My Boyfriend gives me two hundred thousand yuan every month.

Every day, I “strictly observe the virtues of a woman”: I never look at his phone, never ask about his whereabouts. If I happen to bump into him shopping with another girl, I get even more nervous than he does, burying my head and running away as fast as I can, afraid of ruining his good thing.

One day, half a year into our relationship, we were casting a movie from his phone onto the TV when a WeChat message suddenly popped up: “I’m pregnant.”

We exchanged an awkward glance. After a moment’s hesitation, I spoke up:

“How about… I go take care of my sister during her Postpartum Confinement?”