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My father is a hunter and has been hunting in the mountains all his life. When he was alive, no outsiders were allowed to stay at home at night, until after his death. At night, my dad sent my mom to sleep in my room, and he went outside during the night.

My husband hates me. Just because I am the marriage partner arranged for him. He firmly believed that I had stolen his position as White Moonlight. After my death, he inherited my hundreds of millions in property and lived a happy life with Bai Yueguang without shame. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the year after I got engaged to him. Bai Yueguang held her pregnant belly in her hands and fell down from the second floor. She sat in a pool of blood, enduring the pain, and looked at me proudly: "The baby in my belly is gone, let's see how you explain it this time!" I smiled lightly and turned back to unplug the camera. Then he kicked her ass hard to death: "Since you are so inhumane, I will educate you for the children who were killed by your own hands."

"Honey, there's something going on at the company, so I won't eat at home." At the dinner table, my mother prepared a large table of dishes. As soon as my father sat down, he heard his cell phone ringing "ding dong" and "ding dong" continuously. My dad glanced at the phone, couldn't help smiling, then picked up his coat and went out without looking back. My mother hurriedly came out of the kitchen with her pregnant belly, and then gave me a push.

Washing clothes, cooking, tidying up the house... I did all the housework. After drinking, the adoptive father boasted to his friends: "This is my adopted daughter. How wonderful. She also paid a lot of money for cleaning!" "She has to be grateful to me for doing things." A friend reminded him, "Why do I look at your adopted daughter? Why does she keep standing behind you and smiling at you?" I put away the sinister smile on my face. I really forgot that my adoptive father was on a video call.

My family is in the business of dead people, and my father is a well-known corpse stitcher. His craftsmanship is excellent, and no matter what kind of corpse it is, he can restore it to its original state. Wealthy families within a radius of several hundred miles would come to my dad to sew up the body if someone died accidentally and the body was beyond recognition. But as far as I know, my father used to be a butcher and was good at dissecting pigs, but I had never heard that his needlework was so good. Until one day, through the cracks in the wall bricks, I saw him covering the corpse with a film that smelled fishy.