Song Weilan had just finished her postpartum confinement when she took her baby to the police station to register the birth.
“Officer, my child’s name is He Zhengzheng.”
The officer tapped a few keys, but his brow furrowed more and more. “There’s already a child named He Zhengzheng registered under He Jinchi’s household.”
Song Weilan froze, thinking she’d misheard. “That can’t be right. Our baby just turned one month old!”
Before she could say anything else, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She opened the screen and saw a photo from Mo Xue, He Jinchi’s assistant.
In the photo, He Jinchi had his left arm around Mo Xue’s waist and a little boy, about five or six, in his right arm. The three of them stood outside a kindergarten, smiling in a way that stung to see.
The name “He Zhengzheng” was clearly visible on the boy’s school badge.
