Since that devastating conversation, Huo Ting Cheng had taken every possible precaution with obsessive dedication. He had consulted with the most renowned traditional medicine practitioners across three countries, specialists who moved in circles where ancient knowledge met modern discretion.
They had provided him with a special herbal concoction, something he took religiously every single day without fail, a bitter tea that rendered his sperm essentially inactive while maintaining all other normal functions.
The sperm were present in normal quantities, appeared normal under any casual examination, but were completely unable to fertilize an egg.
The perfect birth control that didn't require her to take anything, to know anything, to worry about anything, to make any choices about her own body that he'd already made for her.
