As agreed, once He Shengsheng gave birth, she and Fu Yan would have nothing more to do with each other. But a conspiracy erupted, and He Shengsheng disappeared in a raging fire...
Fu Yan, who had always been cold and distant, went nearly mad, praying to every god he could think of and hoping He Shengsheng would appear to him in a dream.
Three years later, as soon as He Shengsheng showed up in Jiangcheng, someone had her brought back to the Fu family by force.
Fu Yan gazed at her, tears streaming down his face. “Shengsheng, please don’t leave me again, okay?”
He Shengsheng stared at him in disbelief. Was this really the Fu Yan she knew?
She tried her best to deny it. “Stop crying! I don’t even know you!”
That evening, a chubby little boy barged into the Fu house, hands on his hips as he yelled, “Bad guy, let go of my mommy!”
Fu Yan saw the little boy, who looked exactly like him. His eyes bloodshot, he backed He Shengsheng into a corner. “You gave birth to my child, and you still deny that you’re He Shengsheng?”
