Author: Momo Chan

After my mother passed away, I couldn’t move on for a long time. Until one day, I saw the diary she left behind. It read: “My dear daughter.” “If you don’t know how to live.” “Then let Mom help you one last time.” 1 After Mom passed away. I was listless for a long time. More than once, I wanted to jump off that mountain. But Mom was the wind before the mountain. Again and again, blowing me back to the safe zone. … At 1:00 AM, I arrived home. When I opened the door, Dad was the same as usual. Thumb and index finger weakly pinching a glass, pouring alcohol into his stomach. I couldn’t help but think, after Mom left. Besides me, the one who couldn’t move on was Dad. But neither of us learned how to hide our emotions. Just like now, he wanted to present the image of a playful dad welcoming his daughter home for the holidays. But what I saw was. A miserable man with tear streaks on his face, forcing a smile. He hung the corners of his mouth by his ears, smiling. Looking at me helplessly, waiting for a hug. I also forced a smile like him. Then put down my schoolbag, stepped forward, and hugged him tightly. He said: “Jenny, have you eaten?” “I’ll cook you a pack of noodles.” Saying that, he let go of me and went to the kitchen. Then reached out to open the top cabinet in the kitchen. I watched from afar; inside was a row of instant noodles. And by the induction cooker, there were a few wrappers and noodle crumbs. Thinking about it, all these days alone, he just made do like this. This is the first Christmas after Mom left. Too lonely, too bleak. Without her, we can’t live well at all. I couldn’t hold it back; tears dripped onto the floor like a faucet. And my dad seemed a bit drunk; not only did he not notice my emotions. He accidentally pulled down a stack of bowls and plates. The sound of shattering porcelain instantly scared my tears back. I ran to my dad; the back of his hand was scratched. Blood flowed onto… Flowed onto a diary. I was stunned. A diary? 2 My mom’s name was Connie. She graduated from elementary school. She knew quite a few words. But there were still typos. The names she noted in her contacts. Many were written phonetically. For example, Aunt Huiqin from the vegetable market. She wrote “Rotten Tree” (sounds like Huiqin in Chinese dialect, implying her vegetables are expensive). Aunt Xiuli from the supermarket. She wrote “Pig Heart” (sounds like Xiuli, noting she was fierce to Jenny, won’t buy from her again). Wang Guifang, whom she got along well with. She noted “Wang Beautiful” (Jenny likes her, I like her too). Every time I saw her contacts, I wanted to laugh. But every time I saw her note for me, I wanted to cry. She wrote: Jenny Miller “Connie’s Good Daughter” “My Favorite” At the very end, there were three little hearts. And now, I was holding a diary in my hand. It was all handwritten by her. On the cover was a paragraph. “To Jenny” “My dear daughter.” “If you don’t know how to live.” “Then let Mom help you one last time.” This diary was thick. I flipped through it roughly; every page was full. And the handwriting was very neat. No typos, no content crossed out by ink. She probably guessed that I always disliked messy notebooks. Naturally, I would like the diary to be clean and tidy too. So she secretly practiced for a long time. For a moment, my eyes stung unbearably. To control my emotions, I put the diary away. Then helped my dad to the living room. Bandaged his wound. 3 2:00 AM. My dad fell asleep in the living room. I lay in the bedroom. Never daring to open that diary. Finally, with no other way. I mimicked how Mom was when she was alive. Put on yellow rubber gloves, put on an apron. Cleaned the whole house from top to bottom. To distract myself. I remember, she did this every few days before Christmas. The sofa, she had to pull it out to clean the trash deep inside. Pots and pans, all had to be scrubbed. Bedding and covers, must change to clean, newly bought ones. She said new year, new atmosphere, everything must start anew. Whether annoying or happy. All left in the last year. The new year must welcome new changes. She also said. Whether sad or painful. Whether happy or lucky. We must accept it calmly. Everything must look forward. Yes. I have to accept the fact that she has left. After cleaning all this up. It was already morning. My dad hadn’t woken up yet. And I had already put on a thick coat and went to the supermarket. In previous years, Mom and I went to buy Spring Festival couplets (decorations) together. She always picked and chose, saying this meaning wasn’t as good as that one. Saying that one didn’t fit the artistic conception of next year. Every time, she would choose for half a day. But now, I stood in front of the grandpa selling couplets. Not knowing what to choose. They all looked the same. Glaring red. Especially the words “Family Reunion.” Even more glaring. Finally, just like I used to fudge my homework. Picked a pair randomly. After buying, I couldn’t help thinking of her again. This time with a bit of blame. I couldn’t help complaining in my heart. Look, Mom. I haven’t grown into an adult yet. Don’t even know how to choose couplets. Blame you, left too early. Didn’t have time to teach me. Later, when I walked around the market, I realized. Mom didn’t teach me more than just how to choose couplets. How to buy the sweetest watermelon in winter. How to buy the freshest vegetables in the market. How to bargain with those aunts and uncles. She didn’t teach me any of it. Even the fastest route home. She never mentioned it. Otherwise. Why is the road ahead getting blurrier the more I walk? 4 When I got home, Dad was still a bit hungover. He looked at me carrying big and small bags. Instantly sobered up. Without even putting on shoes properly, he took the things from my hands. After putting things away, he came back and stroked my hands frozen red with heartache. He said: “Blame me, drank too much again.” “Tired? Hungry? Daddy cook you a pack of noodles?” After speaking, guilt appeared in his eyes. I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Then explained. “Sorry, Daddy only knows how to cook noodles.” I nodded. Yes. Dad only knows how to cook noodles and make money. Mom took care of us too well. So, after she left. Our sky. Collapsed. I shook my head, told Dad I ate at the market just now. Then went to the kitchen. Just like in the early morning. I picked up the apron. Imagining Mom’s appearance. Kneading dough. Chopping filling. Making dumplings. Trying to keep myself busy. Let myself forget the diary Mom left behind. That was my only thought. I wanted to wait for a solemn time to open it. Because it said. “To Jenny.” “My dear daughter.” “If you don’t know how to live.” “Then let Mom help you one last time.” I thought, I can’t disappoint Mom. I can’t let her know that I’m not living well. 5 (Note: Numbering restarted in source text, continuing sequentially here) But, I was a bit lousy. That solemn time. Came so lightly. After I failed to knead the dough countless times. I suddenly missed her like crazy. Why could she mix flour and water so harmoniously? While I made this pile of stuff look like rotten mud every time. Why could she do everything so well? And I can’t even knead dough. Do I not deserve to be her daughter? Should I be the one with cancer? Should that last diary be written by me? The more I thought, the more twisted my state of mind became. Until my eyes fell on the kitchen knife on the board. My red eyes widened instantly. Guess I was silent for a long time. My dad ran in. He came just in time. Blood hadn’t flowed too much yet. My consciousness was also clear enough. Could still hear him calling my name. Could also hear the sound of the ambulance. And. In a trance. I seemed to hear Mom say. “Silly child.” “Why so clumsy? Can’t even knead dough?” “Be good, Mom teach you.” 6 Yeah. Mom. I’m too clumsy. Come back and teach me. 7 The doctor pulled my dad to the hallway entrance. He said I had depression and suicidal tendencies. Then the doctor glanced at me guardedly. Pulled my dad into another room. They were discussing my condition. I imagined, would my dad collapse? Wife died of cancer. Daughter got depression. Would he find it harder to accept things? I imagined him crying and complaining in front of the doctor. But I suddenly couldn’t empathize. I only felt the birds outside the window were very free. I was a bit happy, then smiled. At dusk. I finally couldn’t bear the longing for her. Opened the first page of the diary. I was afraid, if I didn’t open it now. There would be no chance to open it.

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Four years after my death, my grandmother dug out my old phone and called Sarah Miller. Sarah: “It’s been four whole years, and you finally remembered to call me?” “What, did those sugar mommas run out of money? If you’re broke, go find a few more to sell yourself to. Don’t play pitiful with me.” “I’m telling you, I don’t want to see you for a single second, even if I die!” Grandma on this end of the phone was a bit stunned, her hunched back looking exceptionally lonely. She held the phone and asked cautiously: “Sarah, did you and Liam fight? I can’t find Liam.” After speaking, Grandma’s cloudy eyes looked at the empty room. She murmured as if remembering something: “Right, Liam died, he’s gone. Why did I forget again…” 1 Perhaps because I was worried about Grandma, I stayed by her side after I died. Unfortunately, Grandma had Alzheimer’s and often forgot that I was dead. This time she had another episode, running to the park alone and forgetting the way home. The stubborn little old lady sat on the bench, muttering: “It doesn’t matter if I can’t find the way. When Liam finds out I’m not home, he’ll definitely come out to find me.” My soul guarded Grandma’s side. Even though she wasn’t far from home, because she couldn’t hear me, I couldn’t guide her in the right direction. Seeing the sun about to set, as a soul, I started jumping up and down anxiously. An old lady nearing eighty, if she didn’t go home in time and spent the night alone in the park, she definitely wouldn’t make it. Fortunately, Grandma seemed to realize this too. Seeing the people around her becoming scarcer, she finally stood up. She stepped forward, grabbed a person and asked: “Have you seen my grandson Liam?” I knew that as long as Grandma asked someone, and the other party talked a bit more, they would understand Grandma’s situation and most likely take her to the police station. Once at the police station, Grandma could go home safely. Unfortunately, Grandma asked the wrong person. Because the person she grabbed was Sarah Miller. Sarah looked at Grandma, a hint of impatience in her tone: “Where did Liam go? Why are you here alone?” “It’s so late and he left an old lady like you alone in the park. He must be with…” 2 She didn’t say the last few words, perhaps out of respect for Grandma. But I knew what she meant. She wanted to say, he must be messing around with some wild woman again. See, even though I’ve been dead for four years, this woman hasn’t reduced her disgust for me at all. Grandma didn’t understand her meaning. Seeing Sarah, she was actually very happy. “Sarah, you haven’t been to my house for dinner in a long time. Don’t you like the dumplings Grandma makes the most? Tomorrow is your birthday, come to my house for dumplings.” “You young people should date properly. Liam is good in everything, just likes to hold things in.” “When Liam went out today, he said he was going to buy you a birthday present to give you a surprise tomorrow.” So Grandma’s memory was stuck on this day. At that time, we were still very much in love, inseparable like all couples passionately in love. And her childhood sweetheart hadn’t appeared yet. What a pity. Hearing this, Sarah’s mouth twitched into a sneer: “Grandma, this isn’t funny.” “Liam and I have already broken up.” “You said he went out to buy me a birthday present, I’m afraid he’s buying a birthday present for another woman.” Grandma was stunned: “You broke up? But Liam never told me.” “Sarah, don’t be angry. When Liam comes back, I’ll teach him a lesson!” The little old lady looked adorable when angry. I wanted to hug her and tell her not to be angry, but my body passed through Grandma’s body. It’s been four years, and I still haven’t gotten used to being just a soul. 3 Sarah laughed even harder. Obviously, she didn’t believe Grandma. “I said, we really broke up.” “If these are tricks Liam taught you, I’ll forgive it once.” “Please don’t mention his name in front of me again.” Just then, two ladies from the same neighborhood walked over and looked surprised to see Grandma. “Ma’am, it’s so late, why haven’t you gone back yet? Did you forget where you live again?” After speaking, she clicked her tongue and sighed to the other lady: “Speaking of which, this old lady is pitiful too. She depended on her grandson for survival. Who knew her grandson died four years ago, leaving just this old lady.” Yes, I died four years ago. I remember that birthday four years ago. I went out to buy her a gift full of joy, but saw her walking in pairs with another man in the mall. After walking out despondently, I received a private message from a stranger on social media. Opening it, there was a selfie of a man in a white shirt lying on messy white sheets in a hotel. Beside him, there was an exquisite and conspicuous brooch. Besides the photo, there was a sentence attached: They say childhood sweethearts can’t beat fate. Do you think I, this childhood sweetheart, can beat it? I recognized the brooch; it was the birthday gift I gave her. The reason I remembered so clearly was that although the brooch wasn’t very expensive, I handled everything from design to inlay myself. Sarah never disliked it and wore it even to major meetings. She said that was the symbol of our love. But now, this symbol appeared casually on another man’s bed. Only then did I know that love could be so cheap. 4 Hearing the ladies’ words, Sarah froze all over. Various emotions flashed across her face one after another. Finally, she asked in disbelief: “What did you say? Liam died?” “You’re lying to me, right? Liam must have told you to say this.” “This man is best at sweet talk.” The two ladies were quite shocked, supporting Grandma while muttering: “Who is this? Is she crazy?” “Exactly, who dares to lie about death? Isn’t that cursing people?” Grandma also seemed to remember at this time. She opened her mouth, lips trembling, and finally said: “Yes, Liam… Liam is gone…” Sarah stood there dumbfounded, looking somewhat ridiculous. And my wandering soul followed the two ladies supporting Grandma and floated back home together. I even rejoiced the moment Grandma entered the house, lucky Sarah didn’t follow. Perhaps because remembering my death, Grandma was very sad. The lonely little old lady sat on the sofa, her thin hands stroking my photo, weeping secretly. “Tell me, you boy, so young, why did you leave before Grandma?” I floated over to wipe her tears but missed, so I could only cry and comfort: “Grandma, Liam didn’t leave, Liam is right here.” Unfortunately, Grandma couldn’t hear. The doorbell rang at this time, followed by Sarah’s voice: “Grandma open the door, it’s me, I’m Sarah Miller.” I was shocked. No, can’t open the door for her. If she comes in and finds my old things… 5 I dared not think about the consequences. Grandma was a bit slow. Hearing the doorbell and the call, she turned her head slowly. She seemed to be thinking. Sarah’s voice came from outside the door again: “Grandma, just let me in.” “Liam, I calmed down and thought about it. How could you die? You just want to trick me into coming over.” “I’m here now, what are you pretending for? Open the door!” She banged on the door while pressing the doorbell violently. I was very angry. Her shouting like this would scare Grandma. She wasn’t like this before. Whether to me or Grandma, she would only speak softly, afraid of being too harsh. But now, besides ringing the doorbell, she had started pounding on the door. I was somewhat resentful and rushed to the door to warn her. As a soul, I passed directly through the door. Even if I was fuming, I could only pass through lightly. Because I couldn’t teach Sarah a lesson, I was a bit angry, and finally even cried out of anger. But I was just a soul, and even crying wasn’t as satisfying as before. I shouted angrily: “Yes, I am lying to you. Leave, hurry up and leave, best never come again in this life.” Just as I was losing my temper, a clatter came from inside the house. Afraid something happened to Grandma, I hurried back in. Fortunately, Grandma was sitting safely on the chair, only the photo frame in her hand fell on the floor. Grandma seemed to have just woken up, looking at the photo frame on the floor, bending over to pick it up. Then she held it in her hand, wiping my photo again and again. “Got dirty. Liam liked this photo the most. Luckily it didn’t break.” Yes, this was my favorite photo once. Because this photo was taken for me by Sarah Miller. Actually, I wanted to tell Grandma that this photo is no longer my favorite. My favorite is the photo of you and me by your hand.

