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A month passed quickly.

Zhan had sent the paper contracts he signed to Dilraba and got them back. But Yibo’s men still didn’t come to him.

People who were not loved in their childhood grew up fast, so Zhan could remain calm most of the time.

Now he realized that Yibo stopped looking for him.

So, he didn’t need to hide anymore.

Then Zhan got a new number and contacted Ziyi.

Zhan had thought about going back to Beijing.

But on a second thought, he had sacrificed much to get out. So, he couldn’t just go back now.

Moreover, why should he return there? He didn’t miss anyone or anything.

And Zhan thought that Yibo would not let him go so easily.

Perhaps Yibo didn’t want to look for him now. But it didn’t mean that Yibo wouldn’t come to take away the child when he delivered the baby.

Zhan pondered for a moment. It would be better to stay in Sydney.

Dilraba liked Zhan’s script very much and often discussed about it with Zhan by video-chatting.

After all, Zhan wrote it by imagination. If it was to be made into an online drama, it must undergo censorship from relevant authorities. And it must be logical.

They had revised it for a few times. In the end, they made the final version in April.

Zhan was expected to give birth in July.

“This is the last chapter. You can check it. If there’s no problem, then that’s it. I’m gonna rest well for my baby.”

As Zhan spoke, he pressed send and sent the last chapter to Dilraba.

Then, he moved his neck and touched his belly out of habit, which was like a big ball.

Dilraba saw his belly in the video. She hesitated before asking, “Are you going to have a baby abroad?”

“Yes.” Zhan nodded.

In the past few months, Dilraba and he had been discussing the script.

They often quarreled when they disagreed with each other. And they never compromised easily.

However, they were getting closer.

Dilraba asked Zhan, “Has Yibo come to find you?”

“No.”

“You…”

“Alright, let’s call it a day. I’m a little tired. I’ll contact you if there are any problems.” Zhan turned off the video before Dilraba finished her words.

Then he sat blankly at his desk for a while before he opened his browser and searched [Wang Yibo.]

He pressed enter and saw the search results. Then he noticed the small words at the top of the page: 14, 700,000 Results.

At the top of all the results was Yibo’s profile.

Below it was the latest news about Yibo.

Every search result was about Yibo.

Some were discussing him, while others were talking about his family.

Yibo took over the Wang Group and was a hot topic to the public. The media would like to report anything about him.

It was easy for Zhan to know how Yibo had been recently.

Zhan moved the mouse and flipped through the news.

Nowadays, media liked to use sensational headlines to attract people’s attention. And the contents were similar.

Yibo often appeared in business news.

Sometimes, there were some gossips about him. But none of them were proved real.

Yibo was handsome and powerful. Moreover, the Wangs were all powerful people. So, he easily attracted the attention of the public.

In the past, when people thought of Wang Yibo, they would describe him as “ugly and impotent”.

Now, his labels had changed when Zhan searched him online. Now they said Yibo was a billionaire upstart in the business world.

The one and only successor of the powerful Wangs.

Ordinary people would look up to any one of those labels.

Zhan was one of them.

When they lived together, Zhan didn’t feel so. But they had been apart for a long time, Zhan began to feel that he was out of his league.

Sometimes, Zhan recalled the days when he was with Yibo and felt it was like a dream.

Suddenly, he felt the baby in his belly kicking him.

Zhan looked down and patted on it to comfort the baby.

He whispered, “Honey, he is your father. He is very handsome, but he’s a little short-tempered.”

Then he stopped.

Zhan pursed his lips, stood up and turned off his computer. He was going to the kitchen to cook something for himself.

When he opened the refrigerator, he found it was quite empty.

His belly grew and he wanted to finish revising the script with Dilraba as soon as possible. So, he hadn’t been out lately.

Now he could only eat out.

Zhan went back to his room and got changed. Then, he took his wallet and went out.

It was mild in Sydney’s April, neither cold nor hot.

When Zhan went out, he found that the door of the next house was open. There were a few cars at the door.

He had lived here for months and had never seen his neighbor. When he passed by, he was so curious that he couldn’t help but look inside.

A few boys were walking out. They were about sixteen or seventeen years old. Some were black, and the others were white.

They hung up on each other’s shoulders, laughing and talking.

