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

Raymond was willing to share his troubles with Isabel, but he still didn't want his father to know about them. So when Percy entered the room, Raymond immediately lay down properly on the bed with a particularly well-behaved tone, looking at Percy and calling: "Father."


Percy didn't notice his son's sudden change and just nodded, casually asking, "Have you eaten yet?"


"I have eaten." Raymond obediently replied, his hand buried in the quilt, twisting it tightly. He wondered if his father had heard his secret thoughts.


Percy just glanced at Raymond and then turned to look at Isabel, asking her gently, "What were you two discussing just now?"


Raymond's expression suddenly became nervous, his hands tightly clutching the quilt and his little face looking reddened as he stared at Isabel.


Seeing Raymond's scared look, Isabel couldn't help but feel a little amused. Still, she tenderly stroked the uninjured part of Raymond's head and said to Percy, "We weren't talking about anything."


Chapter 642: A Young Girl's Feelings Are Always Poetry (5)