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I Was Reborn Three Hours Before Giving Birth
Short Fiction我重生在生产前的三个时辰
Half A Box Of Yogurt
In my previous life, when I gave birth, my husband brought me home with me. He beheaded two of my personal maids, hinting to Po Wen: "It is dangerous for a woman to give birth, and she will never survive." So Po Wen pushed the fetus back into the birth canal twice, and then performed a caesarean section to take out the baby. I died of hemorrhage and the baby was dying. During the seven days I became a soul, I watched him wantonly retaliate against my father... When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn three hours before giving birth. There are two maids, one is about to boil water, and the other is asking for Wen Po.
In my previous life, when I gave birth, my husband brought me home with me. He beheaded two of my personal maids, hinting to Po Wen: "It is dangerous for a woman to give birth, and she will never survive." So Po Wen pushed the fetus back into the birth canal twice, and then performed a caesarean section to take out the baby. I died of hemorrhage and the baby was dying. During the seven days I became a soul, I watched him wantonly retaliate against my father... When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn three hours before giving birth. There are two maids, one is about to boil water, and the other is asking for Wen Po.

Don't Blame You
Short Fiction不怪你
Half A Box Of Yogurt
I married Xu Jia. On the wedding day, everyone praised my mother for being lucky, with a handsome son, a rich wife, and a strong alliance. When people asked her how she got me to submit, she proudly shared her experience. "Cry, hunger strike, die, live broadcast on the Internet." The relatives suddenly realized that this was not just crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves, plus the coercion of public opinion. Relatives and friends were eating, drinking, singing and dancing, it was so lively. No one noticed that the groom had long since disappeared.
I married Xu Jia. On the wedding day, everyone praised my mother for being lucky, with a handsome son, a rich wife, and a strong alliance. When people asked her how she got me to submit, she proudly shared her experience. "Cry, hunger strike, die, live broadcast on the Internet." The relatives suddenly realized that this was not just crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves, plus the coercion of public opinion. Relatives and friends were eating, drinking, singing and dancing, it was so lively. No one noticed that the groom had long since disappeared.