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

Although most of her smiles were feigned, it still made the middle-aged man's face suddenly turn red, somewhat embarrassed, he lowered his head and walked away hastily.


Isabel opened her mouth, knowing she had mistaken the person, she turned her head in embarrassment, and saw Percy Stanton, who had originally been standing at the apartment entrance, already walking towards her with calm and unhurried steps.


The afterglow of the evening sun quietly fell from the skyline, casting a layer of dazzling light on Percy's face and his seemingly elegant manner.


After not seeing him for so many days, she didn't expect to suddenly bump into him so unexpectedly, his charm seemed even greater than before. With his straight nose, thin lips, and what seemed like a new haircut, his silky soft hair hung neatly on his forehead, adding a touch of energy and restraint to his beautiful, delicate face.


As Isabel was lost in thought, Percy stood in front of her.


Chapter 63: Do We Need to Take Responsibility (8)