Glancing at the time, she realized that she was set to depart for Boston in three days.

She was extremely hungry, but had no desire to eat anything. Drinking a bit of hot tea only seemed to amplify the emptiness in her stomach. She sat numbly for a while before opening her laptop. As soon as she went online to search, her mood plummeted. In the forums, countless women who had been trying to conceive for a long time were expressing their desperation. They were praying, lamenting, discussing divorce, and sharing their complete despair for the future. She was shocked to discover so many people experiencing the same plight.

The forum was filled with all sorts of peculiar individuals. Some women experiencing long-term infertility blamed everyone and everything. Others, finally pregnant, would post pictures of their bellies, asking people to help determine the child’s gender. If they found out through an ultrasound that it was a girl, they’d throw a fit and demand a second child. Even more outrageous were the mothers of sons who shamelessly posted nude photos of their boys, bragging, "Are you jealous? My son is really handsome..."

The strangest thing of all was a woman who complained that her mother-in-law always held her grandson. She felt this wasn’t good and hoped her mother-in-law would stop.

But a large number of people posting in response said this was completely normal, claiming an elder kissing their grandchild was merely a display of affection. They even accused her of having dirty thoughts.

They even went so far as to describe a grandmother kissing her grandson on a sunny afternoon as a scene of harmonious family joy.

She was sweating profusely. Isn’t this clearly sexual harassment? If this were abroad, it would be considered child abuse. Don’t they realize this could cause psychological and physical harm to the child? It was laughable that so many people actually thought this was acceptable. Women often exhibit stronger son-preference than men do. When they have a son, no amount of doting is ever too much.

Yan Xixi buried her face in her hands, feeling increasingly bored.

The sound of the door opening startled her, so she quickly closed the webpage.

Wan Donglin came in with a grin. "Silly girl, why are you so flustered?"

His gaze fell on the hand that had swiftly closed the webpage, his suspicion aroused. "Were you looking at porn behind my back?"

"..."

"Hey, it’s all good if you want to look at porn... don’t worry, I won’t make fun of you... Just remember to save any good quality pictures. Looking at them extensively is beneficial for developing, you know, potential..."

She was completely speechless.

He pulled her up. "Silly girl, you haven’t eaten all day, aren’t you hungry?"

She muttered grumpily, "Starving."

"What would you like to eat?"

"I feel like having fish slice porridge. Ugh, but I don’t want to go out. I feel so weak..."

As she was about to lie down on her bed, he suddenly pulled her back. "Let’s eat."

"Where can we find any food?"

When they entered the dining room, she was stunned. The table was laden with light congee and side dishes. Amazingly, there were two types of porridge: fish slice porridge and shredded chicken porridge.

She widened her eyes. "I didn’t see anything when I came out earlier. Where did all this come from?"

He replied mysteriously, "I conjured it."

She retorted impatiently, "Where did it really come from? I refuse to believe you can do magic."

"I conjured it while you were engrossed looking at porn in your room."

What a liar!

He finally chuckled. "I had it prepared in advance and kept it in the fridge. You just need to reheat it. The pastry was on a timer and has just come fresh out of the oven."

She didn’t bother to stand on ceremony, reaching for a bowl of fish slice porridge and started eating.