and luxury that money could buy.

The woman came from a poor family. Even a little bit of money that Haize casually gave her was a completely new world for her, a life she never dared to dream of before.

But in the end, the woman did have genuine feelings for him.

This is why, over the years, women have come and gone in Haize's life, but he has never given up on this woman.

Even when she unexpectedly became pregnant, he allowed her to give birth.

This situation is actually quite common in wealthy circles—women who belong only to them, canaries kept in gilded cages.

Most of the time, they won't allow these women to have children; that would complicate things.

But Haize made an exception.

Shen Qingge is pregnant. When he learns that two women are pregnant at almost the same time, a bold plan forms in his mind—to switch the two children.

He would let Shen Qingge raise a daughter who wasn't his own, while he could let his own son grow up in a safe place, away from business battles and family conflicts, and at the same time, use him as leverage against Shen Qingge in the future.

He initially thought the woman would accept the arrangement without hesitation.

After all, in his view, for her, being able to raise a boy, a child who might become the future heir of the Hai family, should be something she couldn't ask for more.

However, he underestimated the power of maternal love.

From the day Ah-zai was born, although the woman outwardly accepted the arrangement and took care of Ah-zai dutifully, Haize could sense that there was always an unhealable wound deep in her heart.

That was the pain of a mother losing her own flesh and blood, a trauma that no amount of material compensation could ever heal.

Thinking of this, a rare hint of pity flashed in Haize's eyes.

The car continued its journey through the night, passing through bustling commercial areas and heading towards a suburban villa district.

On the wide road, luxury cars shuttle back and forth like flowing water, each carrying a different life story.

While looking out the window, Haize's thoughts remained fixed on the woman.

This chance encounter at the hospital allowed him to witness firsthand a woman's longing for her own daughter.

The longing was so intense that she risked touching her daughter's face, knowing it could bring danger and trouble.

This behavior made Haize realize that his arrangements for the child had completely broken the woman's heart.

Once she became a mother, she could no longer be the woman who simply belonged to him as before.

Given Haize's personality, a woman who "changes her mind" like this will certainly pay the price.

In the business world, any betrayal or disobedience will invite his ruthless retaliation.

This ruthless approach earned him a fearsome position in the business world.

But for some reason, Haize still felt pity for her.

Seeing how much pain she was in, yet still trying her best to take care of Ah-zai, Haize thought to himself, "Let it go. Since she's become my woman, I can guarantee her a worry-free life for the rest of her life."

Perhaps this arrangement is cruel and unfair to women.

He at least gave her a chance, a chance to raise a boy who might become the heir to the Hai family, a guarantee of a comfortable future.

Haize doesn't go to the villa much anymore; he has plenty of women anyway.

When I occasionally visit the villa, I only stay for a short while to play with Ah Zai before leaving.

During this time, he dated many women, but for some reason, he always felt that something was missing.

He slept with a top-tier female celebrity, who went to great lengths to please him, as if completing a task, mechanically and deliberately.

They spoke sweet words and made exaggerated gestures, but it was all like acting, with no genuine feelings whatsoever.

Haze knew very well that to these women, he was nothing more than a stepping stone, a tool that could provide them with resources and exposure.

He had tried being a socialite, exuding elegance and refinement in every gesture.

They know how to please a man in bed, and they also know how to maintain the right distance off the bed.

But that carefully calculated intimacy only made Haize feel an inexplicable sense of boredom.

He even dated professionally trained women in high-end clubs; their bodies were as supple as water, and their skills as refined as art, capable of fulfilling any man's fantasies.

But whenever he saw those professional smiles and eyes, Haze would think of the sincerity and affection in that woman's eyes when she looked at him, that pure emotion that could not be imitated.

No matter which woman it was, no matter how beautiful, passionate, or charming she was, Haize could always sense an invisible barrier.

Those women might give him temporary physical satisfaction, but they never truly touched his heart.

He knew what these women wanted from him—fame, fortune, status, or simply the vanity and power attached to him.

Their posture, their words, every action of theirs was carefully designed and had ulterior motives.

This feeling is unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

Haize has never been a person who needs emotions.

In his world, everything is a transaction, everything has a price, and everything can be measured in money and power.

Emotions? They are the refuge of the weak, a stumbling block in the business world, something he despises.

But why has he been feeling a strange sense of dissatisfaction lately?

Why did those lovemaking experiences that should have brought him pleasure leave him with only emptiness?