The school beauty blushed and handed over the pregnancy test stick: "You are going to be a father."
I sneered: "The whole school knows that you are dating eight rich second generations at the same time. Do you want me to take over?"
That night, I was bound by the system: [Ask the host to complete the first prenatal education: recite "Das Kapital"]
I was forced to read to her belly, but I heard the fetal heartbeat:
"If you're not a good parent this time around, let's set a small goal first - earn enough money for milk powder before birth."
The next day, she held up her phone in panic: "My account suddenly increased by three million!"
The fetus gave me an OK sign during the B-ultrasound.
