Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

"Is he just a tycoon? Do we really need to treat him like we're facing a formidable enemy?" Zhou Dacheng was somewhat puzzled.

"Just because someone spends money like water, does that make him a boss? Well, our guest can afford to book an entire floor; it's always right to be a bit more attentive," Gan Yuan said.

Others might not know Huangfu Jue's true identity, but she was fully aware of it.

This 'sir' was not just an ordinary rich man; as a Prince of A Country and the future heir to the throne, he was more than just a scion from a wealthy family—he was genuine nobility.

Having arranged the security work, she hurried to the control room to personally check if all surveillance equipment near the 56th floor was functioning properly.

She had already checked the reservation records; Huangfu Jue had only booked a room for five days. She prayed for five days of smooth sailing to successfully see off this esteemed guest, and then all would be well.

Earlier, Liu Chang had done a thorough job preparing, and Gan Yuan's transition to her work had been smooth. The entire afternoon passed without incident, she arranged dinner for Huangfu Jue, then issued instructions to the person in charge of the 56th floor, and only after that did Gan Yuan leave work and drive to pick up her son from kindergarten.

At the school gate, her son's headteacher was waiting with the little guy at the entrance.

Upon seeing Gan Yuan, the teacher immediately showed a face full of kind sympathy.

"I heard that little Gan Tang's grandfather passed away. Please accept my condolences!"

Gan Yuan glanced at her son standing next to the teacher, serene and unaffected, and had no choice but to put on a pained expression of losing a relative.

"Thank you, we're holding up," she said.

After bidding the teacher farewell and getting into the car, Gan Yuan started the vehicle, her gaze sweeping over Gan Tang seated in his child's car seat in the back.

"Next time, are you going to say your dad died too?"

In the backseat, Gan Tang's young eyes turned to face her through the rearview mirror.

"Isn't he dead?"

Gan Yuan was taken aback.

Gan Tang had certainly asked about his father before, and she had long ago told him that his father was dead.

"I was just saying," Gan Yuan said quickly, trying to change the subject. "Sit tight, I'm driving now."

In the backseat, Gan Tang leaned back into his seat, "A modeling agency came to the kindergarten this afternoon looking for child models."

"They must have chosen my son, right?" Gan Yuan asked with a smile.

The little guy had perfectly inherited her and that man's genes, plus an aura that surpassed that of ordinary children, making people often approach him for pictures when walking down the street. The last time she took him to an amusement park, people mistook him for a child star, so him being chosen made sense.

"Yeah," the child replied.

"Then should you consider it, to help your mom share some of our family's financial burden?" she teased with a laugh.

She had expected the little guy to respond with an emotionless "Boring."

But unexpectedly...

"I agreed," came the soft, childlike voice from the backseat.

Gan Yuan's eyebrows twitched; she stopped the car at a red light, turning to look at her son in complete puzzlement.

"Why?"

Usually averse to having his photo taken and not fond of bustling scenes—she had to take stealthy pictures of him, so his willingness to become a little model was quite out of character.

"The agency said if I get chosen as their spokesperson, there will be a reward of more than a million dollars a year," the little guy calmly watched his mother, his eyes glowing blue-violet in the twilight, "We can buy an apartment and won't have to move all the time."

The child's adult-like tone suddenly warmed Gan Yuan's heart.

Their landlord had just called a few days prior to inform them that the house was being sold and they needed to move out soon.