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My roommate suddenly heard her boyfriend calling her from downstairs. She answered, and the next day she was dead. The dorm mother was terrified, saying it was a demon stealing souls, and warned us never to answer. But that night, the dorm mother herself called me from downstairs: “Rosie, run!” 1 It was finals week, and everyone was pulling all-nighters to study. At 3 AM. Roommate Hailey suddenly answered towards the window: “Yeah!” The rest of us were startled. She said she heard her boyfriend calling her from downstairs. We were all confused. How could we not hear someone shouting in the middle of the night? Just then, Hailey said “Yeah” again. Saying that, she walked towards the window, opened it, and actually jumped out. 2 The next day, Hailey didn’t make it. She died. The police checked all surveillance footage and found that Hailey’s boyfriend had never been there. In the end, it was ruled that Hailey committed suicide due to anxiety. But we all knew Hailey was possessed. Our roommate Ashley (the eldest) was so scared she went straight to live with her boyfriend. Chloe (the third oldest) and I also quickly packed up, planning to go back home for a while. Unexpectedly, just as we walked to the school gate, Chloe suddenly acted like she was possessed too, suddenly answering towards the road: “Yeah! Coming!” Saying that, she walked towards the middle of the road and was hit by a car and killed instantly. I was dumbfounded. It was obvious someone was calling her, deliberately luring her into the middle of the road. I was scared and ran quickly. At this time, the dorm mother suddenly grabbed me from behind, her face full of horror, saying: “Don’t go any further. Something has been following you. It will be unhappy.” I was scared out of my wits instantly. Immediately after, Ashley’s boyfriend called, saying Ashley was also dead. While they were eating, Ashley suddenly said to an empty seat next to her: “Yeah! Coming right now!” Then she stabbed chopsticks into her mouth, piercing through her head. My legs went soft, and I collapsed on the ground. 3 I begged the dorm mother to tell me what was going on, but she hemmed and hawed, daring not to speak. I knocked my head on the floor repeatedly until the dorm mother cried and helped me up, saying: “All three of them encountered a demon stealing souls. I didn’t expect that thing to come back after so many years.” But what exactly that thing was, and why it only harmed people in our dorm, the dorm mother dared not say anymore. She just repeatedly told me, no matter what I hear in the middle of the night, do not answer. Surviving three days would mean I’m safe. 4 I could only go back to the dorm and tough it out. I first taped my mouth shut, then put on headphones and turned the volume to the max. I controlled all possibilities of my soul being stolen, curling up under the covers and staring straight at the ceiling. Just like this, I lasted until dawn, hearing nothing. I went to find the dorm mother with excitement, but unexpectedly, she was dead. Her head was stuck in the fan, shredded by the blades, leaving only a bloody neck. The colleague who came to take over cried loudly, saying the dorm mother must have said something she shouldn’t have and was revenged by the demon. Then she cursed me as a jinx, saying I should be the one to die. Other students also cursed me as a dirty thing attracting evil, locking me in the dorm and not letting me come out to harm people. I was full of grievances and cried loudly. Just then, I suddenly heard the dorm mother calling me from downstairs: “Rosie! Run!” I shivered and was about to run when I suddenly realized: Could this be the demon mimicking the dorm mother’s voice to call me? Because that’s how Hailey jumped off the building. And when the dorm mother was alive, she also told me not to answer whatever I heard. Why would she call me from downstairs now? Thinking of this, I quickly covered my ears and buried my head under the covers. Unexpectedly, the dorm mother’s voice became louder, feeling like it was right next to my ear. “Covering ears is useless. Pierce your ears with an eyebrow pencil, and you won’t hear it.” Immediately after, my body became uncontrollable. “Harder! Harder!” The voice urged constantly. Seeing that I was about to pierce my eardrum, I was about to break down. Suddenly I saw a Sanskrit Heart Sutra on the bookshelf. I pulled it out subconsciously and pressed it against my ear. Instantly, a loud bell-like sound rang out. Everything went quiet. Only the sound of my heart beating at 220 beats per minute. 5 That Sanskrit Heart Sutra was given to me by Professor Wang, who taught us philosophy. He practiced both Buddhism and Taoism and must have a way to save me. I hurried to Professor Wang’s small courtyard. He was meditating in the Zen hall. Before I could speak, Professor Wang said he knew everything and asked me to show him my birth date characters first. Unexpectedly, after reading it, he frowned, saying I had a “ghost fate” in my horoscope and was targeted by that thing. But I also had too many inner demons, destined not to escape this calamity. I panicked and quickly knelt down to beg him to save me. Professor Wang sighed: “Sigh! Everything is debt. When can it be paid off?” I didn’t understand what he meant. Professor Wang didn’t say more, just signaled me to tie up my hair and expose my ears. He said he would use cinnabar to write a Heart Sutra around my ears so that the demon’s soul-stealing voice couldn’t enter my ears. As long as I survive tonight, I can live. I asked him what exactly that demon was and why the dorm mother said that thing came back. Professor Wang paused and said, if I want to live, don’t ask too much. The dorm mother’s death is a lesson. I dared not make a sound again. 6 Professor Wang burned incense and started writing. The cold brush tip constantly stimulated my ears. It felt like every stroke was scratching my most sensitive parts, and soon my lower body had burst its banks. But I felt very strange. How could such a sacred classic as the Heart Sutra arouse such great lust? It was definitely not as simple as physiological stimulation. My body trembled constantly, and I wanted to scream several times. Professor Wang told me to hold it in, saying this was the Heart Sutra suppressing my inner demons. Being without desire makes one strong; a calm heart brings stability. I had to nod, holding it in. Fortunately, it was finished quickly. Professor Wang told me, after going back, do not bathe, do not have lustful thoughts. And do not believe anyone’s words. Because once that thing knows I have the Heart Sutra drawn around my ears, it will borrow a body to send words, trying to make me wipe it off. At that time, even the Great Luo Immortal (a high-ranking deity in Taoism) won’t be able to save me. I kept it firmly in mind. 7 I hurried away from Professor Wang’s courtyard, feeling a bit more secure. Just then, a voice came. “Why is there an Evil Lust Curse written on your ears?” I shivered. Looking back, it was Lucas, a junior who had been pursuing me for a long time. “Wipe off the Evil Lust Curse quickly. Someone wants to harm you.” I panicked. Professor Wang just told me that the demon would borrow a body to confuse me. Didn’t expect it to be so fast, let alone possessing Lucas. I turned around and ran without a word. Unexpectedly, Lucas grabbed my wrist, gripping it painfully. “The Evil Lust Curse is to attract demons to copulate with you. Either you will conceive a ghost fetus, or you will be refined into a ghost sex slave. Wipe it off quickly.” Hearing him say this, I was instantly thrown into confusion. Because since I came out of Professor Wang’s place, my lower regions had been flowing non-stop. But I’ve known Lucas for more than half a year and never heard that he knew these Buddhist and Taoist arts. The more specific he was, the more I suspected he was possessed by the demon. I pushed him away and ran back to the dorm in one breath. Slammed the door shut. But my heart was still flustered and uneasy. I immediately took a selfie. Then compared it with the paper Sanskrit Heart Sutra. Fortunately, exactly the same. But I still felt uneasy. Because my body was still reacting constantly, making me blush. So I searched online for the official version. I was dumbfounded instantly. Not a single word was the same from beginning to end. But if this isn’t the Heart Sutra, why did it save my life last night? Just then, Lucas sent me a picture. It was a Sanskrit Evil Lust Curse in an ancient book. I compared the first three characters and was dumbfounded. They were exactly the same. But how could Lucas have these things? I was instantly thrown into chaos. After thinking about it, I decided to go directly to Professor Wang for verification. At the very least, he wouldn’t dare harm me in broad daylight.

