Lin Qingyin was born prone to pregnancy, but was regarded as a "loser" by her stepmother. My mother was seriously ill and needed 300,000 yuan for surgery. When I was desperate, I saw the news that the Shen family, the richest man in North City, spent a lot of money to find a son. The Shen family was a single generation of three generations, and the heir, Shen Hanzhou, was infertile due to injury.
The night she signed the surrogacy agreement, Shen Hanzhou was leaning on the bedside of the hotel smoking a cigarette. He didn't even bother to look at her and said, "Lie down, don't talk, and leave." A month later, there were two lines on the pregnancy test stick. Lin Qingyin gave birth to the child, received the balance, and disappeared with her mother.
Three years later, Lin Qingyin opened a flower shop in Nancheng with a smaller version of herself. A group of people suddenly rushed out from behind and surrounded the mother and son. The man who once treated her like nothing was now kneeling in front of her with red eyes: "Honey, I know I was wrong, can you come home with me?"
The son crossed his arms and said coldly: "Uncle, who are you?"
Shen Hanzhou never expected that the woman whose face he didn't even see clearly would actually steal his heart and his seed. What he didn't expect was that the road to his wife's crematorium would be a hundred times longer than he imagined - after all, not only did she have a miniature version of him standing in the way, but there was also a gentle and jade-like doctor who was eyeing her.
