Author: Momo Chan

I was burying myself in work when a friend request popped up on my phone. [Hi. Guess who.] [Don’t be so cold.] [Fine, I won’t disturb your class. It’s Lucas Asher.] My finger froze. I frowned and typed back: [Stop playing jokes. My husband is already dead.] [W-what?! You’re calling me husband already?!] The person on the other end only seemed to register the word “husband,” sending a string of shy emojis. Impatient and angry at someone impersonating the dead, I hit the video call button. I wanted to scream at them. The call connected. A flushed, panicked teenage boy appeared on the screen, wearing a Saint Jude’s Prep blazer. I froze. “Husband?!” The person on the other end… was Lucas Asher from ten years ago!!! 1 I slammed the “End Call” button. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart hammering against my ribs. The boy on the screen—his face was red as a ripe tomato. His eyes dodged the camera, but they were full of hope. He looked like he was living a dream he never thought would come true. How is this possible? My fingers trembled as I typed a message. [Are you… really Lucas?] [Of course!] He replied instantly, his excitement piercing through the screen. A second later, another text popped up. [Why aren’t you in your uniform? The Headmaster is doing dorm inspections tonight. You’ll get written up.] “Dorm inspections”… for me, that was ten years ago. I took a deep breath and typed slowly. [Because where I am, it is October 24th, 2025.] The typing bubble paused. A moment later, Lucas sent a giant question mark. [???] I stared at the screen, hesitated for a second, then typed the truth. [I am your wife. I am Elena Vance from the year 2025.] The other side fell into a weird silence. 2 I didn’t wait. I video-called him back immediately. Lucas’s face appeared on the screen again. The tips of his ears were bleeding red, his voice shaking. “You… you’re actually my wife?” Sure enough, compared to “2025,” the word “wife” was what panicked him the most. I rested my chin in my hand, smiling at him. “Don’t believe me?” He gulped and looked away. “You’re making it up…” “You have a mole on your inner thigh. Every night, when things get intense, you force me to look at it.” “?!” “And when that happens, the low groan you make is actually quite sexy.” Lucas practically boiled over. He looked like a cat that had been splashed with hot water. Even his neck turned pink. “You—” He wanted to call me shameless. But then he realized something… technically, he was the one doing those things! He choked on his words, looking like he wanted to cry. “I… I am so shameless!” 3 “You’re not shameless. You had a crush on me for three years before you dared to say hello. You’re very disciplined.” I smiled, enjoying the sight of the mortified boy on the screen. Lucas covered his face with his hands, silent. After a long time, he whispered, “What about you?” “What?” “Do you… look at me every day because…” His voice trembled. He tried to muster up the courage but still didn’t dare look me in the eye. “…because you like me too?” I paused, falling into memory. Ten years ago, Elena Vance wore thick black glasses and ran between classrooms. A typical nerd. Lucas, on the other hand, was the school’s golden boy. We had zero intersection. The only connection? He always stood by the school gate. And every time I walked in, I glared at him. Please. He was the only person in the entire school who scored higher than me in Calculus. He didn’t even study hard, yet he beat me every time, forcing me to be eternally second place. Who wouldn’t be mad? But this silly boy… He mistook my hostility for longing. 4 Looking at the shy boy on the screen, I couldn’t bear to tell him the truth. I deliberately changed the subject. “So, when did you start liking me?” “W-who said I like you?!” Heh. The innocent puppy wants to play tough? I casually selected a few carefully posed “thirst trap” photos from my gallery and hit send. [Stop staring at that stolen ID photo every night. Look at these instead.] The screen on the other side went chaotic. Click. He hung up. The chat remained silent for three full minutes. Lucas was probably steaming, his brain short-circuiting. Finally, clutching a tissue to his nose, he sent a voice message. His voice was so tense it cracked. [I… I don’t look at it every night!] A second later, realizing he just admitted to looking at it some nights, he frantically deleted the message. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stand up straight. 5 From that day on, I logged on punctually every night. I chatted with Lucas for the thirty minutes after his evening study hall. It was the only window our timelines connected. Every night, the puppy would crumble under my teasing, ears burning, shy but stubborn. But during the day, in his timeline, I was still High School Elena with the heavy backpack. I’d walk past him in the hallway, eyes forward, cold and distant. And Lucas? Every time he saw me, he’d steal glances, twisting his backpack straps. He looked nervous as hell, like a criminal hiding a secret. The contrast was addictive. Finally, one night, he couldn’t hold it in. [Where am I? The Lucas from ten years later?] My heart sank. I had slipped up on the first day… had he figured it out? Sensing my silence, Lucas typed carefully. [Is it… do you and Future Me have a bad relationship? Are you separated?] I let out a breath. Kids are easy to fool. I typed quickly: [He’s just on a business trip.] He pouted, his voice message sounding a bit aggrieved. [So when he comes back, you won’t be able to talk to me anymore?] The boy’s voice was clean and clear, filled with tentative hope. I froze. I didn’t expect that question. He was just a green high school boy; how could he say something that made my heart race like that? Before I could reply, another message popped up. [Then… can you secretly spend more time with me while he’s gone?] Great. The puppy has gone rogue. 6 Lucas’s message was still on the screen, carrying the thrill of last night. I touched the glass. The morning light filtered in, casting a warm glow on my desk. Just like the boy who didn’t dare look me in the eye ten years ago. But time never stops. I pushed open the office door. My gaze landed on the framed photo on the desk. This used to be Lucas’s office. At 27, he was a successful, sharp-edged CEO. But since he died, my name is on the door. In the photo, we are smiling sweetly. The picture-perfect power couple. Now, looking at it makes me sick. The secretary’s desk outside is empty. But from her seat, she would have had a clear view of this photo. I chuckled. When Lucas was cheating, did he ever feel guilty looking at this picture? 7 Three years into our marriage, he cheated with his secretary. A girl fresh out of college. That day, he came home early. He stood in the living room, looking at me with complicated eyes, as if gathering courage. “She… she looks like you.” I put down my book and raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” “She… really looks like you.” He paused, then added, “Like you when you were young.” When I was young? I looked at him and almost laughed. “So, you think I’m old now?” I leaned back on the sofa, amused. “Your excuse for cheating is that she looks like me?” Lucas opened his mouth to explain. But eventually, he just looked at me silently, his eyes dark and unreadable. I smiled, mocking him. “You should go back and look at 17-year-old me. I wasn’t nearly as pretty as her.” He didn’t speak. I was too lazy to ask more. That night, I drafted the divorce agreement. The next day, we went to City Hall. But while we were waiting for the final decree, he died. It was sudden. Clean. No last words. We had no children. I was the primary beneficiary. I inherited his company and everything he left unfinished. As for the young secretary, she vanished like smoke after his death. She never caused me any trouble. Now, standing in his office, looking at his legacy, I felt nothing. Everything was exactly as he left it—files open, coffee cup on the corner of the desk. As if he just went to a meeting and would be back any minute. But he wouldn’t. I looked down at the photo frame face-down in the trash can. My lips curled slightly.

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With matching family backgrounds and appropriate ages, Julian King and I entered into an arranged marriage. But he had a “cinnabar mole” (the one that got away), and I had a “white moonlight” (the unforgettable first love). His cinnabar mole hurt him, and my white moonlight failed me. After marriage, we coordinated perfectly and became a model couple in our social circle. The cinnabar mole and the white moonlight, however, began to realize their mistakes and came back begging for a second chance. But there is an idiom called “fake it till you make it,” and sometimes, true feelings are hard to restrain. 1 Julian King and I only formally met a month before our engagement. The restaurant Julian chose was on the top floor terrace by the Hudson River in Jin City (fictional city context, adapted to New York style setting), offering a panoramic view of the skyline at night. When I rushed over after work, my best friend Chloe sent me a message: “Asked around, Julian King seems like a decent guy.” When I arrived, Julian was on a work call, sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, speaking German. Seeing me, he made an apologetic expression. I shook my head, signaling it was okay. Julian was on the phone for ten minutes. In those ten minutes, my thoughts wandered wildly. One was that Julian seemed to have done his undergraduate studies in Germany, supposedly because of his “white moonlight.” Another was that he wasn’t wearing sleeve garters today. His shirt wasn’t as rigidly ascetic as before, but it had a different kind of casual laziness. Speaking of sleeve garters, I remembered the first time I saw him after returning to the country, at his suburban horse ranch. He was wearing sleeve garters and harnesses, his biceps and pectoral muscles bulging under the restraint. My first thought at the time was that this was the man who wore sleeve garters and harnesses with the most authentic vibe I had ever seen. The man dismounted, saw me walking over, and the first thing he said was— “Hello, Miss Wen,” Julian hung up the phone and smiled, “I am Julian King.” 2 Julian and I hit it off unexpectedly well. He was a man mature and extremely graceful in all aspects. From the dishes he ordered, the topics he discussed, to the flowers he gave me after the meal, everything made me feel comfortable and appropriate. While maintaining a sense of boundaries, there was a hint of tacit intimacy. But it would be too late if we didn’t get intimate soon; after all, we were getting engaged. After the meal, Julian drove me home. He drove a massive off-road vehicle with a very high chassis, and I struggled a bit getting in. Julian helped me into the car, sounding a bit embarrassed: “I went to inspect the base today, this car is more convenient.” After graduation, he broke away from the King family’s traditional FMCG industry and started his own biotech business. I joked: “It’s hard for President King to be so busy and still make time to eat with me.” “You can’t say that.” Julian looked at me very seriously: “You are also very busy with work, this is what I should do.” Damn, I stared into Julian’s deep eyes for a few seconds, then messaged Chloe. “Mature men are scary.” “Hmph, now you know the benefits of mature men? What were you liking before?” I couldn’t refute this, after all, I used to go for younger guys. Young and vigorous little wolf dogs are indeed good, but if they are too vigorous, it becomes infuriating. 3 When the car arrived downstairs at my apartment, I was blocked by an infuriating little wolf dog. The little wolf dog’s name was Bailey Ze, and my friends jokingly called him my “white moonlight.” Calling him white moonlight wasn’t entirely false. We had been entangled from my studies in North America until I returned to the country, and we got back together once. With my personality, willing to get back together and eat “return grass,” calling him a white moonlight wasn’t wronging him. He was indeed the partner I dated the longest. Before I got out of the car, Julian noticed Bailey leaning against his motorcycle downstairs. But his thoughts were different. Julian’s first reaction was: “That man is acting very suspiciously. Is the security in this area that bad?” I was silent for a few seconds and decided to tell the truth: “He is my ex-boyfriend.” Julian was stunned: “Sorry, do I need to avoid him?” Damn, Julian’s level is really high. “No need, it’ll be resolved in a few minutes,” I said, “I was originally going to invite you up for a sit.” “If you don’t mind, we can reschedule.” Julian frowned: “He saw you.” Bailey indeed saw me. His aggrieved expression changed when he saw the car model and Julian, asking in a not-so-good tone: “Sister, who is he?” Julian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. 4 I suddenly had a headache. Bailey is five years younger than me. In most cases, because I am older, I am overly tolerant and pampering towards him. Friends once complained: Bailey is like this because you spoiled him. Impulsive, hot-blooded, extreme in both good and bad. “I remember, we broke up two months ago.” “I was preparing for the F1 race and training at the base then.” Bailey was dissatisfied: “Who is he?” “My fiancé.” I replied coldly. Bailey is just like this, completely spoiled by me. He might not have cared much about the breakup I sent two months ago. After all, we got back together once, and he has absolute confidence in getting special treatment from me. “You cheated?” Bailey asked in disbelief: “You can even say this reason just to anger me?” A nameless fire rose up. Just as I was preparing to cut the knot quickly, the silent Julian spoke up. “Excuse me, sir, you should have received nine years of compulsory education and have a certain level of comprehension.” Julian got out of the car and walked in front of me: “Winter (Wen Dong) said in the first sentence, she broke up with you two months ago.” Julian is 6’2″. Years of fitness habits made Bailey’s aura too thin in front of him. He stood slightly in front of me: “Is it your upbringing to open your mouth and spread rumors of cheating?” Bailey took a step back, choosing not to confront Julian head-on, which was his usual cleverness. He just looked at me with red eyes, pursed his lips, and softened his voice asking: “Sister?” I said: “He is my fiancé, we are getting engaged next month.” 5 The main reason Bailey could date me for so long was that he knew how to please me. In the past two years, we never quarreled because no matter how angry I was, Bailey would coax me with a smile. This also led to the contradictions between us never being faced squarely, let alone solved. “I proposed a breakup, and both parties confirmed.” I said: “If you don’t believe it, you can check the chat history.” Bailey’s eyes looked hurt. This was the first time I was so ruthless to him; I sighed, having to admit that I always softened at his appearance. Bailey looked at me deeply, choking back a bluff: “You’d better not regret it!” His inherent pride would never allow him to pester. Bailey turned around and got on his motorcycle. The roar faded away, and I said embarrassedly to Julian: “Sorry you had to see that.” Julian shook his head, hesitated, but still said: “Regarding relationships, perhaps you have heard about me too.” I nodded. Compared to me, who had constant scandals and changed boyfriends every year since adulthood, Julian’s only romance in so many years was about his cinnabar mole, Lynn (Lin Yao). “Are you still in contact with her?” Julian smiled bitterly and shook his head: “Four years ago… after that incident, we haven’t contacted each other.” “Then isn’t it settled? Which adult man or woman doesn’t have one or two emotional experiences? It’s not promiscuity.” I thought for a moment and laughed: “But you’ve heard about my reputation, my emotional experiences are more than one or two. Do you mind?” “Don’t say that, there’s no such thing as minding or not.” Julian looked at me very seriously: “You are serious about every relationship. I actually had contact with your ex-boyfriends in my work later.” Julian spoke sincerely: “When mentioning you in casual chat, their evaluations were very high. You are a very interesting person. Instead, I worry that I am too old-fashioned and will annoy you.” My god. Mature men are really scary. If I knew older men were this good, why was my nickname “Younger Man Reaper”?! 6 That night Julian didn’t go up. He just draped his suit jacket over my shoulders, as I was wearing a slip dress, when he left. The jacket had a cold fragrance, not strong; just like Julian, calm and at ease. Chloe marveled at this behavior: “Expert, truly an expert.” I asked why she said that? “He is quietly booking the next meeting time. If you are not interested in him, you will forget about it, so he can judge how to get along with you based on your attitude; but if you have the intention to see him, you will definitely return his jacket.” Me, on the way to Julian’s company with the washed jacket: … “Your methods are more than enough for younger guys, but for Julian King,” Chloe said: “You’d better keep your wits about you.” When I arrived at Julian’s company building, it was close to off-work time. Julian messaged me, and I took his exclusive elevator to his office floor. The receptionist received me with a smile: “President King’s meeting will end in about ten minutes, Miss Wen please wait a moment.” I looked around Julian’s office. The style was simple and atmospheric, but some items on the desk and bookshelf behind him showed his little hobbies. For example, a Switch game console, a pool cue on the wall, and a DSLR camera on the bookshelf. I waited for ten minutes. Julian came out of the meeting, bringing a whole bouquet of elegantly packaged Earl Grey roses. Blooming passionately and contentedly, Julian bent down and handed the flowers to me sitting on the sofa: “Sorry for the wait, flowers as an apology, hope you like them.”

