Five years ago, someone plotted against me while traveling in Thailand, and I became pregnant after a chaotic night.
For the sake of my children, I quietly returned to China and became a single mother.
My daughter is good in everything, except that she has a mixed-race face, and people always ask her who her father is.
Until one day, a row of Rolls-Royces parked at the entrance of the kindergarten. A tall man wearing traditional Thai clothes got out of the car and stared at my daughter with a sinister look in his eyes: "This child has the blood of our Sutila family."
My legs went weak, I picked up my daughter and wanted to run.
But he grabbed my waist and said in a low and seductive voice: "Why are you running away? Since you are my son, you have to come back to Thailand with me."
"Sir, you got the wrong person. I have never been to Thailand."
"Really?" He chuckled and took out a photo from his pocket. It showed me looking disheveled in a Bangkok hotel five years ago. "Then who is the woman in this photo?"
