Song Yutang's scalp prickled the moment she heard the words "IVF."
Even setting aside the aftereffects, the egg retrieval process alone did considerable damage to the body.
If possible, she should still try to conceive naturally.
So after returning to the bedroom, she went straight into the bathroom to shower.
At this hour, Song Yutang was usually either in the study or busy with something else. Why had she come back so early today?
"?" Somewhat puzzled, Jiang Muyan quietly lifted his eyelids and looked toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door wasn't shut tight, and he happened to see soft clothing slip from Song Yutang's shoulders, revealing a broad expanse of smooth, fair skin.
"Hiss..." Startled, Jiang Muyan hurriedly closed his eyes.
At the same time, a clear inner voice rang out: My safe period is over. Starting today, the grand baby-making plan resumes.
Jiang Muyan's heart abruptly skipped a beat.
...It was over already?
Well, but...
He couldn't resist stealing another glance at that graceful figure in the bathroom, his heart beating faster and faster.
If Song Yutang really wanted it that badly...
He could reluctantly cooperate.
Over this period, Jiang Muyan had come to understand things.
The main reason Song Yutang was so determined to keep the child and ditch the father was that she feared ending up with a scumbag.
But judging by how she treated his family, she genuinely wanted to build a good life.
Jiang Muyan stood straight and had no fear of a crooked shadow.
To cooperate better, he even secretly undid two buttons, exposing as much of his firm chest as possible.
He had been the class sports representative throughout his school years. His physique was no worse than anyone else's.
And when it came to making babies, he wouldn't be any worse than anyone else either...
Before he knew it, the sound of running water stopped.
Jiang Muyan hurriedly squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body slightly tense, with a faint trace of anticipation he couldn't quite describe.
He could feel Song Yutang walk to the bedside, lift the covers, and undo his buttons.
Yet halfway through taking off his clothes, she suddenly stopped:
Weird. Why don't I feel anything at all?
Seeing Jiang Muyan's body used to make my heart race.
After thinking carefully for quite a while, Song Yutang roughly worked out the reason: Maybe I'm just too familiar with him. I've been giving him full-body care every day, including maintenance on the important bits. Touching him now is like touching myself. There's no novelty or excitement at all.
Jiang Muyan: "???"
They'd been married less than a month, and she already felt nothing?
Was his appeal really that poor?
Song Yutang was troubled too.
She sat by the bed pondering for a long time before finally taking out her phone.
Jiang Muyan jolted, his body tensing even further.
Was she going to watch those Wakoku movies again?
After watching them for a whole day and night last time, just hearing those sounds made him want to throw up.
Instead, Song Yutang opened a short-video platform and searched directly: What should I do if I feel nothing for my husband?
Countless videos instantly popped up on the screen: scenes of popular young actors taking off their clothes while filming, moments when boy band members lifted their shirts at concerts, fitness influencers showing off their training results...
Song Yutang's eyes instantly lit up: This one's nice... wow, such a defined eight-pack... that waistline is absolutely incredible...
Jiang Muyan stole a glance and nearly died of anger on the spot.
Who on earth designed this search function?
Why did searching for feeling nothing for your husband bring up other men fanning their tails like peacocks?
Thoroughly engrossed, Song Yutang happened to scroll onto a recommended livestream.
The cover showed a group of handsome men with sharply defined muscles, and the title read, "Starlight college boys' hot dance livestream. Sisters, come quick."
She hesitated, but tapped into it anyway.
In the livestream, six young men in tight black tank tops were dancing, sweat trailing down their necks and their abs flickering in and out of view as they moved.
Song Yutang jumped, instinctively tossing her phone aside and covering her eyes: This is simply... too... too scandalous... morals really are declining by the day. Who on earth enjoys watching such indecent things?
Jiang Muyan was just about to feel reassured.
Then he saw her secretly spread her fingers, unable to stop her eyes from drifting toward the phone screen.
She then hesitantly picked up her phone, revealing a furtive, thief-like grin: I'm a woman who upholds the three obediences and four virtues. I swear I'll never share the same sky with gambling and drugs.
Jiang Muyan: "???"
Three obediences and four virtues, and she was watching this stuff right in front of her husband?
And wasn't there something missing from that list?
Song Yutang had no attention to spare for him, growing more engrossed the longer she watched.
Unfortunately, the dance ended, leaving her wanting more.
The host's voice sounded at just the right moment. "My fairy sisters, who would you like to see dance next? One big rocket gets you a solo dance, and three rockets unlock a special group dance~"
Song Yutang's eyes lit up. After fumbling around the gift interface for quite a while, she finally sent a big rocket.
The host's warm voice soon rang out. "Thank you to our sister Tangtang Loves Sweets for the rocket! Which boy do you like, sis?"
Song Yutang didn't actually have any particular favorite.
She picked one at random.
The young man immediately walked to the center of the frame.
The music switched to sultry jazz. He swayed his waist to the rhythm, his fingers slowly traveling up from his abs and lifting the hem of his tank top, sweat glistening under the lights.
Song Yutang stared, transfixed: I can enjoy this kind of service for just 999... this world really is wonderful.
In her previous life, she had possessed mountains of gold and silver in the Eastern Palace, yet every night she could only read and practice calligraphy, enduring loneliness until dawn.
If the Jing Dynasty had openly offered this kind of service too, why would she have needed to adopt someone else's child?
She could simply have picked a man she liked the look of, kept the child, and ditched the father.
She truly envied the sisters of this era.
Jiang Muyan secretly opened his eyes from time to time, so angry his teeth itched.
She earned three thousand a month killing fish at Runfa Supermarket, yet she certainly tipped generously.
Wait-
With that tiny monthly salary, Song Yutang definitely had no savings.
So she was spending his money to tip a boy band?
Jiang Muyan: (•́へ•́╬)
Having spent ten lonely years deep in the palace, Song Yutang was encountering the dazzling world of pleasure for the first time and soon became absorbed in it.
After watching each of their solo dances, she wanted to watch another group dance.
As the young men danced their hearts out on-screen, Jiang Muyan was so angry he could barely keep up his act.
What infuriated him even more was that after the livestream ended, Song Yutang received several private messages:
"Sister Tangtang, I'm Xingchen. Could we add each other on WeChat? I'd like to thank you personally~"
"Good evening, sis. I'm Xuanxuan. You spent so much today, and I'd like to send you a little gift~"
"Come visit often, sis. I'll save you an exclusive spot next time..."
Song Yutang had seen something like this before.
Among the imperial princesses, some patronized actors, some kept talented scholars, and others doted exclusively on painters or zither players.
The men around them were all charming, handsome, and accomplished in many arts.
Princess Jiayi had once kicked up such a fuss over her prince consort's affair with his younger female cousin that she threatened to throw herself into a lake. But after adding seven or eight talented scholars to her side, she had never given her prince consort another proper look.
Song Yutang had envied them in her heart; she had simply never had the opportunity.
How about...
Keeping a few and giving it a try?