Author: Momo Chan

Chapter 1 In the first year after I was found and brought back home, the fake son proposed a trip to the Golden Isle to bond as brothers. For safety’s sake, my fiancée accompanied us. As a result, they racked up a huge gambling debt at the island’s casino. To escape, she left me on the island as a hostage and fled without a trace with the fake son. The casino goons pinned me down, ready to take their anger out on me. Struggling desperately, I saw a contact saved as “Island Owner” on the leader’s phone screen. Wasn’t that the number of my older sister, who had doted on me for over a decade? …… “Where is that brat? Bring him back to me!” I hid in the room, shivering, as the locked door was being kicked open. A week ago, I never would have imagined that the Golden Isle my fiancée brought me to for a vacation would have an underground casino. She and Julian played recklessly in the casino day and night, and in the end, I was the one who suffered! With a “boom,” the door was kicked open, and several burly men in black swarmed in. I held a table lamp in front of me, looking at them tremblingly. “Don’t come over! Chloe has gone to get the money. She’ll pay off the gambling debt soon!” The leader spat fiercely on the ground in disdain. “Stop lying to me. I fell for your trick last night, thinking that if I kept you, they would obediently get the money. But that bitch ran away with her boyfriend!” “What did you say? They left me and ran away?!” “Stop pretending you don’t know. I think you guys are in cahoots to play me!” Cold sweat ran down my forehead. The bitch the leader referred to was my fiancée, Chloe, and the man who left with her was Julian, the fake son who had occupied my identity for over a decade. They actually conspired to leave me alone on the island? “Boss, stop talking nonsense with him. We have to make this brat suffer a bit.” The leader waved his hand, and instantly three or five burly men surrounded me. With a light lift of their hands, they knocked the lamp out of my hand and pinned me hard onto the table. “Don’t touch me! Get off!” While struggling, I accidentally kicked one of them in the shin, and immediately a slap came towards me. Half of my face swelled up instantly, and blood came out of my mouth. These people were too brutal. If I didn’t think of a way, I might really die here! The leader walked up to me with a whip, patting my face with the handle. “Be honest. I’ll let you taste the consequences of not paying your debts right now!” “Bro, let me go. I have money. I’ll pay off all the gambling debts!” “Do you think I’ll believe your bullshit? If you really had money, why would they leave you here alone!” I was racking my brains for a plan when I accidentally saw the leader’s phone screen. There was a contact saved as “Island Owner” in the address book. My eyes widened instantly after seeing that number. I had memorized this string of numbers by heart. This was clearly my sister Sophia’s phone number! Chapter 2 Sophia was the biological daughter of my adoptive parents. Before I was found by the Thorne family, she pampered me for over a decade. She even filled her bedroom with my photos without my knowledge, loving me but daring not to speak of it. “Your boss is Sophia?” “You’ve done your homework. This entire casino is our boss’s private property. Not many people know about this.” My heart steadied instantly, and I shouted at them: “Sophia is my sister. We’re on the same side! Let me go right now. I can explain the misunderstanding to her!” The leader and his brothers looked at each other, a sneer of unclear meaning appearing on their faces. Then, he raised his foot and kicked me hard. “A discarded piece of trash like you dares to pretend to be the eldest young master? Bah! You really don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.” “The eldest young master is the boss’s soft spot. Do you know what happened to the last person who tried to involve the eldest young master? It would scare you to death!” “Jack, bring my stick. I’m going to teach this audacious pretty boy a lesson for the boss!” I was kicked dizzy and endured the severe pain to explain to him: “I am your eldest young master. If you don’t believe me, you can call Sophia to confront me!” Coincidentally, the leader’s phone rang at this moment. The caller was Sophia. I struggled to break free from the big guy’s restraint and reached out to grab the leader’s phone. “Give me the phone. Let me talk to Sophia. She’ll recognize me as soon as she hears my voice!” The leader slapped me, pointing at me fiercely and ordering me to shut up. His brothers pinned me down again. The leader gave them a look, then bowed and scraped as he answered the phone and walked out. “Hello, Boss. I was dealing with a brat who owed gambling debts. Do you have any instructions?” I opened my mouth to shout, but before I could make a sound, a rag was stuffed into my mouth. “Told you to shut up. You never learn!” Someone pushed me to the ground, and others began to surround me, punching and kicking. My body curled into a shrimp shape, nearly fainting from the severe pain. But with my mouth gagged, I couldn’t even scream in pain. Sophia had spoiled me since I was little. Even if I got a small cut on my hand, she would worry for days. I was spoiled to be arrogant and domineering by her. Even after being taken back to the Thorne family, I never suffered any grievances because of my personality. I wonder what Sophia’s reaction would be if she saw me in this miserable state. Just when my vision was going black and I couldn’t hold on anymore, the leader came back with his phone, looking nervous. “Stop, stop it immediately!” Chapter 3 The rain of fists finally moved away from