“Weiwei, let’s get a divorce.”
At the candlelit dinner celebrating their fourth wedding anniversary, Su Yunfan arrived late and dropped a bombshell the moment he sat down.
Lin Xiwei felt as if struck by lightning, staring at him in disbelief. “Why?”
Su Yunfan was silent for a moment before speaking. “Xiaorou is back. She needs me.”
“Zhong Yurou?” Lin Xiwei was filled with confusion. “Didn’t she get married long ago? She already has two children. How could she…”
Her husband’s first love, Zhong Yurou, had broken up with him abruptly five years ago and quickly married a wealthy second-generation overseas Chinese, settling in Australia afterward.
That was a wound in his heart that had never healed.
They had been university classmates. According to mutual friends, in the past two years, Zhong Yurou had given birth to a second child—one son and one daughter—with a wealthy husband and a life of luxury. She was the picture of a winner in life.
But why had she suddenly returned to the country now? And why had she sought out the ex-boyfriend she had abandoned?
Su Yunfan was surprisingly candid, confessing honestly: “Xiaorou’s ex-husband was abusive and addicted to drugs. They divorced six months ago. The son went with the father, and she kept the daughter. The mother and daughter returned to the country, helpless and alone…”
“Six months ago?” Lin Xiwei was shocked again, but quickly realized the truth. “So you’ve been secretly in contact for at least half a year?”
“No, we’ve only been in touch. I haven’t cheated—you know that… I’m physically incapable.”
His face was especially awkward as he said this.
Not being able to be a real man was the greatest shame of his life.
Lin Xiwei pressed her lips together, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.
Actually, in recent years, her best friend Chu Qing had repeatedly urged her to get a divorce.
Because shortly after she married Su Yunfan, she discovered that this young man was impotent.
After much persuasion, Su Yunfan finally agreed to undergo a full medical examination, and the results were worse than she had imagined.
Besides being impotent, Su Yunfan also suffered from azoospermia—zero sperm count.
At that time, Su Yunfan’s mother was gravely ill, and her only wish was to hold a grandchild.
To be a filial son, he had begged Lin Xiwei desperately to undergo IVF—and not just any IVF, but one using donor sperm selected from a sperm bank.
The pain and suffering involved were things Lin Xiwei couldn’t bear to look back on.
In the blink of an eye, several years had passed. The child was almost three years old, and Su Yunfan’s condition showed no sign of improvement.
Chu Qing was a doctor, and she knew this disease could never be cured.
So she had advised Lin Xiwei several times to seriously reevaluate this marriage.
After all, being a widow in all but name at such a young age, with a lifetime so long ahead—what agony it would be.
But because Su Yunfan was very family-oriented and dutiful to her and their son, she could never take that step.
Little did she expect that the one to first bring up divorce would be him!
After briefly recalling the grievances and forbearance of these past years, Lin Xiwei gave a mocking smile. “Doesn’t emotional cheating count as cheating?”
Su Yunfan didn’t argue, but his expression was resolute. “You can make demands in the divorce—the house, the car, cash, even company shares. Anything.”
“There’s no room for negotiation?” Lin Xiwei asked very calmly.
Su Yunfan looked at her, seemingly sensing that she didn’t want the divorce. After hesitating, he shamelessly said, “If you don’t mind me bringing Xiaorou and her daughter to live with us, then we could…”
Before he could finish, Lin Xiwei rose abruptly, picked up the red wine in front of her, and splashed it across his face.
“Let’s divorce. Split the assets equally, and our son comes with me.”
Su Yunfan looked disheveled, his head hanging low.
But when he heard those words, he suddenly raised his face and objected: “I have no problem with splitting the assets equally, but Junjun must come to me.”
“Su Yunfan, have you no shame?” Lin Xiwei was furious. “I nearly lost half my life giving birth to Junjun!”
The torment of undergoing IVF was etched deeply into her bones.
But Su Yunfan turned cold, speaking in a businesslike tone: “I’ve consulted a lawyer. You’re a stay-at-home wife with no income, so you can’t afford to raise a child. Also, since he was conceived through donor sperm, and considering I can’t father children, even if we go to court, the judge would likely award custody to me.”
Lin Xiwei frowned deeply, staring at him as if he were a stranger.
“So you had it all planned out long ago. Today was just a formality to inform me.” Her heart turned cold, unable to believe that the man who slept beside her could scheme against her like this.
“Xiwei, you’re still young. After the divorce, you can remarry and have as many children as you want. But I can’t—Junjun is my only child.” Su Yunfan began playing the sympathy card.
At that, Lin Xiwei couldn’t help but sneer. “You’re right about that! You’re a man with azoospermia and erectile dysfunction—you’ve lived this long without ever tasting a woman. What exactly does Zhong Yurou see in you?”
This drew the attention of nearby diners, and several people turned their heads with strange expressions.
“I think she’s treating you as a free ATM. And she knows you can’t have children, so you’ll have no choice but to treat her daughter well.” Lin Xiwei added with a mocking laugh.
Su Yunfan said flatly, “Xiaorou doesn’t know about any of this.”
“Ha!” Lin Xiwei’s sneer deepened. “So you’ve deceived not just me, but you’re also deceiving your precious first love. I suddenly feel a lot more balanced now.”
Su Yunfan’s face couldn’t hold it together, suppressing his anger. “Xiwei, that’s enough! We were married, and I never treated you badly. Let’s part ways amicably. What’s the point of this?”
“Of course there’s a point.” Lin Xiwei was furious beyond measure, not caring whether onlookers were enjoying the drama, and kept firing off.
“Junjun was conceived through donor sperm—biologically, he has nothing to do with you. If you want a child, have Zhong Yurou figure out how to give you one. Trying to take the son I went through hell to give birth to? Dream on!”
