The night before my wedding, I stumbled upon a post: 【I’m getting married soon, but my mom is furious and cries constantly. She can’t accept me and my wife having children. What should I do?】 Someone replied: 【Then don’t get married. Don’t ruin that girl’s life.】 He replied: 【But she’s great. She’s my best choice for marriage, though only for marriage.】 Another person said: 【Tell your mom to have her own baby!】 He actually replied: 【Even though my mom is pretty and has a good figure, she’s old now. The quality of the child definitely wouldn’t be ideal.】 Another netizen commented: 【Just find someone else to have a baby for you. Still get married. If your wife asks, tell her you’re doing it to spare her the pain. She’ll be touched to tears, I guarantee it.】 I thought these people were all insane. But then, the next second, my boyfriend pushed open my door: 【Baby, I think having a baby is too hard. I don’t want you to take that risk. How about we get someone else to have it?】 I honestly thought I’d misheard him, just staring, dumbfounded. He knelt in front of me, gripping my hands tightly, his eyes filled with an unnerving sincerity: “Baby, I just watched a video online about childbirth. “It was bloody, and the mom was screaming in pain. It sounded absolutely agonizing. “And that wasn’t even the worst of it. The key thing is, she later had a massive hemorrhage, an amniotic fluid embolism, and just died. “Baby, just thinking about all that scares me. I would never let you go through such a dangerous situation.” My mind was reeling from that post I’d just read, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Was *he* the one who posted it? Seeing my lack of reaction, he continued: “Baby, I truly can’t lose you. I can’t let you take even the slightest risk. I’m thinking…” “Then let’s just be DINKs. No kids.” I cut him off, testing him. He immediately let go of my hands and jumped up: “How could we do that? I’m a traditional guy. I want babies! I would never be a DINK; I can’t let our family line end.” “Baby, how could you even think that?” Before I could speak, he went on: “My mom wouldn’t agree either.” I’m not actually a DINK. I was just trying to gauge his reaction. But his response only fueled my suspicion. To confirm my hunch, I pressed him: “You want kids, you don’t want to be DINKs, but you’re too worried about me to let me have them. So where would the baby come from? “Popping out of a rock?” He knelt before me again: “Baby, I’ve looked into it. It’s really simple to find someone else to have a baby now. I even asked about the price—it’s only around thirty to forty thousand dollars.” Thirty to forty thousand dollars. He was actually willing to spend that much. Just a few days ago, when I mentioned our wedding should be around $20,000, he was complaining about money, saying his mom worked so hard alone and didn’t have that much. But now, thirty to forty thousand dollars was fine? To avoid alarming him, I pretended to nod. He excitedly kissed my cheek, then grabbed his phone and turned to his study. The next second, I saw the post update: 【Guys, my wife agreed! I can’t believe how easy she was to convince.】 The comment section was buzzing with people asking him for advice, and he replied smugly: 【Just tell her it’s for her own good, tell her you’re worried about her! Hahaha, women, they’re so easy to trick!】 The netizens collectively liked the comment: 【Exactly! Women, heh, they’re all idiots!】 【What do they understand beyond makeup, handbags, and jewelry? It just takes a few words from us men.】 【Right? If I want to sweet-talk them, I can get them into bed for free in minutes.】
A bunch of trash. After confirming that the post was definitely made by Ryan, I quickly packed my bags. He was messing with me like this behind my back? I wouldn’t let him get away with it. As I walked out with my suitcase, Ryan happened to come out to use the restroom. He paused, surprised: “Baby, where are you going in the middle of the night? With luggage?” To avoid raising his suspicions, I had to say: “My mom isn’t feeling well. She wants me to stay for a few days, and we can discuss our wedding details. “Ryan, you should talk to your mom about the money situation soon too.” He didn’t suspect a thing. He even drove me home himself. But as soon as I put my luggage away, I saw his post update again: 【Guys, in my situation, since I’m not making her have a baby, does that mean I don’t have to give her any money for the wedding?】 Someone replied: 【Of course! Don’t they always say money is for the ‘baby fund’? So if she’s not having the baby, why would you give her any money?】 【I say, even if she *did* have the baby, you shouldn’t have to give her money. The baby is for *her* to have, why should she get paid for it?】 【Exactly, it’s an outdated tradition! When I get married, I won’t give any woman a single cent. Marry me or die!】 