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

The gaze then fell on Isabel Smith, and the aloof light in his eyes became a bit deeper.


From Percy Stanton's eyes, Isabel understood the danger. Her subconscious shifted her gaze, slightly lowering her eyelids, pretending not to see Percy turning his head. She smiled brightly at Henry Maxwell, her tone clear, "Mr. Maxwell, you're busy, I won't bother you anymore. We'll keep in touch when we have time."


After speaking, Isabel turned and tried to leave quickly, getting as far away from Percy as possible.


However, Henry Maxwell preemptively grabbed Isabel's wrist, pulling her closer to himself, and whispered in her ear, "Isabel, weren't you going to discuss Smith Corporation's cooperation with me? It's better to meet up sooner rather than later. After the wine party is over, we can find a place to talk privately. Is that okay?"


Percy stood aside, his gaze locked on Isabel's hand grasped by Henry Maxwell. When he heard this, his brow furrowed, an oppressive, cold aura emanating from his body.


Isabel still smiled, her eyes full of laughter, "Alright, see you later, Mr. Maxwell."


Isabel finished speaking, calmly broke free from Henry Maxwell's grip, bowed slightly, then turned around and walked away gracefully in her high heels.


Isabel had accomplished her purpose for the night, so the extravagant wine party had become nothing more than a fleeting moment.


With the great hall getting somewhat noisy, she went alone to the restroom near the corner of the banquet hall.


As she walked to the corner, her waist suddenly tightened. A strong force pulled her, and before she could react, her mouth was covered. Then, she was dragged into a restroom.


That series of actions made Isabel's heart palpitate sharply, and the man's strength was a bit too fierce. She slammed into the cold wall of the restroom, heard the door clang shut, and looked up to see the door locked. She also clearly saw the person in front of her, blurted out the name without thinking, "Percy!"


Percy leaned against the restroom wall, his face expressionless, almost invisible, framed by his charming and beautiful brows. Even in such a cramped restroom, he still exuded a uniquely deadly elegance.


However, he remained silent in the face of Isabel's astonishment, just calmly and coldly staring at her face without blinking.


His gaze didn't seem to carry much emotion, but as time ticked by, an indescribable coldness crept up from Isabel's back.


To be honest, Isabel was somewhat afraid of Percy.


She didn't owe him anything, and even if someone were to be owed, it should be him owing her. During their first meeting, he had held her down on his office desk without any explanation, like a beast wearing a coat.


Yet, there was an aura about him that, without any deliberate emphasis, could easily invade one's heart and make people fear him.


It was unclear how much time had passed, but amidst the silent tug-of-war, Isabel could no longer keep calm. Moreover, this was a restroom, with the occasional sound of toilets flushing nearby. She swallowed, meeting Percy's gaze once more and spoke, "Percy, what did you bring me to the restroom for? If there's something you want to talk about, we can discuss it later!"


Chapter 16 The Woman Who Fell in Love at First Sight (11)