After we broke up, I ran into my ex at the mall.
My hair was a mess, and I was in the middle of a frantic struggle to change a diaper.
He, on the other hand, was impeccably dressed, surrounded by a fawning entourage as he inspected the premises.
Our eyes met. When he saw the fussy child in my arms, his expression shifted instantly. “Is he mine?”
I gave a cold laugh and turned the baby’s face toward him. “Do you think he looks like you?”
He studied the child for a long moment before nodding with certainty. “He does.”
“Xue Chang, we broke up over three years ago.” I gave him a mirthless smile and bounced the little one in my arms to remind him. “My baby is only six months old.”