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The first thing I did after being reborn was swap the water in the pesticide bottle with real poison. In my past life, just as our family became the first in town to save ten thousand dollars, my husband Julian Reed failed in his business venture, racking up a debt of $130,000. Guilt-ridden, Julian said he didn’t want to drag me and my mother-in-law down, and drank pesticide to commit suicide. To prevent debt collectors from taking everything, my mother-in-law hid the family’s last bit of savings inside his coffin. When the debt collectors couldn’t find any money, they forcibly occupied our house. To protect my mother-in-law, I had my leg broken by them. Unexpectedly, during the funeral, Julian’s coffin caught fire, and all the money burned to ashes. I shouldered the burden of the family alone, working day and night to pay off debts, and cared for my mother-in-law until her death. I ended up riddled with illness, my hair turning gray prematurely. Just when I was reduced to scavenging for recyclables on the roadside to survive, I bumped into my husband—who had been “dead” for years—walking down the street with another woman and a child, looking glamorous and wealthy. “Julian, you were so smart. By faking your death back then, you got rid of the debt and still had money to marry me.” Julian replied indifferently, “It was that woman who was too stupid. Since she occupied your rightful place, it was only fair she paid the price with her money and labor.” I couldn’t believe my ears and died on the spot from a sudden heart attack caused by intense anger. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Julian drank pesticide to fake his death. … 1 “Chloe, I’ve failed you. Not only did I lose all our family’s savings, but I also owe $130,000. I deserve to die!” “I can’t drag you two down. A bottle of pesticide, and the debt dies with me!” My husband, Julian Reed, knelt before me, crying bitterly, having even prepared a coffin to show his resolve. With tears streaming down his face and filled with remorse, he raised the pesticide bottle to his mouth. In my last life, I was too shocked to stop him in time. This time, I acted quickly, pouncing on him and gripping his wrist tightly, tilting the bottle mouth outwards. The entire bottle of “pesticide” spilled onto his clothes and the ground; not a single drop went down Julian’s throat. Ignoring Julian’s ugly expression, I threw away the bottle and grabbed his hands. “Hubby, money isn’t more important than your life. Don’t do anything foolish!” “No matter how hard it is, there will be a way out. I’ll give you my dowry to pay off the debt, let’s figure this out together!” I looked at him with concern, acting entirely for his sake. Hearing “dowry,” a look of greed instantly burst into his eyes, and he asked urgently: “Really? You’re willing to give me your dowry?” I sneered internally. Acting so hard just for my dowry money. “Of course. We are husband and wife. Who else would I help if not you?” After much persuasion, Julian pretended to give up the idea of suicide and happily went to get my dowry. Seeing the excitement he couldn’t hide in his eyes, my heart went cold. In my last life, Julian cheated me out of my dowry under the guise of paying debts. Then he faked his death by drinking “pesticide,” taking all the family’s money to live happily with another woman. I, on the other hand, was beaten by debt collectors for protecting my mother-in-law and his empty coffin, breaking my leg and shouldering a huge debt. In the end, after caring for my mother-in-law and paying debts all my life, I could only make a living by collecting scrap. Julian, however, remarried and lived happily as a family of three. Thank God for giving me a second chance. Since my husband wants to drink pesticide, water won’t do. Let’s make it real. 2 I took out all my dowry and gave it to Julian, telling him to pay the debts. My mother-in-law, who always disliked me, was also suspicious of my sudden generosity. I wiped my tears and said, “Mom, Julian and I are one. His debt is my debt. Even if I have to eat chaff and vegetables, I will help him pay it back.” “Good thing you still have some money. Whether we have meat to eat in the future depends on you.” My mother-in-law immediately became alert and glared at me unhappily. “I knew you didn’t have good intentions. That’s my coffin money, why should it be spent on you!” She turned into the room, took out her own money, and handed it to Julian. “Son, take this money too!” The two exchanged glances constantly. Julian accepted it without a second thought, taking almost all the money in the house. I knew he wouldn’t use it to pay debts. He would just take the money and run, leaving the $130,000 debt entirely on my head. But it didn’t matter. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to use any of it. Early the next morning, the sound of the gate slamming came from the yard. A group of tall, burly men surged to our doorstep, each looking fierce. The leader had a scar on his cheekbone. He kicked open the courtyard gate, his stick hitting the stone hard, making a loud noise. “Julian Reed, time to pay back the money you owe us, right?” In my last life, when this group came, he had already faked his death and run away. This time, I wouldn’t let him have his way. I decisively hid behind Julian, my voice tearful. “Who are you people? What are you doing in my house? Hubby, save me!” I conveniently pushed Julian forward, making him stand at the very front. Julian’s face turned pale when he saw them, shivering subconsciously. His legs trembled as he swallowed hard. “Brother Zhang, $130,000 is too much, I really can’t pay it back…” Brother Zhang grinned hideously, the scar on his face twitching. “Can’t pay? You didn’t say you couldn’t pay when you borrowed it. Don’t think about welching on the debt!” The commotion attracted nearby neighbors; several people peeked in. But no one dared to come forward, watching from a distance. “Wasn’t Julian Reed just the first millionaire in the village? Didn’t expect him to owe $130,000 in a blink of an eye.” “It’ll take lifetimes to pay this off. Might as well not have done business.” “This is great. Not only did he not make money, but creditors are knocking on his door.” More and more people gathered to watch, discussing animatedly. Julian’s face flushed red, and he shouted: “I have no money, just my life! Since you’re pushing me so hard, I’ll pay you with my life!” Brother Zhang sneered, looking at him mockingly: “Is your life even worth $130,000?” He thought Julian was threatening him, but the next second, Julian took out a pesticide bottle. “Death cancels debt. Chloe, for you and Mom, let my life make amends!” “After I die, put me in the coffin I bought. Don’t waste money, bury me early!” He had a look of heroic sacrifice on his face, not forgetting to clear his name. After speaking, he picked up the bottle and guzzled it down. He drank urgently and quickly, fearing I would stop him. Everyone was stunned, watching Julian throw the bottle away and start foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over. I threw myself over, crying, “Hubby, don’t leave me, how can I live without you?” Before I could get close, my mother-in-law wailed and hugged Julian as he fell to the ground. “My son, how can you make your mother bury her child? I only have one son!” She acted like a mother hen protecting her chick, shoving me hard. “Don’t come over, no one come near my son!” I took the opportunity to sit on the ground, several meters away from them, burying my face in my hands and crying, looking helpless. Brother Zhang frowned, watching Julian rolling his eyes and drooling, spat in disgust. “You have guts. But don’t think dying lets you escape the debt. Brothers, we’ll come back tomorrow!” The debt collectors left. Julian lay in my mother-in-law’s arms, really on the brink of death. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, twitching continuously. The onlookers were also shocked. A kind-hearted person said: “Better send him to the hospital quickly. Immediate rescue might still save his life.” My mother-in-law retorted: “What hospital? They’re all scams! Do you think my family doesn’t owe enough money? Wasting it in such a place!” She held Julian tightly, refusing to let go no matter what anyone said. 3 Seeing Julian’s breathing getting weaker, he tremblingly pulled at my mother-in-law’s sleeve. “Mom, save… save…” My mother-in-law thought it was about the money and quickly said, “Son, don’t worry, we won’t let you down. We’ll hide the money well.” Julian shook his head desperately, but to outsiders, it was just a weak movement. He barely made a sound: “Help…” I immediately started crying loudly, wailing at the top of my lungs: “Hubby, why are you so miserable? Forced to this point, don’t die wuwuwu…” Julian couldn’t catch his breath, eyes rolled back, almost passing out. A neighbor aunt urged me: “Chloe, hurry up and take your man to the hospital. Even the village clinic is better than waiting here to die!” I cried deliriously, reacting slowly to get up, but my mother-in-law rushed over to stop me. “You’re not allowed to go! Julian is lying here, you don’t care about him, running to find what doctor!” She obstructed in every way. Others couldn’t help but say: “Julian’s mom, Julian isn’t dead yet, gotta find a doctor to save his life! You won’t go yourself, why stop his wife!” My mother-in-law couldn’t say it out loud, stammering. At this moment, a voice came from the crowd: “Make way, let me take a look!” Someone shouted in surprise: “Dr. Chen!” Dr. Chen from the village clinic happened to pass by and ran over. Seeing Julian’s face, he immediately said gravely: “The condition is very bad, must be sent to a big hospital for rescue immediately.” My mother-in-law hugged him tighter: “No!” Dr. Chen, with a doctor’s benevolence, couldn’t care less at this moment and directly grabbed the person from my mother-in-law. He looked anxious, shouting: “It’ll be too late if we delay! Folks, come help! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!” Neighbors came to help lift him, some persuaded my mother-in-law to seek medical help, and some went to get their tricycles. The scene was chaotic. When the vehicle arrived, everyone worked together to lift Julian onto the tricycle. My mother-in-law grabbed the wheel, crying and shouting: “Where are you taking my son? Give him back to me!” I persuaded with red eyes: “Mom, the doctor said Julian can still be saved, he can definitely be cured!” My mother-in-law became even more agitated, screaming: “No! Who knows if you are really saving him?” “I know my son, he’s hopeless, no need to go to the hospital!” Everyone was shocked by her decisive words, finding it inconceivable. “You are his biological mother! Letting your son wait for death without even trying is too vicious.” My mother-in-law said angrily: “What do you know? I have my reasons!” Nobody understood her reasons, but the next moment, everyone saw the dying Julian start vomiting violently. At first, it was vomit, and people around instinctively covered their noses and stepped back. A few seconds later, Julian began to vomit blood. Large amounts of fresh blood gushed from his mouth, as if a big hole had been punched in his stomach. Everyone was immersed in the shock of Julian suddenly vomiting blood. My mother-in-law had already rushed over and snatched him back. She put her hands on her hips and shouted: “I said don’t send him to the hospital! Now look, moving him around made my son vomit blood!” The neighbor aunt spat and scolded my mother-in-law: “We kindly tried to save your son, even brought out the tricycle. Only you kept blocking us. Now saving people is wrong?” I tried my best to persuade: “Mom, if you keep blocking, Julian will really be hopeless!” My mother-in-law turned and slapped me: “You slut, your man just died and you’re already siding with outsiders against me!” I covered my face and cried: “But Julian has been vomiting blood!” Julian’s blood seemed endless. After being put on the ground by my mother-in-law, blood flowed from his mouth to both sides, pooling in a small puddle under him. My mother-in-law looked back and panicked a bit, hugging Julian. “Julian, we won’t go to the hospital. Stop vomiting blood, it’s okay now.” Others looked at my mother-in-law like she was crazy, but I knew she thought Julian was acting. Dr. Chen took the opportunity to run over and check Julian repeatedly, checking his pulse. When Julian stopped moving, he retracted his hand, expression solemn. “Too late. Drank too much pesticide, stomach corroded by poison. My condolences.” My mother-in-law subconsciously refuted: “Impossible, you quack!” She glared viciously at Dr. Chen, but didn’t notice Julian’s face was pale and lips purple. I said faintly: “Mom, you don’t know how to treat illnesses, but you can tell if a person is breathing or not, right?” Hearing this, my mother-in-law looked at Julian’s dead face, tremblingly reached out her hand under his nose. Two seconds later, her face turned pale, and she slumped to the ground. 4 My mother-in-law looked at Julian in disbelief, fear and shock written all over her face. She grabbed Julian’s shoulders and shook him back and forth: “Julian, Julian wake up!” But Julian was truly dead, dead as a doornail, his head drooping weakly, no response. My mother-in-law shook Julian like crazy, pinching his philtrum and lifting his eyelids, as if delayed grief had finally appeared. Her movements became more and more frantic, suddenly pouncing on Dr. Chen, pulling his clothes and crying loudly. “Dr. Chen, look at my son, look at him quickly, what’s wrong with him?” Dr. Chen wondered: “You wouldn’t send him to the hospital just now, now he’s not breathing, what’s the use.” “Look at his constricted pupils, that’s a symptom of pesticide poisoning.” My mother-in-law jumped up, face flushed: “Absolutely impossible, how could my son have pesticide poisoning!” The neighbors looked at her with strange eyes: “Everyone saw Julian drink a bottle of pesticide. If not pesticide poisoning, what else could it be?” My mother-in-law’s face turned pale. Only then did she remember the pesticide bottle thrown in the corner at the beginning. She ran over to pick it up, smelled it carefully, and found it was real pesticide inside, not water at all! She realized the biggest loophole in the plan. Julian wanted to fake his death but accidentally drank real pesticide. The previous symptoms were real, vomiting blood wasn’t acting. Julian was poisoned to death by a bottle of pesticide, missing the best time for rescue. My mother-in-law regretted it deeply. She really thought Julian hadn’t drunk pesticide and tried every means to stop him from being sent to the doctor. Unexpectedly, he was cold. Looking at the dirty corpse on the ground, I felt incredibly gratified. At this time, my mother-in-law ran over and slapped me hard, pointing at me and cursing. “Bitch, was it you? You gave Julian pesticide to drink!” “You have such a vicious heart. Julian is your man, and you poisoned him to death!” Her eyes were scarlet, looking at me with hatred. My head turned from the slap, face burning and swelling up. I immediately said aggrievedly: “Mom, what are you saying? In broad daylight, Julian drank this pesticide himself. He even said death cancels debt. Isn’t that a death wish!” “I couldn’t stop him. I wanted to save him and send Julian to the hospital.” “It was you who insisted on stopping me, not letting me go, saying I was siding with outsiders!” Tears fell like a flood from an open gate. I cried breathlessly. Counting out every incident, my mother-in-law instantly became an unreasonable crazy woman. The neighbors came with good intentions to save a life but were despised by my mother-in-law. They were already unhappy, and now they mocked her even more. “Julian’s mom, are you senile? First you said your son was hopeless, then you wanted to save him. Now that he’s really dead, you blame your daughter-in-law.” “Crazy, must be something wrong with her brain.” “I think she’s targeting Chloe, deliberately pinning the blame on her, wanting to push the fault of killing someone onto her.” “Pah, serves him right to die, brought it on himself!” One sentence after another, everyone scolded my mother-in-law bloody. And I, with the slap mark from trying to save him earlier still on my face, was just a pitiful woman whose husband died. My mother-in-law rolled her eyes in anger, chest heaving. “What do you know? My son was alive and well.” Everyone thought she was crazy with grief. Dr. Chen sighed. “Although no need for treatment, better send him for cremation quickly. Bodies rot easily in summer.” Hearing this, my mother-in-law stammered again. She didn’t express her stance for a long time. Another voice popped up from the crowd. “Cannot cremate! Julian said he wanted a burial!”

