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 entire room was so pitch black that it felt unnerving. She reached out her hand, fumbled around on the bed for a while but couldn't find the remote control, so she pulled back the quilt, and groping in the darkness, she got off the bed.


Because the building was somewhat high, the outside neon lights couldn't penetrate in, and there was also no moonlight. The darkness was quite deep. While Isabel Smith was groping in search of the remote control, she failed to notice and ended up tripping over a table leg. Unable to maintain her balance, she leaned onto the table, knocking items onto the floor, resulting in a sharp sound.


Isabel Smith was in so much pain that she almost couldn't stand up. Grimacing in pain and cursing inwardly, she instinctively opened her mouth and cried out, "Father."


Chapter 142: It's easy to avoid open flirtation, but difficult to guard against hidden cheapness (3)