Author: Momo Chan

According to the plot, I should deliberately fall while going upstairs with my sister, then falsely accuse her of pushing me. Sure enough, as I followed Chloe upstairs, my body fell uncontrollably, rolling down the stairs. My parents and brother looked at me expectantly, waiting to see if I would say the words from my sister’s inner thoughts. But I just calmly got up. “Sorry, didn’t eat enough this morning, just a bit of low blood sugar.” 1 I transmigrated into a novel as the fake heiress of the Thorne Group, Harper Thorne. Because I have the rare Rh-null blood type (Golden Blood), I stayed in the Thorne family as a mobile blood bank for my brother, Archer Thorne. Soon, the protagonist of this world, the real heiress of the Thorne family, Chloe Thorne, was found and brought back. Except for me, the vicious female antagonist, the whole family can hear Chloe’s inner thoughts. According to the plot, I would repeatedly falsely accuse her of bullying me in front of our parents, trying to make them and our brother hate the protagonist. But the protagonist, with the god’s eye view set by the plot, would anticipate my actions and words time and again, making the Thorne family completely lose trust in me. On the first day Chloe returned, my parents asked me to take her to see the room prepared upstairs. I recalled the plot. At this moment, the whole family should have heard Chloe’s inner thoughts. And they were waiting to see if things would develop as Chloe said. I wanted to go against the plot, but my body suddenly fell down the stairs uncontrollably. The moment I rolled down the stairs to the floor, I saw disappointment clearly in the eyes of my parents and brother. They were all waiting for me to speak; no one came to help me up. I could only hold my waist and stand up myself, saying awkwardly: “Sorry, didn’t eat enough this morning, just a bit of low blood sugar.” Chloe asked me in surprise: “Are you trying to say I pushed you, but you don’t know why, and asking Mom and Dad not to be angry?” My parents and Archer also looked at me with scrutiny. I just leaned weakly against the wall and retorted: “Do you have a persecution complex? I said I have low blood sugar.” Then I looked at my brother Archer pitifully: “Sorry, brother, I will take care of my body as soon as possible and won’t let any accidents happen to you.” Hearing this, Archer and my parents came over to help me up distressedly. Eighteen years ago, their daughter Chloe was quietly taken into the mountains by bad people. The old couple was heartbroken. To alleviate their grief, they adopted me, who also had the rare blood type, from the orphanage. For eighteen years, they cultivated and loved me like their own daughter. But at the same time, this cultivation and love had a purpose. Firstly, I could serve the Thorne Group. Secondly, I could act as Archer’s mobile blood bank. Archer likes racing and is a professional racer. Every time he was seriously injured and needed blood, it was naturally provided by me. That’s why the Thorne couple cared for me so much, and Archer treated me like a biological sister. 2 Mother Thorne gently pulled me: “Harper, your health is indeed not good. From now on, you can have the big room on the first floor.” In the original plot, Chloe had just been found, and the family hadn’t had time to tidy up a room. The original owner, to show her magnanimity and sensibleness in front of the family, offered to give her room to Chloe. The original owner herself moved into the utility room to play the victim, wanting to arouse their sympathy. But unexpectedly, Mother Thorne offered the largest room on the first floor, which was also the study for the old couple, to me. Chloe started complaining in her heart: “She will definitely refuse, saying she is an outsider anyway, and insist on living in the utility room to act pitiful.” Hearing Chloe’s inner thoughts, the expressions of my parents and brother were a bit awkward. They looked at my reaction again in unison. I reached out and hugged Mother Thorne, acting coquettishly happily: “Mom, you are the best. Harper likes Mom the most. Then I’ll live in this room downstairs. Not only is it convenient to get in and out, but I can also be closer to brother.” The Thorne couple and Archer’s rooms were all on the first floor. Now I moved to the first floor too, leaving Chloe alone in the room upstairs. Seeing that I didn’t follow the script’s lines, she seemed a bit strange. She grabbed my arm and pressed: “Didn’t you want to refuse and insist on living in the utility room? Why did you suddenly change your mind?” She completely couldn’t understand why I didn’t speak according to the lines in the script. I also discovered this. Only when triggering key plot points would my behavior be uncontrollably following the plot development. But verbal expression, what I said, was completely controlled by myself. “Which ear heard me say I want to live in the utility room? Why would I live in a utility room when there’s a perfectly good room available?” Everyone looked at Chloe strangely too. Unable to bear the pressure, Chloe angrily pushed me down: “No, you are not a Thorne at all. Why do you occupy my identity for more than ten years? Why do you get the biggest room when I come back? You are deliberately humiliating me. Why bring me back?” She sprayed indiscriminately at the Thorne couple and Archer, venting the grievances she suffered over the years. But what did her getting lost have to do with me? I was adopted from the orphanage by the Thorne family later. Archer helped me up from the ground distressedly and shouted at Chloe: “Don’t push your luck. Losing your temper and pushing people at the drop of a hat, where is the upbringing of a girl? In my opinion, you must have pushed Harper just now too.” Chloe grew up in the mountains. Hearing Archer scold her, she unceremoniously sprayed back with profanities. The Thorne couple got a headache listening, especially the head of the family, Arthur Thorne. “Alright, enough!” “It’s most important for Harper to recover. She lives on the first floor. All the rooms on the entire second floor belong to you. You can renovate them however you want. Is this fair?” Archer snorted coldly, and Mother Thorne wiped her tears. Hearing that the whole second floor belonged to her, an area several times larger than mine, Chloe was immediately speechless. Soon the house was going to be renovated again. My room just needed to be arranged simply as before. But Chloe’s second floor was simply a huge project. Not only a separate walk-in closet but also a study, computer room, and separate bathroom. The noisy sound of renovation disturbed everyone’s peace. Except for Archer arguing with her, no one said anything about her. It took half a month of tossing and turning to stop. 3 With the room settled, her wardrobe was still empty, so Mother Thorne gave her a card as pocket money for a year. “Chloe, I used to give Harper and Archer 1 million a year as pocket money. We owed you for the past 18 years, so making up for the past, there is a total of 20 million in this card. You can spend it however you want.” Chloe rejected the card and said coldly: “Lost family affection cannot be made up with money. I don’t want your money.” Archer, looking at his phone aside, snorted coldly: “What fake nobility are you pretending? If she doesn’t want it, give it to Harper.” Stimulated, Chloe started complaining internally: “Give it to her, give it all to her. Do you think this Harper Thorne is a good person? She will soon tamper with Archer’s race. When the car crashes and Archer’s life hangs by a thread, she will use the bitter trick of donating blood to win the complete trust of the Thorne couple.” “When you give all the property of the Thorne Group to Harper Thorne, she will completely dump you. By then, you will all be begging on the streets.” Hearing her say this, Archer hesitated with the card he was handing to me. The Thorne couple also looked at me with some wariness. I calmly took out the card my parents gave me before and handed it to Chloe: “You said I occupied your position for more than ten years. You don’t want what Mom and Dad make up for you. Then do you want my card if I give it to you?” Chloe glared at me and unceremoniously snatched the card from my hand: “It was mine originally. You should return it to me.” Seeing me do this, my parents’ wariness dropped a lot. Archer realized he almost believed her words. Guiltily taking out his card: “Harper, don’t lower yourself to her level. Use my card if you need money. Let’s use it together.” I accepted his kindness with a smile. I really don’t know why the original owner wanted to harm this brother who was partial to her. Isn’t it good to live a happy life as a slacker? Why create trouble! 4 Then Mother Thorne took me and Chloe to the mall. According to the plot, I would initially enthusiastically pick out various luxurious clothes and jewelry for Chloe. But when leaving the mall, I would deliberately hide things in Chloe’s bag to make her lose face. Triggering the key plot, I could only let my body uncontrollably slip an exquisite and expensive watch into Chloe’s bag quietly. I wanted to take it to the counter to pay, but couldn’t move an inch. Seeing my strange appearance, Chloe started complaining internally: “Harper Thorne just looks down on me growing up in the mountains, deliberately hiding unpaid items in my bag, and also slandering me for having no upbringing.” Mother Thorne saw my unusual expression and also became suspicious. Chloe walked closer and grabbed her bag: “Let’s go!” She pulled me and Mother Thorne towards the store exit. Sure enough, the alarm at the door rang. Mother Thorne looked at me in disbelief instantly. The store’s sales clerk also stopped us: “Sorry, please stay. Are there other unpaid items in your bags?” Cold sweat ran down my back, heart pounding. Chloe looked at me smugly and said: “I don’t know. How about checking our bags?” The staff first rummaged in her bag and indeed found a precious watch in the interlayer, with the price tag still on it. Mother Thorne’s eyes couldn’t hide the shock. Her hand pointed tremblingly at the watch: “This watch isn’t…” But the sales clerk interrupted her coldly first: “Sorry, this watch is not from our store. I’ll put it back for you. Please open both your bags for us to check, okay?” The sales clerk put away Chloe’s bag and handed it back to her. Her eyes widened like copper bells. Wasn’t this a stolen watch? Why give it back to her? Until checking my bag, a diamond brooch was found. Turns out the thief was me. The sales clerk couldn’t believe it and said seriously: “Miss, your behavior is suspected of theft. We can call the police.” I lowered my head in shame. Mother Thorne stepped forward to bail me out: “Sorry, this child hasn’t been in good spirits these two days. Must have forgotten to pay. Our family can afford any jewelry, not to the point of stealing.” Mother Thorne and I often came to this store to buy things and knew the sales clerks here. They also didn’t believe such a wealthy family like the Thornes would steal. The sales clerk also said sensibly: “Must be Miss Harper was distracted and forgot, so put it in the bag. I’ll go issue the invoice for you, wait two minutes.” Just as this matter was about to end, Chloe stopped the sales clerk from leaving. She pointed at me and shouted loudly: “She stole it on purpose. Originally wanted to put it in my bag to frame me. Don’t know why she hid it in her own bag again. Don’t be fooled, okay?” The sales clerk looked at our parent, Mother Thorne, looking a bit awkward. Mother Thorne also speechlessly pulled her: “Stop making a scene, Chloe.” But Chloe refused to give up. She took out the watch with the tag still on from her bag: “If you don’t believe, look. She must have stolen this watch from another store and put it in my bag.” When she said this, the people around looked at me unkindly. Chloe took the opportunity to grab my hand: “Are you going to slander me that I stole it? Say it! Can you stop pretending?” Hearing people around whispering: didn’t expect two dignified rich young ladies to steal while shopping. The reputation of both daughters was damaged. Mother Thorne scolded sternly: “Enough, Chloe.”

