Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 962: Who I Am Doesn’t Matter

Returning home, Ye Xinluo was still asleep.

Not disturbing her, he changed clothes and went into the kitchen.

In the evening

After she went to bed to rest, he left the bedroom and went to the study, staying there for several hours.

Beichen Rui thought that those people, not seeing Ye Xinluo, would make further moves, but unexpectedly, several days passed uneventfully.

It was Monday again, Jingxi got up on time and went to the dining room for breakfast, Beichen Rui was already waiting there.

Quickly finishing his food, he put on his backpack and held his father’s hand as they walked out.

At school, after sending him to the classroom door, he was about to leave when the little guy suddenly called after him.

Looking up with a smiling face, he said, "Daddy, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" Beichen Rui raised an eyebrow, his son rarely asked him for anything, so naturally he had to listen.

"It’s just that when you come home, can you swing by Z University to buy me some galaxy lollipops?"

Lately, Tongtong had become obsessed with these. He had searched on his phone for a long time to find out what they were, and there was a shop selling them near Z University, but he couldn’t go, so he had to ask him.

"You want to eat them?"

Jingxi shook his head, "Daddy, I just saw them on my phone recently and thought they looked nice. Can you buy me a box?"

He couldn’t resist when his wife acted coy, and his son’s skills in acting cute were even more powerful...

With a stern face, he coughed lightly, "Got it, where exactly is it?"

Hearing his reply, Jingxi immediately smiled, took out a note from the small pocket of his backpack, and handed it to him, "Thank you, Daddy. Be careful on the road, and drive slowly."

Sitting in the car, he unfolded the note and glanced at it, started the car, and headed towards Z University. When he reached the shop, he bought some galaxy lollipops, placed them in the back seat, and then drove back home.

Changing his shoes and entering the house, he looked around, "Tong Ma, hasn’t Xinluo gotten up yet?"

"No."

Glancing at his watch, it was already past ten, almost eleven. Could she still be sleeping?

She still wasn’t awake, in the afternoon she’d want to sleep again. The time she was awake was getting less and less, mostly curled up in bed.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, placing the things he bought on the table in the living room, then headed upstairs in his slippers.

Just as he grasped the doorknob, his phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and looked at the caller ID. Pausing in his movement to open the door, he turned and went to the balcony at the end of the hallway.

Just before the call was about to be disconnected, he answered, not speaking, quietly waiting.

After about ten seconds, a somewhat noisy sound came from the other end, followed by a woman’s voice, "Your wife is quite unreliable, isn’t she? We arranged to meet, but she didn’t show."

Beichen Rui furrowed his brows slightly, his voice calm, "Who are you?"

"I don’t like people who don’t keep their promises. Since she’s unwilling to meet me, let’s play a game, shall we?"

The person on the other end ignored Beichen Rui’s words and continued speaking.

"Who are you? What do you want?" His tone deepened, not surprised at all that she had called him directly.

It was clear this person had a purpose, but for now, the enemy was in the dark, and he was in the light, not knowing who was behind this.

A low laughter came from the woman, "Who I am doesn’t matter, as long as I know who you are. Since your wife doesn’t want to meet me, you can come. Three o’clock in the afternoon, at the edge of the cliff behind the abandoned factory in the suburbs, don’t miss it."