After spending one night with a nightclub male model, I ran away while pregnant.
Six years later, I returned to the country as an up-and-coming perfumer. At the celebration banquet, the special guest invited by the hosts cornered me in the restroom.
He was a rising business star, the ruthless top-tier star of the financial world, Lu Yexun.
He pulled me into his arms, eyes red, and asked, “Why did you leave without a word six years ago?”
I looked at the face that was seventy percent identical to my daughter’s, calmly pushed him away, and took out my phone to make a transfer.
“Sir, we don’t know each other. If you mean that night six years ago, you offered me two thousand, and I was the one who raised it to twenty thousand. Would you like me to send you a little more?”
