There was a bag of moldy rice inside, as well as male contraceptive pills.

I trembled slightly, tears overflowed from my eyes.

All the medicine and injections I took over the past year were almost gone now, shattered by the male contraceptive pills.

Sun Cheng never thought of having a child with me.

All his words were lies, wanting to control me at home, wanting to gradually make me lose my independent personality.

Footsteps approached, Sun Cheng saw my slightly red nose and eyes as I sat on the chair, looking somewhat surprised: "Darling, what's wrong? You can go home after work."

His gaze fell on the locked drawer, and mine fell into his deeply affectionate eyes: "Yes...go home. Where can I call home without you?"

Sun Cheng hugged me: "Let's do in vitro fertilization."

I wept: "Okay."

Every morning after that, I would make Sun Cheng a cup of coffee and put some ground rice and sterilized drug inside.

The in vitro fertilization plan was also underway. After taking some medication for ovarian stimulation, I lay on the operating table in a private hospital, where the doctor was still Sun Cheng's friend.

The anesthesia seeped into my body, and I slowly closed my eyes.

A long needle pierced into my abdomen, and with intense hatred, I clenched my teeth, not letting out any sound.

Before this, I had taken anti-anesthesia drugs and secretly brought a recording device.

I heard the assistant's voice in my ear: "It's out. Take it and freeze it."

Sun Cheng's friend said: "No need, just discard it."

After finishing dealing with my wound, he left the operating room with the assistant.

Struggling with the pain in my body, I stood up, took photos of the medical environment and the trash can, and saved the recording.

Calculating the time for the anesthesia to wear off, Sun Cheng appeared in front of me, his face full of excitement: "Darling, you're awake. We'll have our own child soon."

Such great acting, I looked at Sun Cheng's happy face: "Yes, very soon."

Not long after, Sun Cheng's friend's hospital was anonymously reported, and he was taken away for investigation. Holding the message on my phone, I asked Sun Cheng in amazement: "Turns out his hospital was fake, we paid 100,000 for IVF treatment, not to mention the 100,000 we spent on fertility preparation. Should we report it to the police and get it back?"

Sun Cheng sighed: "I know his wife, and they have a newborn baby. I'll see if I can settle it privately first."

I wrapped my arms around Sun Cheng's neck, leaning on his shoulder: "Sure, darling, don't forget the 300,000 from your internship before."