Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 133; Surrogacy (a)

She pulled out her phone. "I’ve already drafted the statement. Professional, emotional, just enough vulnerability. We’ll post it to all your platforms simultaneously. Medical documents attached as verification. You’ll also record a video, tired but dignified, explaining the truth, asking for privacy."

"When?"

"Now.... Before the narrative solidifies." Her mother pulled a ring light and a small camera from her bag; of course, she’d come prepared. "The longer we wait, the harder it becomes to change minds. Strike while they’re hungry for new information."

Yueling nodded, feeling something like confidence returning. Not the naive confidence of before, but something harder, more cynical.

The confidence of someone who’d learned that truth didn’t matter as much as the story you told.

And they were about to tell a very convincing story.

"One more thing," her mother said, setting up the equipment. "When you record this, you need to look heartbroken. Not for yourself, for Shuyin. You need to make it clear that you did this for HER. That you’re devastated the secret came out this way. That you wanted her to hear it from you, not from a leak."

"But what if she...."

"Okay," she said quietly. "I’m ready."

Her mother adjusted the ring light, angling it to cast Yueling in soft, flattering illumination.

"Remember, tired but dignified. Heartbroken but brave. You’re not a victim. You’re a woman who made a sacrifice for your sister and is now being crucified for it."

Yueling nodded, settling into position.

The camera’s red light blinked on.

And Lin Yueling began reciting the carefully crafted lie that would save her reputation, protect her mother, and, she hoped, desperately hoped, keep Shuyin from ever discovering the truth.....

LU ZEYAN’S COLLAPSE — AND HIS DECISION

The boardroom was chaos incarnate.

Lawyers shouting into phones. PR executives typing furiously on laptops. Shareholder representatives demanding answers. Outside, reporters were still banging on the glass doors of the building, their muffled shouts penetrating even the executive floor’s expensive soundproofing.

Lu Zeyan sat slumped in the chair at the head of the conference table, the power position, the place where he’d orchestrated countless victories, looking like a corpse that someone had propped upright and forgotten to tell it was dead.

His tie was loosened. His hair was disheveled. His eyes were blank and glassy, staring at nothing, barely blinking.

The ringing in his ears hadn’t stopped since the press conference collapsed. Everything sounded distant, underwater, like he was drowning and watching his own death from somewhere outside his body. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Wang Jing was on her fourth phone call, her voice sharp and commanding as she tried to coordinate damage control across seven different platforms simultaneously.

"....don’t care what the trending topics say, we need to flood the zone with alternative narratives..."

"...legal team needs those documents within the hour or we can’t..."

"...NO, do NOT let anyone from the company make statements without clearance..."

Then the conference room door slammed open.

Feng Ting ran in, breathless, his usually perfect appearance destroyed, shirt untucked, glasses askew, sweat staining his collar.

"Sir.... sir... Yueling just posted a statement..."

Every conversation stopped.

Wang Jing grabbed the phone from him with such force she nearly dropped it, her eyes scanning the screen with the intensity of someone defusing a bomb.

The room held its collective breath.

Then Wang Jing began reading aloud, her voice steady but strained.

The statement was short. Controlled. Perfect.

"I need to correct the false narrative that has been circulating about my relationship with Lu Zeyan.

I was never a mistress.

I agreed to be a surrogate for my sister, Lin Shuyin, who cannot bear children due to a diagnosed medical condition (Primary Ovarian Insufficiency).

My pregnancy is a gift to her, not a betrayal.

The secrecy was intended to surprise her with a healthy baby, not to cause pain or speculation. I deeply regret that a private family matter has been twisted into something sordid by malicious parties.

I ask for privacy and understanding as my family navigates this difficult situation.

- Lin Yueling"

Silence.

Absolute, crushing silence.

Then....

Attached to the post: High-resolution photos of medical certificates. Official hospital letterhead. Doctor signatures. Government stamps. Diagnosis dates going back six years.

Genuine documentation.

Undeniable proof of infertility.

Wang Jing’s hand trembled as she scrolled through the images.

"Zeyan..." Her voice was careful, controlled, like she was approaching a wild animal. "Is this true?"

He closed his eyes.

The ringing in his ears intensified.

Something inside his chest, something fragile, something patched together with denial and desperation, finally cracked apart.

He had no other options.

The truth, that the baby was his and Yueling’s, conceived during his "redemption arc" would destroy him completely. The stock. The board. His freedom.

But this lie, this perfectly timed, impeccably documented lie...

It gave him a lifeline.

"Yes."

Barely a whisper, but the room heard it like a gunshot.

A collective gasp rippled across the table. Even the legal team, trained to be unshakeable, looked blindsided.

"And you didn’t say anything earlier?" Wang Jing asked, her voice rising. " You went through that ENTIRE press conference, let the scandal explode, let Shuyin walk away thinking you cheated, and you didn’t think to mention THIS?!"

Lu Zeyan’s laugh was cold and empty.

"We were..." He swallowed, pushing the words out, "...we were planning to surprise her."

The room froze.

Every gaze snapped at him.

He looked up at the ceiling, anywhere but at their shocked faces.

"Shuyin doesn’t know she’s infertile," he said, his voice a deadened monotone. "She... she was diagnosed six years ago, but I was the one who received the report."

Silence. Horrified silence.

"I found out during a routine background check," he continued quietly. "Before the frame-up. Before the prison sentence. I didn’t want to burden her with something that would break her."

His hands curled into fists. "So I hid it. I kept the results. I never told her."

Wang Jing’s breath caught. "You... you hid her own medical records?"

"I thought I was protecting her." His voice cracked.....