Author: Momo Chan

My parents, brother, and fiancé all firmly believed that environment and character were unrelated. So they sent me and the fake heiress into the newly developed time machine together. To let us experience each other’s lives. If the fake heiress could be equally outstanding in a harsh environment, they would completely abandon me. I also wondered how the pampered rich girl would react if one day she couldn’t even get enough to eat. 1 After sitting in the time machine, the host put a helmet on me. Sitting opposite me, the fake heiress, Sarah Song, raised her eyebrows at me triumphantly. The classic “switched at birth” plot of wealthy family dramas was playing out on the two of us. Unfortunately, I was the real heiress taken away by the nanny. While I was being beaten by my adoptive parents, Sarah was wearing exquisite dresses, preparing to study abroad at an international school. While I was collecting scraps alone because I couldn’t afford tuition, Sarah was spending money like water at her birthday party. Until one day, the school organized a large-scale physical examination and found that Sarah’s blood type didn’t match anyone in the family. Only then did they realize a huge mix-up had occurred. But when my parents found me after much effort and saw me dragging a garbage bag covered in dust, they regretted it. They took me home and casually placed me in a servant’s room, with no intention of driving Sarah away. I asked in confusion: “Why is she still here?” Sarah’s eyes turned red instantly, and she said: “If sister doesn’t like me, I can leave. I know this family can’t tolerate me.” As soon as these words came out, the whole family was in chaos. My so-called biological parents and brother all surrounded Sarah to comfort her, even glaring at me reproachfully. I knew deeply that if I didn’t make things clear here, there might never be a chance later. So I said calmly: “Do I need to remind you? I wasn’t switched by mistake, but deliberately exchanged. The dozen years of life she enjoyed originally belonged to me. By keeping her, are you trying to tell everyone that they can change their fate against heaven using this method in the future?” My handsome brother threw his chopsticks and glared at me fiercely, saying: “I’ve been siblings with Sarah for so many years. I don’t care about bullshit blood ties or mix-ups. I only recognize her as my sister. If anyone should get lost, it’s you!” Looking at this neurotic family, I shook my head, planning to leave and live a wandering life again. But I was stopped by my father. He said seriously: “Stop arguing. Isn’t it just about who stays and who goes? Our Song family can’t tolerate people with bad character. It just so happens that the company has developed a time machine. Whoever performs perfectly in the other person’s life, I will keep that person.” As soon as he spoke, neither Sarah nor I refuted, nodding one after another. But only I knew that this competition seemed fair, but was biased towards Sarah everywhere. After all, she had received good education for so many years, while I had to step into high society with the identity of a rural person. Unfortunately, they were all wrong. The life of ordinary rural people might indeed be simple, but my adoptive parents’ home was not. I’d like to know what Sarah would do when the tuition fees saved from selling scraps were robbed. Soon, the day of the experiment arrived. The first test of the new product of the Song family’s company, and the test subjects happened to be the real and fake heiresses. My biological father naturally wouldn’t let go of such a big selling point. Cameras were placed in front of us. As the current surged in the helmets, the live broadcast also began. 2 The first one to have her consciousness extracted was Sarah. The big screen plunged into darkness. I knew that was Sarah’s consciousness being transferred into my past memories. At this time, the host also took the opportunity to ask my biological mother: “Mrs. Song, who do you think will win this test?” My biological mother raised her chin high, full of pride, but still pretended to be reserved and said: “Although Sarah is not my biological daughter, I believe in her character. Even in the harshest environment, she will become the most outstanding person.” Although she didn’t take sides directly, the bias in her words was obvious at a glance. My biological father, brother, and fiancé beside her also nodded one after another. But my heart didn’t fluctuate at all. Having experienced hardships for so many years, I was used to it. Just not getting the love of relatives was nothing to me. Comments flashed across the screen on the live broadcast. I turned my head to look, and there were patches of praise for Sarah: “Our Miss Sarah is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Just a backward village, piece of cake!” “Exactly, what’s the difference between this and a max-level boss refreshing in Novice Village?” But I shook my head. They underestimated my adoptive mother’s means of torture too much. Just then, Sarah’s consciousness finally connected successfully. The big screen shockingly displayed a dilapidated small house. Filthy wooden tables and patched quilts, even the color tone was gray, as if there was no way out at a glance. And Sarah, looking only five or six years old, stood blankly in the middle of the room. Seemingly not understanding where she was yet. But before she could adapt, a broom hit her hard on the body. The young girl was beaten to the ground. And the owner of the broom, a fierce-looking woman, scolded angrily: “Damn girl, asked you to cut hogweed and you stood there for ages without moving. Want to get beaten again?” After saying that, the broom hit Sarah hard again, eliciting distressed sighs from the audience and my biological parents: “Does the real heiress live in such an environment? This woman is really not a thing, hitting such a small child.” “Exactly, I think poor mountains and evil waters produce unruly people. No wonder the real heiress is so unlikeable.” “But our Sarah is definitely different. She will definitely remain untainted out of the mud!” Hearing these words, I just smiled faintly and didn’t make a sound. After suffering pain, Sarah quickly got up from the ground and rushed to the back mountain with a basket bigger than herself to pull grass. Unfortunately, she still retained the habits of being a young lady before the swap. A pair of hands for playing piano were fine and tender. Before pulling a few stalks, several big blisters were worn out. Busy until dark, she failed to fill that basket. She could only return to the dilapidated house dejectedly. My adoptive mother glanced at the basket which was only half full, and was immediately furious: “How come you only picked this little? If you dare to be lazy again tomorrow, I’ll skin you alive!” After saying that, she threw a dirty small bowl in front of Sarah and said grumpily: “Eat, you wastrel.” Sarah looked embarrassed. Her good upbringing in her bones made her unable to help but despise this dirty bowl. But tired for a day, she had to hold the bowl and chopsticks and chew in small bites. Until the last grain of rice was eaten clean, she still hadn’t filled her stomach. So she looked up cautiously at the woman: “I’m not full yet.” But what she got in return was a hard slap from my adoptive mother: “Eat, eat, eat, only know how to eat. Didn’t do much work but have a big appetite. Get out!” My adoptive mother’s behavior had long attracted curses from people offstage. But I smiled. Can’t stand this already? But such a life will last for more than ten years. 3 Looking at the smile on my lips, my brother, known as a business elite, stared at me with resentful eyes and said: “Do you have any conscience? Your sister was beaten like that, and you can still laugh?” Hearing my brother’s words, the audience offstage nodded one after another, showing expressions of agreement. As if I were in cahoots with my adoptive mother, they applied their hatred to me. I just shrugged helplessly and said: “But logically speaking, I also lived the exact same life she is experiencing now. Where does the mockery come from?” “Besides, my adoptive mother is Sarah’s biological mother, right? This should have been the life belonging to her.” Hearing my words, my brother choked and was speechless. Just preparing to refute me, but his attention was quickly attracted by Sarah on the screen. There were many things to do in my adoptive mother’s house. Herding cattle, cutting grass, cleaning, harvesting rice. But what she learned in her own life was music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. How could she do these rough jobs? Almost every day she couldn’t complete the tasks assigned by my adoptive mother and was beaten running around the room. And the audience who originally praised Sarah for her elegance couldn’t laugh anymore. They could only smooth things over for themselves: “In this environment, it’s inevitable not to maintain grace. At least we keep ourselves clean!” But soon, they were slapped in the face. Sarah, who couldn’t get enough to eat and had to do high-intensity work every day, couldn’t take it at all. After discovering that my adoptive mother was secretly eating big chicken legs, she finally couldn’t help it. She sneaked into the kitchen under the cover of night and stole a chicken leg. Her eating manner could almost be described as wolfing down. And her end was naturally being beaten half to death by the discovered adoptive mother. The cane whipped on her body, leaving ugly scars that couldn’t be removed for a lifetime. The people who just said Sarah would keep herself clean suddenly fell silent. Rubbing their hands somewhat awkwardly. One day, my adoptive mother asked Sarah to make a fire and cook as usual. And Sarah stuffed a large handful of dry wood. But couldn’t ignite the flame in the stove no matter what. Worried about getting beaten, she added coal anxiously. And I said calmly: “She shouldn’t do that.” Hearing this, my fiancé immediately showed a dissatisfied expression: “I say that’s enough from you. You just sincerely want to see Sarah get beaten, right? If she doesn’t make a fire quickly, that crazy woman will punch and kick her again.” But I just shook my head and didn’t speak. Until my adoptive mother walked into the room, Sarah still hadn’t made the fire properly. My adoptive mother just took a look and kicked her again, saying: “Stupid thing, only know how to waste. Can’t even do a small thing like making a fire well!” Only then did I explain: “Before making a fire, you must use lit paper as a primer, otherwise you can’t start the fire. It’s just wasting coal.” The host immediately showed an appreciative expression. This indeed counts as knowledge only known by rural elderly people. But he didn’t expect that I had such rich life experience. Suddenly, the malicious eyes originally directed at me decreased a lot. But I didn’t care, still staring dead at Sarah on the screen. Soon, came the first important turning point, the first day I went to school. My biological parents snorted coldly: “Our Sarah is material for studying. Originally destined not to serve people. Once she goes to school, everything will be fine.” But Sarah on the screen waited from day to dark, but never waited for the notification from the village committee. She couldn’t help finding my adoptive mother and asking: “Mom, why can’t I go to school like those kids?” My adoptive mother immediately threw Sarah off fiercely, saying: “What school? It’s all a waste of money. Not allowed to go!” 4 No one expected such a change to happen, looking at me one after another. But only I felt no surprise at all. After all, a person like my adoptive mother thought even giving me a bite to eat was a waste, naturally impossible to pay for my schooling. My brother immediately frowned and questioned me: “Didn’t you go to school back then? Why can’t Sarah? What means did you use?” I really didn’t like his righteous questioning tone. As if I owed their family ten million. So I rolled my eyes and said angrily: “How can it be so easy for rural girls to study? If you don’t fight for it yourself, do you still expect someone to help you?” And Sarah, who grew up in a honey pot, certainly didn’t have this awareness. She took it for granted that at a certain age, her family would arrange everything for her. I continued: “When I went out to work harvesting wheat back then, I helped the village committee cadres’ families harvest several times by the way. That’s why they helped me tell my mom that studying would make more money for the family.” And precisely because of this, I had the opportunity to go to school. As soon as these words came out, there were immediately voices of agreement in the audience offstage: “She’s right. I’m also from the countryside, but my family is related to the village committee. Originally my mom didn’t let me go to school, but finally agreed.” Sarah, without any preparation, naturally could only continue to suffer in that hellish home. Until the government issued a notice that school-age children must receive compulsory education, otherwise they would be fined. My adoptive mother then reluctantly took Sarah to report. But didn’t be responsible for any of her tuition fees. Like uniform fees, book fees. Sarah could only carry a basket to the back mountain to pick herbs every day and take them to the town to sell for money. And the school was far from home. Sarah had to travel several hours in advance. Even worn out several pairs of shoes, but had no money to buy new ones. Thought going to school would have the opportunity to change fate against heaven. But Sarah, who worked continuously in studying, traveling, and working every day, didn’t even have enough rest time. Often fell asleep in class. Even completely couldn’t understand what the teacher said. After a semester, her grades were firmly at the bottom of the class. Plus her tattered outfit. Almost no one was willing to be friends with her. She gradually felt despair. And just then, the audience offstage began to speak for Sarah again: “It’s good enough not to go crazy living in this environment. Why care so much about grades? Our Sarah is just an ordinary person!” My biological parents also nodded at this time and said: “Yeah, our Sarah has received business circle education since childhood. It’s understandable that her grades are not very good.” But the host seemed to deliberately go against them, saying: “That being said, our real heiress got good grades in this environment.” After saying that, several bright certificates of merit were presented on the big screen. Slapping their faces hard.