me. “What happened, boss?” The leader looked at me contemptuously. “Stop wasting time on this pretty boy. The Boss said the eldest young master is missing, and the last place he appeared was our casino. Gather all the brothers quickly to find the eldest young master.” I was beaten dizzy, but I froze upon hearing this. Sophia had been following my whereabouts even after I left, and she discovered I was missing? I propped up my trembling arms to get up from the ground, making “mmm” sounds. A minion beside me kicked me. “Be quiet!” “Boss, what do we do with this kid?” The leader looked solemn, seeming to be thinking about something. “The Boss is already on the plane, coming to find the eldest young master personally. Just now this kid said he was the eldest young master, this…” A look of excitement immediately appeared on my face. Great, Sophia is coming. She will not only rescue me but also punish these blind guys for me. But the leader changed the subject: “We absolutely cannot let the Boss see him. Now the Boss can’t find the eldest young master and is anxious. If this crazy pretty boy jumps out and says he is the eldest young master again, touching the Boss’s bad luck and angering us, it would be bad.” “Boss, you are so thoughtful. So, shall we drive him away?” The leader pinched my chin, looked left and right, tsk-tsking: “Looks passable.” “Lock him in the confinement room first. After the Boss finds the eldest young master and leaves, we’ll train him and make him a junket operator to pay off the debt.” Hearing this, I shook my head desperately. They want me to stay and be a junket operator? Then I’ll never be able to leave this island for the rest of my life! But no one cared about my opinion. They dragged me away like livestock towards the confinement room. No, Sophia is coming soon. I must find a way to see her. This is my last chance. Once locked up, I’m truly done for! Just as these two were throwing me into the confinement room and about to lock the door, I stumbled up and used all my strength to crash open the door that hadn’t been fully closed. Then, I picked up a steel pipe from the ground and swung it hard at one of their heads. He immediately clutched his head and fell to the ground in pain. Before the other person rushed up to subdue me, I smashed the steel pipe hard against her face. After dealing with these two, my adrenaline soared, and I ran forward desperately with amazing speed. The sound of a helicopter came from overhead. It’s Sophia. She’s here! Chapter 4 I ran like crazy towards where the plane landed and saw the cabin door open. Sophia walked slowly down the steps. My heart pounded wildly, but before I could make a sound, my mouth was covered by a rough hand. Then my hair was violently pulled. “Brat, you dare hit me. I think you don’t want to live!” It was the guy I hit on the head just now. He actually caught up! The leader was respectfully waiting to pick up the plane, noticed the commotion here, and looked over with a frown. He shook his head silently at the man. I was immediately controlled by the man and hidden behind a wall. Not far away, Sophia had walked down, travel-worn and full of worry. The leader immediately went up to meet her: “Boss, we have pulled all the surveillance according to your instructions. We will definitely find clues about the eldest young master.” “Go to the monitoring room.” Sophia strode forward. When she passed me, we were separated only by a wall. She suddenly stopped and clenched her fists. As if speaking to me, or to herself: “Liam, you must be okay.” My face was covered with tears and blood. Clearly she was right in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t make a sound. In the end, I was locked into the confinement room. To prevent me from escaping, they dislocated my arms, tied my legs, and gagged my mouth firmly with a rag again. For the next few days, Sophia didn’t come. The underground casino environment was dim, and during the days with Chloe, she left me in the hotel and didn’t let me go out. Presumably, the surveillance definitely didn’t capture my face. My hope faded bit by bit. But this morning, I heard a rush of footsteps and Sophia’s voice. “Boss, how can you confirm that person is the eldest young master just based on a back view? Could you have seen wrong? He’s just a minion left here to pay off debt.” Sophia’s voice was impatient, revealing a trace of panic. “Cut the crap. Where did you lock him up?” “Just… just in the confinement room ahead.” She recognized me! Hope rose in my heart, and I tried to make “mmm” sounds to attract Sophia’s attention. But the footsteps stopped ten steps away from me. “President Thorne, I just confirmed with the eldest young master’s fiancée. She said the eldest young master has returned to the country and is not missing at all.” It was the voice of Sophia’s assistant. “Where is his location?” “Also in the country. It shows he returned three days ago, just synced up due to signal issues.” Before Chloe left with Julian, she also took my phone, which had the tracking app Sophia installed for me. Now she actually wants to use the phone’s location to mislead Sophia! The leader persuaded diligently: “Boss, you must have seen wrong. I thought how could that man be the eldest young master!” Sophia instructed the assistant: “Contact the pilot immediately to prepare to return to the country. I won’t be at ease until I see Liam with my own eyes.” “Yes, President Thorne.” Hearing the sound of Sophia turning to leave, I couldn’t care about anything anymore. I used all my strength to smash my head against the iron door of the confinement room, making a loud “bang.” Sophia’s steps paused, and her tone turned cold: “Who on earth is locked in here?!”

