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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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Chapter 24: Stop Playing Mind Games with Me (5)

She was really waiting for Henry Maxwell.

Percy Stanton's gaze, icy as if it harbored frost, looked at Isabel Smith's eyes, growing colder and colder, filled with an anger that seemed like it could freeze her in an instant.

Suddenly, a red limited-edition convertible Porsche stopped in front of Isabel Smith, interrupting Percy Stanton's anger.

Following this, the car door was opened; Henry Maxwell, dressed in a suit, stepped out of the car. He exchanged some words with Isabel, her smile growing brighter, her face even more beautiful, like a delicate poppy blooming in the night. Afterward, Henry Maxwell led Isabel around the car to the passenger seat.

Thoughtfully, Henry Maxwell opened the car door and slightly stepped aside to make way for Isabel.

Isabel, lifting her skirt with a toothy smile, gracefully sat in the car.

Only then did Henry Maxwell close the car door like a gentleman, walked around the car, and got in too.