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One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan. As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing. On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his... Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Beauty Under the Moon · Urban
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4778 Chs

Innocence 92

Redakteur: Atlas Studios

How many times in my dreams had I heard him call my name this way?

Just like when we were young, I would run while he gave chase angrily, shouting my name.

Or after school, he would loiter at the gate, welcoming me with open arms and calling my name gently.

Or when I failed my exams in high school and brought my paper home, clasping my palms and begging him to fake my parents' signatures. He would call out my name in disappointment.

Or the countless nights when he would sneak into my room and caress my face when I was sleeping. I'd open my eyes a crack to hear him whisper my name.

Xiachun…

Xiachun…

That voice was like a tempest, a raging storm in my mind.

There were also countless nights when the going got tough, and the recollection of his voice felt like a silver needle that pierced and hurt my eardrums.