Billionaire's Runaway Wife Came Back With Babies

"Dad, I'm giving birth, go, to the hospital..."

The tightening pain from her belly gradually caused Ye Ranran's consciousness to slip away; she raised her hand to grasp her father Ye Zhiyuan's hand, her voice as thin as thread.

However, Ye Zhiyuan's face showed no hint of panic; instead, he calmly pulled his hand away, turned to his eldest daughter for a stack of documents, and then grabbing Ye Ranran's hand, stuffed a black pen into it.

"Come on, sign this share transfer document and dad will take you to the hospital, I guarantee the bastard in your belly stays alive." His words were ice cold, void of any warmth.

At that moment, Ye Zhiyuan's eyes saw only shares and money.

"Dad... I..." Ye Ranran's voice trembled, her face pale as paper, her misty eyes brimming with pain and disappointment.

Her own father, to obtain the Huashang Group left by her mother Su Qinghua, sent her to a gangster's room letting her suffer unbearable torment, and after she got pregnant, he had her locked in a psychiatric hospital under the pretext of schizophrenia.

Today, his lack of humanity was clear when he signaled his stepmother Qin Huaiyu and others to beat her, stating if she didn't sign the share transfer document giving Huashang to him, she shouldn't think about leaving the psychiatric hospital alive.

He was her biological father, the man she had always looked up to and respected.

Even if he didn't like her, he had no right to destroy her life!

"Why talk nonsense to her? Just take her hand and press the fingerprint; someone can forge the signature later!" Qin Huaiyu, losing patience, her beautiful face contorted, looking like a devil straight out of hell, raised her foot and viciously struck Ye Ranran's belly again.

A stream of fresh blood flowed from between Ye Ranran's legs as she issued a whimpering pain.

A flicker of disgust passed through Qin Huaiyu's eyes. Cursing under her breath, she vigorously pushed away her husband Ye Zhiyuan, roughly grabbed Ye Ranran's right index finger, dabbed it in ink, and pressed it several times on the signature line of the contract. Then standing up, her gaze ominously cold, she kicked Ye Ranran again.

"You little whore, from now on you have nothing to do with the Ye Family, and he's no longer your dad. Don't even dream of getting a penny from the Ye Family, understand?" Qin Huaiyu said harshly.

Ye Ranran clenched her teeth, not uttering a single word; at that moment, she couldn't hear what this woman was saying clearly, her ears ringing faintly, her body trembling like a sieve, on the verge of collapse...

"Alright, she's already like this, what's the use of scolding her? Call the ambulance immediately, let her go to the hospital to give birth." Ye Zhiyuan's gesture was pulling Qin Huaiyu's arm, implying not to let something happen to Ye Ranran.

However, Qin Huaiyu wrenched free from Ye Zhiyuan, crouched down, and raised her hand to Ye Ranran's face. A couple of sharp slaps echoed, her voice cold as an ice cellar, "Why should I! It's better for such a disgrace to die!"

Her words fell, and she signaled her eldest daughter Ye Xuefu. The mother-daughter duo flanked Ye Zhiyuan's arm from left and right, not giving the man a chance to speak, and briskly walked outside.

Ye Ranran lay there, watching their nauseating figures moving further and further away, her hand on her belly, weakly blinking, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, only saying, "I can't die."

"Oh my God! Miss Ye... Miss Ye, what's wrong with you!"

The psychiatric resident Tang Siqi stood by the door, shouting loudly.

Ye Ranran raised her hand, her mouth opening and closing, but before she could utter a cry for help, her world plunged into darkness...

Five years later, Feng City.

The morning light was faint. Outside the white solitary villa's gate, five little boys carrying vegetables and fruits captured everyone's gaze.

Each wore little shirts in red, yellow, blue, green, and white, black casual pants, and yellow sneakers. Their delicate features, under the bright sunshine, glowed faintly, appearing like princely figures from an oil painting aged around four or five years old, exuding an aura unmatched by others.

The little leader pushed open the front door, followed by five adorable children tiptoeing inside.

They had clear roles, right after entering, the eldest, Ye Xingchen, took the youngest, Ye Xingyu, to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, while the third child, Ye Xinglan, and the fourth, Ye Xinghao, cleaned the rooms, and the icy second child, Ye Xingtong, went to the closet to organize clothes.

Half an hour later, the five charming children gently pushed open the door of Ye Ranran's room, standing on either side of the bed.

In unison, they said, "Mommy, it's time to get up."

Ye Ranran's eyelids fluttered, her hand resting on her forehead, she lazily said, "It's still early, let me sleep a bit longer."

"It's already eight in the morning," Ye Xingchen extended his little hand, gently holding Ye Ranran's big hand, "So beautiful mommy, you can't stay in bed any longer."

The gentle wake-up service got Ye Ranran out of bed, she groggily went to wash up, then stumbled downstairs.

"Mommy, start with a glass of milk to stimulate your appetite." The introverted Ye Xingyu held a cup of milk, heads down, his little face flushed with shyness.

Ye Ranran took the milk, rubbed her little son's fluffy head, "Thank you, my baby."

Seeing this, Ye Xinglan felt a bit jealous, tugged at Ye Ranran's clothes, tilted his head, and with a captivating smile, cooed, "Mommy, I want a good morning kiss!"

Ye Ranran put down the milk cup, knelt down, and kissed her third son on the face, then hugged and kissed the little one.

Both little ones received kisses, their eyes curved, as satisfied as if they had tasted honey.

However, the fourth child, Ye Xinghao, was not as comfortable. He disdainfully glanced at the third child, turned away, and said insincerely, "I'm not like them. I'm not a two or three-year-old kid, I don't like such childish morning kisses!"

His voice was not loud, but Ye Ranran heard it.

Knowing her fourth child's temper, Ye Ranran smiled, then gave kisses to the eldest, the second, and the fourth child, only then did the furrow between the fourth child's brows smooth.

After breakfast, Ye Xingchen came over, smiling elegantly, "Mommy, if there are any problems during the court trial, remember to call us, we are your strongest backbone."

Ye Ranran's heart instantly warmed, she hugged her son, smiling, "Got it, my babies!"

Today was the trial at the Intermediate Court, she had returned to the country six months ago, had not taken any jobs, focusing only on the lawsuit against Qin Huaiyu and her daughter, intending to prove that the signature on the share transfer contract years ago was forged, and thus regain the Huashang Group.

So after changing clothes, she left home with the documents.

The trial started at eleven in the morning and lasted four hours, but the last thing Ye Ranran heard was: "After deliberation, the defendant, Qin Huaiyu, not guilty in the crime of forging signatures to transfer shares..."

As she walked out of the courthouse, the rage within Ye Ranran had not subsided; she had intended to find a quiet corner to collect herself but ran into the haughty Qin Huaiyu and her daughter.

"Ye Ranran, you should finally believe what the judge said, right? That contract was signed by you yourself, you willingly transferred to your father!" Qin Huaiyu's tone was laden with a hint of mockery.

"Whether it was willingly or not, you know better than I do," Ye Ranran's face was cold.

Qin Huaiyu laughed loudly,

"So what? The judge has already made a ruling, suing me again would be futile! You just came back to the country, you'd better behave, don't oppose the Ye family, otherwise, you won't even know how you died."