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After graduating from college, I dedicated myself to entrepreneurship. Yet, my best friend, Mike Chen, always seemed to make ten times more money than I did with ease. I made a thousand; he made ten thousand. I made a hundred thousand; he made a million. After working day and night for a whole year, I finally saved up a hundred thousand dollars, but he would turn around and show off a million-dollar balance on Instagram. My wife cursed me for this, despising me as a useless loser. I worked so hard that I slept no more than four hours a day, while Mike could make money just by lying at home. In the end, I died in a car accident due to exhaustion, my death was gruesome. On the day of my funeral, my parents fainted from crying, but my wife, who had always scolded me for being useless, turned around and ran into Mike’s arms. She said happily: “Mike, your system is so good, it really can make so much money easily!” Only then did I understand that all the problems lay with this system. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the car accident. 1 “Arthur Jiang, can you be a bit more promising? Look at Mike, he makes money just sitting at home!” “How can someone like you afford to support me? Go to work now!” The angry scolding in my ears brought me back to my senses. Looking at Chloe Lin’s angry face, I realized with a start that I had been reborn to the time before the car accident. Seeing me dazed, she became even angrier and actually pinched my arm directly. Her sharp manicured nails dug fiercely into my flesh, making me gasp in pain. “What are you dazing for? If you don’t go to work and make money, I’ll divorce you!” Seeing Chloe about to pinch me again, I shook off her hand. She fell to the ground, shocked and furious: “You, you dare to hit me!” “Arthur Jiang, I want a divorce!” If it were before, hearing the word divorce would make me tremble all over and immediately coax her. As long as she used divorce as a threat, I would be willing to do anything, more obedient than a lapdog! But now, my expression was cold and solemn, and I even had the mood to smile: “Fine, let’s divorce then.” The woman who usually bossed me around suddenly lost her arrogance. She pulled my hand and acted coquettishly: “I was just joking with you, why did you take it seriously?” “I just want you to work hard like Mike and give me a better life.” Chloe had exquisite features, and when she acted coquettishly, men had no power to resist. A soft sentence could make one want to pluck the stars from the sky for her. Among these people, I would definitely not be included now. I slowly pulled her hand away and replied coldly: “I’m going to sleep in the room now, don’t disturb me.” Seeing this, she obviously became more anxious, even dragging me to prevent me from leaving: “Don’t you have a very important client to meet this afternoon? What will happen to him if you don’t go?” In my previous life, I had an accident on the way to meet a client. Because of a month of high-intensity non-stop work, my spirit had reached its most exhausted point. But Chloe didn’t want me to rest. If I rested, I would be scolded by her. It wasn’t until I died that I knew the truth. It turned out that Mike had bonded with a so-called system. As long as I worked hard to make money, he could easily make ten times more money than me. What’s more disgusting is that my health deteriorated because of work, but he could borrow my life to become long-lived and healthy. I worked like a horse for ten years, but in the end, my white-haired parents had to send off their black-haired son, grief-stricken. Mike, however, relied on the system to thrive, building his success on my bones. Since this is the case, why should I work hard? Isn’t Mike capable of making money? I want to see how much money he can make without me! “Of course I’m not going.” “If you want to make money so much, go yourself.” Chloe’s eyes widened, not expecting my temperament to change so drastically. Seeing her hesitate to speak, I directly closed the door and locked it, isolating that disgusting face. I slept until the next afternoon. 2 The house was empty. I transferred all the hundred thousand dollars I got from this cooperation to my parents’ card. After everything was done, I returned to the company. As a result, as soon as I arrived at the company, Mike and Chloe rushed over. The first thing they did when they saw me was to question me fiercely: “What did you do this afternoon? Why is there a hundred thousand dollars missing from the joint account!” “Hurry up and transfer the money back, half of that money is mine.” Seeing my face look bad, Mike quickly came over to smooth things over: “Chloe is just anxious. You didn’t tell her when transferring money, it’s inevitable for her to overthink.” “It wouldn’t be good if it hurts the relationship between husband and wife.” Listening to his high-sounding words, I sneered: “Is it your place to speak when I argue with my wife?” Mike was stunned, and his face immediately became ugly. Seeing this, Chloe felt distressed immediately, raised her hand high to slap me. “Arthur Jiang, how can you talk like that! Mike is doing this for our own good, how can you not give me even this bit of face?” I turned sideways to dodge her slap, and with a casual push, Chloe fell into Mike’s arms. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her voice trembling: “You! You can’t make money and dare to treat me like this, Mike is better than you…” I didn’t need to listen to know what she was going to say. Starting from the first year we dated, she had always compared me with Mike. In front of others, she often embarrassed me. Over the years, I was tamed by her to become gradually inferior and cowardly, completely manipulated by her. Therefore, I often felt guilty towards her, thinking I hadn’t given her a better life. Looking back now, all this is bullshit! I glanced at her indifferently: “Since he is so good, then marry him.” “I see Mike likes you quite a bit too, why don’t you two get together and spare me from harm.” Hearing this, Chloe struggled out of Mike’s arms, her tone sharp: “How can you think of me like this? Mike is my benefactor, we just have a pure friendship between a man and a woman.” 3 “Only people with dirty minds like you see everything as dirty.” I didn’t time to banter with her, so I just perfunctorily said: “Think whatever you want, don’t hinder my work.” Chloe had always been arrogant and naturally couldn’t stand this anger. Seeing her turn her head to leave with Mike, I didn’t care at all. But Mike pushed her hand away and turned back to smooth things over for me; “Brother Arthur, don’t be angry, we are really innocent.” “Sister-in-law just can’t think it through for a moment, I’ll persuade her for you, but you should transfer this hundred thousand back quickly. A woman’s heart is like a needle in the sea, don’t hurt the harmony because of this.” I looked up at him and handed him a car key: “Mn, go accompany her to relax, return the car to me when you have time.” He took the key, even more satisfied in his heart, and directly pulled Chloe away. Looking at their backs, the questions in my heart grew. Logically speaking, Mike already had a million, why would he value the hundred thousand in my hand so much? Even not hesitating to make a scene in front of me, emphasizing repeatedly to transfer that hundred thousand back. Is it really that important to him? I leaned back in the chair and opened the dash cam player in the phone app. This is a new car I bought, very cherished, so I thought of buying a better dash cam to avoid unclear disputes in case of an accident. Therefore, the dash cam footage is 4K HD and can record all sounds inside the car. I subconsciously held my breath and leaned closer to listen. “Why didn’t you let him go discuss the contract? Do you know how long I planned for this setup! Only if Arthur Jiang dies can we completely possess this money, do you understand?” Chloe’s voice sounded extremely aggrieved: “Why are you in a hurry? Arthur Jiang refused to go himself, could I force him? Besides, isn’t it good to let him live a few more days and earn more money for us.” Mike sighed faintly, his tone even more resentful for her not meeting expectations: “Greed leads to mistakes. The system has pros and cons. If Arthur Jiang transfers money out, I will be punished ten times.” Hearing this, my heart shook. That is to say, Mike lost a whole million! No wonder, I only transferred out a hundred thousand, but it made them so unsettled. Immediately after, my attention was attracted by the next sentence. “So, we must solve this future trouble quickly, understand? The rest depends on you.” Chloe responded coquettishly. “Alright, when have I not done what I promised you? Give me some time, I’ll make sure he doesn’t return tonight!” Mike then smiled lewdly: “Baby, Arthur Jiang hasn’t come home yet, how about we do it here…” Before he finished speaking, the seat was heavily reclined, followed by waves of wet sounds. I directly saved the video of the two’s illicit affair, a surge of hatred rising in my heart. This bitch Chloe Lin, wasted my years of indulgence and care for her. I could indulge her so much because she was the white moonlight I liked since high school. She had exquisite features and excellent grades, a goddess in the hearts of countless people. I valued her too much, worrying about gains and losses in love for her, so I held her in the palm of my hand and loved her for more than ten years. Yielding to her had long become a habit, fearing she would get tired of me and leave me. If I earned a dollar, I wished I could break it into two for her to spend. Even so, she still felt it wasn’t enough and never gave me a good face. Even when my bones were not yet cold, she ran into Mike’s arms. I will always remember them kissing beside the tombstone as if no one was around: “Hubby, I was with him for more than ten years for you, you have to compensate me well.” 4 “Baby, aren’t you afraid of being seen by Arthur Jiang’s soul? Careful he won’t rest in peace.” Chloe laughed coquettishly, tone helpless: “Why should I be afraid of him? Alive, he was just my clinging dog. Dead, he’s just dead.” “In the next life, if I crook my finger, he’ll still crawl over to be my simp.” Recalling her certain tone then, my heart aches. The questions of two lifetimes finally got an explanation. Mike wanted to kill me, and she personally handed him the knife. Can I still expect any true feelings from such a person? I hated them to the extreme, but at this moment I couldn’t expose myself. Divorcing Chloe, she would inevitably take half of my money. I must plan for myself. What’s more, I also want to know what exactly their conspiracy is. That night, Chloe didn’t come home. It wasn’t until early morning that she called me: “Hubby, we’re having a class reunion at Old Friends Bar tonight, do you want to come?” “Everyone says they miss you.” Listening to the noisy bar sounds on the other end of the phone, I pretended to be worried and said: “Then I’ll come now, pick you up by the way.” Places like bars are full of mixed people. Maybe this is the trap she set for me. But I just wanted to see what medicine she was selling in her gourd, so I contacted another important person before driving. Just pushed open the door of the private room, Chloe leaned into my arms bonelessly. I endured the nausea and didn’t push her away directly. She then blinked her watery eyes and said aggrievedly: “Hubby, it was my fault during the day, can you not blame me anymore?” “The person I love most is only you.” In front of so many classmates, I didn’t want to say much either. Mike smiled on the side: “Everyone toast to Arthur Jiang quickly. He is a big boss now. One word from him can arrange jobs for you.” The remaining few people suddenly became eager and came to toast me one after another. I drank a few glasses. After feeling a bit tipsy, I directly refused the rest of the wine. Resultingly, I felt my body becoming abnormally weak, and my mouth was a bit numb. Realizing something was wrong, I prepared to leave.

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I came from a poor background, but was vigorously pursued by the scion of a wealthy Shanghai family. After we got together, I found out that he had been live-streaming his pursuit of me online for fun. Next, he planned to live-stream our “home run” to his rich second-generation friends. Instead of getting angry, I actively agreed to spend the night with him. That night, standing in front of the hidden camera, I pretended to be drunk and said to him: “I have an even prettier side, do you want to see it?” “Julian.” Julian wasn’t him. It was his best buddy. 1 A week after I started dating Sean Song, a friend suddenly sent me a post. “Yvonne, why does this feel like it’s talking about you…” The post was titled “The Aloof Campus Belle, Nothing Special.” The blogger was a guy who made a bet with his bros on how long it would take to catch the campus belle. He live-streamed the entire pursuit process. Day 1, he said: “Honestly, I have zero interest in this kind of woman. Aloof just means not slutty enough. If it weren’t for winning the bet, I wouldn’t bother with her.” Day 10, he said: “She messaged me first, haha, what aloof campus belle, nothing special.” Day 30, he said: “Confession successful, easy win! Seeing her moved look, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter.” The attached picture was a pair of holding hands. I was too familiar with this hand. Even the mole on the joint was exactly the same as mine. I was sure this was posted by Sean. At the end of the post, some netizens jeered: “Catching her is nothing, show us the home run if you have the guts.” Sean replied confidently: “Just wait.” 2 Sean was a famous rich second generation in our school. Relying on his money, he had endless girlfriends. But I had no interaction with him. A month ago, he suddenly pursued me with great fanfare. Everyone said Young Master Song was serious this time. I was also deceived by his pretense of deep affection. Among them, my roommate Linda Lin contributed greatly. Like now— Linda returned to the dorm. Seeing me, she immediately showed an ambiguous smile: “Yvonne, Sean asked you out tomorrow, why didn’t you agree?” “Busy.” “Oh, what could be more important than your boyfriend?” She leaned close to me, saying attentively, “Sean likes you so much, you should be more enthusiastic, otherwise I’ll feel sorry for him.” “Feel sorry? Then you date him.” Linda was choked by my words. Don’t think I don’t know, she and Sean are in cahoots. In the post just now, I saw Linda’s ID. Stream Winding Forest: [Pursuing so seriously, I’m going to be jealous~] Sean: [Just chasing for fun, if I date you, what’s left for her?] Stream Winding Forest: [Haha, we’re all bros, what are you saying.] Sean: [Others are bros, you are the ancestor.] She and Sean interacted frequently; those who didn’t know would think they were flirting. Looking back on this month, Linda brainwashed me quite a bit. I didn’t want to talk to Linda, so I turned and went into the bathroom. The door wasn’t closed tightly. Soon, Linda’s voice complaining came: “Sean, your girlfriend has such a bad temper, who is she showing attitude to!” Sean’s voice rang out quickly: “She made you angry? Don’t worry, when I dump her, I’ll definitely vent for you.” 3 I knew Sean had a small clique. Inside were a group of playful rich second generations. Linda was the only girl among them. Every night, they would play games together. Sean never invited me. But I knew the room number. At night, I pretended to sleep but hid under the covers, entering the room invisibly. Inside was chattering. Someone asked: “Sean, you’ve caught her now, what do you plan to do next?” “Find a time to dump her.” Sean’s lazy voice came. “Yvonne is quite pretty, really willing to dump her?” “Her family is poor as hell, I don’t want to do charity.” “Pretty is enough, your family doesn’t lack money.” “What do you know, matching social status is still very important.” Linda suddenly spoke up. To prevent me from hearing, she hid behind the curtain, her voice very low. “Right, Julian?” She suddenly cued this person, her tone becoming fawning. The room instantly quieted down. Seemed everyone was waiting for this person’s instruction. “Mn, important.” An exceptionally pleasant voice sounded. Like electricity running through my scalp. Linda was happy: “That means, Julian, you won’t look for a girl like Yvonne?” After a moment’s pause. Julian said absent-mindedly: “Probably not.” 4 I had heard the name Julian before. He was different from ordinary rich second generations. His family not only had money but also power. Although the small clique was arrogant and domineering, they were quite respectful to Julian. Except for Sean. The two of them always competed with each other. Julian spoke very little. After a while, he excused himself as sleepy and went offline early. Once he left, Sean let out a dissatisfied “Damn.” “Why didn’t you say so earlier, if not for him, I wouldn’t have pursued Yvonne!” “What do you mean?” “Just because he said Yvonne looks okay, I, the young master, pursued Yvonne out of spite.” So, Julian was the fuse. Everyone in the room laughed: “You still hold a grudge?” “A year ago, the girl you liked only had eyes for Julian, and you remember it till now.” “Taking away my love, can I not remember?” “It wasn’t Julian’s fault.” Sean tsked: “Forget it, since I chased her, might as well sleep with her.” Others jeered: “With Yvonne like that, she’s probably boring in bed.” “I feel Yvonne won’t sleep with you.” “Questioning my charm?” Sean smiled contemptuously, “She loves me to death now! Just wait, the day of the home run, I’ll live-stream it for you!” After hearing this sentence, I exited the room. Interesting. I hooked the corner of my lips and sent a message to Sean. “Honey, I changed my mind. “Tomorrow, I want to go out with you.”

