After My Mission Failed, I Was Turned into a Baby-Making Machine, One Child a Year

I had just printed out the divorce papers when my husband, Su Qichen, dragged me back into the room.

My own younger brother rushed in too, forcing fertility medicine down my throat,

while my own mother pinned down my legs.

"If you couldn't have children, do you think any of us would want to see you?"

But this was already the third child they'd made me bear.

They took my first two children away to save Xiao Qingwan's child, and both of them died on the operating table.

Unable to fight back, I gazed in despair at the three targets whose favorability ratings had all dropped below zero, my heart dead within me.

This time, I was truly exhausted.

[Mission failed. The Host will be erased immediately.]

I closed my eyes in relief, waiting for the System's final report.

Before long, the System's voice rang in my mind again:

[Host, signing the divorce papers within the next hour will also count as success.]