After our honeymoon, my wife brought home a child who looked about seventy percent like her ex. It made me uncomfortable, so I turned her down tactfully. She looked at me in disappointment. “Lu Mingyuan, don’t go too far. Chenchen already has no father. Where’s your compassion?” Reluctantly, I agreed. Then she pushed her luck and handed me an appointment slip for surgery. “You’re getting a vasectomy tomorrow.” “Chenchen needs our undivided attention while growing up. We shouldn’t have any more children.” I laughed until tears came to my eyes, mine bloodshot. “Meng Xuewei, you’re only doing this because you know I love you, aren’t you!”