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To teach our daughter gratitude, my husband and I often took her to volunteer at an orphanage whenever we had time. There was a child born with a disability, unable to walk. My daughter pitied her misfortune and asked us to buy her many new clothes. Unexpectedly, after putting on the clothes, she held my hand tightly, refusing to let go. “Auntie, I want to be your daughter too… Can you adopt me? I will be very well-behaved.” Unable to resist the persuasion of my husband and daughter, I completed the adoption procedures. But unexpectedly, a week later, my daughter accidentally fell from the balcony and died on the spot. My husband and I followed closely, dying tragically in a car accident. After our deaths, the adopted daughter inherited all the family assets. My soul floated in mid-air, witnessing her stand up from the wheelchair. She tore up our funeral photos with a sinister smile. “It’s all mine now.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the adoption. This time, I directly shook off her clinging hand. 1 “Auntie, this dress is so beautiful. I’ve never worn new clothes before. I love it. Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Uncle. You are such good people!” “Auntie, I want to be your daughter too. My legs are disabled, and the kids in the orphanage bully me. Please take me with you, okay? I swear I will be very obedient. I will work like a cow or a horse to repay you!” Saying this, Lily tried to rush off her wheelchair to kneel before us. My husband, Julian, hurried to hold her, looking relieved. “As long as you like it. Is there really anyone bullying you here? The director looks like a good person, how could this happen?” My daughter, Chloe, also reddened her eyes with sympathy, looking at me pleadingly. “Mom, why don’t we take her home? I also want a sister to keep me company.” The familiar voices rang out. I finally snapped back from the memories of my previous life. I was actually reborn. Still on the day of adopting Lily. In my past life, she relied on her disability, rushing to the front to act pitiful every time we came to do charity work. To set an example for my daughter, and because Julian and I were always soft-hearted, we couldn’t withstand her request. So we agreed to adopt her. Unexpectedly, a single act of kindness resulted in the violent deaths of the whole family. After our deaths, the way Lily stood on her legs showed no sign of disability at all. Thinking about it, she must have been relying on disguise and acting to gain sympathy in the orphanage all these years. Julian and I ended up being the suckers. This time, I won’t let the tragedy repeat itself no matter what! My face turned cold, and I said deeply: “My house really doesn’t have an extra room for you. Forget about adoption. The orphanage is often sponsored by kind people, and the living conditions are good. You won’t suffer.” My husband didn’t understand why I suddenly seemed like a different person. “Honey, what’s wrong? Lily just said it casually, why are you so angry?” My daughter was scared by me, pulling the corner of my clothes with an aggrieved expression. “Mom, you didn’t teach me like this before. You said when we encounter others in trouble, we should help as much as possible. Good people get good rewards.” “Lily is really pitiful. Can’t we really take her home?” Facing the bitter pleading of the two. My attitude remained firm. “No.” “If you want to see her, Mom can bring you here for activities every week, but taking her home, I don’t agree.” “Chloe, you are Mom and Dad’s only daughter, an only child, enjoying all of our love. Do you really want an extra sister to take away half of our care?” My daughter was young after all. After thinking, she understood my difficulties. “I’ll listen to Mom.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Lily’s eyes turned red at this moment. She struggled to move her wheelchair in front of us. “Auntie, life here is not as good as you imagine. The supplies donated by kind people are limited. I was born disabled and can’t compete with them at all. The director wants to raise healthy children well because they have hope of being adopted. No one cares about me at all!” “After so many years, only you guys chat with me and buy me things. If you don’t take me away, maybe you won’t see me next time you come!” “Can I beg you? Auntie, I know your family is well-off. Raising one more person isn’t much. I can be a nanny in your house, I can take care of sister, I can do anything, I’m not afraid of hardship…” The look full of calculation made me cold all over. I took a step back and pulled my daughter to my side. “I said no means no. My family’s good conditions were earned by ourselves, not dropped from the sky. Helping you is a favor, not helping is a duty. Must money be spent on strangers? I’m not that saintly.” “Besides, we give you five hundred dollars pocket money every week when we come over. It’s enough for your living expenses. Don’t push your luck.” After speaking, ignoring her reaction, I took my daughter and left the room. Julian followed closely behind me. He didn’t understand why I did this, but he always supported me unconditionally. While he was getting the car, my daughter and I stood aside basking in the sun. But I felt a venomous gaze behind my back. I turned to look. Lily was at the window of the room, looking in my direction. Her expression changed extremely fast, pleading and pitiful. But I still discovered that familiar viciousness. With an inevitable momentum. I couldn’t help frowning and quickly took my daughter back to the car. Still shaken, cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Julian handed me a tissue and asked in confusion: “What’s wrong with you today? Are you feeling unwell?” “You didn’t look like yourself just now. Lily is just a kid, no need to be so calculating with her.” My daughter also stared at me pitifully. “Mom, you were so scary today…” I forced myself to relax. I lovingly touched my daughter’s forehead. “Chloe, good deeds should be done, but we must distinguish the situation. Some people will be grateful, and some will be ungrateful.” “You are still young, you will understand later. Everything Mom does is to protect our family.” Facing my husband’s doubtful gaze. I told him everything that happened in my past life as if it were news. Hearing that someone kindly adopted an orphan, only to be bitten back and have the whole family killed. His brows knit tightly, and he said indignantly: “There is such a thing? I blamed you wrongly, honey.” “What you think makes sense. Chloe is still young. It’s enough for us to focus all our energy on her. As for others, it has nothing to do with our family.” Listening to him say this. I leaned back in the passenger seat and closed my eyes to rest. But deep down, I was still a little uneasy. Lily could think of feigning disability at such a young age. Such deep scheming. Since she has targeted my family, can she really let go so easily? It seems we can’t go to this orphanage anymore in the future. Fortunately, Lily is already seventeen. When she becomes an adult, the orphanage will let her leave. By then, she won’t need adoption anymore, and the crisis should be resolved. Because I was too tense, once relaxed, I fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I seemed to return to my past life. The image of Lily’s sinister smile kept appearing before my eyes. I woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat. The car had already arrived downstairs at our apartment complex. My daughter hopped out of the car, ready to go upstairs. My phone rang at this moment. It was the orphanage director calling. “Ms. Zhang? Hello, sorry to disturb you. You have been sponsoring Lily before. She has been adopted. I’m calling to let you know.” I avoided anything related to Lily like the plague. I casually perfunctory said I knew and hung up the phone. It seems my refusal this time made her target someone else. I hope that family won’t become suckers like me in my past life. I can’t control more things. Back home, I took care of my daughter washing up and sleeping. I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When the clock pointed to three o’clock, the door of the house was knocked. “Bang bang bang—” The force was strong, I sat up in shock. Julian was also woken up and was about to open the door. I hurriedly stopped him. Putting my index finger on my lips signaling him to be quiet. I ran to the door and looked out through the peephole. Lily’s vicious eyes stared wide, meeting mine through the peephole. I instantly went weak with fear. Covering my mouth, trying hard not to make a sound. But she still didn’t give up. After two minutes of silence, her choking cry came in. “Uncle, Auntie, I know you are home. Please save Lily!” “My adoptive parents beat me as soon as they took me home. I risked half my life to escape. If you don’t help, I can only be caught back and wait for death!” “Uncle, Auntie, I beg you! Lily kneels to you!” I don’t know how she found my house. In urgency, Julian was about to open the door for her. I immediately blocked the door. Shouting out through the door panel: “Lily, Uncle and Auntie are asleep. The director said you have been adopted. Legally we are not your guardians, and we have no obligation to take you in. If your adoptive parents come over claiming we abducted a child, we can’t clear our names even if we jump into the Yellow River.” “You better go back. Uncle and Auntie can’t help either. Chloe has to go to school tomorrow, stop shouting.” Julian’s face darkened with disapproval. “Zhang Jing, Lily is just a little girl. Are you too guarded against her? Her legs are disabled and she can’t even walk. What bad things can she do?” “Anyway, just for one night. At dawn tomorrow, I’ll take her to the police station. If not, find someone else to adopt or send her back to the orphanage.” As Julian said this, he was about to open the door. I pushed him two meters away with force. “Haven’t you thought about how she found our home with disabled legs? And how did she get up to the fifteenth floor? There is no ramp for wheelchairs downstairs!” Julian froze instantly. Obviously, he understood what I meant. Lily’s shouting outside the door became louder and louder. Attracting many neighbors. She deliberately tore her clothes to reveal bruises from being beaten all over her body. The neighbors were soon buzzing with discussion. “Whose child is this? How did she find this place? Looking so pitiful with injuries all over. Didn’t this family just come back this afternoon? Why don’t they open the door?” Lily aggrievedly said she was an orphan. Had received sponsorship from my family. After being abused by adoptive parents, she could only find here for help. Hearing this, the neighbors also helped her knock on the door. “Old Julian, this child is quite pitiful. Let her in for a night, won’t you?” “Yeah, it’s not easy for a little girl to run here in the middle of the night. Not a stranger, you helped before, what’s one more time?” “You even changed to a new car. Adopting an orphan doesn’t cost much money. Hurry up and open the door to take her back. Don’t disturb the residents at night.” Seeing no escape, I could only open the door. Lily sat slumped on the ground, covered in bloodstains. Seeing me come out, she immediately moved her lower body and rushed up to hug my thigh. “Auntie, Lily finally found you. Please save my life!” “That family didn’t want to adopt me sincerely at all. They just wanted me to be a child bride for their mentally retarded son! They beat and scolded me when I disagreed, and didn’t give me food.” “If I hadn’t run fast, I would have been dragged to the retard’s bed by now!” She cried tragically. Surrounding neighbors were also full of sympathy. “There are still such animals in a society under the rule of law? Do these deserve to be called humans?” “Old Julian, you and your wife are good people. You go to the orphanage for activities every week. How about taking this child back for adoption? Anyway, you are a company executive, not short of a few meals for her.” “Exactly. Your family only has one daughter. Raising one is raising, raising two is also herding (Chinese idiom, means raising kids isn’t that hard, like herding sheep). It’s fate that she found you from so far away. Keep this child, she’s pitiful.” Julian was already moved by what was said. Without my nod at this moment, he dared not agree rashly. I took the phone from his hand and dialed the emergency number. “Lily, it’s not that Auntie doesn’t care about you. It’s just that the adoption procedures have been done. It’s illegal for us to bring you back. You wouldn’t bear to see Auntie being framed as a human trafficker by your adoptive parents, right?” “The police will investigate properly. If your adoptive parents really have problems, the adoption won’t count. You will still return to live in the orphanage, don’t worry.” With that, I ignored the resentment in her eyes. Explained the situation directly to the police. Neighbors were busy resting, and