On the day Qin Wan was purged and left the house, her ex-husband held Xin Huan in his arms, and her sister-in-law held up her wine glass and laughed that she deserved it. She held the hand of her five-year-old son and stood at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau with only twenty yuan in her pocket. The son tugged at the corner of her clothes and said in a sweet voice, "Mom, that uncle said I was his son." Qin Wan turned around and saw Shen Yanzhou leaning against the black car, his eyes dark and unclear. That was the man she never dared to approach until her death in her previous life. In this life, she just wanted to set up a stall to make money to support her son, but on the first day she set up the stall, Shen Yanzhou sat in front of her stall, ate a bowl of wontons, and asked her how old her child was. Qin Wan's hand shook and chili oil poured all over the table. What she didn't know was that Shen Yanzhou had been checking Zhu Jiashu for three months, and the paternity test report was lying in his suit pocket.
