Summary
I followed a big shot in Hong Kong’s entertainment circle for three years, and I ran off while pregnant on the day he got engaged.
Five years later, I ran into him again – this time with my kid.
Jiang Qin stared at me, his eyes rimmed with red.
“Where’s the kid’s father?”
“…He’s dead.”
“Good, good – serves him right.”
“Now the kid is mine.”
Me: ?