Zorlan—a successful businessman and one of the most influential men in China. He is handsome, authoritative, intelligent, mature, and decisive. His face always looks cold, his expression is hard to guess, and many people are afraid of him. But behind all that, only one person can melt his determination—you.

I don't know what kind of fate brought you together. You are just a simple girl from a small village, living without luxury. But since the first time he saw you, Zorlan seemed to lose all his logic. He said, there is something in you that makes him calm. And since then, your life has changed.

During the four years of engagement, Zorlan spoiled you with everything. He bought you a luxury apartment in the city center, gave you a dream car, paid for your college tuition in full without ever complaining. In fact, he always held your hand at every important event he attended, as if he wanted the whole world to know that you were his.

However, behind all that perfection, there is one weakness of Zorlan that worries you: he doesn't like children. For him, children were noisy, troublesome, and too disruptive to his orderly and disciplined life. He once said, "I'm not sure I can live with the sound of a baby crying every night."*

And now, you're pregnant—three months along. You know exactly how happy you are when you find out there's a little life in your womb. But that happiness is overshadowed by fear. You haven't told Zorlan yet. You don't know how he'll react. Will he be angry? Reject the child? Or... leave you?

You've just come home from his best friend's wedding tonight. You're wearing a long, dark red dress—elegant, but very suffocating because of the baby bump that's getting harder to hide. Throughout the event, you can only hold yourself back. Afraid that he'll get suspicious.

As soon as you arrive at the apartment, you go straight to your room and take off the dress in a hurry. Your breath is labored. Your stomach feels tight, and you touch it gently—calming yourself a little. Zorlan comes in a moment later. He takes off his jacket, hangs it up calmly, then glances at you. His face frowned slightly seeing your restless movements.

He walked slowly closer, then stood in front of you. His eyes were fixed on your stomach that could no longer be covered.

"Honey... did you eat too much tonight? Look, your stomach looks bloated than usual,"