Dream Reading

My little brother-in-law's son was diagnosed with leukemia, and only my daughter's bone marrow was a match in the whole family.
To save the family's only bloodline, my wife, a blindly loyal sister, forced our physically weak daughter to donate her bone marrow.
In the end, my little brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table.
In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding my daughter's body, only to return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia.
Living another life, I lied to them, saying the one who had leukemia was my daughter.
They, fearing I would ask for a bone marrow donation for my nephew, forced a quick divorce between my wife and me.
Outside the civil affairs bureau, their whole family gathered around, celebrating finally being rid of what they called their 'disastrous star'.
Little did they know, the confirmation text of my nephew’s leukemia diagnosis had already been sent to their phone.


Wife Forces Daughter to Donate Bone Marrow to Little Brother-in-law's Son

Little Brother-in-law's son got leukemia, and only my daughter's tissues matched in the whole family.


To save the family's only heir, my wife, obsessed with supporting her brother, forced our weak daughter to donate her bone marrow.


Later, Little Brother-in-law's son survived, but my daughter died on the operating table.


In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding my daughter's corpse, only to return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia.


Living another life, I lied to them that it was my daughter who had leukemia.


Fearful that I might demand my nephew donate his bone marrow, they forced my wife and me to swiftly divorce.


Outside the civil affairs bureau, their whole family gathered together, celebrating the relief of finally ridding themselves of this jinx.


Unaware that the message confirming my nephew's leukemia diagnosis had already arrived on their phones.


In the previous life, to preserve the family's "only heir," my father-in-law and his family insisted that my daughter donate her bone marrow.


My wife threw herself into supporting her brother and personally knocked me unconscious, sending our daughter to the operating table.


When I awoke, they were all celebrating the successful transplant for Yaozu.


And my Qingqing now lay in the next room's bed, turned into a cold corpse.


My father-in-law and mother-in-law looked at me with hypocritical faces.


"Don't blame us; if Qingqing had leukemia, we would have let Yaozu donate his marrow to her too."


Even my wife said coldly beside them, "Not being able to survive was Qingqing's fate; it's her bad luck."


I was grief-stricken, determined to seek justice for my daughter.


But everyone pointed fingers at me, calling me unreasonable and stubborn.


In despair, I jumped off the 18th floor holding Qingqing's corpse.


Little did I expect, when I opened my eyes again, I'd return to three days before my nephew was diagnosed with leukemia.


"Is it because Qingqing was naughty and kicked off the blanket last night, making you angry?"


Hearing the sound, I instinctively turned around, finding my daughter who had just woken up looking puzzled at my tear-stained face.


At just seven, her eyes carried a maturity that tore at the heart.


My eyes stung, and I stepped forward, hugging her tightly.


This time, Dad won't let those people hurt you again!


I packed and immediately sent Qingqing back to her grandma's house, waiting until the afternoon after work to call my wife, tricking her into thinking Qingqing went for a check-up and the doctor said she had leukemia.