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My sister and I were adopted from the orphanage. My sister chose the wealthy and powerful Preston family, the “Prince of Beijing” family. But the “Prince” had a peculiar temperament and tortured her daily. I chose the ordinary Shaw family. Although their money and power were far inferior to the Preston family, the whole family was extremely good to me. The young master of the Shaw family later became a new business tycoon, married me, and gave me a life full of happiness. My sister was crazy with jealousy and secretly strangled me to death. Opening my eyes again, my sister unhesitatingly snatched the life I had experienced and chose the Shaw family. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I almost laughed out loud. Did she think the young master of the Shaw family was a good thing? 1 I was reborn, back to the day my sister Lily and I were adopted. “Brother, I am well-behaved, sensible, and can do housework. Please adopt me.” Lily beside me grabbed the hand of Michael Shaw, the young master of the Shaw family. So she was reborn too. “Little girl, didn’t you just say you liked our family?” A wealthy lady spoke up. She was the mother of Lucas Preston, the “Prince of Beijing.” Lucas Preston himself did not come. “I suddenly don’t like your family anymore. Is that not okay?” After Lily finished speaking, she shrank behind Michael. Mrs. Preston was a little annoyed. “A person with such unstable disposition like you is not worthy of entering our Preston family!” Then, she looked at me gently: “Good girl, come with me. Our family also has a brother.” I nodded and reached out my hand. Lily beside me had triumph in her eyes. She seemed very satisfied with my reaction. But she didn’t know that I was more afraid of the viper-like Michael than the “Prince” with a peculiar temperament. In my past life, I frantically wanted to get rid of him. This life, she actually helped me out. Walking to the door with Mrs. Preston, she went to get the car. And Lily walked towards me at this moment, her eyes full of contempt looking at me. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I ignored her. Because I thought her behavior right now was like a clown! She thought this was a new life. But she didn’t know that she was jumping from one fire pit into another more dangerous one. 2 After being picked up by the Preston family, Mrs. Preston arranged a special room for me and hired various private tutors to train me in piano, dance, music, etc. She said: “Good girl, let me tell you the truth. I adopted a daughter just to find a suitable daughter-in-law.” “You have to work hard now. Lucas will return to China in a month. As long as he takes a liking to you then, your future life will be very easy. After all, the entire Preston family belongs to him.” In the past life, Lucas didn’t like Lily, so her life was very difficult. I didn’t dare to hope that the aloof and noble “Prince” would take a liking to me. I could only use other ways to help myself. A month later, the Preston family held a grand banquet. It was to celebrate Lucas’s return. Many prestigious families were also invited, and the Shaw family also came because they had cooperation with the Preston family. Lily saw me at a glance, wearing a white princess dress and walking towards me step by step. “Little sister, today will be the most humiliating moment in your life.” In the past life at this banquet, it was her first meeting with Lucas. Lucas frowned the first time he saw her. Then in front of everyone, he told her to get out. She was still clinging to Lucas shamelessly at that time, saying that she was his future wife. Lucas kicked her away with one foot. 3 I was also reborn, so knowing this outcome, I had already thought of a way for myself. Lily thought I would have the same end as her past life. But I’m afraid she’s going to be disappointed. When Lucas was about to enter, I blocked him in the room. This was my first meeting with him. He was a whole head taller than me, and his handsome face was full of indifference. Tsk tsk, he really isn’t easy to approach. I took out a plan and handed it to him. “I know you have a new project now and don’t know how to operate it. This is my plan. I guarantee you can make a profit.” I grew up in an orphanage. Although I didn’t go to school after graduating from high school, I had a strong business mind. In the past life, Michael could become a new business tycoon all because of me as a strategist. “How do you know I took over a new project?” Lucas took the plan and opened a few pages with his slender fingers. In the past life, this project belonged to Michael. When I first went to his house, he was very good to me. So I used my own plan to win this project for him from the partner. It’s just that without me in this life, I found out that the project fell to Lucas. “I investigated.” I smiled. “Mr. Preston, I can help you make project plans in the future.” “But there is one condition, that is, you have to live harmoniously with me in the Preston family in the future, but privately we live our own lives.” Lucas is a businessman and values interests most. If I can bring him value, he will definitely be tempted. Just when I thought he would agree, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “Understood, want to cooperate with me in exchange for peace, right?” “But didn’t my mom tell you that what she adopted was not a daughter, but looking for a daughter-in-law?” “I know, so what do you mean?” I looked at him doubtfully. He curved his lips in a smile and closed the plan. “Your plan is very good. After you marry me, your plans will be mine.” After speaking, he lifted his foot and left. And I was still immersed in what he said just now. What does it mean? Is this taking a liking to me? No! It must be because he wants me to make plans for him all my life that he said such things. 4 When we walked to the hall, Mrs. Preston pulled me and introduced me to the elders. “This is my future daughter-in-law. She has a good personality and looks pretty.” Everyone praised me one after another. Lily, who was beside Michael, looked at me with gloom in her eyes. She walked over with a wine glass and looked at Mrs. Preston. “Auntie, I heard that Mr. Preston just returned to China. I wonder if my little sister and Mr. Preston have met?” “Does he approve of this future wife?” Last time in the orphanage, she didn’t leave a good impression on Mrs. Preston. So much so that Mrs. Preston’s eyes were tinged with displeasure when she heard this. “None of your business!” “Our family affairs are not your turn to question. Who do you think you are?” Michael’s face turned pale when he heard this. “Sorry, Mrs. Preston, my sister is ignorant.” As soon as this remark came out, no one noticed that a haze flashed across his eyes. I saw too many of these looks in the past life. Every time was a sign that my nightmare was about to begin. I took a step back in fear, but accidentally bumped into a warm embrace. Turning my head to look, it turned out to be Lucas. “Be careful.” His eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle like water. Lily in front of me was almost exploding with anger. She must be thinking why Lucas’s attitude towards me was so good. “Mr. Preston, do you really like my little sister?” “Do you know that she is an orphan, and she was previously molested by someone!” Lily’s words made the whole venue quiet down. When I was sleeping in the orphanage before, my clothes were suddenly torn by a middle-aged man. He wanted to molest me, but fortunately, I resisted him with a vase. Afterwards, Lily went around publicizing that I had been molested by this man. Then she told me: “Little sister, guess who arranged that man?” At that moment, I realized that she deliberately framed me. Thinking of this, my fists were clenched tightly. Just as I wanted to speak, Lucas beat me to it. “Is that so?” He looked at Lily. Lily was extremely proud. “Yes, Mia was once by an old man years ago——” Before she finished speaking, she was kicked flying by Lucas. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was attracted. Michael’s face was full of embarrassment. “Mr. Preston, don’t be angry, it’s my fault for not disciplining my sister well.” “If I hear her slander my fiancée again in the future, I will make it impossible for her to stay in this city.” “Oh no, it should be you and your Shaw family get out of this city.” “This sister of yours should be properly disciplined.” Lucas’s voice was terrifyingly cold. Michael hurriedly bowed and scraped: “What Mr. Preston says is right, I will go and teach a lesson immediately.” Slap slap slap Michael went over and slapped Lily on the face left and right. “Ah, don’t hit, it hurts so much…” Lily’s screams filled the whole hall. Mrs. Preston also spoke up. “I have recognized this daughter-in-law. You all remember her name is Mia. If I hear anyone bullying her, I will pay it back tenfold!” “Is that satisfying?” Lucas put his arm around me and said softly. “That is really satisfying!” Even my mammary glands got cleared. 5 Because of the farce Lily created, the relationship between Lucas and I became closer instantly. Moreover, everyone knew that I was the daughter-in-law of the Preston family and respected me very much. As for Lily, she was dragged away by Michael with an angry face. In the past life, Michael didn’t reveal his nature at this time. But because this incident made him lose face today, it accelerated the exposure of his nature. I knew that Lily’s nightmare was about to begin. Don’t know if she can handle it? In the following time, Lily didn’t come to harass me. I also have time to make money and then leave this city. Because after rebirth, I understand a truth. Relying on oneself is the only way! However, when I was looking for a job, Lucas found me. He sent me a text: “Come to my company to help. I’ll give you a salary of 50k a month, and a bonus at the end of the year.” This is good, I just lack a high-paying job. I went happily. However, on the way, my mouth was suddenly covered by someone. When I woke up again, I was in a public toilet. The ground was covered with wet and slippery water stains and foul odors. In front of me was the old man who almost molested me before. He grinned revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: “When I screw you, you won’t be able to become Mrs. Preston.” “Oh right, forgot to tell you, I already notified the Preston family to come over.” I smiled: “Seems the vase last time didn’t hurt you.” “What do you mean?” I climbed up from the ground and took out a polished bright knife from my pocket. “Do you think having fallen on the road once, I will fall a second time?” Saying that, I cut my arm ruthlessly. Immediately, blood flowed straight out, and I smeared the blood everywhere on my body. At this time, the door was pushed open. “Mr. Preston, don’t beat my sister. She was just too lonely, so she found a man——” Lily stopped when she saw me covered in blood.

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To get revenge on me, Lucas Reed often brought different women home to spend the night. On nights like these, I would always make various noises. Either coughing violently all night. Or getting up every few minutes to drink water. Always creating all kinds of noise. But this didn’t affect him at all. The master bedroom door was always tightly closed. He probably thought I was deliberately making these noises, hoping he would come to see me. Actually, it wasn’t. I was terminally ill, just physically uncomfortable. However, in his view, I was a born liar with endless schemes. Later, the hospital finally announced that I had one month left, time to arrange my affairs. That day. He was leaning against the headboard smoking. I gave him the divorce papers. He sneered, “Done with all your tricks, now using divorce to get my attention?” He wouldn’t divorce. The day his “white moonlight” (first love) went abroad. He said, since I wanted to marry him so much, he would fulfill my wish, but he would make me realize that the most regrettable thing in my life was marrying him. Indeed, I regretted it. But it was all too late. I gave him the other diagnosis report in my hand. “Let’s divorce. You don’t want to carry the title of a widower, do you?” He took the diagnosis report stating I had only one month left, and his hands instantly trembled. He stood up abruptly. “Samantha Jones, damn it, is this your way of fighting me?” He panicked. He forcibly dragged me downstairs and stuffed me into the car. “Cure her, I command you to cure her.” Was he feeling heartache? But all this was too late, too late. 1 Evening. I ate dinner alone. Went into the bathroom. Dawdled in the bathroom for over an hour before coming out wrapped in a bathrobe. Just now in the bathtub. I actually passed out. In front of the mirror, I tied the bathrobe and touched my sharp chin. Any thinner, and I would be unsightly. I came out of the bathroom. The main door opened. Lucas Reed brought a girl back. Eyes met. The girl was scared. “Mr. Reed, she is…” Lucas wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist expressionlessly, “Ignore her, go wait in my room…” The girl glanced at me and went obediently. Only Lucas and I were left in the living room. The air seemed to have settled. Inside the bathrobe, my hands clenched tightly. Lips trembling. “Couldn’t you take her somewhere else?” He leaned against the wine cabinet, a smile on his lips, “Somewhere else? You wouldn’t see it somewhere else, wouldn’t the effect of disgusting you be greatly discounted?” At that moment. My heart ached so much I could hardly breathe. “Whatever.” Finally, I just dropped this sentence, went back to my bedroom, and closed the door. Sounds came from the master bedroom. I covered my ears. But the noise still reached my ears. I dug out my headphones and put them on. Finally could block out those decadent sounds. But in this dark night. The pain seeping into my cells clamored. I curled up into a ball. When a rusty taste spread in my throat. I moved my lips away, a smear of bright red under the lamp. Covered in sweat, I crawled up and stumbled into the bathroom. That night, I didn’t know how long I gritted my teeth in the bathroom, enduring the pain. And how many decadent sounds I heard. The pain on my body eased a little. I crawled up to clean the bloodstains in the bathroom. At this moment, the sounds from the master bedroom stopped, and the door opened. Movement in the living room. Followed by the sound of a beer can opening. “Mr. Reed… do you have any medicine?” The girl’s voice was soft and mushy. After a while. I heard Lucas’s voice, “I’ll buy it for you.” My heart twitched. Wiping the bloodstains on the floor. When the bathroom door was pushed. I happened to turn on the tap to wash