During our seven years of marriage, He Yan and I never had children. He once held me in his arms and said earnestly, “Don’t overthink it. I’ve never liked children. Having you is enough for me, for the rest of my life.”
But the moment the bell rang to celebrate his company’s stock market listing, the hall doors were suddenly thrown open. My half-sister burst in, carrying a baby whose cries filled the room.
Qin Momo cried out, “He Yan! This is your son! How can you abandon us?”
His face went deathly pale. He spun around to look at me, his eyes full of panic and pleading.
But he didn’t know that I had known about this child for a long time.
