Young Master Ru Xue

[sweet, pampering]
[strong FL, 1v1]
He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.
The first time they met, he questioned, "Six years ago, was it you?"
The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, "You still dare to say your son isn't mine?"
The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, "Sir, will you ever give it a rest?"
The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, "Not before our second child is born."


Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

"Sir!" Paul leapt out of the car, walked up to his side, and reminded him in a soft voice, "Remember to take your medicine when you get back."


Seeing the man nod slightly, Paul signaled to the bodyguard to follow and protect Moses. He watched him enter the elevator before getting back into the car and leaving the hotel.


Back in his room, Moses gestured for the bodyguard to leave, took his medication, and swallowed a pill. He then placed the water glass casually on the coffee table.


Noticing the photo album on the coffee table, he carefully moved the water glass away and lifted the heavy object that was pressing down on the photos.


The photo was severely creased, and although it had been pressed down all night, the fold was still very visible.


This particular photo was a joint portrait of the two, and coincidentally, the crease divided the image of their close bodies right in half, as if it were some kind of metaphor.


Chapter 543 Some Kind of Metaphor [Additional Chapter for Monthly Votes]