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After painstaking effort, I finally slept with the aloof academic god. I drew a Dare card, requiring me to choose a male to French kiss. I chose the academic god, but he sat there, not getting up for a long time. He said to me with restraint: “Sorry, it’s not convenient right now.” A row of bullet comments appeared before my eyes: [Of course it’s not convenient. The female lead is sitting right next to him. How could he kiss the supporting female lead in front of her?] [Wait until the next round when the female lead draws a Dare to make him kiss her, he’ll kiss her immediately, and it will be a tongue kiss too. No harm without comparison.] [Wait until the supporting female lead gets rejected, cries her makeup off, and begs the male lead to kiss her like a shrew. It’s going to be hilarious.] Not wanting to be laughed at, I said: “If it’s inconvenient, forget it. I’ll kiss someone else.” 1 The surroundings instantly went quiet. Someone advised me: “What’s wrong, Chloe? Isn’t Julian your boyfriend?” “Yeah, what’s wrong with you guys? Did you fight?” “Everyone knows he dotes on you like crazy. Before, the campus wall even posted that when your couple ring accidentally fell into the artificial lake, he jumped right in to find it for you.” “Forget it, it’s just a small game. No big deal. Just drink a glass of wine. Couples always fight at the head of the bed and make up at the end.” Julian gazed at me, his eyes revealing uneasiness and worry: “Chloe, are you angry?” I pursed my lips: “No.” I poured myself a glass of wine. Julian hadn’t betrayed me substantially yet, and there was no need for me to kiss someone else out of spite. Because I didn’t complete the Dare, I had to drink a glass of wine as punishment. Julian poured himself a full glass of wine and said to me: “This round is my fault. I’ll accept the punishment.” He tilted his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing, and drank the glass of wine to the last drop. The game continued as usual. My expression looked normal, not sad because Julian rejected me. But inside, I couldn’t stop feeling awkward, sour, and full. My attention couldn’t focus on the game, constantly thinking about who the female lead mentioned in the bullet comments was. Just then, junior student Bella drew a Dare card and timidly raised her hand: “Um… I seem to have drawn ‘choose a member of the opposite sex to kiss’ too.” She looked around at the men, and finally, her wet gaze settled on Julian: “Senior, I only know you here. Can you help me?” Everyone held their breath, eyes shifting between me and her, seeming to wait for a drama. The bullet comments were excited: [Baby is so brave! Finally learned to boldly ask for love.] [Wait until the supporting female lead goes crazy like a shrew and pushes down baby female lead, then the male lead feels sorry for the female lead and makes the supporting female lead apologize to baby in front of everyone. Too doting.] [But isn’t it not good for the female lead to do this? The supporting female lead is still the male lead’s girlfriend after all. A bit crossing the line, right?] [Whoever said that must be the supporting female lead’s simp. Just a supporting female lead, what’s the big deal? Besides, the male lead doesn’t really like her.] [Later when they break up, the supporting female lead threatens suicide to get back together, the male lead doesn’t care at all and even mocks her to jump if she has the guts.] My palms went cold. I wouldn’t go crazy and push Bella in such a public place. But I wanted to see Julian’s reaction. Julian looked at Bella and frowned: “I thought they made it very clear. I have a girlfriend.” Bella asked around and no one helped her. She bit her lower lip, eyes red with grievance: “I’m allergic to alcohol. Senior, if you can’t kiss me, can you at least help me drink a glass of wine as punishment?” At this time, Julian frowned slightly and looked at me: “Chloe, do you agree? I only listen to you.” The bullet comments were dumbfounded: [Did I see wrong? The male lead actually asked for a supporting female lead’s opinion.] [And he didn’t even take the initiative to kiss my baby female lead. Boohoo, is this really a sweet pampering novel?] [Laughing to death, you guys really believe it. The male lead is just asking symbolically. Even if the supporting female lead is unwilling, the male lead won’t listen. It will only be more face-slapping then.] I clenched my hands and pretended to be calm: “Up to you.” But inside, I awkwardly hoped Julian would refuse her. However. Julian’s eyes darkened. He picked up the wine glass and drank that glass of wine for Bella. My heart twitched fiercely. I desperately explained for him in my heart, don’t be jealous, Julian helped her drink because Bella is allergic to alcohol. But the bullet comments woke me up again and again: [Hehe, I said how could the male lead really ignore baby female lead? Isn’t he helping her drink now!] [Cold face washing underwear literature (trope where cold male lead secretly does sweet things), love it love it.] [But no matter what, can’t let baby be embarrassed in public. Hmph, punish him with chasing wife crematorium (trope where male lead has to work hard to win back female lead).] [Stupid, haven’t you noticed? In a place no one noticed, the male lead is already quietly hard.] [Hehe, must be because baby female lead looks too cute when aggrieved. Someone looks calm on the surface, but actually must have been unable to hold back long ago, wanting to ‘supermarket’ (slang for wanting to have sex) her.] [No wonder he didn’t get up to kiss her. Turns out he was afraid the big guy below would scare baby.] Seeing the bullet comments, my heart sank suddenly. Julian reacted to Bella? I desperately denied it in my heart, but my gaze uncontrollably moved down slowly, noticing that place. It really pitched a small tent. My heart went cold to the bottom instantly. No matter what, physiological reactions don’t lie. I was cold all over, and my eyes moistened immediately. Julian accepted the punishment for Bella. The game continued as usual. But I didn’t want to play anymore. Just wanted to escape this place quickly. The bullet comments were extremely looking forward to the next plot: [Friendly reminder, tonight baby will draw a card to get a room with a man.] [The male lead is a yandere jealousy king, extremely possessive. How can he tolerate baby getting a room with someone else? As long as she dares, tonight he will definitely bully her until her pupils lose focus.] Seeing this line of bullet comments, my nails dug into my palms, so uncomfortable that I almost couldn’t hold back tears. Sitting aside, Lucas gently patted my shoulder: “What’s wrong with you?” I shook my head and said: “I’m fine.” Lucas is my cousin who has always taken care of me. Neither of us publicly stated our relationship, so people present didn’t know Lucas was my relative. Just then, Lucas drew a Dare card, and his smile gradually disappeared. It read: [Take any girl on the field to open a hotel room, and send a screenshot of the room booking to the group chat.] This card was too big a play. Everyone immediately laughed, enjoying the drama. The bullet comments excitedly reminded: [Attention everyone! After this round, next round the female lead will draw a card to get a room with a boy!] [Because the male lead refused to kiss her, the female lead angrily asked another man to get a room with her. The male lead couldn’t stand it and dragged her hand directly to open a room at a hotel outside.] [Asking another man? That’s bad. The male lead is a hidden yandere. When he gets jealous, it’s deadly. Tonight he must check her ‘education’ (slang for sex) hard in the hotel!] [Hahaha, the male lead dumps the supporting female lead to take baby female lead to get a room. The supporting female lead being left here alone is too embarrassing.] Lucas felt this Dare was a bit too much and planned to drink a glass of wine directly as punishment. But I suddenly grabbed his wrist: “Did you forget? You just had a stomach problem last time, you can’t drink. “I’ll go get a room with you.” He was stunned: “What did you say?” Before he could refuse, I had already pulled him up. Lucas has always spoiled me. Although he didn’t figure out the situation, he still cooperated and stood up, walking out with me. Under the gaze of everyone, I pulled another man to get a room, leaving my boyfriend here alone. Seeing this, Julian’s pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly got up and chased out. “Chloe!” But Bella stopped him first, blocking him, eyes red: “Senior, don’t go. I only know you here. If you go, I, a girl, will be scared. “The game isn’t over yet. Don’t worry about others, okay?” My heart ached. I dragged Lucas out, not looking at Julian once until the exit. The bullet comments started cursing: [What’s wrong with the supporting female lead? Shouldn’t she be jealous, then bully the female lead to make the male lead’s heart ache? Why did she go get a room with someone else!] [If she gets a room with someone else, who will push the relationship line between the male and female leads?] [What the hell, the male lead actually pushed the female lead away and chased out!] [Don’t panic. Daring to push the female lead today, he will have his chasing wife crematorium in the future.] [Still don’t understand? The male lead must be angry because baby female lead accepted someone else’s love letter last time, deliberately chasing out to make baby jealous.] [I remember, yesterday after baby accepted someone else’s love letter, the male lead immediately ‘opened meat’ (had sex) with the supporting female lead. Isn’t this deliberately making the female lead jealous!] [Just right to practice with the supporting female lead, practice the skills well, so as not to hurt the female lead’s first time.] My heart sank. As the bullet comments said, Julian really pushed Bella away and chased out. I quickly got into Lucas’s car and urged him to leave quickly. Lucas listened to me very much, directly started the car, and drove away before Julian caught up. 2 In the car, I sent a message to Julian on my phone: [Let’s break up.] Then, blocked all his contact information. After doing all this, I felt drained of all strength. Lucas asked me: “What’s wrong? Isn’t your relationship always very good?” I held back the urge to cry, didn’t know how to explain, just smiled bitterly: “Nothing, just suddenly don’t like him anymore.” “Why, just because of this game?” “Yeah, just because of this game.” Lucas was stunned and persuaded me: “Are you willing? Didn’t you chase him for two years? Just let it go like that?” I gripped the phone tightly. Yeah, that’s Julian, the person I spent two years to sleep with. He is the academic god of the Mathematics Department at Tsinghua University. A random photo of him taken by a passerby posted online can break 100 million views. He is the campus beau. Also the sole heir of the Jiang Group, with unlimited future. Yet in matters of passion, he is restrained and polite. We just rolled together for the first time last night. While kissing him, I took the opportunity to touch his abs. And specifically picked sensitive places, forcing him to let out nice-sounding muffled groans. He clearly had taken off his clothes, propping himself over me, eyes red at the corners, politely and restrainedly asked me: “Chloe, I want you, may I?” I endured uncomfortably: “Clothes are off, don’t ask about this kind of thing, just do it.” My tears fell. So, he tasted the forbidden fruit with me out of spite because the female lead received a love letter? Just to make her jealous? And practice on me by the way? I pieced together this story from the bullet comments. I am the vicious supporting female lead in a sweet pampering novel. Bella is the female lead of the sweet pampering novel. She saved Julian’s father. Julian’s father had a sudden heart attack. Bella performed CPR in time and helped send him to the hospital. Knowing the two were schoolmates, Julian’s father asked Julian to take care of her. According to the plot, under my constant courting of death (making trouble), Julian felt more and more distressed for Bella, holding her as the apple of his eye. The more I acted up, the further I pushed him away. After graduation, I became more and more frenzied. Even took advantage of Julian working overtime, wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath to hide at the entrance of his company to seduce him. But was discovered by the security guard uncle on duty, dragged into the grass and violated. He and Bella happened to see this scene while walking. He covered her eyes, gently told her not to look, saying it was dirty. That night, I couldn’t bear the humiliation and jumped into the river to commit suicide. My parents died in a car accident because they couldn’t bear the huge psychological pressure. I could never imagine that I would go to this extent for Julian. This is not like me at all. I don’t want to ruin my life for him. While I don’t love him that much yet, better to let go early. Before he proposes breaking up, I propose breaking up first, cutting ties with him completely. 3 Of course, Lucas and I didn’t go to get a room. But according to the rules of Truth or Dare, we still Photoshopped a screenshot of room booking and sent it to the group, then obediently returned to the dorm. Pushed open the dorm door. Roommate saw me, eyes wide: “What’s wrong Chloe, what happened, why is your makeup ruined from crying?” I froze, realizing I had cried. I was raised like a boy by my family since young, didn’t really know how to dress up. To give Julian face tonight, I happily put on full makeup, and asked my roommate who is good at dressing up to help me match clothes. Before the gathering, I looked in the mirror, knowing for the first time I could be so pretty. But now. Makeup ruined from crying. I also broke up with Julian. I said dully: “Nothing, just broke up.” My roommate saw I was in a bad mood and didn’t ask more: “No matter the reason, you are so good, him breaking up with you is his loss. “By the way Chloe, are you hungry? I happen to be going to the cafeteria, just right to bring you dinner.” I nodded gratefully. After the roommate left, I lowered my head and deleted the sex toys I ordered last night one by one. Last night tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, knew the taste, wanted to try many gameplays with Julian. I even held the app and asked him: “What toys do you like to use with me? Rabbit tail, handcuffs, body chains, pick whatever.” His ears were completely red, cool voice containing a bit of huskiness: “Don’t rush. If you like, we can try them one by one slowly.” Now, probably no need to try anymore. My phone received a call from a strange number. After I hung up, the phone rang again. I clicked answer, an anxious voice came from the other side: “Chloe, where are you?” It was Julian. I wiped my tears, voice cold: “Didn’t you see the room booking record in the group?” Julian breathed rapidly, as if running: “Chloe, don’t be impulsive, I’m coming to find you right now.” I smiled mockingly: “What are you coming for, to deliver condoms?” The voice on the other side stopped abruptly. Maybe the bullet comments aroused my rebellious psychology. Using me for practice, right? Using me to make the female lead jealous, right? I spoke indiscriminately: “Julian, actually I didn’t like you that much. Chasing you was just to sleep with you. Now that I’ve slept with you, it feels just like that. “Actually your skills are quite bad. I didn’t feel good at all last night. I’m going to change to someone else now. Those little toys, won’t try with you anymore.” Finished speaking, I hung up the phone. I lay on the bed, lifting my arm to block my wet eyes. We. Completely ended. 4 Early the next morning, I saw Julian in the elective class. Before, to chase him, I deliberately signed up for the same elective class as him, just to see him a few more times in class. Didn’t expect to shoot myself in the foot now. Although dating him before, I had no real sense of his family background. But after breaking up, I realized with hindsight that Julian was someone even the principal dared not offend. Thinking of me complaining about his bad skills yesterday, I was very worried he would retaliate against me. I arrived at the classroom just before class started, sneaking to sit with friends in the back row, acting very stealthy. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, I quickly packed my things, fleeing in panic to hide far away, just wanting to be as far from Julian as possible. Who could have thought, just dodged Julian here, and over there got entangled by Lucas because of the mixer event before. At this moment, Lucas pulled me to the corner, crying to me: “Chloe, I went to the mixer to find a girlfriend. Now to act with you, they are all saying you are my girlfriend. “I became a savage who can’t find a girlfriend. You have to compensate me.” Hearing him say this, a trace of guilt rose in my heart: “Say it, how to compensate you.” Lucas smiled and said: “Buy me a pair of basketball shoes. I have a basketball game next week, urgently need a pair of good shoes.” I widened my eyes, couldn’t help complaining: “You really open your mouth like a lion.” “Just say yes or no?” “Fine.” Basketball game, there is indeed such a game next Saturday. But I remember, Julian will also participate in this game. The two are competitors. I used to worry about whether to cheer for my boyfriend or my cousin. I even originally planned to buy a pair of basketball shoes to give Julian for the game. But now we broke up. Unexpectedly, going around in circles, it changed to me buying shoes for Lucas. Wednesday afternoon no class, I went to the mall near the school to pick shoes, taking pictures of the shelves, messaging Lucas asking what kind he liked. Just then, suddenly bumped into familiar figures. It was Bella and her best friend Lily. Bella held a cup of coffee, seemed to have discovered my existence too, glancing at me from time to time. Every time touching me, panicked and moved away, followed by a burst of suppressed laughter. Lily deliberately mentioned: “Bella, why are you browsing the men’s basketball shoes section?” Bella blushed: “On the day of the mixer, I drew the Dare to get a room with the opposite sex. He bailed me out, of course I have to thank him. “This game, I want to give him a pair of shoes to thank him.” The bullet comments were a bit confused: [But didn’t the male lead chase the supporting female lead that day? Didn’t bail the female lead out at all.] [Don’t mention it. I get angry mentioning this. How can this supporting female lead be so trouble-making, directly making my sweet plot of male and female leads gone. Deserves to be violated by that bald uncle in the future.] Lily looked at the pair of shoes Bella chose, a bit worried: “These shoes are very expensive, do you have enough living expenses?” Bella blushed: “It’s okay, I have a living expense card, given to me by Julian’s father. He seems to like me interacting with Julian very much.” When saying this, she looked at me intentionally or unintentionally. I ignored her, taking the shoes straight to the checkout counter to pay. Just about to pay, Bella suddenly cut in line blocking in front of me, saying: “Checkout.” She flipped her hair, elegantly took out that card from her bag and gave it to the cashier. Lily asked her curiously: “How much money is in here?” Bella smiled shyly: “Ten times more than the living expenses of ordinary college students.” Lily showed envy: “The Jiang family spoils you too much, probably treating you as Julian’s fiancée.” But at this moment, the cashier suddenly looked troubled. “Miss, this card of yours has been frozen. Did you make a mistake?” Bella’s face changed immediately. “Impossible, absolutely this card. “Hurry up and checkout, or I’ll complain about you!” The cashier also frowned: “Miss, this card of yours has indeed been frozen and cannot be used. In this case, let the customer behind pay first.” I walked up, quickly paid for what I bought. Bella froze for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of hostility. Gritting her teeth, ruthlessly took out her own money to buy the shoes. Coming out of the mall, she grabbed my hand: “Chloe Song (Original text uses Song Qinghuan, adapting to Chloe Song or keeping Chloe Vance if consistency needed. Let’s stick to Chloe), who are these shoes for? Not for Julian, right?” A wave of disgust surged in my heart. I pulled my hand back hard, coldly saying: “Who I buy for, what does it have to do with you.” The smile on Bella’s face disappeared instantly, replaced by a face of arrogance and warning: “I warn you, don’t pester Julian anymore.” As soon as the words fell, she suddenly raised her hand and poured the still hot coffee in her hand straight onto my newly bought shoes. The dark brown liquid spread wantonly, quickly soaking the white shoe upper. The originally brand new shoes instantly became miserable. Then, Bella opened her mouth in feigned surprise: “Sorry, hand slipped didn’t hold steady, didn’t mean to. “But anyway you broke up with Julian, don’t send shoes to be annoying. He will definitely dislike them being dirty and won’t accept them. I’m helping you lest you lose face then.” Finished speaking, she proudly pulled Lily preparing to leave. Anger “whoosh” shot up to my heart. I couldn’t suppress it anymore, grabbed her wrist hard, word by word: “A-pol-o-gize-to-me.” She was hurt by me, eye rims instantly red: “Why should I apologize, I wasn’t intentional.” I didn’t want to talk nonsense with her, directly grabbed the remaining half cup of coffee in her hand, pouring it all on her newly bought shoes. Bella screamed: “Chloe, you are too much!” Her voice was too loud, instantly attracting the attention of passersby. She red-eyed, as if suffering a huge grievance, pointing at me starting to accuse loudly: “You already got a room with another man, stop maintaining connection with Julian okay? “Julian likes me, can’t you see? You still buy him shoes, aren’t you disgusting?” She accused me tearfully. Passersby cast condemning looks at me, pointing fingers. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce stopped. The back seat door was respectfully opened by the driver. A young man in a black trench coat stepped down, radiating an innate nobility. The young man had superior bone structure, a pair of cold phoenix eyes with faint alienation. Even more handsome than the current top traffic stars. I opened my eyes slightly. It was Julian.

