Seven years ago, when I took the money and left Shen Que, he clutched the check and sneered: "Sui He, you will regret it."
Seven years later, I came back with my son. He was already a powerful upstart in the business world.
On the night of our reunion, at a business dinner, he was well-dressed and handsome, and he blocked me on the unmanned terrace. His eyes were crimson and his voice was hoarse and broken: "Please... Don't marry him."
I swung the champagne and smiled with my eyes wide open: "Mr. Shen, it's over."
Until my son, who looked exactly like him, hugged his leg and asked: "Uncle, why do you make mommy cry?"
He was shocked and completely collapsed.
Later, he sold all his shares and knelt in front of my door for three days and nights.
I just handed over a piece of agreement and asked quietly: "Mr. Shen, do you want to sign away your custody rights or go through the litigation process?"