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I received a confession for my boyfriend on the university’s “confession wall” page that I run. At first, I was happily thinking he was quite a catch, but the next day the girl commented, “Thanks Wall, we’re together now.” I looked at my boyfriend beside me and fell into deep thought. 1 I manage our university’s confession wall account because I find it interesting to watch others confess their love. I didn’t tell anyone that I was the one behind this account because I was worried it would lose its sense of mystery, and also worried about missing out on gossip about my friends. But I never expected that one day I would receive a confession from another girl for my boyfriend. That confession was very simple, roughly saying: “Senior Liam from X College, I like you very much, and I’ve liked you for a long time.” And attached a photo of his back. I would recognize that back even if it were burned to ashes; it was definitely my boyfriend. I originally felt smug, thinking that I had good taste and that the man I chose was actually a hot commodity. Then I didn’t take it seriously and forgot about it. Who would have thought that the next day, this girl would message me privately again. “Thank you, Wall, we are together now. Just came to give feedback, no need to post it.” ??? I looked at my boyfriend who was eating with me and fell into deep contemplation. “Liam, how have you been lately?” He looked up at me slightly blankly, “Huh? Aren’t I with you every day?” Yes, that’s why I’m even more confused. The reason I didn’t take that confession seriously was that in my heart, Liam was absolutely the kind of person who would not cheat. He would report his whereabouts at any time, be on call, and his phone had no password for me to check at any time. We have been together for almost six years, from high school to junior year of college, and even agreed to get married after graduation. I absolutely wouldn’t believe such a person would cheat. So I decided to give him a little trust first and start with that girl to see if she mistook someone or if it was just a misunderstanding. So I created a fake account to add that girl, with the note “Friend of Liam.” Unexpectedly, she accepted very quickly, but the girl seemed very vigilant and just sent a question mark. “It’s okay, Old Liam asked me to add you, he can’t talk right now.” The girl still didn’t say anything, just sent an “Oh.” But it was this “Oh” that made me suspicious. Normally, hearing such strange words, one would at least ask a question. But she didn’t question it, just replied “Oh.” I don’t know what happened, maybe it was a girl’s intuition. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of two things from a long, long time ago. About a year and a half ago, the photography club Liam belonged to seemed to have a girl as a model. I remember after the photos came out, I even praised, “Cute little girl.” A year ago, Liam suddenly hung a little duck on his backpack. Because it was cute, I noticed it. “Liam, I remember you didn’t like small dolls before.” He just pinched it, “I saw it that day and thought it was quite cute, so I hung it. You like it? Then I’ll give it to you?” “If you think it’s cute, just hang it.” Two very simple things suddenly appeared in my mind. I still remember that girl was his direct junior, and we occasionally bumped into her on campus, and she would greet both of us. When I looked carefully at the little girl’s social media, I found it very clean, without any information, also like a fake account. After saying goodbye to Liam, on the way back to the dormitory, I went through their club’s Instagram. I looked through all the posts from one to two years ago and finally found the one where that girl was a model. I found the account of the girl’s classmate through the comments section, and then found the girl’s own account from the like records. I found out that the girl seemed to have a boyfriend??? This boyfriend looked more and more familiar to me. Wasn’t this Liam’s classmate??? I began to suspect if I was overthinking, maybe it wasn’t this girl. But I scrolled through her homepage and found that she had posted a photo of a little duck identical to Liam’s doll?? “Playing so big?!” 2 Once suspicion arises, everything seems suspicious. Liam and I are in different departments, so our schedules are different. We shared our schedules and always chose times when both were free to meet. This day, I picked an unimportant elective class of his and sneaked in. I wore a mask and a hat, sitting early in the corner of the last row of the lecture hall. As class time approached, students came in one by one. I stared almost unblinkingly, but I didn’t see Liam walk into this classroom. At first, I still held onto hope, wondering if he skipped class. Ten minutes into the class, the professor took out the roster and started roll call. Surprisingly, his name was not there! I swear I didn’t miss any name, but there was no Liam Walker. Originally, I just had a curious gossip mentality, and even always felt like an outsider watching this farce. Until this moment, I felt my heart cool inch by inch. This matter is nine out of ten true. Being together for five years, we experienced so many things, thousands of days and nights that I thought were full of love. When I smiled and planned the future with him, he was probably watching coldly and planning how to leave. Thinking about it, I couldn’t help crying. Because I was in class, I couldn’t make a sound, so I could only bury my head and wipe away the tears that welled up bit by bit. “Classmate? Are you okay?” I was startled, looked up and waved my hand, “Sorry, sorry, I’m fine.” He handed over a pack of tissues, “Wipe it.” When thanking him, I seriously looked at the person next to me. It was actually that girl’s boyfriend. He didn’t seem to recognize me as Liam’s girlfriend. He just politely handed me the tissue and turned back to listen to the class. “Um, classmate, I’m also in this class. Can I add you on WeChat? We can form a group and do homework together.” Actually, I wasn’t sure he would agree, after all, he had a girlfriend. Adding a girl on WeChat might feel inappropriate. He indeed hesitated for a moment, showing a thoughtful expression on his face. Just when I thought he would refuse me, he said, “Okay.” The boy looked delicate and fair, seemingly introverted and quiet. What the hell, blind eyes, having such a good-looking boyfriend and insisting on snatching a piece of shit from me. After class, we politely said goodbye and agreed to save seats for each other next time. I browsed the boy’s Moments, set to three days visible, signature and background were blank, not looking like he was in a relationship. Walking into the campus following the flow of students after class, I walked aimlessly, my mind full of bits and pieces of the past with Liam. I began to doubt if those happy moments were fake. If every vow he made was fake. If from the first moment he saw that girl, I was no longer the number one person in his heart. Walking, I couldn’t help crying again, but there were too many people around, so I had to hide in a small path and walk all the way to a corner of the secluded artificial lake. Then I happened to see two people holding hands on a bench, the girl smiling very happily. Just as I was about to leave, I heard Liam’s voice, “Your hands are so soft.” Being some distance away, the girl blocked his face, but I remembered his voice. Talking on the phone every day for five years, how could I not recognize it. Then I stood there dumbfounded, watching the boy reach out and stroke the girl’s head. The two of them were kissing. At that moment, I wanted to rush over and slap each of them. Then loudly question, why can you be so shameless! The fire in my chest almost broke through my reason. But, not enough, not enough! Going over to break the window paper and break up like this would be directly giving up my seat, letting this pair of dogs be together without any psychological burden. Except for a few seconds of physical pain and a few words of insult, they are deeply in love, how can they empathize with half of my pain today. I will never let them off so easily. So an evil thought quietly arose in my heart: you cheated on me, then I’ll cheat on you too. The pain of cutting flesh must be experienced personally to be bloody enough. I will use all means to stay by Liam’s side, letting your relationship remain underground forever. Then get your boyfriend, every one of your boyfriends. Liam Walker, I want your heart to never get a moment of peace from now on. 3 I took photos of them, uploaded them to a private album in my cloud, and then cleared the traces on my phone. After crying heavily, I carefully reviewed the bits and pieces of the past. I couldn’t be sure at all, and dared not be sure, at which moment a third person appeared in our relationship. After crying enough, I returned to the dorm, looking at the person in the mirror, examining carefully. Messy hair, plain and yellowish face, wearing a large unisex hoodie, baseball cap always pressing half the face. Since falling in love, except for special occasions or when in a good mood, I rarely put on makeup. Bought many beautiful dresses, but because I didn’t like washing my hair and felt the style didn’t match, the tags were never removed. I thought we had been together for so long, we knew each other’s looks by heart even with eyes closed, why bother with these fancy tricks. I put down the mirror and moved all the clothes out of the closet. Cleared out a small pile of tattered T-shirts, black, white and gray baggy jackets, unisex knee-length shorts. Folded them one by one into a clean bag and put them into the recycling bin downstairs. After throwing away the clothes, I carried my shower basket to the school bathhouse, thinking of washing away the bad luck and regrouping. Who would have thought I would meet that girl here again. The bathhouse in the north is public. After undressing, everyone meets honestly under dozens of shower heads. The bathhouse was steamy, blurring everyone’s faces. I was opposite her, rubbing foam on my head. Glanced twice, slender and tender girl, flat abdomen, curvy like a flower bud. I looked down at myself; my tummy was quite magnificent. For a second, I was a little discouraged, even mocking myself secretly, does a girl like me deserve to be dumped by a man. She turned around to scrub her back. I looked up and saw a patch of crimson turning purple under the hair on the back of her neck. It was a hickey. These two poor losers, can’t afford a room? My fighting spirit soared again instantly. Why should my worthiness of love be judged by such animals? After washing, I went straight to the hair salon and spent twenty bucks to straighten and volumize my hair. Back in the dorm, I dug out a slim-fitting misty pink long dress, put away my frame glasses, wore small diameter colored contacts, and put on light makeup. My roommates clicked their tongues in wonder, “What big day is it today?” While applying makeup, I messaged Liam, “Liam, miss you, walk with me later.” The message came back quickly, “Okay, I miss you too.” I looked at that message, lost in thought for a long time, eyeliner almost drawn into my scalp along the eyelid. Can a heart really be split into two mutually non-interfering parts to love different people separately? When I went downstairs, he had already arrived, sitting on the steps with his head down playing games. He always waited for me in advance, no matter how long he waited, he wouldn’t be anxious. I couldn’t help wondering, are you like this when waiting for her too? “Liam, sorry, I came down late.” Seeing him, I put on a smile to pull his hand, sticking to his shoulder and looking up at him. Seeing me, he raised his eyebrows, “Why is baby so beautiful today?” In the past, he would hold my hand, but today he put his arm around my waist, buried his head in my hair and shook it, “You smell so good.” Saying this, he leaned in to kiss me. Looking at that mouth, I felt nauseous inside, so I reached out to cover him, pinching my voice and asking coquettishly, “Are you angry that I made you wait?” In the past, I would directly grab his hand and walk forward carelessly, rarely asking him warmly and coquettishly. He was a little puzzled, but enjoyed it very much, “No, how could I be angry with my beautiful baby.” We walked hand in hand, “Do you have a night class later?” “Yes.” “Then I’ll accompany you?” I’m someone who is lazy even attending my own classes, so I never mentioned accompanying him to class, and would even refuse if he proposed. “Anyway, we are in the same school, we can meet anytime, not missing this moment.” I used to say this. He was silent for a while after listening, then said calmly, “Forget it, the night class is small, bringing you along is a bit conspicuous.” Oh, something fishy, but it doesn’t matter. “Okay, then I’ll pick you up after evening self-study.” The hand on my waist tightened secretly, then gently let go, “What’s wrong today? You’re acting a bit strange, baby.” I grinned, climbing up his arm and clinging, “My mom said she wants to buy me a house, asking what size you like, and whether to add your name.” Baby, sister has plenty of money. Even if you don’t care about old feelings, I don’t believe you don’t like money. Sure enough, he stammered, “Ah, is that so, then I’ll see if I have anything to do during evening self-study later, if not I’ll call you over okay?” Tsk tsk tsk, looks like it’s just so-so. “It’s okay, since you are busy, forget it, another day.” 4 I registered a new fake Weibo account, found some fake daily selfies, posted a few daily updates, actively followed that girl, and made my presence known in her comments. After a few times, she noticed me, “Hello, do we know each other?” “Hello senior, I saw the photos you took before one day and thought you look so good, wanted to get to know you.” After all, she is a young girl, direct praise is easiest to make one elated. Because I supported everything and often flattered her, finally one day I added her WeChat. Our netizen relationship was officially established. After I mailed her a small gift once, she officially recognized me and treated me as a good friend. On the other hand, I spared no effort to coax Liam, and gradually discovered some things I hadn’t noticed before. This day I carried a lot of snacks and went directly to the place where their photography club held activities. They often organized activities, portrait exchange, ID photo exchange, PS course teaching. Today was a mutual free activity, anyone who wanted to take photos could come as a model and get three free refined photos. As soon as I pushed the door open, it was a simple studio, men and women talking and laughing. Seeing me, most people inside looked confused, only Liam was stunned with some surprise, then came over slightly guiltily, “Why are you here?” I looked at him and smiled, then bypassed him and walked straight in, “Hello everyone, I am your President Liam’s girlfriend, entrusted by him to comfort everyone, you’ve worked hard.” Several boys reacted first, hurriedly welcomed me, shouting sister-in-law in unison. The girls didn’t know why, but were also happy to have free snacks. Only a few scattered people whispered to each other, looking at me with dodging eyes, reluctantly stood up to give me a smile. Among them was that girl. When I came in, she was wearing a suspender gauze dress laughing and playing with Liam. What was her name again? Bella, yes, Bella Kong. I smiled and walked in, holding the bag, handed a popsicle, “Bella has worked hard as a big model, so beautiful, the club’s recruitment, thanks to our Bella.” The expressions of the two boys next to her were awkward, busy winking at Liam. But Bella didn’t change her expression, picked up her phone to send a message, smiling still very sweet, looking at me frankly, “Thank you senior, what are you saying, it’s all President Liam’s credit, I didn’t do anything.” Liam hurried over to pull me, smiling awkwardly and nodding to everyone, “This is Sarah Xiang, Senior Sarah, these snacks were bought for you by the senior.” Even though it was obvious, he didn’t mention a word that I was his girlfriend. He pulled me to sit aside, half squatting in front of me, “Sarah, wait for me here, there are many people coming for the activity today, I may not be able to attend to you, if you are in a hurry, go back first, I’ll find you for dinner tonight.” I nodded, watching him trot back, re-greeting Bella and others to stand up and start shooting. There were dozens of people in the photography group, a dozen boys, fewer girls, and mostly came as models. But Bella’s photographer was always Liam. He held up the camera, “Bella, look here, light brighter, hey, very good, beautiful smile.” I originally came with the mentality of embarrassing them, fully armed, fully psychologically constructed and prepared, I thought I would be the one showing off. But I felt like I was the one embarrassed. Bella was laughing, carrying her skirt hem, standing under the spotlight, the reflector hitting her face, shining like an angel. Liam bent over, staring at the lens, uncontrollable smile on his face. The look in his eyes at the lens was not only appreciation but also thick affection. He wasn’t looking at the work, he was looking at her. Although there was almost no dialogue or physical contact between them. But I was still so sour that I couldn’t speak, nails digging deep into my palms, painful to numbness. Because the person in front of that lens used to be me. The person looked at by that gaze countless times used to be me, and only me. Because I was loved, I know what he looks like when he loves someone else. I took a deep breath, stood up ready to say hello and leave. At this time, a second person came in, surprisingly Bella’s boyfriend. The two looked at each other, waved hello, and the boy found a corner to sit down, right next to me. I sat down again, looked at him and smiled, “What a coincidence.” He was stunned for a moment, looked at me for a few seconds, then revealed a smile, “It’s you, what a coincidence.”

