To save her mother, the eighteen-year-old girl took her sister's place and gave birth to a child, only to nearly starve to death abroad.
Three years later, she returned with a vengeance, never expecting to encounter an adorable little bun who clung to her, calling her "Mommy" incessantly.
"Mommy, do you think Yanyan is handsome?" The little bun tugged at her hand, batting his eyelashes at her playfully.
"Of course! The most handsome boy in the whole world," she cooed, stroking his chubby cheeks with genuine affection.
"The most handsome? Then what about me?" A certain man, overhearing this, immediately lost his composure. He pinned her against the bedroom wall and had someone whisk the little bun away.
"Huo Yuhan, what are you doing? Let me go! We have nothing to do with each other!"
"Nothing to do with each other?" The man smirked, his lips curling devilishly. "Then let me jog your memory."
The next day, Sheng Mianmian staggered out, leaning heavily against the wall—only for the little bun to immediately latch onto her leg.
"Mommy, when will the baby sister come out of your tummy?"
