After We Broke Off the Engagement, the Rich CEO Begged Me to Come Back.

He laughed at me being kicked out of the house. Five years later, I returned with my genius son. My ex-boyfriend stopped me with red eyes: "Whose child is it?" I chuckled: "It's not yours anyway. Didn't you say you were infertile back then?" He knelt in the rainstorm and knocked on the door again and again: "I'm sorry, I lied to you, I just don't want to marry you."