my hands. “Is there… someone inside?” The girl’s voice. I didn’t make a sound, turned on the light. “There really is someone.” The girl said resentfully. Lucas, “Medicine will be here soon, what’s wrong?” “I want to wash up, my body feels too sticky.” After a while. Someone leaned against the door. Then the door was knocked twice, bang bang. “Are you done yet? Jojo wants to shower.” I lowered my head, speeding up washing the bloodstains off my hands. Pulled open the door and came out. Walked past him who was still leaning against the door. The girl went into the bathroom. Only then did I turn my head and glance at him. The sweat stains on his body hadn’t dried yet. Holding a beer can in his hand. Why? Must he make me so embarrassed? The master bedroom clearly has a bathroom, but he insisted on bringing her out. He just looked at me like this. Was that gaze triumph, satisfaction, or mockery? I looked away. Got a glass of hot water and put it on the coffee table. Looked down and took out various medicine boxes from the drawer. Then poured out pills one by one. He leaned against the screen, looking at me with a sneer. I arranged the medicine and looked at him quietly. What kind of look was that? He thought I was moaning without illness again, pretending to have a serious illness to get his attention, right? His expression was, Samantha Jones, act all you want, I won’t fall for it. I smiled. Picked up the pills one by one, lifted the water glass, and fed them into my mouth. Finally, tidied up the counter. Walked past him and returned to the room. When I was first diagnosed with leukemia. The doctor asked the family to come. I called him, but he hung up. I carried the medicine back. Indeed had thoughts, didn’t put it in the bedroom. Instead, put it in the drawer in the living room. As long as he opened the drawer one day, he could discover that I had a terminal illness. But half a year passed. He actually didn’t discover it once. Let alone half a year. Even today when I took medicine in front of him, he thought I was acting. Closed the door. I suddenly wanted to laugh. Wonder if the day I die. Will he regret a little bit? His wife once took anti-leukemia medicine in front of him. But he thought it was a wonderful play, at least a play he didn’t fall for. 2 The next day. The girl left. He wasn’t home either. The nanny cooked and left. I drank two mouthfuls of porridge groggily. Got up and walked to the French window. A large patch of warm sunlight spilled here. I raised my fingertips and touched the glass. Seemed to want to touch the light outside. But couldn’t touch it. In college, my eyes were on Lucas Reed. And Lucas Reed’s eyes were on Faye. Faye and I once participated in the same group of campus activities. Also at that time. I found that Faye and I were completely opposite personalities. She didn’t like to express herself, but her self-esteem was particularly strong. Often because of a sentence. She would feel aggrieved and shed tears aside. Because I liked Lucas Reed, many people thought I deliberately bullied her. Starting from that year, my reputation became super bad. And the way Lucas looked at me became cold. The year of graduation. Faye chose to go abroad. Unfoundedly, many people rumored that I domineeringly drove Faye away. Before leaving, she just met me once and told me she was leaving. And, she took the initiative to find me. The day Faye went abroad. Lucas found me and said since I liked him so much, let’s get a marriage certificate. I was bewildered. At that time, I was still too young. Although I felt getting a certificate like this was a bit risky, I still felt I loved him enough and had the ability to make him fall in love with me. I went with him to get the certificate. And from then on, opened the door to his humiliation and revenge on me. I was really stupid at the time. Thinking he asked me to get a certificate, at least he liked me a little bit, right? Unexpectedly, it was all revenge. But what did I do wrong? I didn’t hurt Faye. I didn’t drive her away. But no one believed me. 3 At the beginning of the marriage. I tried hard to change his view. Washing hands to make soup. The arrangement of the home was also all arranged according to his preferences. He got angry. I wouldn’t quarrel with him either. Mrs. Reed was sick, and I also took care of her dutifully. No matter how late he came back from social engagements. I hadn’t slept yet, would cook the hangover soup and bring it to him. And prepare bath water for him. Also learned a set of massage techniques, massaging him when he had a headache. … But these never got a single good word from him. His face was always cold. He rarely touched me. Touching me was definitely rough, not gentle at all. To get his attention. Once when cutting fruit, I deliberately cut my finger. Showed it to him with red eyes. “Hubby, my hand is bleeding, it hurts so much.” But he smiled and pushed my finger away. “Deliberately cutting a slit, you really have means?” I had a fever. I ran to nest in his arms. “Hubby, my head is so hot, feel it.” He pushed me away and continued working. “If you’re sick, find a doctor, why find me?” Even once. I was bitten by his friend’s Tibetan Mastiff. He didn’t even come to help me up. Watching coldly with his friend aside. I limped to the hospital alone to get a vaccine. That day, I walked down from the mountain for a long, long time. It also rained heavily. Soaked all over. Walking, walking, I didn’t know if it was rain or tears flowing on my face. Finally, helplessly squatted down, covering my face. Also since then. I was no longer enthusiastic towards him. Most things at home, I no longer did myself, hired a cooking auntie. No matter how late his social engagements were, I didn’t wait for him anymore. Actively moved out of the master bedroom. Sleeping in the same room, he was also very domineering, always occupying a large area of the bed. Sometimes I woke up. Actually sleeping on the floor. His heart couldn’t be warmed. After the leg injury healed. I was silent for a while. Proposed divorce to him. I thought he would agree very readily. But unexpectedly, he tore up the agreement I handed over. He sneered, “Can’t stand it already? This is just the beginning.” A few days later. I heard from alumni that Faye seemed to have had an accident abroad. But what exactly happened wasn’t clear. For several days in a row, Lucas didn’t come back. And on this day, while pruning flowers and plants, I suddenly started having a nosebleed. Drop by drop, dripping on the flowers and plants. I looked up, but couldn’t stop this surge. The pliers in my hand fell abruptly. I thought of my mother who died from bleeding when I was young. I rushed to the hospital. After a series of checkups. I sat blankly on the chair. In the doctor’s office. The old doctor pushed his glasses frame, flipping through the sheets one by one, looking as solemn as earth. Finally just shook his head. On my diagnosis sheet, finally only five words were written, Acute Leukemia. “Leukemia, is there a difference between acute and chronic?” Facing my numb questioning, the old doctor sighed heavily, “Acute only has three months to a year, while chronic leukemia, some can live for about ten years.” Is that so? I looked down at the word acute on the sheet, hands trembling slightly. The sheet was soaked with water stains. I still have many things to do? Forget it. Do it in the next life if there is one. 4 When I returned home pinching the sheet. Lucas, who had disappeared for five days, was back. He sat on the sofa. I lowered my head, changing shoes. Was stunned by a pair of red high heels at the door. Looked up again. A girl came out of his bedroom. “Mr. Reed, earring caught in hair.” He put down his phone. “Come here.” The girl went over and sat next to him. He helped her gently tease the tangled hair strands. The posture of the two was also full of ambiguity. He looked up, looked over, a trace of interest hanging on his lips. After untangling, he pulled the girl into his arms, leaning against the sofa together. Only I, frozen in place like petrified. Just now, the doctor asked me to notify the family. I knew the call wouldn’t be answered. Still tried to dial. Sure enough, hung up by him after one ring. Turns out, he wasn’t busy at all. Just busy coaxing beauties. And this beauty, I looked over, side profile looked quite like Faye. I came back to my senses. Lowered my head and continued changing shoes. Went to the bedroom, closed the door. 5 That day. After Lucas left with the girl. I put the medicine in the drawer in the living room. Just wondering, what would be his reaction if he saw it one day. However, he never opened that drawer. On the contrary. Since that day. He often brought girls back. From bringing them back at first, to staying overnight at home later. Sometimes, didn’t even close the door. Their laughter and teasing sounds clearly reached my ears. I also knew what happened to Faye. She was cheated into marriage abroad, lost her body and heart, was beaten, and had a mental breakdown. The girls Lucas brought back all had similarities to Faye. He was taking revenge on me for Faye. But after once or twice. I became numb too. Mainly, I was counting days to live myself. Where could I still care about outside matters. Even this man I once loved to the bone, now, I seemed to be numb. However, I didn’t want the title of Mrs. Reed at all. I had to find a way to remove this title. 6 Within half an year. After bringing back twenty girls. Lucas stopped. He seemed tired of playing. And the days at home also increased. However, when I say increased, I just mean he might be home on a certain afternoon of the weekend. My body actually endured for six months. But, it should be about time. Now, even if I don’t move at home and do nothing, I look sickly. This day. There was sunlight outside. I wrapped myself in a thick sweater, wrapped myself like a zongzi (rice dumpling), shrinking at the foot of the sofa, closer to natural light. Since getting sick, I often broke out in cold sweats and felt cold. His bedroom door opened abruptly, and he came out. He walked two steps, stopped abruptly in the living room, and looked at me. I felt the gaze and glanced at him. He stood there tall and long, with suspicion in his eyes. He opened his lips, “It’s so hot, why are you wrapped up so much?” He seemed not to have spoken to me for a long time. I was in a trance for a moment. I replied, “Because it’s cold, why else?” His brow furrowed. “Cold?” I nodded. His face, impeccable from three hundred and sixty degrees, was now clouded over. He turned back and sat down on another sofa, seeming to look at me seriously. Rare, he should haven’t looked at me seriously for a very, very long time. “I heard from the auntie that your appetite is very small now, can’t even eat half a small bowl?” I wrapped the shawl tighter and looked at him. “You care about me?” Eyes met. His expression was still dignified. Maybe my thin and pale face was really worrying to look at. However, my body got worse and worse under his nose. He never suspected if I was seriously ill. Just when I had a little expectation. He got up, slender fingers taking the car key. “Go to the hospital if you are sick. Don’t think not eating and making yourself look like this will provoke heartache. Some people are not worth heartache in a lifetime.” Expectation dashed again. I sneered. He, walking to the hallway, turned his head. Seemed uncomfortable with my sneer. But I no longer looked at him. Turned my head to look at the sunlight outside. He seemed to pause for a while. But in the end, the door slammed shut with a bang.

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When I was seven, Dad brought home a girl and told me to treat her like my own sister. Later, I found out she was the child of his late “white moonlight” (first love). After that day, Dad’s gaze never fell on me again. My “sister” was in poor health, so Dad spent most of his time at the hospital. Even when Mom passed away, he couldn’t make it back to see her one last time. He apologized to me: “If you’re angry, take it out on Dad. Don’t blame your sister, she’s not well.” In the past, I would have turned the world upside down. This time, I just looked at the father and daughter indifferently: “As long as she’s okay.” 1 Mom’s funeral ended. Dad cried until he was a tearful mess; it took several people to pull him up. Long after returning home, he was still holding a box, lost in thought. That was the first gift he ever gave Mom, a box she couldn’t bear to throw away. Seeing me enter, he hurriedly got up and ran towards me, almost tripping: “Did your mother leave any words for me?” I glanced at Sarah, who stood timidly behind him, and shook my head: “Mom left in great pain, she couldn’t say anything.” Dad noticed my gaze, shifted his steps slightly, and subtly shielded Sarah. Even so, he was still worried and added: “Dad is sorry to you, this is all Dad’s fault. If you’re angry, take it out on Dad, don’t blame your sister, she’s not well.” There were still faint scars on his arm, made by me. My reputation for being rebellious and unfilial was known far and wide; I would get physical with my own father at the drop of a hat. And my dad was known as a good man, gentle, considerate, never even speaking a harsh word to anyone. Everyone’s eyes were telling me, go ahead and make a scene, just like usual, find a handy tool and smash it at them. But this time, I only felt exhausted. I understood why Mom told me before she left not to make trouble like before, that it would be very tiring. She had been tired for over a decade and didn’t want me to be like her. She wanted me to walk out, leave here, leave that home. “As long as Sarah is okay.” Dad’s eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief. I turned around holding Mom’s portrait and went into my room, closing the door. Over the years, to treat Sarah’s illness, the family’s savings were almost gone. The house was sold, the car was sold, and the current home was rented for us by my uncle. Sarah’s illness was almost cured, but my mom passed away because there was no money for timely treatment. In the afternoon, I went out and dyed my eye-catching red hair black, and combed up my heavy bangs. I wandered the streets for a while, not knowing where to go, and went to the cemetery again. I wanted Mom to see, she liked me looking well-behaved and spirited the most. When I returned, Dad was cooking, and Sarah was helping on the side. The two were talking about something, their faces beaming with smiles. Sarah even posted a moment on social media: [I have the best dad in the world.] The accompanying picture was a beautiful dress. I casually liked it, and the post was deleted very quickly. Sarah looked at me, her small face pale. Dad hurriedly walked over to explain: “Emily, she… she couldn’t wear dresses before because of her illness, just commemorating it, don’t be angry.” “It looks nice.” The two looked at each other, confused. I sat at the dinner table: “What’s for dinner tonight?” Sarah hurriedly brought the dishes out, surprised: “Sister dyed her hair back?” Only then did Dad notice: “Why did you think of dyeing your hair black?” I shrugged: “The school doesn’t allow students to have red hair.” Before, I always went against Sarah. She liked wearing white, I wore black. She was well-behaved and sensible, I was rebellious and flashy. I wanted to be different from this good child in everything. I thought, this way Dad would definitely see me, blame me, scold me, right? After all, before Sarah came, he devoted all his efforts to educating me, giving me everything he could. But no, he never scolded me for this. Actually, he never noticed my changes. His eyes only fell on Sarah, so I bullied Sarah, putting cigarette ash in her cup, deliberately spilling soup on her white clothes. Sure enough, Dad got angry and hit me for the first time. Mom had a huge fight with him because of this. Sarah was scared into an episode, and Dad took Sarah away from home for half a year. Finally, it was my uncle who came to mediate and took Mom to apologize before he came back. At night, I got up to drink water and found Dad hadn’t slept yet. He was sitting on the sofa mending clothes, Sarah’s school uniform. “Emily? Up for water?” “Mm.” He held the clothes somewhat awkwardly: “Dad will mend yours after finishing Sarah’s.” “I mended mine.” His eyes widened, staring at me motionlessly. Before, I would throw the clothes directly on his head, ordering him to mend them for me. If they weren’t torn, I would deliberately tear them. Whatever Sarah had, I had to have too. I thought by making a fuss, I would get it. Now, I don’t care anymore. After drinking water, I went in to study. I promised Mom I would get into college. 