returned to their own homes seeing the matter resolved. After all, Julian didn’t have the memories of the past life. Fearful that he would be soft-hearted towards Lily. I still chose to take the person to the police station myself. Before leaving, looking at the frightened figure of my daughter in the room. I asked him to comfort our daughter well. While I took Lily into the elevator. On the way, she was still pretending to be pitiful and begging me for adoption. As if the whole world except my family were bad people. But no matter what she said, I remained silent, responding politely. It was already six in the morning when the statement was finished. Lily was left at the police station waiting for her adoptive parents to pick her up. I finally returned home. The fear of surviving a disaster made me sweat cold sweat continuously. I clearly realized that this place has been targeted by Lily. Can’t stay anymore. I spent a day selling the house at home and preparing to move. But unexpectedly, I was still a step too late. At six in the afternoon, my daughter’s homeroom teacher called me. “Chloe’s parent, why didn’t Chloe come to school today? Is she sick? Why didn’t you ask for leave from me?” In an instant, cold sweat soaked my back. The scene of my daughter falling from the building and dying in my previous life flashed through my mind continuously. When I spoke, my voice was trembling with nervousness. “My daughter was sent to school by my husband personally this morning. It’s impossible she’s not there. Is there a mistake? Have you searched everywhere in the school?” “Teacher, a child missing is not a small matter. You can’t joke with me!” The teacher obviously didn’t expect this result, stunned for two seconds before explaining: “Chloe’s parent, I have been in school all day today and indeed haven’t seen Chloe. You said your husband sent her, did the child feel unwell on the way and he took her to the hospital? Why don’t you ask him?” “I have already investigated simply about Chloe’s absence today. High school seniors have tight study schedules and their range of activities is not large. Classmates familiar with Chloe said they haven’t seen her today, nor heard that she was asking for leave today. You better ask the child’s father, don’t let anything really happen.” “High school seniors are under great pressure, in case the child can’t think straight…” I couldn’t hear what the teacher said afterwards. Only one thought in my mind. My daughter is missing. Countless bloody scenes flashed before my eyes. I don’t know how I hung up the phone. When I came back to my senses, I was already sitting on the ground, without half an ounce of strength in my body. I hurriedly dialed Julian’s number with trembling hands. He picked up after ringing for almost a minute. Sounded like he was in a meeting at the company. “What’s wrong, honey? Calling me at this time, shouldn’t you be picking up our daughter at school?” Hearing my husband’s familiar voice, I couldn’t help choking up. “The homeroom teacher just called and said Chloe is missing. Are you sure you sent Chloe to school personally this morning?” “Did you watch her enter the school? Why did a perfectly fine child disappear? How do you be a father!” “The child has no news for a day, what work and meeting are you still doing! Who is the money earned for?” Maybe my tone was too bad. Julian, who usually has a good temper, was also a bit anxious at this time. “I definitely sent the person to the school, but didn’t watch her go in with my own eyes. Where can she run to when she’s already at the school gate? Is the teacher mistaken?” “Chloe is usually so obedient and most active in going to school. Don’t worry first, I’ll go to the school immediately to ask the teacher, if not, call the police. It’s a society ruled by law, a child as big as Chloe will definitely be fine.” Julian’s words reminded me. I was too anxious just now and almost forgot about calling the police. Thinking that Lily was still in the police station last night. There should be no opportunity to commit a crime in a short time. As long as confirming she is still at the police station waiting for her adoptive parents to pick her up, my daughter, even if missing, shouldn’t repeat the tragedy of the previous life. Maybe she is just under too much study pressure. Maybe she just wanted to go out and relax today. I hurriedly dialed the police number to inquire. “Hello, I am the person who sent Lily to the police station last night. Is Lily still in the police station right now?” But the next second, my whole body stiffened, goosebumps all over. “Lily? She was picked up long ago. Forgot to notify you, sorry.” I clenched the phone tightly, just about to say about my daughter’s disappearance. The police continued to speak, tone puzzled. “However, when her adoptive parents came, we questioned them, and the situation was quite different from what she said last night. They took her back just to have an extra daughter. The family already has a mentally retarded son, and the family conditions are not very good. They want to raise a normal child so that they can have a guarantee for their old age.” “Heard from them, when they just picked Lily back, they had already prepared an independent bedroom for the child, bought quite a few new clothes, and changed her wheelchair to a new one. Just don’t know what happened, Lily’s reaction has always been very flat, not like this age at all.” “They thought the child was born disabled and somewhat introverted, so they didn’t think much. As a result, Lily suddenly disappeared at night. If the police hadn’t called, they would have gone crazy with anxiety…” Seeing no reaction from me for a long time, the police thought I was worrying about Lily. Kindly persuaded a few sentences. “Don’t worry too much. Lily is a smart kid, she should be fine. It’s just maybe because she’s an orphan, she has some psychological problems. Now being adopted, family harmonious, should be able to recover slowly.” But I didn’t care about Lily’s situation at all. Only the sentence “their family conditions are not very good” was in my ears.

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In the third year of scamming and cheating the “Crown Prince” of the Beijing circle, I got pregnant. They said the Crown Prince was noble and cold, and wouldn’t tolerate a canary with a cub. So I ran away overnight with the baby. He went crazy and turned the whole city upside down but couldn’t find me. When I was forced to return to the country, the Crown Prince suddenly appeared. Choking my neck: “Chloe Vance, you still know how to come back?” My daughter excitedly hugged his thigh: “Mommy, this is the daddy I found for myself!” My dear daughter, how did you find your own biological father? 1 I was a canary kept outside by Julian Sterling, the “Crown Prince” of the Beijing elite circle. He was a cold-hearted and cold-faced man, who had never liked me. Only occasionally in bed could I feel him slightly losing control. But he had only kept me as his canary, and for three whole years. I looked at the pregnancy report in my hand, clenching my fist. Learning that Julian was at a bar, I rushed over immediately. I couldn’t wait to tell him about my pregnancy. The private room was quiet. The moment I pushed the door open, I heard a voice from inside. It was his best friend’s voice: “Uncle and Auntie have already found a marriage partner for you, the little princess of the Qin family. She’s beautiful, why don’t you just agree?” Julian raised his eyes indifferently: “If you like her, you marry her.” His friend shook his head: “Julian, is that canary of yours really that good? Bewitching you so much.” I expected his answer. But he said nothing. His friend teased: “If that little canary of yours gets pregnant…” Before he could finish, Julian put down his glass. His tone brooked no argument, cold and stiff: “I took precautions, she won’t get pregnant. “She can’t get pregnant either.” His friend smiled ambiguously: “So if she really gets pregnant, you’d make her abort it?” He didn’t speak. I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. Almost forgot, Julian had always been careful about contraception. He couldn’t tolerate a canary with a child. I turned around and tore the pregnancy report in my hand to shreds. Suddenly felt ridiculous. I actually thought for a moment that he would look forward to the arrival of this child. Long after, I learned that someone in the private room made a dirty remark about me later. Julian crushed the wine glass with a cold face. That night, Julian didn’t come back. I had a nightmare. Dreamed of Julian strangling my neck, his eyes dark and bloodthirsty: “Who do you think you are? “A plaything, how dare you carry a child of the Sterling family?” My face turned red from suffocation, Julian’s cold and ruthless look reflected in my eyes. I woke up with a start. Realized it was a dream and breathed a sigh of relief. I suddenly remembered, Julian wasn’t the noble and indifferent person he appeared to be. He was essentially a cold-blooded and cruel monster. 2 Three years ago, Julian was framed and drugged. When he woke up, I lied to him saying he forced himself on me, demanding he protect me for three years. Actually, that night I knocked him out. I only asked for a shelter. The consequence of scheming against him that time was—I almost died. I thought I would be afraid of him. But unexpectedly, during this period, I fell in love with him. Even more ridiculously, his indulgence towards me during this time made me actually sprout the idea of marrying him, having children, and living an ordinary life. Now, it’s time to wake up. I stroked my lower abdomen. Now, this child is my only relative in the world. I can’t let Julian know about the child’s existence, can’t let him deprive the child of the right to be born. I called Julian’s nemesis, Lucas Chen. He chuckled: “Chloe, you finally called me.” I didn’t let him call me so intimately. I only said: “Take me away, to a place where Julian can’t find me.” 3 Lucas kept his promise and gave me a way to go abroad avoiding Julian’s eyes. But he had one condition, asking me to distract Julian for an hour. This hour was the time I won for myself to escape. I asked why he couldn’t find an excuse to distract Julian. He was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: “Chloe, I still have to live after you leave. “If Julian finds out I let you go, when he comes knocking, my old man will kill me if he knows.” I pursed my lips: “Maybe Julian won’t come after you for me.” After all, just a canary, dispensable. It was my despicableness, stealing these three years with dishonorable means. He snorted meaningfully: “Who knows.” I begged him, after I leave, never tell Julian where I am. He just laughed, laughing for a long while before stopping. Solemnly promised me. Always felt he had bad intentions, but I quickly ignored this unease in my heart. Julian treated me well usually, I could swipe his card freely, lacking nothing. If it were just me, I wouldn’t take anything. But with the baby, I have to think for her. Using the card Julian gave me, I spent millions in some stores successively. Then promised to give each store ten thousand, asking them to exchange it for cash for me. Julian called when he received the consumption notifications. His tone was indifferent as always. “What else do you need? I’ll have Harry buy it for you.” I felt guilty: “No… no need… I just bought some things randomly.” He hummed, as if just asking on a whim. I don’t know where I got the courage, suddenly asked: “Julian, are you just playing with me?” After speaking, I was stunned for two seconds. Not hearing a reply from the other side, I quickly said I was possessed just now, and hung up immediately. Time passed, everything was ready. When Julian came back, I was extra enthusiastic, leaning up to hug him, kissing his chin randomly. Finding his lips, kissing again. His hands gripped my waist tight, breath slightly heavy. Before the last step, I called stop. Claiming my period came. The lust in his eyes receded, big palm landing on my lower abdomen. Frowning: “Period early? Ate something cold? I’ll take you to see a doctor tomorrow.” My heartbeat accelerated, face slightly hot, quickly declined. I’m not an expressive person, neither is he. But today, I just wanted to cling to him like this, asking for kisses, acting spoiled, attracting his attention. I mumbled: “Really want to eat the pear blossom pastry from the night market in the West District…” He responded: “I’ll have Harry buy it.” “No…” I leaned up to kiss him, blinking my eyes staring at him: “I just want you to buy it. That shop might close soon, but I want to eat it today.” His body was a bit stiff, not used to me being like this. Meeting my gaze as if exploring, I blinked at him again. He seemed to sigh faintly: “Okay.” I continued: “Be nice when you get there, don’t scare people.” He responded again: “Okay.” Julian never had anyone watch me. After he left, I immediately dialed Lucas’s number. Before leaving, I sent him a scheduled message: [Julian, let’s end this. Three years are up, I won’t pester you anymore.] By the time I arrive, he should receive the message. I was really crazy to think Julian would go mad looking for me. Lucas didn’t know why I left, but he advised me one sentence: “Since you left, don’t come back. Julian is a lunatic. If he finds out you played him and came back, he might really kill you.” But four years later, I still came back. 4 Four years later. I appeared at the airport again, stepping on the road back to the country. After landing, I went to the restroom. When I came out, my daughter Sunny hugged me: “Mommy, Sunny just found herself a handsome daddy!” I took it as a joke. I didn’t tell anyone about coming back, only my best friend. Sunny and I are staying at her place temporarily. In these few years, I established my own career abroad and became a somewhat famous fashion designer. Coming back this time, firstly, I was invited to participate in Fashion Week. Secondly, I got news that I actually have a sister. Besides my daughter, I have another close relative in this world. I want to find her. So I risked returning to the capital. Four years ago, I saw someone took a set of photos. Julian queuing to buy snacks at the night market. A faint smile on his lips. Holding a box of pear blossom pastries in his hand. Netizens were confused, the Crown Prince actually came to the night market. He was a clean freak, always resisted eating at such small stalls and restaurants. I still keep the few photos about him in my phone. Later, seeing news about him again was all over the internet about Julian leading the Sterling Group to the world. Beside him, there was also a beautiful figure. It was the apple of the Qin family’s eye. He was already surrounded by stars, after this, the difference between us was like clouds and mud. My best friend asked if I still had feelings for Julian. I shook my head. My dream woke up long ago.

