The thing Lin Yuan regrets most in his life is signing that damn contract.
His best friend Chen Mo cradled a little girl and sighed, “Her eyes really do look like yours.”
When his old pal Lu Chuan's son grabbed an object at his first-birthday ceremony, he clutched Lin Yuan's pant leg and shouted, “Daddy!”
His ex-girlfriend Shen Qing investigated medical industry corruption and uncovered a shocking secret: “Lin Yuan, you might have... quite a lot of sons.”
Worse still, an informant on the dark web posted a new clue every day:
“Donor, Jinling University, over 180 cm tall, annual income in the tens of millions...”
The comments exploded: “Is this damn guy the Casanova of Jinling?!”
Lin Yuan stared at the endless invitations to reunions popping up on his phone, breaking into a cold sweat:
At tonight's barbecue, there are four men at the table, and three of the kids are his.
