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

Holding her waist, he took her to the front of the bedroom, lifted his foot, and fiercely kicked open the bedroom door. The sound-control lamps in the bedroom immediately turned on, and Isabel Smith saw a deep gloom on Percy Stanton's handsome face.


Raising his hand, he pulled the tie off his shirt, and with one swift motion, ripped off his own shirt, causing the exquisite jade buttons to scatter all around.


Isabel sensed danger; she instinctively flipped over on the bed, trying to escape.


Percy grabbed her feet and pulled her to him; raising his hand, he fiercely tore her clothes in two, then pressed her body beneath him: "What's the point of escaping? Have you forgotten your duty?"


After spelling out the last four words, he forced his way into her body.


In an instant, Isabel felt a sharp pain; her hand reflexively grasped the man's arm, her nails digging into his flesh.


Chapter 278: The Repeated Confessions (15)