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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 · 现代言情

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Chapter 443: The Late Menstruation (5)

And he, too, was absolutely holding back the excitement from their reunion after separation. He seemingly calmly extended his hand towards her. His face didn't turn red, nor was he panting, his tone was steady, and he unhurriedly replied, "Miss Smith, hello."

Then their hands touch briefly and separate. She would casually discuss cooperation with him while he would meticulously examine her face, cataloging the changes from their prolonged separation, and then a long-lost flurry of feelings would surface from the bottom of his heart.

Look at how wonderful his imagination was, but reality was so cruel. They were separated and then reunited, but she was not the beautiful and generous Isabel Smith. She was a frail and pale Isabel Smith, lying on the hospital bed, her body, and soul bearing immense sorrow.

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