Recently, a few new variety shows have come out. Most feature celebrities spending time with their babies. Some are hosted by dads, others by moms. Every baby is sweet, well-behaved, and adorable.
Yan Xin pointed at the cute babies on TV and cried to her husband, "You were born to a celebrity, and so were they. How can you be so different?"
Her husband furrowed his brows and thought it over carefully. "We were born in different decades. I'm a post-90s kid, and they're post-10s kids. We were also conceived differently. I was conceived through IVF, while they were conceived the old-fashioned way."
"Get lost, you idiot. You always have to laugh when I'm trying to cry. No wonder nobody will ever love you."
"I used to want their love. I was manipulated, and I hurt you too. From now on, I only want you."
Yan Xin felt nothing at all when she heard that. Sweet talk about love just didn't cut it anymore. She said, "Stop pretending to be so devoted and go bring in the laundry from the balcony."
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