2 Over the past few years, I had fallen behind too much in my studies, and the teachers had given up on me. Fortunately, I called the teacher just now to ask about homework. Seeing the sake of my late mother, she told me kindly and suggested I buy some basic workbooks to start from the simplest. The next day at school, classmates and teachers were surprised to see me like this. The homeroom teacher nodded: “Look how spirited you look now. Before you looked like a little delinquent, what was good about that?” I stood up and bowed to apologize to the teachers: “Before, I was ignorant and caused trouble for all the teachers. I will study hard in the future.” If it weren’t for my mom repeatedly going to the school to plead with teachers and leaders, I would have probably been expelled long ago. I did these things to get Dad’s attention, but it only implicated Mom. He never came once. Many classmates thought I was from a single-parent family. The teacher even made a special home visit to help me. As a result, seeing that I was actually sisters with the model student Sarah, she sighed helplessly: “Growing up in the same family, how can there be such a big difference?” Dad hurriedly pulled Sarah to pour water for the teacher, humbly and flatteringly saying: “Our Sarah is in poor health, we still have to trouble the teacher to take care of her at school.” Mom and I stood silently aside. When Mom left, she left me some money. It was the college fund she had saved for me over the years. I signed up for online courses and studied like crazy for a month. My grades finally weren’t so infuriating. Sarah’s birthday arrived too. It was her eighteenth birthday, and Dad meant to organize a good one. However, our family had no money to eat out. He cooked himself and asked Sarah to invite friends to play at home. Mom’s portrait was still hanging in the house; her “first seven days” (mourning period) hadn’t even passed. The kitchen was full of ingredients Dad prepared, all Sarah’s favorites. “Sarah can’t eat spicy food.” Seeing me chopping Thai chili peppers, he said. I ignored him and continued chopping. He suddenly walked over, grabbed my hand, and snatched the knife away: “I told you, Sarah can’t eat spicy food. She just recovered from her illness. What do you want to do?” He shouted a few sentences and wasn’t satisfied, then earnestly educated me: “It’s your sister’s eighteenth birthday today. Let’s not make trouble, okay? Can we let her have a happy birthday? Consider it Dad begging you.” What about my eighteenth birthday? My eighteenth birthday was spent in the hospital with Mom. He didn’t even say happy birthday. It wasn’t until the next day when he saw the cake bag in the ward that he remembered and made up for it with a gift bought casually at the hospital entrance. “Sister.” Sarah screamed, “Your hand.” Only then did I feel a burning pain in my palm. Blood flowed down my fingertips to the floor. My palm was cut by the knife with a thin and long slit. Not deep, but a lot of blood gushed out. Dad was startled and hurriedly threw the knife on the cutting board. “Emily, Dad didn’t mean to.” His voice trembled a little, looking at my face carefully, “Dad will take you to the hospital to bandage it right now.” I pushed his hand away: “It’s Sarah’s birthday today.” His movement stopped. “I’ll go by myself. It’s not serious anyway.” After speaking, I took my phone and ID card and walked out of that home. I didn’t see Dad looking at my back for a long time at the door, murmuring: “Has Emily changed?” 3 I didn’t go to the hospital, just found a pharmacy and bandaged it myself. Then I went to the bookstore, bought test papers, and started working on them. I got seven out of ten questions wrong. Angry, I slammed my injured hand on the table, the pain almost making me jump up and scream. “Even if you self-harm, you still won’t know it. It’s an IQ problem.” I turned my head and saw Lucas Reed sitting behind me. He curled his lip and smiled maliciously: “It’s really rare to see you here.” He is the academic god. Before, I never felt how amazing he was. But a few days ago, the teacher proudly announced that he got full marks in math again. And me, thirty points. Thinking of this, my eyes couldn’t help but fill with adoration. “Hehe, we’ll meet often here in the future.” He shrank back: “Whoever you are, get out of Emily’s body quickly.” I wasn’t angry at all, brazenly moved quickly to his side: “Teach me.” He glanced casually: “Choose B.” “Why?” “Can only choose B.” Me: “…” All afternoon, I forgot my injured hand and almost gave the academic god a heart attack in the library. When it was getting dark, I packed up to go home. Lucas had a dark face. The moment he walked out of the library, he said hatefully: “I hope I never meet someone as stupid as you again in this life.” “Hehe.” He stepped back a few steps in fright: “What? Don’t even think about it.” My eyes reddened instantly: “You know, my mom just passed away. Her biggest wish was…” “Okay, okay, okay.” He raised his hands in surrender. “If you’re not afraid of being humiliated and scolded by me, I have nothing to be afraid of.” “Thank you, thank you.” I excitedly held his hand, “My mom will definitely come to thank you personally from the netherworld.” “Thank Auntie for me, personally is really not necessary.” The bus came, I ran over quickly, and sincerely thanked him again. This afternoon, I suffered the most insults since birth. Lucas is smart, studies well, looks good, and comes from a good family, but has almost no pursuers because his mouth is too poisonous. However, amidst the scolding, I completed a test paper for the first time. Turns out, doing problems can also be so fulfilling. When I went back, Sarah’s birthday party was over. As soon as I entered, Dad hurried over, made a “shh” gesture, and pointed to Sarah’s room. Only then did I hear sobbing coming from inside. “She invited a friend but he didn’t come, she’s sad, don’t provoke her.” I pushed him away and turned into my own room. After a while, Dad knocked and came in again: “How’s the hand? What did the doctor say?” As he spoke, he handed over an exquisite gift box from behind: “This is what Dad bought specially for you.” Inside must be a hairpin. I have received many identical ones. Every time he lost his temper with me because of Sarah, he would buy something to coax me. The price isn’t high, incomparable to Sarah’s gifts, but it’s wrapped by him personally, exquisite and beautiful, making it seem like he values and cherishes this daughter very much. But, I am just this spineless. Every time I received it, my resentment towards him dissipated, and then I sat happily in the corner, telling myself that he must love me. He only treats Sarah so well because of her poor health. “Thanks.” I took the gift and put it casually on the desk, then continued doing problems. He stood by my side, watched for a long time, and finally sighed and went out. When I came out after showering, I saw Sarah standing in front of my desk, wearing that new dress. She didn’t notice me coming in, just focused on examining my test paper, her hands trembling slightly. “Who let you in?” She turned around a beat slow, looking at me with red eyes. Only then did I see what she was holding was the test paper I snatched from Lucas. “This, this, where did you get this from?” A young girl’s thoughts are just this obvious. Actually, I discovered her crush on Lucas earlier than she did. “Do you think I stole it?” I walked slowly to her and took the test paper. There was no name written on it, but she recognized it at a glance. Like him this much? “Sister,” she also realized her loss of composure and hurriedly changed the subject, “I came to bring you cake, saved specially for you.” She held the cake carefully, looking at me. “Thanks, but I ate out with Lucas today, very full.” Her smile nearly cracked, but she still tried hard to maintain it: “Is, is that so? Then, I’ll put it in the fridge first.” Watching her fleeing back, I felt somewhat carefree in my heart, but this pleasure of revenge was fleeting and didn’t stay long. Over the years, Sarah tried every way to please me and my mom. No matter how I bullied her, she just wiped her tears secretly, and after wiping tears, followed my butt calling sister this and sister that. However, no matter what efforts she makes, it cannot cover up the fact that because of her, our family fell apart. The next day, as soon as I arrived in class, Lucas came over brazenly and snatched my schoolbag: “I’m checking if you slacked off last night.” Then, while checking, he scolded me as a pig over my wrong answers. I looked up slightly and saw Sarah looking at Lucas, looking somewhat pitiful. Feeling wronged just like this? Perhaps, I should be more intimate with Lucas to make her suffer more. But I couldn’t do it no matter what, finally just sat silently in my seat. “You can get this question wrong too? Do you really have no brain, or are you deliberately angering me?” I lay on the table, answering honestly: “Really no brain.” Lucas was stunned, coughed twice, and actually started explaining to me. With Lucas helping me, my grades indeed improved relatively fast. By the end of the first mock exam, I was no longer at the bottom of the class. The teacher even specially issued a certificate to praise me, asking me to call my dad over, saying he wanted to award me in front of the parent. Since I went astray and rebellious, I had never received a certificate again. “My dad doesn’t have time.” The teacher was somewhat disappointed. But when I got home, I saw Dad made a big table of dishes saying to celebrate my progress. Seeing Sarah beside him, I knew what was going on. “Sister, these are all made by Dad specially for you.” I looked at the table full of bland dishes. Made for me? “Let’s eat.” I ate without tasting, then went into the room. Sarah whispered: “Sister seems unhappy?” Dad answered her: “Your sister has had this bad temper since she was little, unpredictable, don’t mind her.” When I was about to sleep, Dad knocked and came in, praising my progress again, and saying he would make me nutritious meals every day. “Just say it if you have something.” He was interrupted by me from painting a big picture (making empty promises), and wasn’t angry. After thinking for more than ten seconds, he said: “I remember your mom left two gold bracelets, right?” 4 My heart lifted instantly, looking at him warily. “Although Sarah’s surgery was successful, this medicine still needs to be taken for a while, so Dad thought…” “Don’t even think about it.” To treat Sarah’s illness, everything in the house that could be sold was sold. Only these two gold bracelets were left by Grandma. My mom had a huge fight with him and almost jumped off the building to keep them. This also became the only thought Mom left for me besides the pile of old clothes and shoes given by others. “Don’t worry, when Sarah gets better, Dad will definitely return them to you.” I stood up, trying hard to control my anger: “How return? This is what Mom left me, can you buy them back?” “No no no,” he waved his hands repeatedly, “Dad will definitely buy a pair of better ones for you.” “Get out.” I pointed at the door, “Do you have a conscience? What kind of life have Mom and I lived for Sarah these years? Now that she’s dead, you still covet her things. Are you human?” His face instantly turned cold, but after a few seconds, he looked like a good old man again: “Dad has been unfair to you these years, but Sarah is the sister who grew up with you. Are you going to watch her die?” “What does her life or death have to do with me?” I shouted at him hoarsely, “It’s best if she dies.” Slap!!! I lost my balance and fell to the ground. My left face went numb instantly, and my ears were buzzing. It took a long time for the dizziness to disappear, and my face followed with burning pain. “Do you still look like a daughter? I came to discuss with you because my temper is too good.” Saying that, he was about to push me away to find things. However, turning my room upside down, he couldn’t find those two bracelets. “Where are the things?” “Sold.” “Where’s the money?” I smiled coldly: “Spent.” “You…” He raised his hand to hit me again but was hugged by Sarah who rushed in suddenly. “Dad, I still have medicine, don’t hit sister.” I don’t know how much sincerity was in her persuasion, and I didn’t care to check. David Song (Dad) pointed at me with trembling fingers: “Get out.” I slowly got up, packed my few clothes into my schoolbag, took my ID: “Do you think I want to stay in this house?” If it weren’t for Mom’s shadow here, I wouldn’t want to look at them again. I put on my bag and strode out. David Song was still cursing behind me: “If you leave today, don’t think about entering this house again.” “Don’t worry,” my steps didn’t stop, “I won’t come back.”