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I disguised myself as a man and successfully seduced a wealthy heiress from New York’s elite circle. She spread rumors about how “big” I was down there, trying to make her childhood sweetheart jealous. But the sweetheart remained indifferent, so angry that the heiress blurted out that she was pregnant, and the baby was mine. Only then did the sweetheart panic. And I panicked too. 1 “Victory.” I lowered my voice naturally as the wisps of smoke from my fingertips curled before the screen displaying the victory message. “Thank you, Jim. You’re really different from other game companions.” The female voice coming through the headphones was gentle and shy: “You never try to please me deliberately, but instead often mock my terrible gameplay…” “Just stating facts.” I glanced at the billing time, ash falling onto my faded boxer shorts: “Another round?” “Jim, actually, I like you—” She paused in a misleading spot: “Your straightforward and generous personality.” She paused again, “By the way, speaking of generous…” These little flirting tricks were like teaching a fish how to swim in front of me. I simply put the cigarette in my mouth, tucked the phone in my pocket, and got up to boil water for instant noodles. Seeing I didn’t speak, the other side obviously panicked: “Are, are you angry? Those are actually just some internet memes, I was just learning to play with them.” I put out the cigarette butt, cherishing words like gold, “No.” Who told internet male gods to be like this? Handsome profile pic, good skills, and most importantly, few words. High and cold enough to freeze people to death. The more airs you put on, the better the business. But unlike other male game companions, my profile pic wasn’t stolen from the internet. It was my selfie. My gaze jumped over the cramped rental room to the broken mirror pasted on the door. Short black hair, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, ink-black pupil color, straight nose bridge. As a girl from a small town, I was born with a good face. “Jim, I’ve been thinking about something for a long time…” The female voice on the other end took a deep breath, as if making up her mind: “Let’s meet, offline.” I raised my eyebrows slightly, about to refuse, when I heard her continue: “Meet once, I’ll give you $150,000.” “Pretend to be my boyfriend, and I’ll give you another $1.5 million.” 2 A New York night in late March, a paper-drunk gold-迷 night in late March. I stood outside a luxury store on Fifth Avenue, looking at the “young man” reflected in the glass— Black hoodie on top, jeans and sneakers below. This shabby outfit didn’t look like an “internet male god” at all. Fortunately, the face was my core equipment. The high-quality modeling made it so that even if I wore split-crotch pants, no one would notice my crotch was open. Plus good genes, as a girl my net height was already 5’9″ (175cm), adding 2 inches of internal lifts and 1 inch of external lifts. Making up a pleasing 6 feet (183cm) was more than enough. Even so, while I looked steady as a male model on the surface, my heart was pounding. It was easy to fake a male voice online, but in reality… could I really fool them? The other party was a wealthy heiress, knowledgeable and experienced. What if she saw through me at a glance and sued me for fraud? That $150,000, and the promised $1.5 million… Whatever, let’s gamble first. At this moment, I was awkwardly adjusting the eggplant tied to my waist for the third time. “Jim Gu?” A female voice, softer and sweeter than in the headphones, suddenly sounded from behind me. My body stiffened, and my right hand moved away from the eggplant in my crotch as if nothing happened. Then I looked back with feigned coldness. But I saw a woman behind me with long ink-black hair loosely tied up, a few strands of stray hair casually falling by her slender neck. And my gaze quickly swept over her Chanel dress, Hermes belt, Van Cleef & Arpels clover bracelet, and Roger Vivier square buckle heels. My brain went blank, only the “cha-ching” sound of a cash register constantly starting up. Chloe Lu was also stunned, her gaze lingering on me: “You in person… seem a bit different from the photo.” My heart almost stopped. Then a blush appeared on her fair cheeks: “Even more handsome than the photo.” …Miss Heiress, please stop reciting cheesy internet flirting lines, okay? I pursed my lips and lowered my eyes: “Thanks.” “Cough, I booked a table at Speak Low, my friends are waiting there.” Chloe reached out to me, the pearlescent polish on her manicured nails shining under the neon lights, “Go together?” I noticed the stiffness of her movement, hesitated for a moment, and still didn’t hold her hand: “Okay.” Facing my detachment, Chloe relaxed a bit instead, chuckling lightly: “You’re just as aloof as online.” I didn’t speak, just slowed down my pace all the way, silently matching the rhythm of her high heels. So this counts as… passing the test? But this was only the first level. Not long after arriving at the bar, just the way of entering was a trick I had never seen before. Walking inside, the lights were slightly dim, jazz music flowed softly, and the sound of ice cubes colliding was pleasant. “Chloe!” Several fashionably dressed young people sat in the central booth. Seeing Chloe enter, they waved immediately. “Damn, is this the internet boyfriend you talked about?” One of the girls with short hair looked me up and down, her eyes lighting up again and again. “This is too good-looking! Pretty enough to be a girl! Chloe, you good girl hid a ‘golden house beauty’ quite deep!” —Pretty enough to be a girl. That unintentional remark tightened my heart, unconsciously pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to keep my expression calm. Facing her friend’s winking, Chloe became more embarrassed, “Linsey, stop it.” She then turned around and introduced me softly, “Jim, this is Linsey Lin, my good friend, that’s Ryan, Linsey’s brother, that is…” I silently memorized the names, occasionally nodding in greeting. At the same time, I noticed “Ryan” with trendy red hair, who had been staring at me since I entered—with a suspicious gaze. “Heard you’re still in school.” He asked, “Which university?” “Rivertown University.” I made up a school name from my hometown. “Never heard of it.” Ryan said immediately, “Third-tier or community college?” I didn’t answer, nor did I appear angry. Instead, Chloe beside me bit her lip slightly. Linsey slapped her brother, “Alright, Bro! Not everyone has to go to Columbia like you.” Fortunately, the waiter brought a round of drinks, slightly diluting the awkwardness in the atmosphere. Chloe considerately handed me a glass, while she ordered a glass of warm milk herself: “Jim, this is their signature, you can try it.” I took the glass and took a sip. Spicier than beer, not as sweet as iced tea. I really can’t get used to high-end stuff. “So, how did you two meet?” Linsey leaned forward with a bad smile, looking gossipy. “Cough… I ordered Jim’s game companion service.” Chloe smiled, her fingers resting on my wrist, “Found his skills particularly good, and he’s a nice person, so we gradually got familiar.” The slightly cool temperature of her fingertips transmitted through my skin; obviously, she was also nervous about lying. “Game companion?” Ryan sneered, his fingertips pressing against the rim of the glass, making a slight scraping sound, “Chloe, when did you start playing with this kind of stuff?” “Is there a problem?” Chloe’s tone remained gentle, but I heard a trace of uncomfortable tension. Ryan looked away and shrugged: “Nothing, I just feel you’ve changed, ever since last time Julian Shen…” Chloe’s expression froze instantly, like being frozen: “I don’t want to talk about this.” “…Sorry.” Ryan raised both hands, then glanced at me, “I’m just worried you’ll be cheated by a scumbag.” Ice cubes melted slowly in the amber liquid. My gaze moved from the ice in the glass to Ryan’s face. At an angle Chloe couldn’t see, I smiled provocatively at him. Ryan was stunned, then almost flipped the table, “What are you laughing at!?” Linsey got impatient, “Bro, why are you always startled tonight? If you hadn’t sworn you weren’t interested in Chloe, I would have thought you were jealous.” “You didn’t see!” Ryan stood up, pointing his right hand at me, “He’s a green tea boy!” Chloe looked at me subconsciously. And I had already returned to calm, tilting my head slightly, eyes full of innocent confusion, “What?” “Fuck! He’s acting!” Ryan gritted his teeth in anger, “Chloe, you can’t be with this kind of person…” “Enough!” Chloe raised her voice for the first time: “This is my choice, Ryan, I hope you can respect it.” Ryan opened his mouth but was speechless. Finally, he sat back without a word, grabbed his glass, and downed a large gulp. “Oh my, Bro, drink less, your alcohol tolerance isn’t good…” Linsey tutted beside him. At this moment, I felt the eggplant at my waist loosen a bit, and busily adjusted my sitting posture while sipping wine, trying to prevent a disaster. But the eggplant slid down uncontrollably, the cloth strip completely loose. Damn it, knew I shouldn’t have been greedy for small bargains and bought a professional fake one instead. Seeming to notice my small action of frowning, Linsey asked with concern, “Are you okay? Uncomfortable? Newbies might not be used to the alcohol here.” “I’m fine.” I answered briefly, then turned to Chloe, “Where is the restroom?” “I’ll take you.” Chloe wanted to get up. “No need, just point the direction.” I stopped her immediately to prevent her from seeing more awkward arcs in awkward places. “Over there! Turn right out the door, at the end.” Linsey pointed the direction actively. I nodded in thanks, stood up as naturally as possible, one hand pressing inconspicuously on my waist, and headed straight for the restroom. Quick, quick, quick. And another problem came, should I go to the women’s or men’s room? I hesitated for half a second, looking at my appearance in men’s clothing in the mirror, and finally pushed open the door to the men’s room. No one. