Nine-Baby Pregnancy

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My best friend, Hồ Vi Vi, failed to marry a rich, handsome man. She was pregnant with nine children, but in the end she died miserably in a septic tank. That man held her suicide report and smugly scattered money everywhere: “Now I can finally be left in peace. A woman I’d grown tired of playing with still dreamed of using her belly to climb the social ladder? A son? Even if she gave birth to a crown prince, it would be useless! Didn’t you want money? Kneel down and pick it up, pick it up slowly—this is a reward from Grandpa for you lot.” I didn’t touch a single bill. After all, the living don’t take money from the dead. His eyes were bloodshot, evil qi wrapped around him; he won’t survive past 11 a.m. tomorrow. Ah, coincidentally, that’s exactly when the exam begins…