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I transmigrated into the role of the vicious villainess, while my entire family gained the ability to hear the protagonist’s inner thoughts. According to the script, I was supposed to deliberately trip while walking upstairs with my sister, then accuse her of pushing me. Sure enough, as I followed Sarah up the stairs, my body moved against my will. I stumbled and tumbled down the steps. My parents and brother watched with bated breath, waiting to see if I would say exactly what my sister’s inner voice had predicted. Instead, I simply stood up, dusted myself off, and said calmly: “Sorry about that. I skipped breakfast, must be low blood sugar.” Chapter 1 I transmigrated into a novel as Chloe, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Blackwell family. Because I have rare Rh-null blood—”Golden Blood”—I was kept in the family primarily to serve as a mobile blood bank for my older brother, Ethan. Not long ago, the protagonist of this world, the true daughter of the Blackwells, Sarah, was found and brought home. Except for me, the designated villainess, everyone in the family can hear Sarah’s inner thoughts. According to the plot, I am supposed to repeatedly frame her and bully her in front of our parents, trying to make them hate her. However, relying on her “God’s eye view” provided by the plot, Sarah predicts my actions and words every time, causing the Blackwells to completely lose trust in me. On Sarah’s first day home, Mom asked me to show her the room prepared upstairs. I recalled the plot. Right now, the family should be hearing Sarah’s internal monologue and waiting to see if reality aligns with her thoughts. I wanted to break the script, but my body betrayed me. I was forced to hurl myself down the stairs. The moment I rolled onto the floor landing, I saw the disappointment in the eyes of my parents and Ethan. They were waiting for my accusation. No one moved to help me. I could only clutch my waist, stand up on my own, and say awkwardly: “Sorry, skipped breakfast. Just a bit of low blood sugar.” Sarah looked at me in shock. “Weren’t you going to say I pushed you? That you didn’t know why I did it, but begged Mom and Dad not to be angry at me?” My parents and Ethan looked at me with scrutiny. I leaned against the wall, feigning weakness, and retorted, “Do you have a persecution complex? I told you, I have low blood sugar.” Then, I looked at Ethan with puppy-dog eyes. “Sorry, Ethan. I’ll take better care of my health so I’m ready if you need me.” Hearing this, Ethan and my parents immediately softened and rushed over to support me. Chapter 2 Eighteen years ago, their daughter Sarah was kidnapped. The couple was devastated. To alleviate their grief, they adopted me from the orphanage because I shared the same rare blood type. For eighteen years, they raised me with care, like their own. But it was transactional. I was groomed to serve Blackwell Enterprises and to bleed for Ethan. Ethan is a professional race car driver. Every time he crashes—which is often—I am the one on the operating table next to him. Because of this, he treats me like a real sister. Mom took my hand gently. “Chloe, your health really isn’t great. From now on, take the large master suite on the first floor. No stairs.” In the original plot, Sarah had just returned, and the house wasn’t ready. The original Chloe, trying to act magnanimous, offered her room to Sarah and insisted on sleeping in the utility room to play the victim. Before I could speak, Sarah’s inner voice started ranting: She’s definitely going to refuse. She’ll say she’s an outsider and insist on living in the utility closet to make us feel guilty. Hearing this, the family looked at me awkwardly. I immediately hugged Mom, beaming. “Mom, you’re the best! I love you! I’ll take the downstairs room. It’s easier to get around, and I’ll be closer to Ethan in case he needs anything.” My parents and Ethan all lived on the first floor. Now, I was joining them, leaving Sarah alone upstairs. She looked at me like I was an alien. I wasn’t following the script. She grabbed my arm. “Weren’t you going to refuse? Weren’t you going to demand the utility room? Why did you change your mind?” She couldn’t understand why I wasn’t reciting my lines. I had realized a loophole. When a key plot point triggers, my actions are controlled, but my speech is entirely my own. “Which ear heard me say I wanted a utility room? Why would I sleep in a closet when there’s a perfectly good suite available?” Everyone looked at Sarah strangely. Unable to handle the pressure, she shoved me. Chapter 3 “No! You aren’t even a Blackwell! Why do you get to live my life for eighteen years and then take the biggest room when I return? You’re humiliating me! Why did you even bring me back?” She screamed at everyone, venting years of grievance. But her kidnapping had nothing to do with me. I was adopted later. Ethan helped me up, glaring at Sarah. “Don’t push your luck. You shove people whenever you lose your temper. Where are your manners? I bet you pushed Chloe down the stairs earlier, too!” Sarah, having grown up rough, cursed back at Ethan. My father, headache throbbing, slammed his hand on the table. “Enough!” “Chloe needs to recover, she stays downstairs. Sarah, the entire second floor is yours. Renovate it however you want. Is that fair?” Ethan scoffed. Mom wiped her tears. Sarah, realizing she got an entire floor—triple the size of my room—fell silent. Soon, renovations began. My room just needed furniture moved, but Sarah’s second floor was a massive project. Walk-in closet, gaming room, private study, ensuite bath. The noise was unbearable for half a month. With the room settled, Mom gave Sarah a black card for her allowance. “Sarah, Chloe and Ethan get an allowance of $250,000 a year. To make up for the eighteen years we missed, there is $5 million on this card. Spend it however you like.” Sarah rejected the card coldly. “Lost family time can’t be bought with money. I don’t want it.” Ethan, scrolling on his phone, sneered. “Stop acting high and mighty. If she doesn’t want it, give it to Chloe.” Triggered, Sarah’s inner voice flared up: Give it to her. Go ahead. You think Chloe is a good person? Soon, she’s going to sabotage Ethan’s car before the championship. When he crashes and is dying, she’ll use the ‘blood donation’ act to secure your trust forever. Once she gets the inheritance, she’ll kick you all to the curb to beg on the streets. Hearing this, Ethan hesitated. My parents looked at me with sudden suspicion. Chapter 4 I calmly took out my own debit card—the one Mom gave me previously—and handed it to Sarah. “You said I took your place for eighteen years. You won’t take Mom and Dad’s money, but will you take mine? It’s technically yours anyway.” Sarah glared at me and snatched the card. “It is mine. You should have returned it long ago.” Seeing this, the suspicion in my parents’ eyes faded. Ethan, realizing he almost fell for the inner voice’s paranoia, felt guilty. He pulled out his own black card. “Chloe, don’t worry about her. If you need money, use mine. We can share.” I smiled and accepted it. Why did the original Chloe want to harm a brother who was so biased toward her? Being a wealthy salted fish (slacker) is the dream. Why stir up trouble? Later, Mom took Sarah and me to the luxury mall. According to the plot, I was supposed to act helpful, picking out clothes for Sarah, only to plant a stolen item in her bag to frame her as we left. The plot triggered. My body moved on its own. I slipped an expensive watch into Sarah’s bag. I wanted to take it to the counter to pay, but my muscles were frozen. I couldn’t move toward the register. Sarah noticed my odd behavior and thought: Chloe looks down on me for growing up poor. She’s planting stolen goods to frame me as a thief. Mom noticed my weird expression and got suspicious. Sarah suddenly grabbed her bag. “Let’s go!” She dragged Mom and me toward the exit. The anti-theft sensors screamed. Mom looked at me in disbelief. The store clerks blocked us. “Please wait. Is there unpaid merchandise in your bags?” I was sweating bullets, heart pounding. Sarah looked at me triumphantly. “I don’t know. Why don’t you check our bags?” They checked hers first. Sure enough, they found the expensive watch in a hidden pocket. Mom looked shocked. Her hand trembled as she pointed at the watch. “That watch isn’t…” The clerk interrupted her coldly. Chapter 5 “Apologies, this watch isn’t from our store. Here.” The clerk handed it back. Sarah’s eyes bulged. Wasn’t this the stolen item? Then they checked my bag. They found a diamond brooch. It turned out I was the thief. The clerk looked stern. “Miss, this is theft. We can call the police.” I lowered my head in shame. Mom stepped in to save me. “I’m sorry, she hasn’t been feeling well lately. She must have forgotten. We can afford anything here; she has no reason to steal.” We were VIPs here. The staff knew the Blackwells wouldn’t steal a measly brooch. “Of course, Miss Chloe must have been distracted. I’ll ring it up now,” the clerk said, smoothing things over. Just as it was resolving, Sarah blocked the clerk. “She stole it on purpose! She wanted to plant it on me but got confused and left it in her own bag! Don’t let her fool you!” The clerk looked awkwardly at Mom. Mom pulled Sarah back. “Stop it, Sarah.” Sarah wouldn’t let go. She pulled the watch (with the tag still on) from her bag. “Look! She must have stolen this from another store and put it in my bag!” The onlookers began to whisper. Two wealthy daughters stealing? Scandalous. Mom snapped. “Enough!” I started crying. “I’m sorry, Mom. I stole the brooch. I didn’t have money, I just wanted to give Sarah a gift.” Sarah and Mom remembered I had given Sarah my card that morning. I was broke. Sarah scoffed. “Nice try, Chloe. If the brooch was a gift, what about the watch? Were you trying to frame me with that?” Mom finally lost it and slapped the screaming Sarah. “Shut up! That watch was the birthday gift we gave Chloe last year! She never wore it because it was too precious. She put it in your bag because she wanted to give it to you! How can you think so vilely of your sister?” Sarah looked at me, stunned. She threw the watch on the floor and ran away crying. Actually, I had brought the watch from home. I knew my body would force me to “steal,” so I prepared a backup plan. If I had to be a thief, I’d rather take the blame myself than let the plot ruin me completely. Back home, Mom and Ethan didn’t blame me. They felt guilty. They secretly gave me the $5 million card Sarah had rejected earlier. “Chloe, never steal again. Use this.” I accepted it happily. $5 million! I’m rich!

