Li Mohan handed me a contract: "Five million, I will buy you a five-year marriage and be her shadow."
I put away the check and obediently acted as a substitute for Bai Yueguang, who died young.
It wasn't until that day in the bathroom that he grabbed my neck and pressed me against the tiles: "Why are you pregnant? Are you worthy of having my child?" When the bathtub turned red, he didn't know that I was pregnant with twins.
Five years later, when we met again at the airport, he begged me to come back with red eyes.
I held the little boy who looked exactly like him and smiled: "Mr. Li, please introduce me. This is my son."
Suddenly a little girl appeared behind him and hugged my leg: "Mom, brother secretly took your anti-cancer medicine again!"
Li Mohan knelt down tremblingly: "The person who donated bone marrow to save me back then... Was you?"
