My Dad, the Male Lead Chapter 1

I was the female side character diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Before I died, I asked the tyrannical CEO, "When is the heroine's next ovulation day?"

The CEO roared in fury, "What? You still want to harm her?"

I shook my head and explained:

"No, I just want to reincarnate as your daughter in my next life and torture you to death!"

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On the day I died, the male lead, Julian Ji, whom I had hopelessly chased for 10 years, stood by my bedside. He held a bouquet of blooming red roses.

"Do you like them?" he asked.

I nodded.

Julian waved the flowers in front of me, then tossed them into the trash can. With a despicable smirk, he said, "I'd rather throw them away than give them to you."

My mouth twitched. I was speechless, but I decided to ignore him and deliver my final line:

"In this life, I have ultimately... wasted my love on the wrong person!!"

After finishing my heart-wrenching performance, I closed my eyes peacefully.

Unexpectedly, instead of the notification sound signaling my exit from this world, I felt a sharp prick on my butt.

"Ah—"

I opened my eyes in pain, only to meet Julian's face full of disdain and contempt.

He crossed his arms lazily and instructed the doctor:

"Don't let her die. Inject as much adrenaline as you can. Also, unplug the oxygen mask; it's a waste of money. For such a vicious woman who has done so much evil, she shouldn't die easily. Torture her severely. Make her life a living hell!"

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The doctor gave me a sympathetic glance and raised the syringe, ready to stab my butt again.

"Hold the needle!"

I stopped him.

Then I spat at Julian:

"Treating a dying person like this... you will get your karma!"

"Lily Lin, you're stubborn till the end. Even at death's door, your mouth is tough."

Julian lit a cigarette and shamelessly blew smoke in my face, making me cough violently from the secondhand smoke.

"Cough, cough—"

Seeing that I could barely speak, a wave of grievance washed over me.

Fine! Julian, you forced me!

I grabbed Julian's clothes and asked with a ferocious expression:

"Tell me, how many days until Sarah's follicle matures, migrates to the ovarian surface, protrudes outward, thins the cell wall, and finally ruptures to release the follicular fluid?"

Julian didn't understand.

He frowned, confused: "What?"

I gritted my teeth in anger, hating this uncultured, nouveau riche CEO.

No choice.

I had to ask bluntly:

"What date is Sarah's next ovulation day?"

Julian roared, "What? You still want to harm her?"

I sneered, "You don't truly love her. You can't even remember this. A man who can't remember a woman's physiological cycle isn't a good man!"

"Bullshit, who says I don't remember!" Julian pulled out his phone.

Hard to imagine, but he actually had a period tracking app on his phone.

It accurately predicted the user's ovulation day, period, and fertile window.

Julian looked at it and muttered unconsciously:

"So it's the 19th of this month..."

Realizing he had slipped up, he started venting his anger on me again.

"You poisonous woman, did you come up with some shady scheme to drive a wedge between Sarah and me? I tell you, no way!"

I shook my head and explained:

"No, I just want to reincarnate as your daughter in my next life and torture you to death!"

"Alright, off to reincarnate now."

With that, I happily breathed my last.

My main goal was not to dawdle.

Not to cause trouble for the medical staff.

In the last second before my consciousness faded, I heard Julian roar in panic:

"No—don't let her die! Shock her! Shock her back to life!"