You Said We Were Just Bro Friends, So Why Are You Making Me Go Through Postpartum Confinement?

Lin Che, dead serious: “How many years have we known each other?” Yan Xin, looking wary: “Seven or eight, I guess.” Lin Che: “If your brother’s in trouble, will you help him?” Yan Xin clenches her fist, looking even more suspicious: “Let’s get this straight. We may be friends, but I’m not giving you money!” Lin Che: “It’s not about money. My family’s putting a lot of pressure on me, and neither of us wants to get married. Just have a baby for me.” Yan Xin’s beautiful eyes widen. “Wait, I think of you as a friend. What do you think of me?” Lin Che: “Don’t rush. Think it over.” Yan Xin: “This is a matter of principle. There’s nothing to think about.” Lin Che: “You really don’t want to?” Yan Xin, impatiently: “I told you, this is...” Lin Che: “Didn’t you say you’ve always wanted a child? Would you rather become someone else’s stepmom?” Yan Xin: “Huh? Well...” Lin Che: “If that still doesn’t work, I’ll ask someone else, okay?” Yan Xin: “Wait! Give me a minute to think...” One year later Lin Che: “Well, I can’t thank you enough. I’ll take the baby for now. Don’t worry, you’ll always be the child’s birth mom.” Yan Xin looks at the chubby baby in Lin Che’s arms, her eyes full of reluctance and anxiety. “How about... we make it official?”