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The document stated that after giving birth, you should nitpick every day over small matters.

And when the sucker is asleep, make the baby cry to continuously create emotional anxiety.

Once he falls into depression, swap out his medication, and continue to provoke him until he is driven to a mental breakdown, self-harm, and suicidal attempts.

At the end of the text, there was a series of photos attached.

With trembling hands, I clicked on one of them.

It was a twisted corpse, bleeding from all orifices, extremely horrifying.

"I successfully became a widow in three months, and now I've already found a new sucker. I'm going to have a second child with my ex-boyfriend."

Saying this, she posted a photo of her pregnant belly.

"Here's the strategy, sisters, do your best!"

Below, a bunch of people were lecherously tapping '6'.

Among them, Xu Wan was the most pleased: "Great, tomorrow I'll get my sucker depressed!"

"No, I need to think of a way first, have my parents force him to write a will, leaving the assets to the child in my belly in advance."

At this moment, my blood had run completely cold.

Staring at the photo of the dead man sent by the administrator, my eyes were about to pop out.

If it weren't for my tablet being connected to Xu Wan's WeChat.

I might have been kept in the dark for my whole life.

I clenched my teeth hard, tears uncontrollably streaming from my eyes.

Before Xu Wan discovered it, I transferred and backed up all the chat history from her WeChat.