Five years without pregnancy means you're too weak; I remarried a powerful man and had triplets

One and a half hours.

For Hsu Che-sheng, those ninety minutes felt longer than any scene he had ever filmed.

He paced back and forth in that small waiting area, his anxious footprints almost leaving their mark on the floor tiles.

If the phone had a step counter installed, it would probably have already exceeded 10,000 steps by now.

Every tick of the second hand on the wall clock felt like a tap on his heart.

Finally, the time has come.

He practically launched himself forward, rushing to the front desk in two strides and bracing his hands on the table.

The receptionist was startled by his appearance. She took a file folder from the drawer and respectfully handed it to him: "Mr. Xu, your test results. Thank you for choosing our hospital. We wish you... a good outcome."

Xu Zhesheng didn't hear what she said next at all.

His gaze was fixed on the brown paper document bag, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he almost tore the paper inside when he tore open the seal.

He couldn't understand the dense data and medical terminology, so he jumped straight to the conclusion section on the second page.

"The person being tested suffers from asthenospermia, resulting in an extremely low natural conception rate."

Behind him, the bright red hospital seal, like a drop of blood, made his pupils shrink sharply.

The world fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't the kind of peaceful quiet, but rather a tinnitus-like buzzing, as if all sound had been sucked away, leaving only the roar of blood rushing to the head.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His fingers gripped the report tightly, his knuckles turning pale, as if he wanted to crush the paper.

"impossible……"

His lips moved, his voice as soft as a wisp of smoke.

"This is impossible..."

He read it again.

Watch it again.

Each time, the words were clearly imprinted there, burning into his retina like a branding iron.

Asthenospermia.

The natural conception rate is extremely low.

The conclusion was exactly the same as the report he had repeatedly denounced as fabricated.

His legs went weak, and he staggered back two steps, his back hitting the wall before he managed to avoid sliding to the ground.

He looked down at the report in his hand and suddenly let out a laugh that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

That laughter was even more unpleasant than crying.

"Haha...hahaha..."

His eyes were red from laughing, and his whole body was shaking.

It turned out that Shen Zhiyi hadn't lied to him.

It turns out that Tan Gui did not fabricate anything.

It turns out that every time he lost his temper with Shen Zhiyi over the past five years, every time he gave her a cold shoulder, and every time he heard Zhang Feng's insults, it was all based on the premise that he himself had problems.

He listened to his mother call her a "barren hen" for five years, but never said a word in her defense.

But the one who truly cannot have children is himself.

An overwhelming sense of shame washed over him like a tidal wave.

He bent over abruptly and gagged a few times, but nothing came out. Only acid churned up from his stomach to his throat, burning his eyes.

No.

wrong.

He suddenly sat up straight, and Su Manman's face flashed through his mind.

Su Manman's child wasn't his, so how did she get pregnant? If Su Manman wasn't carrying his child, then who did she sleep with?! And why did she pretend the child was his?

Xu Zhesheng's eyes suddenly turned fierce.

He needs to find out the truth about this.

He needs to know whose child it is.

He needed to know just how much Su Manman had been hiding from him.

He needs to know why she ruined her marriage!

Clutching the report like a knife, he stumbled out of the hospital, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the obstetrics and gynecology ward.

……

"boom!"

The door to Su Manman's ward was kicked open with such force that the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, making the water glass on the bedside table jump.

Su Manman was leaning against the bed scrolling through her phone when the noise startled her so much that her phone flew out of her hand.

She looked up abruptly and saw Xu Zhesheng standing at the door, his face as pale as a ghost, his eyes bloodshot, his hair disheveled, and his suit wrinkled and clinging to his body, looking like he had just crawled out of hell.

"Ah Zhe?! What's wrong with you?" She sat up abruptly, her voice trembling.

Hsu Che-sheng did not answer.

He walked in step by step, each step feeling like he was stepping on cotton, unsteady and heavy.

He walked to the bedside, looking down at her, his bloodshot eyes swirling with something almost insane.

He pulled the report from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly from the force, and spread it out in front of her. Pointing to the conclusion, his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against glass:

"Su Manman, tell me..."

"I have asthenospermia myself, so my natural conception rate is extremely low. So, whose child is it?"

Su Manman's gaze fell on the report, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, Xu Zhesheng clearly saw that the color drained from her face completely in a second.

Su Manman trembled as she grabbed the report, scanning the paper over and over again, her lips gradually losing their color.

She abruptly raised her head, forcing a weak smile: "The natural conception rate is extremely low... but it's not 100% impossible! Ah Zhe, why are you starting to doubt me again?"

Her lips trembled, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. That tearful look was what used to soften Xu Zhesheng's heart the most.

But this time, he only felt a violent wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

"Stop crying!"

He let out a low growl, took three steps in two to the bedside, and grabbed her by the neck.

The speed was too fast and the force too strong; Su Manman had no time to react. The back of her head slammed heavily against the headboard with a dull thud.

She choked on the water in a panic and coughed violently: "Cough cough cough"

Even though she coughed until her face was flushed and her face was covered in tears and snot, Xu Zhesheng showed no sign of letting up.

His fingers dug into her slender neck like iron clamps, his knuckles taut and pale, his thumb pressed firmly against her throat.

"Tell me, whose child is that?!"

He leaned down, almost touching her face, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against her bones: "Why did you pretend to be mine? And why did you come to break up my marriage?! Why!!"

Su Manman's face flushed instantly, turning from red to purple, and her eyes were filled with bloodshot veins of terror.

She tried desperately to pry his fingers off, her nails scratching bloody marks on the back of his hands. She kicked her legs back and forth on the bed, but Xu Zhesheng didn't budge. Instead, she increased her strength.

Her slender neck felt like a fragile, withered branch in his palm, as if it would snap with a "crack" if he applied even a little more force.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about...Let...let me go..." she uttered broken syllables through clenched teeth, her tongue beginning to go numb, black mist rising from the edges of her vision. "I'm...I'm going to die..."

"It would be best if you were dead!"

Xu Zhesheng's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the report with his other hand and slammed it into her face. "I've been so good to you! For you, I even turned against Zhiyi! I went easy on you in the movie, used all my connections to help you get into schools abroad! And you've been lying to me from the very beginning!"