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cloth strip tying the eggplant completely loose, hurriedly pulled my belt with both hands, rushing towards the stall. However, just as I pushed open the stall door, the main door of the men’s room was pushed open again, making a dull sound. Ryan strode in, wrapped in a slight smell of alcohol, “Hey.” My back paused, but only for a moment, stepping straight into the stall to lock the door. Ryan grabbed my arm from behind: “Hey! I’m talking to you, what are you pretending to be deaf for!?” “What is it?” I stiffened, the other hand clutching my waistband. Ryan sneered, “Chloe’s family is very rich, richer than your impoverished poor imagination can imagine, do you understand?” “…Understood, can you let go of me now?” My voice was tense. Dying, dying, the completely freed eggplant started sliding down my thigh, if it falls out of the pant leg, it’s over. “You don’t understand, Chloe has never been in a relationship, very innocent, she recently experienced some… things, that’s why she’s acting out.” Ryan’s tone suddenly softened a bit, “So if you approached her just for money, you’d better stop now.” “This is between me and her.” I said irritably, trying hard to break free from his shackles, “Now I need to use the restroom, can you not block the door like a pervert?” Hearing this, Ryan was like a fire sprayed with alcohol, grabbing my wrist again, nails digging into my flesh. “Fuck! You’re just a somewhat good-looking hillbilly, what are you arrogant about!” Ryan exerted force suddenly, pulling me to face him, distance momentarily close enough to feel each other’s breath, “You…” In this instant, the eggplant on my thigh finally couldn’t bear the burden, sliding towards the pant leg with the sound of fabric friction. Ryan’s gaze moved down, seeing that abnormal protrusion, his expression went blank, “Your…” Anxious, I simply pulled the eggplant out of my pant leg and smashed it on his head: “Die gay, get lost!” 3 When I washed my hands and returned to the booth, Chloe was turning sideways chatting with Linsey. But she was obviously absent-minded, her amber eyes drifting towards the bar entrance from time to time, as if waiting for someone. —Waiting for that Julian Shen, I guess. Seeing me return, Chloe was stunned for a moment, seeming to almost forget me, her “boyfriend.” She hurriedly withdrew her gaze, squeezing out a slightly stiff smile: “Jim, you’re back, are you okay?” I shook my head. Linsey also looked behind me, “Where’s my brother? He didn’t make things difficult for you, did he? Just now after you went to the restroom he insisted on going, and I couldn’t really tie him to the seat not letting him go…” I still shook my head. Linsey sighed again, “Sigh, my brother isn’t bad at heart, always treating Chloe as a biological sister, just too protective.” “Jim, did Ryan say anything to you?” Chloe asked, eyes flickering. “Not much.” I sat back beside her, “Just some conversation between guys.” Before Chloe’s face looked more worried, I continued lightly: “But he drank too much, when I came out he was still puking in the toilet, hope he’s okay.” —Hope he’s okay after being knocked out by my eggplant and having a baby-like sleep. Hearing me say this, Chloe and Linsey looked at each other, both appearing surprised. Linsey rubbed her forehead, obviously feeling embarrassed for her brother, “What did I say earlier, trying to be brave with that terrible alcohol tolerance, hey, I’ll go check on him in the restroom, don’t want him to drown in the toilet, then I’ll be an only child.” After saying that, she grabbed another male friend as a helper, not forgetting to wink at Chloe: “The night is still long, you young couple chat slowly~” Caused to blush by her hint, Chloe didn’t know what to say, so she handed me another drink. Blue, very beautiful. Chloe then picked up her glass of milk, gently touching mine: “Jim, thank you for coming to see me.” I sipped that beautiful blue, ice-cold and sweet, much better than the previous one. “No need to thank.” I couldn’t help taking another sip before continuing, “I’m also just doing it for money.” Seeming not expecting me to be so direct, the blush on Chloe’s face faded a little, corner of her mouth stagnating. But immediately after, her gaze suddenly crossed my shoulder, fixed in the distance. Chloe’s expression changed instantly, tense like a freshly dried sculpture. I looked back, seeing a man and a woman walking in from the main entrance, like a cold wind blowing into the warm bar. The boy wore a simple but textured white shirt, looking outstandingly clean, his temperament even having a kind of aloofness incompatible with this luxurious environment, brows furrowed tightly, looking like he was forced to come. And the girl beside him with long wavy hair dyed milk tea color, wearing an off-shoulder pink dress, looked charming and cute. At this moment looking around curiously, eyes unable to hide amazement. “Eh, isn’t that Julian Shen whom the Lu family sponsored since childhood? The girl beside him is…” Someone whispered, gossiping eyes glancing at Chloe. And Chloe just lowered her head to adjust her already very neat skirt. Sitting for a few more seconds, she stood up, movements still appearing somewhat hasty, “Julian, over here.” Julian Shen’s gaze fell over, sweeping over everyone in the booth, thin lips pursed tight, walking over slowly. Looking exactly like reluctantly forced into prostitution. Seeing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly, sizing him up from a distance. Not as handsome as me, not as tall as me after lifts, just temperament more… aloof than me. When the two approached, I noticed that Julian Shen was also carrying a small bag. “…Happy birthday.” He handed out the gift. Chloe’s eyes brightened instantly, taking the small bag with both hands: “Thank you! Julian, I like it very much!” Then, as if realizing her overreaction, Chloe’s cheeks blushed slightly, coughing lightly. She turned to me as if making up for it, “Jim, this is Julian Shen, Julian, this is Jim Gu, my… boyfriend.” The word “boyfriend” floated lightly from her mouth, but carried a subtle weight. Julian briefly looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. Showing no emotion change— Until a small fist hit his arm next to him. “Senior Shen, you are too much!” Now not only Julian was stunned, Chloe’s smile also froze. “How could you forget to tell me today is Miss Lu’s birthday, causing me to prepare nothing, coming with you empty-handed! How rude this is!” The girl hit Julian a few more times, then bowed to Chloe repeatedly, “Sorry sorry! Hello Miss Lu, my name is Yola You, I really didn’t know today is your birthday, I will definitely make up the gift next time…” That timid appearance, as if she would cry from being scolded by Chloe in the next second. “No need to apologize, not something important anyway.” Julian frowned unhappily, stopping Yola, “She won’t mind.” He didn’t care about the place Yola hit either, tone carrying some helplessness and doting, as if comforting an ignorant child. And I noticed Chloe’s fingers pinching the gift bag tightened, knuckles slightly pale. That sentence “She won’t mind these”, was both an excuse for Yola and a definition for Chloe. —He made the decision for Chloe, yet didn’t even look at her. Now I probably understand why Chloe hired me to pretend to be her boyfriend. I stood up: “You’re right.” Then my right hand gently rested on Chloe’s shoulder. “Our Chloe indeed won’t mind those unimportant people.” Chloe’s shoulder trembled slightly, those beautiful amber eyes looking up at me in surprise. I pursed a shallow smile at her, taking the opportunity to put my arm around her and sit back down. Taking money to do work, value for money. In our line of work, nothing else matters, protecting the master comes first. True in games, even more so in reality. Julian finally cast his gaze on me, brows furrowed tighter, while Yola widened her eyes, a flash of amazement in her eyes looking at me. This was also the first time Chloe saw me smile, she was stunned for a moment, then remembered to say, “Julian, and this… Miss You, you sit too, just friends gathering casually tonight, no need to be restrained.” Julian pursed his lips straight, didn’t respond to Chloe, just pulled out chairs for Yola and himself. But his straight back and tense jawline exposed his discomfort. The waiter came over to ask for orders timely, Yola swept over the expensive prices on the drink menu, timidly said: “Um, I don’t quite understand these…” “She wants a glass of orange juice.” Julian said simply, expression neither humble nor arrogant, “I just want lemon water.” This plain choice actually gave me some sense of intimacy. I couldn’t help looking at Julian more, while he completely ignored me. “Julian, you can order something else, I’m paying tonight…” Chloe couldn’t help speaking. Her voice was very soft, carrying a trace of habitual fawning and humbleness. “Thanks, no need, I didn’t want to come here originally, so no need to spend.” Julian interrupted indifferently, this detachment, even wrapped in politeness, was still sharp. Chloe’s shoulders trembled slightly, seeming finally unable to bear it, she covered her mouth and stood up abruptly, “Sorry… I’m going to the restroom.” “I’ll go with you!” Yola immediately followed enthusiastically. For a moment, this corner of the booth only had me and Julian left. Others seemed to smell the gunpowder of the Shura field (intense conflict), pretending to chat devotedly to avoid being involved. And since the heiress wasn’t there, I didn’t need to put on airs anymore, leaning back relaxed, tasting the small wine, just short of a cigarette. Julian’s peripheral vision therefore stayed on me for a moment, with some scrutinizing meaning. I simply turned my face, letting him see clearly, “Good looking?” Caught off guard meeting my full face and gaze, Julian stiffened, like a rabbit blinded by high beams in the dark night. “…” “You don’t speak, I’ll take it as your default.” Defaulting he didn’t recognize I was actually a girl. “…How long have you been dating?” Julian asked suddenly. Cup rim against lips, I lifted my eyelids, answering quickly: “What does it have to do with you?” Julian’s brows were cold as frost, finally a ripple in his eyes: “Your etiquette and upbringing are really as cheap as your clothes.” I slowly drank the wine in one go, alcohol leaving a burning touch in my throat. “Male students sponsored by rich people are indeed different.” I finally laughed casually, “Even cursing is gentle.” Julian’s gaze finally turned completely to me, like a blade across glass: “The male game companion Chloe ordered frequently a while ago, is you right.” “Guess.” My tone calm with provocation, “Any opinion?” “I don’t.” Julian stared at me, “But the Lu family will. The Lu family is not an ordinary family, how far do you think you, a companion pleasing women by playing games, can go?” The light cast a shadow on his slightly tightened jawline, outlining a sharp boundary. I hooked a mockery: “This question should be asked to yourself.” A trace of annoyance flashed in Julian’s eyes: “Don’t change the subject, do you think Chloe really likes you?” His voice was cold, “She is just using you to make me jealous.” “Oh, so you know very well.” I raised my eyebrows, “Since you know, why did you bring that junior sister? Want to prove you don’t care that much?” Julian’s expression froze slightly, then returned to calm: “Yola and I are just in the same lab, today she asked me to bring her to see…” “Yeah yeah yeah.” I was too lazy to listen. Thinking I didn’t believe, Julian’s displeasure increased: “Listen, I don’t care who you are, nor what deal is between you and Chloe, but I advise you to stop early.” “Or else?” “Or else you will regret it.” Julian said coldly, “The Lu family is not something people like you can climb.” I chuckled lightly: “What about you? Aren’t you climbing too?” Julian’s expression instantly became cold as ice: “What do you mean?” “Literal meaning.” I looked straight into his eyes, “I guess, you also have feelings for Chloe, but refuse to admit due to self-esteem, now seeing her with someone else, starting to get restless again.” Julian’s face turned iron blue, ten fingers clenched: “What do you know?” “Know more than you imagine.” I looked towards the restroom. “For example, Chloe has been sad enough for you.” Julian was stunned. After a moment, just as he was about to speak again, footsteps came from the direction of the restroom. But saw Linsey holding pale-faced Chloe returning, Yola following behind, looking frightened. And behind the few people, the male friend grabbed by Linsey was carrying a red-haired guy with unsteady steps. So I looked up, exactly meeting Ryan’s eyes dyed with drunkenness but unusually clear. My expression froze slightly. What the hell, that guy I knocked out with an eggplant, why woke up at this time?

