Dink Fifteen years later, I discovered that my husband's illegitimate son lived upstairs.
On the day of the divorce, I left quietly without even asking for the house we bought together.
Everyone laughed at me for being stupid, laughing at me for being an old man and being kicked out.
Until the scumbag's company went bankrupt overnight and he cried and begged me to let him go.
Until the motorcade of the top wealthy families in Beijing stopped downstairs of my house, that distinguished man knelt down on one knee in public:
"Wanqing, Qingqing needs daddy, and I... Need you."
I held out my cute daughter from behind and chuckled:
"Mr. Lu, please explain first, why does your son look exactly like my daughter?"
