Author: Momo Chan

On the seventh day of the cold war with my arranged marriage husband, I vomited. Good news: I’m pregnant. Bad news: He’s infertile. I ran back to my parents’ house overnight and threw the pregnancy test onto my brother’s bed. My mom saw it and fainted on the spot. My dad was so angry he gave him a beating, demanding he bring my sister-in-law home. Sorry, big brother, you’re taking the blame for this one. Later, when my best friend and I went to the hospital to consult about an abortion, we bumped into my arranged marriage husband. I cowardly proposed a divorce: “I’ll leave with nothing. I won’t let you be a ‘happy’ father.” His face was deadly cold as he tightly gripped my wrist: “Letting my daughter call some wild man ‘daddy’? In your dreams.” 1 Ethan Zhou is eight years older than me. Cold personality. And old-fashioned. Even my brother complained that every woman in the elite circle lusted after his face, but no one wanted to marry him. Not long ago, my family’s company was on the verge of bankruptcy. It was he who stepped in and cleared a debt of three hundred million. My dad was so grateful he almost knelt down to him. Then Ethan proposed a condition: marrying into my family would waive the three hundred million debt. He’s a man, my brother’s a man. So the only one he could point to was me. These years I’ve been lying flat and leeching off my dad, feeling a bit guilty, so I agreed to the marriage. A month later, I married into the Zhou family with great fanfare. Because Mrs. Zhou isn’t Ethan’s biological mother, their relationship is very cold. So I didn’t have any troublesome mother-in-law issues. No one urged me to have children either. Until I saw Ethan’s physical examination report, I learned he had azoospermia (infertility). No wonder he never mentioned children, but did it fiercely. Turns out he couldn’t have them. But my small frame couldn’t stand his nightly torments, so I often rejected him. Ethan didn’t force me, solving it himself in the bathroom. Life after marriage was quite comfortable, but there were accidents. Once, hearing me complain to my best friend about being bored at home, Ethan took it upon himself to sign me up for many hobby classes. In the evening, I had to report to him, standing in front of him like an elementary school student, performing. If I didn’t learn well, he would keep a straight face and hit my palm with a ruler. What made me speechless was when I was bewildered by him in bed, calling him “hubby” in a sweet voice. He suddenly whispered in my ear asking me “how to say hubby in French.” That day I couldn’t bear it anymore, kicked him off the bed directly, had a big fight, and started a cold war. Today is the seventh day of the cold war. 2 Ethan sat at the dining table, holding coffee in his left hand, looking down at his tablet. The scratch on his forehead had turned light pink. That day I had just finished Taekwondo class and kicked him off the bed. His forehead hit the corner of the cabinet, cutting a one-centimeter bloody gash. I ignored him; he went downstairs to apply medicine himself. In the following days, he went back to the room to sleep as usual, but just didn’t talk to me. Petty man. I took two bites of the meat bun, felt a bit greasy, and threw it onto the plate casually. Ethan suddenly looked up, then lowered his head again, still silent. My phone buzzed constantly. My best friend kept sending messages warning: “Don’t talk to him first!” “I tell you, old men love to pretend, wanting you to apologize first. Just ignore him for a few days.” “Besides, his desire is so strong, he definitely can’t hold it. You must make him admit his mistake to you.” My best friend got angrier as she spoke, sending voice messages directly later. I accidentally pressed play, causing the person opposite to look up. Ethan’s eyes were pitch black, his gaze slowly falling on my face. Stared for a few seconds, suddenly stood up, pulled out the chair, and left. Prepared for a big fight, I was stunned directly. He just left like that? Like punching cotton, making me unhappy. Angered me into hunger, grabbed the bun and ate a few bites, but saw Ethan’s assistant suddenly walking over. Respectfully said to me: “Madam, Sir asks you to pay attention to protecting his privacy and not discuss his private matters with your friends.” I was so angry I gave him the middle finger and stormed out of the dining room. Just back in the room, nausea rose in my stomach. I rushed into the toilet and vomited all my breakfast. For the whole day, I vomited whatever I ate. Lying in bed sighing, I messaged my best friend. “I’m sick.” “Babe, you’re not pregnant, are you?” My best friend’s horrifying question scared me. I quickly ordered a pregnancy test online. Good news: I’m pregnant. Bad news: He’s infertile. This child isn’t Ethan’s! 3 Just a week ago. I skipped French class and went to a bar with my best friend to have fun. On the dance floor, I met a pure male college student, Ryan Guan. Very handsome face, although not comparable to Ethan, but sweet-mouthed, coaxing my best friend and me into elation. Ordered tens of thousands worth of drinks, treating him and his friends. At the end, Ryan asked for my WeChat. My best friend encouraged me to add him. But just as I took out my phone, a superb but cold face suddenly jumped before my eyes. I put away my phone and rejected him. That was the first meeting. The second time was actually in bed. That day I went to a dessert class and met Ryan. He was the dessert teacher’s assistant. Because we knew each other, he took extra care of me. Unexpectedly, it aroused the jealousy of a female student who drugged my milk tea. In a daze, I seemed to beg Ryan to take me to a hotel, and soon my body reacted. Ryan kept calling me, asking me to wake up. I hooked his neck and kissed him eagerly: “My husband ignores me…” Don’t know if it was an illusion, felt like after saying this sentence, Ryan’s aura suddenly had a trace of aggression. That big hand held my waist, hot and smooth. “Only proactive after being drugged?” I couldn’t make a sound, hugged by him, turned over and pressed under him. That night the lights didn’t go out. Like floating on a boat, dizzy from shaking. Opening eyes again, Ryan was gone. Even the scent disappeared completely. After returning home, I soaked in the bathtub for three hours, coming out only when my skin was wrinkled. At night Ethan wanted to do it, I refused. He didn’t solve it himself like before but pulled my hand and tossed until midnight. The next day my wrist hurt so much I couldn’t hold chopsticks. When Mrs. Zhou asked, I blushed not knowing how to respond. Could only glare at Ethan. Ethan, who always disliked talking to Mrs. Zhou, spoke lightly: “You don’t need to ask about private matters between husband and wife.” Mrs. Zhou understood instantly, hurriedly changed the subject, talking about the illegitimate son I never knew about. She chattered on, but didn’t cause any fluctuation in Ethan’s emotions. His expression was calm, blocking Mrs. Zhou’s mouth with one sentence. “Let him behave himself until graduation, then I will give him a chance to recognize his ancestors.” “Otherwise, even you will have to move out of the Zhou family.” That was the first time I witnessed his temper. 4 I looked down at the pregnancy test, feeling cold all over. If Ethan knew the child wasn’t his, I would be kicked out of the Zhou family too. Even worse. I packed my luggage overnight and ran back to my parents’ house, accidentally bringing the pregnancy test back too. Before being discovered, I threw the pregnancy test onto my brother’s bed. My mom fainted directly upon seeing it. My dad was so angry he beat him up, asking him to quickly bring my sister-in-law home. My brother shouted injustice while dodging: “I really don’t have a girlfriend… stop hitting me…” “Sister, sister come out and save me!” Sorry, big brother, you take the blame for now. Back in the room, I messaged Ethan. [Hubby, my mom misses me, I’m staying home for a few days, don’t miss me.] Unexpectedly Ethan replied quickly: [How many days?] Me: [Three hundred and sixty-five days.] Typed it out as I thought it. I quickly retracted: [A month.] Ethan: [Are you hiding something from me?] The veins on my forehead jumped wildly, frantically typing: [No no, you focus on work.] Ethan didn’t reply again, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then started worrying, how to quietly get rid of this child? Couldn’t think of a way, I went to test my best friend. She scolded righteously: “Is this woman crazy, actually played until pregnant!” I said weakly: “What if this woman is me.” My best friend was silent for a long time. “But then again, is Ethan faultless?” “He does it for so long every time, you didn’t get pregnant, is he sick?” “You just made a mistake that all men in the world make, wanting to leave him a child, although this child isn’t his…” My best friend couldn’t continue, and I couldn’t listen anymore. So I said: “I decided to abort this child.” My best friend suddenly asked: “Then do you want to ask the child’s biological father, that male college student named Ryan?”

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At 3 AM, I posted a cry for help on Rednote. Title: [Found out my husband spent a million dollars on TikTok, what should I do?] The post went viral quickly. Someone asked: [How much allowance does he give you every month? If not much, then you need to talk about it.] I replied: [Fifty thousand.] Unexpectedly, this number completely changed the atmosphere in the comments section: [Where can I find a job with a monthly salary of fifty thousand? You must keep this job!] [Be sweeter, ask for more money. Just treat yourself as a bank teller, and he is a living ATM.] [Suggest saying ‘Husband, you’re awesome’ ten times a day. I dream of this million-dollar annual salary job.] 1 The phone screen glowed coldly in the dark, new comments popping up with every refresh: The teasing, envious, and advising comments from netizens pierced like knives. [Spending fifty or sixty thousand can get a small streamer out for dinner. Spending up to a million means they definitely slept together!] [Meeting up means at least a Chanel gift. My cousin’s husband bought a Bulgari necklace worth 88,000 for his mistress.] [A million can buy a Porsche 718. Maybe the sports car is directly in her name.] I lay in bed, nails digging into my palms, eyes stinging. My mind was full of scenes of tearing the mistress apart and catching them in the act. But the remaining reason held me back firmly: If we tore faces, wouldn’t the assets earned through hard work over these years be shared with that adulterous couple for nothing? At that time, netizens would not only watch the drama but might also scold me for being an old woman who deserved it! Not divorce? Only I would suffer grievance. He used our hard-earned savings to support a young girl outside! Turning to look at the person sleeping next to me, over forty, balding, and fat, a greasy middle-aged man. If it weren’t for us starting a business together these years, where would he get the money to buy gifts for the streamer? My husband’s name is George Zhou, my first love. I wasn’t the very beautiful kind of girl. Before George, no one pursued me. When George pursued me back then, I appeared reserved on the surface but felt lucky inside, pretending to hesitate for only one night before agreeing. He wasn’t handsome. I thought being uglier was safer and wouldn’t attract attention outside. In the second year of marriage, we welcomed a lovely daughter and opened our own logistics company, successful in both career and family. I was very proud then. Who said marriage is the tomb of love? But who could have thought the slap in the face would come so suddenly. The happiness and fulfillment of these years now seem like a joke. With red eyes, I turned the bank statements and payment records upside down, but couldn’t find out which vixen’s pocket this over a million dollars went into. Strangely, his TikTok account was as clean as a newly registered one—let alone tipping records, even likes were flawless. Until I saw that comment, I felt struck by lightning: [Does your husband use a Huawei phone? Huawei has a dual system function. The two systems are completely independent—the apps and data of the main system and the private space are separate and invisible to each other. For example, if he installs TikTok and WeChat in the private space, you can’t find them using the main system.] George indeed used a Huawei phone. Following the online tutorial, I tried to enter the private space of his phone. But failed. Without the password, I couldn’t get in at all. All night, I had complete insomnia, constantly calculating… 2 Tossing and turning until dawn, I fell asleep in a daze. At noon, George called. Looking at the word “Husband” on the screen, I felt nauseous. Rubbed my face hard, took a deep breath before pressing the answer button— “Wifey, are you awake? Saw you sleeping soundly in the morning and didn’t have the heart to wake you. I bought you a bag, put it in the car. I’ll bring it back tonight.” His voice was full of doting, acting very well. “Mm, just woke up. Thanks, hubby.” I suppressed the nausea and responded. “Go tidy up, go out for a stroll, don’t stay cooped up at home. Wait for me to come back for dinner tonight.” “Okay, hubby.” I hung up the phone, pulling a sneer at the corner of my mouth. Wait for you? Wait for you to finish fooling around with that female streamer? … After getting up, I went straight to the underground garage. George has two cars, a luxury car and an ordinary one. He usually drives the ordinary car to work to keep up appearances, but definitely drives the luxury car for dates. I took down the dashcam and went home to check the recordings. He rarely goes on business trips, at most occasionally coming home late. From this point of view, that streamer is eighty percent local—otherwise how could he be on call anytime? If a man doesn’t want something, why would he buy gifts for a streamer? Is it pure love? Not meeting but having spiritual intercourse? I dug out all the times George said he had “social engagements” in the past three months, sitting in front of the computer checking one by one. Every time he came home late, he would message me. Now these records have all become clues for my investigation. Sure enough, I found it. Several times they couldn’t wait as soon as they met, hugging and being intimate right by the car. The other party was like a rose with morning dew, skin so translucent water could be pinched out, waist so thin he could circle it with one hand. George, that old man, leaned over with his beer belly, his oily mouth kissing her smooth face, really like a perfumed lily suddenly stuck in a pile of rotten vegetable leaves in the market. The dashcam surveillance video is saved for three months. In this three-month period, I found six videos of them hugging and gnawing. I copied those videos. Everything needs evidence. Even if divorcing, even if going to court, whoever claims must provide evidence. I need to have evidence. 