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Eight months into Lucas Thorne’s marriage, I got pregnant. But I’m not his wife; I’m just a substitute. The heiress of the Stone family ran away from her wedding, and I, who look 80% like her, was forcibly conscripted to take her place. Mr. Stone promised to give me five million dollars after a year. Now, a tiny problem has arisen. I hurriedly called him: “The person is found, switch back quickly! If we don’t switch now, we won’t be able to!” Without even packing my luggage, I was sent away overnight. Half a month later, I was feeding white pigeons on the streets of Paris, pondering what to do with the baby. Suddenly, I was scooped into someone’s arms. The man gently stroked my cheek, his tone slow: “Wifey, have you played enough? Time to go home.” 1 Being forcibly conscripted to marry Lucas Thorne was an unexpected event. I was buying grilled squid on the street when I was inexplicably grabbed. Burly bodyguards dragged me into a luxury car regardless of my protests. Thirty minutes later, I was delivered to a villa. In the villa’s grand living room, a middle-aged man sat solemnly. As soon as he saw me, he picked up a teacup and threw it at me. His voice was like a bell: “Chloe, do you know the consequences of running away from a wedding? How did I raise such a daughter!” I dodged nimbly, avoiding the attack. The man became even angrier. “Dare to dodge? I raised you for so many years, you made such a big mistake and still dare to dodge?” Me: “Huh?” He grabbed his cane to hit me. I ran around the living room, screaming: “Who is Chloe? Don’t hit me, you caught the wrong person!!” After I pulled up my photos, social media, and digital ID, he finally accepted the fact that I wasn’t his daughter. I was just a passerby who inexplicably looked very similar to his daughter. As an apology, he compensated me with ten thousand dollars. I happily took the ten thousand and prepared to leave. But I heard the man say to me: “Miss Grace, seeing that you need money, I have a deal I want to discuss with you. There will be a heavy reward after it’s done.” One sentence stopped me in my tracks. There was one month left until the wedding. Chloe Stone ran away. If Chloe returns before the wedding, he gives me fifty thousand. If she doesn’t return, I pretend to be his daughter and marry. The term is one year. Whether the person is found or not, I will be given five million. I needed money badly. In a moment of impulse, I agreed. “Wifey, zoning out at a time like this?” Lucas was dissatisfied, biting my lip: “Baby, if you’re not good tonight, do you not want to get out of bed tomorrow?” Me: ! I snapped back from messy memories and quickly said: “No no, I’m super good! I have work tomorrow, please please.” I blinked my eyes pitifully begging him. Lucas tucked my sweaty stray hair behind my ear and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered like a devil: “Too late.” 3 My eyes were dull, staring into the void. Damn it, no one told me before marriage that Chloe’s husband had such a strong desire. Mr. Stone told me his daughter and Lucas had a business marriage. They had only seen each other’s photos and never met. And I look extremely like Chloe. So much so that Mr. Stone didn’t believe it and did a paternity test with me. Unfortunately, we have no blood relation, just pure resemblance. I was heartbroken. The fantasy of being a rich young lady shattered. If I can’t be the young lady, I can be her substitute, equally rich. Chloe couldn’t be found. The meetings, dates, getting the marriage certificate, and the wedding proposed by Lucas were all handled by me, biting the bullet. On the wedding night, I sat in the bridal room wearing a wedding dress worth seven figures waiting for him. He pushed the door open, light and shadow swaying, elongating his shadow. Lucas’s tone was calm: “Miss Stone is nervous?” I swallowed, fingers twisting the wedding dress uneasily: “That, next…” He loosened his tie, stating: “I have normal physiological needs.” I was prepared before substituting; a newlywed couple couldn’t have a sexless marriage. Lucas is very handsome. Figure is also very good. Six foot two, eight-pack abs, 7 inches… Cough cough. Anyway, I’m not losing out. Waking up the next day, I hugged the quilt pondering life. Lucas circled me from behind: “What’s wrong, wifey?” “I didn’t know I was this kind of person before.” His voice carried the huskiness and satisfaction of waking up in the morning: “Hm?” I murmured: “Actually having sex with my husband on the wedding day, how am I so open…” He pressed me back. “The second day is also okay.” At that time, I hadn’t realized something was wrong. Maybe it was the first taste of intimacy, I was also a bit addicted. One day after being lovey-dovey with Lucas for more than half a year, I suddenly woke up. Wrong. I’m not his wife at all. 4 Half a year since the wedding. In the morning, I went to work at the Stone family’s company. Before leaving, Lucas kissed me goodbye. “Wifey, I’ll pick you up today, don’t run around.” I nodded: “Mm-hm.” The first time Lucas came to pick me up, I ran to the snack street to buy grilled squid, chatting with the boss without looking at my phone. When I opened it, I found a pile of calls and texts from him. Wearing a suit incompatible with the snack street, he hugged me in front of the lively stall. He whispered in my ear with a voice only the two of us could hear: “Baby, if there’s a next time, I’ll punish you…” My ears turned red instantly: “Shut up shut up, no dirty talk in public!” He rubbed my head and pinched my ear: “Remember to tell me in advance next time, I worry if I can’t find you.” After that day, Lucas came to pick me up every now and then. I didn’t feel anything wrong either. After work, I drilled into the car, hugging him and kissing. Kissed for a long time and still hadn’t arrived home. I looked out the window and found the road was wrong. “Where are we going?” Lucas supported the back of my head: “You’ll know in a while.” Approaching the destination, Lucas put an eye mask on me. Another five minutes or so passed, he stopped with me. The eye mask was removed. The sunset poured over a garden full of red roses, magnificent and splendid. Behind, someone pushed a birthday cake forward. Amidst cheerful singing, Lucas lowered his head to kiss me. “Chloe, happy birthday.” I wondered why he suddenly brought me here. Turns out it’s Chloe’s birthday. My mood was complicated. Right. The one married to Lucas is Chloe, not me. I’m not his wife. Seeing I didn’t show happiness, Lucas was like a dog who did something wrong, asking nervously: “Don’t like it?” I suppressed the messy thoughts and smiled at him: “Like it.” The substitution period is one year. Now half a year has passed. I always thought there was still half a year, until a month later, Mr. Stone sent me a message. [Found her]

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My sister is the vicious female antagonist. My brother is the crazy villain. I am the sweet and innocent girl raised by them, one hand each. At a party, my sister was leading her group of mean girls to tear into the heroine. I barged into the hall carrying my backpack. I slapped my failed math test paper into her arms: “Sis, the teacher wants you to go to school.” The malicious smile on my sister’s face couldn’t hold. Pinching my test paper, she broke down: “This is the ninth time this month you’ve been called for a parent-teacher meeting!” In business negotiations, my brother was ambitious and ruthless. He was about to casually sign an unfair contract to swallow the male lead’s industry. I pushed open the door of the lounge and came out, handing the game console to my brother. Ignoring the tense atmosphere in the entire conference room, I said: “I can’t pass this level again, bro, you help me beat this level first.” My brother lifted me onto his lap with one hand, sighed helplessly while holding me: “Baby, this game doesn’t suit you.” He said: “Bro will acquire a new game company tomorrow, specifically to make games for you to play.” 1 Since I became conscious. I knew I lived in a world of torturous romance revolving around the male and female leads. But unfortunately. I wasn’t born well. Less than half a year after I was born. My parents both died tragically. I was raised by my brother and sister. When I was ten years old and literate. I learned that the sister who went crazy every day tutoring me with my homework. Was the primary vicious female antagonist in this world. And the brother who indulged and spoiled me without any bottom line. Was the biggest villain boss in this world. 2 The male and female leads are the center of the world. Anything against the male and female leads is doomed to have no good end. My 10th birthday was spent with my brother and sister. When making a birthday wish. I looked at my gentle and beautiful sister on the left, and then at my young and handsome brother on the right. They surrounded me holding the cake. In their eyes, there was only me. No matter how vicious and ruthless my brother and sister were outside. But in front of me, they were the people who loved me most in this world. —I don’t want them to meet their destined tragic ending. I want to do my best. To save them. 3 But I am really stupid. It seems like mom and dad gave all the IQ to my brother and sister. My brother created his own business empire at a young age. Solved the family’s financial problems. Also provided us with a superior life. My sister is especially good at winning people’s hearts. She has a beautiful and bright face. From childhood to adulthood, suitors have been endless, and she is always surrounded by groups of men and women rushing towards her. But the pity is. My brother fell for the heroine who doesn’t belong to him. My sister fell for the hero who doesn’t belong to her. 4 I sat in the passenger seat of my sister’s supercar, propping my face and sighing. My sister was driving and still raised her hand to rub my hair messily. “What’s wrong again? Didn’t understand math class again?” I turned helplessly to look at my sister: “Ethan Stone isn’t even as handsome as my brother, nor as rich as you, what exactly do you see in him?” Ethan Stone is the destined male lead of this world. My sister heard me mention his name. Raised her eyebrows slightly, pinched my face: “Actually worrying about my affairs?” She said: “You take care of your own studies first.” “How many times have I gone to parent-teacher meetings for you, lost face so many times, and got scolded by your teachers so many times.” 5 After speaking, she didn’t even give me a chance to protest. Directly turned the car around: “I have something to do tonight, can’t accompany you with homework.” She said: “I’ll drop you off at brother’s company.” I lowered my eyes and hugged my backpack tightly. —I know what she’s going to do tonight. She has many fox friends and dog friends (bad friends), and easily knew the heroine’s movements as soon as she returned to the country. The white moonlight heroine returned to the country. My sister is going to give someone a display of power tonight. I propped my chin and sighed heavily again. The supercar made a smooth U-turn and had already stopped downstairs at my brother’s company. 6 My sister got out of the car and opened the passenger door, seeing me sitting motionless in the passenger seat, she bent down and smiled at me. “What are you dazing for?” She scratched my chin. Pulled my hand to get me out of the car, and put the backpack on my back. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you upstairs.” She held my shoulders. I paused, said I could find the way myself. “You go,” I looked up at the red suspender long dress on my sister. Such a beautiful person, why did she fall for Ethan Stone. My sister was indeed in a hurry, picking me up from school and sending me here, it was already getting dark. She tidied my wrinkled collar again. Instructed uneasily: “Then I’m leaving, go up quickly to find brother, let him order food for you.” I hummed, standing in place watching her look back every three steps until she finally drove away. As soon as her car drove out of the end of this road. I immediately hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow the car in front. 7 When the taxi carried me away from downstairs of the company. Through the window, I actually saw my brother lazily carrying his suit jacket, coming out from the entrance. Behind him followed several assistants in suits running in small steps. The assistants bowed and scraped behind him. And my brother’s face was cold and stern, brows sharp. Naturally having an aura of strangers keep away. He was really sensitive, perhaps sensing my scrutinizing gaze. Actually about to look up towards me. I immediately lowered my upper body, hiding under the window. At the same time, the phone vibrated lightly in my arms. It was a message from my brother: Baby, where are you guys? Followed by another one: What do you want to eat tonight? Seems my sister told him in advance about dropping me off. I turned off the phone, pretended not to see. Now, I have to find my sister first. 8 My sister’s driving was taught by my brother personally. At 17 or 18, my brother was a regular on the race track. When they weren’t carrying me, they drove with a desperate madness. So even if I urged the taxi driver to chase closely. Also easily thrown off by my sister’s supercar. When I arrived at the star hotel in the city center, the lights inside were bright, it had already started. The security guard at the door stopped me outside. Said I didn’t have an invitation, wouldn’t let me in. I was afraid my sister was already bullying the heroine inside. Really no choice. I could only bring out my brother. Fortunately, my brother often instilled in me the domineering concept that I could walk sideways in the city. Fortunately, my brother also had shares in this hotel. After bringing out my brother, the manager came out specially. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and welcomed me respectfully. But I really had no leisure to deal with him. Carrying my backpack into the hall, I started tiptoeing to find my sister. No way, even for height, I failed to inherit my parents’ genes. My brother’s height is approaching 6’3″ (190cm), my sister was already 5’9″ (175cm) when she just became an adult. And me, still not even 5’5″ (165cm) yet. 9 Where my sister is, is always the center of the crowd. So I scanned the hall. And saw the group of people at the railing on the second floor. My sister in a gorgeous red dress, stepping on stilettos, holding a red wine glass, a cigarette between her fingers. Leaning lazily on the railing. And around her, squeezed a group of men and women. Surrounded in the very center, was a young girl wearing plain white clothes with delicate features. Looking at that temperament. I determined almost at a glance, that was the heroine. I dared not stop, ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time. The closer I got to that place, the more I could hear their mockery and ridicule. And although my sister didn’t speak, the corners of her mouth hooked a malicious smile. Really a vivid image of a domineering villainess. I rushed over, before standing firm, pulled out the failed math test paper from my bag and slapped it on my sister’s chest. “—Sis,” I called her breathlessly. My sister was startled by me. She didn’t hold the wine glass steady, dropped it on the ground. But her reaction was also fast. Almost the moment the wine glass landed, she lifted me by the armpits and hugged me. Avoided the broken glass on the ground. I hugged her neck smoothly, wrapped around her waist, leaning on her. In front of all the young men and women present, said loudly: “Sis, the teacher wants you to go to school.”

