Shu Qing’s extraordinary life began the moment she met Ling Feng. They kept running into each other again and again. Was it coincidence, or had it been arranged? Looking at his handsome face and thinking of the night they first met, she decided to give her child a family. Who knew that she would then hear him tell someone, “It was just for fun. Why would I ever want to be a father?” Shu Qing turned and walked away without a trace of regret. If he didn’t want the child, the child didn’t need him either.
Later, the child really did want nothing to do with him. With the exact same stern little face, he said in a young but icy voice, “You want to flirt with women? Did you ask me first?”
“Brat, I’m your daddy,” Ling Feng said, glaring at him coldly.
Little Ling Feng opened his eyes even wider and shouted over his shoulder, “Mommy, someone else wants to be a dad!”
Later still, Ling Feng pinned Shu Qing against the door and lifted her chin, jealousy surging in his eyes.
“I heard lots of people want to be the child’s father, hmm?”
Shu Qing raised the corner of her eye, her gaze seductive. “Can’t help it. Someone’s a beast and won’t acknowledge his own child.”
“How could I? I’ll acknowledge ten or eight of them!”
What a beast indeed!
