My Wife Who Betrayed Me Came Back with Our Child

“Mr. Song, your wife is waiting downstairs again.” The secretary cautiously pushed open the office door and looked at the man reviewing a contract. Song Yanting didn't even raise his head. The pen in his hand drew a glaring red line across the page. “Tell her to leave.” “But your wife says she wants to talk to you about the child.” The pen stopped. Song Yanting looked up, his once-gentle eyes now as cold as ice. “The child? Does she think she has the right to even say those words?” Three years. For three whole years, Su Mengyao had come here once every month, no matter the weather. Every time, it was the same excuse and the same tears,...