Mo Yan Tang

Five years ago, she saved him but lost the most precious thing a girl could have.
Five years later, he descended from the heavens to protect her peace and guard her safety.
Yet, she said, "I'm sorry, but we're not familiar."
He smirked, "I know about the birthmark on your body. Wouldn't you say we are familiar?"
She harbored secrets, feigned weakness, and endured for many years. While she abided by the world, she was cold and evasive towards him.
He held a high social status, controlling everything around him. He was cold-hearted towards the world, yet only tender down to the bone to her.
Until one day, he pulled the little guy who was hiding behind her, "Stealthily making a miniature version of me and you say we're not familiar?"
A small treasure stood in front of her, blinking and staring at him, "Mom said I popped out from a stone crack!"

My Undecipherable Deep Affection

Evelyn Crawford's eyes trembled slightly, and a thin layer of tears surfaced in her eyes as she lifted the corners of her lips in self-mockery, "I'm not really her biological granddaughter."


"Regardless of whether you are her biological granddaughter, you have no other choice now," Bruce Van said. "If you keep dragging this on, even if the Old Madam doesn't make a move, given Lucas Griffin's and Sir Hugh's cunning, they will soon realize something is wrong with you, and then you will be in even greater danger."


Evelyn Crawford turned her head to look out the window.


She knew that if she continued to delay, she would be headed down a dead-end path only.


But she just couldn't bring herself to do it; having spent these past few days with them, she truly admired Amanda Jenkins and also adored the delightful Kent.


For the first time in her life, her heart had softened.


Previously in her life's dictionary, there had been no such words as "soft hearted."


644 The devil is ultimately the devil