Let's enjoy ourselves while we can.

Song Rou let out a cold laugh, her heart filled with bitterness:

"Have you ever considered what kind of life I’ve been living all these years?"

"All my friends and classmates have started having children, one after another. But what about me? You know how much I adore kids, but can you even give me one?"

The woman’s eyes were red as she confronted Zhang Tianrui.

Every time her friends flaunted their adorable daughters in front of her, Song Rou couldn’t help but feel envious.

Yet she had no choice but to pretend she didn’t like children. How unfair was that?

Zhang Tianrui gazed at his wife’s youthful, beautiful face, his own emotions stirring.

He did feel a twinge of guilt.

But he had already seen a doctor, who told him it wasn’t a physical issue—it was psychological.

Zhang Tianrui didn’t understand what psychological problem he could have. It had been this way for as long as he could remember.

He had no childhood trauma, no past wounds. So why?

As a man, he suffered too, but some things simply couldn’t be fixed by sheer effort.

No matter how hard he tried, nothing worked. No reaction meant no reaction.

Song Rou sighed wearily, lowering her eyes. "Tianrui, you always ask me to be understanding. Fine, I’ve been understanding. But who’s going to understand me? Your father has been longing for a grandson—why don’t you just get me pregnant already?"

Zhang Tianrui pressed his lips together. "So what are you suggesting? With Zhou Yi...?"

His face flushed red as he trailed off, his usual composed demeanor crumbling.

"I’m not planning to use him to have a child."

"Then you just want him for his body? Are you that desperate?"

Song Rou adjusted his tie expressionlessly, smoothing a crease on his suit.

"Zhang Tianrui, I could divorce you. I’ve endured this for years, and I’ve had enough."

For the sake of her pride, her family’s reputation, and even Zhang Tianrui’s dignity, she had tolerated this for far too long.

She had considered everyone’s feelings—except her own happiness.

Zhang Tianrui grabbed her wrist, gritting his teeth. "Don’t even think about divorce. I won’t let you go."

Song Rou shook him off coldly. "Then if you’re going to keep me like this for the rest of my life, I’d rather die. I can’t be a real woman, nor a mother. This isn’t the life I want."

Zhang Tianrui was left speechless.

As a wife, Song Rou was perfect. They were a well-matched pair, a marriage that should have been blessed by fate.

But heaven had played a cruel joke on him, giving him this useless body.

Failing to satisfy his wife—that was his greatest shame as a husband.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine, pretend I know nothing. But let me tell you, even if you wanted to, Zhou Yi might not be willing. He’s not like your playboy brother, jumping at every woman’s beck and call."

Song Rou said nothing, simply leading him outside. Once downstairs, they resumed their façade as the perfect couple.

With practiced grace, Song Rou saw Zhang Tianrui off at the door.

Now, the spacious villa was empty except for Zhou Yi and Song Rou—the maid had been sent away.

Zhou Yi sat on the sofa while Song Rou stood by the entrance, smiling. "Xiao Yi, wait for me downstairs, alright? I’ll change, and then we can head out."

Zhou Yi returned a faint smile. "Of course, sister-in-law. Take your time."

Song Rou gave a small, pleased smile before heading upstairs to change.

She rummaged through her wardrobe before settling on a white off-shoulder sweater, letting her hair cascade freely—soft and alluring.

After a quick touch-up at the vanity—eyebrows penciled, lips glossed, perfume spritzed—she descended the stairs.

As she approached, Zhou Yi noticed something different in her gaze.

He had sensed it before, but with Zhang Tianrui present, he hadn’t dwelled on it.

As a seasoned charmer, he knew exactly what that look meant.

Song Rou was clearly interested in him.

Bold, really. She had even acted that way in front of Zhang Tianrui—and he hadn’t reacted.

Zhou Yi wondered: were they already in an open marriage?

Normally, he wouldn’t refuse a beauty like her.

But this was Zhang Tianrui’s wife. He had to tread carefully.

Zhou Yi pretended not to notice her lingering glances.

Once outside, Song Rou drove a luxury car from the garage.

Slipping on sunglasses, she waved at Zhou Yi. "Come on, A Yi, hop in!"

Zhou Yi took the passenger seat as Song Rou steered the car, her voice sweet and light. "You’ve been to City A before, right?"

"Yeah, came for a competition once."

"I saw it in the news! You were amazing. I kept thinking—if only I’d met you sooner. My brother’s around your age, but all he does is fool around. I was hoping you could be a good influence on him."

"Your brother must be talented too. At our age, it’s normal for guys to enjoy having fun."

"But you don’t seem the type. Or do you have a wild side you’re hiding?"

She teased him with a playful raise of her brows.

Zhou Yi chuckled, lowering his gaze. "I had a tough upbringing. Now, I’m past that naïve, reckless phase."

"Ever had a girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you break up? How could any girl let go of someone like you? If it were me, I’d cherish you to death."

Her voice was sugary, almost girlish—uncharacteristic for a woman in her late twenties.

Zhou Yi brushed off the topic, unwilling to delve deeper with Song Rou.

Their conversation flowed smoothly until they arrived at City A’s most upscale mall.

As the eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Rou had lived lavishly even before marrying Zhang Tianrui.

"Let me buy you some clothes, A Yi. It’s your first time visiting us, and I haven’t gotten you anything. Pick whatever you like—it’s on me."

"No need, sister-in-law. You’re too kind. I brought my own clothes."

"Oh, nonsense! You’re meeting that grandfather in a couple of days. New clothes would be perfect. Who knows? If you cure him, I might need to cling to your coattails later."

Her laughter was honeyed, her eyes sparkling as she flirted—yet it never felt overbearing.

Insistent, Song Rou finally convinced Zhou Yi to accept.

Inside a menswear boutique, she handed him a casual outfit. "Here, try this on."

Zhou Yi obliged, changing into whatever she picked. Her gaze grew brighter with each outfit.

So handsome. Such a great physique.

And when her eyes accidentally drifted lower—her ears tinged pink.

[Song Rou]