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My distant aunt passed away and left me a huge inheritance. But the condition for inheriting it was to raise her autistic grandson. 1 “How much?” I asked the lawyer. He pushed up his glasses and stated a number I couldn’t refuse. “Real estate not included,” he added. My eyes lit up. I patted my knees, dirty from moving packages. “Deal. I’ll sign.” “Miss Chen, do you accept the additional condition?” “Raising a person? With this much money, how could I not?” Lawyer Wu said discontentedly, “He is not an ordinary person. You might need to understand this group of people with such problems carefully.” I thought for a moment: “Okay, let’s meet first.” At noon the next day, I arrived at the agreed location a few minutes late. The team leader at the company exploited employees for a long time. The number of interns he scolded to tears in a team was countless. If it weren’t for earning money to pay off debts, I would have run away long ago. 2 As soon as I arrived, I saw Lawyer Wu from a distance. He pointed to a flower shop not far away, looking slightly helpless: “He’s over there. Go over and I’ll tell you.” I walked into this ridiculously large flower shop with him. It was more like a small botanical garden than a flower shop. “Luke loves plants. His major abroad was also botany. You must remember that his only interest and hobby is plants.” I was surprised: “You mean he can also study?” Lawyer Wu looked at me speechlessly: “He is autistic, not stupid.” I nodded awkwardly. Lawyer Wu reminded me: “If you can’t make him accept you as family, you will lose the right to inherit the estate.” “Then what is the standard for measuring his acceptance of me?” “He is willing to live with you.” Lawyer Wu tirelessly stated the precautions. My gaze was suddenly attracted by a figure in front. 3 The person was tall, thin, and pale, with clear black and white eyes, very pure, looking intently at the potted plant in front of him. Sunlight fell on him through the transparent skylight, plating a layer of fine light. He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped the leaves. “Are you sick?” His voice was very soft. “Is it him?” I asked Lawyer Wu. He held his glasses and nodded cautiously. “Luke, your little aunt is here.” I hurried to wave my hand: “I’m not much older than him. Just call me by my name.” But obviously Luke was more familiar with Lawyer Wu. Without raising his head, he repeated: “Little Aunt.” I tentatively walked up to him: “Like this tree?” He seemed not to hear me speaking, just gently stroking the leaves, like healing the tree. When leaving the flower shop, I bought that potted plant and gave it to Luke. When he took it, he said thank you very softly. According to the contract agreement, I took Luke to live with me. After successfully passing three months, I would be able to obtain the entire inheritance. 4 The apartment I rented wasn’t big, but living for two people was completely fine. Besides, it was close to where I worked, so I never thought of moving out. Luke was obviously very restrained coming to the new environment. The only things he said to me were “Where is Grandma” or “Where is Uncle Wu.” I didn’t hide it from him: “Grandma passed away. Uncle Wu is busy. You will live with me from now on, okay?” He didn’t speak. I thought he agreed. When I came back from work, he was gone. I was so anxious that I didn’t even change my shoes and was about to go out to find him. Suddenly I heard movement on the balcony. I walked over and looked. He was shrunk in the corner of the balcony, hiding behind the flower stand. He sat quietly on the ground, like a silent plant. I pushed aside the dense spider plants. He subconsciously raised his head, his eyes clear. I breathed a sigh of relief: “Time to eat.” 5 He didn’t get up, only asked me: “Where is Grandma?” “Passed away. Did you forget?” After a good while, he blinked: “Grandma passed away.” “Come out, eat first.” He hid further inside, covering his ears forcefully. “Don’t like here, want to go home.” Helpless, I coaxed: “Send you home after eating.” He hesitated and dawdled for a good while before coming out. Lawyer Wu said Luke had been treated and grew up abroad since he was ten years old, and needed some time to adapt to domestic life. At the dinner table, he ate half a bowl of rice anyway. I breathed another sigh of relief. This feeling was very wonderful. He was like a rare plant transplanted to my home, and I was just a novice craftsman who needed to regulate all elements well to ensure he could survive. After all, he was really my money tree. 6 “Awesome.” I touched his head praisingly. He didn’t reject it and also touched his own head. His hair was fluffy and soft, just like the touch of Taxus chinensis (Chinese yew). The Taxus chinensis was the potted plant I gave him. After eating, he put the bowls into the kitchen, then turned back and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” “There is no dishwasher here, but Auntie puts the bowls in the dishwasher.” I rolled up my sleeves: “It’s okay. Go play.” He stood at the kitchen door looking at me for a good while before walking away, alive like a rich young master who had never seen poverty life. When I finished cleaning up the kitchen, he was talking to the potted plant to himself. I approached while mopping the floor. Listening carefully, he was repeating the characteristics of this type of plant. The professional terms he said made me confused. After he finished speaking, I tried to talk to him: “Are you talking to it?” “I am talking to you.” “Got it. I’m listening.” He seemed a little happy, squatting in front of the spider plants to talk again. Could hear that he was very familiar with the habits of these plants. When I finished mopping the floor, he got up and said: “Little Aunt, I want to go home.” 7 “Don’t you want to live with me?” “I live with Grandma.” “Grandma passed away. She let me take care of you. You will live with me from now on, okay?” He got anxious upon hearing this: “No good. Don’t want Little Aunt.” I rubbed my forehead. Problems just after getting home. “I want to go home.” He repeated stubbornly. I had a brainwave, pointing at a few half-dead flowers and plants on the windowsill. “What will happen to them if you leave? No one helps me take care of them, they will die.” He was stunned, his expression a bit tangled. I squatted in front of him, put my palms together very sincerely. “Help me take care of them, okay? Please.” “When they bloom, I will go home.” Listening to this meaning, he agreed to stay. 8 I catered to his likes and arranged the home into a botanical garden. Plants were the medium for communicating with Luke. After getting along for a month, he at least got used to my existence. Luke was quite talented in raising flowers and plants. My jasmine on the balcony that never bloomed actually developed many flower buds. He could even know what time period the flowers opened, sitting by the balcony waiting in the middle of the night, and shaking me awake as soon as the flowers opened. I rubbed my sleep-filled eyes and was pulled by him to look at the flowers. When Luke was happy, his eyes would shine with sparkling starlight, and those eyes became more lively. “Does Sarah like flowers?” He asked me. Since I told him my name, he would take turns calling. “Like.” I yawned. “There are many, many flowers at home. Uncle Wu said someone helps me take care of them, but I want to go home.” He was talking about the home abroad. Luke had a three hundred square meter greenhouse there. “I’ll accompany you back when I have holidays.” He didn’t refuse me this time and smiled and said good. 9 Returning home from work this day, the neighbor grandmother’s eyes looking at me were incorrect. She shook her head, sighed and walked past me. My face was full of question marks, and the door was pushed open. Qin Kaiyang looked at me with sarcastic eyes: “Okay you Sarah Chen, broke up less than two months ago, and brought a wild man home?” I pushed him away. Luke was bringing dishes to the table. “Little Aunt, time to eat.” I gave Qin Kaiyang a slap backhand: “You fucking let him cook?!” Qin Kaiyang covered his face and roared: “Fucking I cooked! He insisted on serving!” 10 At the dinner table, it fell into a weird silence. After a good while, I opened my mouth: “Give me back the key.” “Enough heartless you.” Qin Kaiyang folded his arms, looking up and down at Luke, “He is a relative from Chen Zhendong’s side, can count as your nephew?” “If he can find me, it counts.” I said. Qin Kaiyang knew I was a reorganized family. Chen Zhendong was my stepfather. His business failed and he died of a heart attack, leaving a buttload of debts. Qin Kaiyang twitched the corners of his mouth: “It’s fine you pay debts for Chen Zhendong, but still pick up such a big burden to carry, are you out of your mind?” “You don’t understand.” This is not a burden, it’s a money tree. He shouted: “I’m preparing to study abroad, leaving in a few days.” I was expressionless: “Congratulations.” “I said I want to study abroad and you have no reaction? Don’t you want to keep me?” Before I spoke, Luke suddenly said: “Don’t want him to stay.”

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Seven years ago, Lucas Reed and I broke up because we were from different worlds. Seven years later, I’m a corporate executive earning a million a year. And Lucas, bankrupt, has become a delivery guy. Looking at the still handsome man in front of me, I casually handed him a bank card. “Five thousand a month. I’ll be your sugar mommy.” Lucas accepted the card with utter humiliation. The day after he moved into my place, I accidentally heard him on the phone: “I’m busy, don’t bother me with small projects worth five hundred million.” 1 I never thought my reunion with Lucas would be so dramatic. “Hello ma’am, your delivery.” Lucas held the bag with one hand, slowly putting away his impatient expression. He narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down several times before asking in disbelief: “Sophia?” I looked up at Lucas in a daze. Haven’t seen him for seven years, he’s still so handsome. The yellow delivery uniform worn on his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs looked like luxury haute couture. Earlier this year, I heard classmates chatting occasionally, saying Lucas’s family seemed to have gone bankrupt. I didn’t take it to heart at the time. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter what happened to the Reed family, they were much better off than us ordinary people, not my place to sympathize. But I never expected Lucas to be reduced to delivering food. Graduated from a prestigious school, looking like a supermodel, what job couldn’t he find? Why deliver food? Lucas, how have you been these years? Are you married? Do you have kids? A thousand words turned into one sentence on my lips: “You’re late.” Lucas was stunned, then chuckled, his eyes curved like crescents. “Sophia, haven’t seen you for years, you’re still so funny.” I just looked at him silently. I understand, I understand everything. The favored son of heaven fell to the mortal world, and was bumped into by his ex-girlfriend at his most down-and-out moment. Besides using jokes to alleviate embarrassment, he could do nothing. 2 “You have an order that is late, please deliver it as soon as possible.” The phone Lucas placed on his chest vibrated non-stop, interrupting my thoughts. He frowned, took out his phone, and chose to turn it off without hesitation. I was stunned by his willful operation. “I heard a late order deducts 20 bucks, you must be losing a lot of money.” “Can you afford to raise a wife and kids?” Lucas put the phone in his pocket nonchalantly. “One person full, the whole family not hungry.” Oh, so he is still single. My gaze slowly moved down from Lucas’s face, finally settling on his lower abdomen. Haven’t seen him for years, are his abs still as shaped as before? Last month I went to see a Chinese doctor for irregular periods, and the doctor suggested I find a boyfriend. He said it was endocrine disorders due to being single for too long. If I really didn’t have a boyfriend, looking at handsome guys more would also work. Handsome guy, isn’t he here? “Sophia, you’re drooling.” I flusteredly raised my sleeve to wipe the corner of my mouth, only to find Lucas was tricking me. He looked at my awkward and embarrassed appearance, chest vibrating, laughing until tears came out. “Sophia, you’re so cute.” Cute? Cute my ass! I turned angry from embarrassment, suddenly remembering our unpleasant breakup experience. 3 Lucas and I were college classmates. He was low-key and didn’t deliberately show off his wealth. And I didn’t know his family background was amazing until graduation. At that time, Lucas invited me to his house as a guest. I used my internship salary saved for several months to carefully prepare gifts. Lucas’s mom threw them to the nanny casually, saying these defective products wouldn’t even be eaten by their nanny, asking the nanny to give them to poor relatives in the countryside. Lucas’s sister even took out a photo, telling me their family planned to arrange a marriage with this girl. In another two months, the beautiful girl in the photo would become Lucas’s fiancée. “Oh, don’t worry, my brother is very generous.” “Before breaking up, he will definitely give you a breakup fee.” I was still very young then. Except for fragile pride and self-esteem, I had nothing. When Lucas chased out from the bathroom, I had already run far away and blocked all his contact information. After the breakup, I spent a dark time. My best friend couldn’t bear to see me washing my face with tears every day and went to question Lucas. But Lucas’s attitude was extremely cold, saying something like he misjudged me. I gave up completely and threw all my energy into work. Men will change their hearts, work won’t. All the time and energy you put in will be rewarded. Just like now. I remembered the humiliation his family once inflicted on me, and blood rushed up. That’s called anger rising from the heart, evil growing to the gall. I turned back into the room, and under Lucas’s surprised gaze, took out a bank card from my bag and handed it to him, with a slow and arrogant attitude. “Lucas, working hard delivering food, you can’t make much money a month, right?” “Why not follow me, I’ll give you a salary of 5,000 a month, how about it?” 4 Lucas didn’t speak, just stared at my slender and fair fingers. Just when my arm was getting sore, he suddenly lowered his head and responded softly, almost inaudibly. “Okay.” Looking at his sad and heartbroken appearance, fragile enough to shatter, I felt I was about to shatter too. 5,000! That’s 5,000 dollars a month! I just wanted to humiliate him, why did he agree? Shouldn’t he slap away my bank card, drop a sentence “Don’t bully the middle-aged poor” and then turn around and leave? Heaven knows what I paid for this million-dollar annual salary! Although my annual salary is a million, that’s pre-tax. After deducting various taxes and social security, I only get about 60,000 a month in hand. My hand holding the bank card was trembling slightly. Lucas tried to pull the card from my hand, failing three times. “Sophia, you don’t actually have money, do you?” Lucas looked teasingly, the corners of his thin and shaped lips turned up, pulling a mocking smile lightly. I really wanted to admit I was posturing. But my self-esteem didn’t allow it. So I let go, tossing my head arrogantly. “Work hard, serve me well, salary doubles.” Lucas left with my card with an extremely complicated expression. He didn’t take the card, but my heart. I decided, no matter how well he does, I will nitpick. A month later, fire him on the grounds of poor service. This way I only lose 5,000 dollars, okay okay, not too much. 5 “Where is he?” “Where is the person?!” Bestie Chloe rushed into my house with messy hair, wearing cartoon pajamas, mask not yet peeled off her face. I put down my phone and rolled my eyes at her. “You’re fast enough.” Just finished talking to her about Lucas, less than five minutes, she arrived. Her apartment complex isn’t close to mine, takes more than ten minutes to drive, at least half an hour if there’s traffic. “Cut the crap, where’s Lucas?!” “Left of course, won’t come until tomorrow night.” Chloe bounded in front of me like a rabbit, winking ambiguously at me. “Thought about how to humiliate him yet?” “Whip, candle, and handcuffs?” “Two sets of butler outfits?” Butler outfits? What butler outfits, the kind of sexy apron revealing eight-pack abs, or… Thinking of Lucas wearing an apron with that ascetic and cold face, I felt heat all over my body. Especially in the lower abdomen, besides heat, there was a familiar soreness. I pressed Chloe’s face and pushed her away, running quickly to the toilet. After a long time, a muffled groan came from the toilet. “Chloe, I got my period.” “Seems like there’s no pads at home, go buy some for me.” Chloe poked half a head from the door, looking amazed. “My god!” “If I remember correctly, you haven’t had a period for two months, right?” “Period that Chinese medicine couldn’t bring down, came after seeing Lucas once?” “Exciting!” I casually picked up the tissue beside me and threw it at her face. “Get out!” 6 The next morning I was woken up by the doorbell. With messy hair, I stared dumbfounded at the row of huge suitcases at the door. Lucas raised an eyebrow, revealing a brilliant smile at me. “Good morning, sugar mommy.” I grabbed his wrist, staring incredulously at the watch that looked very expensive. “It’s only six in the morning, bro!” “This watch is fake, high-end imitation,” Our voices sounded at the same time. Lucas withdrew his wrist, calmly took off the watch and stuffed it into his bag. “Didn’t you say perform well and salary doubles?” “Of course I have to be diligent.” Damn it! Actually having this kind of thought! Lucas pushed the suitcase and walked very naturally into my bedroom. Seeing he was about to hang clothes in my closet, I hurried to stop him. “What are you doing?” Lucas blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say serve you?” “How to serve you without living together?” The last few words, he leaned into my ear to say, deliberately using a vocal fry. “You, you you.” My face flushed red, feeling Lucas really fell. To make money, actually wanted to seduce me. Seems his life hasn’t been easy these years. The flower of the high mountains fell from the altar, finally knowing the value of money. “Your room is over there, I’m used to sleeping alone.” Lucas pushed the luggage and strode away, his back revealing a bit of disappointment. Disappointment? Must be me overthinking.