3 In the evening, George came back. Carrying my favorite cake in one hand and a new bag in the other. “Wifey, the cake shop has a new product, your favorite blueberry flavor. Taste if it’s good, I’ll buy it for you again tomorrow if it is. This bag was recommended by a colleague. Although not your favorite brand, I think it looks good.” His tone was gentle, full of doting. If I hadn’t seen him hugging another woman with my own eyes, I might have foolishly thought I really married a considerate good man. “Thanks, hubby.” I was all smiles. His acting skills are superb, and mine are not bad either. “Come quickly, let’s eat. I made your favorite spicy snails today.” I served the food and called George to eat. “Wow, smells so good, thanks wifey.” Watching George sucking snails with satisfaction, I served him another bowl of soup, “This is what I specially bought from the market. The boss said it’s wild soft-shelled turtle, very fresh and high nutritional value.” George nodded while eating, “Soft-shelled turtle is indeed very nourishing.” I pulled the corner of my mouth lightly, thinking secretly: “Indeed very nourishing, even more nourishing eating with snails. Nourishing enough to cause spleen and stomach deficiency cold.” … Before going to bed, I handed the milk with sleeping pills to George. When he was sound asleep, I unlocked the phone’s private space with his fingerprint. Sure enough, the more than one million he recharged was all tipped to a female streamer named “Cici doesn’t eat coriander”—the girl hugging him in front of the car. WeChat chat records were even more spectacular: “New lingerie arrived, hee hee hee, you have to be gentle tomorrow.” “Can’t tear it like last time yo!” Attached picture was the girl’s mirror selfie. She wore white lace lingerie, blocking her face with the phone, arms squeezing her chest, faintly visible. George replied with a drooling emoji: “Baby is so sexy. Buy ten of this style, let hubby tear slowly.” Then transferred 18,888, remarking “Voluntary Gift”. I sneered, photographing and saving all evidence. “Voluntary Gift?” Ridiculous, this is our joint marital property. George giving me 50,000 a month for household expenses made netizens on Rednote switch sides, but he gave Cici 18,888 at once. Clicking on Cici’s Moments, the latest one was posted last night: In the nine-grid photos, the first one was a candlelight dinner at a high-end restaurant, decanted red wine on the table, captioned “Thanks dear for the anniversary gift~”. The middle ones were her selfies in the mirror, wearing a new dress from a luxury brand; The last one was two hands with fingers interlocked. She wore a brand new Cartier bracelet on her slender wrist. I recognized the man’s hand at a glance, after all, he was still wearing our wedding ring on his ring finger. In the comments section, George’s account left a message: “Glad baby likes it”, followed by three hearts. I stared at the phone screen, fingers tightening unconsciously. This pair of adulterers, happy and free with my money, daring to show affection so blatantly. Cici also has a red 718, soft top convertible. In the photo, her pair of long legs leaned against the front of the car, pleasing to the eye. Half of the money for this car is mine. Every penny George tipped her, half is mine. Those “Voluntary Gift” transfers, half are mine too. At this point, can I still turn the tables? I think… I can. 4 I asked a friend for help. This guy always loves to show off at the drinking table, saying he is some “TikTok level 73 big shot”. However, he opened a high-end business KTV locally, just able to get what I need. I went directly to my friend’s business KTV club. Pushing open the VIP room door, a row of male waiters stood inside. “Just these?” I frowned looking at this group of people in front of me, either too greasy or too green. My friend smiled with a cigarette in his mouth: “Sis, these are all the signatures of our shop.” “Signature?” I sneered, tapping the wine glass lightly with my finger, “I want someone who can hook a gold-digging female streamer.” My friend’s eyes lit up, took out his phone and swiped a few times: “Should have said so earlier! We really have a top card here, just back from Shanghai, specializing in female streamer circles.” He handed over the phone. On the screen was a young man with silver-dyed hair, features exquisite like a mixed-race model, English tattooed on his collarbone, wild and desirable. “Him.” I put the wine glass on the table, “Tell him, as long as he can make that woman take the bait, the commission doubles.” My friend grinned: “Sis, you’re playing a big game?” I stared at the intimate photos of George and Cici on the phone, nails unconsciously digging into my palm: “They show affection with my money, I’ll let them know what retribution means.” My friend’s voice suddenly dropped, “Are you sure?” Immediately after, he leaned into my ear and said seriously: “He has an STD.” I curled my lips and chuckled, “That’s great.” This trip wasn’t in vain. When leaving, I asked my friend: “Besides Taobao, where can I buy a listening device immediately? The kind I can take right away.” He told me the electronics city sells them and gave me a store name. I thanked him and turned to leave. He suddenly stopped me: “Joy Qiao, reminding you, eavesdropping is illegal. Evidence obtained this way won’t be recognized by the court.” “I know, the ‘Public Security Administration Punishments Law’ stipulates that eavesdropping on others’ privacy is punishable by detention for 5 to 10 days and a fine of 500.” My friend laughed: “You know quite a lot.” “Don’t worry,” I stopped, “I won’t spread it, nor will I be stupid enough to use it as evidence. I just want to see how disgusting George can be. Besides—” I hooked the corner of my mouth, “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.”

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Third year of being Lucas Liang’s canary. He found the middle school photo I treasured. The boy circled with a heart. Looked seventy to eighty percent like him. He exhaled a smoke ring lightly, his tone calm as the wind: “Oh, so you treated me as a substitute.” But the hand gripping my shoulder suddenly exerted force— Wishing he could crush me alive. 1 “It hurts~~” I struggled, begging for mercy softly. He extinguished the cigarette, pinching my chin. His lazy and indifferent eyes suddenly darkened, asking lowly: “Do you act so coquettish in front of him too?” I stuffed the photo that accidentally fell out of my bag back into the deepest part of the drawer. As if protecting a treasure. “No way?” I leaned back into his arms, fingers slowly wandering along his exposed muscle lines. Carelessly said: “He doesn’t even know me. “We were just classmates.” Lucas Liang’s big hand held my neck, exerting force. “Then what is our relationship?” He asked. I looked up at him, smiling heartlessly: “Need to ask? Bed partners. “Do you still want to date m… Ah!” Before I finished speaking, Lucas pressed me under him. Don’t know what happened to him today. Exceptionally forceful. Until I cried begging for mercy. He bit my earlobe, saying coldly: “Aren’t we bed partners? What tenderness are you pretending? “Just do it.” 2 Woke up the next morning. My whole body hurt. Lucas was gone. In the empty luxury suite. There was no breakfast on the table that he would order someone to send every time. Only a butler waiting for me. Respectfully said: “Miss Xu, Mr. Liang said. “Let you leave quickly, he—” The butler hesitated, almost biting his tongue: “Don’t occupy the place. “Someone else is coming tonight.” Tsk. Damn Lucas Liang. Why suddenly become so heartless? But no choice, after all I provoked him first back then. Can only endure. Received a call from my best friend on the way. After briefly recounting the process, she was surprised: “Damn, he’s so ruthless? “You’re not sad at all? “Logically you two fooled around together for three years. “No feelings at all?” I stood by the street, took a big bite of the crepe. Mmm, so delicious. “Don’t like him. “If not because he looks like Miles Meng. “How could I provoke him.” After the high school entrance exam, my mom found my diary secretly loving Miles. Forced me to go to an international high school in another city. On the first day of school, I found Lucas Liang who looked seventy percent like Miles. But he was more wicked and unruly than Miles. Rich and powerful, a little bully in school. Everyone said, don’t get close to him. But I ignored it, chose the same university as him, and pursued him recklessly. So, we maintained a physical relationship. For a full three years. Looked up. The most luxurious mall in the capital. Ads for Lucas’s company flashed continuously. People of this status, not for me to like. “Tsk tsk, you like Miles that much. “Come to MX Bar 408 tonight, sister gives you a surprise.” “Bar…” Lucas didn’t allow me to go to bars. Last time caught by him. He tormented me fiercely for three days. I learned my lesson, a bit hesitant. Chloe Chen had to speak: “Miles is there too.” My eyes brightened suddenly. Crepe fell to the ground. “I’m going!” But I didn’t expect, would meet Lucas… In the bar. 3 He stood in the center of the dance floor DJing. Man’s black shirt open, sexy collarbone slightly exposed. Shedding the decency of suit and tie, every move revealed wickedness and arrogance. Under dim lights, I could even see the looming red marks on his neck. That was bitten by me last night when it was too uncomfortable. Shouldn’t he be meeting other women in the hotel? Why is he here. I froze for a moment. Didn’t know whether to walk in. “Penny, why not going in yet? “Isn’t the classmates’ gathering inside?” Turned back. It was Miles’s handsome face like bright moon and gentle breeze. Very like Lucas. But much softer and elegant than him. I froze instantly. Mind full of that summer when fifteen. Boy stood in front of me, holding a kite. Written with “Come on for High School Entrance Exam 100 days” in red handwriting. Inspiring, yet not as heart-moving as him coming. “Penny Xu, let’s test into the same high school okay?” I stared at him blankly. Didn’t notice the chaotic DJ dance music on stage anymore. Straight, followed him into the private room. 4 In the private room, everyone mostly discussed recent situations. When asked about Miles. He smiled gently, said lightly: “General Manager at Liang Group. “In charge of South China market.” My hand holding the cup tightened suddenly. Liang Group? While lost in thought, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. Lucas walked in lazily, looked around. Gaze fell on me. My cup almost fell to the ground. Miles caught my cup, fingertips brushing the back of my hand. Instantly, I felt that gaze became more intense. “Sorry, wrong room.” Lucas said漫不经心. Everyone recognized it was Lucas. All surprised extremely. A few classmates having cooperation with Liang Group. Directly pulled him into the private room to sit. My hand kept shaking. Lucas hated this kind of valueless drinking party most. People who could sit with him obviously weren’t in this room. I comforted myself silently: He definitely won’t come in. But, he strode with long legs, no hesitation. Sat directly beside me. Miles was happy, thinking the boss recognized himself. Didn’t notice— In the corner, wine in my cup all shook out. 5 Fortunately. Lucas didn’t look at me again. Classmates ordered two beauties for him. He didn’t refuse, hugged in arms drinking. Posture dissolute, looking like a playboy. Miles whispered in my ear: “Heard before President Liang was moody, personality very hard to get along with. “Now seems quite approachable.” I pulled lips smiled. Echoed him a few sentences. Miles rarely saw company boss. Kept toasting and flattering. Suddenly, he thought of something. Turned to look at me: “Hey, Penny, did you attend international high school, same school as President Liang? “Do you know each other?” Lucas looked over. Gaze burning, seemed to stare a big hole in me. “Pen… ny…” He dragged the sound, like that summer in junior year. He leaned on me, acting recklessly. Teased: “Doing this is fine, but don’t move real heart.” Looking at Miles’s sincere gaze. I was afraid my disgraceful relationship exposed in front of the boy I secretly loved for more than ten years. Instinctively spoke: “Don’t know! “I and President Liang don’t know each other!” 6 “Ah! “President Liang hurts!” Two girls hugged by Lucas shoulder faces twisted in pain. His handsome face indifferent, looking at me: “Mn, don’t know.” My heart finally put down. 7 Next. Classmates greeted to play Truth or Dare together. They dared not provoke Lucas much. Gaze aimed at me and Miles. “Speaking of Miles, was the most handsome in our class back then. “Monitor Penny, was the most beautiful in our class. “At that time you two went to school and back together every day, Penny even told me, seeing Miles’s eyes heart beat thump thump.” Lucas raised eyes looking at me. When pursuing him. I always said: “Your eyes are especially especially good looking. “I like very much. “So I also especially like you.” Heart unspeakably awkward. Miles laughed very happily. Everyone jeered even more. “Just right, just right, you two lost just now. “Choose what?” I blurted out: “Dare.” I dared not think. If they asked who I like… In front of Lucas, how should I answer. Everyone smiled badly: “Then hug one, then… “Pass poker card with mouth.” Smash! Lucas’s wine glass fell to the ground. Brown liquid all poured on black shirt. I raised eyes, exactly bumping into his wicked phoenix eyes. “Nothing.” He was indifferent. “Drank a bit too much. “I leave first.” He turned and left, taking two beauties. Didn’t even look at me once. Don’t know why. I was a bit lost. More was rejoicing. Because— Miles’s black lacquer-like pupils locked tightly on me. Cramped also sincere, asked: “Penny, can I?”

