Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

The little fellow turned another page of the book.

"No."

Gan Yuan shook her head gently and picked up the pen to sign her full name in the last column for guardian.

Seeing her complete the signing of the documents, the staff member who had brought Gan Tang back immediately put down the glass of water in hand and rose from the sofa.

"Well, I'll head back now. Follow-up matters will be handled by specialized staff who will contact you. Please cooperate as much as possible."

"Of course." Gan Yuan smiled, stood up, and escorted the person to the door, watching them walk away before turning around to sit beside her son, who was reading. She wrapped her arm around Gan Tang's small shoulders, "My son is truly amazing, making enough money for a new house so quickly. It looks like mommy might be able to retire early, huh?"

The little guy put down his book and looked at her seriously, "I can make money now, so if mommy doesn't want to work, she can quit. I'll support you."

Looking at his little face, Gan Yuan felt a wave of warmth in her heart and kissed his cheek gently before pulling him into an embrace with a deep breath.

"Good son."

Her palm gently caressed her son's soft short hair as the corners of Gan Yuan's lips curved slightly upwards.

For her son, she had given up much and endured hardships, yet she never regretted it.

Indeed, time proved that she was right; the child was the best gift life had bestowed upon her.

Even now, she firmly believed that keeping him had been the most correct decision of her life.

"Since my son is going to be a model soon, of course, he needs to buy some new clothes." Gan Yuan glanced at her watch, "Just give me a few minutes to finish my work, and then we'll go to the mall."

Getting up and walking over to her desk, she spotted the cheque on it and casually picked it up, her lips curling lightly as she scanned over the figures.

"Speaking of which, the head of this company is quite amusing, directly giving two million to this little brat."

"That's because your son is worth that price." The little guy spoke calmly.

Gan Yuan casually placed the cheque into the chequebook, "Wrong, my son is priceless!"

The phone on the desk rang, and Gan Yuan frowned as she glanced at the number.

"What does this annoying devil want now?" She reached out to answer the call, "Hello?!"

"Come to my room."

Huangfu's voice was pleasant and authoritative on the other end.

Gan Yuan's fingers tightened around the receiver, yet her tone remained gentle.

"May I ask what Mr. Huangfu needs?"

"You have a son, Miss Gan, right?"

Her heart skipped a beat.

Why would he suddenly ask about that?

Could it be he knows who she is, who Gan Tang is?

Gan Yuan clutched her fingers tightly, striving to keep her voice calm.

"Why do you ask, Mr. Huangfu?"

"To meet in person."

Then the call ended.

"Hello? Hello!"

Only the dial tone came through the receiver.

"Damn it!"

Muttering a curse, Gan Yuan circled the desk and rushed to the door, pulling it open but halting in her tracks. She turned to look at Gan Tang, who was back to reading intently on the sofa.

"Xiaotang, you..."

The little guy lifted his face, looking at her with confusion.

"It's nothing." Gan Yuan held back the question on the tip of her tongue, "Just wait here for mommy a moment, I'll be back quickly."

"Okay."

Xiaotang dropped his gaze back to his book and continued reading.

Biting her lip, Gan Yuan strode out of the office, rushed into the elevator, and as it ascended, she crossed her arms and fell into deep thought.

How did that guy find out, and what did he want to talk to her about...