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My parents’ biological daughter, who was kidnapped seventeen years ago, came home. Mom held her in her arms, calling her sweetheart again and again. But she stared at me, feigning innocence: “Since I’m back, shouldn’t sister go back to her own home?” She thought I was a thief adopted to enjoy her privileged life. But she didn’t realize that after she said this, the house fell into instant silence. 1 Zoe is my parents’ biological daughter. She was kidnapped and sold to a remote mountainous area when she was young, and only returned home today. I just came back from baseball practice. As soon as I reached the door, I heard suppressed crying from inside the house. Walking in, I found my mom hugging a girl, crying uncontrollably. My dad stood beside them, a six-foot-tall man with red eyes. Mom’s voice was hoarse: “Mom has finally waited for you.” “You don’t know how much I regret leaving you alone with that nanny.” I instantly understood the girl’s identity. My parents had a biological daughter. At that time, they were starting a business and had no time to take care of her, so they hired a nanny. Both of them left early and returned late every day, spending little time even with their daughter, so naturally, they didn’t know the nanny was a habitual kidnapper. Later, when the child was four years old, she was sold by the nanny, and they couldn’t find her for many years. “Who is this?” A weak voice brought me back to reality. I looked up and found her staring at me. I frowned subconsciously; her gaze made me a bit uncomfortable. She reacted strongly, flinching and leaning closer into my mom’s arms. Mom patted her back soothingly and said with a smile, “Don’t be afraid, this is your sister.” Mom introduced me again: “Sophia, this is your sister, Zoe.” “But, I remember I don’t have a sister.” She hesitated for two seconds and looked at me timidly. Mom said: “Sophia is…” I smiled and took over: “I was adopted.” “Oh, so that’s it.” Her voice weakened, murmuring listlessly: “Mom and Dad already have a child.” Mom quickly hugged her heartache: “Zoe, having a sister isn’t a bad thing. There’s one more person in the family to love you.” Zoe looked gloomy, tears spilling from her eyes, “I thought Mom and Dad would only love me alone. Why share the love that belongs to me with my sister?” 2 Now I’m sure my discomfort wasn’t an illusion. She has full hostility towards me. But it’s understandable. She suffered so much outside before coming home. Seeing her biological parents meticulously raising another child, she naturally feels uncomfortable. I was just about to explain to her: “Sister Zoe, actually I am…” Zoe inadvertently amplified her crying: “Should I not have come back? Now I’m disturbing your life as a family of three?” My dad was anxious instantly: “Zoe, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mom and I have looked forward to this for so many years. We are too happy you are back. Which parents are willing to let their children suffer outside?” Zoe looked at my dad helplessly: “Really?” “Of course!” Receiving a positive answer, she smiled through tears, hugged my dad tightly, and leaned her head on him dependently. “Thank you, Dad.” Mom and Dad breathed a sigh of relief. The next second she suddenly suggested: “Since I’m back, shouldn’t sister go home?” The air instantly stilled, only the shallow breathing of everyone could be heard. She looked at my mom with expectant eyes. Mom subconsciously avoided it. Dad pretended to drink tea to avoid her gaze. She finally realized something was wrong, and panic appeared on her face: “Dad, did I say something wrong?” I saw the dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes and was slightly stunned. Dad coughed: “Two daughters in our family give Dad face when spread out. Let’s not change it.” Mom also chimed in: “Yes, you just came back. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask Sophia for help.” Zoe didn’t seem to expect this request to be rejected so decisively, and looked at me subconsciously. I hooked my lips at her: “Sure.” Taking my baseball bat, I turned and went out the door. Mom’s panicked voice came from behind: “Sophia, Sophia.” 3 I walked directly to the neighbor’s house next door. Unlocked it with my fingerprint and went straight in. This household lives my nominal aunt and uncle, actually my biological parents. That’s right, I was adopted by my current parents. So when Zoe showed hostility towards me, although I understood, I wouldn’t be cheap enough to think I owed her anything. You know, it was my aunt (current mom) who lost her daughter back then and begged my biological mom on her knees to adopt me in despair. My biological mom didn’t agree at first. She gave birth to three sons before expecting a daughter like me, so how could she give me away? But my aunt and uncle were willing to buy a house next to mine, and because they were going crazy looking for their daughter and looked inhumanly thin, my biological mom relented and agreed. My name is Sophia Shen, taking my biological mom’s surname. The middle name is my biological dad’s surname. This was the only request my biological mom made for my aunt to adopt me. So people outside who didn’t know spread rumors that my aunt and uncle were deeply in love and let their only daughter take her mother’s surname. Even Zoe thought I lived the privileged life that belonged to her and enjoyed the pampering and favoritism that belonged to her. But I should have been loved by thousands. To be honest, if I were raised by my biological parents, I would be ten thousand times happier than now. After all, I have a pair of chic and loving parents, a ruthless CEO big brother, a gentle and jade-like hospital director second brother, and a willful and flamboyant director third brother. I have many backers, and they are strong. Recalling the dissatisfaction and resentment in Zoe’s eyes towards me, I tutted lightly. The days ahead are afraid to be restless. The new cousin who came back is a “white lotus” (someone who pretends to be innocent but is actually manipulative). 4 Since I can remember, my biological parents and brothers haven’t ignored me. They even took excellent care of me when my aunt and uncle had work. They told me more than once that although I was adopted by my aunt, the family always welcomed me back. For this reason, they specially prepared a room for me, with my exclusive study and piano room. So I didn’t feel uncomfortable coming back at all, lying on the sofa eating the fruit cut by the maid leisurely. Rapid footsteps came from outside the door. My mom and dad rushed in: “Sophia, Sophia.” “What’s wrong?” Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me and quickly cupped my face. “Baby Sophia has been wronged. Zoe is a bit sensitive just coming back, don’t be angry.” I asked back: “So I deserve to be unwelcome?” Dad was startled: “What are you saying?!” “We watched you grow from a little one into a big girl. You are our own daughter. Who dares not welcome you?” Mom also said: “Sophia, saying this really cuts Mom’s heart.” “Alright, then I don’t want to go back and hear her say such bad luck words. I’ll stay here for a few days.” Mom and Dad said in unison: “No, you go back with Mom. I’m worried about you.” One on the left and one on the right, one arm around the shoulder, one arm around the waist, took me back next door. This is afraid that I will stay at my biological parents’ house and never go back. It seems that they have not been completely occupied by Zoe. I lowered my eyes. The reason why I left so decisively was actually a test for them. Wanted to see if they really didn’t plan to want me after having their biological daughter. But now it seems that I worried too much, and some people thought too much. My gaze inadvertently swept across a window on the second floor, noticing a figure standing behind the curtain. I smiled. Zoe, I won this round. 5 Actually, I don’t have much malice towards Zoe. After all, she is my parents’ biological daughter, and actually my cousin. Although I am arrogant, I have always been protective of my own people. So when I first saw her, I felt some pity in my heart. Unfortunately, her act of wanting me to get out as soon as she arrived home turned me off instantly. Since she doesn’t want to recognize me as a sister, I won’t rush to befriend her. After returning home, Zoe didn’t provoke me on the surface, but there were many small actions behind the scenes. Deliberately showing intimacy with Mom in front of me, using a gentle face to befriend the servants at home. She tried to show her harmlessness and gentleness from various aspects, trying to highlight the difference from me. But I just watched coldly without any action. Only those who lack love since childhood will take love seriously. People like me who have received abundant love since childhood won’t take weak love to heart at all, nor do they have the chance to actively ask for love. Because even without making such efforts, I still know I am loved. So, I was too lazy to argue with her about a series of small actions she did. The means were really too clumsy. However, although I didn’t want to argue with her, it was too annoying to have someone dangling next to me every day. I called my big brother directly. The central idea was four words: Send money, spending. Big brother called back instantly. Listening to the sound next to him, it seemed he was still in a meeting, “Sophia, were you wronged?” I subconsciously acted coquettishly: “Yeah, Zoe is so annoying, picking on me every day.” My brother coaxed me: “Don’t be afraid, brother will back you up. When brother finishes his business trip, we will move your household registration back home.” I comforted: “Don’t worry brother, how could I suffer a loss.” Hanging up the phone, three million entered the card, note: Pocket money. I beamed with joy, changed clothes and planned to go shopping at the mall. 6 When going downstairs, I heard lively laughter in the living room. I saw Zoe snuggling docilely beside Mom, both smiling. Sensing movement, she looked up and gave me a provocative look. I sneered. Thought this would make me jealous? Passing the sofa, Mom saw I seemed to be going out and immediately took out her phone: “Sophia, don’t shortchange yourself when shopping. Mom will transfer you some money.” I hummed “Mm” and successfully saw Zoe’s face turn black. In her perception, the money in the family is all hers and shouldn’t be used for an outsider like me. Sometimes it’s quite interesting, like raising a little figurine that changes face. She suddenly spoke: “Can I go shopping, Mom? I haven’t visited a big city mall yet.” Mom immediately felt distressed. Thinking it was her first time, she said: “Of course, Mom will take you.” Mom looked at me again, tone affectionate: “Baby going to pick up the bag ordered last time today? Let Mom accompany you to shop, okay?” I knew she was afraid I would feel a gap in my heart seeing her taking Zoe to the mall alone. “No…” I didn’t want to agree at first, but seeing Zoe’s resentful expression out of the corner of my eye, I changed my mind. “Sure.” When getting in the car, Zoe sat next to my mom first. I glanced coldly and drove a Maserati straight out of the garage. Passing in front of them, seeing Zoe’s jealous and regretful expression, I slowly hooked my lips. The pattern is too small. You think I play such boring games with you? Naive. What I am best at is breaking the rules when I am not satisfied with them. But Zoe is quite tolerant and quickly restrained her expression. “Sister is really amazing, unlike me, seeing such a beautiful car for the first time.” I put on sunglasses and said lazily: “Since sister likes it, look at it a few more times.” I waved my hand, stepped on the gas and left directly. 7 Waited for them at the mall. Mom held my hand, voice gentle: “Let’s accompany you to get the bag first, okay? Sophia.” “Okay.” I readily agreed, holding my mom’s arm as usual. Zoe fell behind alone, seeming to be angry about what happened just now. At this moment, she didn’t fake a smile as usual, but pulled a long face. Suddenly, Zoe’s exasperated voice came from behind: “Mom! He won’t let me in.” Mom realized she was stopped outside by the security guard at the door. “Zoe, why did you go to the back.” Mom went over to bring her in. She threw herself into Mom’s arms crying. “Why did he stop me? Is it because sister doesn’t want me to follow you?” I watched her performance expressionlessly, had to say impressive. Am I some kind of cheap person? Can I be blamed for this kind of thing? Mom immediately vindicated me: “What are you saying, Zoe? It’s the security guard who doesn’t know you and wants you to line up.” Zoe had teary eyes: “Then why didn’t sister have to line up?” I laughed tears out: “I’m a VIP here, sister. Starting at three million a year.” I clearly saw Zoe stunned for a moment, then showed a jealous look. She said with a crying voice: “My family’s annual expenses were only two thousand dollars before.” Mom immediately felt distressed and hugged Zoe tightly. “Zoe, you suffered.” “It’s okay Mom, I’m already very happy to see you again.” I leaned aside, commenting in my heart: The little white lotus has a set of skills for pretending to be obedient and silly. However— I interrupted her lyricism and said with a half-smile: “Sister Zoe, you don’t have to work so hard now. Now the monthly pocket money has doubled many times.” Zoe looked righteous: “Sister, money is not the most important thing to me. Being together as a family neatly is what makes me happiest.” These words simply spoke into my mom’s heart. She looked at Zoe gently, with a face full of emotion and rejoicing. I turned my head and sighed: Fine, a highly skilled white lotus against a silly sweet girl who only knows buy buy buy, one hit one accuracy.

