Summary
For seven generations, the Shen family had produced only one son per generation.
Shen Zhao was frail, and unlikely to father a child.
His father paid a fortune to bring me into the family as his daughter-in-law, all because I possessed a rare gift: blessed fertility.
After the wedding, Shen Zhao’s health improved, and I became pregnant without difficulty.
Delighted, his father promised me a ten percent stake in the company.
But on the night of the celebration, a drunken Shen Zhao kicked me in the stomach.
“You bitch!”
His eyes burned with hatred.
“If you hadn’t pulled that superstitious fraud, Su Ruoheng wouldn’t have married the wrong man and been beaten to death!”
I died in a pool of blood, unable to let go of my rage.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day his father came to ask for my hand on his son’s behalf.
Looking at the composed, distinguished Shen Nanlang before me, I gave a soft laugh.
“Mr. Shen, instead of counting on your sickly son to carry on the family line…
“Why don’t I marry you and give you a few healthy heirs?”