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Ethan Sterling, a man always aloof and abstinent, drove to pick me up. Surprisingly, he let his new assistant sit in the passenger seat. I knew then that this marriage couldn’t be saved. 1 That day, Ethan Sterling drove to pick me up. When I opened the passenger door, I was stunned. A young and pretty girl was sitting in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at me. “Hello, Mrs. Sterling!” The girl greeted me politely. But she had no intention of getting up to give me the seat. I narrowed my eyes slightly and turned my gaze to Ethan. Ethan lowered his eyes to answer the phone, not noticing the turbulent undercurrent here. We had agreed to go to an auction together today. I was looking forward to this date with him and had dressed up carefully, but I didn’t expect someone else to be sitting in his passenger seat. “Hello, Mrs. Sterling, my name is Bella White. I’m Mr. Sterling’s new assistant.” The girl’s lips curled into a warm smile. Two shallow dimples appeared, looking exceptionally sweet. “I heard you are going to a private auction tonight, so I begged Mr. Sterling to take me along to broaden my horizons. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disturb you.” My heart sank instantly. I knew this aloof and perfect man in front of me too well. He had always kept a distance from others. He wouldn’t let others step into his territory easily. We came together through an arranged marriage. After much consideration, we chose each other. Outsiders joked that I would be living like a widow. But after confirming the relationship. Ethan would hug me with gentle eyes. When passionate, his eyes would also turn slightly red. He said: “You are my wife. Husband and wife are one body. You are naturally different from others.” Today, something seemed to have changed. 2 But I am not a dodder flower who swallows insults silently. I am Summer Xia, who never needs to look at anyone’s face when angry. “Get out!” I drove her away with a cold face, showing no mercy. The girl was stunned for a long time. She didn’t expect that I would embarrass her directly upon our first meeting. Perhaps my tone was too cold and hard. Bella was at a loss for a moment. “So… sorry, Mrs. Sterling.” The girl’s voice carried a hint of crying as she moved to the back seat dejectedly. Ethan just finished his call and looked at us. He realized I was angry. Helplessness and indulgence spread across his face. The man leaned over to fasten my seatbelt. Noticing the seat had been adjusted, I readjusted it extremely impatiently. All this fuss made me furious. “So annoying, why does someone dare to adjust my passenger seat!” The air pressure inside the car dropped, and the girl was too scared to speak again. Ethan frowned slightly. He suggested calmly. “If you’re in a bad mood today, we’ll go home first.” The woman in the rearview mirror was weeping silently. I felt incredibly annoyed. “Bella, right? I’m not in the mood to go now. You take a taxi back yourself. Mr. Sterling and I are going home.” The girl’s face was pale as she looked weakly at Ethan. The man had no intention of bail her out. The girl got out of the car in despair. 3 Ethan wouldn’t embarrass me in front of outsiders. He always knew how to control his emotions. So he suggested: go home. If there’s an issue, solve it at home. This is our tacit understanding for many years. “She’s just a college student who just entered society. Why do you bicker with her over these things?” Ethan pulled me into his arms. “First time.” Ethan was puzzled: “What?” “In so many years, this is the first time you let another woman sit in your passenger seat.” The man didn’t expect that this was what I cared about. The circle knows how excellent Ethan is. Countless women like him. But he kept himself clean. Flowers dazzle the eyes, but none stick to him. Ethan smiled faintly and rubbed my stray hair. “Can’t believe this made you jealous.” The man leaned down to kiss me, his nose brushing my cheek. “She is my subordinate, nothing more. “I won’t have any other relationship with her.” Ethan cupped my face, gazing into my eyes. He made a promise in a deep voice. 4 A woman’s sixth sense is always accurate. Even though I had only met Bella once. Intuition told me that this girl definitely had other ideas about Ethan. I thought the initial display of power was enough. Unexpectedly, the auction necklace that should have been given to me was worn on the girl’s neck the next day. Ethan’s chief assistant, Heidi, sent me a photo and a screenshot of a WeChat Moment. In the photo, the crescent diamond necklace hung on Bella’s fair neck, making her look even more charming and lovely. The girl’s eyes were red and swollen, but there was a smile on her lips. Presumably, she cried a lot last night after going home. And received someone’s gift. In the screenshot, it was Bella’s Moment: [The President said girls should be strong even when wronged! [Wipe away tears, yes sir, my President!] A few cute emojis of clenched fists cheering. And a picture of the necklace in the box. At that moment, my blood almost coagulated. Although hard to admit, I must confess. I was provoked by her almost to the point of losing my composure. This feeling was uncomfortable, like a beloved white handkerchief stained with a smear of mosquito blood. This feeling was strange to me. I even wanted to drive my yellow Ferrari at 110 mph and slap that woman twice regardless of the truth. But looking at my hand, I felt it was too degrading to take a low-quality green tea bitch seriously. I called Dodo at Hermes. There was uncontrollable joy in Dodo’s tone. She promised me over the phone. “Mrs. Sterling, don’t worry. Even if I have to empty Shanghai today, I will get all the goods ready and deliver them all to you!” So that day. Before getting off work. Except for Bella, all assistants and general office girls of the executives at Sterling Group headquarters, totaling forty-six people, received a generous gift from the President’s wife— A Hermes necklace worth twenty thousand dollars. Although the unit price couldn’t compare to the three hundred thousand dollar auction necklace, the victory was in numbers, which could be considered impartial. Heidi handled things smoothly. She required everyone to post on Moments with the text— [The President’s wife says every girl deserves better! [Clench fists, yes ma’am, my President’s wife!] The girls who received the gifts were naturally happy to cooperate. As assistants and general office staff. They were almost the gossip center of the entire company. Now receiving gifts from the President’s wife, who wouldn’t happily post pictures and text? Some smart ones added a sentence to their post: [The President’s wife really knows how to play!] The assistants might not have much influence in the company, but their ability to spread news across departments is terrifying. Within half an hour, the whole company knew that the President’s wife gave everyone Hermes necklaces. As for the reason, the major gossip groups were already buzzing with discussion. Bella’s face was pale, as if greatly insulted. She red-eyed, hid in the bathroom to take off the diamond necklace. Two colleagues who came in to touch up their makeup saw her and snorted meaningfully. Bella was ashamed. She lowered her head and walked out of the bathroom quickly, the ridicule behind her becoming more unscrupulous. Her cheeks burned as she put the necklace into the box. Returning it to Ethan untouched.

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I wore a sexy little dress under my coat, daring and flirtatious, more provocative than anyone on the street corner. Because today is my anniversary with my husband, and I wanted to give him a little surprise! When we entered the KTV room, I playfully mentioned my little secret for meeting my boyfriend, then tore open my coat. His eyes went straight! Jealously, he asked if I had been wearing this all day. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Yes, I kept my coat buttoned at work. It was so nerve-wracking and thrilling. I just wanted to jump into your arms after work.” He happily hugged me and kept kissing me. Suddenly remembering the pharmacy was about to close, he rushed out hurriedly, telling me to wait for him. I sighed, thinking men over thirty really have to rely on medicine. My husband finishes fights in the ring in three minutes, and at home without medicine, it’s also three minutes. But it’s okay, I really love him. 1 I sat happily in the private room singing, thinking about how to dance for my husband later, when a waiter suddenly walked in. Startled, I quickly told him to leave first, wanting to put on my coat. Unexpectedly, the waiter walked up to me, suddenly grabbed my hair, and slapped me hard across the face, shouting: “Get the hell out!” The sudden slap stunned me. Clutching my burning face, his spit sprayed on my face as he cursed, disgusting me to the point of nausea. My whole head was buzzing, a fear I had never felt before rose in my heart. My husband usually jokes calling me a tigress, but at this moment, I couldn’t help trembling all over. That slap just now made me unable to stand steady. My legs went soft instantly. I didn’t understand why I was beaten. A warm flow rushed to my head, and my nose started bleeding. I touched my nose, my palm covered in blood. I wanted to ask why he hit me, but he was already dragging me out by my hair! I arched my back like a shrimp, trying hard to retreat. The pain in my head made me cry uncontrollably. I felt like my scalp was being torn off! But he found me too noisy and suddenly punched me hard in the stomach, roaring: “Shut up!” I was hit so hard my stomach contracted, breathless, almost vomiting! He opened the private room door, ensured no one was passing by, and quickly dragged me into the nearest stairwell in the hallway. There were many guests in the KTV, but every room had heavy doors and loud music. No one could hear my cries! After being dragged into the stairwell, he dragged me upstairs. In desperation, I remembered my husband telling me that the best way to fight an opponent with a significant strength difference is to push their chin with all your might. While the waiter wasn’t paying attention, I used all my strength and pushed hard on his chin! An unbelievable thing happened. This waiter, taller and stronger than me, was pushed backward by me and fell heavily to the ground! But the problem was, he was still holding onto me! I was dragged down the stairs with him, my knees hitting the ground hard. The pain made me hug my legs and scream in agony. The waiter also hit his head. Angrily, he punched towards my face. I subconsciously imitated my husband, covering my head with both hands and using my elbows to counter his fist. But after all, I’m not my husband. I knew what to do, but my speed was too slow! Let alone blocking the attack, his fist hit my ear before my hands could fully raise. My head buzzed, and everything around me began to spin. I couldn’t control it and vomited uncomfortably. The waiter climbed up. Not satisfied with one punch, he cursed and dragged me upstairs again. Unlike the luxurious decoration of the KTV, the top floor here was just ordinary whitewashed walls. This was the staff dormitory, and there was a small room. The waiter opened the small room door. I saw several strong men inside. I subconsciously wanted to cover my little dress, but the waiter kicked me hard in the waist, and I fell directly to the floor. A middle-aged woman sat on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette in her mouth. She glanced at me lightly and asked coldly: “Coming to my turf to steal business?” At this moment, I understood everything. I had seen a real news story before. An open-minded girl went to a KTV, and just because she dressed too sexily, she was forcibly dragged away in the hallway by the pimp in the KTV, who thought she was a hostess stealing business on his turf. But I’m not! I didn’t dress sexy at all. I only unbuttoned my coat for my husband after entering the private room! And I knew the KTV had glass doors, so I specifically sat in the corner where the waiter couldn’t see! I am a woman who cares about her reputation. I have a husband. How could I let outsiders see me in a sexy little dress! Instantly, I understood everything. This KTV private room likely has illegal cameras installed! 2 I said in terror that I was a customer here to spend money. Hearing this, her face darkened instantly. Suddenly, she flicked the burning cigarette butt directly onto my face, roaring angrily: “Do you think I’m an idiot! What customer dresses as slutty as you!” I was so scared I cried and screamed, slapping my face hard, fearing the burning part of the cigarette was still on my face. I had never encountered such a thing in my life. Now, besides fear, my mind couldn’t calm down at all! I cried saying I was really a customer, the one downstairs was my husband, he would be back soon, please let me go. The waiter said impatiently: “If you don’t talk properly, every man here will be your husband in a moment!” I shivered all over. I knew what he meant. Every man here was looking at me with disgusting eyes. One of them even laughed: “Who knows if she’s clean. I don’t want to get syphilis or gonorrhea.” This was humiliation I had never suffered. I said angrily: “I’m not a prostitute, I’m calling the police right now!” I took out my phone. They didn’t intend to stop me. The middle-aged woman also laughed: “Who are you scaring? Come on, call the police right now. If you don’t, you’re a son of a bitch.” I immediately dialed 911. When the call connected, I quickly said: “I’ve been kidnapped, I’m at Noble KTV, I…” The faces of these laughing people suddenly turned very ugly. The waiter cursed, suddenly grabbed my phone, hung up, and immediately turned it off! He said in disbelief: “A prostitute really dares to call the police?” I said I wasn’t a prostitute, I was here to spend money! The waiter nervously asked the middle-aged woman: “Sister Red, did we catch the wrong person?” This middle-aged woman called Sister Red stared at me, suddenly took my phone, removed the SIM card, turned it on, ordered me to unlock the phone, and looked through it. Finally, her face became very ugly, gritting her teeth: “Caught the wrong person.” I breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, snatched back the phone, and said: “Can I go now?” I hurriedly tried to walk out, but Sister Red suddenly said wait. The waiter locked the door, telling me not to leave yet. The atmosphere became weird. People looked nervously at Sister Red. The waiter couldn’t help asking: “Sister Red, what if she tells?” I was really about to breakdown. I am a victim. I was inexplicably beaten and dragged. But at the moment the truth came out, these perpetrators only considered their own safety and didn’t care about my feelings at all. Sister Red was silent for a while, suddenly opened her bag, took out a few hundred dollars, put them in my hand, and said: “Take this money, consider it our apology.” I didn’t understand why she thought a few hundred dollars could solve the problem. But I knew better than to suffer immediate losses. I took the money, said I would keep it secret, and hurriedly tried to leave. However, they still didn’t open the door. Sister Red stared into my eyes and finally said: “You can’t leave yet.” She took my phone again and wanted me to unlock it. At this moment, I hesitated. She clearly found out I wasn’t a prostitute just now. Why does she want to look at my phone now? I instinctively had a bad premonition and asked what she wanted to do. She said: “Don’t worry about it, just unlock it. At most ten minutes, I’ll let you go. If the police come later, just say you were drunk and called the police randomly, and someone stopped you.” I shook my head repeatedly. I had guessed what she wanted to do. Opening Alipay (or banking apps), she could see my ID and registered address. Opening DoorDash (or food delivery apps), she could see my home delivery address. I shook my head repeatedly. I absolutely cannot let such people know my home address! These are social hooligans. I dare not imagine what they would do! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red said: “Just now when I opened WeChat, I saw a chat group called Spring Kindergarten Middle Class. You don’t want to bring trouble to yourself, do you?” This simple sentence almost suffocated me! She already knew which kindergarten my child attended! 3 Sister Red shook the phone, signaling me to unlock. I gritted my teeth and said: “No.” She frowned: “If you cooperate, there won’t be so much trouble.” I said angrily: “I won’t cooperate! People in your line of work will be caught by the police sooner or later! When someone anonymously reports you, and you suspect me, what if you come to trouble my family!” I’m not brain-dead. These people will be reported to the police sooner or later. Once she suspects it was me, what then? They don’t need reasons or evidence to suspect and retaliate against people. These are dregs of society. They retaliate based only on their own judgment! I can transfer my child to another kindergarten immediately. But if they know my home address, in this era of plummeting housing prices, do I have to sell my house at a loss of hundreds of thousands to hide from them?! If I sell the house now, my family will lose $80,000! How many times does my husband have to get beaten black and blue in the ring to make up $80,000! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red took a deep breath and said: “It was wrong of us to hit you just now. I can say sorry to you, and I paid you money. But remember, forgive when possible. You are looking for trouble for yourself.” She ordered me to unlock the phone again, but I still refused. Once unlocked, it would be like placing a time bomb over my family. My family would never have peace! Sister Red got anxious. She pointed at my nose and asked arrogantly: “Did I give you too much face? You unlock it today whether you want to or not!” As soon as she finished speaking, those men rushed up together. They grabbed my arm and pressed my finger down! I understood; they wanted to use fingerprint unlock! I tried hard to pull my hand back. I learned from those who couldn’t beat my husband in the ring, curling my body into a ball. When they came to pull my hand out, I held on tight and never let go, using all my strength to resist them. But this isn’t a ring after all! There are no rules here! Seeing I refused to submit, the waiter got anxious. He suddenly picked up the stool Sister Red was sitting on and smashed it hard on my arm! The stool shattered directly on my arm. The heart-tearing pain made me let out a miserable scream! The waiter said viciously: “Would it kill you to cooperate! At worst, I’ll break your hand and see how you exert force!” My hand lost sensation from the smash. I struggled to use force, but the pain from inside the muscles made me unable to exert any strength! Seeing the opportunity, they quickly grabbed my arm and tried to unlock the phone. My arm was already injured by the smash. How could I resist the strength of so many people now? Seeing my finger getting closer and closer to the unlock button, I could only make a fist and not extend my finger. The waiter immediately grabbed my finger and tried to pry it open with all his might, completely ignoring my twisted finger! I was in agony, but at this critical moment, the faces of my husband and child appeared in my mind. I have a happy family. I absolutely cannot bring such big trouble home! In desperation, I stopped resisting. I lunged forward with my head and bit my own finger! They didn’t realize what I was going to do, and I bit my thumb hard with all my strength! Sister Red understood immediately. She shouted anxiously: “Stop her biting! Make her stop!” They all got anxious, punching my head one after another, especially the waiter. Although he caught the wrong person initially, he seemed to have the greatest hatred towards me. He grabbed my hair, punching my head again and again, roaring at me: “Let go! Are you done yet! Do you insist on blowing things up!” So painful! Tears flowed from pain, but I just couldn’t give up. Until the taste of blood spread in my mouth, I bit a deep wound on my finger, blood gushing out constantly. I finally let go. Seeing the wound on my finger, Sister Red cursed a few times. She quickly brought tissues to wipe the blood off my finger, then tried to unlock. But it was useless! The large wound had destroyed the fingerprint. No matter how hard she pressed my finger, the phone prompted unlock failure, requiring a password! I gasped in pain. Fortunately, I only registered one fingerprint, and fortunately, I didn’t enable face unlock. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! Sister Red’s face turned livid with anger. Just then, the waiter’s walkie-talkie suddenly rang: “Police are coming! What did you guys do?” They all panicked. Sister Red hurriedly said: “Drag her inside, don’t let the police see!” I didn’t understand what “drag inside” meant. This room is already so small; what inside could there be? They suddenly ran to the wall of the small room. This wall was black wood. Seeing them push hard, I realized there was a cave within a cave. This wooden board was a heavy sliding door without a handle. Inside was a monitoring room showing surveillance footage of various private rooms. Seeing this scene, I wasn’t very surprised. From the beginning, I guessed they had illegal cameras; otherwise, how could they know my outfit in the private room? These people record the situation in the KTV. Whether it’s couples or hostesses, everything they do will be recorded by them! They dragged me into the small room. Sister Red gritted her teeth and said to me: “Listen, we don’t sell those videos. We installed these cameras because we are afraid the hostesses mess around in the private rooms. Don’t frame us falsely when you get out, do you understand?” I ignored Sister Red’s words. Because I saw my husband came back. He held his phone anxiously, knocking on doors one by one. I knew he was asking about me. Seeing my husband looking for me, I couldn’t help shedding tears. He spoils me and takes care of me, but just upstairs from him, I suffered such beating and abuse! He must have called me many times, but my SIM card was removed, so he couldn’t get through at all! At the same time, I saw something shocking. This surveillance also captured the KTV reception desk. Police were already questioning the receptionist, but they led the police elsewhere. While the police were away, the receptionist quickly opened the computer case and roughly pulled out the hard drive. The scene of me being dragged out of the private room just now must have been captured by the surveillance! So they absolutely cannot let the police see the surveillance! But this KTV has two surveillance systems. The outer system probably only sees public areas, not the situation in each private room! In this small room, I could see their actions! They all came in, closing the heavy door of this small room. Especially the waiter, who didn’t forget to wipe the blood off the floor before coming in. An anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie: “I removed the hard drive, what next?” The speaker should be that receptionist. The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and said: “Don’t let the police see. Give the hard drive to us now, then go back to work. Otherwise, if the police see you suddenly missing, they will definitely be suspicious.” The receptionist asked again: “What if the police want to see the surveillance?” The waiter said impatiently: “Just say the surveillance is broken!” Now I understand why whenever there’s critical news in society, the surveillance is always broken. Whether the surveillance is broken or not depends entirely on the shop owner’s words! Just then, I heard the sound of leather shoes outside. I also vaguely heard someone saying: “We are just running a business. There are so many and mixed customers; we don’t know who called the police.” It’s the police outside! The door of this small room is very heavy; ordinary sounds can’t penetrate! Hearing it now, there’s only one possibility! The police are right next to me; they are checking the dormitory area! I hurriedly wanted to speak, but Sister Red and the others immediately gagged me, not letting me make any sound no matter what! I could only struggle to whimper. In desperation, the waiter strangled my neck hard, making me breathless, rolling my eyes hard! I tried hard to make some noise, even just kicking the floor with my shoes. As long as I attract the police’s attention, I have a chance to leave here! But they held down my hands and feet together, preventing any part of my body from making a sound. The sound of leather shoes rang out. The police probably didn’t find any useful clues here and went downstairs first. I couldn’t even breathe in despair. Everyone was staring at the secret door panel, while my gaze was on my husband in the surveillance screen. My vision began to blur gradually. I thought, I might really die here today. He is just downstairs, but I can’t touch him. This sorrowful despair suffocates me more than covering my mouth and nose. In the surveillance screen, my husband was still knocking on doors looking for my trace. Suddenly, the receptionist hurried past him, walked a few steps towards the stairwell, probably saw the police, and quickly retreated. My husband happened to look back. The receptionist probably realized the police were getting closer. In desperation, she actually lifted her skirt and hid the hard drive in her safety pants. This scene happened to be seen by my husband. Sure enough, in that surveillance screen, I saw the police passing by the receptionist. The police were talking to the receptionist. She should be lying to the police that she was going to the toilet, pointing to the toilet location. As the police left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But I saw my husband catch up with the receptionist in a few steps and grab her shoulder. In the video, the receptionist was scared and wanted to scream, but seemingly thinking the police were not far away, she quickly covered her mouth. At this time, people were secretly checking the situation outside. Except for me, no one noticed my husband looked up at the surveillance camera. We seemed to look at each other across the screen. He grabbed the receptionist and dragged her out of the surveillance range, disappearing. Just then, they came back from the outer room. Sister Red said to me coldly: “The police have left. I advise you not to play any tricks!” The waiter also looked relieved. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: “The police went down. Give the hard drive to us, then find a lock to lock the stairwell door. This bitch refuses to cooperate, it will take some time. Don’t let anyone come upstairs during this time, hear me?” There was no sound from the walkie-talkie. The waiter frowned and asked: “Asking you, did you hear?” Still no sound from the walkie-talkie. Sister Red asked: “Could it be out of battery?” The waiter said: “Impossible, we were communicating fine just now.” Sister Red asked again: “Did she forget the walkie-talkie at the front desk? It’s over if the police hear it!” The waiter shook his head: “Impossible. I just saw her in the surveillance. The walkie-talkie was on her waist; she definitely heard us.” People looked at the surveillance screen doubtfully but just couldn’t find the receptionist. But just then, I saw my husband appear in the surveillance screen. He opened the stairwell door and walked in. Seeing my husband, these people were stunned. Sister Red said quickly: “That man came up, looks familiar.” The waiter quickly pointed at me: “Seems to be her man.” Sister Red panicked, quickly said to a man: “Probably looking for his wife. Go quickly, tell him upstairs is staff area, customers not allowed.” The man nodded and went out quickly. I looked at the door worriedly, while Sister Red was still forcing me to unlock the phone. She handed the phone to me, gritting her teeth: “My patience has run out. I advise you not to provoke me further.” Panting, I took the phone. I said: “Okay, I’ll unlock.” Seeing I was willing to unlock, she breathed a sigh of relief. And I held the phone, quickly inputting the password. First time, failed. Second and third time, also failed. Soon, the phone popped up a prompt: “You have entered the wrong password three times consecutively, please try again in ten minutes!” I handed the phone to Sister Red. She stared blankly at the screen, her expression becoming uglier and uglier. She murmured: “You really aren’t afraid of death.”

