On our wedding night, my bride is violated by the best man. And the best man is my closest friend. In the disheveled wedding room, he collapses on the floor, repeatedly slapping his own face and begging for my forgiveness. He claims he acts foolishly because he is drunk. My beloved bride, disheveled and in tears, begs me not to make a scene. She can't bear the judgmental looks from others. To protect the woman I love, I grit my teeth and swallow the shameful pain, never revealing the incident to anyone. However, after my wife gives birth, I see my best friend appear before her once again. He proudly holds the baby and says, "Look at this chubby boy, he's so much like me!"  My wife looks at him reproachfully and replies, "He's your flesh and blood. Of course he looks like you. Who else would he resemble?"