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My roommate, Ashley, was a literalist. She had to get to the bottom of everything, no matter how inappropriate the timing. One night, while I was deep in sleep, she stood by my bed and whispered my name, asking, “Are you asleep?” I woke up groggy and annoyed, glaring at her. She just smiled and said, “See? You weren’t sleeping. Otherwise, how could you answer me?” Once, I noticed she wasn’t in class, so I kindly signed her in on the app. But right before the class ended, she burst in, holding her phone up to the professor. “Professor, I wasn’t even here! Why does the app say I signed in? Is your system broken?” The professor traced the IP address back to me. I got an ‘F’ for academic dishonesty and had to retake the course. Later, during the biggest speech competition of the year, Ashley stood up in front of the entire auditorium and asked why my speech was exactly the same as the thoughts in her head. I was disqualified, lost my scholarship, and was branded a plagiarist. Unable to handle the depression and the ruin of my reputation, I climbed to the roof of the library in the middle of the night. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my dorm room. Back to the night Ashley asked me if I was asleep. 1 “Harper, are you asleep?” Hearing Ashley’s punchable voice, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or awake. My hand fumbled under the pillow until I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up, and the date confirmed it. I was reborn. Outside my bed curtains, Ashley didn’t give up. She kept calling my name. I immediately turned off my phone, shoved in my earplugs, and squeezed my eyes shut. Predictably, when I didn’t respond, she ripped my curtains open. It was past 1 AM, but our other roommate, Chloe, was still gaming. The glare from Chloe’s monitor hit my eyelids, accompanied by the frantic clicking of a mechanical keyboard. With the curtain open, Ashley leaned in. “Harper? Harper? Are you asleep?” Her voice got louder. Any living person would have woken up by now, but I kept my eyes shut tight. I knew I couldn’t wake up. If I did, she won. In my past life, Ashley loved these obedience tests. If I opened my eyes and asked what she wanted, she’d just say, “Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were sleeping.” I’d be too angry to go back to sleep, while she’d climb into bed, satisfied. Her bizarre behavior wasn’t limited to this. Freshman year, she introduced herself as a “small-town girl” who didn’t understand big city life, claiming she’d need to ask us for help constantly. She was like a newborn baby, her brain smooth as a marble. In college, professors posted everything on the student portal or the group chat. If you read the syllabus, you knew what to do. But she always asked us. “Harper, how do I submit this assignment? I don’t get it.” I’d tell her to check the group chat. She wouldn’t look. “But what format? Word or PDF?” “Either is fine. Just check the syllabus.” She would filter out my words and continue whining. “Harper, why won’t it upload? Come help me.” I’d tell her to read the instructions again. She’d finally listen, only to say, “Where are the instructions? How do I open them? I don’t know how.” I almost died of frustration back then. Since then, I’d kept my guard up. But idiots like her always find a way to blindside you. 2 One morning, a roommate slept in and asked me to sign her in. When I got to class, I realized I was the only one from our dorm who showed up. It was a lecture hall class, and the professor rarely checked faces, so I signed all four of us in on the app. Just as I was feeling good about being a supportive roommate, Ashley burst through the main doors. She marched right up to the lecturer at the podium, phone in hand. “Professor, why does the app say I’m here when I wasn’t? Is your system glitched?” The entire hall stared at her. I broke out in a cold sweat. The professor looked at her, face stony. “You know exactly how you got signed in.” “I really don’t! That’s why I’m asking. Your system must be broken. I didn’t tap anything, but it says ‘Present’.” Ashley looked innocent. The professor laughed in disbelief and quickly traced it back to my account. Because I signed in for three people, I received an automatic failure for the course and had to pay to retake it next semester. The other roommates lost participation points. I was livid. I asked Ashley through gritted teeth why she had to cause trouble. She looked aggrieved. “How was I supposed to know you could sign in for others? Who asked you to be a busybody?” I swore never to help her again and kept my distance. I thought avoiding her would be enough, but I underestimated her insanity. The university held an English speech contest. First place came with a cash prize and a scholarship boost. I signed up, researched, and practiced for weeks. On the day of the finals, as I was delivering my speech with confidence, Ashley stood up in the audience. She interrupted me, asking loudly why my speech content was exactly identical to her thoughts. The auditorium went into an uproar. My speech was cut short. Everyone looked at me with disgust. Later, I confronted her. She hadn’t even entered the competition. How could our ideas be the same? She pointed to her head. “Isn’t it magical? I dreamt about it a few days ago. It was exactly what you said. I was so scared.” Hearing that, I couldn’t breathe. I nearly fainted. My scholarship was gone. Rumors that I was a plagiarist spread like wildfire. My depression spiraled, and eventually, I climbed that roof. Maybe God couldn’t stand it anymore. He gave me a second chance. This time, I wouldn’t let Ashley ruin me. She was going to pay. Ashley called my name a dozen times. I didn’t move. Finally, Chloe, the gamer roommate, snapped. She ripped off her headset. “Harper, Harper! Are you calling hogs? It’s the middle of the night! I can’t even hear footsteps in my game!” Chloe had a rich family and a fiery temper. Ashley was terrified of her, which was why she always targeted me—the soft persimmon. 3 Intimidated by Chloe, Ashley lowered her voice but didn’t stop. “I just wanted to wake her up to ask if she was sleeping.” “Are you an NPC?” Chloe scoffed. “If she’s asleep, why wake her up to ask if she’s asleep? Do you hear yourself? Why don’t you peel her eyelids open to check?” I almost laughed out loud, but the urge vanished quickly. Chloe’s sarcasm gave Ashley an idea. I felt the ladder shake. She was climbing up to my bunk to check. She was determined to wake me up. I clenched my fists under the blanket. As soon as she reached the top and stuck her upper body through my curtains, I swung my fist straight out, screaming, “Die, monster!” Bam. My fist connected solidly with Ashley’s nose. She shrieked in pain, instinctively covering her face with both hands. She lost her balance and fell backward off the ladder. Thud. Even through my earplugs, the impact was loud. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be deep in a nightmare. Ashley hit the floor hard. She stopped pretending. She rushed back to my bed, shaking the frame. “Harper! Why did you hit me?!” I had to wake up now. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, acting groggy. “Huh? Hit you? When did I hit you?” Ashley was clutching her nose, tears streaming. “You just punched me in the face! It hurts! Don’t try to deny it!” I looked confused. “I was sleeping. How could I hit you? And… it’s the middle of the night. Why were you in my bed? Were you trying to…” I let the sentence hang. Ashley panicked. “Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! You ungrateful witch, you hit me!” I nodded slowly. “Then you better not wake me up next time. I have terrible night terrors. This time it was a punch; next time, who knows what I might do?” “But since I’m a nice person, I’ll forgive you for waking me up this time.” I flopped back onto my pillow. Ashley sat on the floor, stunned into silence. Terrified of getting punched again, she sulked back to her own bed. That punch bought me a few days of peace. But I knew she wouldn’t stop. As long as we lived together, my life would be miserable. I went to the Academic Advisor’s office the next day to request a room transfer. I thought her behavior would be enough grounds, but I miscalculated. “Transfer dorms?” Mr. Henderson, our advisor, leaned back in his chair. “That won’t do. Personalities clash; that’s life. You need to learn to adapt. Ashley hasn’t done anything serious. You’re all classmates. Just communicate.” “Besides, the dorms are full. Where would you go? Be mature. Look at my son—he’s studying in the UK, living with foreigners. He complained at first, but now he’s adapted perfectly. If he can do it, why can’t you?” I rolled my eyes internally. Mr. Henderson loved bragging about his PhD wife and his study-abroad son. It was his way of saying, “I’m better than you, so listen to me.” Realizing the transfer was a dead end, I left the office. 4 A few nights later, the Class Monitor came to our dorm with a stack of papers. “Mental health survey time,” she said. “Mr. Henderson said to just check ‘No’ on everything. You know the drill. It’s just a formality.” We were used to this. It was bureaucratic paperwork. Ashley stared at the paper. “Why check ‘No’? Can’t we check ‘Yes’?” “Checking ‘No’ is faster,” the Monitor explained. “If you check ‘Yes,’ they have to interview you. And if you actually have issues, the school might force you to take a leave of absence. Someone in the Engineering department got sent home for severe depression last year.” Ashley nodded thoughtfully. After the Monitor left, I looked at Ashley and casually said, “It’s not that serious. That’s an exaggeration. If someone has a mental illness, the school has to take responsibility. That’s what the counseling center is for.” Ashley picked up her pen. I finished mine in ten seconds. She was still pondering the third question. The next day, the forms were submitted. A few days later, during a lecture, Mr. Henderson knocked on the classroom door, apologized to the professor, and called Ashley out. Sensing drama, I slipped out the back door to eavesdrop. In an empty classroom down the hall, Henderson threw the survey at Ashley. “Who told you to fill this out randomly?! Didn’t the Monitor tell you to check ‘No’ for everything?” Ashley blinked her innocent, wide eyes. “Why do we have to check ‘No’? Can’t we fill it out according to how we feel?” Henderson looked like he might have a stroke. He couldn’t admit he just wanted to avoid paperwork. “I told you to check ‘No,’ so just listen! Why so many questions?” Ashley, oblivious to his rage, continued, “But some of these apply to me. If I check ‘No,’ isn’t that lying? The form says to be truthful.” Henderson had initially worried she might be suicidal—which would ruin his career. Now he realized she wasn’t mentally ill; she was just an idiot. “Forget it. Here’s a blank one. Fill it out again, check ‘No’ on everything, and bring it to my office after class.” Ashley took the paper. “Oh.” Henderson thought he was safe. He was wrong. After class, Ashley went to the office. Coincidentally, the Dean of the College was there, inspecting student welfare records. “Don’t worry, Dean,” Henderson was saying smoothly. “We take mental health very seriously here.” He signaled Ashley to leave the paper and get out. She didn’t get the hint. She turned to the Dean. “Dean, why do we have to check ‘No’ on every question? Is that a school rule?”

