Genius kid: I'm helping my mom find a husband

At four thirty in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, in the remote wilderness of Queen City's mountains, there stood several tents scattered across the vast lawn, arranged in a picturesque manner, a must-have experience for couples at the resort. "Ah—" Suddenly, a woman's scream shattered the dawn's silence. Cathy abruptly opened her eyes, trembling all over. Who was arguing? Outside, there seemed to be voices arguing, but upon careful listening, they disappeared. Cathy moved slightly, feeling a splitting headache and excruciating pain all over her body, as if she had been crushed. Fulfilled. She thought, she had finally done the most intimate thing with Sam. Last night, Sam had prepared a bonfire party to confess his feelings to her, and her sister Clair had congratulated her and Sam with a pale face. Cathy drank the glass of wine Clair handed her and passed out. Later, she had a dream and initiated intimacy with Sam. The process of transforming from a girl to a woman was extremely painful, almost too intense; he seemed like a beast in that regard. "I don't know—" Clair's voice, full of grievance, suddenly came from outside, "Sam, I really don't know how this happened?" "Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let Cathy hear you." Sam's voice sounded impatient. Cathy felt strange and immediately put on clothes and crawled out of the tent to see what was happening. At the entrance of another tent, Sam stood disheveled, without a shirt, with scratches on his smooth and firm back. Cathy hurried over, "Sam, what are you doing here?" Before she could finish her sentence, Cathy froze in place. Through the gap in the tent, she saw Clair naked, with traces on her body that Cathy knew unmistakably were the marks left by intimate contact between a man and a woman. Cathy's heart tightened suddenly, a sense of foreboding washing over her. "Cathy." Sam couldn't stay silent, he explained anxiously, "I had too much to drink, I thought it was you, and then..." Like a bolt from the blue, Cathy felt her head spin, "So, you two really slept together?" Sam's ashamed expression said it all. Clair also hurriedly explained, "It's okay, I didn't mean to, I really didn't know it would turn out like this." Cathy was at a loss: they slept together, then who did she sleep with? Fear gripped her heart, and she turned and ran back to the tent, only to discover a stack of bills placed on the edge of the sleeping bag. On the sheets, there were heavy traces of blood, not just the marks of a girl turning into a woman. Oh my god. And there was a bloodstained note in the stack of bills— Miss, if the money is not enough, you can come to the city to find me. There was also a set of phone numbers. The vigorous and bold handwriting suggested a wild and unrestrained man. Cathy clenched the stack of money tightly. Sleep with money, was she seen as a prostitute? Too shameful. When Cathy came out of the tent again, Sam and Clair were both waiting for her. Clair stepped forward and grabbed her hand apologetically, "It's okay, I'm sorry, Cathy, I really didn't expect this." Cathy stood still, dazed. Clair's gaze suddenly fell on Cathy's neck, noticing the marks there. She exclaimed in shock, "Oh my goodness, these marks on your neck..." Cathy froze, her dark, shiny eyes meeting her sister's startled ones. Sam rushed to her, staring at her neck with wide eyes, as if confirming something. The next moment, Sam excitedly grabbed her shoulders, "Tell me, who were you with last night? What happened?" Cathy wanted to say: I thought that man was you. But now, would an explanation even matter? She chose to remain silent. Seeing her silence, Sam couldn't help but growl lowly, "Tell me, who was it?" "Does it even matter who it was?" Cathy spoke indifferently, "Sam, we can't go back now. You and my sister, forget it, I'll bless you both." Fifty days later. Hospital ultrasound room. Cathy lay on the examination bed in the ultrasound room, her abdomen being probed by the ultrasound technician. She hadn't had her period for a month, feeling nauseous, weak all over, sleepy, and frequent urination. These symptoms forced her to come to the hospital. After registering, the doctor asked her to see the gynecologist, and the urine test result was positive. Then she was sent here to check her stomach. While checking, the ultrasound technician muttered to a junior responsible for recording, "Posterior position of the uterus, enlarged, regular shape, clear contours, two pregnancy sacs seen in the uterine cavity, measuring about 2620mm and 2819mm respectively, thick walls of the sacs, dot-like embryonic buds and yolk sacs visible inside the sacs, primitive heartbeats observed." Cathy felt dizzy listening to it, and soon the examination was over. She took the report and went back to the gynecology clinic. After the doctor finished reading it, he said to her, "Congratulations, Cathy, you're pregnant with twins." "What?" Cathy thought she had misheard, only to realize the exact conclusion, which made her completely unable to face herself. She was pregnant, with the child of a man she didn't know. Oh my god, twins? Was it too easy? Cathy took the test report back home in a daze. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw Clair happily looking at clothes. Hearing the sound, Clair subconsciously looked up and saw it was Cathy. In an instant, Clair's face froze, "Oh, you're back?" Since that day, her sister had been very awkward whenever she saw her. Clair had been very happy, but when she saw Cathy, her expression stiffened. Cathy saw the clothes she was holding, it was a wedding dress. A pure white wedding dress, a unique design from France across the ocean, one of a kind. Cathy's heart ached, she took a deep breath, smiled at Clair, and said, "Sis, I'm back. The wedding dress looks beautiful." Clair stiffened for a moment, her expression a little rigid. She pulled her lips and said to Cathy, "It's all my fault, I didn't expect this to happen." "It's okay, sis." Cathy shook her head, "Your wedding, Sam is my brother-in-law, or our son-in-law." Only she knew how painful and conflicted she felt saying this. After all, her boyfriend of several years had become her brother-in-law in the blink of an eye, and she had inexplicably lost her virginity, pregnant with twins and not knowing who the father was. "It's okay, sister, I'll always feel guilty about you." Clair held her hand tightly. Cathy shook her head. "Sis, it's okay, actually, I don't like Sam that much. Don't worry." Clair pulled her lips and didn't say anything more. "You're busy, I'll go upstairs." Cathy went upstairs. She needed to find that piece of paper, to find that man. She couldn't possibly be carrying a child in her belly and not know who the person was, right? When she reached upstairs, as soon as she entered, she noticed her room had been tidied up, looking neatly arranged. The blood-stained piece of paper she was looking for was also nowhere to be found. Cathy hurried downstairs, standing at the corner of the staircase, she asked Clair below, "Sis, where's that blood-stained piece of paper of mine?" "Oh, that dirty piece of paper? I threw it away while cleaning today, it was too dirty," Clair said. "You threw it away?" Cathy was stunned. "Uh, sorry," Clair's face was once again filled with apologies. "Did I do something wrong?" Cathy looked at her, feeling helpless. She came downstairs and walked outside. "Where are you going?" Clair asked. "To the downtown area," Cathy replied. Clair hesitated for a moment, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes. "Okay." In the blink of an eye, Cathy's figure disappeared.