After seven years of marriage, He Yan and I never had children. He once held me in his arms and said sincerely: "Don't think too much, I have never liked children. It's enough to have you in this life." But at the moment when his company went public, the bell rang. The door to the hall was slammed open. My half-sister burst in, the baby in her arms crying loudly. Qin Momo shouted miserably: "Congratulations! This is your son! How could you not want us, mother and son!" His face turned pale, and he suddenly turned to look at me, his eyes full of panic and pleading. But he doesn't know. I've known about this child's existence for a long time.