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Three years into my relationship with the billionaire scion of the capital, everything between us was still clearly priced. Dinner, $20,000. A date, $100,000. Spending the night, $300,000. One day, I discovered I was pregnant. After a few seconds of mental processing, I looked at the aloof and dignified man across from me and asked bluntly: “Bro, do you have a hundred million?” 1 Ethan Black was stunned by my question. He was wearing loose hospital pajamas, yet his handsome face showed no pallor, his sharp eyes staring at me: “What’s wrong?” “Why ask this suddenly?” He pulled the corners of his lips into a smile, the mischief in his eyes not looking like someone sick at all: “Want to earn enough to make a hundred million?” “Cough cough.” I almost choked to death, “Of course not that meaning, I mean…” The sentence “Can you give me a hundred million if I bear you a child” was already on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly seeing his face darken: “If not that meaning then don’t say it,” “We have nothing good to talk about.” His cold and heartless appearance made my heart tremble. Tsk. How could I forget Ethan is a DINK (Double Income, No Kids) believer. We agreed long ago not to talk about feelings or love, only physical needs. If he knew about the child… He would definitely think I deliberately planned to use the child to ask for money. Let alone a hundred million, he might even ask for the previous money back. Better forget it. I silently crumpled the report from the obstetrics department and chose to hide it carefully behind my back. “Oh, then nothing.” 2 Ethan didn’t ask anything more. He had no feelings for me anyway. Calling me out was nothing more than being his meal buddy. And bed buddy. But this month wasn’t very coincidental. His two million limit was used up in the middle of this month. So… The man confined me tightly on the hospital bed, kissing down from my earlobe. Seeing him about to unbutton my shirt, I shivered. And moved three feet away from him directly. “This month’s limit is used up!” “Can’t do that anymore!” Ethan’s handsome face was annoyed, staring straight at me, speaking with the confidence of wealth: “I’ll add money!” “No!” Add what money?! What if the baby is harmed! Usually loving money as my life, I rarely refused. Ethan stared at me suspiciously. My heart trembled, and I casually spouted nonsense: “I… I’m not feeling well this month.” “Plus work is busy, I can only accompany you when you are sick, other than that, no way!” After speaking, I wanted to leave hurriedly. Afraid Ethan would discover the secret in my phone. He suddenly grabbed me, voice as cold as always: “So I can only see you when sick this month?” Thinking of Ethan working out all year round. His health was unusually good. I nodded fiercely. “Yes! Only when sick can you see me!” 3 Ethan’s deep eyes darkened. Originally wanted to say something. Just then the doctor holding the medical record came in: “Mr. Black, hello, you just caught a cold from a cold shower, no big problem, can be discharged.” Cold shower? Why take a cold shower in winter? Sick, right? I looked at Ethan like looking at a fool. Silently praying the child’s looks take after his father. IQ must not be like him! “Alright, now you can be discharged.” “Let’s not meet this month!” “See you next month, President Black!” See what next month! I ran home like fleeing from famine. Hurriedly packed a few pieces of luggage. Preparing to find a place Ethan couldn’t find to nourish the fetus. Knowing the news, my best friend Chloe was a bit surprised: “You… you decided to keep this child just like that?” “Yeah!” While stuffing clothes into the suitcase, I said without any hesitation: “You also know I have no relatives since childhood, I’m an orphan.” “Originally planned to save enough money to go abroad for IVF to give myself a relative.” “Now it’s great, a relative just came naturally!” Moreover, with Ethan’s genes. The child must be very good-looking. I made up my mind and immediately opened my phone to book a flight to leave. Chloe hesitated: “This month isn’t over yet, what if Ethan gets sick again and looks for you…” “How is that possible?” I waved my hand carelessly: “He works out every day like a calf, so strong, how could he get sick twice a month…” Before I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was a call from Ethan’s assistant: “Hello Miss Lin, President Black fell ill and is hospitalized again, please come to the hospital to accompany him.” As if afraid I wouldn’t go. The assistant added: “This is within this month’s limit, please arrive quickly.” 4 Same hospital, same ward. I ran exactly seven times in a week. Yes. Once a day. Fever today, cold tomorrow, rash on face the day after, twisted ankle the day after that… After such a toss, I looked at the man covered in injuries on the hospital bed. First time doubting the physical quality of this business tycoon. “Bro, do you have cerebellum problems? Or uncoordinated limbs?” Otherwise, how could he twist his ankle three times leaving the hospital entrance. And twisted his arm too? Ethan raised his eyes coldly to look at me. “You question my ability?” “No.” I told the truth. I question his IQ. Will brain damage be hereditary? I stared at him suspiciously. Looking him up and down, unconsciously stopped at a certain part— The man suddenly reached out and pulled me fiercely. Male aura attacked me overwhelmingly, before I could react, Ethan pinched my chin and kissed fiercely. “Mmph… Mmph…” His movements were too big. I had severe morning sickness recently. Suddenly felt strong discomfort in my lower abdomen. I struggled trying to push him away. The man’s movements became more forceful, fixing me firmly in front of him. While grinding my lips hard, he gritted his teeth and said: “Can’t even touch you…” “Ugh!” Splash. I vomited. Unknown liquid sprayed all over Ethan’s clean hospital gown, he was almost furious: “Summer Lin! You hate me this much!” “Actually vomited kissing me!”

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Three years into living in a basement with Julian, I found a deed to a villa under his desk. Suddenly, a barrage of comments flashed before my eyes: [LMAO, the female side character probably thinks this is a birthday gift for her. Does she really think she can live in a villa with her poor vibe?] [The male lead would rather squeeze into a dark and damp basement himself to give the female lead the best material conditions. In his heart, the female lead is forever the little princess who needs pampering! Boohoo, I ship them so hard!] [A down-and-out boy turned popular singer vs. a fallen proud little princess. Can’t wait to see the male and female leads get intimate in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the balcony!] My breath hitched. I dialed Julian’s number, but heard his friend teasing him: “You bought a villa for your childhood sweetheart but gave your girlfriend a postcard worth two bucks. Aren’t you afraid she’ll make a scene?” Julian chuckled lightly, saying with certainty: “No, Mia has always been gentle and sensible. Besides, she’s used to suffering with me.” “Unlike Yola, who was pampered growing up. She’s delicate and needs someone to spoil her.” At that moment, the seven-year relationship suddenly felt exhausting. I turned around and dialed a number: “Dad, I’ve decided to take over the family company.” 1 Julian didn’t seem to realize he had answered my call. The conversation continued. That person pressed on: “Pouring your heart out for your childhood sweetheart… We’re all men here, I don’t believe you don’t have any feelings for her.” “Are you really willing to just marry Mia like this? You’ve been dating for seven years, aren’t you tired of it?” Julian was silent for a while. “It’s different. One is a dream, the other is reality.” “Mia loves me very much. She’s obedient and sensible. I must be responsible for her.” Others laughed and praised him for being a devoted lover. The lively and noisy atmosphere continued. I pressed the hang-up button only to realize my hands and feet were cold. 2 When Julian came back, he smelled of alcohol. Tipsiness climbed up his fair cheeks. He came over to hold my hand gently as usual. I dodged him. He saw the property deed on the coffee table at a glance. His eyes flickered, but his tone was frank, without a trace of guilt: “Yola’s family went bankrupt. It’s not easy for a young girl like her in New York. Besides, her parents sponsored me when I was young. Rationally and emotionally, I should lend a hand.” “Just lending a hand, is it necessary to give a villa?” Julian frowned: “Yola grew up being pampered. I can’t let a young girl like her live in a basement like me, can I?” I suddenly realized. So he also knew not to let girls live in a basement. Living here with Julian for three years, I had complained too. But Julian said the damp and cramped environment could make his inspiration explode and create good works. So I endured the moldy air and cockroaches that made me tremble with fear for three years. Love makes one brave. When not loved, it becomes a joke. Julian unzipped his jacket and took out a huge baked sweet potato. “I know you like to eat this. I made a special detour to buy it. It’s still hot.” “Today is your birthday. Let’s not be unhappy because of irrelevant people, okay?” Before I could speak, Julian’s phone rang. I only heard an arrogant female voice. Not knowing what was said, Julian pressed his brow helplessly, but there was a smile on his face: “You really know how to torment people!” “Got it, coming right over.” Hanging up the phone, Julian glanced at me, his smile fading a lot. He leaned over and hurriedly planted a kiss on my forehead. “A friend has an emergency. I’ll go help. I’ll be back later to cut the cake with you.” He picked up his jacket and left in a hurry. But the birthday gift was left behind. A postcard with a hand-drawn QR code inside. Scanned it with my phone, and a melodious melody slowly rippled in the damp air. There were two lines of Julian’s handwriting on the card: [I always said I would write an exclusive birthday song for you, and this year I finally did it.] [Happy birthday, thank you for always being with me.] So he still remembered this promise. I looked up, but saw the constantly refreshing comments: [I’m really speechless. Why does the female side character want to grab everything? It’s clearly a song inspired by the male lead’s reunion with the female lead. How did it become hers? Shameless!] [Why is this female side character so possessive of other people’s money? The male lead can spend the money he earns however he wants. It’s annoying to see her long face all day.] [Hehe, the male lead went to help the proud little princess tune the piano. As everyone knows, tuning the piano equals flirting. Piano play is just around the corner!] I opened Julian’s WeChat. He doesn’t like posting on Moments, except for four words posted half a month ago: [Seeing the sunshine again.] But that day was rainy. According to the comments, that was the day he reunited with Yola. The sweet potato was completely cold. I didn’t touch it. I tore the postcard into pieces and threw it into the trash can. The comments scolded me for not knowing what’s good for me. 3 A month ago, I discovered strange bullet comments. They said Julian had a childhood “white moonlight” (the one who got away), the love of his life. At first, I didn’t believe the strange comments. Until Julian really brought back a girl. And according to the comments, I found the villa Julian bought for her. 4 I pieced together the complete story from the comments. Julian and Yola are the male and female leads of a sweet romance novel. Julian’s parents worked as servants in the York family. Young Julian’s inferiority complex made him afraid to approach Yola, only able to watch from afar. Until the York family went bankrupt and Yola became an orphan, their statuses reversed when they met again. But in Julian’s heart, Yola is always the treasure he needs to cherish and love. And I, Mia Wen, am just Julian’s second choice, a compromise. When he met Yola, he realized he couldn’t compromise in this life. Julian didn’t come back all night. Near noon, a young girl came to the door. Dressed in an exquisite Chanel-style suit, just the ordinary hairpin on her hair cost five thousand dollars. From the comments, I learned this was the female lead, Yola York. “I’m here to get something.” After entering, she fanned her nose in disgust. She walked straight to the rightmost room. “You can’t enter this room.” This is Julian’s recording studio. He never lets outsiders in. Once my pearl necklace broke and rolled into the room. When I went in to pick it up, Julian got very angry. After I stopped Yola, she clicked her tongue irritably and video-called Julian in front of me. “Julian, are you annoying? You let me come, but your girlfriend stopped me from entering!” After saying a few words, the girl shoved the phone directly into my hand. “Let Yola in. I asked her to get something for me.” In the video, Julian looked at me, his tone gentle: “Mia, the rock band guys are gathering tonight. Come with me.” Before I could speak, Yola grabbed the phone: “I want to go too. Julian, take me with you!” A commanding tone. Julian was not angry. He curled his lips indulgently: “Stop it, that circle is messy, full of hooligans.” Yola pouted and stopped talking. I silently watched her take a small bag from the recording studio. When she walked to the door, she suddenly looked back. Her eyes were somewhat contemptuous: “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your boyfriend. Julian is just a dog of mine. Are you women tired of fighting over men all day?” “Let me remind you kindly, girls should know self-love. No matter what environment you are in, you should dress up and please yourself.” The comments went crazy again: [Great, it’s dog-taming literature, we are saved!] [Baby sister hasn’t figured it out yet. Looking forward to the day she rides the male lead like a dog~] [This female side character is really something. Dressing so sloppily every day, who is she disgusting? It counts as a work injury for the male lead to sleep with her, right?] [It’s so cool to hear the female lead refuse female competition! I love it to death!] I looked down at my outfit. Home T-shirt and wide-leg pants, comfortable and casual. How did it become sloppy? I met her gaze neither humble nor arrogant. “Miss York, everything you eat, wear, use, and live in now is Julian’s money, right? Objectively speaking, half of that belongs to me.” Yola blushed with anger. Unsurprisingly, I was scolded from head to toe by the comments again.