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My sister-in-law’s eyesight isn’t very good. Before they got married, I was walking down the street side-by-side with my brother. She mistook me for a mistress and punched me straight in the face. My eyeball ruptured, leaving me blind in one eye. Yet, my future sister-in-law, Tiffany, just stuck out her tongue and laughed, “My eyesight is bad; I made a mistake. I’m about to marry your brother, so we’ll be family soon. You shouldn’t hold a grudge against me.” My mom and brother also told me to let it go, saying I shouldn’t ruin my brother’s lifelong happiness. After the wedding, I was taking a shower at home when Tiffany rushed into the bathroom with a kettle of boiling water and poured it over me. I suffered severe burns all over my body, but Tiffany cried and threw herself into my brother’s arms, sobbing, “I just love you too much. I can’t stand any woman being near you.” My brother was touched by her words and didn’t blame her. My entire family dumped me in the hospital to rot, and I eventually died from a massive infection. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before I went out with my brother. 1 “Tiffany’s birthday is coming up. I need to get her a gift. Sis, come with me to pick one out.” Brandon shoved my shoulder, jolting me awake. The phantom pain of scalding water burning my skin hadn’t faded yet. I immediately rolled up my sleeve, only to find my arm smooth and unscarred. “What are you doing? Let’s go,” Brandon urged, his voice raising a notch when I didn’t respond. I ignored him and checked the date on my phone. Finally, I was sure. I had been reborn. “I can’t. My stomach has been killing me these past few days. I can’t go out,” I said, clutching my abdomen and frowning. “You always have so many issues. I’m a woman too; I know you’re just faking it. Get up and go shopping with your brother!” My mom heard the commotion and walked over, yanking my arm forcefully. Caught off guard, I fell to the floor. The pain I was faking suddenly became real. But now wasn’t the time to argue. I couldn’t go out. I had to save my eyes. “Mom, why don’t you go with Brandon? You have better taste than I do. If Tiffany knows you picked the gift, she’ll be even happier.” Mom rolled her eyes. “I’m busy. I don’t have time.” I knew exactly what was happening. Brandon wanted me to go so I would pay for the gift. Mom knew it too, which was why she didn’t want to go. I immediately took out my phone and transferred a sum of money to him. “I’ll pay for it. Since the season is changing, buy yourself some new clothes too.” Seeing the money, Mom’s expression softened instantly. Seeing that the bill was covered, Brandon didn’t care who went with him anymore. “Fine. Mom, go change your clothes. Let’s head out.” Mom turned to go to her bedroom, and I followed her. “Mom, wear this one. It looks good and makes you look younger and vibrant.” I pulled a bright-colored outfit from the closet and handed it to her. She put it on without a second thought. Watching the two of them leave, I let out a long sigh of relief. But soon, I followed them out. Brandon and Mom went to the mall. Brandon already knew what he wanted to buy, so they headed straight for the luxury counters on the first floor. I watched from a distance but didn’t approach. Soon, a familiar figure appeared. Brandon’s girlfriend, Tiffany, was walking arm-in-arm with her best friend toward the counters. Her friend spotted Brandon first. “Tiff, isn’t that your boyfriend over there?” Tiffany squinted and looked. She saw Brandon walking arm-in-arm with a woman, talking and laughing, looking very happy. Because the woman had her hair down, Tiffany couldn’t see her face clearly. But it didn’t matter if she could see the face. Confirming it was a woman was enough. “Great. He lied to me saying he was picking out a gift for me, but he’s actually messing around with some homewrecker. Watch me teach her a lesson!” Tiffany rolled up her sleeves and charged forward, shouting at their backs, “Brandon!” Mom and Brandon turned their heads at the sound. The next second, a fist smashed right into my mom’s eye socket. “Ah!” Mom screamed, clutching her eye and stumbling back a few steps. “You’re really desperate, aren’t you? Even going for someone this old? If you want to break up, just say it!” Brandon was terrified. When he snapped out of it, he immediately went to support Mom. Seeing this, Tiffany got even angrier. “I’ll beat you to death, you old fox! Shameless old hag!” “Are you crazy?! That’s my mom!” Brandon shouted. Tiffany’s hand froze in mid-air. “W-what?” Mom covered her eye, wailing in pain. “My eye hurts so much! I can’t see! Son, my eye!” “Auntie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I thought you were…” Tiffany reached out to help Mom, but after being punched, Mom wasn’t about to be nice. She ignored Tiffany and grabbed onto Brandon, screaming, “Take me to the hospital! Son, Mom can’t see!” They immediately hailed a taxi to the hospital, ignoring Tiffany the entire time. Knowing she was in the wrong and not wanting to break up yet, Tiffany followed them. Watching this farce from the shadows, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. 2 In my previous life, after Tiffany blinded me, I demanded police involvement. But Tiffany self-righteously claimed, “My eyesight is bad. Who told you two to walk so close? Even if you’re siblings, you should have boundaries.” “You only lost one eye. Are you going to ruin your brother’s happiness forever? As a sister, you’re too vicious.” I was so angry I almost vomited blood. I took out my phone to call the police, but Mom snatched it away and slapped me across the face. “You troublemaker! You’re just blind in one eye, not both! Will you only be satisfied if your brother is unhappy?!” Because I became disabled, the promotion that belonged to me was gone. The leadership moved me to a dead-end position serving tea and water. Then came the boiling water incident. After I was scalded, Tiffany laughed maniacally. “Fox, burn to death! Burn to death!” When the steam cleared and she realized it was me, she feigned shock. “Why is it you, sis? Why are you showering in the middle of the day? Are you trying to seduce my husband?” I was in agony all over. Ignoring my nakedness, I rushed out and called 911. I needed skin grafts. But Brandon and Mom stole my savings and told the doctors, “We’re giving up treatment. Just let her pass away.” Before I died from infection, Tiffany stood over my hospital bed, looking down at me. “In your next life, stay away from other people’s husbands. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.” I died in excruciating pain. At my funeral, that adulterous couple still smeared my name, claiming I seduced my own brother and that my death was karma. I lived in pain and died without peace. Thankfully, the heavens opened their eyes and gave me another chance. This time, I won’t let a single one of these villains go. 3 Brandon contacted me on the way, telling me to come to the hospital. When I arrived, the doctor was examining Mom. Tiffany looked me up and down when she saw me. “You are?” In this life, I deliberately kept my distance from them, so she hadn’t met me yet. I smiled. “You must be Tiffany. I’m Brandon’s sister. You two are really a perfect match.” Hearing this, Tiffany didn’t say anything else. Her punch in the mall had used all her strength. She had intended to beat the “mistress” to death. Mom’s eyeball had ruptured on impact, and blood was continuously flowing from the corner of her eye. The doctor sighed. “We must perform surgery immediately to remove the eyeball.” Hearing this news, Mom gasped, rolled her good eye back, and nearly fainted. I quickly stepped forward to support her. “My poor mother! Who did this to you? How will you live with only one eye?!” Hearing my wailing, Mom immediately remembered she hadn’t settled the score with Tiffany yet. She stood up, grabbed Tiffany by the hair, and slapped her repeatedly with her free hand. “Bitch! Give me back my eye! Give me back my eye!” Tiffany was a bully who only picked on the weak. She was good at sneak attacks but was no match for my mom in a real fight. Beaten without the ability to fight back, she could only scream for Brandon to save her. Brandon didn’t know who to help, so he could only separate them. “Son, break up with this little slut immediately! This kind of woman absolutely cannot enter our family!” Tiffany, eyes filled with tears from the beating, clung to Brandon’s arm. “Hubby, I know I was wrong. I just lost my reason because I love you too much.” Then she looked at Mom. “Auntie, I’ve decided to devote myself to you. I’ll marry into your family as an apology. I’ll be your daughter-in-law, take care of you, and be your eyes.” Hearing this, a satisfied smile appeared on Brandon’s face. He was clearly happy with this outcome. However, Mom was not. She cursed at Tiffany, “Our family doesn’t dare to take a shrew like you! Get out! I don’t want to see you!” She didn’t forget to threaten Brandon, “If you stay with this woman, don’t call me your mother!” Seeing the stalemate, I quickly stepped in to smooth things over and led the two of them out of the ward. I sighed. “Mom is furious right now; she won’t listen to anything. You two wait outside for a bit. I’ll talk to her.” Tiffany, having just been beaten, had no patience for my mom and sat down heavily on a bench. Brandon immediately followed her. After they left, I returned to the ward. Tiffany had to marry into our family. The suffering I endured in my past life, this family needed to taste it too. I sat next to Mom and spoke earnestly, “Mom, calm down. Don’t ruin your health. The damage is done. Let’s think about the future.” Mom, still angry, looked at me. “What do you mean?” A while later, I called the two outside back in. “I agree to let you marry my son,” Mom said to Tiffany. 4 Tiffany’s face lit up, but before she could speak, Mom stopped her. “But I have conditions.” “First, you blinded one of my eyes. You have to pay for the surgery and hospitalization.” “Second, regarding the expensive wedding gifts and financial demands, I think we can skip that. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re Brandon’s girlfriend, I would have called the police. With my injury, if I pressed charges, you’d go to prison.” Tiffany was unhappy about skipping the financial gifts, but Mom immediately threatened to call the police. I quickly advised Tiffany, “Tiff, once you marry in, we’re family. Talking about money hurts relationships. Besides, you and Brandon aren’t married yet. If Mom really calls the police and arrests you, what will you do? This isn’t a domestic dispute; it’s a crime! It would ruin your future children’s chances for government jobs.” Not paying the engagement money benefited Brandon, so he immediately joined us in persuading Tiffany. She couldn’t out-talk three mouths and finally agreed. Hearing that their daughter had blinded her future mother-in-law, Tiffany’s parents didn’t dare say anything either. Because Mom needed surgery, there was no wedding ceremony. They just got the marriage certificate, and the matter was settled. Mom’s eyeball was removed, leaving a dark, hollow socket. I bought her an eyepatch so she wouldn’t scare people. Tiffany moved into our house. Mom was busy finding trouble for her every day and completely ignored me. Perhaps because they were newlyweds, Brandon and Tiffany’s relationship was still quite good. But Tiffany wouldn’t stop causing drama. One day, Tiffany wanted to visit her parents and asked Brandon to drive her. When she got in the car, she found the passenger seat had been moved forward. This time, she was slightly more rational. She didn’t make a scene immediately but kept it in mind. When she came back, she pretended to ask me casually, “Sis, did you sit in Brandon’s passenger seat a few days ago and adjust the seat?” I looked blank. “Adjust the seat? No, I didn’t.” Tiffany was silent for a moment. “Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me.” “Yeah, I’m taller than you. If I adjusted it, I’d move it back, not forward.” After I said this, Tiffany’s hand clenched into a fist. She was already short. If the seat was moved forward, it meant the person was shorter than her. It could only be a woman. In Tiffany’s eyes, this was undoubtedly a provocation. This “mistress” was very arrogant. But it didn’t matter. She had ways to deal with her. Seeing the cruel smile on her face, I knew what she was planning. I silently stepped back into my room to avoid being caught in the crossfire. That evening, Brandon, who usually arrived home at 6:30, was late. Mom called him, but he didn’t answer. Tiffany smiled. “Mom, don’t wait for him. Let’s eat first. He probably won’t be back for a while.” Hearing this, Mom snorted coldly. “Eat, eat, you only know how to eat. My son works so hard outside and can’t even get a hot meal when he comes home.” Tiffany was clearly in a good mood and didn’t argue with Mom. A while later, the door opened. Brandon came back looking like he had lost his soul, his eyes dull, his forehead dripping with sweat. He looked up and scanned the three of us. Then he gritted his teeth and spoke, “Which one of you put superglue on my car seat?”

