Taken By The Mafia Lord - Chapter 900 The Promise

Yu Yuehan is the usual rich, perfect, aloof president—the richest man in City H; but one day, a female toddler suddenly appears in his life as his daughter! Despite being certain that he has never touched a woman before, DNA tests certify that the toddler is his! He soon becomes a good ‘daddi’ for the little toddler, Xiao Liuliu.

Two years later, for some inexplicable reason, Xiao Liuliu becomes very fond of a trial nurse, Nian Xiaomu, hired to take care of her. Nian Xiaomu has a strong personality and refuses to let anyone bully her. Constantly wary that anyone might cause harm to his daughter, Yu Yuehan keeps a constant watch over Nian Xiaomu. However, his black-bellied daughter has plans for her father up her sleeves… Over time, Nian Xiaomu reveals her charming side bit by bit; and for the first time in his life, Yu Yuehan is drawn in by this mysterious woman…

“Daddi, you are so handsome!” Xiao Liuliu blushes.

“Daddi, I want hugs!” Xiao Liuliu coos.

“Daddi, I want a younger sister! Quick make one with Mommi.”

“Daddi…”

Yu Yuehan says in a deadpan fashion, “I have never slept with any woman! How can I have a daughter!?”

“Did Mommi sleep with you without you realizing it?”

Yu Yuehan: “…”

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Framed for something she did not do which resulted in her only son’s death, she was abandoned by her husband. Reborn after an accident, the eighteen-year-old Ye Tianxin swore to reclaim her life. Then, due to an unexpected twist of fate, she saved the life of a powerful man and her new destiny was rewritten!

Wu Tao, a small mysterious trader, suddenly appears in the city of Jinan and encounters with Yuanbao, a foxy little beggar. Wu Taos identity as a trader is suspected soon, because on the day before he appears, Sun Jicheng, a millionare in Jinan dies a mysterious death, and people finds the dead one is his substitute. Around the countless wealth, confusing identity and the seven mysterious stars in the little beggar, various figures come on stage, starting a magical adventure story.

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