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When the “Crown Prince” of the city’s elite circle pursued me, he gave me BMWs and luxury villas. My best friend said relying on a man is worse than relying on yourself. I believed her words, decisively rejected the Crown Prince, and returned all those gifts. Heartbroken, the Crown Prince went abroad and died in a conflict zone. As a result, I lived my whole life as an ordinary white-collar worker, working myself to death for a monthly salary of a few thousand dollars. It wasn’t until I fell seriously ill from overwork that my best friend said to me: “You were destined to soar, but who told you to be stupid enough to believe whatever I said? Seeing you living worse than me makes me feel balanced.” As I spat blood in anger, she took the opportunity to pull my oxygen tube, letting me die in the hospital bed. Turns out, her words were never for my own good. After rebirth, looking at the Crown Prince who was about to buy me a luxury villa, I smiled sweetly: “Let’s date!” Refusing money, I was indeed a fool in my past life. As for my best friend, I want her to be insanely jealous but unable to do anything to me. 1 “Gardenia (Zhizhi), do you like this house?” Julian King reached out to open the car door for me, pointing at the European-style villa in front of us, asking with a smile, his eyes full of joy expecting praise. “You want to give it to me?” I raised my head blankly, looking at the vivid Julian in front of me and my own fair and tender hands, realizing with hindsight that I had actually been reborn. Reborn to the time when I hadn’t rejected Julian yet, and he hadn’t gone abroad heartbroken and died in a conflict zone. At this moment, his smile was warm and gentle, like a ray of warm sun. The thing I regretted most in my past life wasn’t rejecting the immense wealth, but regretting letting such a deeply affectionate person die abroad because of my rejection. It could be said he died because of me. I thought more than once, if I hadn’t chosen to reject him back then, he wouldn’t have died young abroad. “Yes, this way you don’t have to worry about being kicked out by the landlord every day. It’s not a loan, I’ll choose to pay in full so you have no worries, okay?” Julian asked me cautiously, afraid I would be angry with him and ignore him. Actually, he didn’t need to be so careful with me. He never owed me anything. Instead, I accepted his kindness again and again but refused to agree to be with him for a long time. Just because my best friend, Chloe Xu, would brainwash me under the banner of being for my own good every time Julian showed kindness to me. “A rich young master like Julian can’t be sincere to you.” “Relying on a man is worse than relying on yourself. Reject him! We want to be independent women.” 2 But in fact, I wasn’t cut out to be an independent “big woman” at all. My knowledge and vision were too ordinary. In my past life, after rejecting him, I worked hard and down-to-earth for my career for twenty years. For this, I even chose not to marry, thinking that heaven rewards diligence, and my hard work would definitely pay off. But in the end, before I died, my salary was only five thousand a month, and I worked myself into a body full of ailments. Because there are too many ordinary corporate workers like me, a dime a dozen. I could be replaced at any time. I wasn’t cut out to be a heroine. But it’s different with Julian. He thinks I’m special, he likes me. This villa he casually gave me is worth eight figures. It’s an existence where I couldn’t even afford a toilet inside even if I worked hard all my life. In my last life, I rejected his proposal and turned away, wasting his good intentions. So in my last life, three days later, I was kicked out of my rental because the landlord raised the price temporarily. I simply deserved it. But now, I accepted it generously: “I accept, thank you for your gift, I like it very much. I can finally say goodbye to the landlord’s face that raises prices at any time.” Seeing me accept his gift for the first time, Julian happily called the agent waiting aside: “Come here, bring the contract for her to sign. My secretary will transfer the money to your account in an hour.” So a luxury house worth tens of millions was added to my name, and Julian didn’t feel the pinch at all. During the meal, he told me: “I’m very happy you could accept my kindness. “You know what? The location of this house is particularly good, and your neighbors are all very kind people. This villa really suits you perfectly. Living here in the future, I can work with more peace of mind, not worrying about you being troubled by the landlord at any time. “And you don’t need to have any psychological burden. Its existence is just a kind gift from me. Not a bargaining chip for me to force you to be with me. You don’t need to have any psychological burden.” This villa was actually carefully selected by him. Such a good man, only giving, not asking for return! I must have been blind and blind-hearted in my past life to listen to Chloe’s words and push him away. I only thought Chloe was doing it for my own good at the time, never thinking that Chloe was jealous of me. Her own life was a mess, and she didn’t want me to live a good life either. Actually, if she had good intentions back then, after I got together with Julian and lived a good life, I would definitely have helped her as a best friend. Originally we could have gone up a level together, but she wanted to drag me into the mud with her. At this moment, my hatred for her reached its peak. I can’t wait to see her breakdown. 3 When Julian drove me downstairs to my rental apartment, he looked nervous: “Can I go up and sit for a while? Just drink some water and leave.” Heard that before meeting me, Julian was not good with words and had a bad childhood experience. Maybe because when he was an intern at the grassroots level of our company, I thought he was an ordinary employee and helped him when he was made difficult by other employees, he was very willing to contact me and very active. He is different from those men with many tricks. He said going up to drink water meant just drinking water and leaving. He didn’t have those crooked intestines (bad intentions). He was satisfied just looking at me a few more times. This time I didn’t reject him: “Sure! Just right for you to know the door. If possible, come help me move tomorrow morning! I want to move into the new home you gave me quickly.” Julian didn’t expect me, who was always polite but wary and distant towards him, to make exceptions for him again and again today. The raised corners of his mouth never came down. He followed me upstairs excitedly, chattering: “You agree to let me help you move? What time tomorrow? Is 6 am too early? How about 8 am? Need a moving company? I’ll contact one!” In the past, I would have disliked him being too attentive, but now I find his love-brained look strangely cute. I thought about it and responded to him: “8:30! By then, I should have packed up.” Julian quickly nodded and noted it down. Then he really followed me back to the rental room, drank a cup of warm water and left. I put a little osmanthus honey in that water, hoping he would have a sweet dream tonight. What made me feel very comfortable was that he didn’t show a disgusted expression because my rental room was small throughout the whole process. He said, a girl coming out to strive on her own, being able to have such a small nest shows that I have worked very hard. Quite good at comforting people. 4 After he left, I pretended to call Chloe inadvertently: “Julian said he wanted to give me a villa today, do you think I should accept it?” Chloe, who was still working overtime on Saturday over there, was extremely resentful: “Of course don’t accept it, others will treat you as a gold digger if you do. Reject him! You must reject him fiercely.” I pretended to be ignorant and nodded: “Okay! I originally thought, if you like this villa, I could pass it on to you. Since you think this is more like gold digging, I’d better reject it! A house worth more than ten million.” Chloe, who originally wanted to persuade me to continue rejecting, seemed to be drinking water, and then she choked on the water. After coughing several times, she quickly asked me: “How much did you say? A house worth more than ten million? Could it be a trap? Did he ask you to take a loan? Does decoration still need a large sum of money? That’s a means to manipulate you; he wants to control you with money.” I shook my head: “I went to see the house, in Cloud District, fully furnished. He said he paid in full. If you don’t want it, forget it.” I said, pretending to hang up the phone. Even Chloe, who was bent on persuading me to stay away from Julian, was severely moved when she heard about the villa worth ten million. She shouted loudly to stop me: “Don’t hang up yet! Who said I don’t want it? You are going to be self-improving in the future. Let me do this kind of gold-digging thing! You accept his kindness first, then immediately transfer the house to me. This way you can also maintain your persona of not bowing for money.” But when did I ever want to set up some broken persona of not bowing for money? What is the meaning of living if not to make money? Didn’t she always shout at me not to accept any gifts from Julian before? Why doesn’t she shout at me not to rely on men but rely on myself at this time? Turns out she has always been a double-standard dog. That set of rhetoric before was just to fool me. Just because I was simple and easy to cheat, she wanted to destroy my bright and brilliant future? Really too vicious. How could I be so stupid back then to think she was thinking for me? I was simply stupid to death in my past life. 5 “Gardenia, why aren’t you talking? Are you moved by my act of self-sacrifice? “You don’t need to thank me too much. In the future, whenever Julian says he wants to give you anything, just throw it to me without burden. I’ll bear it for you. Also don’t reject too hard, keep him hooked first.” In front of money, Chloe opened her mind instantly. Originally wanting to persuade me to stay away from Julian, now she hopes I can get more, get for her. Really shameless enough. “But, didn’t you always say to let me reject him before? Let me think about it carefully! I don’t know for a moment whether to listen to what you say now or what you said before.” After finishing, I hung up the phone directly at her most expectant moment. I think without my accurate answer, Chloe should be tossing and turning tonight, unable to sleep no matter what. You know that’s ten million! Ten million that she would find hard to earn in a lifetime no matter how she struggled. If she didn’t get it in the end because of my hesitation, I think she would regret it for life. Sure enough, five minutes later, Chloe took the initiative to call me: “Gardenia, I thought carefully. My previous thoughts were not mature enough. You can actually treat him…” Without waiting for her to finish, I smiled and took the conversation: “You want to say neither riches nor honors can corrupt, neither poverty nor humble condition can swerve, neither threats nor force can subdue? I’ve heard you say this many times. I will consider it seriously. Going to sleep first.” After speaking, I hung up her phone directly, then turned it off, and went to get my beauty sleep. Actually, about half an hour later, Chloe came downstairs to my rental apartment. She shouted downstairs, wanting to see me, wanting to persuade me to accept that villa and give it to her. But I pretended not to hear directly, rolled over and continued sleeping. Anyway, there is access control downstairs, she can only shout downstairs. Without the access password, she can’t come up. And because this building is full of working people, being woken up when falling asleep caused great resentment. Without me stopping her, the middle-aged aunt upstairs was already cursing at Chloe downstairs: “Middle of the night, shouting what? If you don’t leave, I’ll splash water.” The young man downstairs also raised a wine bottle aimed at Chloe downstairs: “If you disturb my gaming again, I’ll smash you.” Scaring Chloe into fleeing with her head in her hands, leaving unwillingly…