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I had a two-year relationship with a younger guy. He was good-looking, sunny, energetic, and likable. When I planned to take things further, we had a conflict. In a fit of anger, the man stopped calling me “sister” and blurted out a phrase instead. “Old turtle.” Later, at his lively birthday party, I happened to be dining at the next table with a new man I met. He rushed over crazily: “Sister, let’s stop the cold war, okay?” I looked at him with a faint smile: “Sorry, we’ve already broken up.” “By the way, don’t call me sister anymore. Call me sister-in-law.” 1 When the words came out, both Ethan Clark and I were stunned. “Old turtle.” I never thought this term would come out of Ethan’s mouth. “I, I didn’t mean that.” Ethan’s face softened a bit, but his words still didn’t yield an inch: “Anya, I’m only in my early twenties. Do you want me to be as lifeless as you at such a young age?” I felt inexplicably tired. Ethan is young and energetic. Still a graduate student, after we moved in together, he had dinner parties every two or three days, often playing until two or three in the morning before coming back. I didn’t have his energy, plus with recent work pressure, I often suffered from insomnia and was a light sleeper. Every time Ethan opened the door and came back drunk at night, the noise would ruin my whole night. For one or two months in a row, my mental state had tightened into a string, and the fatigue caused by poor sleep eroded my body. I tried to persuade him to reduce such unnecessary gatherings. In a fit of anger, Ethan blurted out a sentence. “No wonder they all say you’re an old turtle, an old woman who doesn’t even allow parties.” At that moment, I was stunned. It was as if I had never clearly known the man in front of me. Stalemate for a few minutes. Ethan’s phone rang, and a male voice on the other end urged: “Ethan, haven’t arrived yet? Not trapped at home by Sister Anya, are you?” “No way, Brother Ethan, that old turtle even restricts your personal freedom?” The latter sentence was said by a girl. I had seen this girl, considered the group favorite among Ethan’s brothers. She looked cute and well-behaved, but her character was somewhat disgusting. “Shut up.” Ethan frowned irritably and hung up the phone abruptly. He looked at me, his tone slightly softened: “I won’t come back tonight, won’t disturb your sleep.” With a “bang”, the door was closed. I stared at the direction of the door for a long time before lowering my eyebrows. Just four years older. When good, he sweetly called me sister. When arguing and angry, Ethan’s truest thoughts were exposed. I am four years older than him. Old turtle. 2 Ethan indeed didn’t come back that night. Having taken half a sleeping pill, I slept well for once. Woken up by my biological clock, it was only past six when I got up. There was a sound of the door opening outside the room. Getting up to wash and go out, outside was Ethan who just came back. He carried the breakfast I loved in his hand. Seeing me wake up, Ethan took out a small box from his pocket like offering a treasure, containing the necklace I had kept in my shopping cart for a long time but was reluctant to buy. “About last night, I said the wrong thing. Don’t hold it against me, okay?” Ethan is like this. Relationships with younger guys aren’t easy. In these two years, we argued quite a few times. He wasn’t stingy in spending thought on me, various bouquets, luxury goods I fancied in my shopping cart but was reluctant to buy. In the past, coaxing would pass. But this time, I understood very clearly. This matter couldn’t pass in my heart. The three words “old turtle” ultimately tore apart all the false affection between him and me. Very disgusting. Ethan thought this was just a trivial argument and vainly tried to coax me with the old tricks. But I felt it was extremely boring, tone flat: “I’m not angry anymore, go back to your room and catch up on sleep.” Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. After he entered the room, I put the necklace on the entrance cabinet. This sweet date couldn’t coax away the slap from last night. 3 In the following days, Ethan was busy with his studies, and his schedule became much more regular. Until the weekend, he tentatively asked me: “Sally Xu’s birthday, singing karaoke tonight, won’t play very late.” Sally, the girl who called me “old turtle” on the phone that day. Also a girl, I could see Sally’s meaning. “I haven’t sung for a long time either.” I looked at Ethan and suddenly said a sentence. Ethan was stunned: “Sister wants to go too?” “Can’t I?” I rarely participated in his activities. In the first half-year of passionate love, he pestered me to go a few times. Later found that those noisy occasions were indeed not suitable for my personality. Gradually, our private lives were completely separated. The last time I met his friends was at Ethan’s birthday party a few months ago. “It will be very noisy tonight, I’m afraid you won’t adapt.” Ethan vaguely made an excuse. I just shook my head calmly: “It’s okay, no work tomorrow, I want to relax today too.” Ethan’s face was a bit unnatural, but he agreed. Just before going out, he chose an age-reducing hoodie for me and put it on me. “Looking at it this way, sister is a few years younger again.” I smiled faintly without speaking. His brothers secretly despised my age a lot. Female three years older, hold a gold brick (Chinese saying implying older wife brings luck/wealth). They teased Ethan for having good taste, holding a gold brick just by dating. For a period at the beginning, Ethan drank all the gossipers under the table, cursing: “Say another word about my sister, I’ll drink you to death!” At that time, Ethan probably really didn’t mind the four-year age gap. Now things have changed, what he didn’t care about has become a knot in his heart. 4 When we arrived at the KTV, it was already past eight. Just sat down, Ethan and his brothers mingled noisily. They greeted me politely, but their eyes were not welcoming. And as the birthday girl, Sally’s expression was very exaggerated when she saw me: “Sister Anya, who bought you this hoodie? Twenty-eight years old already, wearing it looks really strange.” “Sally.” Ethan’s voice carried a few warnings: “Our Anya looks very good in this hoodie, little girl doesn’t understand don’t talk nonsense.” Sally snorted dissatisfiedly, squeezed away the person on Ethan’s other side, and held his arm affectionately: “Alright Brother Ethan, rare to come out and play once, don’t always stay by Sister Anya’s side. Come over, I want to challenge you in dice!” Ethan didn’t refuse such intimacy, turned his head to look at me, expression relaxed and handsome: “Sister, I’ll go over for a while.” “Okay.” The venue heated up quickly. Young people of the same age without work pressure drank and played dice wantonly in the KTV. I held a glass of wine indifferently, watching Ethan’s voice getting higher and higher. When winning against opponents, he high-fived Sally beside him naturally, posture intimate. Noisy, chaotic. Everything I hated. After the first half-year of passionate love, I actually calmed down slowly. Ethan has a wild nature, loves to play, and is energetic. A completely different nature from me. I used to think such different natures were complementary, exactly the missing half of each other. But slowly, I discovered. Too much difference in nature leads to problems popping up bit by bit. Different schedules, different hobbies. Normal rest time disturbed, leisure weekends just wanting to lie down, dragged by Ethan to various entertainment venues. I tried hard to adapt, in the end, only felt deep exhaustion from forcing myself to cooperate with him. I calmed down, thought seriously. Before the problem exploded, I always naively thought. Love can conquer all difficulties. “Brother Ethan, why did you push me!” Across a bar counter, Sally’s dissatisfied voice came loudly. Ethan was a bit drunk, but Sally entangled him pretending to be intimate. At the moment their arms touched, Ethan’s rejection voice was exceptionally clear. He said: “Go away, you are not our Anya, our Anya is not that tender.”

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I am the “white moonlight” (the one who got away) of a domineering CEO, and I am dying of illness. I want to return to the country for surgery, but my brother tries every means to stop me. He firmly believes that if the white moonlight returns, the CEO will definitely abandon the substitute. He is the ultimate simp for the substitute. “If you’re sick, endure it. There’s no rush to save you.” “A few days late for surgery won’t kill you. They are about to get married.” To survive, I bit the bullet and called the CEO: “I heard I am your white moonlight. Can you pick me up and bring me back to the country?” I heard that when I called, they were holding their wedding. The CEO abandoned the bride and guests and flew overnight to come here. 1 In the hospital ward, other patients were surrounded by family members asking about their well-being, but I was lying alone on the hospital bed. My brother’s indifferent and scoffing voice came from the phone: “You didn’t get sick earlier or later, but just when Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo, you get sick and act like you’re dying?” “You really never change, a habitual liar. Do you think I’ll believe you?” “I’m telling you, stop your crooked ideas. Threatening suicide is useless on me. Even if you’re dying, you have to endure it for me, until they finish the wedding.” I lay weakly on the hospital bed, tears flowing coldly, my voice trembling as I begged him: “Brother, I’m not acting. Please, let me come back, okay?” “The doctor said I only have hope of survival if Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in the country, performs this surgery.” “My illness really can’t be delayed any longer. If you don’t believe me, I’ll let the doctor tell you.” I pressed the speaker button and begged the attending doctor to prove it for me. The doctor said I wasn’t lying, that I was indeed terminally ill and urgently needed to return to the country for surgery. But my brother remained unmoved: “A few days late for surgery won’t kill anyone. They are about to get married. Just endure a bit longer.” The attending doctor was furious and scolded him over the phone: “What kind of brother are you? Your sister is terminally ill, and you want her to endure? I’m telling you, if you delay any longer and miss the best time for surgery, even if she returns to the country for surgery, it will be hopeless. Don’t regret it then.” My brother sneered coldly: “I won’t regret it. You doctors have nothing better to do than to accompany her in acting against your conscience. Just letting her return a few days late will be hopeless? If she insists on making trouble like this, then don’t ever come back.” I clutched the fabric over my heart, and the tears I had been holding back burst instantly. So, my brother still doesn’t believe me? “Brother, what will it take for you to believe me? Do you have to wait until I’m dead and holding my urn back to the country to believe me?” My voice was too hoarse, too grief-stricken. My brother was silent for a while, seeming moved. At this moment, my dad’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “It’s Maya’s call? What’s wrong with her?” “She said she is terminally ill and needs to return to the country immediately for surgery.” My dad didn’t care: “What surgery can’t be done abroad and must be done in the country? Medical conditions abroad are clearly better than domestic ones. Is this child trying to come back to ruin Tiffany’s wedding? She doesn’t even know how to find a more reasonable excuse.” “I’m telling you, although Tiffany is just my stepdaughter, she is also your sister. As a brother, you can’t favor one over the other, only caring for Maya and not Tiffany.” “Tiffany is about to marry Julian Huo. Absolutely no mishaps can happen at this time. You know how destructive the return of a white moonlight can be. You are a man, you should understand.” My brother’s momentary hesitation was instantly washed away. “I know. Forget it, let’s ignore her for now.” Then, the phone was abruptly hung up. The busy tone “beep beep” came from the receiver, like a heartless slap on the pleading face of a dying person. So cold, so painful, it hurt so much I couldn’t breathe. It turns out the brother who held me in his palm and loved me dearly when I was young has really become Tiffany Su’s simp. He is still that sister-doting maniac, but the one he dotes on is no longer me, his biological sister, but his step-sister Tiffany Su, who has no blood relation. Do I have to die of illness to get their cheap regret and breakdown? But, but what’s the use of that? The spiritual victory method of dead person literature, I don’t want it. I want to save myself! 2 In the following days, I sought famous doctors all over abroad and sent my medical records to them, but they all shook their heads. “Can’t do it. This surgery is very difficult. Only Dr. Fu, who has the most surgical experience in China, can give you a chance to live.” “Who said foreign medical skills are better than domestic ones? In terms of surgical experience, if your Chinese doctors say they are second, no one dares to say they are first, especially doctors in your Chinese public hospitals.” “Dr. Fu is the most authoritative surgeon in this field, known as the number one scalpel globally.” I emailed Dr. Fu, asking if he could come abroad to perform surgery on me. Dr. Fu replied in the email: [Sorry, due to family reasons, I am restricted from leaving the country. Your illness is urgent. I suggest you return to the country immediately, register at the hospital, and I can arrange surgery for you as soon as possible here.] But I can’t return to the country. My passport was confiscated, and bodyguards are watching me 24 hours a day. Those bodyguards had long been bought off by Tiffany Su. That day in the ward, I heard with my own ears my brother calling to ask the bodyguards: “Is Maya really sick?” The bodyguard stood outside the ward and said: “Young Master, the Young Miss is not sick.” The attending doctor was more anxious than I was. “Maya Shen, no matter what, you must return to the country immediately. I have already contacted Dr. Fu. As soon as you get off the plane, they will send an ambulance to pick you up at the airport.” I closed my eyes, weeping in despair. “Is it that I don’t want to return?” The attending doctor grasped at straws in desperation: “Then call Julian Huo. Don’t they all say you are Julian Huo’s white moonlight? Can’t the CEO come to pick you up if the white moonlight doesn’t return? You just went abroad, not flew out of the earth.” But Julian Huo doesn’t love me at all. Before, I was the one chasing him, chasing very hard. Saying I am his white moonlight, I don’t believe it one bit. I don’t know who spread this rumor; it’s too ridiculous. Suffering in silence, I could only say: “You also said, I just went abroad, not flew out of the earth. If I really were his white moonlight, if I were indispensable to him, he would have come abroad to find me long ago. Why find a substitute?” The attending doctor snatched my phone: “Still have to call. What is his number? I’ll dial for you.” I recited a string of numbers, but I dared not hold any illusions. 