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

It was only after Raymond Thompson finished the "Happy Birthday" song that he pushed the cake cart and stood in front of Isabel Smith. He stepped around the cart, walked before Isabel, raised his head, looked sincerely at her, and said, "Sister Isabel, Father said you were busy awhile back and didn't have time to celebrate your birthday, so tonight we'll make it up to you." 


Her birthday had passed more than a month ago. She hadn't celebrated her birthday for six years. How were they going to make it up now?


Isabel Smith widened her eyes, looking at Raymond Thompson in front of her, unable to speak.


Percy Stanton had already risen from the piano and held a large bunch of purple lilacs, which he had preordered from the restaurant. He walked up to Isabel, placed the lilacs in her hand, smiled at her, and said, "Isabel, happy birthday." 


An indescribable whirlwind of emotions swept over Isabel Smith, flooding her heart with waves of unexpected joy.


Chapter 348: Life and Death Hanging by a Thread (26)