Mr. Ye, Don't Think a Child Can Make Me Stay

“Mr. Ye, your wife is trying to climb over the wall.” “Call someone. Buy a ladder.” “Mr. Ye, your wife wants to go to a concert.” “Great. Book out the whole venue.” “Mr. Ye, your wife is having an affair with a man. They were photographed together.” “It’s fake.” “Hello, Daddy? I heard Mommy’s going to run away with the baby. It’s a little girl.” Mr. Ye, who never lost his composure even when Mount Tai crumbled before him, scooped up his little one and raced to the airport. Facing Fu Xueyue, whose belly was just beginning to show, he pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. “Be good. Don’t make a fuss.”