Chapter one

Yan Lang and his son were wandering around, upon getting the nice house, and decided to live there, suddenly six years later—a woman appeared at their mansion, dressed in 1930's western style clothes, a rich-looking one as well.

"Why are you here?" Yan Lang inquired.

She seemed rather stunned, "To take back my son."

"You left him for dead." Yan Lang spoke, "He's no longer your son—an outsider."

{"Baba, why is she here? I don't want her here, disgusting woman."}

{"You think I wanted her here? She showed upon herself, I would've kicked her out wasn't for the people staring."}

"Shameless woman, trying to get back the son she left." Snide old women muttered, "Poor Mr.Yan. He now has to deal with this woman stealing his child."

"You are not taking him." Yan Lang spoke, "You haven't a right or a need, don't you have a child of your own? A husband of your own?"

Bai Chan'er was slightly blushing upon hearing those sharp-toned words, "He is my son, why can't I take him?"

"The son you left in the cold and expected him to die—you never even reported him missing or the fact he existed." Yan Lang explained, "I don't want to hear your excuses, your nothing but trouble, deep trouble."

Yan Lang shut the door, {"Song Jing, what are you doing here?"}

{"How come I couldn't come? My Little Wolf—did you think I would allow that woman to entangle yourself again."}

Yan Lang felt gripped by Song Jing, {"Uncle, don't do that to my Baba, I'm going to play—have fun."}

{"This little brat, who knows where he learned that from."}

….

Bai Chan'er sighed as she landed on the couch, "How could he! He…He really adores that child, how can a man like that expect that freak of nature with his cold gaze and wolf ears—a wolf child."