My Wife Texted to Ask How Our Son Was Doing, but We Don't Have a Child

"Honey, has our son’s fever gone down?" At eleven at night, just after I signed a contract worth tens of millions, a text from my wife, Lin Wan, popped up. The screen's cold light fell across my face, and the smile at my lips instantly froze. We'd been married for three years. How could we have a son? Thinking she'd sent it to the wrong person, I hovered my finger over the screen and replied with three words: "Wrong number?" Two seconds later, her reply made me feel as if I'd fallen into an icy abyss. "No, I didn't. Aren't you at the hospital with Xiaoyu? What did the doctor say?" Xiaoyu, such an affectionate name. My heart felt as if an invisible hand were squeezing it tight. I could barely breathe. Three years of