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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
分數不夠
873 Chs

Chapter 667: The Cute Baby's Smart Counterattack (10)

Isabel walked all the way to the top of the mountain and finally found the number written on the paper.

The tombstone stood alone at the top of the mountain, and despite its low elevation, it offered a panoramic view of the surrounding jungle, lake, and villages.

Both the view and scenery were excellent.

The tombstone on the mountaintop looked more luxurious and expensive than any of the tombstones at the foot of the mountain, made of pure white jade that shone brilliantly under the sunlight.

In front of the tombstone, a vase held a large bouquet of unwilted Japanese Anemones, which must have been placed there by someone who had visited within the past few days.

The area around the tombstone was clean, without any clutter. Beside it stood a windmill adorned with bells that chimed pleasantly like a ballad as the wind constantly turned the windmill.

Isabel thought that only someone with a genuine heart could build such a meticulously beautiful tomb.