The atmosphere in the living room was heavy.
18-year-old Xiaoyu lowered her head and softly said to her mother: 'Mom... I haven't had my period for two months.'
The cup in Mother's hand almost shattered, and she instantly shouted angrily: 'Which idiot did this to you?! Tell me! Tell me right now!'
Xiao Yu didn't say anything, just silently picked up the phone, dialed a number, said a few brief words, and hung up.
Half an hour later, the sound of an engine came from outside. A brand-new red Ferrari came to a steady stop in front of the house. The door opened, and a mature and extraordinary man stepped out—his suit was impeccably pressed, his blond hair combed to perfection, a famous watch on his wrist, his whole body exuding the composure of a successful man.
He walked into the living room and nodded to Xiao Yu's parents: “Good morning. Your daughter told me she has a problem. But I can't marry her, because I already have a family. However, I will take responsibility.”
He paused, then began laying out the conditions:
"If she gives birth to a girl, I'll give her three shops, two villas, and one million.
If she gives birth to a boy, I'll give her two companies and one million.
If she gives birth to twins, I'll give each of them a factory and five hundred thousand.
If not...'
The father, who had been keeping silent all along, suddenly stood up.
He strode forward, firmly grabbed the man's shoulder, his eyes frighteningly bright, and said solemnly:
“Don’t go.
Just sleep with my daughter for one more night."
The living room instantly fell dead silent.
Mother's expression shifted from anger to astonishment, then to a complex speechlessness. Xiao Yu covered her face, unsure whether to cry or laugh. The Ferrari man was completely frozen, mouth slightly agape, clearly not expecting the negotiation to be interrupted in this way.
Father continued to add, his tone as serious as if discussing business: 'Once might not be accurate enough. Try again—what if it's twins this time? An extra factory is always good.'
The man slowly withdrew his shoulder, straightened his suit, remained silent for several seconds, and finally only managed to squeeze out:
“...I'd better go first.”
He practically fled as he left, and the sound of the Ferrari engine quickly disappeared at the end of the street.
After the door closed, my mother finally exploded: 'Are you crazy?! What are you thinking?!'
Father spread his hands, looking as if it were obvious: 'I'm thinking about the family's future. Didn't you hear? Twins mean two factories directly. A rare opportunity.'
Xiao Yu looked up at her father, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, your logic... I'm speechless."
From that day on, this matter became a taboo joke that absolutely could not be mentioned outside the family. Only in the rare late-night moments, when her parents argued or joked, would her mother suddenly blurt out:
"Sleep another night? Why don't you let him sleep ten more nights and try for octuplets?"
Father would fall silent, then mutter softly: 'I was serious back then...'
And when Xiao Yu later told this experience to her close friends, she always received up to a minute of uproarious laughter. Everyone unanimously commented:
“Your dad is the real business genius. Others think about how to solve trouble; he thinks about how to maximize trouble into profit.”
This absurd morning eventually became the family's most unwillingly mentioned, yet most unforgettable shared memory.
After the Ferrari man fled, no one in the family voluntarily mentioned the incident for three whole days.
Mother was so angry that she smashed two bowls in the kitchen, while Father pretended to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, but occasionally stole glances at his daughter's expression. Xiao Yu locked herself in her room, feeling both embarrassed and devastated, repeatedly recalling Father's serious expression when he said 'sleep one more night.' The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to laugh, yet also felt increasingly powerless.
On the morning of the fourth day, the mother finally couldn't hold back and exploded:
"Then explain it clearly! Saying something like that in front of your daughter—have you lost your mind?"
Father put down the newspaper, cleared his throat, and tried to reason:
“At the time I was assessing the risks and rewards. Think about it: if I really hadn’t gotten pregnant, trying again would increase the odds of success, wouldn’t it? Twins means two factories right away; where can you find conditions like that?”
Mother angrily pointed at his nose: 'When you assessed the benefits, did you assess your daughter's feelings? Did you assess our family's dignity?'
