Summary
Ever since He Yan and I entered into our political marriage, we had both lived our lives independently, neither of us interfering with the other.
That was until one day, when he brought home a pregnant woman, and I brought home a five-year-old boy.
“Ah Yan, this is my son who has been living away from me. He’s still young and needs his mother,” I said, stroking the child’s face, which bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to my own, with a look of pity.
The fragile, innocent expression on the face of the woman behind He Yan froze instantly.
He Yan’s face turned dark in an instant.