The CEO Demands I Keep His Child

Synopsis

My name is Song Tang, and I did the most suicidal thing anyone could do in the entire company. I slept with my boss. It wasn't voluntary—we were set up. Afterward, I bought the morning-after pill that same night and thought everything was fine. Three months later, I threw up right in the middle of a board meeting, in front of everyone. Sitting across from me was the richest man in the city. My boss. The father of my child. He slowly closed the folder, looked up, and said, "Meeting adjourned." Then, as I tried to slip away to the hospital, his car blocked the entrance of the OB‑GYN. His slender fingers held my appointment slip, and his voice was colder than the November wind: "Song Tang, where do you think you're going with my child?" Later I learned just how crazy this man really was. During the day, he signed billion‑dollar mergers without batting an eye. At night, he crouched by the crib and negotiated with our three‑year‑old son: "Nian Gao, Daddy will give you three lollipops if you sleep in your own room tonight." Nian Gao clung to my arm and said in his baby voice: "Mommy is Nian Gao's! Daddy go away!" Shao Yan's temple vein twitched. He turned to look at me. His eyes said four words: You deal with him.