750: Chapter 745 She's Going to Give Birth

"Mm, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. I'm building Legos with my daughter."

"Ah? Okay, okay..."

Chen Guangke hung up the phone, still a bit dazed.

The man who had just shaken the hundred-billion-level European telecommunications market with a few words was now... building Legos with his daughter?

The contrast was simply too stark.

Shen Yan put down his phone, as if he had just handled a trivial matter.

He picked up the last piece and, amidst Youyou's cheers, placed it at the top of the castle.

A beautiful "Dream Castle" was complete.

"Daddy is the best!" Youyou happily threw her arms around Shen Yan's neck.

Shen Yan smiled.

This sense of accomplishment was purer and warmer than ringing the bell for an IPO or overcoming a technical hurdle.

Night fell.

After coaxing Youyou to sleep, Shen Yan returned to the bedroom.

He saw Liu Hui sitting on the edge of the bed, massaging her own legs.

He walked over without saying a word, squatted down, and took hold of her swollen ankles.

Liu Hui was startled.

"AYan, what are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Shen Yan's tone brooked no argument as he placed Liu Hui's feet on his knees and covered them with his hands.

His fingers were warm and strong, applying pressure with just the right amount of force.

A comfortable warm current instantly spread from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body.

Liu Hui was surprised to find that the acupoints Shen Yan was pressing were exactly where she felt the most soreness; under his touch, her entire leg felt much more relaxed.

"You... how do you know how to do this?"

"Learned it online," Shen Yan said casually.

In reality, he had specifically sought out a professional masseur to learn.

"You don't have to do this; you're already exhausted from being with Youyou all day," Liu Hui said heart-wrenchingly.

Shen Yan looked up at his wife's gentle face under the lamp light.

"I said, this is the most important project right now."

"I can't afford to offend the client of this project."

Liu Hui was amused by him, but her eyes grew a bit moist.

She leaned against the headboard, watching this man focus on massaging her, her heart filled to the brim with something called happiness.

Two in the morning.

Shen Yan was woken by a slight movement beside him.

Opening his eyes, he found Liu Hui awake, her hand on her belly.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" He immediately became tense.

"No," Liu Hui whispered, somewhat embarrassed, "It's just... I suddenly really want to eat the sour soup wontons from that old shop in the south of the city."

"Wait here."

Without a second thought, Shen Yan threw back the covers and got out of bed.

He threw on a coat and grabbed his car keys, ready to head out.

Liu Hui quickly pulled him back.

"Don't go; it's so late, they've long since closed."

"It's fine."

Shen Yan smiled, a flash of confidence in his eyes.

He took out his phone and dialed Ning Ke's number.

The phone was answered after one ring, and Ning Ke's perpetually energetic voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Shen, it's so late, what are your instructions?"

"Do me a favor and contact the owner of 'Li's Old Shop' in the south of the city. My wife wants their sour soup wontons. I'm heading there now."

Ning Ke froze for three seconds on the other end.

He, Ning Ke, a figure who could make the business circles of Jingzhou tremble with a stomp of his foot, was woken up in the middle of the night by Shen Yan for... a bowl of wontons?

But he didn't dare to be the least bit negligent.

"Understood! Mr. Shen, I guarantee that when you arrive, the owner and his wife will be waiting for you with the warmest smiles and freshly cooked wontons!"

Hanging up, Shen Yan winked at Liu Hui.

"See, problem solved."

Half an hour later.

When Shen Yan returned home carrying a steaming thermal container, Liu Hui was leaning against the headboard waiting for him.

The sour aroma of the wontons instantly filled the entire bedroom.

As Liu Hui ate the wontons, Shen Yan sat beside her watching her.

"Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."

"Mm."

Liu Hui ate heartily and with great satisfaction.

Looking at her, Shen Yan felt more at peace than after closing any business deal.

By the time she finished the wontons, the horizon was already turning the color of a fish's belly.

Liu Hui fell asleep contentedly, her breathing steady.

Shen Yan, however, had no desire to sleep.

He sat on the sofa by the bed and opened his silent laptop.

The screen instantly refreshed with hundreds of unread emails and dozens of meeting reminders.

Quantum Dynamics, Tiangong Technology, Prometheus Energy...

Behind every name lay trillions of dollars in capital and the future direction of several global industries.

Normally, he would start such a day with an espresso.

But now, he simply dimmed the screen brightness, his fingers flying silently across the keyboard.

Line after line of commands were sent all over the world via a quantum-encrypted network.

[Phase one data modeling for AI project 'pangu' is complete. Notify An Ran that they can prepare to inject the second round of funding.]

[Reply to Chen Guangke: The company trying to poach talent is called 'Singularity Intelligence', right? Tell them I admire their founder. Prepare for a full acquisition next week.]

[Notify Wu Ya to send me the profiles of those shareholders from 'deep space eye'. I want to see what other industries they have.]

After handling the most urgent matters, Shen Yan closed his laptop.

The morning light outside was faint.

He walked softly to the bedside and tucked in the corner of Liu Hui's quilt.

Days like these, peaceful and warm, passed quickly.

Shen Yan's office was set up in the study at home.

Every day he had breakfast with Youyou and took her to kindergarten.

Then he would return home to handle a few hours of work.

In the afternoon, he would accompany Liu Hui for a walk in the garden, listening to her talk about neighborhood anecdotes.

In the evening, he would pick up Youyou, and the family would have dinner, watch cartoons, or continue building that ever-growing "Dream Castle."

The business community in Jingzhou found it strange.

That Mr. Shen, who was once swift and decisive, appearing and disappearing like a divine dragon, seemed to have suddenly vanished.

Only a very few in the core circle knew that this big shot, who shook the world's winds and clouds, was at home on paternity leave.

A month later.

Liu Hui's due date arrived.

That evening, the family was huddled on the sofa watching a movie. Youyou was leaning in Shen Yan's arms, already sleeping with drool running down her chin.

Liu Hui suddenly let out a small gasp and grabbed Shen Yan's arm.

"AYan, I... I think I'm about to give birth."

Shen Yan's gaze moved from the screen, without a hint of panic.

He looked down and saw a small wet patch on the sofa beneath Liu Hui.

"Don't be afraid, I'll call for a car."

He took out his phone; instead of calling 120, he dialed a private number.

"It's me."

Before he could speak, a steady and capable female voice came from the other end.

"Understood, Mr. Shen. The fleet will arrive within three minutes. The VIP top floor of Jingzhou United Family International Hospital has been cleared, and the expert team is on full standby."

Putting down the phone, Shen Yan picked up Youyou and handed her to the Nanny who came running at the sound.

"Take good care of Youyou."

Then he bent down and carefully picked up Liu Hui in a princess carry.

"We're going to the hospital."

His voice was steady, and his heartbeat was steady, giving Liu Hui immense peace of mind.