A quiet room, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Mu Yuqing lay alone on the cold operating table, wearing a thin hospital gown. It ripped open, marking the transition from life to death, and she waited for the doctor to deliver the man she loved into her arms.

She has asked me many times, "Is this worth doing?"

For that man, surrogacy.

For that man, I've become a completely different person.

The answer has always been, it's worth it. For him, anything is worth it...

I don't know how long it had been, but finally the doctor's voice came through.

The child has already advanced into the uterus, so we can move the patient to the ward.

Upon hearing the doctor's words, Mu Yuqing let out a soft sigh of relief and then closed her eyes wearily....

……

"Ah…" Mu Yuqing cried out in pain, jolting awake.

Staring blankly at the darkness of the room, he hadn't yet figured out what had happened when a cold voice came, "It seems you still need pain to wake up!"

A sudden sound startled Mu Yuqing, who jumped up in alarm and looked around. She realized there was someone standing by her bed.

The room's night light was dim and yellowish, but I recognized him at once. It was Gustavian, the husband who was absent from today's wedding.

Ming Ming, who was absent from the wedding, suddenly appeared in the room. Mu Yuqing was both surprised and dazed.

Gu made a show of calming himself, taking a deep breath before speaking in a calm voice, "You... how are you here?"

Gus looked like he'd heard a particularly funny joke, 'Heh' chuckled softly, then in a cold voice, said each word deliberately and with the utmost disdain, "What are you pretending? Don't you go through all this trouble just to marry me? If it's our wedding day today, shouldn't I be here?"

Mu Yuqing was stunned by his sarcastic words and then hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

Before he could finish his words, Gus Yan interrupted him, "Don't pretend to be a victim, I don't have time to waste on you. Just sign this agreement."

Saying that, Gusyan tossed the stack of paper and pen he was holding onto Mu Yuheng's bedding face.

Papers scattered everywhere, and the first thing that caught my eye was the four words "Premarital Agreement".

The man, Gus Yan, and Fang Mu Yuqing have agreed to marry...

Nine months later, Fang gave birth to a child. The man paid Fang five million...

The woman unconditionally agrees to divorce the man and is forever prohibited from appearing before the man or the children...

Mu Yuqing stared blankly at the agreement before her. Every clause was a fresh wound to her heart.

I knew I wasn't good enough for him, but after carrying his child through surrogacy, I still held onto a fantasy. This fantasy made me resort to threats and manipulation, forcing Gus into marriage.

Unexpectedly, after he agreed to the marriage, he not only skipped the wedding but also threw this agreement at her on their wedding night...

Jian Mu Yuqing remained silent for a long time. Gu Siyan narrowed his eyes impatiently and said, "What? Do you think the money I offered is too little? Then tell me a number. If you're worth it, I can consider changing..."

"Nothing." Mu Yuqing's face was expressionless, but no one noticed the fingers under the quilt, which had turned pale and blue, with nails digging deep into her flesh, a piercing pain.

"Since there isn't, just sign here." Gus Yan's corner of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, his eyes cold as ice.

Under Gu Yanchi's sarcastic gaze, Mu Yuqing's face was as if she had been publicly stripped. She clutched her stomach with her left hand and, with her right, picked up the pen on the bed sheet. On the signature line of the agreement, she wrote three elegant characters - Mu Yuqing.

Gustav glanced coldly, confirmed the signature was correct, shrugged off some dust from his shoulders, picked up his copy of the agreement, and strode away.

Mu Yu watched Gus Yan leave, then slowly lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and closed her eyes, appearing to be sleeping peacefully. But the corners of her eyes were glistening with tears, and her hand clutching the bedding trembled violently...

(Editor in charge：half his age: a novel jennette mccurdy)