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Chapter 1 We held our wedding ceremony three years ago, yet my pilot wife has canceled our appointment to get our marriage license eighteen times. The first time, her male trainee had a test flight, and I waited on the steps of City Hall for an entire day. The second time, she received a call from him halfway there, made a sudden U-turn, and dropped me off on the side of the highway. After that, whenever we scheduled an appointment, her trainee would inevitably have some sort of emergency. Eventually, I decided to leave her. But the moment I boarded the plane to Paris, she chased after me like she had lost her mind. We’ve been “married” for three years, but Chloe never made it legal. Today marked her 1,000th successful flight—a huge milestone—and it was also the seventeenth date she had promised we’d finally go to City Hall. But at her celebration dinner, while I was being pressured into drink after drink by her superiors, she was busy laughing and whispering with Ryan, her male First Officer and mentee. I nursed a high fever, drinking until I was nearly unconscious, yet she didn’t spare me a single glance. Many of my colleagues sighed, looking at me with pity. Everyone could see who I was destroying my health for. When the party ended, Chloe, who was supposed to head to the courthouse with me, bailed once again. She pulled her car up to the curb and stopped me just as I reached for the door handle. “Ryan drank too much covering for me earlier. I need to drive him home. You take an Uber.” Her voice was clipped, professional. “We probably won’t make it to the Clerk’s Office this afternoon. Let’s reschedule.” Without waiting for a reaction, she rushed out of the driver’s seat to gingerly help Ryan into the passenger side—my seat. Eight years of dating, three years of marriage, and this was the seventeenth time Chloe had pushed me aside for Ryan. In the past, I would have exploded. I would have screamed, demanded to know who her husband actually was, and pointed out that I was the one blocking drinks for her all night. But this time, I just smiled faintly. “Okay. Drive safe.” Chloe paused, clearly surprised by my calmness. But her indifference returned a second later. “I’ll buy you a gift to make up for it when I get back tonight.” She drove off. Before speeding away, I saw her lean over to roll up the window for Ryan, afraid the drunk kid would catch a chill. The old Chloe never allowed the smell of alcohol in her car. Even in the dead of winter, she’d blast the AC if I had been drinking. I realized then that her rules only applied to me. The Los Angeles midday sun was scorching, but my heart felt like ice. I took a deep breath and put my birth certificate and documents back into my bag. It was time to let go of these eight years. Chapter 2 That afternoon, I went straight to the company HQ and handed in my resignation letter. “Does Chloe know you’re quitting?” My manager was shocked. I had been the airline’s Gold Tier Purser for seven consecutive years. I had a bright future here. I forced a bitter smile. “I’ll tell her tonight. Not that she’ll care.” “It’s a shame,” the manager sighed. “You two flew new routes together, won awards together… Three years ago, even the CEO attended your wedding. Everyone envied you two. But…” He trailed off, shaking his head. Yes, those were beautiful memories. But memories are just ghosts of the past. We could never go back. It was past 10 PM when I got home. The house was cold and empty. My phone buzzed. A notification from Instagram popped up. Ryan had tagged me in a post. The photo showed the dashboard of Chloe’s car. The caption read: “Thanks to my beautiful mentor for staying by my side all afternoon. As a thank you, I’m taking her to the Coldplay concert tomorrow! Can’t wait.” I knew then that Chloe, who said she’d be back tonight, wasn’t coming home. This scenario had played out too many times over the last three years. I made a cup of instant noodles and opened my email. Offers from airlines in over ten countries sat in my inbox. I moved the mouse and clicked on the offer from Air France without hesitation. I booked a flight to Paris for two days later. Five years ago, Chloe encountered the biggest scare of her career during a flight to Paris. Since then, the city became a taboo subject. She refused to fly there, and out of solidarity, neither did I. Going to Paris meant one thing: Chloe and I would likely never see each other again. Chapter 3 The next morning, I woke up and started packing. I was halfway through when Chloe came home, looking exhausted. She brought with her the overwhelming scent of men’s cologne. I paused, the smell stinging my nose. Chloe had sensitive skin and hated strong fragrances. For years, she scolded me if my shampoo was too scented. I stopped using cologne entirely for her. Now I realized she didn’t hate fragrances; she just didn’t like them on me. She saw the suitcases and froze. “Ryan was hungover badly last night. I got a hotel room nearby so I wouldn’t disturb you.” I looked up, surprised. It was the first time in three years she had bothered to explain herself. I nodded silently. She walked over, glancing at the luggage. “Packing for a trip? You have a flight?” “Something like that.” She seemed to relax visibly. “I have errands today. I just came back to grab something, then I’m heading out. Don’t wait up for lunch.” “Okay.” I didn’t look up, continuing to fold my clothes. I had planned to tell her about my resignation over lunch, to formally end our eight years. Now, it seemed, I wouldn’t get the chance. Chloe grabbed a red gift bag, took her coat from the rack, and hurried out. Crash! The vibration of the slamming door caused a picture frame, which had hung there for eight years, to fall and shatter. I looked at the debris. It was a photo of us at our first concert, hands clasped, smiling radiantly. That day, she promised she’d go to a concert with me every year, no matter how busy she was. But ever since Ryan became her trainee, she had forgotten everything. In the empty room, the clock ticked loudly. After a long silence, I swept up the glass shards. I took the photo—and the last of my lingering affection—and threw it into the trash. Chapter 4 By evening, I was lying in bed, exhausted, when my best friend, Mike, called. “What is wrong with Chloe? This is too much. Have you seen her story? She’s practically flaunting that pretty boy Ryan.” “You guys aren’t even divorced yet. How can she do this?” I opened my phone. At the top of my feed was Ryan’s new post. In the photo, Ryan was wearing a Patek Philippe watch, holding the red gift bag Chloe had retrieved earlier. So, she came home just to get his concert gift. The caption read: “Three years of knowing you. So lucky to have you, Chloe. Happy 3rd Anniversary!” It hit me then. Three years? Right. Today was technically my and Chloe’s third wedding anniversary. We had never celebrated it, so even I had forgotten. I exhaled slowly. “She doesn’t need a divorce, Mike. We never legally married.” “What?” Mike screamed. “You’ve been ‘married’ for three years and she still hasn’t signed the papers?” His shock was deafening. Yes. The wedding was three years ago. And she had unilaterally canceled our appointment seventeen times. Chapter 5 At 11 PM, Chloe unexpectedly came home. She took off her coat and went to hang it up, but froze when she saw the empty spot on the wall where our photo used to be. “Where’s our picture?” She walked into the bedroom, looking slightly panicked. “It fell and broke.” She glanced at the trash can, saw the glass, and relaxed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a shopping bag with a Gucci belt. “I didn’t have time to get your gift yesterday. Today is our third anniversary. Happy anniversary.” She tossed the belt onto the bed. I stared at it. Three years, and she actually remembered? Then I saw the receipt sticking out. Purchased thirty minutes ago. She had likely seen Ryan’s caption and panic-bought this on the way home. She didn’t know I already had two belts in this exact style hanging in the closet. I just looked at her. “By the way,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “Could you… withdraw your name from the ‘Employee of the Year’ running? Ryan has been here for three years, and his biggest dream is to win it. You win every year. Can you let him have it this time?” I smiled internally. So the gift had a price tag. “Sure.” I nodded calmly. Not just this year. I wouldn’t be competing with him ever again. Because after tonight, I would be gone. “You… you agree?” She was surprised by my lack of resistance. She looked at me, guilt flickering in her eyes. “Ryan is my mentee,” she justified. “I should look out for him. And you’re basically his mentor too. It’s the right thing to do.” “Oh, right. I’m not flying tomorrow. Let’s go to City Hall at 10 AM and finally get the certificate.” I didn’t respond. She seemed to remember the luggage. “I forgot to ask, when is your flight tomorrow?” “3 PM.” I looked at her, ready to use this final moment to tell her the truth. But before I could speak, her phone rang. It was Ryan. His voice was weak; he had twisted his ankle and needed help. Chloe hung up, looking guilty. “Um… Ryan has a situation. He can’t handle it alone. I have to go.” She used a questioning tone, asking for permission. I swallowed my words, forced a smile, and nodded. “It’s fine. Go.” She looked relieved. She stood up immediately. “You have time before 3 PM. We’ll go to City Hall at 10 AM sharp tomorrow. Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll be there.” I smiled bitterly. She never gave me the chance to say goodbye. The next morning. I took my luggage and went straight to the airport, skipping City Hall completely. I didn’t receive a single call from her asking where I was. It wasn’t until I was about to board that I got a text: “Sorry, Ryan is really in bad shape. I just took him to the hospital. I missed the appointment. When you get back from this trip, I’ll take you first thing.” My heart remained perfectly still. Predictably, the eighteenth time was also a cancellation. “No need, Chloe. I’ve resigned. I’m flying to Paris. After today, we won’t see each other again.” I sent the final message and prepared to turn off my phone. The next second, my phone exploded with vibrations. Chapter 6 The cabin announcement played, instructing passengers to turn off electronic devices. I ignored the vibrations, deleted Chloe’s contact information, and powered down the phone. From this moment on, Chloe and I were strangers. In the hospital. Chloe stared at her phone, going mad as her replies returned with a red exclamation mark: Message Not Delivered. She dialed my number repeatedly. “The subscriber you are calling is powered off.” She pressed the screen harder, as if brute force could connect the call. “Impossible… impossible,” she muttered. “We were fine yesterday. I told him we’d get the license.” She stood there in a daze for minutes before sprinting out of the hospital, driving recklessly to the airport. “Manager Davis! Ethan isn’t scheduled for Paris! Why did he resign? What is going on?!” She stormed into the Crew Center, grabbing my manager’s arm. The manager looked confused. “Ethan didn’t tell you? He resigned the night of your celebration dinner. I asked him if you knew, and he said he’d tell you that night.” Chloe felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She remembered. That night, she didn’t go home. Yesterday afternoon, she only stopped by to grab the gift. Last night, she left minutes after arriving. For two days, she hadn’t given me a single minute to speak. For two days, she had been with Ryan.

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When I revived the first time, Liam Sterling was ecstatic, wishing he could lay the best things in the world at my feet. The second time I revived, Liam wept, swearing he would never let me get hurt again. By the fifth time, Liam begged me to donate my heart to save his senior, Sarah. This is the ninth time. Sarah and I were kidnapped together. When forced to choose, he shot me without hesitation. “I hate being threatened!” But what he didn’t know was that this time, I was truly dead. Later, everyone said the head of the Sterling family went mad after his wife died. Not only did he refuse to bury her, but he also hired numerous priests and monks to draw arrays in his home, turning a perfectly good mansion into a haunted house, chanting every day. “Revive, revive.” 1 Pain! It hurts too much! On a ship in international waters, my face was stepped into the ground, dust filling my nose and mouth. Vicious kidnappers surrounded me, fists raining down like hail. Beside me being beaten, a delicate woman was shivering. She is Liam’s senior—Sarah Miller. She crawled to my side, sobbing softly: “I’m sorry, Chloe, I didn’t know they would beat you like this, I’m sorry woo woo woo…” Watching her fake cry without a single tear, I felt only speechlessness. At least act a bit more convincingly. I was almost out on the speedboat. If not for her scream, would I have been dragged back to be beaten? Thinking of this, I spat out another mouthful of dirty blood, chest throbbing with pain. My ribs were probably broken. Just then, footsteps sounded again. The kidnappers were back! I skillfully covered my head, but wasn’t beaten. Instead, a large man grabbed my hair, slapped me, and turned on the phone speaker. “Does it hurt? If it hurts, scream louder! Call him to save you, hahaha…” “Liam, when will you arrive?” I bit my teeth hard to stop myself from groaning. Unexpectedly, Sarah started crying again. “Liam, woo woo woo… don’t worry about us, we’re fine, I wasn’t beaten woo woo woo…” Hearing Sarah’s crying, Liam instantly panicked. “Sarah, Sarah, what’s wrong? Chloe Vance, was Sarah beaten? Why didn’t you help her! You know she’s different from you!” My heart went cold instantly. Didn’t want to listen to this idiot rambling anymore, I hung up the kidnapper’s phone and threw it away. Earned another slap. The kidnappers separated Sarah and me. When we appeared on the deck again. Her face was bruised, and one arm was dislocated. Making it look like I was doing pretty well. Since both sides didn’t trust each other—the kidnappers wanted money first, Liam wanted people released first. The kidnapper had already unlocked the gun’s safety. Liam was anxious, finally reluctantly agreeing to pay half the money to release one person. The one released first, of course, was Liam’s dear senior who looked more miserable, not me, his wife of hardships. I was so angry I almost spat out another mouthful of old blood. Seeing Sarah already on the speedboat back, the kidnappers urged for the second ransom. Liam had someone bring it over. Just then, Liam’s assistant walked up. “President, it’s clear. The IP address of the other party trading with the kidnappers is at… your home…” Instantly, everyone’s face changed drastically. My brain was buzzing. What’s the situation? First, I didn’t hire anyone to kidnap us. So Liam hired someone to kidnap us? Impossible! What for? For excitement? Before I could think clearly. Liam ordered his people to leave and not look back. His face was gloomy, pulling a gun from his waist. “I hate being threatened the most!” Under everyone’s horrified gaze. Liam shot me straight in the chest. I felt something gushing out. In a trance, it seemed Liam closed my eyes. “This is a lesson for your jealousy!” 2 I died. This was my ninth death, and the last. I remembered everything. Actually, I am a cat, the kind with nine tails. On my coming of age day, my mom told me. “Finding a partner and having cubs is very simple for our clan. Find a person to repay kindness for nine lives, and you can abduct him back to Spirit Mountain for immortality!” Unfortunately, I remembered wrong and brought all nine tails to this one life. I waited by the River of Forgetfulness for a long time until the first kind person willing to give me dried fish appeared. I decisively erased my memory and chose him. I thought. Liam and I would become an immortal couple in Spirit Mountain like my parents. But didn’t expect, let alone nine lives, even spending nine lives in one lifetime didn’t end well. While waiting for Mom to pick me up, I still had to follow Liam. Liam was like the previous times. After I was completely cold, he took me back to the villa and put me in the ice coffin custom-made after my third revival. Based on past experience, I only needed three days to revive. The only two exceptions were when my heart was dug out for Sarah and the car accident after a quarrel. Just a pity, this time Liam will be disappointed. My lives are used up. Let alone three days, I won’t live even in three years. After putting me in the ice coffin, Liam ignored my body. Turned and went to the hospital. Seeing Liam arrive, Sarah spoke first: “Liam, how is sister Chloe? She didn’t intentionally let the kidnappers beat me, please don’t blame her!” I listened dumbfounded. So she used to arrange me like this in front of Liam? No wonder my quarrels with Liam were endless. Liam, this idiot, also lowered his eyes, hesitatingly starting to apologize. “Sorry Sarah, the kidnapping was done by Chloe. She had no malice, maybe just jealous. I’ll make her apologize to you in two days!” I didn’t miss the ecstasy in Sarah’s eyes. “Really? Although I suffered such heavy injuries, don’t blame sister Chloe either.” I finally figured it out now. The assistant said, the IP address hiring kidnappers on the dark web was at my home. First, not Liam, because he’s just a bit brain-dead, not a psychopath. Second, not me as Liam thought, after all, wouldn’t I know if I did it? Then it could only be Sarah, who treats my home as hers and can enter Liam’s study freely. Bitch, quite scheming! I was already angry, seeing Liam serving Sarah hand and foot made me even angrier. Hating that I couldn’t beat him up. When returning home in the evening, Liam glanced at my body in front of the ice coffin and actually sneered. “Chloe Vance, when you wake up, you’d better have thought of how to explain to me!” Explain my ass, get lost! Why isn’t Mom here yet? When can I have a physical body to beat up Liam? 3 Sarah was discharged the next day. Liam picked her up personally. But unexpectedly, surrounded by reporters as soon as they left the hospital gate. He flew into a rage, but I heard a reporter in the back asking aggrievedly. It was clearly Sarah who notified them, why were they the ones being scolded? The news that the Sterling Group president’s lover was the big star Sarah Miller shocked the entire entertainment industry. Accompanied by a big picture of Liam holding Sarah in a princess carry and scolding paparazzi. “This news…” Liam frowned and was about to say something when Sarah entered. She opened her mouth delicately. “Liam, don’t worry about me, clarifying is urgent. Being laughed at for throwing myself at you is nothing.” Hearing this, Liam suddenly tightened his grip on the pen, and said after a moment, “No need to clarify. Ignore this kind of gossip and it will be gone in a few days.” “Chloe will make a fuss if she knows, right?” Hearing this, Liam relaxed completely: “It’s okay, she won’t know.” Heh! He just thinks I haven’t revived yet, so he can do whatever he wants, right? I used to think the rumors about Liam and Sarah were unknown to Liam. Turns out this bastard wouldn’t handle it even if he knew? Truly wonderful, wonderful to the extreme! I started to rejoice that this nine-life reincarnation wasn’t completed and he wouldn’t enter Spirit Mountain with me. Back home, Liam put a bouquet of roses in the ice coffin for me, self-touchingly moved. “I won’t blame you anymore. Consider this scandal your apology to Sarah.” I was speechless, rolling a huge eye against the ice coffin. Three days passed quickly. Liam guarded my ice coffin at 12 o’clock sharp. But I didn’t wake up. Liam looked solemn. But soon he remembered after the 5th time heart removal and the 8th time car accident after quarreling, I took five and seven days to revive respectively. The first time I didn’t wake up in three days, he sent me to the Sterling family’s private lab. Finally determined, the unknown healing power in me could last for 7 days. But actually, starting from the third day, my body had finished repairing and had the ability to wake up. The four days after were actually me not wanting to wake up. So now time passed minute by second, my body motionless. Liam also thought it was me unwilling to wake up. “Chloe Vance, did wrong and still putting on airs to scare me? Don’t wake up if you don’t want to!” He pulled out the flowers from my ice coffin and kicked it before walking out. I watched bafflingly. Psycho! But before sleeping, he still called Assistant Zhang. “Confirm the IP address contacting kidnappers was at my home?” Getting a positive answer, he finally went to sleep. Next morning he got up early, checked me in the room with the ice coffin first. Seeing I hadn’t woken up, this dog man actually lost his temper at the SA who came to deliver clothes. “Return them! With such a big temper, what haute couture, what anniversary!” 4 Day 5, I still hadn’t woken up. The week’s outfits I prepared for Liam had run out. Liam dug out a dozen ties and found none matched. Holding a cat fishing tie, he came to my ice coffin exasperatedly. “How long are you going to throw a tantrum? Revive quickly if you’re going to. The house is in chaos, and what kind of stuff did you buy me?” But I was dead, dead people don’t move. The temper he threw had to be cleaned up by himself. He gloomily picked up the tie thrown on my ice coffin, stuffed it back into the cloakroom. Went to work disheveled like his wife died. Not long after he started working, Sarah came to his office. Without knocking. I had to contact the assistant for an appointment every time, and Sarah never had to knock, right? The more I thought, the angrier I got. Deserved he couldn’t find clothes to wear. Sarah actually took out a tie and gently tied it for Liam. “Did you quarrel with Chloe? She’s too insensible. Angry is angry, how can she ignore your dignity?” “Nothing like that.” Liam irritably loosened the tie Sarah just tied for him. I turned my back, out of sight, out of mind. Liam seemed to have forgotten the promise he made to me when we got married. Whether it was the passenger seat or intimate things like tying a tie, they belonged to me alone. Forget it, I’m dead, just right to let them love each other. Sarah seemed to speak casually: “Actually, there are techniques for getting along as a couple. Liam, you can’t always yield to Chloe.” Liam’s face was gloomy and silent. Sarah wasn’t anxious either, poured a cup of coffee for Liam and sat back on the sofa. “I want to ask you a favor.” Sarah wanted to borrow a house from Liam for variety show recording. Preferably one that is lived in often, and she needed a guest to appear on the show as her relative. I understood immediately, the only house meeting these conditions was the villa Liam and I lived in. Sarah clearly wanted Liam to record a variety show with her at my home and stir up scandals. Everyone knew her intentions, except Liam. But he didn’t agree either. Sarah didn’t seem anxious, just kindly gave Liam advice when leaving. “You’ve been married for seven years, sometimes old couples still need some sense of crisis.” If my relationship teacher were here. He would probably urge me to take out a notebook to record these green tea quotes for future use. Liam actually listened to this. He made further efforts and had his own insights. Back home, he sat on a small stool next to my body. Took out the scandals about him and Sarah printed by Assistant Zhang and read them to me word by word. Finally stood up and said. “Although these are fake now. But if you don’t wake up, be careful we make them real!” I was full of speechlessness. Yes yes yes, real, you two are a match made in heaven. Pity he couldn’t hear me. It was the sixth day. Seeing no movement from me in front of the ice coffin, Liam’s face was dark as ink, and he made a call on the spot. “Sarah, come to my house to record. Anyway, Chloe doesn’t plan to come back!”