3 “Hello, are you Julian Huo? I heard Maya Shen is your white moonlight. Can you tell Maya’s family that even if the white moonlight returns, you won’t abandon the substitute? She can’t return to the country now because she is your white moonlight.” Julian Huo sneered and refused: “She thinks too highly of herself. From the moment she stepped out of the country, I considered her dead.” I choked. His words were like a slap on my burning face, extremely embarrassing. I shook my head at the attending doctor: “Forget it, I don’t want to humiliate myself.” The attending doctor was angry and shouted at Julian Huo over the phone: “What if she is really about to die?” Julian Huo’s voice was startled: “What do you mean?” “Literal meaning. She has a very serious illness. No one dares to do this surgery abroad. Only Dr. Fu at your West China Hospital can operate on her personally for her to have a chance of living. But her brother won’t let her return. If you have no feelings for her, clarify it with her brother. Don’t let people misunderstand that she is the white moonlight in your heart, causing her to die in a foreign land. She really doesn’t have much time left.” Yes, if I am not the white moonlight in Julian Huo’s heart at all, can he tell my brother? As long as I am not a stumbling block on Tiffany Su’s road to happiness, my brother will allow me to return. Suddenly, Tiffany Su’s happy voice came from the phone: “Julian, who are you talking to? The priest is asking you, do you take this woman?” “The guests are all waiting. If it’s not a particularly important call, can you wait until the wedding ceremony is over to continue?” Only then did I realize that the Wedding March was playing on the phone. So nice to listen to, the melody of happiness. No wonder my brother said if I wanted to return, I had to wait a few more days. So at this moment, Julian Huo is holding a wedding with Tiffany Su? Calling him at his wedding, I am indeed humiliating myself. I’m afraid he thinks I want to make trouble at his wedding, right? I have already imagined the happy wedding banquet, full of guests, my dad and my brother watching the newlyweds. The priest repeated: “Mr. Julian Huo, do you take Tiffany Su to be your wife? Whether she is rich or poor in the future, whether she is healthy or sick, are you willing to be with her forever?” I immediately snatched the phone back from the attending doctor and hung up. I didn’t want to hear Julian Huo say on the other end: “I do.” 4 This day, my condition worsened, fever recurring repeatedly, deeply trapped in nightmares. Dreamt of childhood, Dad doted on me, Brother loved me, but all this changed flavor after Tiffany Su and her mother came to the house. After Mom passed away, Dad intended never to marry again, but five years ago he met Tiffany Su’s mom, that woman who looked exactly like my mom. Even Tiffany Su looked extremely like my mom in her youth, more like my mom than me. My dad couldn’t resist the temptation of substitute literature after all. Even my brother said: “Just imagine her as our mom, imagine Tiffany Su as a sister mom gave birth to, can’t you?” No! Of course not! That’s my mom. How could I allow a woman to wear my mom’s face, occupy everything of my mom? Even the jewelry my mom liked most when she was alive, the wedding ring my dad gave my mom when they got married, were worn on that woman. I cried, I made a scene, I tried every way to drive that mother and daughter out of the house, but became the unreasonable bad girl in everyone’s eyes. The family who once doted on and loved me only had guardedness left for me. Suddenly, the persistent ringtone woke me up. In a daze, I saw the word “Brother” jumping on the screen. I answered immediately, thinking maybe Julian Huo and Tiffany Su’s wedding was done, and my brother finally allowed me to return? But my brother’s furious voice came from the phone: “Do you have to be so vicious? Won’t be satisfied until you drive Tiffany Su to death?” “You have the love of me and Dad, what does Tiffany have?” “She is just an insecure girl. For love, she is willing to be your substitute. She has sacrificed so much for love, why do you still want to ruin her wedding?” “Do you know, your one phone call made Julian Huo abandon the wedding and leave her. None of us could hold him back. So many guests watched, everyone is laughing at Tiffany for overestimating herself, deluding to replace you, but getting slapped in the face by a phone call from the white moonlight.” “Now Tiffany has become the laughingstock of the whole city, forced to the point of not wanting to live, can only jump off a building. Are you satisfied?” “Touch your conscience. If anything happens to her, can you sleep peacefully in this life?” Pfft— Anxious fire attacked the heart, I vomited a mouthful of blood. The doctor said I couldn’t be stimulated anymore, but was what my brother said human language? “Brother, why don’t you touch your conscience and ask, do I really have the love of you and Dad?” “Who would be loved to the point of dying, crying and begging but can’t return to the country?” “Tiffany Su jumps off a building, you feel heartache. I lie alone on a foreign hospital bed, have you ever felt heartache?” “I regret it. I shouldn’t have expected you to still love me like when we were young.” “You have long ceased to be that brother who doted on me. You have no heart!” While I was speaking, the alarm of the medical instrument kept beeping. The nurse ran over to look and shouted: “Bad news, patient in bed 18’s blood pressure is rising rapidly, heart beating too fast, risk of sudden death at any time. Dr. Du, call Dr. Du quickly, bed 18 is critical…” My brother probably heard the nurse’s words, voice unstable: “What happened to you? Is someone cooperating with your acting again?” “Maya Shen, speak to me. Don’t scare brother! Do you hear me? Speak!” “If you don’t speak, give the phone to the bodyguard. I want to hear them say it, immediately, right now!” So funny. I’m dying, and he still firmly believes I’m acting? My heart is desolate. What else is there to say? Give it to the bodyguard? Let the bodyguard lie through his teeth and tell him I’m not sick? There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. I really don’t want to be the heroine of dead person literature, but fate refuses to give me a trace of favor. Wait, my brother seemed to say on the phone just now that Julian Huo abandoned the wedding and left Tiffany Su, and no one could hold him back? Is this really not my hallucination? At this time, my brother’s assistant’s voice came faintly from the other end of the phone: “Young Master, Julian Huo went abroad. Old Master Huo ordered dozens of bodyguards to stop him at the airport but couldn’t stop him.” “He was like a beast suddenly gone mad, killing gods if gods block, killing Buddhas if Buddhas block. I’ve never seen such a terrifying man.” “Also, I just got news that Julian Huo never thought of marrying Miss Tiffany Su. Even without the Young Miss’s phone call, Julian Huo wouldn’t say the words ‘I do’. He entered the game himself, originally intending to play this at the wedding to ruin Tiffany Su.” Play what to ruin Tiffany Su? I’m too curious to see. Did Julian Huo really come to pick me up back to the country? But, it seems, it’s too late. I saw many doctors swarming towards me, giving me injections, shining flashlights on my eyelids. But my vision became darker and darker, darker and darker…

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The crown prince of the elite circle hates gold diggers the most. Unfortunately, I am one. Upon hearing this, I asked Liam Xie: “What would you do if someone approached you for money?” He answered casually: “Kill them.” Me: ? Wait, how are you such a criminal? That won’t work, I’m after the money. I packed up my valuables and fled overnight. [Not pestering you anymore, I’m leaving first, wish you find a good person who doesn’t covet your money soon.] Three days later, while I was bargaining with a clerk at a luxury resale shop, a black card was suddenly placed in front of me. The man’s eyes were red at the corners. “Baby, I’ll give you all my money, pester me for a lifetime, okay?” 1 “What are you looking at, baby?” Liam had a gathering today and came home almost at eleven. When he returned, the smell of alcohol lingered on him, making me frown. I drove him to the bathroom: “No kissing me until you’re clean!” He picked me up and walked into the bathroom. Steam rose, blurring the mirror. His hand reached for my nightgown: “Let’s wash together.” I refused: “No.” He insisted. Rip— The super expensive and super easy-to-tear nightgown Liam carefully selected was split in two. His Adam’s apple bobbed: “Baby…” I was expressionless: “I said no.” “I showered before you came back, washing twice is bad for the skin.” After speaking, I gathered the broken nightgown, pushed him away, and left the bathroom. Thoughtfully closed the door for him. “Don’t tear my nightgown next time!” It’s very expensive! It’s not like I don’t let him take it off properly, he just has to tear it. He tore three in a week. Prodigal! The sound of water in the bathroom was loud; it was obvious Liam was working overtime to shower. I lay on the bed bored, scrolling through my phone. A message popped up on WeChat. Chloe Lin: [Look at this] She sent a link. [Inventory of rich family gossip you don’t know!] I replied with a question mark first, then clicked open. Skimming through a bunch of gossip anecdotes about familiar names, true or false, my eyes stopped on a certain line. [Elite circle crown prince Liam Xie hates gold diggers the most, rumor has it he once…] Chloe happened to send me a screenshot, capturing this part. Chloe: [My treasure, real or fake?] Me: [Don’t know? Fake, right?] Chloe: [Many other things in this post I know are true, why don’t you test him?] I pondered, switched back to the post, just about to read the specific description, when a hot body pressed up from behind. “Baby, is the phone more fun than me?” With a guilty conscience, I quickly closed the gossip page: “What?” Liam turned my head, pinching my chin: “Dressing like this to seduce me, hmm?” The rising tail tone was extremely alluring. I said pitifully: “Sui didn’t.” While speaking, my fingertips brushed over his Adam’s apple. “But Sui had no choice, my mother is still in the hospital…” I closed my eyes, fantasizing myself as a fragile white flower, “Mr. Xie, as long as you give me fifty thousand, no, ten thousand is enough, Sui is yours tonight.” He bit my ear: “Tonight, please me.” 2 Couldn’t please him at all. I kicked him: “I’m tired.” He grabbed my ankle and put it on his shoulder. He protected my head: “Baby rest, I’ll do it.” Rest my ass!! In the end, I couldn’t even lift my hand. Liam held me and coaxed me for a long time. I was sleepy, let him carry me to wash up. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him plant a devout kiss on my forehead in the dim light. “Baby, I love you.” I don’t know how I thought of the role-play and the gossip I saw before. I asked him dazedly: “What would you do if a woman approached you for money?” He was looking for pajamas for me. Hearing this, he answered me: “Make them disappear from the world.” I was stunned, sleepiness faded a bit: “What?” Liam put the pajamas on me, answering casually: “Kill them.” After changing clothes, he kissed my lips with satisfaction: “Alright, baby sleep.” He pressed me against his chest and said goodnight. But I couldn’t sleep now. Bad news. I approached Liam for money. How is he a criminal? 3 I have a broken family. Gambling dad, stock-trading mom. I’m an only child. They were immersed in their own worlds since I was young, caring very little about me, their daughter. Fortunately, when I was young, their careers were flourishing. In a rich family, no matter how bad it is, the daughter won’t live too poorly. Unfortunately, starting from middle school, both of them collapsed and sold all assets. Only endless quarrels and abuses were left at home. I also turned from a rich girl to a poor student overnight. This poor student life lasted until college. Not that my family became rich again, but during a fight between them, no one noticed the cigarette butt on the floor, and knocked over a few bottles of wine. The fire swallowed them. The terrible family vanished overnight. Leaving only a buttload of debt pressing on my shoulders. High-interest loans, online loans, they borrowed everything they could. After overdue, debt collectors blocked the school gate, urging me like urging for life. And published my information by the way. That time was really torture. Couldn’t do part-time jobs, no place to earn money, I was almost driven to death by them. When preparing to commit suicide, I saw my face clearly in the mirror. Young, beautiful. The only property left to me by my parents. Except for the terrible parents, the world is beautiful. I want to live. No matter what, I want to live. To be honest, being with Liam initially was for money. If he had no money, I wouldn’t even look at him. Now Liam says he hates gold diggers. I am a gold digger. I secretly opened my eyes, he was asleep. I stroked his cheek, inch by inch. “Liam…” The person with closed eyes suddenly opened them, he grabbed my wrist: “Baby, didn’t you say you were tired? Still have strength?” He turned over and pressed on me. I quickly closed my eyes: “Tired tired, really tired!” 4 In the morning, after saying good morning to Liam, I drilled back into the quilt. He covered me with the quilt and chuckled: “Little pig.” Holding back sleepiness, I threw the pillow at him: “You have the nerve, why am I sleepy!” He is an energy monster, I am not. It’s eight in the morning now, I only slept after three last night!! Why doesn’t he reflect on himself! Liam kissed me: “It’s my fault, we’ll start earlier next time.” Me: ? Can’t this segment be canceled? Probably knowing he would make me angry, Liam rubbed my head and left quickly. I slept beautifully again until noon. Woke up and checked the phone, message bombardment. First replied to Liam’s message asking me to text him when I woke up, I switched back to the main page. Chloe sent me a bunch of messages. [Did you test him?] [Did you ask, what’s the result?] [Why don’t you reply to my message?] [???] [Where are you?] [Not pressed on bed while testing, right?] [Mm, okay, confirmed, indeed.] [Forget it, remember to reply when you see it tomorrow morning.] [Oh, you might not wake up tomorrow morning, remember to reply when you see it tomorrow noon.] Me: … A little bit speechless. Don’t want to talk to her for now. I replied: [1] Chloe is also a night owl, probably not awake now. After sending the message, I stroked my chin and thought. Tested, or rather not called testing at all. I asked openly. Liam also answered me honestly. He indeed hates gold diggers very much. I sighed. Doomed. If he knows I approached him for money, I’m doomed. For him, this matter is only a question of whether he wants to do it, not whether he can do it. Besides, I feel very guilty. It would be fine if he didn’t like me, anyway, this money is just a drop in the bucket for him, finding some fun to provide emotional value for himself is also good. But Liam likes me very much, and I only treated him as an ATM at first. How does that saying go? What’s the difference between sincerity mixed with falsehood and shit in rice? If it were me, I would hate it to death. Wouldn’t he take double revenge on me? The more I thought, the colder my heart got. Doomed. How about running? Run quickly. Before he discovers the problem, slip away. Decided! Have to take things when slipping. I got up to pack things. Keep the meaningful ones, keep the ones he specially gave me. Fortunately, Liam gave a lot of things. Bought casually, new products sent directly by brands were especially many. Picked and sorted things for a day. I sorted out a pile that could be sold second-hand. After packing the suitcase, I clapped my hands, waiting for Liam to come home.

