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

Percy Stanton, upon hearing these words, slammed the mobile phone in his hand onto the ground, creating a loud "bang."


Just then, an employee who couldn't find Isabel Smith came to ask for Percy's opinion. As he walked towards the office, he saw Percy's aggressive stance and hurriedly retreated without making a sound. He found a senior employee and asked for Percy's opinion again.


When the senior employee entered Percy's office, it was unusually quiet. Percy sat calmly in his office chair, not moving an inch.


At this moment, Percy appeared indifferent and elegant, like a unique and silent landscape painting.


The senior employee cautiously approached Percy and respectfully spoke, "Mr. Stanton, regarding the cooperation with the Wood Company, they want to increase their profit by 5%. What do you think?"


Percy didn't lift his head or part his lips; he only uttered a nasal "Hmm."


Chapter 267: The Repeated Confessions (4)