It was said that Grandpa Song was old and desperately wanted to have a great-grandchild.
Cheng Qingyun thought, if she had the Song family's child, Song Chen would have no choice but to marry her. Even if Song Chen was heartless and refused to marry her, with a child by her side, Cheng Qingyun could still live a carefree life and be rich for the rest of her life.
For some reason, the face of the five-year-old girl appeared in Cheng Qingyun's mind.
Cheng Qingyun felt uneasy.
The identity of this little girl was too suspicious...
"Strange, why hasn't Yuezhi replied to my messages yet?" Cheng Qingyun sat down by the carved window lattice. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her brows were tightly knitted together.
