My wife was devoted to Platonic love. She made me promise never to feel desire for the rest of my life, then sweet-talked me into having my seminal vesicles removed.
But six months after we got married, she brought home a pair of twins and asked me to raise them.
I taught the children with care and spoiled them endlessly.
Eighteen years later, my wife brought the twins to me to sign over the family business.
“The two babies have no one to rely on, darling. I want to give them some security.”
Just as I was about to sign, my younger sister stopped me.
“Brother, if you give the family business to these two strangers, I'll cut ties with you!”
I looked at her calmly. “They're my children.”
When she realized she couldn't talk me out of it, my sister brought in our parents. The two elders beat their chests in anguish, and my father even threatened to make me kneel in the ancestral hall.
But I still signed my name without hesitation.