“Xiwei, if you’re going to be this aggressive, then I’ll have no choice but to have my lawyer file for divorce.” Su Yunfan actually resorted to threats.
“Fine, go ahead—” Lin Xiwei was about to accept the challenge when her phone rang from inside her bag.
She pulled it out and saw it was the nanny calling.
“Hello, Sister Hong…”
“Madam, the young master suddenly got a nosebleed and we can’t stop it. I’ve had Old Chen drive us to the hospital. Please come over right away, you and the mister!”
Lin Xiwei had thought that since today was their wedding anniversary, she’d deliberately arranged a romantic getaway for just the two of them, leaving their son at home with the nanny.
She never expected something like this to happen.
Her heart seized with panic as she turned to leave: “Okay, I’m on my way now. Keep me updated on anything.”
Su Yunfan overheard that his son was sick and immediately got up to chase after her, grabbing Lin Xiwei’s arm.
“What’s wrong with Junjun? What happened?”
Lin Xiwei’s eyes were red, her emotions spiraling out of control. She spun around, grabbed her bag, and slammed it into him hard. “Go keep your first love company! Whether my son lives or dies has nothing to do with you!”
He couldn’t even open his eyes from the beating, dodging awkwardly while muttering “crazy woman, crazy woman” under his breath.
Worried about her son, Lin Xiwei vented her frustration and then stormed off.
At the hospital, the nanny Sister Hong came up to her and briefly explained the child’s condition.
Lin Xiwei’s heart was racing, and she had an inexplicable sense of dread.
Soon, the doctor came out.
“Mrs. Su, the young master’s nosebleed has been temporarily stopped. The preliminary blood test results show that the child has a blood clotting issue. To be safe, it’s best to admit him for observation and run more detailed tests tomorrow,” the doctor advised.
A blood clotting issue?
Lin Xiwei’s face went pale as she nodded repeatedly. “Okay, we’ll stay in the hospital.”
She walked into the emergency room and immediately spotted her young son. The pain in her heart felt like it was tearing her apart.
The little one, almost three years old, had the front of his clothes stained with blood—a shocking, horrifying sight.
“Mommy…” Su Chengjun opened his little arms, acting cute.
Lin Xiwei immediately pulled herself together, stepped forward to hug her son, and gently rubbed his little head. “Did my baby get scared? It’s all Mommy’s fault—I shouldn’t have left you at home.”
Su Chengjun rolled his big, dark, bright eyes and said understandingly, “Mommy stays with me every day. You should take some time to be with Daddy once in a while too—otherwise Daddy will get jealous.”
In the past, hearing those words would have filled Lin Xiwei with warmth and happiness.
But now, she only felt bitterness and irony.
That seemingly responsible, dependable, gentle, and family-oriented good man had been nothing but a facade all along.
In his heart, he’d always loved the woman who abandoned him. Even if she was now making him a cuckold, he accepted it willingly and couldn’t wait to do it.
Seeing her son smiling at her, Lin Xiwei couldn’t help but kiss his little cheek and praise him with a smile.
Not to brag, but although the little one’s features were still young and not fully developed, his brow line was deep, his nose bridge was high, and even his hair was thick and jet-black—you could imagine how handsome he’d be when he grew up.
Lin Xiwei had thought countless times that even if Su Yunfan could father a child, the child they’d have together wouldn’t be as handsome as the one in front of her.
So she’d been lucky, too—she’d picked a real handsome man from the sperm bank.
After completing the admission procedures, Lin Xiwei had just accompanied her son to the ward when Su Yunfan’s call came through.
She glanced at it, didn’t answer, and hung up.
But Su Yunfan kept calling nonstop.
Even her son noticed something was off and asked if it was Daddy calling.
Lin Xiwei had no choice but to coax her son to sleep, then turned and walked out of the ward.
“Hello, what do you want?” She answered coldly.
On the other end, Su Yunfan’s tone was urgent: “How’s Junjun? Is it a cold or a fever?”
“If you care so much, why don’t you come to the hospital and see for yourself?” And her son was still thinking about his father’s sake.
Su Yunfan stammered, about to answer, when a voice came through on the other end.
It was a young girl’s voice, calling out “Uncle.”
Lin Xiwei guessed what was going on and asked, “Don’t tell me you’re with Zhong Yurou right now?”
“Well… Yurou isn’t feeling well, and her daughter has no one to look after her. Once I get things settled here, I’ll come to the hospital to see—”
Before he could finish, Lin Xiwei hung up cleanly.
A heavy lump of anger lodged in her chest, pressing down until her organs cramped with pain.
She still couldn’t believe that the man everyone considered the perfect husband had suddenly become so unrecognizable.
Divorce—she had to divorce him!
This rotten marriage, riddled with holes and crawling with lice, she didn’t want to maintain it for even a moment longer.
But the scumbag could go, as long as her son stayed by her side.
If Su Yunfan insisted on fighting her for custody, she’d expose that bastard’s dirty secret to the whole world!
Lin Xiwei stayed with her son in the hospital all night, and Su Yunfan never showed up.
Who knows if Zhong Yurou had used some trick to keep him there again.
But Lin Xiwei had no time to worry about that. She took her son to see the doctor again for a detailed examination.
Soon, part of the examination report came out.
“Mrs. Su, the lab report shows a massive proliferation and accumulation of white blood cells, and under the microscope, immature cells can be seen. This is a very dangerous sign.”
The doctor called her over, his expression grave and serious as he spoke.
Lin Xiwei didn’t understand what “immature cells” meant, but upon hearing about the massive increase in white blood cells, her first thought was leukemia.
The doctor nodded. “My initial suspicion is blood cancer. If you don’t believe it, you can transfer to the Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital for a bone marrow puncture.”