I was the female side character diagnosed with a terminal illness. Before I died, I asked the tyrannical CEO, "When is the heroine's next ovulation day?" The CEO roared in fury, "What? You still want to harm her?" I shook my head and explained: "No, I just want to reincarnate as your daughter in my next life and torture you to death!" 1 On the day I died, the male lead, Julian Ji, whom I had hopelessly chased for 10 years, stood by my bedside. He held a bouquet of blooming red roses. "Do you like them?" he asked. I nodded. Julian waved the flowers in front of me, then tossed them into the trash can. With a despicable smirk, he said, "I'd rather throw them away than give them to you." My mouth twitched. I was speechless, but I decided to ignore him and deliver my final line: "In this life, I have ultimately... wasted my love on the wrong person!!" After finishing my heart-wrenching performance, I closed my eyes peacefully. Unexpectedly, instead of the notification sound signaling my exit from this world, I felt a sharp prick on my butt. "Ah—" I opened my eyes in pain, only to meet Julian's face full of disdain and contempt. He crossed his arms lazily and instructed the doctor: "Don't let her die. Inject as much adrenaline as you can. Also, unplug the oxygen mask; it's a waste of money. For such a vicious woman who has done so much evil, she shouldn't die easily. Torture her severely. Make her life a living hell!" "?" The doctor gave me a sympathetic glance and raised the syringe, ready to stab my butt again. "Hold the needle!" I stopped him. Then I spat at Julian: "Treating a dying person like this... you will get your karma!" "Lily Lin, you're stubborn till the end. Even at death's door, your mouth is tough." Julian lit a cigarette and shamelessly blew smoke in my face, making me cough violently from the secondhand smoke. "Cough, cough—" Seeing that I could barely speak, a wave of grievance washed over me. Fine! Julian, you forced me! I grabbed Julian's clothes and asked with a ferocious expression: "Tell me, how many days until Sarah's follicle matures, migrates to the ovarian surface, protrudes outward, thins the cell wall, and finally ruptures to release the follicular fluid?" Julian didn't understand. He frowned, confused: "What?" I gritted my teeth in anger, hating this uncultured, nouveau riche CEO. No choice. I had to ask bluntly: "What date is Sarah's next ovulation day?" Julian roared, "What? You still want to harm her?" I sneered, "You don't truly love her. You can't even remember this. A man who can't remember a woman's physiological cycle isn't a good man!" "Bullshit, who says I don't remember!" Julian pulled out his phone. Hard to imagine, but he actually had a period tracking app on his phone. It accurately predicted the user's ovulation day, period, and fertile window. Julian looked at it and muttered unconsciously: "So it's the 19th of this month..." Realizing he had slipped up, he started venting his anger on me again. "You poisonous woman, did you come up with some shady scheme to drive a wedge between Sarah and me? I tell you, no way!" I shook my head and explained: "No, I just want to reincarnate as your daughter in my next life and torture you to death!" "Alright, off to reincarnate now." With that, I happily breathed my last. My main goal was not to dawdle. Not to cause trouble for the medical staff. In the last second before my consciousness faded, I heard Julian roar in panic: "No—don't let her die! Shock her! Shock her back to life!" 2 After death, I floated in the air, watching Julian work overtime until 2 AM every night. The reason? Sarah wanted to start their baby-making project. Julian watched the calendar inch closer to the 19th, the stubble on his chin growing thicker. Finally. On the night of the 19th, Sarah sneaked into the office to catch her Julian and forced herself on him. Confronted with scenes unsuitable for children, I chose to see no evil, hear no evil. Finally. Ten minutes later, I waited for that final moment. Julian looked up and screamed: "No—" And I swiftly turned into a white light and rushed towards them: "Charge—" 3 When I regained consciousness, I was already a tiny life form. Although I couldn't see or move, I could hear voices from the outside world: "Hubby, good news, I'm pregnant!" This delicate, Lolita-like voice was 100% Sarah, the heroine of this world. But next came Julian's terrified and trembling voice: "No, we can't keep this child." "Why?" Sarah's voice instantly turned cold. Julian thought for a moment, lowering his voice as if afraid