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When I was three months pregnant, my CEO husband, Julian Reed, suddenly handed me a divorce agreement. He wanted to divorce me to marry his “white moonlight” (first love), Sophia Turner, because Sophia was pregnant. He didn’t want Sophia to bear the stigma of having a child out of wedlock, nor did he want her child to be illegitimate, so he wronged me, his legal wife. In my past life, I refused to divorce even unto death. Julian and I fought and argued, and I even threatened suicide. In the end, both my unborn child and I lost our lives. Reliving my life, this won’t happen again. I signed the divorce agreement without any hesitation. That very night, I went to the hospital and terminated the pregnancy. Later, after Julian finally appeased Sophia, he came to ask me for remarriage. He knocked on my door carrying bags of baby products. Looking at my flat abdomen, Julian’s pupils shrank: “Where is our child?” I looked at him and smiled: “Aborted! The day you divorced me, I aborted it!” 1 “Chloe, to prevent Sophia from being criticized, I have to divorce you and marry her. Don’t worry, after she gives birth, I will divorce her and remarry you.” When Julian Reed handed me the signed divorce agreement, I had just been reborn. Looking at this familiar yet strange face, listening to his shameless words, physical and psychological repulsion made me slap Julian’s hand away. The divorce agreement fell to the ground. Julian glared at me with a dark face. Beside him, Sophia Turner’s eyes were filled with tears, “Sister Chloe, it’s all my fault. For the sake of the child in my belly not being called a bastard, I beg you! I’ll kneel for you!” She pretended to kneel, naturally impossible to actually kneel down. Julian hugged her distressedly. He hugged another woman tightly in front of me, his pregnant wife, looking at me with deep disappointment: “Why are you so unreasonable? I said it’s just a fake divorce, doing this is only to help Sophia. Sophia saved me back then, I can’t leave her in the lurch! Why can’t you understand me?” Looking at Julian’s disappointed gaze, I remembered my experience in the previous life. In my previous life, I loved Julian so much and was just pregnant, how could I agree to such an absurd thing. I firmly refused to divorce, crying and making a scene. Julian was extremely disappointed in me. If I didn’t sign the divorce, Julian couldn’t marry Sophia, and couldn’t let Sophia give birth legitimately. Worried that Sophia would be cyberbullied and lose her reputation, Julian used extraordinary means on me. He personally set a trap to make me look like a woman who cheated in marriage and was promiscuous and shameless. Looking at the overwhelming public condemnation against me, I was stunned. I called Julian wanting him to clarify for me, but Julian blocked me. Finally, while being chased by paparazzi, the car I was driving suddenly malfunctioned, crashed into the bridge pier of the cross-sea bridge, and rushed into the sea. Before dying, the cold and salty seawater kept pouring into my nose and mouth. That despair and pain made me shudder. Across from me, Julian, holding Sophia, said coldly: “Chloe Vance, let me tell you, you have to divorce whether you want to or not! I tell you, if you don’t listen, I have plenty of means to make you divorce obediently!” The means he spoke of was to turn me into a slut, an object of everyone’s scorn, causing the death of both me and my child. Having experienced Julian’s means, how could I still be obsessed? I pulled the corner of my mouth: “No need for means, I’ll sign! Immediately, right now!” 2 Seeing me pick up the divorce agreement from the ground and calmly sign it, Julian looked surprised. Tentatively asked: “Then we go to City Hall now?” “Okay!” I agreed without any objection. Knowing the true face of this man in front of me, how could I let myself fall into a predicament again. Leaving him is the first thing to do. Seeing me agree so readily, without arguing or making noise, cracks appeared on Julian’s face. I knew what he was uncomfortable about. He just thought I would make a big scene and refuse to divorce. Now that I did as he wished, he was unhappy again. He wanted to see me live and die for him, wanted to see me unable to leave him, showing a humble and broken look. Julian wanted to take all the good things. Why didn’t he think about how there could be such cheap things in this world? Coming out of City Hall, I walked silently towards the car I came in. Seeing me calm from beginning to end, showing no reluctance nor looking at him once, Julian finally couldn’t help it. He stopped me as I was about to leave: “Chloe, I might not be able to come back to accompany you in the future. Remember to call me if you need anything.” “No need. Since we are divorced, we should act like it. It’s better not to interact. After all, you are about to marry Miss Turner. Us contacting each other would be unfair to Miss Turner.” I dropped these words, got in the car, and went straight to the hospital. From registration to finishing the surgery and checking into the postpartum center, it took me less than four hours. Lying on the bed in the postpartum center, a message came on my phone. It was from a strange number, a custom wedding dress priced at millions, air-freighted roses. And a five-star hotel ballroom, gold-plated invitations, and a diamond ring symbolizing loving only one person in a lifetime. Needless to say, it was Sophia using a side account to show off to me. Have to say, Sophia knows how to provoke me. When I was with Julian, his family suffered an economic crisis and was penniless, having nothing. Julian and I were forced to squeeze into a basement less than ten square meters, eating instant noodles, chased by debt collectors everywhere. What I fancied was Julian’s talent, him as a person. So I was willing to suffer with Julian. When we got married, Julian was still in the struggle stage. Julian gave me nothing for the wedding. We just went to City Hall to get the certificate and then ate a bowl of spicy hot pot together. At that time, Julian held my hand and swore that one day he would compensate me, giving me the best of everything in the world. Later, after Julian became successful, he never mentioned compensating me, and I never thought about asking for compensation. I thought with true love, we could depend on each other until old age. I didn’t expect a lifetime to be only a short five years. The compensation Julian promised me was all given to Sophia. Because Sophia once helped him, he wanted to repay Sophia. In my past life, I asked Julian more than once, why did he have to marry her to repay Sophia? Julian said this was Sophia’s wish, Sophia’s only request. He put Sophia first but ignored me, the wife who tasted all the bitterness with him. In my past life, I didn’t feel anything wrong at all, actually foolishly wanting his love. I really didn’t die unjustly. 3 I ignored Sophia’s provocation and calmly ate the nutritious meal prepared by the postpartum center. Seeing me unmoved, Sophia stopped. I ate and drank enough and prepared to rest. Suddenly another message came on my phone. This time it was Julian: “Chloe, have you had dinner? is the baby fussing?” I didn’t reply. A few minutes later, Julian sent a long explanation message: “You were wronged today! Sorry Chloe! Believe me, the person I love is you. I have nothing to do with Sophia. I did this only to repay kindness. Don’t worry, once Sophia gives birth to the child, and her child has a legal identity, I will divorce her and remarry you.” I couldn’t help laughing out loud reading his message. In the previous life, he didn’t have these explanatory words, only impatience and calculation towards me. He clearly knew I loved him deeply, clearly knew I was pregnant. Yet he was willing to design me so cruelly for so-called repayment of kindness. Before dying, I always believed there was love between Julian and me. But after dying once, I understood that in Julian’s heart, I probably couldn’t even compare to a strand of Sophia’s hair. Otherwise, how could he bear to make such a shameless request to me, how could he design me so despicably? I ignored Julian. I just had surgery and needed rest. Only by recovering my body can I do the next things. I turned off my phone and let myself fall into deep sleep wholeheartedly. I recuperated in the postpartum center for a week. At the end of the week, my body recovered quite well. Leaving the center, I turned on my phone and saw at a glance the dense missed calls and messages, all from Julian. Divorced strangers now, don’t understand why he called me so many times. I didn’t care about his intentions and drove home. Getting out of the car, I actually saw Sophia. Sophia stood at the gate making a call, her face fierce to the extreme. Seeing me, Sophia froze, immediately hung up the phone and walked quickly towards me. Without outsiders, Sophia was no longer that delicate and weak appearance. She walked up to me in three steps and cursed: “Chloe Vance, where the hell did you die these past few days?” 4 I frowned looking at Sophia’s face distorted with anger: “What does where I go have to do with Miss Turner? Don’t you think you are meddling too much?” “You think I want to manage you? You damn woman, you deliberately didn’t answer Julian’s calls, right? Thought you agreed to divorce because you figured it out, didn’t expect you to pull this stunt. Chloe Vance, I underestimated you!” Sophia was really angry, spit flying, no image at all. I looked at Sophia’s distorted face feeling a bit disgusted, ignored Sophia and went straight into the house. When opening the door, Sophia roared angrily behind me: “It’s all because you bitch played missing, delaying my wedding with Julian.” I turned off my phone for a week to have peace, thought Julian and Sophia had already got the license and held a grand wedding. Didn’t expect not yet. Sophia blamed me for not being able to hold the wedding with Julian. She really can’t distinguish clearly. What does this have to do with me? I said calmly: “Miss Turner, Julian and I have divorced. What he wants to do has nothing to do with me. I have no reason or obligation to report my schedule to him. Also, since you and Julian are preparing to get married, please control your man well. Don’t let him disturb me like a mad dog. I am very disgusted.” I told the truth, but Sophia went crazy with anger. Cursed at me: “Chloe Vance, you bitch, you think playing this trick will make Julian soft-hearted towards you. Let me tell you, stop dreaming! With me here, Julian won’t remarry you! Never in this life!” “Who said I want to remarry Julian? Trash should stay in the trash can. I think you two are very compatible. Being locked together for a lifetime is best.” I slammed the door shut, isolating Sophia’s curses outside. Half an hour later, Julian rushed in. He broke in and questioned me angrily: “Where did you hide these past few days? Why didn’t you reply to messages? Why didn’t you answer calls? Do you know how worried I was about you? I looked everywhere for you during this time. If I didn’t find you, I was going to call the police!” Looked for me? Worried about me? Does Julian look like he loves me that much? Loved me but forced me to divorce to marry another woman? Loved me but let me carry infamy and die with the baby? I looked indifferently at Julian’s flustered appearance and said slowly: “Julian Reed, we have divorced. We have no relationship anymore. Don’t you know the principle that I have no responsibility or obligation to reply to your messages and calls?” Julian was stunned hearing me say this: “So you deliberately didn’t reply to my messages or answer my calls these past few days?” “Yes! A qualified ex should be like dead, never contacting. From now on, I won’t reply to your messages or answer your calls. Hope you understand.” 5 I just stated the facts calmly, but Julian was furious. He kicked over the coffee table: “You actually did it on purpose? I thought you were sensible. Didn’t expect you to be such a person. Chloe Vance, you disappointed me too much!” Looking at Julian’s flustered appearance, I really didn’t understand: “Mr. Reed, we are divorced. What I do has nothing to do with you, similarly what you do has nothing to do with me. When you proposed divorce, you should have been very clear about this, right? What does acting like this mean now? I remind you that your marriage partner is still here. You doing this will make her look bad.” Julian looked at me with unimaginable gaze: “Are you angry with me? Are you doing this on purpose? Chloe Vance, you clearly know my divorce with you is just an expedient measure.” “There is no expedient measure. Divorce is divorce, bridges are bridges, roads are roads. Mr. Reed, according to the divorce agreement, this house belongs to me now. Please don’t appear here in the future, okay?” Julian didn’t believe I wanted to cut ties with him from the bottom of my heart, still thinking I was playing hard to get: “Chloe Vance, I know you are angry with me. You are saying these words deliberately to anger me.” “No! You misunderstood! I really want to cut ties with you completely and never meet again from the bottom of my heart.” “Haha! How is that possible? Chloe Vance, stop saying angry words. I know your feelings for me. You love me so much, you can’t leave me, let alone we have a child.” Julian knew how much I looked forward to having a child with him. Married for five years without a child, finally getting pregnant, I was careful every day. Eating and drinking according to scientific methods, I would nag him about the child several times a day, looking forward to the child’s birth. In Julian’s view, the child was my life, the bond maintaining my relationship with him. Julian didn’t know I had already aborted the child. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When he spoke again, he had sorted out his emotions: “Chloe, I know you and the child have been wronged! How about this, I won’t hold a grand wedding with Sophia, we’ll just get the certificate. This should calm your anger, right?” When Julian made concessions, I clearly saw disbelief in Sophia’s eyes. A few days ago, she used a side account to show off her million-dollar wedding dress, air-freighted wedding roses, five-star hotel wedding hall, and the one-and-only diamond ring. Now Julian canceled it with one sentence. How could Sophia endure it? Sophia cried, looking pitiful. “Julian, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have troubled you, to prevent Chloe from misunderstanding you and becoming distant. I better not marry you.” Seeing Sophia cry, Julian immediately felt reluctant: “I promised to help you! The marriage won’t change. I will definitely let the child in your belly be born legitimately.” “No need. This child was an accident, shouldn’t have appeared. I’ll go abort it!” Sophia said covering her face crying and ran out. Julian froze for a moment, then chased after her. I sat on the sofa without moving. A few minutes later, Julian’s exclamation came from outside: “Sophia! Sophia wake up!” Then after a short while, the car roared away. I received a text from Julian: “Chloe, Sophia got emotional, fell and fainted. I have to take her to the hospital. Be good.” Hehe! At noon, I received a message from an anonymous number: “Your husband is mine now!” The picture was Julian gently feeding Sophia. I exited without expression, followed by another anonymous message. I thought it was a provocative message from Sophia. After seeing the content clearly, my face changed instantly.

