Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Wang Wei stared at his phone, his breathing completely erratic.

"Impossible." He managed to squeeze out the words with difficulty: "I always take proper precautions."

Wang Wei pulled hard on his hair:

"And it's the thickened ribbed version, with a contraceptive success rate of up to 99%."

"But what if it really is that one percent?!"

The more he thought about it, the more frantic he became, even starting to calculate the time difference of ovulation in his mind.

"If it's my child, that bitch doesn't deserve to be a mother."

Wang Wei's eyes were filled with resentment and heartache:

"I'll sell everything I own, I'll even risk my life, to fight for custody."

"I will absolutely not let my child suffer with that kind of woman."

"She, Zhao Min, will never set foot in my life again!"

Bai Li put away his phone and patted Wang Wei on the back.

"Don't panic." Bai Li's voice was calm and steady.

"Go to the scene and see for yourself. Things may not go as you expect."

Bai Li grabbed the car keys from the table.

"Mengmeng, you're in charge of taking Ruyue home. Tingting and the others can go back and rest too."

Bai Li assigned tasks methodically, then turned to look at Zhang Qian:

"You come with me and accompany Wang Wei on this trip."

Zhang Qian tossed her blue hair and obediently replied, "Okay, big brother."

Palamera rushed into the street.

Wang Wei sat in the passenger seat, looking like a deflated balloon, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the receding street scene outside the window.

Sitting in the back row, Zhang Qian said with some concern, "Fatty, don't waste your time."

"These days, women have so many tricks up their sleeves."

"I used to work as a waitress in a brothel. I've seen women fake pregnancy to demand breakup fees, and others try to find honest men to take over someone else's child."

"Whether that woman is genuine or not, we need to go and see for ourselves to know."

Wang Wei didn't say anything, he just gripped the seatbelt tightly.

Bai Li rested his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the traffic light ahead.

"When problems arise, we deal with them." Bai Li turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the Panamera executed a clean drift and turned onto the main road:

"If it's really yours, I promise I'll find a way to make sure that woman doesn't get a single hair out of it."

Wang Wei's eyes reddened again. He nodded forcefully and let out a muffled "hmm" through his nose.

Fifteen minutes later.

The entrance to the Atlantis bar.

Bai Li tossed the car keys to the valet and led Wang Wei and Zhang Qian through the gate.

Push open the heavy, soundproof door.

The sound waves crashed down from all sides.

The DJ was frantically scratching records on stage, while men and women were dancing wildly together on the dance floor.

Zhang Qian was close to Bai Li, with one hand linked with his arm.

Wang Wei squinted as he searched the booths and dance floor with difficulty.

"At booth number eight." Wang Wei suddenly stopped and pointed directly at the semi-open booth area on the second floor.

Bai Li followed the gaze.

Three women were sitting on the sofa, and the table was covered with Jägermeister products.

There wasn't a single man present, so Ai Tianbi was most likely not there yet.

At the very edge of the central booth stood a woman wearing a halter-neck bodycon dress.

Zhao Min.

From this angle, Zhao Min's belly does indeed appear larger than usual, round and protruding, which is particularly noticeable under the outline of her bodycon skirt.

The veins on the back of Wang Wei's hand were all bulging.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

"She's really pregnant... It's only been a short time since they broke up, how can her belly be so big?"

"Let's go and ask them what's going on." Bai Li took the lead, pushing through the crowd and heading straight for the stairwell.

The three of them had just reached the bottom of the steps to booth number eight.

The powerful bass wave reached its climax.

Screams erupted from the dance floor.

Standing at the edge of the booth, Zhao Min's eyes shone brightly. She held a Jägermeister mixed with Red Bull in her hand and began to sway her body dramatically to the rhythm.

One of her close friends pulled her aside and shouted, "Minmin, take it easy! Your situation is special!"

Zhao Min nonchalantly shook off her best friend's hand.

She looked down at her slightly protruding belly, patted it twice, and shouted out a sentence that shattered the worldview of everyone present, including Wang Wei.

"fine!"

"Baby, hold on tight to the umbilical cord, Mommy's going to shake you now~~"