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I am a jinx who can see the countdown to my family’s death. Because both my grandpa and dad died on the day I blurted out their death times. My three older sisters unanimously believed that my curse killed them, and they detested me. My mom also died due to complications during childbirth, leaving behind a younger brother who received all the love and adoration from my sisters. My sisters said my brother was a little lucky star, and since his birth, everything in the family had been smooth sailing. But Mom died giving birth to him. I lived in a cramped attic, gnawing on leftover bread, barely surviving until eighteen. Looking into the mirror, I saw my own countdown. I wasn’t sad; instead, I felt relieved. I’m finally going to die! Before dying, I only prayed to have one last meal with my sisters. But my sister glared at me coldly, warning me not to use such tactics to attract attention. I am a jinx; how could I be worthy of standing in front of my lucky star brother! 1 Since I was little, I could see a countdown hovering over people’s heads. When I first saw the numbers over my grandpa’s head, I told my parents. They just laughed, thinking it was childish nonsense, and didn’t take it seriously. A day later, when I saw Grandpa again, he was lying on the bed covered with a white cloth. Many people were crying sadly, but I didn’t understand what they were doing. Later, I saw a countdown on my dad’s head too. When I told him, Dad’s smile stiffened for a moment before returning to normal. That night, I didn’t see Dad come back from work. I only heard the urgent ringing of the telephone. After answering the call, Mom’s face turned deadly pale. Her belly was already very big. She ran too hurriedly and fell on the steps at the entrance. Right at that moment, I saw the familiar 24-hour countdown appear over her head. That day, my brother was born, and Mom died from massive hemorrhaging despite rescue efforts. I stood outside the hospital room, looking bewildered. My third sister, Chloe, pushed me to the ground, calling me a monster, saying I cursed them. Saying I killed Dad and Mom. My palms scraped hard against the cold floor, oozing tiny beads of blood. It hurt so much I wanted to cry, but looking around, no one came near me. Their eyes were filled with fear and disgust. I didn’t dare make a sound. I could only bite my lip, climb up from the ground myself, pat my little pants, and comfort myself in my heart. I curled up into a ball in the corner, listening to the continuous crying outside the door, hugging my knees and sobbing softly. “Dad, Mom…” I slowly fell asleep like this. When I opened my eyes again, the place was empty. They all left. Why didn’t anyone call me? Did they not want me anymore? I stood up in a panic, but because I had squatted for too long, my legs were numb, and I fell straight to the floor. In the quiet corridor, only the flickering fluorescent lights accompanied me. My body hurt, and I couldn’t hold back anymore, crying out loud. From that day on, everything changed. 2 My three sisters treated my brother extremely well, but avoided me like the plague. Seeing them like this, the servants in the house also started to treat me perfunctorily, judging people based on their status. As a child, I often fell asleep hungry, but I still managed to survive on leftovers until I was eighteen. Chloe always said bad people live longer; otherwise, why was I still alive? Nestled in the small attic, I also wondered if I couldn’t die because I was too bad. Thinking of this, I crawled out of bed, shuffling my slippers to the bathroom to wash up. My hair was withered and yellow, my cheeks gaunt. No one would guess this was the eldest son of the Jiang family. But I didn’t care about these things because I saw the countdown over my own head. Through the mirror, a bright red countdown stood impressively above my head. Finally, this day has come. I wanted to laugh, but only slightly hooked the corners of my mouth, looking at myself in the mirror, lost in thought. I have no friends, and the people I interact with usually are pitifully few. How should I spend this last day? After thinking for a long time, I slowly tidied myself up and came down from the cramped attic I had always lived in. The attic was really too small, so small that fitting a bed for an adult like me was a struggle. I was still using a twin-sized bed meant for dorm students. Fortunately, being thin and weak, I could barely sleep curled up on it. As for my original room, it had long been turned into a toy room for my brother after he was born. More than once, I peered through the small window of the attic, watching my sisters play with the boy on the lawn. He was innocent and cute, laughing carefree. Every time I saw it, I mimicked his smile, as if I could peek into a sliver of the same happiness. But my smile was ugly, I knew. I looked in a broken small mirror, and indeed, as my sisters said, I looked hideous. Since then, I haven’t liked smiling. I walked downstairs cautiously, not expecting anyone to be there at this time. Descending the escalator, my ears were filled with my brother Henry’s clear laughter. He was really happy. My brother excitedly held a hairpin, volunteering, “Second sister, let me put the hairpin on for you.” Second sister, Bella, lowered her head following Henry’s force, looking dotingly at her brother clumsily putting a crooked hairpin on her. Henry stepped back two steps to look, a bit distressed. The crooked bun really didn’t look good. He asked his sister to redo it. The woman looked in the small mirror and didn’t take it down. Instead, she smiled and rubbed his head. “No need, our Henry put a hairpin on for his sister for the first time. You did great.” “Let’s go, Second Sister will take you to school today.” Hearing this, Henry happily took her hand. My heart felt sour, remembering myself as a child. That was the first time I knitted a scarf. I stayed up for days to knit a somewhat crooked scarf. I nervously gave it to Bella, hoping for a word of praise, hoping she would pat my head like before. She didn’t take it, her eyes filled with disgust. “Who knows if I’ll be cursed taking your stuff.” Used to rejection, I gave the scarf to the family dog, hoping to make its bed more comfortable and warm. But the next day, I saw my scarf in the trash can, cut into pieces, unable to be put back together. Ignoring the filth on the trash can, I reached out to pick it up piece by piece, washed it clean, put it in a box, and never took it out again. Thinking of this, I pursed my lips. As they were about to leave, I still wanted to try one more time. Even just once would be fine. “Second Sister, Brother.” Seeing me, their expressions were different. Henry’s eyes lit up for a moment when he saw me, happily calling me brother. Beside him, Second Sister had a cold face, seemingly wanting to say something but perhaps holding back because of Henry. “Can we have dinner together tonight? Just once is enough.” I said it with difficulty, nervously waiting for their response. “Sure!” “No.” Two completely opposite voices sounded at the same time. Henry turned to look at Bella and asked in confusion, “Why not?” Yeah, why not? I silently dug my nails into my palm. “Did you forget? We agreed before that you’d accompany Big Sister to the auction tonight.” Under Bella’s affirming gaze, Henry seemed suddenly enlightened, then looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, brother, I don’t have time to have dinner with you today.” The boy thought for a moment and smiled again. “How about tomorrow? Let’s have dinner together as a family tomorrow.” A family? I forced a smile uglier than crying, the bitterness in my heart almost drowning me. I have no tomorrow. But I still agreed to him, watching him leave. Before leaving, Bella glanced at me, her cold gaze like a sharp blade, seeming to slice me inch by inch. “Ethan, don’t let me find out you’re plotting anything.” “If you let Henry get hurt even a little bit, don’t blame us for being merciless.” “Stay away from him.” 3 I watched them drift further away, my previous nervous joy instantly cooling to the extreme, as if falling into an ice cave. Slowly opening my palm, it was already bleeding from my pinching, leaving deep nail marks. Is this my image in her eyes? Like a villain, a murderer. Clearly used to it, my heart still throbbed with pain, and my stomach stung too. I walked to the kitchen to find something to eat. The tidy and clean kitchen had nothing. The refrigerator and cabinets were locked with passwords. Everyone was out, and the servants did this to guard against only me. I looked at half a piece of dry bread left on the island, hesitated, and picked it up. I found two shriveled walnuts in the living room. I kept chewing, but it was tasteless, and these things didn’t make me feel full. My stomach still hurt badly. I drank two cups of water fiercely to satisfy my hunger, but felt stomach acid surging up. A servant passed by rolling her eyes. Seeing the bread in my hand, she exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Oh my! Young Master, you aren’t eating that, are you? That’s leftover from this morning; even Lucky wouldn’t eat it.” Lucky is the family dog. “It’s a pity the Misses and Young Master Henry are busy with serious matters, and we cooked a bit early.” “Young Master, if you want to eat something, I can make it now, although it’s a bit troublesome.” The servant’s troubled look made me frown. I refused her with a wooden face, endured the slight stinging in my stomach, and returned to my room. This home couldn’t tolerate me, so much so that even the servants treated me sarcastically. The burning pain in my stomach made me almost unable to control my emotions. With trembling hands, I opened the painkiller packet, stuffed pills into my mouth, picked up the cold water beside me, and gulped it down. The physical discomfort seemed to ease a bit. Changing clothes, I washed my face, trying to look spirited. I went to the funeral supply store first. With only one day left, a custom urn was impossible, but fortunately, there were many other styles to choose from. I chose a pattern I liked as my future “home.” Holding the urn happily all the way, I felt many puzzled or surprised gazes. I ignored them and went straight to the next destination. Stopping and going, I passed by Third Sister Chloe’s school. It was break time, and laughter came from the school from time to time. I looked at them enviously, vibrant teenagers. But I haven’t been to school since I was ten. Just as I was thinking of leaving, I looked up and saw Third Sister getting out of a car preparing to enter the school. Thinking it was only the last day, I summoned up courage and jogged towards Chloe. But as I got closer, I saw her frowning and speaking seriously to someone on the phone. Don’t know if it was because she saw me, a trace of wariness flashed in her eyes. She said into the phone, “I know.” Then she hung up and walked towards me. I wanted to ask her to come home for dinner tonight but was intimidated by her gaze. “Ethan, if you want to stay in this house, hide your little schemes well.” “If I find out you did anything to Henry, I will definitely make you wish you were dead.” 4 My body stiffened instantly. It was Henry again. I already guessed who called just now, Second Sister Bella. Right, I’ve been a jinx since I was little; otherwise, how could I curse my family to death. Thinking of Chloe’s methods, I couldn’t help shivering. When Mom just passed away, no one cared about me. I was finally sent home by a kind doctor lady. Back home, there was no warmth as imagined. I was locked in the small storeroom at home by Chloe for three whole days without anyone asking, no food or drink. This incident remains my childhood shadow until now. On the third day, when I thought I was about to die, Eldest Sister Sophia descended in front of me like a god. She let me out. Although indifferent, over the years, she treated me the best, at least treating me as transparent. I believe what I said this morning has already reached her ears. Seeing me silent for a long time, perhaps thinking I was scared, Chloe leaned close to my ear, her tone airy. “You know, with my means, making a person disappear is still very easy.” My pupils shook, and I watched her enter the school stiffly. I walked step by step towards my original destination, my brain almost unable to think anymore. I walked into the photo studio. After knowing I came to take a funeral photo, the receptionist girl’s eyes were full of sympathy. She comforted me gently with a few words. The grievance in my heart burst at this moment. It’s easy for people to lose control under a caring greeting from a stranger, just like me now. My tears wet her shoulder. She didn’t speak, just silently patted my back. Clearly just a stranger, yet giving me infinite warmth. After coming out of the photo studio, I squatted by the roadside, holding the urn and funeral photo prepared for myself, staring into the distance in a daze. I decided to go to the company to find Eldest Sister Sophia. Because I hadn’t been to the company, I searched for a long time before finding it, but was stopped by the receptionist. They told me I couldn’t enter without an appointment, and the boss was in a meeting and couldn’t answer the phone. Unwilling to give up, I dialed that number memorized by heart from my contacts, but no one answered after several calls. I found her social media account through the number. Only the last day left, I wanted Eldest Sister to accompany me, even just for a short meeting. Sending the edited message, I waited anxiously. Two hours passed, still no news. Time was running out. I didn’t want to die outside, so I returned home. The servants were out shopping. The whole villa was silent and empty. I started preparing the meal early, hoping for their return. No messages came on the phone, nor any successful friend request notifications. I sat on the chair, quietly staring at the countdown over my head reflected in the mirror in my hand. Only the last three hours left… I wanted them to accompany me through the last day, wanted to know their reactions when I died. Maybe surprise, I thought. No one in this world cares about my life or death. My closest people hate me, detest me. I made a table of dishes. Got splashed by oil on my hand, it hurt, but couldn’t cover the excitement in my heart. I realized I wasn’t right, excited to the extreme, even my body couldn’t stop trembling. Two hours left, I sat on the chair staring dead at the door. Trembling, I picked up the phone and called Sophia. “Big Sister.” She answered, but didn’t speak. My voice started to tighten, “Can you guys, come accompany me for a meal?” “I’m going to die.”

