Five years ago, he made me sign divorce papers and leave with nothing. Five years later, I returned from Paris with my genius son, having won one international design award after another. Yet the little boy by my side looked more and more like that powerful man. When we ran into each other at a party, he cornered me outside the restroom, eyes bloodshot as he demanded to know whose child he was. My son peeked out from behind me and looked up at him. “Mister, why do you look exactly like me?” In that moment, all of Qingcheng was laughing at him, while all I wanted was to turn around and leave with my son. But with red-rimmed eyes, he stopped me, his voice hoarse. “Su Nian, this time, let me be the one to pursue you.”
