The lawyer discerned the anger in Bao Yancheng's tone and spoke with great caution, "That's right, Mr. Bao."
Bao Yancheng hung up the phone, rage from being deceived and kept in the dark surging to his head, making his eyes swell with fury.
How clever Xiang Yiran is, truly daring to lick the blade's edge. Did she ever consider the consequences of deceiving him?
Bao Yancheng closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, reaching for his pocket; he realized that he had long run out of cigarettes.
He settled into his car and unwrapped a lozenge, crunching down hard on it.
A nonexistent marriage, a wild child from who knows where—all nothing but a facade of peace.
What Xiang Yiran tried so hard to conceal was simply the reality that once existed in his mind.
And the wife who should be by his side—that should be Wen Wanzhi!
Could it be that the child in Wen Wanzhi's arms was actually his own...
Bao Yancheng felt his head splitting with pain, not daring to continue the thought.