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In the third month of my cold war with my movie star boyfriend, Julian Cole, we were invited to a variety show that required us to call the person we loved most. Out of spite, he called his assistant, Lily, sending the internet into a frenzy of shipping them. I, on the other hand, dialed an unknown number, calling my mom in another world, which led to mass ridicule online. Julian sneered. “You’re an orphan, where did you get a mom? Hiring someone to pretend just to save face, you really have no bottom line!” I didn’t speak. Amidst his mocking expression, I rushed to the window and jumped. The System had just said: As long as I die in this world. I can go home and reunite with my mom. 1 “Hiring someone to pretend just to save face, you really have no bottom line!” [Host, as long as your body dies in this world, you can go home.] Two voices rang out simultaneously. I stared blankly ahead, lost in thought for a moment. Julian, however, thought I was looking at him and scoffed disdainfully. “What? Don’t tell me you don’t even have a person you love most? Is your life that much of a failure?” Julian’s words drew a round of laughter from everyone present. Only I couldn’t smile. He wasn’t wrong. Since coming to this world and accepting the mission to conquer his heart, I had practically revolved around him. To complete the mission quickly and go home to cure my mom. I didn’t bother making friends and could only rely on him. Like a fragile dodder flower. I was even mocked by the internet as “Earth’s Strongest Chewing Gum.” In the years Julian loved me most, he liked to hold me and promise: “Star, I will be with you for a lifetime. We will never be apart.” I believed him. Until the first time I caught him kissing Lily. He explained impatiently, his eyes fixed on Lily, whose cheeks were flushed with shyness. “We just lost a game, can you stop being so suspicious? We are innocent, don’t think of us so nastily.” We had a huge fight. Then three months ago, I caught them coming out of the bathroom in bathrobes. I couldn’t deceive myself anymore. He didn’t explain either. Instead, he deliberately put his arm around Lily. “Argue, argue, argue, you only know how to argue. Can’t you learn from Lily’s obedience?” At that moment, I finally realized. It should end. This mission. I couldn’t do it anymore. Fortunately, the System didn’t force me to complete the mission and readily agreed to cancel it. It even promised to cure my mom as originally agreed. With that. I had no more worries. Snapping back to reality, the System’s voice rang in my head again. [Host, your mother asked me to tell you she misses you very much.] My nose stung, and my eyes quickly reddened. Yes, I have people I love. I have a mom. I miss her very, very much too. “I want… to go home.” I mumbled unconsciously, my voice choking up. Julian paused, a trace of intolerance flashing in his eyes, but he remained stubborn. “Chloe Vance, your acting skills are getting better and better…” I pretended not to hear, stood up, and walked quickly to the window. Amidst the panicked cries of the crowd and the sound of live broadcast equipment toppling over. I jumped straight down from the windowsill. Julian, I don’t want you anymore. Five years of feelings, I don’t want them either. I just want to go home. 2 When I woke up, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I thought I was back. But before I could be happy, a familiar voice shook my heart. Regrettably, I didn’t die. “Chloe, you threaten me by jumping off a building just because I called Lily? Didn’t I just say a few words to you? Wasn’t it you who started the quarrel?” “If you really wanted to die, go to a higher floor! The third floor won’t kill you. What are you pretending for?” Julian’s eyes were bloodshot. I stared at him blankly. Before I could speak, I was interrupted by Lily, who suddenly entered the room. Her face was covered in tears, looking precarious. “Chloe, I’m sorry. Julian was just angry with you and wanted to make you jealous, so he called me. I won’t appear again, won’t disturb you anymore.” After saying that, she looked at Julian with teary eyes, full of struggle and reluctance. Finally turned to leave. But before she could take a few steps, Julian grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Julian looked unhappy. “You did nothing wrong, why leave? Don’t cry, I’ll make Star clarify for you.” He turned to look at me, his gaze gradually turning cold. “Star, because your jump was live-streamed, Lily is now being cyberbullied by the whole internet. You must come out and explain for her. She is innocent and shouldn’t be implicated by you.” “Because of your matter, Lily gets called a mistress wherever she goes. You have to apologize to her. You were wrong in this matter, I can’t spoil you.” I wanted to laugh a little. But felt these entanglements were no longer important. I threw the phone to Julian, my face calm. “Mm, post whatever clarification you want.” “I just want to go home now.” The System responded immediately: [Host, very soon.] I closed my eyes again, driving them away: “Get out, all of you get out.” 3 Julian paused, didn’t leave. Then skillfully unlocked my phone and quickly posted the clarification statement. When handing the phone back to me, his eyes were complex. “Star, after so many years, your lock screen is still that photo.” I didn’t speak, glanced at the screen. It was a photo of Julian and me holding a cake, smiling brightly, full of love. I was a bit dazed. That year he wasn’t a movie emperor yet, running extra roles and being a stunt double every day. Finally, it was my birthday. He used all his money to buy me an expensive and exquisite cake. “Star, thank you for being willing to stay with me. In the future, I will buy you the most beautiful and expensive cake every year. We must always be together.” Later he became famous and fulfilled his promise. But I don’t know when the cakes and gifts became cold and sharp. In the mouth, the sweetness was gone. Only endless bitterness remained. I lay in the hospital for a week, thinking about how to die every day. On the day of discharge, Julian came to pick me up. Many fans blocked the hospital entrance and started cursing when they saw me. “Chloe Vance, go die! Why didn’t you die jumping off the building!” “Pretending and plotting against others! Really enough of a green tea b*tch!” “You even slandered Lily as a mistress? I think you look more like a mistress! Don’t know how many sugar daddies’ beds you climbed!” In one ear and out the other. So many years, I was used to being scolded. Julian thought I was big-hearted, good-tempered, and highly tolerant. Praised my broad-mindedness more than once. But in fact, I was numb from discomfort, pained to the point of keeping a straight face. Finally shaking off the fans, Julian’s car stopped in front of me. The passenger window rolled down, revealing Lily’s slightly red cheeks. “Chloe, get in quickly. Your haters are coming again, don’t let us get scolded together hahaha.” She stuck out her tongue, smiling like a cat that stole cream. Julian wasn’t angry at all, smiling at Lily, his eyes full of unconscious softness. The passenger seat that used to be exclusively mine had changed style. Small cosmetics, a vanity mirror, and Lily’s favorite lop-eared rabbit and snacks were placed there. These were things Julian didn’t allow me to bring into the car. Claiming it would damage the car or be easily misunderstood if photographed by paparazzi. But thinking about it now. It all depended on whether he loved or not. But. It didn’t matter. I stepped back two steps. Hailed a taxi and went back to the small apartment I rented. 4 I sold most of my property and donated it to charity. Before getting ready to cut my wrist with porcelain shards, the doorbell rang. Outside stood Julian with a not-so-good expression, followed by red-eyed Lily. “Chloe Vance, do you have to throw a tantrum with me? I really don’t understand what you’re unhappy about again!” Saying so, he sighed, looking at me deeply. Seeming a bit helpless. “Forget it, today is your birthday. I won’t hold it against you. I bought you a cake and came specially to celebrate your birthday with you.” Lily blushed slightly, stammering a happy birthday to me. My gaze fell on the necklace she was wearing. Lily touched it, smiling sweetly. “This was given to me by Julian. I liked it the first moment I saw it. He said it was just a trinket, so he gave it to me.” Julian nodded too, entering the room and sitting down on his own. “It was old anyway, just sitting there. Since Lily likes it, let her have it. I didn’t like it anyway.” I stiffened slightly, stunned for a moment. This necklace was a couple’s item bought when Julian and I first got together. More than two thousand dollars, not expensive, but he cherished it particularly back then. “I will keep it well for a lifetime! This is the witness of our love, with special meaning. If I lose it, punish me by never seeing you again, okay?” Every year on his birthday, he liked to wear that necklace with me. Starting last year, he stopped wearing it. I didn’t ask much. Just didn’t expect it to appear on Lily’s neck.

