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

But, they had agreed that he would be responsible for her life. So, how in the end, did he end up causing her to be in that state?


If, if something were to happen to her...


At that time, the worst and most destructive idea surfaced in his mind: to do everything in his power, even sacrificing himself for her!


He was, after all, a man of few words. After such an incident and seeing Isabel safe and sound, he felt a sudden adrenaline rush in his heart as if he had a new lease on life after escaping death. Then, he spoke even less.


So, what he could do was to reach out his hand, pull her into his embrace, and give her a hug.


Even though she often acted arrogant and domineering, she was, after all, a woman. At this moment, what he needed to give her was not a thousand comforting words, nor tender loving care, but a hug.


Because at this moment, an embrace is the most beautiful language in the world.


Just like the most profound feeling is not a confession but companionship.


Chapter 175: I'm Responsible for Her Life (16)