He was a business prodigy and the undisputed ruler of City A, revered by everyone. She was a bankrupt heiress who had returned from abroad with a mini version of the ruler in tow. When they met, she ran and he chased.
“Qin Niannian, you were mine five years ago, and you can only be mine five years from now!”
He was always domineering, keeping her by his side, while she was always hot and cold, near one moment and distant the next. Once the misunderstanding from five years ago was cleared up, he pounced on her like a hungry wolf. But when he saw the scar on her stomach, he froze.
She covered her face and explained, “Actually, you have a five-year-old little bun...”
