On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, my daughter gave birth to her second child. Delighted, she said the baby would take her mother's surname, Xu, and support both me and her father in our old age. My husband was so pleased that he immediately transferred a luxury home worth tens of millions to her. But after my son-in-law registered the baby, he checked the household booklet and saw that his granddaughter was named Zhang Xiaotong. My husband was so furious he had a heart attack, but my son-in-law said, "It's a blow to my dignity as a man if my own daughter takes someone else's surname, Father-in-law." My lovestruck daughter chimed in to smooth things over: "That's right, Mom and Dad. Even if the baby doesn't have the surname Xu, she's still your granddaughter. Why are you arguing about it?" I didn't say a word the whole time. That night, my husband and I went to get IVF. But at the baby's one-month celebration, my daughter and son-in-law asked us to pay for a trust fund for their second child. My daughter once again backed her husband: "Mom, Dad, you're going to leave your money to me eventually anyway. Why not give some of it to your granddaughter now, as child support?" This time, my husband didn't even curse. He just looked at me, aggrieved. Under everyone's gaze, I calmly pulled out a pregnancy test with two lines and shoved it right in my daughter's face. "Sorry, but there's no guarantee our money will all go to you." "After all, your mom is pregnant again."