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My childhood best friend thought I was too well-behaved. Yet he fell in love with the even more well-behaved scholarship student. Out of spite, I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and got involved with some thugs. Desperate and cornered, I begged him to save me. He ignored me. Covering the scholarship student’s eyes with his hand, he gently said, “Don’t look, it’ll scare you.” He abandoned me in that dark alley, where I was tortured to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend rejected me. 01 When cutting the cake, they egged me on to confess. I mustered my courage and said, “Lucas, my birthday wish is you.” The hand Lucas used to hold his cigarette trembled. He smiled. A bad boy smile, he said, “Sorry, you’re too well-behaved.” “Not my type.” In my previous life, these words drove me crazy. Thinking of my miserable death. My body turned cold, and I wished I could kill Lucas right now. “Sarah, are you okay?” “Lucas, seriously, can’t you say something nice to make the birthday girl happy?” Lucas remained his lazy, nonchalant self. He blew a smoke ring. Lazy drawl, he said, “I can’t learn to lie.” His lazy, slight New York accent was very charming. But listening to it, I only felt disgusted. In front of everyone, I cold my face and made a new birthday wish. “Lucas, I wish that in this life and the next, you and I will have nothing to do with each other ever again.” I blew out the candles. They tried to stop me, but couldn’t. Lucas’s smile froze on his face. “Sarah, are you serious?” “I’ll give you another chance. Make a new wish, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said.” No need. I ignored him. Picked up the knife and cut the cake. Lucas ran to me and grabbed the blade with his right hand. “Sarah, I’m talking to you.” The blade cut his finger. Blood flowed out. Someone exclaimed: “Blood! Lucas, you’re bleeding!” I know. He was having another episode. Lucas had severe psychological issues. In my previous life, only I could stop his episodes. Oh. Specifically. Before the scholarship student appeared. Only I could. Because of this, I also always thought that for him, I was a special existence. Until I heard his lazy tone when he coaxed the scholarship student. “She’s different from you.” “At best, she’s a placebo. Only you are my only medicine.” “Without you, I’ll die.” I let go and said, “If you like it so much, I’ll give it to you.” I turned to leave, Lucas threw the knife and grabbed me. His bloody fingers soiled my white shirt. “Sarah, who are you throwing a tantrum for?” Blood terrified me. Uncontrollably, I remembered the things from my previous life. My head spun, I couldn’t handle it, and fainted. When I woke up, Lucas was guarding my bedside. “Awake?” “Clearly you made me angry, and I had to carry you back. Sarah, how do you plan to coax me?” Lucas was a prodigal son. He always loved to say such ambiguous things. Making my heart rise with expectations I shouldn’t have. But I was no longer the same as before. I knew very well. Facing the person he truly liked, Lucas couldn’t say a word of flirtation. Even when he confessed, his voice trembled. I sighed and said, “I’m tired.” “Lucas, let’s not see each other again in the future.” 02 The next day, I went to school alone. Lucas didn’t wait for me. I knew this was his punishment for me. He was waiting for me to apologize to him. But I ignored him all day. In the afternoon, I was sleeping in the classroom and was shaken awake. “Sarah! Wake up! Lucas got into a fight on the basketball court!” I wasn’t fully awake yet. My desk mate dragged me to the basketball court. “Go see, Lucas is going crazy. Only you can stop him.” No. He was wrong. There was no need for me to go. Because his female lead had already appeared. My guess was right. When we arrived, Lucas had stopped fighting and was sitting aside, sweating profusely. Beside him sat a girl. She wore a low ponytail, her face tranquil. Holding his hand, her voice carried a hint of a choke. Whispering: “Lucas, you’re hurt.” Lucas hated outsiders’ touch the most. Wanted to pull his hand back. But when his gaze met mine, he stopped his action, his eyes darkened, allowing Mia Chen to hold his hand. The senior he beat up left with the help of classmates. “Wait,” he called out to him. Pointed to Mia beside him. “Apologize.” The senior was beaten black and blue. Classmates tried to persuade him: “Lucas, let him go to the hospital first.” Lucas refused, his voice deep, repeated: “I said, apologize to her.” Mia grabbed Lucas’s hand and shook her head: “It’s okay, Lucas, I’m fine.” The senior was beaten like that, and he still had to bow and apologize. Someone asked him why he was beaten. My desk mate answered: “He called her a scholarship student, and Lucas heard it.” “Deserved it! Who told him to have a cheap mouth!” “Lucas is so handsome! A hero saving the beauty!” “High school sweet romance walking into my life?” Only I knew that the truth wasn’t like that. In my previous life, the senior was forced to transfer schools by Lucas. Before leaving, he found me. Told me to be careful of Mia Chen. He wouldn’t say more. Probably scared by Lucas’s beating. The senior needed to go to the hospital, it would take some time for the ambulance to arrive. I ran over and said: “Drive my car.” The senior was startled and said: “Thanks, no need.” Lucas ran over and grabbed my arm. “Sarah, are you intentionally making me unhappy?” I looked at Mia Chen behind him, whose eyes were red. “Mind your own business.” “If you dare to leave, don’t come to find me again.” I didn’t look back. Left with classmates helping the senior. “Bang!” Commotion behind. It was Lucas punching the basketball hoop. Tsk. Really doesn’t care about pain. 03 Lucas and I didn’t have much interaction recently. Heard that for Mia Chen, he hadn’t fought for a long time. Even turned over a new leaf and wanted to study hard. Lucas’s brothers called him to go to the internet cafe. Mia Chen whispered to him: “You haven’t memorized the English vocabulary yet.” Lucas sighed long, and sat back down. “Strict family, can’t go.” My desk mate told me stories like this every day. Just every time they saw me approaching, they would stop discussing and turn to do their own things. “She’s so pitiful.” “Yeah, chased Lucas for so long, intercepted by a scholarship student.” Pitiful? I didn’t think so. My procedures for going abroad were done. Once I passed the English exam, I would go abroad to study. Study my favorite journalism major. My beautiful new life was about to begin. That day after school, Lucas’s mom stopped me: “Sarah, Lucas forgot his medicine again. Help Auntie take it to him.” I really wanted to refuse. But seeing the bruises on Lucas’s mom’s wrist, I sighed and said: “Okay.” I asked Lucas: “Where are you?” He replied to me a long time later, sending me a location. Pool hall. In my previous life, I went to this place a lot. After I arrived, I went downstairs familiarly. The choking smell of smoke made me feel nauseous. I found Lucas at a glance. He was standing at the central pool table, betting on pool with others. A thick stack of cash was on the table. I walked over and threw the medicine to him. “Your mom asked me to bring it to you.” Seeing me. Lucas frowned and said: “Who let you come?” I didn’t pay attention to him at all. Dropped the medicine and left. Blocked by someone. “Lucas, your girlfriend?” Lucas sneered, took the cigarette handed to him, and tucked it behind his ear: “You think it’s possible?” At this moment, Mia Chen came in with her backpack. As soon as she entered, she kept coughing. Lucas stood up and blocked in front of her. “Put out all the cigarettes.” The guy with yellow teeth who blocked me just now grinned. “Seems like the real sister-in-law is here.” Mia Chen’s face was red through. “Lucas, don’t talk nonsense. The teacher said, we can’t…” “I know.” Lucas lightly hooked her nose tip. “Good girl, call me big brother, I’ll let you go.” Mia Chen said “Ah”, pointing at the cigarette on his ear: “Lucas, didn’t you promise me to quit smoking?” I sensed Lucas’s gaze falling on me. Suddenly remembered, I also asked him to quit smoking before. Because I had asthma since I was young and couldn’t stand the smell of smoke. He refused even perfunctorily then, and deliberately blew smoke rings in my face, saying: “Can’t do it.” A cold smile appeared on my lips. Wanted to bypass the crowd to leave. Pulled by someone again. “Don’t go, little sister.” “Lucas, hurry up. Two against two. My girlfriend is here. Who’s going to play on your side?” 04 I walked straight out. Mia Chen tugged my cuff. “I… I don’t know how to play pool.” I frowned and said, “What does that have to do with me?” “I…” Fierced by me, Mia’s eyes reddened. Lucas ran over, shielded her behind him, and questioned me: “Can’t you talk properly?” “Psycho.” I wanted to leave, but he blocked me. Unbearable, I deliberately provoked him: “What, Lucas? Playing hard to get, want me to be your girlfriend?” “In, your, dreams.” “Then don’t block me.” I left. This time no one stopped me. Heard Mia’s flustered voice behind me: “What to do, Lucas? I don’t know how to play pool.” Lucas coaxed her patiently: “Silly girl, with me here, you won’t lose.” I had no interest in winning or losing their game. Just at dinner time. My mom kept sighing, saying: “Today I saw Lily again, covered in bruises. Old Xu is too much…” “By the way, Sarah, why haven’t I seen Lucas come home for dinner these days? Did you two fight?” “No.” “That’s good. If you have nothing to do, call…” I looked up and interrupted my mom. “I broke up with him.” “Huh? Why?” I took a bite of the tender fish. “No reason, just hate people who are blind.” My mom was careful and asked: “Lucas is dating?” I picked a piece of fish and put it in Mom’s bowl. “Yeah, ‘Give Life’ literature walked into reality, so sweet.” They acted in an idol drama, but insisted on dragging me, a passerby, to be a supporting actress. Early morning at school, I heard Mia Chen crying. “What to do, Lucas? It was in my school bag this morning, how come it’s gone when I came back?” My desk mate told me: “The class fees Mia kept were gone. Everyone is helping her find them now.” I said casually: “Check the surveillance.” Mia reacted strongly. Specifically walked up to me and said: “Sarah, my family is poor, but I haven’t reached the point of stealing class fees.” I didn’t say she stole class fees. What’s the rush. Lucas walked over and ordered coldly. “Apologize to her.” I put my school bag on the table and sat down. The school bag was thrown by him. The desk was also overturned by him. Lucas had an episode again. “Apologize to her, can’t you hear?” The classmates dared not breathe. No one dared to stop him. I bent down, wanting to lift my desk. My neck was strangled by Lucas. His eyes red, saying: “A-po-lo-gize-to-her.” I couldn’t breathe. Tears came to my eyes, and my neck was quickly strangled with a circle of red marks. Mia stopped him: “Lucas! Lucas!” He wouldn’t listen to anyone. Looking at me with red eyes. Didn’t know who he mistook me for. Several teachers rushed in and separated us. Mia went up and hugged the crazy Lucas. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Lucas. I don’t care about others, as long as you believe me.” He buried his head in her neck, his gaze aimed at my direction. I was taken to the infirmary by the teachers. His gaze was obscure. Staring at my departing back all the time.

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