Chapter 1: She Has a Curvy Figure, Perfect for Bearing Sons
"Ms. Mu, your mother’s surgery is still 500,000 yuan short. I hope you can gather the funds as soon as possible—if we delay any longer, even a miracle won’t save her."
Mu Tiantian walked down the street, replaying the doctor’s words in her mind. A heavy stone seemed to press down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The streetlamp stretched her lonely shadow long. She looked up at the sky, grief welling up in her heart.
Why was fate so cruel to her and her mother? After her mother divorced her cheating father, she’d raised Tiantian alone through countless hardships. Just when Tiantian had finally grown up, her mother was diagnosed with cancer.
Thankfully, it wasn’t terminal—there was still hope. But the 600,000 yuan surgery fee was an astronomical sum for a fresh graduate who’d only worked for six months. With her 4,000-yuan-a-month clerical salary, all the online loans she could get amounted to just 30,000 yuan. Adding in her years of scrimping, her salary, and her mother’s savings, she’d barely scraped together 100,000 yuan.
She was still 500,000 yuan short.
Her deadbeat father had made a fortune from a demolition in recent years—he could easily lend her the money, but he refused. She’d swallowed her pride to ask, only for him to sneer, “Your mother and I are divorced. Why should I help her?”
Her father’s second wife—the mistress who’d stolen him away—chimed in sarcastically, “I’d rather give the money to beggars than to her.”
Tiantian had slapped the woman hard across the face. The “vixen” had thrown herself into her father’s arms, fake-sobbing, and he’d slapped Tiantian in return. Her ear rang from the blow. She’d stared at her father’s cold, ruthless face, burning his image into her memory.
Once, her mother had loved him deeply. Now, he’d abandoned her in her hour of need. None of her father’s relatives were any better—she knew asking them for help was useless. She and her mother had few friends, and times were hard; everyone was struggling to make ends meet, so no one could spare the money.
She stared at the distant city lights, lost in despair. In this glitzy, bustling metropolis, she was nothing more than a speck of dust—insignificant and invisible. She hated the unfairness of it all: why couldn’t she be the one born into wealth?
How could she raise 500,000 yuan overnight? Only if a rich tycoon took an interest in her. But this wasn’t a romance drama. She had no way to meet any wealthy men. Robbing a bank was too risky, and working as a hostess or prostitute wouldn’t earn her enough in time.
In her desperation, she spotted a small sticker ad on a streetlamp. The bold words “High-Price Surrogate” caught her eye. She read it carefully:
“This is Fu Junsheng, 50 years old. Once a DINK, now I’m lonely after my wife’s death in a car accident. I don’t want to remarry, but I wish to have a son. Seeking a beautiful young woman to bear me a child, with a minimum reward of 500,000 yuan. Interested parties, please contact 133xxxx……”
When Tiantian saw “minimum reward of 500,000 yuan,” her hands trembled with excitement. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number immediately. The man was 27 years older than her, but she’d endure anything to save her mother.
Overwhelmed by emotion and blinded by the streetlamp’s glare, she’d misread the last digit—dialing an 8 instead of a 6. She hit call without double-checking.
The call went through!
On the other end, Fu Zhengting, CEO of Fu Group, was at a private club drinking with business associates. His phone, left on the bar, rang for a while before he noticed it. He picked it up, frowning at the unknown number—this was his private line, known only to a few close friends.
Curious, he stepped outside to answer. “Hello……”
A soft, sweet voice came through the line: “Mr. Fu, I’m calling about the ‘high-price surrogate’ ad I saw on a streetlamp sticker……”
Fu Zhengting’s lips twitched into a smile, as if he’d just heard a joke. A sticker ad? High-price surrogate? What an interesting pickup line. Women had tried to get his attention by “dialing the wrong number” before, but this was a first.
The alcohol had left him feeling a little empty and bored. He loosened his tie with one hand and chuckled. “So?”
Tiantian’s heart raced with excitement. “I want to try!”
Fu Zhengting had almost hung up, but her eagerness piqued his curiosity. “What did the sticker say?”
Tiantian hadn’t wandered far. She walked back to the streetlamp and recited every word of the ad, then added, “Mr. Fu, I won’t let you down. I’m 23, and I’ve never dated…… I’m still a virgin……”
Her face flushed—not from shyness, but from shame. She’d never been interested in love or marriage, thanks to her father. She’d planned to stay single and live with her mother forever. But now, she was selling herself like a commodity to a 50-year-old man.
The thought of sleeping with someone twice her age made her feel sick. But if it could save her mother, she’d sacrifice anything—even her innocence.
Strangely, the man’s voice was deep and magnetic, nothing like a 50-year-old’s. When he didn’t respond, she glanced at her phone to check if the call had dropped. Desperate, she blurted out, “I have a big chest and a big butt! The village ladies always said a big butt means I’m fertile—they said my body was made to have sons!”
She had a classic pear-shaped figure: her upper body looked like it belonged to a 90-pound girl, but her hips were curvy like a Western model’s. At 98 pounds and 1.6 meters tall, her lower half made her look like 120 pounds. She’d always been self-conscious about it—village women had teased her relentlessly, saying she’d bear a dozen children someday.
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d use this as a selling point.
The line fell silent. Tiantian stared at her phone, panicking—would he agree or reject her?
Fu Zhengting’s deep eyes crinkled with amusement. His curiosity was thoroughly aroused.
He wanted to see for himself if her claims about her curvy figure were true!
“Where are you?”
