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Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife

Jin Yang received a birthday present at the age of 20. He received a baby wrapped in a blanket and placed it in a box. The paternity test results told him that this was indeed his child. What? What did that happen? In Jin Yang's memory, he had never had sex with a woman. How did this child come about? Lin Shenshen had gotten pregnant before marriage and was despised by her family. She had liked Jin Yang for many years, but one day, she disappeared. She would never pester Jin Yang again and stop him from getting close to other girls. Jin Yang gave the child a name. He realized that this brat was very smart, but his personality was becoming more and more like the girl in his memory. Six years later, at Lin Shenshen's lowest, Jin Yang found her along with his son. "I'll find you a beautiful stepmother." "What about my own mother? Is she not as pretty as this young lady?" Lin Shenshen picked up her son and kissed him on the cheek. "Where did this child come from?" "Baby, let Mommy tell you—you were born in Mommy's dream!" The couple, Lin Shenshen and Jin Yang, kept teasing the little kid. Jin Yang, "Honey, why don't you elaborate? How did you give birth in your dream?!"

Ye Fei Ye · Urban
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539 Chs

Chapter 110: Out of Control Kiss (3)

Translator: 549690339

He didn't want her to remember who he was, but six years ago, she provoked him first. So shouldn't he be the one to be submissive and remind her of their past events?

After all, the deepest wounds in this world aren't betrayal or dislike, but rather, when your once-frozen heart is touched only to face their back as they walk away.

He was a proud person too, so how could he ask her why she didn't recognize him?

Once she said she liked him, but in the end, she forgot him. Was that just a whim during her youth?

This was a question that he couldn't find an answer to.

Percy Stanton leaned quietly against the smooth, clean kitchen wall, his intricate eyes filled with tangled emotions slowly closed.

Isabel Smith, you barged into my heart so wilfully and unreasonably back then, catching me off guard with no time to defend myself. Now, you've slipped into my heart and left me alone, guarding those beautiful memories all by myself. What do you think I should do? How should I handle you?