Zhan was surprised, but he just turned around and left.

The boys also noticed him.

There were many Chinese here. But they seldom saw a single Chinese person, who was pretty and pregnant.

So, those boys whistled behind him. And they also said something in English, such as “pretty” and “gorgeous”.

But they didn’t sound nice to Zhan.

So, he ignored them and quickened his pace. He walked to the restaurant where he often had dinner.

After dinner, Zhan went to the supermarket and bought some food before returning home.

Zhan walked faster when he passed by his neighbor.

Fortunately, those boys weren’t at home. They seemed to go out for something.

 

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In Beijing City.

 

It was late at night when Yibo came out of the Wang Group.

Bowen saw him come out and opened the car door for him. “Mr. Wang.”

Instead of getting into the car, Yibo looked up at Bowen, Bowen knew what he wanted. He stretched out his other hand. There was a mobile phone on it.

Yibo took the phone over and did not get into the car. He stood at the door and turned it on.

The screen lit up, showing a picture of a man.

The man in the photo was wearing a thin grey coat with a loose white cloth. He was pregnant and having dinner in the restaurant.

The person probably took the picture through the window in the distance, so the man’s face was not very clear.

When he lowered his head to eat, his hair was hanging down and covered half of his face.

But Yibo just stared at the photos, looking mesmerized.

After a while, Yibo asked, “He’s been eating these outside?”

His voice was hoarse, which made him sound lonely in the night breeze.

Bowen replied, “No, Mrs. Wang usually cooks himself. He hasn’t been out recently. Because he has been busy with his work, he didn’t realize there was out of food at home. So, he went out for dinner today.”

“Alright.” Yibo replied indifferently, then bent down and sat in the car.

Bowen closed the car door for him and couldn’t help but sigh slightly.

When Yibo told them not to disturb Zhan, Bowen thought that he was just saying it.

He knew Yibo well. Yibo would definitely bring Zhan back if he had found him.

Because of the kidnap in his childhood, Yibo seemed to have some personality flaws. He was paranoid and suspicious, so it was very difficult to make him listen to others.

Therefore, Bowen didn’t take it seriously when he heard that order.

He thought that Yibo would change his mind in a few days and get Zhan back.

However, he was completely wrong.

Instead of sending someone to bring Zhan back, he sent people to secretly follow him in Sydney. He also ordered them to take photos of Zhan every day secretly without disturbing him.

If Zhan did not go out that day, they should also take a picture of his door.

Cheng told Bowen more than once that Yibo was crazy.

And Bowen also felt the same way.

Bowen shook his head and got into the car. Then he drove towards Yibo’s apartment.

Since Zhan set fire to Yibo’s mansion, Yibo moved to an apartment not far from the Wangs Group.

Sometimes, he just stayed in the company.

While driving, Bowen secretly observed Yibo.

Yibo was still staring at Zhan’s pictures on the phone.

He received many photos today, and just looked at each for a long time.

However, he stopped on this photo.

In the photo, there were some boys with different colors of skin behind Zhan.

Yibo often looked at Zhan’s photos, so he could tell that they were near Zhan’s house.

“Who are they?” Yibo asked in a low voice.

The traffic light just turned red.

When Bowen looked at it, he discovered that Yibo was referring to the people standing behind Zhan in the photo.

Bowen did not feel anything unusual.

“They are just passers-by,” Bowen said.

Yibo looked at it and said seriously, “I have never seen these people before.”

“What?” Bowen was puzzled.

Could Yibo remembered all the people who had appeared in the background of Zhan’s photos?

Bowen was still in surprise when he heard Yibo saying calmly, “Have someone investigate who these people are and watch them carefully.”

“Yes, sir.” Bowen replied.

He drove the car to the apartment.

Yibo entered the building and then Bowen left.

Yibo opened the door and it was pitch black in the room.

He turned on the lights and went straight into the bedroom.

Zhan’s photos were all over the room.

These photographs had been taken by his subordinates in Sydney in the past few months. Some were clear while some blurry.

Yibo hadn’t deleted any photograph and developed them all even though some were very blurry.

Yibo took off his coat and slowly rolled up his sleeves onto his forearm.

He walked over to the printer with a cable, connected his phone and started printing today’s new photos.

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