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I tried to conquer the male lead ten times, but each time I failed because of his best friend, Caleb Pierce. The eleventh time, I was already married to the male lead. I just needed to get pregnant and give birth to succeed. Caleb appeared again. He told the male lead that everything was my meticulous calculation. The male lead quickly separated from me and hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. That night, I hired someone to kidnap the culprit, Caleb. He knelt before me, his hands tied behind his back. Although bruised all over, his gaze was still haughty. I sneered, lifted his chin with the toe of my shoe, and stepped on his face. I feared you ten times. This time, it’s your turn to fear me. 1 Even while kneeling, Caleb’s back was straight. His clothes hung in tatters from the whipping, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The moment I lifted his chin with my toe, his chest heaved violently, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. “What’s with that look?” I sneered, stepping on his shoulder to push him down. The old wooden floor made a loud creak, and he fell heavily, defenseless. The next second, I stood up and stepped on his lower abdomen: “Who allowed you to look at me?” He looked straight at me, expressionless, but the mockery in his eyes was unmistakable. I moved my foot down two inches, stopping abruptly, looking at him playfully. “Stop!” The face that had been expressionless for eternity finally showed a crack. His voice was tense, carrying a hint of imperceptible endurance. “Stop—” I dragged out the ending note innocently and stepped down hard, “But I didn’t tell my foot to stop.” Caleb’s face was solemn, his voice trembling, and his breathing began to get heavy: “Let me go. I won’t pursue this.” “Let you go?” I moved my foot away, watching Caleb curl up, “Can you walk out like this?” “How about I help you wash up before sending you out?” His eyes were bloodshot, his bound hands struggling desperately, legs unable to move in time as I sat on him. “You have to take off your clothes to shower.” I tapped his belt with my finger, “Should we take off the pants first,” then touched the buttons on his chest, “or the shirt first?” The intervals between his breaths became longer, his eyes glazed over as if he lost the ability to think. I relaxed my vigilance, unexpectedly he kicked his legs up violently. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Caleb took this opportunity to move towards the door, trying to stand up against the wall. I was faster than him, pouring all the prepared saltwater on him. He didn’t even utter a cry of “pain,” a tough bone indeed. So what? Looking at Caleb crawling on the ground like a drowned dog, I grabbed his head, and with a chop of my hand, he quickly lost consciousness. Such a tall man was troublesome to handle. Tying him to the bed cost me half my life. Only after locking all the doors and windows did I drive away with peace of mind. Now, I’m going to win back the male lead. 2 Caleb and I were originally two lines that never intersected. But ten times, ten times trying to conquer the male lead, every time success was imminent, because of Caleb, the momentum of victory plummeted. The first time, Caleb invited the male lead to dinner, and the male lead met the destined heroine and dumped me. The second time, I drove the male lead to Caleb’s place, encountered a car accident on the way back, and died on the spot. The third time, before confirming the relationship with the male lead, I offended Caleb first and was sent abroad by him to do hard labor. Several times after that were also because of him, my conquests all failed, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t avoid him. Caleb is the type of person I fear most: good background, good looks, strong personal ability. The most terrifying thing is that he has no weaknesses and cannot be threatened. The male lead becomes a loyal follower as soon as he meets him. If Caleb says go straight, he won’t turn around. During the fifth conquest attempt, the male lead took me to meet Caleb. Caleb looked at me like trash, warning the male lead not to bring any cats or dogs over casually. I knew he looked down on me, so I walked around him and never got close to him. Unexpectedly, this time Jason Reed and I were married, but he actually wanted Jason to divorce me. Jason, stupid as a pig, actually believed the so-called evidence he gave, accusing me of having ulterior motives and finding a lawyer to negotiate with me. I admit that conquering him was my mission, but my love for him was real. In every conquest, I only had eyes for him. For him, I racked my brains to plan the perfect first meeting, tried hard to meet his ideal standards, never wore the same outfit twice on dates, and even did group assignments for him in college. After all the hardships, asking me to divorce? Impossible. My informant told me Jason was packing at home now. I dared not delay for a moment and drove home. “Jason, what exactly do I have to do for you not to doubt my sincerity?” Opening the door and seeing Jason walking out with a suitcase, I hugged his waist regardless of everything. “Sasha, don’t be willful.” He didn’t stroke my hair like before, and there was a hint of warning in his words. “Just a few pieces of paper from Caleb, and you sentence me to death?” I buried my head in his chest, “I love you. Even if I schemed, I just wanted to be with you.” “Sasha, when feelings involve too much calculation, they change.” He mercilessly pried my fingers apart, “Also, I don’t like you talking about Caleb.” Then he strode away. When he loved me, he kept the video call on even when sleeping for fear of my loneliness. When he didn’t love me, he left me alone in an empty house. It’s all Caleb! If not for Caleb, I would have succeeded long ago. Calculating the time, three hours, Caleb should be awake. 3 Fortunately, I arrived in time. One of Caleb’s feet had already broken free. I sneered twice and slapped him: “You broke my bed.” Caleb really had delicate skin; half of his face swelled up high. I pulled his foot over and retied him, slapping the other half of his face hard: “Now it’s balanced left and right.” He was silent as a clam, not making a sound. “Speak.” I squatted by the bed, “Doesn’t it hurt?” I poked the corner of his bleeding mouth. He still didn’t make a sound. “It doesn’t matter.” I didn’t care, leaning closer, letting my black hair brush against his ear, cheek, and neck, “Caleb, you will beg me.” He kept his eyes tightly closed and ignored me. I shrugged, moved a chair to sit beside him and play on my phone, also placing a water clock by the bed. Watched movies for two hours, back ache, stood up to move around. Glancing at the person on the bed resting with eyes closed, I smiled, seeing how long you can last. Another movie, another two hours, the person on the bed couldn’t hold back. Without the movie sound playing externally, the sound of the water clock became clearer. Caleb’s brow furrowed slightly, breathing becoming irregular. I glanced at him again, corners of my lips slightly hooked. Another half hour passed, and the expected voice sounded: “Sasha Lin, let me go.” “What did you say?” I stood by the bed, “I didn’t hear.” “Let me go.” His body was already twisting, but he couldn’t see it himself. “Let you go to do what?” I asked again. “You know.” Veins popped on his forehead, the sound of struggling hands became intense. “I don’t know.” I was still playing dumb. “Sasha Lin!” His voice became more and more serious, “Let me go, let’s pretend this never happened.” “Beg me.” I felt myself getting excited. “Sasha Lin!” His calmness no longer existed, like a beast losing its mind. I watched his frantic look coldly, looking exactly like how he viewed me as an ant during the third conquest. “Beg you.” He finally admitted defeat. “What did you say?” I asked. “Beg you.” He closed his eyes resignedly. I knew not to push too hard, smiling like a flower: “Okay, I promise you.” After speaking, I turned to leave. “Sasha Lin!” He was anxious, “Why haven’t you untied me?” “Untie what?” I looked innocent. “You promised me.” “Yes, I promised you.” I said indifferently, “What did I promise you?” He was stunned, not knowing how to speak. I laughed: “Since I promised. “I won’t look. “Help yourself.” 4 Originally I just wanted to scare Caleb, didn’t expect his psychological defense line to be broken so easily, lying on the bed like a dead person, breathing faint. When I changed his clothes just now, he didn’t even struggle. “Caleb?” I called his name. His eyes were dull, seeming not to hear. “Shall I untie you?” I said again. He still had blank eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Oh my god, did he become stupid? I untied one of his hands, he didn’t react, so I untied another. His feet were still tied, I wasn’t afraid of what he would do to me. But he still lay on the bed motionless. I started to panic, first reaction was to flee quickly. As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood (where there is life, there is hope). At worst, start another conquest, there’s still a chance anyway. Too late to lock doors and windows, I hurriedly drove away. Once home, packed luggage, bought the earliest flight out of City A, and settled in a border town. For a whole month, except for Jason calling me to go back for divorce, nothing else happened. I contacted my informant, asking if there was any big news in City A recently. The informant sent me a question mark. Before I hinted again, the informant sent a message saying the only big event was the Pierce family increasing overseas investment, with the head of the family personally overseeing it. Isn’t the head of the Pierce family Caleb? Seems he didn’t become stupid. I breathed a sigh of relief, then raised my heart to my throat the next second—he will definitely settle accounts with me. The system urged me to speed up the conquest. The progress bar had been stagnant for a month. At the same time, it told me bad news: if this conquest fails again, the request to “return to the real world, resurrect Grandma” will no longer be fulfilled. I asked the informant if he could find out how long Caleb would be abroad. The informant replied, at least a year, at most three to five years. Without Caleb’s obstruction, I could complete the mission in half a year at most. Then discuss with the system again. Maybe by the time Caleb returns, I would have already returned to the real world. Wealth is sought in danger. I immediately booked a flight back to City A to continue my mission. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off the plane, I was taken away by a group of people. The man who was said to be abroad was now sitting in front of me. Only this time, the person kneeling became me. 5 Subordinates all left, leaving only Caleb and me in the huge room. He played with the lighter in his hand. The flame went out and burned, burned and went out, just like my electrocardiogram. Thinking again, just a paper person (fictional character), what’s there to be afraid of? Fear vanished instantly. I raised my head to look down at him, a faint smile on my lips. “What are you laughing at?” He stopped turning the lighter, eyes filled with doubt and a bit of madness. “Who allowed you to sit?” I questioned him. Instantly, his chest rose and fell, throat making a clear swallowing sound. “Kneel.” I ordered. The next second, Caleb knelt on the ground like a robot, face flushed, shaking like a sieve. Even if haven’t eaten pork, I’ve seen pigs run (seen it done before). I seemed to be doing something extraordinary. “Untie me.” I continued. His eyes became cold, with a hint of pain and unwillingness. “Be good.” I said hoarsely. In a few sentences, the positions of Caleb and I changed again. 6 I was ecstatic inside. Jason is Caleb’s loyal follower. Caleb now obeys me. Success in the conquest is just around the corner. Touching Caleb’s soft black hair, I slapped him twice without hesitation: “Who allowed you to tie me up?” He suddenly acted like an aggrieved Golden Retriever, pulling my hand to blow on it for me. I shook it off immediately: “Don’t touch me.” He knelt there at a loss, lips opening and closing for a long time: “I didn’t let them tie you up.” “Caleb.” I leaned close to him. He was visibly happy, cheeks tinged with light red, “I don’t like you being stubborn.” His face turned pale, head lowered, not speaking. “I don’t like your silence either.” I said again. As soon as these words came out, Caleb looked up abruptly, eyes actually filled with tears: “Don’t dislike me.” “Then you have to be good.” I gently touched his swollen cheek, “Does it hurt, Cal?” He took the opportunity to grab my hand, releasing it under my stern gaze: “Doesn’t hurt.” I knew well the tactic of a slap followed by a sweet date: “But my heart aches.” “Don’t heartache.” He struggled with how to call me. I touched his cheek: “Call me Sasha.” He lowered his head shyly then raised it quickly, like a child stealing honey, eyes unable to hide joy: “Sasha.” “Good boy.” I pulled up his hand, “What reward do you want?” “Can Sasha kiss me?” He closed his eyes nervously, eyelashes trembling. I kissed his forehead hastily, not missing the trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes. “Sasha, don’t go.” I stood up intending to leave. Today’s main task was to find Jason. Wasted too much time here already. Caleb was anxious, but I didn’t let him get up, so he could only kneel. “Count to one hundred and eighty seconds before getting up.” Looking at his eager eyes, I smiled and said, “I like obedient Cal.”

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