Over at Song Ruoxin's end, her eyebrow twitched as she heard a cold male voice ask for the little boy's current location. She walked around the counter and knelt beside the little boy.
"little one, how about letting me speak with your father. I will tell him the address of this bookshop so that he can get to you quickly".
The boy blinked and puffed out his cheeks. He glanced down at her for a few seconds, "Um, I don't know if Daddy would let me..."
The boy's father must have overheard their conversation because he quickly replied, "Don't worry Tao Tao, let me speak with her".
"... You don't mind... But she is a stranger?"
"That is alright, as long as it concerns your safety".
"Okay, then I will give her the phone," he took the phone away from his little ears and held it out to her, "Here".
"Thanks," Song Ruoxin smiled as she took the phone from the boy and brought it to her ear, "Hello, I am Ruoxin. Your son is at the moon book shop at xxxxxx".
"Thank you, I will be there soon".
"see you soon".
The man cut the call after ensuring that hus soon was safe not that she minded after all this was hus child.
She took a photo of herself and the little boy and sent it to the man with a picture of their location in real time.
Qin Shoiming arrived at the bookshop forty minutes later. She glanced at the door as she heard a chime and a tall handsome man in a black three-piece suit walked into the room.
"Welcome_"
The man nodded, he glanced around until his gaze fell on the little boy seated on the table close to the counter.
He smiled and ran to the boy, "Tao Tao!"
Song Ruoxin set the tray of empty cups down on the counter and walked toward the father and son.
Qin Shoiming held his son up and rubbed his back gently. He looked up and he saw a slight movement at his side. He relax as he saw Song Ruoxin's.
He moved his son to his side and turned to the woman. The girl was very beautiful and was about a head shorter than him. He was pretty tall for a man at 190 cm.
She was in a black T-shirt l, jeans, and a brown apron over her clothes which made her seem younger. With her heart-shaped face, deep-set black eyes, and pink bow-shaped lips.
His lips curved, "You must be Miss Song, thank you for taking care of my son".
Song Ruoxin's breath hitched as she met his calm gaze. When she saw the reporters chasing the little boy, she assumed that the young boy was a celebrity's child.
However, now that she has met his father, it did not seem like the case. He did not look like any celebrity she knew.
She would remember anyone this handsome. with his sharp facial features, her cheeks flamed as he smiled down at her.
She quickly found her voice, "Uh... It was nothing. Anyone would do that if they were in the same situations".
She laughed softly and glanced at the little fellow, "The reporters_"
"Don't worry about them, they will not disturb you. I heard what you did, thank you. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you".
She smiled and shook her head, "It is alright. I just don't like seeing grown men bully little children... One more thing, he mentioned that he was separated from his class.
"Shouldn't the school have informed you that he was missing by now? I think his teacher or someone in charge must be working with the paparazzi".
Qin Shoiming's smile froze and he tilted his head to the side. He adjusted his son's weight before shifting his gaze to her. His face flushed and he quickly looked away as he met her bright smile.
He blinked rapidly, "I... We should get going. It doesn't seem right to keep you from your work".
"mmmm, do you want a cup of coffee to go..."
"No! There is no need to do that. I am good," he glanced at his son's heavy eyes and gently pulled the little one's head down to his shoulder, "I should get going, once again... Thank you".
"Your welcome," she stepped forward, picked up the boy's little backpack, and passed it to Qin Shoiming. Who hung it on his free shoulder before leaving the bookshop.
She escorted Father and Son to the door and watched them get into the black Bentley waiting outside the bookshop.
Her eyes widened for a few seconds on seeing the car but she quickly schooled her expression so as not to embarrass herself.
She returned to the bookshop once the car was out of sight, her co-worker a tall woman in her early twenties ran to her as she walked in.
"Do you have any idea who that was, Ruoxin-Jie," she asked hooking her hand through Song Ruoxin's arm.
Song Ruoxin arched a brow at her gossip-hungry co-worker, "The little boy's father. Who else would that be".
She pulled out of the girl's hold and shook her head, "Don't get too excited".
"Excited? I am more than excited right now," she rushed to Song Ruoxin's side a whispered, "Ruoxin that is Qin Shoiming, the CEO of Qin Group".
"Qin group?"
"Yes, he is among the top ten richest men in the country. His family is one of the Elite families, he is super rich. Do you have any idea how many times he has been featured in the financial magazine?
"The man is a freaking billionaire. Ahh! I wish I was the one to speak with him. You are so lucky, imagine having an opportunity to speak with one of the most eligible bachelors in the country".
Song Ruoxin frowned, "Bachelor? Isn't he married?"
"Why because he has a son? He is a widower," her co-worker's smile widened at her shocked expression, "he is quite hot for an old dude. He is 40 years old".
Song Ruoxin chuckled, "You sure do know an awful lot about him".
The younger girl blushed and stared down at her foot, "Well I might gave gotten a little obsessed with him last year after he was invited as the guest speaker at an event hosted by my university".
"did you?"
"Yep, just a little," she replied smiling.
"So silly," she flicked the younger girl's head, "then you owe me a small fortune for allowing you to see your idol again".
"I guess I do. Though you have got to admit that he is very handsome".
Song Ruoxin shook her head and pulled out the cash register, "Handsome or not, let's not forget that he is way above our league. Leave the fairytales for Disney movies and romance books".
The younger girl sighed, "A girl can dream".