Red Madam

My fiancé's fireworks factory caused a fatal accident, leaving a debt of millions in compensation.

I sold our marital home and worked tirelessly day and night to help him repay the debt.

Yet, I unexpectedly encountered my fiancé, who was supposed to be working hard with me.

He was dressed in an expensive suit, embracing a little girl of about four or five years old from behind, as they together cut a gilded cake that stood half a man's height.

The cheers almost lifted the ceiling, "President Song truly dotes on his daughter; even her birthday cake is covered in gold leaf. The batch of fireworks that were just set off cost over a million."

I stood at the door with a fruit platter, stunned.

If the girl inside was Song Yanting's daughter, then who was the cold corpse in the hospital?


Nian Nian Never Returns

Ruotong helplessly opened her hands, tentatively trying to search: "Brother Yanting, where are you?"


Song Yanting ignored her outstretched hand.


Ruotong's face turned pale, her neck stiff: "Brother Yanting, what do you mean?"


"Are you blaming me? For this slut, and the illegitimate child she bore?"


"Shut up!" Song Yanting said coldly: "That is my biological daughter, not some bastard. Ruotong, I will give you anything you want, but you cannot insult my daughter, and you must not insult my...lover."


For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant.


Ruotong was shouted at and was frozen in place.


After a while, Mrs. Shen got up and supported Ruotong.


Ruotong frowned, her voice trembling: "Brother Yanting, what do you call her?"


"Lover," Song Yanting said without hesitation.


"I'm sorry," Song Yanting's voice was deep: "I lost this gamble."


Chapter 9