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Everyone in the Upper East Side circle knew I’d been obsessed with Asher Sterling since we were kids. He went to Exeter; I went to Exeter. He learned eight languages; I learned eight languages. He studied finance at Wharton; I studied finance at Wharton. The Sterling and Vance families were destined to merge. Our business empires were too intertwined; one couldn’t survive without the other. But on our wedding day, Asher made a detour on his way to the altar. He flew straight to Paris to save his “one that got away”—the damsel in distress. We were childhood sweethearts, and now, we were the biggest joke in Manhattan. Wearing a custom Vera Wang gown worth eight figures, I walked down the aisle and completed the grand ceremony alone. That day, in the media frenzy that covered every tabloid, my name was placed before his for the first time. Idiot. Men are a dime a dozen in New York City. But a fully formed business empire? There’s only one of those. I didn’t just want his body. I wanted his money. 1 Asher’s private jet had already taken off. I locked myself in the bridal suite at The Plaza and shed exactly one tear. My short-tempered father was cursing up a storm outside. Mr. Sterling, Asher’s father, was furiously making calls, demanding Asher be dragged back the second he landed. My phone buzzed with two messages. Asher: [Summer, wait for me. I’ll explain everything when I get back.] The second message was a photo of Asher. He was walking toward the boarding gate, head down, on the phone. He was wearing the bespoke tuxedo I had spent months perfecting with the designers. The tie I hand-picked hung loosely around his neck. His expression was gentle, his eyes full of that sickeningly sweet indulgence, as if he were softly coaxing the person on the other end of the line. Anyone seeing it would sigh and say, “That lucky girl.” I zoomed in on the photo and stared at it for a long while. It was hard to let go. Truly. But I gave him a chance, and he made his choice. In chess, once you lift your finger from the piece, the move is final. I touched up my makeup, gathered the long train of my gown, opened the door, and flashed a perfect smile at the elders standing outside with their various expressions of horror. “The wedding proceeds as planned.” 2 Asher returned to New York three days later. For the past seventy-two hours, I was the undisputed queen of traffic. From the New York Times to TMZ, everyone was discussing Sloane Vance, the heiress who was abandoned by Asher Sterling on her wedding day but insisted on completing the ceremony solo. Some lamented the coldness of the rich, some fought for justice on my behalf, and naturally, some gloated. Regardless, in the overwhelming press coverage, my name—Sloane Vance—was ranked ahead of Asher Sterling’s for the first time. To apologize to the Vance family, my father-in-law, Chairman Sterling, hosted a private dinner at their Hamptons estate. After the wine flowed, the atmosphere softened. Chairman Sterling raised his glass to me. “Summer, this toast is to you. “You really are Robert’s daughter. Thank you for being decisive and protecting the reputation of both our families. “The Sterling family has wronged you. Rest assured, I will make this right.” I lowered my eyes demurely and raised my glass. Just as I was about to speak, the banquet hall doors swung open. Asher walked in, looking travel-worn and exhausted. My dad saw him and his face darkened. He slammed his glass down on the table. The massive hall went silent. Chairman Sterling glared at my dad, gritted his teeth, and barked at Asher: “On your knees!” Asher walked up to my father, step by step, and bowed slightly. “Dad, I was wrong.” My father scoffed coldly and didn’t respond. Asher straightened up and placed a document on the table. “I’m here to make amends. “While in the States, using my status as the Vance family son-in-law, I represented Vance Corp and signed the acquisition deal with the Bellamy Group.” 3 Vance Corp had been fighting for the Bellamy partnership for six months. All details were finalized, but Bellamy kept stalling the signature. My dad had gone gray worrying about this deal. I had to admit, Asher knew how to play psychological warfare. Presenting this contract was a massive offering to Vance Corp. My dad choked on his anger. Facing Asher now, he couldn’t stay mad, but he couldn’t exactly smile either. Asher stood there, hands clasped, eyes lowered, the picture of calm confidence. Chairman Sterling exhaled in relief and started a slow clap. “Robert, how about that? My son isn’t useless after all, is he? “Helping you secure Bellamy in one go… he deserves some credit.” With Chairman Sterling leading, the guests awkwardly joined in the applause. The atmosphere began to warm up. But, Asher… you humiliated my family on a global stage. Did you really think a contract would wipe the slate clean? I frowned, let my eyes redden, and walked up to him, looking him up and down. “Asher, why are you still wearing your wedding tux? “Was taking care of Miss Rose so exhausting that you didn’t even have time to change?” The hall fell dead silent. Asher’s smile froze. I forced a brave smile and pushed him gently toward the exit. “Go shower, change your clothes, and get some rest. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle things here.” Behind me, a hand slammed onto a table. I didn’t need to look; I knew it was my dad. Chairman Sterling’s voice boomed: “Freeze! You aren’t going anywhere!” In the standoff, a frail figure burst in from the entrance and threw herself between Asher and me. “Don’t make things hard for Asher. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” 4 The intruder was the culprit who made Asher abandon me at the altar—his “first love,” Serena Rose. It was late autumn, yet Serena was wearing a thin, white cotton dress, her slender body shivering. In front of everyone, Asher didn’t hesitate. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car? Why did you come in? “Are you cold?” Serena’s face was ghostly pale. She leaned into Asher’s chest, eyes red. “Asher, don’t fight with your father over me. It’s not worth it. “I don’t have much time left to live. I can’t leave you with a mess.” Before she could finish, Serena began coughing violently. Asher’s brow furrowed deeply. Without a word, he scooped Serena up into his arms. “Rena, don’t be afraid. I’m taking you to Mount Sinai Hospital.” Ignoring everyone in the room, Asher lowered his head, whispering comforts to Serena as he walked out. “Asher Sterling! Stop right there!” Chairman Sterling was shaking with rage. “If you walk out that door, you are cut off from the Sterling family legacy! Everything!” Asher stopped. He turned, looking coldly at his father. “My biggest regret is letting you send Rena to Europe back then. “Do you think you can still control me like you did when I was a teenager?” Chairman Sterling’s face turned purple, but he couldn’t speak. My dad shook his head. “Arthur, it seems you can’t control the Sterling heir anymore.” Asher looked at my dad and smirked. “Dad, the first thing I did upon landing wasn’t checking Rena into the hospital—it was bringing you the Bellamy contract. “That is my sincerity for the future of our families. “Some things are better left unsaid.” He turned to me, his eyes icy. “Sloane, I promised to marry you, and I did. “You have the title of Mrs. Sterling. I guarantee you a life of luxury. “But love? I advise you not to ask for it.” With that, he carried Serena out without looking back. Curled in his arms, Serena glanced back over his shoulder, staring straight at me. The corner of her mouth lifted in a microscopic smirk.

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My husband, who had been dead for seven years, suddenly came back to life. Not only did he bring back another woman, but he also wanted me to voluntarily give up my position as his wife. “Jade almost lost her eyes trying to save me. I’ve already promised to marry her. As long as you obediently sign the divorce papers, I can let you continue living in the house.” I was silent for a moment, then spoke calmly. “Actually, I’m already married to someone else.” My husband rolled his eyes: “Why so stubborn? Everyone knows you love me to the bone.” 1 But I was no longer the Lily of seven years ago. That girl who obeyed his every word, humbling herself to the point of losing dignity. “I have no need to lie to you. I really am married to someone else.” Julian looked at me with disdain and sneered: “Lily, stop acting. I’m not asking for your permission; I’m informing you. Whether you like it or not, I will marry Jade.” Jade tugged at his arm, her voice laced with innocence: “Julian, don’t argue with your sister. It’s just my bad fate. You should send me back.” She pretended to leave, but her hand still held Julian’s arm, her eyes looking at me with determination. Hearing this, Julian’s gaze softened instantly. “Jade, you said we’d be together forever.” “Don’t worry, Lily loves me to death. She listens to me the most. We will definitely get married.” Seven years passed, and Julian’s shamelessness had only worsened. Before I could speak, he glared at me threateningly: “You’ve enjoyed the title of Mrs. Sterling for seven years. It’s time to give way to Jade. She has suffered too much; I won’t allow you to bully her.” A mocking smile appeared on my lips: “I haven’t done anything. Don’t throw dirt on me.” Julian’s face darkened instantly. He looked at me expressionlessly: “Do you think you’re someone important? If it weren’t for the fact that you waited for me for seven years, I would have kicked you out of the Sterling house directly. Why would I waste words with you here?” Kick me out? He doesn’t have that chance. Also, why does he think I waited for him for seven years? The day he abandoned me, I stopped waiting. Seven years ago, I sat on the bed in my wedding dress, waiting for Julian to pick me up. But he ran away from the wedding. On the way, the car fell off a cliff. Only the driver survived. For seven years, everyone thought he was dead. I even chose his grave myself. Marrying into the Sterling family was something my father fought hard for. Julian could disregard the Vance family’s face, but I couldn’t. Besides, their family didn’t only have Julian as a man. In these seven years, I became a wife and a mother. If he hadn’t suddenly returned, I would have forgotten him long ago. Therefore, reuniting after many years, my heart was calm. “Julian, I’ll reiterate. We are no longer husband and wife.” “Legally, you are a deceased person.” “So whoever you want to marry has nothing to do with me.” 2 Julian sneered disdainfully: “You’re sensible. If you hadn’t pestered me to marry you back then, I wouldn’t have run to a foreign country and hidden for seven years.” I knew it. In the same car, even the driver could escape. How could he die? It turned out to be a golden cicada shedding its shell. He really hasn’t changed from beginning to end—selfish, arrogant, and irresponsible. When the news of Julian’s death came, his mother fainted on the spot and fell ill, almost following her son. Julian’s words were overheard by the butler who rushed over. “Young Master, please don’t say that.” “She is now the wife of the Sterling Group’s CEO.” “CEO’s wife?” Jade rolled her eyes and asked seemingly casually: “Julian, didn’t you say your grandfather would only pass the CEO position to you?” Julian froze for a moment, then looked at me indifferently. “My father only has me as a son. Who else besides me is qualified to inherit the CEO position?” I stared at Julian calmly. Did he leave his brain behind when he went abroad? Does he know how stupid his words sound? The butler wiped sweat from his forehead in fear: “Young Master, what nonsense are you talking about?” “Madam is married to the Third Master. The Third Master is now the CEO of the Sterling Group. Did you forget? Your Uncle Ethan.” Back when Julian ran away from the wedding, I stood blankly on the street, surrounded by spectators. It was then that Ethan Sterling stepped forward. He said he was willing to marry me. At that time, I was lost and helpless. Everyone knew I was getting married that day, but the groom died on the way. Jinx, bad luck, ominous—these words nailed me to the pillar of shame. Suddenly someone said he was willing to marry me, proving to the world that I wasn’t what they said. He would save the Vance family’s face and take me out of the predicament. Why wouldn’t I marry him? Ethan hadn’t planned to attend his nephew’s wedding, but had to return due to the old man, yet unexpectedly married me. Julian looked at me with ridicule: “Everyone knows my Uncle Ethan is not interested in women; he only cares about his career. He wouldn’t even look at a simp like Lily.” Ethan is a famous business wizard in the capital. Half of the Sterling family’s assets belong to him personally. He is like an ancestor in the Sterling family. I still don’t understand why he married me. There were too many girls prettier and gentler than me. The butler was still persuading: “Young Master, it’s true. You can check the news online, or ask the family if you don’t believe it.” Julian scoffed disdainfully. He casually pointed to a gardener, then asked the nanny. Both gave the same answer. Julian’s face couldn’t hold it anymore. He looked at me coldly: “Good job, Lily. You really have methods. I’ve only been gone for a few years, and you’ve subdued everyone in the family to lie to me together.” I looked calm, not wanting to argue with him. I married Ethan. This is an undeniable fact. Whether Julian believes it or not doesn’t matter to me. He grew up spoiled. The butler, afraid he would continue to pester, immediately sent someone to call Ethan: “Call Third Master’s secretary quickly and ask Third Master to come back.” Ethan had an aviation project to discuss today, so he went to the company early. The old man and Julian’s mother were not at home either. