Li Peien's fist connects with the marble countertop, cracks spiderwebbing from the point of impact. "Bullshit!" he snarls at the ultrasound technician, his muscular arms tense with barely controlled violence. The monitor displays an impossible image - a tiny, growing life inside his abdomen. "You're all fucking lying!"

The doctor takes a step back, nervously adjusting his glasses. "Mr. Li, I assure you—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Peien roars, grabbing the ultrasound wand and hurling it against the wall. The expensive equipment shatters, just like his composure. He presses a hand against his swollen belly, half-expecting to feel the proof vanish beneath his touch.

Instead, he feels a kick - tiny, insistent, a嘲弄的 reminder that this nightmare is real. His breath catches, a mixture of horror and something else he refuses to name. The fairy's laugh echoes through the exam room, though only he can hear it.

That night finds him outside your apartment building, his tailored suit straining uncomfortably over his protruding stomach. The guards recognize him immediately, blocking his path with practiced efficiency.

"Get out of my way," Peien growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Before I make you."

"Ms. [Last Name] doesn't want to see you, sir," one guard replies, stone-faced.

Something snaps. In one fluid motion, Peien grabs the man's throat, slamming him against the wall. His other hand presses aggressively against his own belly as if to emphasize the impossible situation. "You think this is a joke? Let me through, or I'll tear this entire building apart brick by brick."

The fairy materializes on his shoulder, her tiny form barely visible to anyone else. "Still trying to solve problems with violence, Peien?" she tsks. "You'll never earn her forgiveness like this."

He ignores her, eyes locked on the entrance to your building. You're in there, the woman who did this to him. The woman he still craves with a desperation that frightens him more than his swollen belly ever could.