On the seventh day of the cold war with my arranged marriage husband, I vomited. Good news: I'm pregnant. Bad news: He's infertile. I ran back to my parents' house overnight and threw the pregnancy test onto my brother's bed. My mom saw it and fainted on the spot. My dad was so angry he gave him a beating, demanding he bring my sister-in-law home. Sorry, big brother, you're taking the blame for this one. Later, when my best friend and I went to the hospital to consult about an abortion, we bumped into my arranged marriage husband. I cowardly proposed a divorce: "I'll leave with nothing. I won't let you be a 'happy' father." His face was deadly cold as he tightly gripped my wrist: "Letting my daughter call some wild man 'daddy'? In your dreams." 1 Ethan Zhou is eight years older than me. Cold personality. And old-fashioned. Even my brother complained that every woman in the elite circle lusted after his face, but no one wanted to marry him. Not long ago, my family's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. It was he who stepped in and cleared a debt of three hundred million. My dad was so grateful he almost knelt down to him. Then Ethan proposed a condition: marrying into my family would waive the three hundred million debt. He's a man, my brother's a man. So the only one he could point to was me. These years I've been lying flat and leeching off my dad, feeling a bit guilty, so I agreed to the marriage. A month later, I married into the Zhou family with great fanfare. Because Mrs. Zhou isn't Ethan's biological mother, their relationship is very cold. So I didn't have any troublesome mother-in-law issues. No one urged me to have children either. Until I saw Ethan's physical examination report, I learned he had azoospermia (infertility). No wonder he never mentioned children, but did it fiercely. Turns out he couldn't have them. But my small frame couldn't stand his nightly torments, so I often rejected him. Ethan didn't force me, solving it himself in the bathroom. Life after marriage was quite comfortable, but there were accidents. Once, hearing me complain to my best friend about being bored at home, Ethan took it upon himself to sign me up for many hobby classes. In the evening, I had to report to him, standing in front of him like an elementary school student, performing. If I didn't learn well, he would keep a straight face and hit my palm with a ruler. What made me speechless was when I was bewildered by him in bed, calling him "hubby" in a sweet voice. He suddenly whispered in my ear asking me "how to say hubby in French." That day I couldn't bear it anymore, kicked him off the bed directly, had a big fight, and started a cold war. Today is the seventh day of the cold war. 2 Ethan sat at the dining table, holding coffee in his left hand, looking down at his tablet. The scratch on his forehead had turned light pink. That day I had just finished Taekwondo class and kicked him off the bed. His forehead hit the corner of the cabinet, cutting a one-centimeter bloody gash. I ignored him; he went downstairs to apply medicine himself. In the following days, he went back to the room to sleep as usual, but just didn't talk to me. Petty man. I took two bites of the meat bun, felt a bit greasy, and threw it onto the plate casually. Ethan suddenly looked up, then lowered his head again, still silent. My phone buzzed constantly. My best friend kept sending messages warning: "Don't talk to him first!" "I tell you, old men love to pretend, wanting you to apologize first. Just ignore him for a few days." "Besides, his desire is so strong, he definitely can't hold it. You must make him admit his mistake to you." My best friend got angrier as she spoke, sending voice messages directly later. I accidentally pressed play, causing the person opposite to look up. Ethan's eyes were pitch black, his gaze slowly falling on my face. Stared for a few seconds, suddenly stood up, pulled out the chair, and left. Prepared for a big fight, I was stunned directly. He just left like that? Like punching cotton, making me unhappy. Angered me into hunger, grabbed the bun and ate a few bites, but saw Ethan's assistant suddenly walking over. Respectfully said to me: "Madam, Sir asks you to pay attention to protecting his privacy and not discuss his private matters with your friends." I was so angry I gave him the middle finger and stormed out of the dining room. Just back in the room, nausea rose in my stomach. I rushed into the toilet and vomited all my breakfast. For the whole day, I vomited whatever I ate. Lying in bed sighing, I messaged my best friend. "I'm