A Father and Son Pretend to Be Poor, Driving Ms. Yang to Divorce Them in Despair!

After ten years with my husband, I finally learned that he was the heir to a powerful family in Beijing.

Looking at my chapped hands, I suddenly felt ridiculous.

So this was the man I worked three jobs a day to support, doing everything I could to pay for his treatment.

Professor Song was still patiently trying to persuade me over the phone. “Qingran, I know you have a family and children now, and that five years of confidential training is a difficult decision. But this is a rare opportunity, and you’re the top talent in this field at our research institute. I suggest you think it over...”

“There’s nothing to think over. I’m in.”