After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Qin Pinsen tried to stand up by supporting himself on the sofa next to him.

But my body wouldn't obey me.

I felt dizzy and my legs were weak. I managed to prop myself up, but then I fell down again with a thud, knocking the bottles over.

"dad!"

Qin Youyao ran over, her eyes full of worry, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Pinsen leaned back on the sofa with difficulty, reached out and touched Qin Youyao's face, "It's okay... don't worry, go to sleep, you have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

Qin Youyao wiped his face with a handkerchief and whispered, "Where are Aunt Ya Ya and my little brother? Where did they go again... And why are there fewer and fewer maids and nannies here? Dad, is something... wrong with our family...?"

At this moment, Qin Pinsen felt even more powerless and almost burst into tears.

Now, even her daughter has noticed that something is wrong.

As a father, he still has to make his daughter worry; it's truly... a complete failure...

"Yaoyao, nothing's wrong with our family," Qin Pinsen said, hugging his daughter tightly so she wouldn't see him cry. He whispered in her ear, "Daddy's just too tired and wants to rest. Be a good girl, go back to your bedroom and sleep, okay?"

"Dad, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Dad still has work to do, he'll go to sleep later."

"Okay, goodnight, Dad."

"Okay, goodnight, my sweet daughter."

Qin Pinsen loosened his arms and watched his daughter go upstairs. After holding back for a while to make sure she wouldn't come down, he buried his head in his hands and burst into tears.

He didn't even dare to cry loudly, afraid that his daughter would hear him.

I don't know how much time has passed.

He dragged himself to the study.

He plugged the landline back in, which he had unplugged for fear of being contacted by people from the company, and then called Mingyun.

It's already 10 p.m.

Mingyun was just getting ready to go to sleep when her phone vibrated.

"Hey? Who is this?" she asked after answering the phone.

"It's me..." Qin Pinsen said drunkenly, "Mingyun... I feel so bad right now... I want to see you."

Mingyun frowned. "You've had too much to drink. If it's not important, please don't call me."

Qin Pinsen immediately said, "Yunyun... let's make up, okay? Will you... remarry me? I... I can't live with He Ya anymore..."

"Nonsense." Mingyun hung up the phone immediately.

And then they blocked that number.

Then turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Qin Pinsen, increasingly intoxicated by the alcohol, didn't notice that the other end of the phone had hung up. He continued speaking incoherently:

"I'm only just realizing... Heya... Heya can't compare to you..."

"I've been married to you for six years, and you've never lost your temper with me... You've never wasted any of our money... And you've never abandoned our daughter..."

"During the six years you were here, the Qin family was harmonious both inside and outside..."

"But once I divorced you and married He Ya, everything changed, things became beyond my control..."

"For more than a year, I felt like I was living in hell."

"My dad is dying, my mom is in trouble, and the company is in complete chaos... He Ya doesn't care about my situation at all. I used to be so good to her, I was almost willing to give my life for her, but... but this is how she treats me now."

"She calls me useless. I've tried so hard to satisfy her in everything I do, doing countless things according to her wishes, but she looks down on me more and more..."

"Yunyun...you would never do this..."

"Even when I was paralyzed six years ago, you would encourage and comfort me... He Ya couldn't do that, she's not a good woman..."

"Yunyun, I regret it. Please come back to me. I really... really need you, even more than I did six years ago. Please, come back..."

"If you're willing to come back, I'll divorce He Ya immediately, and I'll give you everything I have..."

"..."

……

The next morning.

Qin Pinsen was woken up by Steward Yang.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on the study floor, still clutching the landline phone in his hand.

"Young Master, two people want to buy the Qin residence," said Steward Yang. "Are you really going to sell it?"

Qin Pinsen immediately stood up. "Two people? Did you try to negotiate the price?"

Selling the Qin residence for 1.5 billion yuan is already considered a 50% discount, but the price is still very high. Looking across the country, there aren't many people with the financial means to buy it.

Moreover, having the ability does not necessarily mean having the need.

Then there are even fewer people who might be willing to buy it.

In addition, with the real estate industry declining in recent years, buyers with both financial strength and interest have to think twice and are bound to be more cautious.

Qin Pinsen was mentally prepared to wait at least one or two years.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after the news was released, two people contacted me at the same time.

Then Butler Yang told him that both buyers were very agreeable, not only did they not haggle, but they also said that they could complete the transaction at any time.

A long-lost light appeared in Qin Pinsen's eyes.

Over the past year, he has scraped together funds by selling off various assets, but he still needs two to three billion to plug the hole. Once he gets this 1.5 billion, although it won't fill all the group's hole at once, it will be enough to give him a breather.

He believed that if given more time, he could resolve the internal problems of the group and restore it to normal operation.

"Young master, are you really going to sell?" Steward Yang asked again.

Qin Pinsen paced back and forth, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. "Sell, but there's no need to rush. It seems both sides are very keen to buy. Let's talk to them again. By the way, do you know who they are?"

Manager Yang said, "Neither side revealed their identities, but both have verified their credentials, so it shouldn't be a joke."

"Okay, I'll leave this to you," Qin Pinsen said. "Take advantage of the competition between the two sides to raise the price for me appropriately. If necessary, let the two sides bid against each other, and I'll sell to whoever offers the most."

"Yes, young master."

Manager Yang left.

Upon arriving at Villa No. 2, he walked to a corner and made a phone call.

He gave a polite report, then respectfully inquired, "Was it done exactly according to his method?"

A voice that sounded quite old came from the phone, "Yeah, let him do whatever he wants. This is his last chance. If he can turn things around, it will prove his ability."

"Yes, I understand."

After the mysterious phone call ended, Manager Yang followed instructions and contacted the two buyers who wanted to purchase the Qin residence.

That afternoon.

Two unfamiliar faces arrived at the Qin residence.

Manager Yang received the man and woman in a reception room.

When they saw there was another buyer, their expressions changed slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, Ms. Zheng," said Manager Yang as he poured tea for them, "since you both want to buy the Qin residence, I'll keep things simple and have you discuss it with me in person. Do you have any objections?"