My Boyfriend Is Pregnant with My Egg - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was a strange Monday.

If I hadn’t developed some kind of mental illness, then that was the day my boyfriend was swapped out for someone else.

That morning, what woke me from sleep wasn’t my alarm, but the aroma of fried eggs.

I walked out of my room yawning and found sunny-side-up eggs on the table, their edges golden brown, their whites snowy, the yolks soft and runny.

Beside them were coffee, a few chilled side dishes, and slices of toast crisped to a fragrant crunch.

My boyfriend stood there holding a spatula, wearing nothing but a pink Hello Kitty apron. The large stretch of exposed skin was so pale it practically glowed.

He gave me a beautiful smile brighter than the sun.

“Baby, I made all of this!”

He was almost too beautiful, to the point of no longer seeming human.

But for the first time, I was immune to his looks. Every hair on my body stood on end.

Looking into his eyes, I felt an inexplicable sense of danger.

Chapter 2

Speaking of my boyfriend, he was a scumbag I’d picked up from the trash heap.

If I went more than three days without transferring him money, he would give me attitude.

He liked secretly flirting with girls on his messaging account, and he would drive my luxury car to the entrance of bars to pick up women.

He also had an incurable case of male chauvinism, believing all women should be appendages to men. He even had a sordid history of coaxing a girl who admired him into drinking poison.

He was human garbage. No question.

But so was I.

The reason he became my boyfriend…

Was because I threw him into my basement and locked him up for eight days.

That day, I had gone to a bar looking for fun. I’m sorry, but I had genuinely never seen a face that beautiful before.

I fell in love at first sight and confessed on the spot.

He strung me along and conned eight hundred thousand out of me in three days.

I figured I had given him enough of a taste, so I tossed him into the basement and trained him for seven days and seven nights.

On the eighth day, I had myself a beautiful boyfriend with tears all over his face.

Everything was perfect, except that he was never very well-behaved.

He wanted freedom but no longer dared to leave. He wanted to kill me but didn’t dare lift a hand. It was interesting.

And also… thrilling.

Chapter 3

The reason I was so arrogant was because my hands weren’t exactly clean.

I was a CEO in the arms industry, but my life was still a grind.

As a daughter of the Southeast Xiao Family, I had fought for a slice of the pie in a clan with an extremely severe preference for sons over daughters. The price was offending a great many relatives.

My male cousins, especially, were green with envy. They were stirring up trouble every waking moment, hoping my business would collapse so I would slink home in defeat, marry, have children, and devote the rest of my life to the family.

That meant I could only work myself to the bone. The pressure was immense.

Under that kind of pressure, locking a scumbag at home was already the result of my lofty moral standards. After all, I didn’t go around ruining decent men.

Every time I saw how trashy he was, I felt my brutal actions were bathed in the radiant light of justice.

But starting from that strange Monday, the stench of scumbag vanished from my boyfriend. In its place was the fresh fragrance of a hopeless romantic.

He would follow me with eyes as tender as water, and even the fried eggs he made every morning were shaped like hearts.

He replaced all his loungewear and used his private custom-order privileges to commission an entire wardrobe of matching couples’ pajamas.

He even wanted us to change to matching profile pictures.

I asked, “What about all those girls of yours?”

He looked as if he had only just learned about them, then let out a piercing shriek at the pile of girls on his messaging account.

After that, he cried for an entire afternoon, sobbing and muttering, “I’m dirty.”

He cried so loudly that I had no choice but to comfort him, and then he hugged me and nuzzled against me for a very long time.

He really was like a beetle dazed senseless by pheromones.

I was certain he was no longer the same person as before.

Why swap out my boyfriend and make it this obvious?

I needed to have a talk with him.