I would hear: "I consulted a master. A child conceived on the 19th is a lone star of evil, the reincarnation of a wicked landlord. Born, it will only be a demon child. Can't keep it, can't keep it." "Be good, let's wait a few years!" Sarah sneered: "What excuses are you making?" "I think you're mourning. Your childhood sweetheart sister Lily died, and you're heartbroken. You want to mourn her for three years and can't have happy events, right?" Julian quickly defended himself: "Babe, what nonsense are you talking about? I never liked her. I was happy she died." "Okay, okay, we'll keep it, we'll keep it." At 2 AM that night. I heard Julian, still awake, seemingly kowtowing to Sarah's belly: "Please, as long as it's not Lily, be it Red Boy or the Bull Demon King, I'm fine with it." "Worst case, even a lazy sheep is acceptable." Then he started talking to himself, doing psychological counseling: "No, it can't be that coincidental that she successfully reincarnated here. Coincidence, it's all a coincidence." "Amitabha, Buddha bless me..." ... A few months later. Julian took Sarah for a prenatal checkup. Sarah said she wanted a daughter. The doctor smiled gently and said: "Well, maybe your dream will come true." The atmosphere was quite lively. Until Julian screamed. "She!! She gave me a peace sign!" Sarah and the doctor looked at him like he was retarded. Julian, a grown man of 6'2", was trembling in front of the ultrasound machine. "That... the child my wife is carrying... just now, in the image, gave me a peace sign..." He tried to explain to everyone. But who would believe such absurd words? The doctor smiled and smoothed things over: "Oh, the husband is just too excited. Although a six-month-old fetus has hands and feet, they can't make a peace sign." Inside Sarah's belly, I almost laughed myself silly. Yes, I just flashed a peace sign. Just to scare the crap out of this jerk. After returning home from the checkup. I heard Julian brainwashing himself again: "No way, no way... even if it's a daughter, it's not necessarily her. Julian Ji, don't scare yourself. Relax, God won't be that hard on you." 4 The day I was born was probably the most desperate day for Julian. I heard the nurse ask Sarah several times: "Where's your husband?" Sarah said: "He might have pre-fatherhood phobia. He went to the bathroom 30 times in an hour." Too bad. Even if Julian blew up the toilet, I had to be born. "Wah wah—" With my loud cry as I came into the world. The nurse happily handed me to Julian: "Congratulations, Mr. Ji, your wife gave birth to a daughter." I cautiously opened one eye to look at Julian. Julian looked panicked. Like he was having a seizure, he grabbed the nurse and asked: "Nurse, do you think this child looks like me and my wife?" The nurse paused. She stammered: "Looks like... very much like..." Julian breathed a sigh of relief, finally showing a smile on his face: "That's good, that's good." I almost laughed out loud. Did the nurse dare say I didn't look like them? Julian put me back in the crib and wheeled the still-sleeping Sarah back to the private ward. While gently patting my back, he sighed: "Haha, my luck is so good." "Lily, you failed after all! Hahaha, hahahaha—" While the nurses were out processing the birth certificate. I opened my eyes and flashed Julian a 45-degree smile. In a milky voice, I said: "Grandson, Daddy is here for revenge!" The smile froze on Julian's face. Mechanically, frame by frame, he slowly turned his head to look at me: "What. Did. You. Say." Because I was just born and my speech was a bit slurred, I repeated with a lisp: "Son, I am your fader—" Before I could finish. Julian stood up, his trembling hands reaching for my neck: "Lily Lin! You little brat, now I am your father!" "Believe it or not, I'll strangle you!" I stuck out my tongue: "Do it, do it now!" Julian actually started doing it, not afraid of breaking my weak and fragile throat. I started wailing directly: "Wah wah ah wah wah wah—" The more I cried, the harder Julian squeezed. In the end, I didn't even have the strength to make a sound. I didn't need a mirror to guess that my pink and jade-like little face had already been turned black and blue by this dog of a man. "Hehe, die!" Julian prepared to increase the force again. At the critical moment, Sarah suddenly woke up. I don't know where she got the strength, but she got up from the bed and kicked Julian straight on: "If you break my sister's wings, I will destroy your entire heaven." Me: "?" Julian: "?"
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