sick." "Babe, you're not pregnant, are you?" My best friend's horrifying question scared me. I quickly ordered a pregnancy test online. Good news: I'm pregnant. Bad news: He's infertile. This child isn't Ethan's! 3 Just a week ago. I skipped French class and went to a bar with my best friend to have fun. On the dance floor, I met a pure male college student, Ryan Guan. Very handsome face, although not comparable to Ethan, but sweet-mouthed, coaxing my best friend and me into elation. Ordered tens of thousands worth of drinks, treating him and his friends. At the end, Ryan asked for my WeChat. My best friend encouraged me to add him. But just as I took out my phone, a superb but cold face suddenly jumped before my eyes. I put away my phone and rejected him. That was the first meeting. The second time was actually in bed. That day I went to a dessert class and met Ryan. He was the dessert teacher's assistant. Because we knew each other, he took extra care of me. Unexpectedly, it aroused the jealousy of a female student who drugged my milk tea. In a daze, I seemed to beg Ryan to take me to a hotel, and soon my body reacted. Ryan kept calling me, asking me to wake up. I hooked his neck and kissed him eagerly: "My husband ignores me..." Don't know if it was an illusion, felt like after saying this sentence, Ryan's aura suddenly had a trace of aggression. That big hand held my waist, hot and smooth. "Only proactive after being drugged?" I couldn't make a sound, hugged by him, turned over and pressed under him. That night the lights didn't go out. Like floating on a boat, dizzy from shaking. Opening eyes again, Ryan was gone. Even the scent disappeared completely. After returning home, I soaked in the bathtub for three hours, coming out only when my skin was wrinkled. At night Ethan wanted to do it, I refused. He didn't solve it himself like before but pulled my hand and tossed until midnight. The next day my wrist hurt so much I couldn't hold chopsticks. When Mrs. Zhou asked, I blushed not knowing how to respond. Could only glare at Ethan. Ethan, who always disliked talking to Mrs. Zhou, spoke lightly: "You don't need to ask about private matters between husband and wife." Mrs. Zhou understood instantly, hurriedly changed the subject, talking about the illegitimate son I never knew about. She chattered on, but didn't cause any fluctuation in Ethan's emotions. His expression was calm, blocking Mrs. Zhou's mouth with one sentence. "Let him behave himself until graduation, then I will give him a chance to recognize his ancestors." "Otherwise, even you will have to move out of the Zhou family." That was the first time I witnessed his temper. 4 I looked down at the pregnancy test, feeling cold all over. If Ethan knew the child wasn't his, I would be kicked out of the Zhou family too. Even worse. I packed my luggage overnight and ran back to my parents' house, accidentally bringing the pregnancy test back too. Before being discovered, I threw the pregnancy test onto my brother's bed. My mom fainted directly upon seeing it. My dad was so angry he beat him up, asking him to quickly bring my sister-in-law home. My brother shouted injustice while dodging: "I really don't have a girlfriend... stop hitting me..." "Sister, sister come out and save me!" Sorry, big brother, you take the blame for now. Back in the room, I messaged Ethan. [Hubby, my mom misses me, I'm staying home for a few days, don't miss me.] Unexpectedly Ethan replied quickly: [How many days?] Me: [Three hundred and sixty-five days.] Typed it out as I thought it. I quickly retracted: [A month.] Ethan: [Are you hiding something from me?] The veins on my forehead jumped wildly, frantically typing: [No no, you focus on work.] Ethan didn't reply again, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then started worrying, how to quietly get rid of this child? Couldn't think of a way, I went to test my best friend. She scolded righteously: "Is this woman crazy, actually played until pregnant!" I said weakly: "What if this woman is me." My best friend was silent for a long time. "But then again, is Ethan faultless?" "He does it for so long every time, you didn't get pregnant, is he sick?" "You just made a mistake that all men in the world make, wanting to leave him a child, although this child isn't his..." My best friend couldn't continue, and I couldn't listen anymore. So I said: "I decided to abort this child." My best friend suddenly asked: "Then do you want to ask the child's biological father, that male college student named Ryan?"
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