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

Isabel Smith gazed at Percy Stanton's handsome face, close enough to touch, and was in awe. How lucky she must be, to express the love in her heart for the same man, after the passage of six years?


However, the man she expressed her love for showed no reaction after her two consecutive declarations of love. Isabel couldn't help but frown, wondering why he showed no response to her straightforward confession.


Isabel was overcome with embarrassment. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, pushing Percy, using her wilfulness to cover up her shyness, "Hey, did you hear me? I said, I'm ready to love you."


Percy's throat moved up and down, as he pursed his lips, still unable to speak. He just raised his hand, embracing Isabel tightly in his arms. His eyes, now hot and unable to open, completely closed after a while. Soon, scalding tears fell, sliding down and gently landing in the nape of Isabel's neck.


Chapter 707: Go ahead and please Isabel Smith (10)