Ryan liked all their comments. I clenched my phone tightly and told my mom: “The wedding’s off, Mom. Please tell all our relatives not to come.” My mom didn’t understand why. She worriedly stroked my hair: “What happened, sweetie? Tell me.” I handed her my phone. Halfway through reading, she became furious: “I’m so mad! What is Ryan thinking? Messing around with his mom and then wanting to find someone else to have a baby? “What does he intend to marry you for? Purely to ruin you? “Sweetie, don’t worry, we definitely can’t go through with this wedding, but we’re definitely not letting them get away with this.” Of course, we wouldn’t. So I only notified my side of the family to cancel. As for Ryan’s family, the wedding would proceed as planned! While my mom was still calling relatives one by one, Ryan called me: “Baby, my mom wants you to come over. She said she wants to talk about the money.” Remembering Ryan’s words in the post, I still went. Brenda sat primly on the couch in a tight-fitting mermaid dress. Ryan leaned back against the sofa behind her, playfully twirling her curled hair. They used to be this close, and back then, I’d just thought of it as the most normal mother-son affection. But now, it just looked utterly disgusting to me! “Chloe’s here, huh? Before, you mentioned $20,000 for the wedding gift. “I was originally fine with that, but yesterday, Ryan told me you don’t want to have children. So that price isn’t quite right now. “What do you think?” I glanced at Ryan: “You told her I don’t want to have kids?” He averted his gaze for a second, then quickly said: “Baby, I just can’t bear for you to have to go through it, but my mom’s right too. Maybe we can discuss taking a little less money.” I forced a smile: “How much less is ‘a little less’?” “Eight dollars and eighty cents!”
Brenda spoke up: “For good luck, right? Originally, I thought we shouldn’t give you anything at all, but I didn’t want people to say you’re cheap, so I’ll give you eight dollars and eighty cents. “After all, *you’re* not having the baby, and we have to find someone else to have one for us, which will cost hundreds of thousands. All that money should come from you.” I was seething. My fingers clenched into tight fists behind my back. “So, Ryan, in your family’s eyes, I’m only worth eight dollars and eighty cents?” He tried to come over and soothe me, but Brenda gripped his hand tightly: “Chloe, you’re a modern woman now, and the standard for a good modern girl is *not* wanting money, isn’t it? “But what *you* give can’t be less; that’s the rule. “Originally, it was agreed you’d give $20,000 and a car, but now we have to find someone to have a baby for us, so you must give $50,000 and a car. “$30,000 for the baby, and $20,000 plus the car for me. These are for your future security.” I almost flipped the table right then and there. I quickly excused myself to the restroom. I heard Ryan asking Brenda: “Mom, won’t she agree to such harsh conditions? After all, she’s so amazing; there’s a line of guys who want to marry her.” “Hmph!” Brenda wasn’t scared at all: “If she agreed to let someone else have a baby for you, would she really dare to disagree about giving a little less money? “If she makes a fuss, just tell her you don’t want her. The wedding date is set, the invitations are out. Let’s see if she’s willing to lose face like that. “Son, I’m telling you, respectable people care more about their reputation. If you grasp that, you’ve got her weakness!” I stayed in the restroom for over ten minutes. When I came out, Brenda’s face was flushed. I told them: “I can accept all your conditions. But on one condition: the wedding must be grand. All our relatives, friends, and neighbors must come, or I won’t marry.” On the way back, Ryan updated his post again: 【Guys, my fiancée is unbelievably obedient! Hahaha, she just listens to everything I say. She really loves me too much!】 Those jerks immediately lined up to ask him: 【Seriously, no money at all?】 He quickly replied: 【Hahaha, my mom gave her eight dollars and eighty cents, and she’s even giving us $50,000 and a car as part of her dowry. She actually agreed!】 The jerks groaned enviously: 【Dude, what’s your secret? How did you get her to marry you even with all that?】 【Give me a dozen women like her, please! I’m begging you!】 【Bro, you *have* to share your wisdom! My wedding’s soon, and I don’t want to give my hard-earned money to those gold-digging women.】 Ryan quickly replied to everyone: 【Well, she’s probably after my body, my looks, and my generous assets, hahaha!】 The comment section was filled with countless other disgusting remarks. Truly sickening. I quickly took a screenshot of the link, ready to exit, when I suddenly saw a new comment: 【Something’s off with you and your mom. I bet the other woman having the baby is also fishy. Bro, how many “good sisters” do you actually have?】
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