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

She couldn't quite tell how many times she had felt that intense heat, and then she felt a cooling sensation on her foot, like the scent of Red Flower Oil. She sniffed and felt fingers massaging her injured area. At first, it was a bit painful but soon the pain dissipated. The person's fingers applied just the right pressure, gentle and orderly, which relieved much of her discomfort.


Her foot was massaged for quite a while before the fingers gently left and the quilt was tucked back onto her foot.


Isabel Smith subconsciously felt like this was all a dream.


Perhaps she had been taking care of herself for too long, so now she was having such a beautiful dream.


This dream seemed too good to be true. Isabel curled up in the quilt, her lips curving into a smile, as if filled with contentment, and finally fell into a deep sleep.


Chapter 97: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (6)