Cheng Su lay in bed, pondering carefully about her unexpected pregnancy.
She wasn’t a stickler for rules and understood a saying, that in this world no absolutes exist. Putting all else aside and just talking about contraception, it’s not as if using birth control implies absolute safety from pregnancy.
In her past life, she had heard about someone who got pregnant despite having an IUD inserted or being sterilized; of course, technology advanced in later times and humanity’s compassion grew, so sterilization was not final and could be reversed if someone wanted to have children again.
But I digress, even with an IUD or sterilization, pregnancies could still unexpectedly happen, so using a condom wasn’t a guarantee of 100% safety either—there could be leaks.
But was that probability large?
Cheng Su closed her eyes and calculated the time of the child’s conception—it had only been a month or so, around February. They never finished outside, always used condoms; had they really leaked or broken?
Was the quality of these condoms truly that poor, or were they too loving?
No, something was off.
Cheng Su’s heart was in turmoil. She took a deep breath and pondered closely.
What came to her mind was her mother-in-law’s guilty, evasive eyes. Why was she feeling guilty, and what were Chunhua and she discussing at the time?
That’s right, they were talking about the safety of condoms.
Why would a woman who had reached the age of understanding the divine mandate be so sensitive and guilty about this topic?
Cheng Su chuckled to herself.
This time, when her mother-in-law just arrived after the miscarriage, although she did blame her for not knowing about the pregnancy, she wasn’t overly persistent in talking about it. Why was that? She had been longing for a grandson for so long; logically, this shouldn’t have been her reaction—she should’ve been very angry!
Something was wrong with her mother-in-law!
Cheng Su opened her eyes, her memories retreating as fast as a movie’s rewind until it came to a sudden stop.
Her expression changed slightly, and she suddenly rolled out of bed, rushing to the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and rummaged through it.
At last, from a pile of assorted items, she found that box of condoms, shook it, and found it almost empty, with just one condom left dangling inside.
Cheng Su’s hands trembled as she opened the box and tipped it over; the lone condom fell out.
She picked it up and felt it, her entire body breaking out in goosebumps, her heart thumping wildly.
The condom, which should’ve been smooth, felt rough, not smooth at all. She held it up to the light and saw, almost imperceptible, that the plastic was punctured as if by a sharp object and was rough to the touch.
Feeling the raised, prickly surface of the packaging, Cheng Su felt her heart drop into an icy crevice, waves of cold washing over her.
Was this a quality issue?
Not giving up, Cheng Su glanced at the needle stuck in the mosquito net, pulled it out, and, with shaking hands, pricked the condom. The resulting rough bursts were nearly identical.
Tears suddenly streamed from Cheng Su’s eyes, falling like pearls off a broken string.
It hadn’t been an accidental pregnancy, not an issue with the quality of condoms, but rather these condoms had been tampered with. That was why she became pregnant!
No wonder.
No wonder her bag looked rummaged through during the New Year’s events, no wonder she came out of their room.
No wonder she called Qi Taiguo to ask if there was anything uncomfortable with her.
No wonder she was dodging around, unable to meet Cheng Su’s gaze.
No wonder she was feeling guilty!
So it was, so it turns out that her unexpected pregnancy was all designed and engineered by her own hand!
All because of her—the mother-in-law who longed for a grandson so desperately!