Ye Fei Ye

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child.

What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about?

Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls.

Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory.

Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son.

"I'll find you a beautiful stepmother."

"What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?"

Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek.

"Where did this child come from?"

"Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid.

Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"



Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Isabel snapped back to reality, lowered her gaze, and gave Percy a composed smile. Her laugh was bright and indescribable, and she extended her right hand to Percy with natural grace. Her tone was crisp and clear, neither warm nor cold, "Mr. Stanton, how do you do?"


Percy frowned, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. Mr. Stanton? How unfamiliar this address was!


Percy first looked at Isabel's extended hand, then slowly lifted his face, meeting her eyes.


The depth of the man's eyes was profound, a puzzling glint flickered at the bottom of his eyes.


His gaze sent a shiver through Isabel's heart, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand.


However, at that moment, Percy suddenly turned and extended his right hand, grasping Isabel's hand.


Isabel responded with a light grip of Percy's hand, courtesously as always.


Yet this polite act sparked a touch of irritation in Percy. Could she remain so composed as if he were a stranger they were meeting for the first time? What then did their previous late-night encounters mean to her?


Percy's hand, in comparison to Isabel's, was much larger.


Such an embrace completely enveloped her hand, leaving a sense of intense heat.


Isabel responded with a light squeeze, intending to withdraw her hand.


However, Percy suddenly tightened his grip, firmly holding her hand in his.


His grip was somewhat strong, holding her hand tightly.


She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move.


Isabel could feel a wrenching pain in her hand. Yet, her countenance remained unchanged. She calmly met Percy's eyes, the corners of her lips curved in a generous and poised manner.


Percy looked into Isabel's eyes, her eyes were dark and bright, undisturbed even by the pain.


Percy's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. His lips curled slightly, presenting a look of refined courtesy, yet his tone held a trace of sarcasm, deliberately enunciating his words, "Miss Smith, it's a, great, pleasure, to, meet, you!"


Speaking these words, Percy grip on her hand tightened even more, as if he intended to crush her hand.


Isabel endured the pain roiling in her hand, met Percy's gaze serenely, wore a gentle smile, and elegantly responded, calm as if the hand held in a firm grip was not her own, "I'm equally pleased to meet Mr. Stanton".


This time, Percy only curved his lips, let out an eerie laugh, and released his hand. He turned naturally, stepped on the gas, and started the car.


Ella Adams didn't notice the little episode between Percy and Isabel. Instead, she turned, resting her chin on the backrest of the co-pilot seat, and asked warmly, "Senior Isabel, where do you live? We'll drop you off first."


Before Isabel could respond, Percy, who was driving, suddenly interrupted, "Don't you have a school activity later? It's raining now and the roads are bad, you're almost late. I can drop Miss Smith off when it's over."


When Percy said, "Miss Smith," he intentionally stressed the pronunciation, causing Isabel's heart to flutter.


"That's good too." Ella nodded with a happy smile and started chatting with Isabel about other things.


Because of Percy, Isabel spoke sparingly, just occasionally adding a sentence or two.


However, luckily Ella, like years ago, was quite the chatterbox and had a pleasant voice. No matter how much she spoke, she never seemed annoying. Thus, the atmosphere inside the car didn't turn awkward.


As for Percy, he remained silent the entire time, looking straight ahead as he drove, appearing absent-minded during the girls' conversation.


Chapter 10 The Woman Who Fell in Love at First Sight (4)