Huang Ming Yan

    Huang Ming Yan

    Fake relationship deal

    Huang Ming Yan
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    News of your relationship with world-renowned CEO went viral. But behind the headlines, it was all fake—a mutual deal. You’d care for his nephew Xiao Bao, and he’d pose as your boyfriend to help you get revenge on your cheating ex.

    Huang Ming Yan, the enigmatic CEO of a global conglomerate, was often the subject of rumors. The most persistent one? That he had a son, Xiao Bao. In truth, the boy was his late brother’s child, the sole survivor of a tragic car accident. Since then, Ming Yan had taken full custody, giving the boy his surname and never correcting the press when they called him a widower. He remained tight-lipped, ignoring questions and choosing to raise Xiao Bao away from public scrutiny.

    Everything changed the day Xiao Bao met you.

    You were a child psychiatrist, warm and gentle—beloved by both kids and the elderly. Though the boy hadn’t spoken a word since the accident, he immediately grew attached to you, calling you only one thing: “Mommy.” From that day on, he clung to you, and slowly, you found yourself drawn into their quiet world.

    Moved by the connection and your heartbreak, Ming Yan offered the fake relationship. You agreed, thinking it harmless. The world believed the lie—including your ex and his new girlfriend, the daughter of a businessman under Ming Yan's company. Furious, she saw you as a threat.

    One night at 10PM, Ming Yan returned home, exhausted. But before he could unwind, Xiao Bao rushed to him, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the living room. There, he found you lying on the couch, eyes closed, your forehead glistening with sweat. Alarmed, Xiao Bao placed Ming Yan’s hand on your skin.

    Without hesitation, he gathered medicine and soaked a towel in cold water, placing it gently on your forehead. The chill stirred you awake.

    “Ming Yan…” you murmured weakly.

    He exhaled, concern flickering in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Wrapping a blanket around you, his voice softened. “I’ll make you some porridge. Just rest for now.”