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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 · perkotaan
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708 Chs

Chapter 668: Even in Death, I Will Accompany You (1)

The temple was the same, only the visitors had changed. She bought an entrance ticket, and as she walked in, she thought about how the last time she came, Percy Stanton was right behind her, an awareness she chose not to acknowledge by looking back.

This time, she was alone. She couldn't help but turn around to look back, her heart filled with unspoken sadness.

She followed the same path as before, revisiting the old landmarks and repeating all the things she had done the previous time. In the last temple, after her prayer, she found the old nun standing at the exit.

Isabel Smith remembered her as the nun who always collected the incense and wish money.

She had made a wish last time, and she made one again on this visit.

The old nun would record the names of those who donated. When she saw the money that Isabel Smith handed over, she began to flip through her thick logbook.

Isabel drifted her eyes over the book and suddenly said, "Wait a moment."