Watching Fu Wenxuan walk into the pharmacy to get checked out, Song Yasi’s face immediately turned grim.
In her current state, anyone could tell something was definitely up with her.
But the viewers in the live stream were extremely curious.
“Why isn’t she running away? Once the test results come out, isn’t it all over for her?”
“Run where? She gave birth to those kids, Fu Wenxuan is her husband, and her name’s probably on the property deed too. Where exactly could she possibly run to?”
“Why do I get the feeling her expression seems really off? It’s giving me a weird vibe.”
“I used to see that kind of look all the time at the temple. A lot of people get that expression after suffering major setbacks or blows in life. They seem like they don’t care on the outside, but on the inside, they’re already trying to comfort themselves.”
The reason people feel the need to believe in something is because life is just too hard.
Without a spiritual anchor, a person can easily fall apart in an instant.
Right now, Song Yasi was in exactly that state.
Everything had been going pretty well before, with everything under her control.
Who would have thought that bringing her youngest daughter in for a cold and fever would end up exposing a secret she’d hidden for so many years?
How could she not be anxious?
Fifteen minutes later, Fu Wenxuan and Qin Jiang walked out of the consultation room.
Qin Jiang first marked the key data on the test report, then gave his diagnosis.
“Based on the test results, we can determine that you have hereditary azoospermia.”
“That means from the moment you were born, you’ve lacked the ability to produce sperm. So without professional medical treatment, it’s impossible for you to get a woman pregnant, let alone have children.”
Qin Jiang stopped there and pulled out another report.
“This is the paternity test report between you and your daughter. According to the results, you are not her biological father.”
Fu Wenxuan held the two reports in his trembling hands.
“For ten years of marriage, I worked overtime at the company every single day. When I was hungry, I ate steamed buns. When I was thirsty, I drank plain water.”
“I did that because I thought every penny I saved was another penny you and the kids could use.”
“When the company had its big year-end layoffs, just to keep my job, I privately took my supervisor out to dinner several times, sucking up to him like a pathetic little lapdog.”
“What was all that for?”
Fu Wenxuan’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared furiously at Song Yasi.
“Tell me! How could you do this to me?!”
Even the viewers in the live stream were sighing at this.
“This guy is seriously tragic. He worked like a dog for ten years, only to find out his wife cheated and none of the four kids are his.”
“Just hearing about it makes me feel sick. Ten years of eating steamed buns and drinking plain water? How is that even humanly possible?”
“Wait, I don’t really get it. Why did he have to eat steamed buns and drink water? Couldn’t he just eat normal meals? How much money could he even save that way?”
“Reply to the person above—you’ve never been poor, have you? If you eat nothing but steamed buns or plain noodles you cook yourself for three meals a day, your daily food expenses won’t exceed ten yuan. If you’re really extreme about it, you can even keep it under five yuan.”
“That adds up to about 150 to 300 yuan a month in food costs.”
“But if you order takeout or eat rice bowls, average about thirteen yuan per meal for three meals a day, that’s thirty-nine yuan a day, nearly a thousand yuan a month.”
“How much is your monthly salary? After taxes, you’re already down a thousand just on food. So tell me, how much money do you think eating steamed buns saves?”
Only someone who’s truly been poor understands that so-called frugality means being harsh on yourself, cutting costs in every corner of your life.
No taxis, no late-night snacks, no hangouts, no in-app purchases.
Eliminating every bit of waste, all just to save money for formula and diapers.
That kind of hardship is something only parents truly understand.
He’d always thought all four kids were his, and it didn’t matter if he suffered a little—as long as Song Yasi and the children were doing well, he was content.
But now, life had slapped him hard across the face.
Fu Wenxuan felt the strength that had been holding him up inside vanish in an instant.
Seeing that the truth was already out, Song Yasi decided to just throw caution to the wind.
She crossed her arms and stuck out her chin defiantly. “That’s right, none of the four kids are yours. What’s the problem?”
“Is blood really that important?”
“The doctor already said it’s not my fault—you’re the one with the problem. Even if you found another woman, you still couldn’t have kids.”
“Other people who can’t have children end up adopting, don’t they?”
“These four kids have called you ‘Dad’ for all these years. Why can’t you just treat them like adopted children? What’s the difference?”
Hearing Song Yasi talk like this, viewers couldn’t hold back and started cursing her out.
“How can this woman be so shameless?! She actually has the nerve to say something like that?”
“Can you seriously compare adopted kids to kids from a lover? The poor guy slaved away for ten years only to end up supporting another man’s wife and children?”
“Do people like this actually exist in real life? My worldview is shattered—how is this even possible!”
Fu Wenxuan was absolutely livid at Song Yasi’s words.
Years of staying up late and working overtime had already taken a serious toll on his health.
Now, with this added shock, he clutched his chest and sat in the chair, gasping for air.
Song Yasi looked at Fu Wenxuan with pure disgust.
“Look at you, you pathetic waste. Tell me, what can you even do?”
“Truth is, I haven’t had any feelings for you for a long time. The only reason I stayed in this marriage was for the children’s sake.”
“Now that you know everything, let’s just get a divorce and part ways amicably.”
“The kids stay with me. You just need to pay us ten thousand yuan a month in child support.”
“Four kids, two thousand five hundred each per month—that’s not unreasonable, is it?”
“As for the house, it’s in my name. I won’t be unfair to you—we split it fifty-fifty. Just give me a million yuan.”
Song Yasi’s words once again shattered viewers’ perceptions of her.
“Wait, isn’t she the one who cheated? How dare she make all these demands so confidently?!”
“Can any law-savvy people explain—would the court actually support these requests?”
“They would. First, based on past cases, custody usually goes to the mother. Second, regardless of whether the kids are biologically Fu Wenxuan’s, they’ve already formed a de facto father-child relationship, so he has a legal obligation to support them—unless they can track down the biological father.”
“I’m gonna throw up. So if they can’t find the real father, Fu Wenxuan has to keep being the sucker forever? That’s absurd!”