Xiao Yu heard everything clearly from her room and simply opened the door to come out, looking exasperated: "Dad, can you please stop analyzing? After hearing what you said, that guy probably won't come within ten kilometers of our house for the rest of his life."
Father rubbed his nose and muttered softly: '...Actually, I think my plan shows quite a business sense.'
Mother directly picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.
Another week passed, and Xiaoyu went to the hospital for an examination. After the results came out, she put the report in front of her parents:
"Not pregnant."
Mother first sighed in relief, then began to scold Father again. However, the moment Father confirmed the result, his eyes noticeably darkened, as if genuinely disappointed about the "two factories" falling through.
Xiaoyu looked at her father's expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: 'Dad, are you really a bit disappointed?'
Father coughed twice: 'No, no. Health is most important. Factories and such are secondary.'
That said, that night he drank a little and muttered to himself in front of the mirror: 'Twins... the factory... what a pity.'
After this incident, a new unspoken understanding was established at home: any topic involving 'compensation,' 'factory,' or 'one more time' would be instantly silenced by a look from Mother. Yet whenever relatives or friends asked, 'Any good news in your family lately?', Father would unconsciously sigh, as if he had missed out on a huge life deal.
Half a year later, Xiaoyu got a new boyfriend. The first time she brought him home for dinner, her father was extraordinarily enthusiastic,不停 asking about the other party’s job, income, whether he had a company, whether he had a factory.
Mother stomped hard on his foot under the table.
The new boyfriend looked utterly confused by the question, while Xiao Yu kept her head down, eating furiously, her ears red as if about to drip blood.
After seeing her boyfriend off, the mother sternly warned: 'If you dare look at that son-in-law candidate with that kind of look again, you'll be sleeping on the sofa.'
Father raised his hands in surrender: 'Alright, alright, I won't ask. Just... what if there's a chance in the future?'
Mother was completely speechless.
Several years later, when Xiaoyu got married, her father gave a speech at the wedding. He had originally prepared a normal blessing, but in the moment, he improvised and suddenly blurted out:
"I hope you will be happy in the future, and the child will be healthy... preferably twins."
The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted into good-natured laughter. Only the mother at the main table shot him a killing glare with her eyes, while Xiaoyu covered her face and giggled beside the groom.
After the wedding, Xiaoyu specifically walked up to her father and whispered: "Dad, you really can't change."
Father smiled and patted her shoulder: 'If you can't change it, then you can't change it. At least after that time, I understood one thing—some opportunities, once missed, are gone forever. But it's also nice that the family can laugh about it together.'
Xiao Yu nodded and didn't say anything more.
Later on, whenever someone at a family gathering asked, “What’s the most outrageous thing in your family?”, Xiao Yu would exchange a look with her mother, then tacitly shake their heads: “It’s not convenient to say.”
Only a father, after getting drunk, would secretly tell his closest old friends about the whole “Ferrari, factory, one more night” story. After he finished, his friends, without exception, burst out laughing and unanimously commented:
"Your logic is incredible. Too bad that man ran too fast."
Father always shook his head regretfully: 'Yes, ran away too fast. Otherwise, we really could have talked more.'
As for Xiao Yu herself, she wrote this experience into her private diary. Every few years, when she flipped through it, she would still laugh out loud. Later, she had her own children and occasionally wondered: if her daughter encountered something similar in the future, would she first scold angrily like her mother, or would she first calculate the benefits like her father?
She herself wasn't sure of the answer.
But there was one thing she was very sure of—this family’s most absurd morning ultimately became the strongest shared joke between them. It reminded everyone that life sometimes suddenly throws down an outrageous opportunity, and what truly determines how you respond is often not the opportunity itself, but the most genuine thought deep in your bones.
Some want to solve the problem, some want to maximize the profit.
And in this home, both happened and were forever recorded.
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