When I transmigrated into the body of a wealthy family's son-in-law, I was standing at the kindergarten gate, questioning my existence. My phone rang; it was my icy CEO wife, whom I barely spoke three words to in a year. Her voice on the other end was like shards of ice: "Chen Yanjie, bring the child back. If he's late again today, you're out of the Lin family." I didn't even know what her son looked like! Just as I was about to lose it, a little devil rushed over and hugged my leg, crying out in a childish voice, "Daddy! I missed you so much!" He had the option of going to hell! Without thinking, I simply carried this "cheap son" back home.
