Chapter 414

The doctor adjusted his glasses with professional detachment. "This condition does have medical precedent. If you're concerned, I recommend bringing your husband in for a full examination. Preconception checkups are crucial."

Nanchu's fingers tightened around the test results.

Noticing her tension, the doctor added gently, "But there's no need to panic. Conception depends on fate—let nature take its course."

"Thank you, Doctor."

......

Junhe Law Firm.

Lu Zhilü leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples after wrapping up a high-stakes client meeting.

His phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen—and his expression darkened instantly.

Bohan: Heard your sperm quality's subpar?

Lu Zhilü: ?????? Who told you that??????

The question marks practically vibrated off the screen.

Bohan: Don't get defensive. Modern medicine can work wonders with proper treatment.

Lu Zhilü stabbed the call button.

"Who started this rumor? I'll sue them into oblivion!"

Bohan held the phone away from his ear. "Such vehemence. Could there be truth to it?"

"Bullshit! I'm prime donor material!"

"Words mean nothing. Show me the lab reports."

"...Are you even human, Bohan?"

"Weren't you the one threatening to cut ties?"

Lu Zhilü ground his teeth. "Before we do, hand over the slanderer!"

"Your wife mentioned it to mine."

"What?!"

The phone nearly cracked in his grip.

Nanchu was telling people he was infertile?

Bohan warned, "Don't reveal your source."

"Tell Qiaoyu to keep her mouth shut! If this leaks, she's getting sued too!"

"Relax. She's not as chatty as your wife."

The call ended. Lu Zhilü's fist slammed onto the desk.

He immediately pulled up the hospital appointment system.

The andrology department had afternoon slots available.

A black Cullinan roared out of the garage.

Nanchu had just hailed a taxi back to the magazine office when her phone rang.

Caller ID: Bastard Lu.

"Where are you?"

"At work. Why?"

A weighted pause.

"Be home tonight. On time."

"I'm always punctual."

"We need to talk."

"Can't we discuss it now?"

"Tonight."

The line went dead. Nanchu stared at her phone, baffled.

Lu Zhilü glared at the confirmed appointment notification, jaw clenched.

Time to settle this infertility rumor once and for all.