After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Wednesday afternoon, Palm Springs International Apartments.

When Wei Yi returned from the United Nations University, Chen Xinyi was the only one in the living room.

It was unusual for her not to revise her manuscript in the study, nor to spread out interior design magazines in the living room.

Instead, he sat cross-legged on the sofa with his laptop on his lap.

He was holding a cup, the contents of which were unclear—whether it was tea or coffee.

With her peach blossom eyes fixed on the computer screen, a smile that Wei Yi recognized all too well—a smile that suggested she was plotting something.

"Sis, why are you back so early today?"

"No classes this afternoon."

Without looking up, Chen Xinyi waved to him, "Come here, I'll show you something interesting."

Wei Yi changed into slippers and walked over, sitting down next to her.

Chen Xinyi turned her laptop around, and a WeChat chat window appeared on the screen.

To be precise, it was his own WeChat chat window.

The contact name is "Sister Kexin," and the latest messages were sent by his sister in his voice:

"Are there many surgeries today? Remember to eat on time." "My dear sister, you've worked so hard, here's a hug." "Are you free this weekend? I miss you."

Wei Yi remained silent.

"You used my appointment number to flirt with Dr. Zhang again?"

"What you call flirting, this is called protecting feelings."

Chen Xinyi said matter-of-factly, swiping down a few pages on the touchpad and stopping at a certain dialogue, "Don't interrupt, look at this."

Wei Yi leaned closer to take a look.

The screen displays a speech-to-text record, in which Zhang Kexin's voice has been converted into dense text.

Before he could even look at it closely, Chen Xinyi had already highlighted the key points for him.

"Today I saw a rather special patient, 36 years old, with an AMH level that's above average for her age, and her ovarian reserve is quite good. She seems to be planning for a second child and specifically booked an appointment with an international specialist offering home visits to consult on endocrine regulation for older mothers. I prescribed her a full set of six hormone tests and an ultrasound; she'll be back next week for a follow-up appointment to see the results."

The next message was Chen Xinyi asking her what the International Special Expert Service Number was.

Zhang Kexin said it was the International Department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, a very special type of registration.

It's very expensive, so I won't go into details.

And only those at the level of vice president or above can hold such events.

However, it is possible to designate any doctor within the entire Peking Union Medical College Hospital to provide door-to-door service with their medical team.

Zhang Kexin: "By the way, this patient's surname is Wu. Her perfume smells very unique; I think I've smelled it somewhere else before. I can't remember where. She speaks softly, is incredibly beautiful, has a great presence, and is very well-maintained. She doesn't look thirty-six; she looks like she's in her early twenties."

The next message was from Chen Xinyi, written in Wei Yi's voice: "Oh? You're so well-maintained? What else did she ask?"

Zhang Kexin replied, "She asked a lot of questions. She asked me how to calculate my ovulation period most accurately, and what special precautions I need to take during pregnancy as an older mother. She asked very detailed questions. Oh, and she also asked if she could book another appointment with my international specialist for her next follow-up visit. I think she's amazing because these kinds of appointments are very hard to get."

Chen Xinyi closed the chat window, closed the laptop, and placed it on the coffee table.

She picked up the glass of cold water, intending to drink it, but then, for some reason, she put it down.

Then she turned to look at Wei Yi, and the smile in her peach blossom eyes was no longer just mischievous.

Rather, it was a sharper, brighter light, a light that had been ignited with fighting spirit.

"Surname Wu, thirty-six years old. Extremely powerful, extremely beautiful, and looks remarkably young. She's booked an appointment with the youngest and most outstanding reproductive specialist at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and wants to have a second child..."

"And coincidentally, just last week, Sister Wu took you to a private hospital for a full medical check-up."

Her tone was flat.

"The health check package just happens to include XX routine analysis. They'll 'take a sample' for you right here in the examination room."

"A woman who already has a teenage daughter suddenly started actively trying to conceive and even sought out the nation's top obstetrics and gynecology experts to help her prepare her body."

"Brother, what do you think she's trying to do?"

Wei Yi leaned back on the sofa, piecing together all the fragments of the past few days in his mind.

Wu Zhenhe's actions in the consultation room were so proactive as to be almost unbelievable.

The curve of his lips after saying "Do you need help?"

On the way back, she leaned on his shoulder and said, "I'm showing you, so you don't need to be so composed."

And yesterday, in her office on the 56th floor of the China World Trade Center, she suddenly asked him, "Do you prefer boys or girls?"

At the time, he thought it was just a casual question and casually replied, "Boys and girls are the same."

She hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

Looking back now.

When she asked that question.

In those intoxicating peony eyes, there was something he had never seen on anyone else's face.

Very serious, almost to the point of devotion.

"She wants to have a child," Wei Yi finally spoke, his voice still carrying a hint of shock that he himself hadn't fully processed. "She wants one of my children."

"Yes," Chen Xinyi nodded, "and it was premeditated. How long has it been since she first saw you at the beauty salon?"

"More than two months. In just over two months, she has completed the entire process of 'targeting, divorce, offering herself, undergoing a medical examination to assess fertility, and booking an appointment with a specialist to improve her health. Her execution is so impressive that I have to applaud her."

Wei Yi turned to look at his sister, his expression shifting between shock and confusion.

He knew, of course, that Wu Zhenhe liked him, and that it was an undisguised and passionate liking.

But he thought it was just physical attraction plus emotional projection, at most with a little bit of satisfaction from "getting something good".

He never expected that this older woman's affection for him had reached this level.

At 36, the risks of advanced maternal age are laid bare in medical textbooks, yet she did not hesitate to actively prepare for pregnancy.

"Sister, does she really want to have the baby? Maybe we're overthinking it? Maybe it's just a routine checkup, or maybe the patient Dr. Zhang mentioned isn't her..."

"Didn't you notice?"

Chen Xinyi reopened her computer, scrolled down Zhang Kexin's speech-to-text message, and pointed to a line on the screen: "'Her perfume smells very unique; I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before.' She probably smelled that scent on you."

Wei Yi fell silent.

Zhang Kexin said, "I think I smelled it somewhere else," because she had also smelled the same lingering scent on him.

Every time he came back from Wu Zhenhe's place, he would have some stains on him.

Seeing the change in his expression, Chen Xinyi nodded in satisfaction: "The reasoning is correct. Wu Zhenhe is actively trying to conceive, and her target is you. The timeline is most likely to be as soon as possible."

"What should we do then?" Wei Yi leaned back on the sofa, unusually flustered. "Should we really let her give birth?"

He was the father of many children in his past life.

But all those children were arranged and planned by his sister.

Even if some children are born outside the family, like the child of Senior Wang whom he once suspected.

His sister must have made plans as well.

It can be said that Chen Xinyi was in charge of deciding when to give birth, who would give birth first, and how many children to have.

All he needs to do is provide the genetic material and then enjoy the fun of being a father.

Oh, of course.

There is also the joyful process of creating children.

He was only eighteen years old in this life, and his career was just beginning.

There are already three women to take care of at home, and Zhang Kexin and Jiang Wan are waiting in line outside.

Wu Zhenhe suddenly jumped out and said she wanted to have his child.

Moreover, she bypassed his sister and him, and went to book an appointment with a top specialist herself first.

This kind of crazy move is something even he, the king of tension, can't pull off.

They were all starting to lose their composure.