The Dotting Daddy and His Beloved Wife

At twenty, she was tricked into becoming someone's wife. Before she turned twenty-one, she became a mother. None of that mattered, though. She was caught in his web of doting affection.

The three of them were living happily together when an old lady showed up to take her great-granddaughter away. What was going on?

The old lady made it clear: “I only want my great-granddaughter! You two can do whatever you want.”

What kind of ridiculous joke was this?

Hadn't Liang Luoyang said he was an orphan, just like her?

How had he turned out to be the eldest young master of the Liang family, which dominated the country's design industry? What was going on?

Life is like a play, and a play is like life.

Once you enter a wealthy family, it's like falling into a deep sea. Should she run, or stay?

An accident made every choice for her...

Two years later, they meet again.

He was still Liang Luoyang: a gentle father, an elegant young master, and a business tycoon.

She was still Lin Jia'an, but now she was also Park Ja-an...

[The Battle for the Baby]

“An'an is my child. I, Lin Jia'an, gave birth to her, so what gives you the right to take her away?”

“Liang An is the Liang family's daughter. How can she be stuck in a place like this, this... this sort of place?”

“Jia'an, why don't we go back with Grandma?” Liang Luoyang asked gently, his voice full of affection.

“You conspired with her, didn't you? You want to take my An'an away! I'm not giving her to you, and I'm not going to that home I don't even know!”

But little Liang An was laughing happily in her great-grandmother's arms, without the slightest sign of missing Jia'an!

[After the Accident]

Huh? Who was that Korean girl in the mirror? Lin Jia'an had never even watched a Korean horror movie.

“Park Ja-an! Park Ja-an!” An older nurse dragged her out of the bathroom, babbling away. Uh-oh, she couldn't understand a word.

[When Lovers Meet, Their Eyes Blaze with Anger]

“Ja-an, that's a lovely name. Please, have a seat, Miss Park!”

“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Liang!” What Park Ja-an was really thinking was, “Damn it, all that stuff about being connected by heart is a lie told to children.”

“Oh, Miss Park, your Mandarin is excellent. And... I have to say, your voice sounds so much like my wife's...”

Park Ja-an's heart gave a slight tremble.

“An'an!” A cute little bundle of chubby cheeks ran into Ja-an's arms.

“Liang An, be good and go sit with Daddy!”

Watching Liang Luoyang gaze at Liang An with such affection, Park Ja-an cursed herself three times in her heart: “Idiot.” She hadn't even recognized her own daughter, and here she was going on about being connected by heart.