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I’m a D-list celebrity. Yet, because of a video, I accidentally went viral and hit the trending list. In the video, I was aggressively sniffing a kitten who looked like it had given up on life, laughing maniacally. “Whose little kitty is this~ Hohohaha~ It turns out it’s Mommy’s kitty, mua! mua! mua!” “A cute kitten like you~ mua~ was born to be kissed to death by Mommy~ mua” Then one day. Julian Fox, the movie emperor who is seen as cold and noble by outsiders, pinned me against the corner, a pair of fluffy fox ears popping out from his black hair. “Foxes are also very good to sniff, would you like to consider it?” Me: ?!! 1 I’m trending. Because of a video. It started when I was live streaming with fans at home, and forgot to turn off the camera during the break. So, completely unaware, I performed an inhumane act of aggressive sniffing on my orange cat, Can-Can, in front of the live camera. While sniffing, I laughed maniacally in a high-pitched voice. “Whose little kitty is this~ Hohohaha~ It turns out it’s Mommy’s little Can-Can, mua! mua! mua!” “You waving your tail in front of Mommy, isn’t it just to attract Mommy’s attention?…” “An indecent kitten like you, no one likes you, only Mommy, only Mommy loves you the most, hehehe…” “Those kittens outside, at this age, are already working in cat cafes to earn cans. You eat mine, live in mine, what’s wrong with me kissing you? muamuamua!” Finally, satisfied, I returned to the camera shamelessly: “Sorry everyone, my cat just pestered me for kisses, delayed a bit of time.” … After the video was uploaded online, it quickly went viral. Me, a D-list celebrity, stayed on the trending list for a whole night for the first time—— #Susan Destroys Cat# #Susan PUA Master# #Susan Eats Cat# #Susan Cat Virtue Class Principal# #Susan’s Laugh# To be honest, I was quite confused. For this, I specially went to read netizens’ comments under the trending video. “I personally tested Susan’s quotes, they are effective. Just practiced on my cat, now it’s wearing an apron cooking for me in the kitchen, afraid I’ll send it to work in a cat cafe.” “Told my rebellious son if he doesn’t behave I’ll send him to Susan for cat virtue training, in a blink of an eye saw him wearing stockings dancing on a pole in front of me, said he wants to keep my heart.” “I just tried laughing like Susan, now I’m at the police station, the Cat Squad sent a cat to arrest me, my cat called the police, said there’s a pervert.” Me: …Ridiculous. “How could she forget to turn off the camera? Obviously staged, isn’t it just wanting to be famous? And so many idiots believed it…” “Agree with upstairs, just a D-list wanting to be famous deliberately released it to attract attention.” “Am I the only one who thinks her state is very neurotic? Honestly, I suspect she secretly abuses cats privately…” “Are the people upstairs sick? So disgusting, can think of everything so darkly, starting to hate before she even gets famous?” “Pretty sister don’t mind those idiots, I just like beauties like you who look good but have a sick brain, fan now hahaha…” “I’m a fan too, but I’m doing it to see more of Can-Can in the future. Its look of having no desires and giving up on life while being kissed by Susan really kills me with laughter hahaha…” “Although but, am I the only one envious of that cat? Boohoo~ I also want to be kissed by the pretty sister, Susan really hits my aesthetic point…” “No, upstairs you are not alone…” … What surprised me even more was that the current top star in the entertainment industry, Julian Fox, actually liked this video and commented below: “Very cute.” Julian’s fans were in an uproar, don’t know if they were bored or what, followed the vine to find my Twitter. So the already confused me gained hundreds of thousands more followers. Me: ? I silently opened the comment section again. “Susan on the surface (noble and cold): Men? Not even worthy of carrying my shoes. Privately (rubbing hands and laughing foolishly): Hehehe, Mommy’s little Can-Can. Boohoo~ Who understands this contrast, sister kills me…” “Laughing to death hahaha, after reading all of Susan’s tweets, I say, brother is right, the cat is really cute, this sister is really crazy too…” “Agree with upstairs, I will really die of laughter in Susan’s Twitter, hahaha…” “Let’s just say, is there a possibility that Julian Fox said Susan is cute (dog head).” “Can-Can: No one speaks for me?” … In summary, I seem to be famous. Finally, I posted a tweet with Can-Can’s greasy paw-licking meme. Caption: Admit it girl, you have fallen deeply in love with brother. 2 After getting famous, my agent Lisa, who hadn’t contacted me once in eight hundred years, came to me on her own initiative. “Got you an audition for a drama, third female lead, a villain, but lots of scenes, the character setting is brilliant, and it’s Director Wang’s drama, seize the opportunity.” She seemingly unintentionally scanned my room, still looking serious: “By the way, Julian Fox liked that video… did you know each other before?” I shook my head, that’s not true. How could Julian know an unknown D-list like me? At most, I was an extra in the crew he was in before, he probably doesn’t even remember someone like me. I was also quite surprised that he liked my post. After all, Julian is known as the flower of the high ridge in the entertainment industry, cold and distant. Besides acting diligently, I’ve never seen him show enthusiasm for anything before, let alone this kind of entertainment news that passes with a laugh. Thinking about it, I can only attribute the reason to—— My Can-Can is really super invincible cute, even the ascetic Julian likes him… Lisa continued in a deep voice: “Regardless of whether you knew each other before, if you can get this role, having a good relationship with him in the crew won’t hurt you.” I nodded, just about to watch her leave, but saw her stop at the door, cleared her throat and seemingly unintentionally said: “Where’s your cat? Why didn’t I see it?” I blinked and said truthfully: “Just got tired playing with me, sleeping.” Lisa twitched her lips, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in her eyes. I held back my laughter, reaching out as if to stay: “Need me to wake him up?” Lisa decisively pushed the door out, her always indifferent voice carried a trace of unnaturalness: “No need, I didn’t say I wanted to see it.” With the “bang” of the door closing, my eyes carried playfulness. Tsk. Just say it if you want to see my Can-Can. 3 In the past two years, I have acted in many dramas. Although they were all insignificant small supporting roles, my acting skills have indeed been tempered. The audition went smoothly, and I successfully got the role of the third female lead. I was very happy. This means I can make money to buy cans for my little Can-Can again. A few days later, I entered the crew of “Winds of L.A.”, entrusting Can-Can to my best friend Bella’s care. As Lisa said, although I am only the third female lead, I have quite a few scenes, especially in the early stage, I have a lot of rival scenes with the male lead, bouncing around until the middle and late stages before going offline. And this drama, strictly speaking, is actually a big male lead drama with a detective theme in a modern noir background. The female lead is a tool person assisting in solving cases throughout, with almost no romantic scenes. But even so, once the drama was warmed up, countless fans still took the lead in shipping Julian and Emma Zhao as a couple. Emma, naturally, is the female lead of this drama. Current top traffic flower, beautiful and good acting, standing with Julian can be said to be a talented man and a beautiful woman. It’s a pity… I looked at Emma who returned disappointed not far away and raised my eyebrows. It’s a pity that fans will be disappointed. Julian really doesn’t understand romance, even a goddess like Emma who evokes pity is shut out. And Julian over there, just finished the conversation with Emma, lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the script in his hand. From my angle, the side profile is exquisite, the brow bone is superior. He was still wearing that dark cyan suit costume, thin and straight, with a calm temperament, really like a cold and jade-like noble son. Phone vibrated, best friend Bella sent a message. “Is Julian really handsome in person? Does he look worse in real life?” Naturally he is handsome. I was an extra in the same crew as him before. Looking from afar at that time, I felt he was extremely good-looking. Acting with him at close range yesterday gave me a more intuitive understanding of his beauty. What’s more… I looked at Julian’s quiet side profile not far away again. Then added a sentence after replying to Bella “Top-tier beauty, worthy of the reputation”. “He has a small black mole next to his Adam’s apple, very sexy.” I recalled for a moment, silently added. “Want to lick.” 4 One week after joining the group, I took time to video call Bella during the break on set. Haven’t seen for a week, missed Can-Can. And on the screen, it was Can-Can waving his tail and posing. I watched with burning desire, wishing I could rush into the screen and execute Can-Can on the spot. Cat-crazed me spoke without thinking: “Damn it!” “Vixen, wait till I come back and play you to death!” As soon as my voice fell, the surroundings seemed to be silent for a moment. Immediately after, there were whispering discussions. “Did you hear that? So Susan has a boyfriend…” “Tsk, can’t tell the young couple plays quite wild…” I froze, raised my eyes with hindsight, and met a pair of cold and indifferent eyes. It was Julian. He pursed his lips, still looking indifferent, but I seemed to see a trace of imperceptible shock in his eyes. Me: … I reacted for a moment, quickly showed him the phone screen, explaining: “Don’t misunderstand, I was video calling my cat just now.” I thought for a moment, then deliberately raised my volume and said seriously to the screen: “Can-Can, come! Meow a couple of nice ones for everyone.” Can-Can is indeed my good son, very obediently shook his tail and “ao” twice at the screen. And in order to let everyone hear clearly, I specially turned up the volume. “Meow~~” The meow was tender and long, soul-destroying. My heart burned listening to it, restrainedly pinched my fist. Damn, sooner or later die on Can-Can. At this time, there were surprised discussions from others. “Holy crap, clip sound (cutesy voice) cat!” “Why does this cat meow so erotically? Isn’t this an edge-ball (suggestive) cat? Meowing my soul away.” “Sure enough not a serious cat, no wonder Susan…” “They say cats resemble owners, I suspect Susan usually has…” Me: ? Hearing them speaking more and more excessively, I pulled my lips in a sneer, threatening the few people: “Watch your mouth! Be careful my Brother Baozi (Treasure) calls his cat brothers to throw cat poop at your window tonight.” The few people silenced decisively. And Julian at this time also looked at the few people, his handsome face slightly dark, expression cold. “Director Wang complained to me that the crew’s expenses are high. If you are really free, I think we can appropriately reduce manpower.” The few people scattered dejectedly. I naturally could see Julian was speaking for me, remembering Lisa’s instructions, I said to him with a solemn face: “Teacher Fox don’t be afraid! I, Can-Can-kun, serious dead dead di (very serious)!” I leaned close to him, serious: “Can-Can-kun, big big good cat, won’t throw poop randomly, you, don’t believe, I scare them.” Julian: … He lowered his eyes to meet mine, and after two seconds, actually bent his lips and laughed. He was born handsome and elegant, usually never seen smiling. At this time, lowering his eyes and smiling slightly, truly amazed people to the extreme. Damn it! The desire accumulated on Can-Can for a long time without venting poured out at this moment. Ultimately couldn’t hold back, I clutched my chest and blurted out dirty words to Julian: “Here, thump thump di!” … Afterwards, chatting with Bella. “And then? What did Julian say to you?” I recalled, replied to Bella: “Didn’t speak, couldn’t take teasing, ears turned red.” I looked up at Julian who was quietly reading the script with lowered eyes not far away. Perhaps my gaze was too burning, he seemed to sense it, raised his eyes to meet mine. Our gazes entangled. Half a minute later, he lost the battle, moved his gaze away first. I hooked my lips, slowly revealing a victorious smile, then messaged Bella: “He seems to get shy easily.” I immediately sent a lecherous meme: “Want to bully.”

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After a huge fight with my wealthy parents, they cut off my allowance. In a fit of anger, I hooked up with the executive CEO of my dad’s rival company. He was the famous “Crown Prince” of the city’s elite circle. He doted on me and was generous with his money, but the one thing he refused to give me was a title. When friends asked, he would shake his head casually— “Marriage still requires matching family backgrounds. “Chloe’s background is too poor; I won’t marry her. “But keeping her around as a canary isn’t bad.” I sneered coldly in my heart. My dad could no longer stand my stubborn temper. Not only did he soften up and want to give me the family inheritance, but he was also preparing to introduce me to a marriage partner. 1 In the third year of being with Julian King, I started to like him a little. On our anniversary, I specifically took leave from school. I bought a limited-edition watch as a gift and secretly ran to the private room of the bar he frequented, wanting to create a surprise. The moment my hand touched the door. I heard the sound of him and his friends laughing inside. Someone mentioned me. “Young Master King. “You haven’t really fallen for that poor student, have you? “You even rented the venue for an art exhibition for her. Downtown, that’s not cheap!” … My heart seemed to lift gradually. An art exhibition? For an art student without financial support and connections, even if they have enough works on hand. It is still very difficult to hold an art exhibition relying solely on one’s own strength. I had mentioned this to him before… I didn’t expect him to actually remember. I clenched my palms. Just as I wanted to rush in and give him a big hug— The next moment. I suddenly heard Julian’s cool voice. “Heh, like? “It’s just a few hundred thousand dollars, just to tease this kind of girl who hasn’t seen the world.” The surroundings immediately burst into laughter. His friends even applauded. “…To handle these beautiful girls without money or power, this method still works best. “And here I thought you wanted to marry her.” Julian picked up his wine glass. His voice turned cold. “Marry her? “Marriage still requires matching family backgrounds. “Chloe’s background is too poor, but keeping her around as a canary, I’m willing to support her forever.” 2 I looked down at the gift in my hand. The watch cost over thirty thousand dollars, not as valuable as the models Julian collected. But it was bought with my scholarship money. Now it seems really ridiculous. The gentleness and doting I originally thought existed. Were just disguises hidden under his prejudice and arrogance— Actually. From beginning to end, he looked down on me with this identity. Thinking of this. The feelings that had just warmed up finally cooled down bit by bit due to disappointment and anger. I smiled and put the watch in the locker outside the private room. Julian. Then as you wish— We end here. After coming out of the bar, I took a taxi back to school. Before, I lived at Julian’s place most of the time. Now it’s time to pack up and move my things back. Just as I walked downstairs to the dormitory. A phone call came in. It was an unknown number. After picking up— It was actually my dad. “Baby girl. “It’s been two years, are you still angry with Dad? “Isn’t it just wanting to study that painting thing? Dad will organize an art exhibition for you, hire teachers for you… “You, a young lady used to being pampered since childhood, how much suffering must you endure outside?” Hearing my father’s voice suddenly, my tears fell. Regret climbed to the peak. Why was I so stubborn back then? Just because I wanted to study art and not business, I fought with my parents and fell out. In a fit of anger, I ran away from home and blocked all their contact information. And my parents probably figured that with my spoiled temper, I wouldn’t last long outside. Sooner or later, I would have to go home. But who would have thought. They only found me again today. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and stabilized my emotions. I whispered “Mhm”. “I was too willful. “Dad, I won’t throw tantrums anymore. “Can you come pick me up and take me home?” 3 From the villa area to our school, the journey wasn’t short. But my dad rushed here right after hanging up the phone. He made it in just half an hour. Even my mom and the housekeeper, Auntie Liu, came along. My roommates saw the Rolls-Royce parked downstairs, and my dad and mom dressed in luxury brands, their mouths gaping open for a long time. “Chloe Lin, your family is so rich… Are you out here experiencing life?” My mom saw my simple dormitory environment. Her reaction was similar to my roommates. “Chloe, what kind of life are you living? “Why do you have so few cosmetics… can you not even afford these anymore?” Actually. Most of my things were still at Julian’s place. But I opened my mouth. And still didn’t say this matter out loud. Julian’s father and my dad seemed to be enemies in the past. The two grew up together and were originally good brothers. But later, they parted ways fighting for a project. I admit. When I first met Julian, besides truly being in financial difficulty. I also approached him deliberately with the idea of spiting my parents. Pretending to be an innocent little white flower who knew nothing of the world. Seducing him to agree to let me stay by his side. It’s just that I originally thought two years… We should have had some feelings, and I wanted to reveal my identity today. But he gave me a blow to the head. Using practical actions to tell me. My fantasies about him. Were just an illusory dream. 4 As I was thinking this. My father had already stuffed my few belongings into the trunk of the car. He turned around and patted my head. Seeming hesitant to speak. “Chloe, you want to study painting, right? We won’t interfere…” “It doesn’t matter.” I raised my head. Interrupting my father: “I will join the company.” Actually, the moment I received the call just now, I had already decided. My parents only have me as their child. There must be a successor in the future career. Our family’s business is spread all over the country and is a leader in the industry. Should such an industry be handed over to an outsider? My father also considered this point and forced me to study business. It’s just that I was too naive at the time, thinking hobbies and ideals were more important than anything else. Thinking about it now. I like painting. I can totally persist in other times; it doesn’t conflict with taking over the family business. I smiled and took my father’s arm. “Dad, I have fully realized the mistakes in my previous thinking. “It’s just that I know nothing about the company’s business now… “I might have to learn from scratch.” Although I don’t understand business, I know. If you really want to take over an enterprise, whether it is theoretical experience or practical experience, it must be rich enough. A mature teacher or senior is even more necessary. My dad glanced at me, stunned at first. Then laughed. “I’m too busy during this time, maybe I can’t mentor you personally. “But it doesn’t matter. “I’ll find you a teacher to teach you the basics first.” He paused, seeming to think of something. Added a sentence. “Don’t worry, you two will definitely get along well.”

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