The attempt to test him that day ended without result, but Fu Senran did indeed keep it in mind.
After their honeymoon ended, on the night they returned to Beijing, Fu Senran, seeing Zixi sleeping peacefully, drove to Dr. Wan's house again.
A faint scent of sandalwood filled Dr. Wan's living room. Fu Senran sat on a dark brown leather sofa, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his wedding ring. His gaze fell on the cold cup of tea on the coffee table, his thoughts drifting.
"So, Miss Shen wants a child, and you... are you completely unable to accept that?"
Dr. Wan took off his reading glasses, his voice gentle.
“I hadn’t thought about it before, but I thought about it for a long time afterward… I still can’t accept it, or maybe it’s not allowed.”
Fu Senran's knuckles turned slightly white, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was low and cold, as if he was suppressing some surging emotion.
Dr. Wan did not respond immediately, but simply took notes on the tablet, her gaze calmly fixed on him.
"Mr. Fu, what are you afraid of?"
He slowly began to speak, writing his hypothesis—childhood trauma—after the notes.
"After becoming pregnant, she will face gestational hypertension, amniotic fluid embolism, and the possibility of postpartum hemorrhage... any of these could be fatal to her."
Fu Senran's pupils contracted slightly, as if a nerve had been pierced, and his tone was icy, as if he were reciting a death case.
That's true; childbirth is indeed very difficult for women.
Dr. Wan suddenly understood and nodded gently: "So what you're resisting isn't the child, but the risks that Miss Shen might face."
Is there a difference?
Fu Senran sneered, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
"Of course."
"The former is your aversion to the intervention of new life, while the latter... is your fear of losing her."
Dr. Wan adjusted his glasses, his voice remaining calm.
A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock.
Fu Senran's fingers slowly tightened, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.
“You should know my family situation. My mother loves my father very much, even to the point that she will use certain methods, including me, as she has used these methods.”
“My mother had a difficult childbirth when she gave birth to me. My father was attending a conference abroad at the time. Every year on my birthday, she would lift her pajamas to show me the scar from her C-section…”
He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse.
Dr. Wan paused slightly, so this was due to both unhealed childhood trauma and the fear of losing Miss Shen.
Fu Senran's lips curled into a mocking smile, his voice soft yet icy, "So, I won't let her take the risk of giving birth to a child who might be just like me, a madman."
The inheritance of bloodline forced Fu Senran to admit that he and his mother were both insane.
Dr. Wan remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed.
“Mr. Fu, but you cannot make the decision for Miss Shen.”
Fu Senran's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"I can, I've already scheduled my tubal ligation surgery."
He stood up and looked down at Dr. Wan, his voice low and dangerous.
"Have you ever considered what would happen if Miss Shen... for example, you didn't tell Miss Shen that you had already scheduled a tubal ligation, and that Miss Shen still hoped to have children? If Miss Shen found out, could you bear her disappointment in you, or even want to break up with you..."
"Suppose Miss Shen is already pregnant, what would you do?"
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