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While delivering documents to my boss’s house, I ended up getting locked down there. What’s that saying? Three sentences to make a man spend 180,000? I can make my boss my slave in 14 days! 1 When I knocked on President Lucas Qu’s door, I had already cursed his ancestors eighteen generations back in my heart. Damn capitalist, paying me peanuts that even a dog would shake its head at, yet working me like a horse. Calling me to deliver documents on such a cold day, I’m not even his secretary! If it weren’t for the difficulty of finding a job due to the pandemic, I would have thrown my resignation letter in his face long ago. Dog of a man, no wonder he can’t find a girlfriend at his age! While I was cursing my boss ferociously in my mind, the door suddenly opened. Lucas was wearing a set of gray pajamas, his messy hair slightly unkempt, but it couldn’t hide his handsomeness at all. …Being good-looking is his only redeeming quality. He looked down at me condescendingly and said lightly, “Yola You, do you have a facial cramp?” I rubbed my face and put on a stiff smile: “I’m freezing.” Obviously, Lucas didn’t have the organ called conscience. He nodded and reached out to take the documents from my hand. “Mm.” … Mm your mom’s head! Maybe my condemning gaze was too intense, Lucas coughed into his fist and said politely, “Come in for a cup of hot water?” I should have refused. But I was really cold! I pretended not to understand his fake politeness and fake smiled: “Sure, thanks, President Qu.” Lucas: … “Come in.” He stepped aside helplessly to let me in. “Is hot cocoa okay?” After I sat on the sofa, Lucas walked over in his slippers and asked. I nodded: “Okay, okay.” He glanced at me, seemingly surprised by my audacity. While Lucas went into the kitchen to make hot cocoa, I secretly admired his home. A 3,200-square-foot penthouse with a direct view of the sea from the balcony. Whether it was the luxurious chandelier or the Italian imported leather sofa beneath me, they were all blatantly telling me they were expensive. How nice, the evil capitalist living in such a luxurious house with our blood and sweat money! It would be great if I could live in such a good house someday. I counted on my fingers and estimated that I would have to start working from the Southern Song Dynasty to afford this house. “Drink up.” Lucas put the mug on the coffee table and sat on the sofa to the side. I quietly sipped the hot cocoa, stealing glances at Lucas. At the company, he was always in a suit and tie, buttoned up to the top even in the hottest weather. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a refined scum. I had never seen him in loungewear, hair loose, without glasses. He seemed several years younger out of thin air, even carrying a hint of boyishness. “Seen enough?” Lucas said without looking up. I quickly looked away, downed the hot cocoa in a few gulps awkwardly: “Thanks, President Qu, I’ll be going now, rest well!” Lucas nodded: “I’ll see you out.” Saying that, without waiting for me to refuse, he grabbed a jacket from the rack and draped it over his shoulders. The boss seeing me out personally, I was a bit flattered, following behind him downstairs. Out of the elevator, I looked up and saw several people in full protective suits standing in the lobby. …An ominous premonition surged in my heart. Seeing us come down, those people quickly reached out to stop us: “Building 7 has confirmed cases. From now on, it’s locked down, entry only, no exit! Residents please self-isolate at home, we will provide supplies regularly!” … A bolt from the blue! I turned my head in shock to look at the stunned Lucas. I had never seen such a bewildered expression on his face! The epidemic prevention personnel urged us anxiously. Lucas and I looked at each other, not knowing what to do. A minute later, he covered his face: “…Sorry to drag you into this, stay at my place for now.” I didn’t move. He looked at me doubtfully: “What’s wrong? It’s okay, my house has a guest bedroom.” I hesitated for a while, then looked up stutteringly: “…Does the quarantine period count as paid leave?” 2 Life is like a dream. Ten minutes ago, I was sitting here calculating when I would have to start earning money to live in such a big house. And now, I was really going to live here. Lucas took me into the guest bedroom. Although called a guest bedroom, it was more than half the size of my small apartment and also had a view of half the sea. The king-size bed was covered with a bedspread. Lucas pointed to the closet on the side: “There are quilts inside, find one yourself. There’s an en-suite bathroom over there.” I nodded, and Lucas closed the door and went out: “You settle in first.” Hearing his footsteps go away, I threw myself onto the bed. The mattress was soft and supportive, obviously good stuff. Lying on the bed, my feelings were complicated. Paid leave for 14 days, any other time, I would be laughing in my dreams. But if these 14 days are spent living with the boss… How to put it, chocolate that tastes like shit. Lucas’s bed was too comfortable; I accidentally fell asleep thinking about it. When I woke up, I found myself covered with a down duvet. I rolled out of bed and quietly walked into the living room. I slept soundly. It was just past two in the afternoon when I arrived, and now the sunset outside the window had filled half the sky with pink and purple clouds. Lucas sat by the bed, his high nose bridge casting a shadow on his side profile. I was a bit embarrassed: “Thanks, President Qu, sorry to trouble you to cover me.” Lucas turned around, his expression complicated. “Yola, why do you snore when you sleep?” … The three-bedroom apartment under my feet was instantly completed. I felt I could stop living here! More awkwardly, my stomach suddenly growled: Gurgle… Just when I wished I could bang my head on the ground, the stomach growling sounded again. This time it wasn’t me. I looked up, a trace of crimson spreading behind Lucas’s fair ears. He hesitated and asked: “…Can you cook?” I can’t cook; I can only eat. But there are only two people in this house. Either I cook, or Lucas cooks. Letting Lucas cook for me, that would really be looking for death in a latrine with a flashlight. I nodded stiffly: “I can’t, but I can try.” Lucas looked at me skeptically, walked over, and opened his double-door refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty. The scene fell into a suffocating silence. What’s scarier than being trapped in the boss’s house is being trapped in the boss’s house with nothing there. A sour squeeze came from my stomach. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and now my chest was really sticking to my back. Just when I was almost desperate, I suddenly remembered there were two packs of Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) in my bag. I bought them at the supermarket at noon, intending to take them back to eat. I looked at Lucas tentatively: “President Qu, perhaps you’ve eaten Luosifen?” Lucas glanced at me: “No, I don’t like food with strong smells.” “Oh… then do you mind if I eat Luosifen in your house?” 3 Lucas finally reluctantly agreed. Although his expression wasn’t very good. I skillfully boiled water and put in the noodles, adding all kinds of ingredients. Soon, the air was filled with a smell like a blocked sewer. Lucas sat on the sofa, his face livid, covering his nose. After a while, he probably couldn’t stand it anymore and went into his room, closing the door. I snorted disdainfully. Guess he’s still not hungry. I happily put the Luosifen in a big bowl and turned on the drama I was chasing recently. This brand is really amazing. Although a few bucks more expensive than other brands, the taste is so authentic! Just as I was about to slurp the noodles happily, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open loudly. Lucas’s footsteps were heavy. Repressing his endurance on his beautiful face, he covered his nose and asked me: “Can you eat faster! This smell is like a toilet exploded!” I looked up with a bitter smile: “President Qu, it’s hot!” “Why don’t you taste a bite? This thing is like stinky tofu, smells bad but tastes good.” “Impossible! Even if I starve to death, I will absolutely not eat this thing!” I picked up a chopstick of noodles. The crystal clear rice noodles were covered with tempting soup: “Just taste a bite. Anyway, you already smell like it.” “It’s really delicious!” I heard Lucas’s stomach growl again. He swallowed, a trace of struggle flashing across his face. … “Fine, I’ll just taste one bite.” Lucas indeed just tasted one bite. He changed chopsticks, picked a chopstick-full from my bowl. And slurped away a small half of my bowl in one go. … My hand gripping the chopsticks tightened gradually, and my face started to darken. Lucas glanced at me, sucked all the noodles into his mouth somewhat awkwardly. He wiped his mouth: “…Sorry.” My heart aches so much. Only a bit more than half of the rice noodles left in the bowl! I didn’t speak, took the bowl, and sat aside to slurp. Lucas sat opposite me, coughed once, and didn’t speak. I pretended not to hear. Too much! I hate people who say they’ll just taste but take a huge bite the most! … After a long time, just when I finished the noodles and picked up the bowl to drink the soup, Lucas spoke. His voice was a bit unnatural, whispering: “Is there any left? Help me cook a pack too?” … To compensate me, Lucas and I split the last pack of noodles half and half. After barely eating enough, we sat in the living room filled with the smell. Lucas’s expression was somewhat satisfied, yet somewhat melancholy. “What to eat tomorrow? If I knew earlier, I would have bought some things back.” I didn’t know either, could only comfort him: “It’s okay, maybe supplies will be delivered tomorrow.” He nodded. We had nothing to say, and the atmosphere began to fall silent. I was a bit embarrassed, stood up to go back to the room, planning to take a shower and sleep early. Although Lucas’s house had no food, the toiletries were quite complete. I casually picked up a bottle of shampoo. It was densely written with foreign words I didn’t know, looking expensive at first glance. After taking a comfortable hot bath, I dried myself with a brand new bath towel and planned to go to bed. Just as I took off the bath towel, I suddenly discovered a very awkward problem. …I didn’t bring a change of underwear! 4 Early in the morning, Lucas and I were paralyzed on the sofa, stomachs growling. Hunger made me bold enough to complain: “President Qu, why is there nothing in your house?” Lucas said weakly: “Usually the auntie buys vegetables and cooks. She’s afraid the vegetables aren’t fresh, so she buys them fresh every day.” My hatred for the rich was stirring. …Evil rich people, this is karma. I walked over and opened the window. Lucas looked at me: “What are you doing?” “I’m drinking some northwest wind.” … “I just mentioned it in the owners’ group chat. The property management said vegetables can be delivered at noon. Bear with it a bit longer.” We just lay on the sofa watching TV, enduring the time with difficulty. “Lanzhou people say their morning starts with a bowl of beef ramen. This city with more than a thousand ramen restaurants consumes a million bowls of ramen every day…” Looking at the ramen with clear soup and white noodles, sprinkled with cilantro and beef on the screen, I swallowed. Lucas’s Adam’s apple moved too. He looked at the TV: “This is the first time I’ve wanted to eat ramen so much.” Ramen my ass, pull a few knives (kill me) instead. Don’t know what can be delivered at noon. Lucas turned to look at me: “Yola, let’s go out for noodles when the lockdown is lifted?” I nodded: “Sure, when will the lockdown be lifted?” Lucas was optimistic: “Should be just 14 days. The epidemic situation here isn’t very serious.” I hesitated for a long time: “President Qu… um…” “?” He looked at me doubtfully. I gritted my teeth and braved it: “Can you ask the property management to deliver a few pairs of panties for me!” Lucas opened his mouth slightly, staring at me blankly. His fair skin turned visibly red: “Ah…” I lowered my head, blushing, and didn’t speak. I really didn’t want to trouble the property management, but I couldn’t always go commando! A lone man and woman in a room, this is too that! Silence, suffocating silence. After a while, Lucas’s voice sounded vaguely: “What size do you wear?” … The property management was very efficient. Just past lunchtime, they delivered a big bag of vegetables, fruits, rice, noodles, and meat. And three pairs of women’s panties. Lucas looked at the three small packages of panties, throwing them to me as if they were hot potatoes: “Your stuff!” I glanced at him speechlessly. Making a fuss over nothing. What about panties? Doesn’t he wear underwear? Everything arrived. Lucas and I sat at the dining table staring at each other. “Cough.” He signaled with his eyes that it was time for me to cook. I turned my head away, pretending not to understand. “Cough cough!” … “Yola.” I looked up at him. “Go cook.” I looked at Lucas sincerely: “President Qu, I’m not lazy. It’s just that these ingredients are too precious. I’m afraid I’ll ruin them.” It’s one thing to work like a horse at work, but wanting me to be a free nanny too. Dream on! Today I, the salted fish, will turn over and make the boss work like a horse for me! Lucas rolled his eyes at me, his gaze complex, as if regretting recruiting me. After a stalemate for a long time, he stood up helplessly: “You should know how to wash vegetables, right? Let’s make vinegar shredded potatoes.” I moved a small stool to sit in the kitchen peeling potatoes. Lucas rolled up his sleeves and somehow got an apron. Really, bad students have a lot of stationery. Acting like it’s a real thing. He tied a beautiful bow behind his back and took the potatoes I peeled to shred. Lucas seemed to be holding not a potato but a bomb. Brows furrowed, he bent over holding that potato carefully, gesturing for a long time before making the first cut. Looking at this posture, I felt it wasn’t good. Lucas noticed me looking at him and turned slightly embarrassed to block the potato: “Wash your vegetables.” The sound of the kitchen knife landing on the cutting board was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Lucas’s appearance of facing a formidable enemy infected me, and soon I became a bit nervous too. … If he cuts off a finger, it’s not easy to go to the hospital now! I looked at Lucas’s busy back with worry. More than twenty minutes later, just when my stomach rumbled again, Lucas said with embarrassment with his back to me: “Not eating shredded potatoes today. Let’s eat vinegar potato chunks.” …Vinegar potato chunks, is this fucking appropriate?! But since I wasn’t working, I was embarrassed to say much. I could only nod and comfort: “That works too. Anyway, the shape coming out after eating is the same.” Lucas glanced at me sideways: “I somewhat regret letting you come to deliver documents now.” You think I don’t regret it?! Do I want to eat your bullshit vinegar potato chunks here?! Lucas is indeed the boss. Cooking is like working in the company. One moment asking me to bring vinegar, the next moment asking me to bring salt. “Hey, it’s burning, it’s burning, pour some water quickly!” I spun around in the kitchen like a top, poured a bowl of water and handed it to him. Lucas poured all the water into the pot with a splash, instantly submerging the potatoes. Okay, looks like we can’t eat vinegar potato chunks either. Let’s drink potato soup today. A white smoke smelling of vinegar rose in the kitchen. Lucas’s eyes lit up: “Right! That’s the smell!” … When we sat down at the dining table, an hour had passed. At the huge table, Lucas and I occupied one side each. In the middle was a plate of semi-soup potato chunks. Lucas picked up his phone and took a bunch of pictures of the potatoes, somewhat proud: “This is the first time I cooked a dish!” I looked at the half-cooked potato chunks of various shapes and sizes in front of me, soaking in the soup like in a hot spring. I really don’t understand what Lucas is proud of. Lucas lifted his thin eyelids, raised his chin and pointed at me: “Taste it, how is it?” I feel this dish has a strange magic. Looking at it makes you full; not hungry anymore. But if I really dare not to give the leader face, I guess after the paid leave, I will be on indefinite leave. I picked up a piece of potato, took a deep breath, and put it in my mouth. Sour, really fucking sour. Killing the vinegar seller. Besides sourness, there was no other taste. Too little salt, too much water. After chewing a mouthful of potato eighty-one times, I struggled to pull out a smile. “Delicious! It’s really too delicious, this taste is too authentic!” Lucas’s mouth corners hooked up: “Smart people are fast at everything. Tomorrow I can make shredded potatoes.” He reached out and picked up a piece of potato. Then his expression began to change constantly, just like the streamer selling black plums I saw on TikTok. His features tangled together, chewed reluctantly, closed his eyes and swallowed. “Delicious, really too delicious. I’m full, Yola, the rest is yours.” He pushed the plate in front of me. … I suspect my leader wants to humanely destroy me with a plate of potatoes. Just as I was worrying looking at the potatoes, Lucas burst out laughing. I looked up at him. Spots of light from the crystal chandelier sprinkled on his face. His eyelids showed a slight pink, and his eyes were full of smiles. I had never seen Lucas like this. I looked at him somewhat dazed. Lucas held the chopsticks with his slender fingers, looking at me and said: “Just kidding.” “If I poison you, wouldn’t I be isolating here alone?”

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