My mother-in-law dreamed that a real dragon had crawled into her belly.

The next day, she tested positive for pregnancy with two lines.

I wanted to take her for a prenatal check-up, but she slapped me, angrily claiming I was trying to use radiation to kill her dragon prince.

No matter how I pleaded, she refused to go.

Feeling helpless, I went for the check-up alone.

Months later, I gave birth to a stillborn baby.

However, both the mother-in-law and her baby were safe.

From that moment on, I became the nanny for her and my father-in-law, living a dog's life.

Surprisingly, it was only when I was dying of cancer that I learned the child I saw every day was actually my own son.

I opened my eyes again, and I was reborn to the moment I had just become pregnant.

*****

"Oh, dear daughter-in-law, this is wonderful news!"

My mother-in-law Tracy exclaimed, and her face creased with laughter.

"I dreamed that a real dragon entered my belly last night. It seems our family will have a dragon prince!"

She pulled me by the hand, laughing exaggeratedly, with spittle flying.

"Really? That's great!" I pretended to be overjoyed, spinning around several times.

In truth, I was just extremely excited to have been reborn.

I gently placed my hand on my small belly, feeling the unborn child.

Tracy had told me this in my previous life, saying that a dragon had entered her belly and the family would have a dragon prince.

Seeing how happy she was, I couldn't help but believe her a little.

From that day on, my father-in-law Wade and mother-in-law Tracy moved into my home, bringing my brother-in-law along.

When I suggested taking her for a check-up, she flew into a rage.

She jumped up and slapped me, angrily shouting, "No one ever got checked when pregnant in the past!"

Hospitals are all scams! TV said those things have radiation. You must want to kill my dragon prince!"

Seeing her ruthless gaze, I dared not persuade her further and could only go for the check-up alone.

My husband George was dispatched abroad and couldn't come back.

We could only communicate by phone, but Tracy took my phone away, hiding it under the pretext that radiation was bad for the child.

As the days passed, my belly grew large like a balloon.

Every day, I could feel the baby kicking, so lively.

Strangely, Tracy's belly also grew large, but without any fetal movement.

"Tracy, we should still go to the hospital for a check. You're so far along. It would give peace of mind," I suggested.

Tracy pushed me ruthlessly.

"I'm carrying my dragon prince! Can human doctors understand? You're not trying to go to the hospital to steal my son's fortune, are you?"

She walked around cradling her unmoving, no longer growing belly, her face beaming.

When I went into labor, my husband George still hadn't returned. I was pushed alone into the delivery room.

But when I woke from anesthesia, the doctor said I had given birth to a stillborn.

I froze on the spot, unable to react for a long time.

The prenatal checks had all been normal, and he was still kicking my belly just yesterday. How could he be stillborn?

As I stood stunned, Tracy burst back home, cradling her newborn son and boastfully showing him off to me.

"I told you hospitals harm people, but you still didn't believe me. Now you see, your son became nourishment for my son and died!"

Just out of childbirth, I was extremely fragile, both physically and mentally. Hearing her words, I hemorrhaged and fainted.

When I awoke, the doctor informed me I could no longer have children.

This was a bolt from the blue.

I stumbled to find Tracy, but Tracy grabbed my hair, yanking out a chunk, blood flowing, but I didn't even have the strength to cry out.

Before I had even recovered, Tracy forcibly discharged me, not wanting to waste too much money on me, even though the money spent was from the living expenses George sent.

Without the child, I lost all my spirit, becoming the family's servant to be used at will.

Later, from overwork and only being able to eat rotten food, I developed stomach cancer.

They told George, who sent huge treatment fees every month, but they embezzled it all, leaving me to die in the storeroom at home.

Before I died, Tracy mercifully told me, "Actually, your son isn't dead."

"He's just calling me mom now!"

"Your son stole my son's fortune to live. Since I lost my son, you have to compensate me with yours!"

Seeing her speak so shamelessly, I felt my heart and gall split.

It turned out my son wasn't dead. He had been living in front of me all along, but we couldn't be recognized.

"Ah... ah!"

I was too sick to speak but struggled ceaselessly, wanting to fight them.

Wade came up behind me and said, "Tracy, should we tell George his wife died?"

Tracy glared at him.

"What's there to say? Wait until we get more money. Do you think raising your son is free?"

Seeing their malicious faces, I wished I could fight them to the death, but could only lie helplessly on the filthy bed, unsettled in death.

As I looked at Tracy's saccharine smile, I couldn't help but clench my fists in anger.

How could I have been so blind in my previous life, failing to see the malice and calculation lurking behind her eyes?

"This is a huge blessing! You can look forward to enjoying the good life! George and I hope we can bask in your glory in the future!"

I knew all too well the power of flattery, so I didn't call her out on it, instead smiling and complimenting her back.

Her nostrils flared with pride as she boasted, "Of course, this is the dragon prince! An invaluable treasure child!"

"Tracy, I heard that TVs, phones, and even hospitals have radiation! You'd better keep your distance, can't let anything harm the dragon prince!"

But she was sitting on the sofa and dictating to me, "I know, stop blabbering and make me some food. I can't do any work now that I'm carrying the dragon prince. You, on the other hand, are carrying an ordinary child, so you should endure more hardship!"

Feeling suffocated, I avoided them and went to the hospital alone.

Just like in my previous life, the test results showed a very healthy child.

I heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that everything was still on track.

When I returned home, Tracy was throwing a tantrum.

"I said I want abalone! What is this? Can this even be eaten?" she yelled.

I stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Tracy, don't be angry. I went out today to hire you a nanny. The dragon prince needs to be well-protected. In the future, you'll be the queen mother of the household," I said, trying to appease her.

She calmed down a bit, but then she turned her head and pushed me away, pointing her finger at me and saying, "Don't think that just because you're pregnant, you can be like me. The child in your belly is born to serve my son as a servant!"

After that day, the nanny moved into our home. I had her prepare a lot of greasy food for my in-laws every day.

Meanwhile, I stuck to extremely light and healthy meals.

"Unlucky people like you deserve to eat this kind of food," Tracy said, shoving fatty meat into her mouth while eyeing my nutritious meal.

I just smiled and said nothing.

Go ahead, eat more; after all, your child will ultimately die in your womb.

I fed Tracy like I was feeding a pig, keeping a close watch on her every day, terrified she might suddenly decide to go to the hospital for a check-up or even accidentally miscarry.

I wanted her to feel the despair and pain I experienced in my past life when my child was born still.

As the days passed, Tracy grew increasingly irritable, but her belly was expanding at a very slow rate.

In contrast, my own belly was growing normally, with my child thriving inside.

She felt proud, believing her son was different from others, needing more nutrition, which was why he was growing slowly.

"Oh, my dragon prince is just special. He needs a lot of nutrition, which is why he grows slowly!"

"Unlike some unlucky people, whose bellies are so big they might burst!"

But only I knew that her son had already died; her belly was only getting bigger because the food I fed her was making her gain weight.

Tracy became increasingly overweight, resembling a moving mound of flesh, with layers of fat accumulating around her abdomen, completely obscuring any sign of a pregnancy.

Yet she didn't find anything strange about it; every day, she just opened her mouth wide for the nanny to shove food into it.

"My son is so good; he even knows how to nourish his mother. Being fat is a blessing, unlike those wretched women who look pale and thin during pregnancy."

As the due date approached, she had turned into a blob of flesh lying on the bed, with fat spilling over the edges, creating a rather disturbing sight.

Unlike the stillness of her belly in my past life, this time her belly was rising and falling every day.

So she didn't notice anything unusual, just like before.

"My son is so strong. He truly deserves to be called a dragon prince!" She struggled to lift her head and stared at the bulge on her belly.

But in reality, that was just her stomach and intestines reacting. Her child had long been dead.

With the due date fast approaching, I grew increasingly anxious, urging George to come home every day.

"George Lloyd, you must be here when I give birth." I said, wiping my tears.

George on the other end of the phone seemed helpless, repeatedly assuring me that he would definitely be home before I gave birth.

Eventually, Tracy's belly stopped growing, and she could only lie in bed, gasping for breath, surrounded by the stench of feces and urine.

She could no longer get up to use the toilet and had to rely on a bedpan, but with her excessive weight, it was difficult to clean herself properly.

Watching Tracy rot away in bed, I couldn't help but chuckle.

There was only one month until the due date, and I had already packed my hospital bag, eagerly anticipating the arrival of my child.

However, Tracy suddenly began to act up, crying out every day that she felt terrible and wanted to go to the hospital.

The family tried to comfort and persuade her, telling her to endure it for the sake of the baby.

"You're carrying a dragon prince. He's definitely different from an ordinary child. If you're feeling uncomfortable, just bear with it for the baby."

But soon, her discomfort kept her awake all night, and she lost a lot of weight.

Every day, she screamed and cursed at everyone, venting her pain.

Hearing her wails, the nanny couldn't take it anymore and cautiously suggested, "Should we take her to the hospital? After all, she is a high-risk pregnant woman..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wade slapped her to the ground.

"You outsider, why are you meddling in our family's affairs? Are you trying to harm my son?" he said fiercely.

I walked over to help the nanny up and gently said, "Yes, after all, Tracy is carrying a dragon prince. He doesn't like an ordinary child. Heaven is watching over her, so we shouldn't worry."

Wade nodded in satisfaction and then asked me, "Aren't you also about to give birth? Is there any sign?"

I immediately frowned and pretended to be worried, saying, "Not yet. Sigh, the way ordinary people carry their pregnancies is just different from how Tracy is carrying hers. Look how energetic she is!"

Wade then dismissed his doubts, telling me to take care of myself and also to help Tracy during her postpartum recovery.

By now, Tracy could hardly eat because of the pain, and seeing her lose weight day by day, Wade decided something had to be done.

So he brought in some equipment previously used for feeding livestock and had it attached to Tracy.

"Eat more, dear; consider it for the baby," he said.

Tracy could only open her mouth wide to accept the food, tears streaming down her face, which had become distorted from her weight, quickly disappearing into the folds of flesh.

Every time she stubbornly kept her mouth shut and refused to eat, and Wade would force her to open it.

"Eat properly; don't starve my son! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!"

Wade was disturbed by her constant wailing, making him increasingly irritable.

"Why not move Tracy to the basement? Otherwise, the dragon prince might not even be born, and you won't be able to handle it," I suggested sympathetically.

Wade looked at me and nodded in agreement.

"You're right; we need to move her down there; otherwise, people might think I'm beating my wife every day!"

But Tracy was now too large and heavy, so we had to call in movers for help.

"Wow, what are you moving? This must weigh four to five hundred pounds!"

The movers were shocked when they saw the box.

Just as Wade was about to say something, I interrupted him.

"Oh, it's just a pig sent by our rural relatives. We can't keep it upstairs, so we'll put it in the basement until we have time to slaughter it."

I smiled sweetly, and Wade nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, yeah!"