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be his turn to be presumptuous with me. During the standoff, Leo suddenly ran in. “Mom, why didn’t you come back to play with me?” 3 Seeing Leo, Julian was furious, eyes wide with rage. No other reason, Leo was a miniature version of me, just a boy. Julian’s gaze moved back and forth between me and the child. After a long time, he raised a trembling hand and pointed at me: “You dared to betray me and even have a bastard child.” “Say it, whose bastard is this?” Leo inherited Ethan’s personality. Although he didn’t quite understand the word, he knew it wasn’t good. He stroked his chin and said like a little adult: “Who are you calling a bastard? My dad said a dirty mouth deserves a beating.” Leo is six years old. Almost everyone in the family knows him, but he hasn’t met Julian. Julian immediately scolded him: “Little bastard, you dare talk back.” Hearing this, I got angry. My precious son, born after ten months of pregnancy, what right does he have to call him a bastard? “Julian, clean your mouth, or don’t blame me for being rude.” Jade’s face was full of gloating. “This kid looks like he should be in elementary school, right? Did you get pregnant before marrying Julian?” These words were vicious. Hearing this, the look Julian gave me was murderous. The most unacceptable thing for a man is his wife cheating. Especially a woman who claimed to love him. I said calmly: “The child is six.” “Lily, you promiscuous woman. I’ve only been gone for seven years, and you have a child with someone else. Have you no shame?” Only gone for seven years? We only knew each other for a few years, and he left for seven. Besides, he abandoned me first. The butler hurriedly explained: “Young Master, this is your Uncle Ethan’s child.” Julian exploded: “Shut up, you ungrateful thing. Where are my parents? Who allowed her to be so arrogant? Cheating and still self-righteous.” “Everyone in the Sterling family knows about this.” When Julian ran away, his parents felt guilty, so they didn’t oppose Ethan marrying me. Hearing this, Julian was completely enraged. His gaze swept around like a knife, “Who is the wild man? Daring to cuckold the Sterling family, is he tired of living?” No matter how he looked, he couldn’t find a suspect. I laughed sarcastically. Jade, with a tone of “for my own good,” advised me: “Sister, just confess yourself. Otherwise, if you provoke Julian, I can’t help you.” I rolled my eyes at her, “Stop pretending, you thousand-year-old fox.” Before I could react, I was slapped by Julian. “Shut up.” “You cheated, shameless, and still have the face to lecture Jade.” I wasn’t prepared for his sudden attack, and my cheek swelled up instantly. Seeing me beaten, Leo charged at Julian like a little calf. “Dare to hit my mom, I’ll beat you to death.” “Leo!” 4 Julian grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. My heart pounded: “Julian, let go of the child.” The servants also rushed up to grab the child: “Young Master, put the child down quickly.” “Otherwise, Third Master won’t let this go.” Everyone in the Sterling family knew Leo was Ethan’s lifeblood, usually doted on immensely. But Julian sneered: “If you don’t want to be fired, get lost. I must teach them a lesson today.” My heart tightened: “Julian, what are you doing?” His face was cold, and the atmosphere around him instantly became chilly: “Legally, you cheated during marriage and had a child. I can demand you leave with nothing and compensate for my losses.” But the problem is we never got married. My hands trembled with anger: “Julian, we didn’t get married, where does cheating come from?” “Put the child down!” Leo’s legs dangled, kicking constantly, but he wasn’t scared. Intimidated by Julian’s threat, no one stepped forward. Only advised him lightly. But Julian turned a deaf ear. He glanced at me meaningfully: “After I teach this bastard a lesson, I’ll deal with you personally.” After saying that, he carried Leo and walked out. People around looked at each other, but no one dared to stop him. In the end, it was the butler who blocked Julian. His face darkened instantly: “What? You dare to block me?” The butler wiped his sweat repeatedly, still respectfully saying: “Young Master, talk nicely, don’t be impulsive, release the Young Master quickly.” Taking this opportunity, I hurried to grab the child, but was pulled by Jade. She smiled smugly: “Sister, what are you doing? Don’t seek death.” I slapped her face, “If anything happens to my son, I will make you two regret being born.” Jade took the opportunity to hit the vase next to her, bleeding from her head. Julian’s eyes turned red, venting all his anger on Leo: “You dare touch Jade, see if I don’t beat this bastard to death.” He lifted Leo to throw him on the ground. My heart stopped for a moment. Instinctively pounced over, “Leo!” Seeing Julian go crazy, Leo was just a child after all, crying loudly in fear. Julian shouted at me: “Get lost, I’ll settle accounts with you later.” I hugged the child tightly, not letting go no matter how he pulled. Julian finally lost patience; he kicked me in the chest. I immediately felt breathless. The butler and others came up to pull him, all shaken off by him. “Young Master, stop quickly, that’s your Aunt.” Julian’s leg was hugged by him, and he wanted to kick me again. Just then, A cool and indifferent voice sounded from the door. “What is going on here?” “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation.”

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I was a scholarship student. On my first day at the elite academy, the school bully kicked my desk. “Take off those colored contacts and dye your hair back.” I closed my book and looked at him. “Congenital albinism. My hair color is natural, and so is my eye color.” He silently retracted his leg. Two days later, he was hugging a tree, sobbing: “I deserve to die!” During military training, the instructor tried to force me to participate. He grabbed the instructor by the collar furiously. “Don’t you know albinism patients can’t be exposed to the sun?” 1 On the first day of school, a smart robot helped me pack. “This time, you’ll offend three people: the School Hunk, the School Bully, and the Academic God.” “They are incredibly handsome, come with their own BGM and screams, and are the ones you can spot instantly in a crowd.” The robot, Sion, was nagging like an old mother. I lay on the bed, looking up at the silver ring on my middle finger, feeling a bit dazed. “Sion, can my illness really be cured?” I have congenital albinism, a lifelong condition with no cure. I had already given up hope. But half a month ago, my fingertip suddenly stung, and a silver ring appeared on my middle finger. A person suddenly appeared in my mind: handsome, sunny, white T-shirt, tall, his face full of vigor and vitality. He bounced around in my mind, excitement written all over his face. “Holy cow, transmutation is real?!” “Who am I? Where am I? Why is there nothing here?” He saw me curled up in a corner. “A kid? Silver hair, light red pupils… Holy cow, Cub!!” He rushed over with an excited face and hugged me, rubbing my head vigorously. My spiritual body trembled. He chattered endlessly. In half an hour, he said more than I had in my entire life. The word he shouted most was “Cub.” My fingers curled. I was an orphan, my parents died early. I hadn’t been a “cub” for a long time. He said his name was Sion, sent by God to save me, to give me a perfect Happy Ending. He touched my head and said he could help cure my albinism. The condition was to max out the affection points of three characters and safely survive the school period. He made me sign up for a famous elite academy. I applied just for fun, thinking I wouldn’t get in, but three days later, I received the invitation letter. I looked at the gold-stamped admission letter in surprise. The tuition was a million dollars. No scholarship. I looked at him. The smart robot in front of me had hands on his hips, laughing wildly. “Small case. Just a little micro-transaction of $1000. Half a month’s living expenses.” He flashed a V sign at me: “For Cub, it’s my duty.” 2 The rent was due, and with no money to renew, the landlord kicked us out. I spent 33 dollars to buy back the old robot Sion used to possess. Holding the simple robot with peeling paint, I walked on the street, feeling quite desolate. He jumped down from my arms, bashful yet heroic. “The sponsor absolutely cannot let Cub suffer!” Three minutes later, a bodyguard in a suit drove a black Cayenne and took us to a villa area. I stared dumbfounded at the magnificent palace-like house built with white jade bricks. This Sion really had something. I wanted to believe in miracles again. He looked at the luxurious villa with joy on his face too. “Good lord, 300 dollars to live in such a villa, even if only for three months, it’s worth it!” “Thinking of my poor background, I’ve never lived in such a good place.” “Cub, this is your home from now on, don’t be polite.” He jumped on the bed and started rolling on the latex mattress. The snow-white mattress was covered with peeling paint. Although he was a robot, I could feel he was happy. I looked at him and smiled genuinely for the first time. Happy people are happy in everything they do. Calling me Cub, actually, he was the Cub. 3 School finally started. Sion possessed the silver ring and quietly drilled out. “Cub, Papa probably can’t accompany you to school.” “Tell Papa if you need anything, I’ll try my best to satisfy Cub.” Papa? My mouth twitched, but I finally nodded. After all, he sent me to the elite school, prepared a villa for me, and gave me living expenses. He really looked like my dad… Sugar Daddy. I was silent. “Damn it! Why do I have an 8 AM class here? Why can’t I accompany Cub more?” “Played Bad Endings so many times, poured in so much effort, must get a Good Ending!” Sion reluctantly pawed my hand and left whimpering. “…” The silver ring made no more sound. 4 To save money, I transferred buses three times. When I arrived with my suitcase, the sun had set. A layer of afterglow fell on the white jade gold-stamped school gate. However, the guard crossed his arms, looked at me, and wouldn’t let me in. “Sorry, you’re ten minutes late. Locked. Come back tomorrow.” I pursed my lips. School rules didn’t allow a poor student like me to break them. I turned to leave. But I saw three luxury cars driving towards me. A black Cayenne, a Rolls-Royce, and a Maserati, exuding grace and luxury, but driving very dominantly and arrogantly. I frowned and made way. Raised my eyebrows, about to watch the luxury car owners eat humble pie. But I saw the closed gate open, and the three black luxury cars drove in, leaving me a view of their backs. I looked at the guard, pointing at the three cars: “Why can they enter?” The guard straightened his collar and glanced at me lightly. “They are the richest young masters. Can you, a poor student who came by bus, compare?” He sneered contemptuously, “Better clean your shoes first, they’re full of mud.” After speaking, he put on a smiling face again and ran excitedly to fawn over those young masters. I gripped my suitcase, suddenly thinking. Sion said I would offend three people. Could it be these three? The guard left, the gate was empty, no one guarding. I walked in directly with my suitcase. When crossing this door, I adjusted my glasses. Since they didn’t follow the rules themselves, I didn’t need to either. 5 I was assigned to the worst class, the Arts Class. My seat was in the last row. As soon as I sat down, two girls looked over, releasing ridicule: “Yo, trying to seduce Young Master Lu as soon as entering school? Just because you have some looks, you really think you can succeed?” “Even dyed hair. Did you know early on that Young Master Lu likes silver hair so you dyed it? Really doing whatever it takes for love.” “…” Not much damage, not very insulting. I could even interpret it as them praising me. I just glanced at them lightly and methodically laid out my stationery. The girl in the white dress looked unhappy, kicking my stool with her high boots. “Newcomer, talking to you, can’t hear?” I looked up: “Sorry, selective hearing loss.” “Hearing loss, hearing loss…” She huffed again, tone arrogant. “Count yourself lucky. Since it’s hearing loss, it’s not unforgivable.” “…” I didn’t look at her, silently opened the book, and started previewing. She lowered her head again: “What contacts are you wearing? Light pink, so beautiful.” “…” At this moment, I thought of a certain celebrity. I brewed a faint smile: “Sorry, born this way, didn’t wear contacts.” “Tsk, hypocritical.” She looked at me disdainfully, about to speak more. A scream suddenly came from the classroom: “Lucas Lu!!” The ridicule on Sarah’s face stopped abruptly, instantly love-struck, pink stars in her eyes, coquettishly looking towards the door: “Young Master Lu~” This voice with nine bends and eighteen turns gave me chills. Following her gaze, I saw a boy at the door. Similar to what Sion said, dressed in black, tall with long legs, wearing a black necklace, with a faint hostility between his brows. It was the only son of the Lu Group – Lucas Lu. I would offend him? I still have to max out his affection points? My fingers curled. Lucas first scanned the classroom. Everyone held their breath, silent. I was thinking about how to offend people and gain affection points at the same time. Suddenly, the desk was kicked twice. I looked up and met Lucas’s half-smiling face. “Newcomer? Dyed hair silver? Got guts.” His long fingers landed on my desk. “Before 3 PM today, I want to see your original hair color.” I closed the book and looked at him. “Sorry, congenital albinism. Hair color is natural, eye color is also natural.” People around laughed loudly, and he also hooked his lips contemptuously. “This is the third case of faking albinism this month.” “Newcomer, know that you can’t touch a tiger’s butt?” I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him. Who fakes illness for no reason? His fingertips still tapped on my desk, “Within three days, take off the contacts, dye the hair back.” Managing heaven and earth, still managing if people dye their hair? After dropping the harsh words, he left without even looking at me. My deskmate quietly poked his head over: “Young Master Lucas Lu, can’t be offended. You better take off those contacts quickly.” “Good-looking is good-looking, but he can’t accept it.” “As a fellow poor student, can only help you this far.” “…” I raised my eyebrows, looking teasing. “If he can dye his hair green, I might consider it.” My deskmate covered his face with a book and gave me a thumbs up: “Brave.”

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