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I often drive my car and wait outside the women’s prison for women who have just been released. Those who have no friends or family to pick them up, and who aren’t bad-looking, are my prey. Just a little kindness, and they throw themselves into my arms like they’ve grabbed a life-saving straw. 1 A woman stood at the gate of the women’s prison. Fair skin, exquisite face. Even plain clothes couldn’t hide her graceful curves. Through the car window, my eyes greedily scanned her body. A gust of cold wind blew, and the woman hunched her shoulders like a quail. A ball of heat suddenly erupted in my lower abdomen. I hesitated no longer, started the car, and drove up to her. Rolling down the window, I revealed a standard smile. “Hello, I’m a volunteer dedicated to helping people released from prison reintegrate into society.” “Do you need any help?” I handed over a business card with my name printed on a red heart. Social Welfare Volunteer: Sean Carter. The woman took the card, her guarded expression fading considerably. She hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and got in. A scent of body fragrance mixed with laundry detergent hit my face, making me restless inside. The fish has taken the bait. 2 Chatting along the way, I learned the woman’s name. Harper Stone, 24 years old. Sentenced to five years for acting as a guarantor for someone. I sneered inwardly, confirming my guess. Women with such good looks usually go in for fraud or guaranteeing for others. After release, parents cut ties, friends and relatives stay away. Long-term prison life disconnects them from society, leaving them in a state of confusion and loss. I am the only person showing kindness to her, and also a life-saving straw. That’s why she got into my car so easily. Such women are easily conquered with just a little kindness. Harper is the fourth woman to get into my car, and the most beautiful one I’ve ever picked up. Thinking of how she would look in bed, I felt like ants were crawling all over my body, itching unbearably. Harper didn’t talk much. When I made some witty jokes, she would cover her mouth and smile at me. Her large, watery eyes held a clarity isolated from the world. I parked the car in front of a restaurant and treated Harper to a meal. Standard Southern cuisine, costing less than a hundred bucks for two. Harper ate very slowly and carefully. If any food accidentally fell on the table, she would pick it up and put it in her mouth. I lit a cigarette and watched her with a smile. Basically, the first meal for everyone just out of prison is like this. Only after being in prison do you know how precious life outside is. Therefore, these women basically don’t want to go back in after getting out. Based on this, even if I use rough methods, they won’t think of calling the police. After eating, it was already dark. I invited Harper to stay at my place for the night and continue helping her get familiar with the social environment tomorrow. Harper agreed. 3 I live in Spring Garden. Although the name is poetic, it is an old resettlement community. But for Harper, this is already a good environment. In fact, putting aside the fake identity of a social welfare volunteer, I am trash at the bottom of society. No money, too lazy to work, the only valuable thing on me is that broken car about my age. Not tall, not handsome. Someone like me struggles even to find a girlfriend. But through this path, I can sleep with many women with good looks and figures. If Harper hadn’t been to prison, I believe she wouldn’t even look at me on the street. But now she not only got into my broken car but also followed me back to this old rental. I have ways to make her actively climb into my bed, and even make her wag her tail and beg for mercy like a bitch. 4 The corridor was dirty and dim, with old sensor lights emitting a faint yellow glow. Just as I was about to open the door to my rental, a dark shadow lunged at Harper from the corner. Harper screamed, her pant leg torn to shreds by a brown poodle. She hid behind me. I kicked the poodle away, shouting to drive it off. The poodle wasn’t afraid of me at all; instead, it bared its teeth and barked at me. Heavy footsteps sounded, and an old woman with noodle-like hair rushed up from downstairs in a few steps. Her triangular eyes glanced at me, and she opened her scarlet lips to curse: “Dare to kick my son? Believe it or not, I’ll make you get out right now?” The woman’s name is Brenda, my landlady. I dare not contradict her. If I leave here, I can’t find a cheaper place. With a smile on my face, I apologized to her. “Brenda, I wouldn’t dare kick your Coco.” “It’s just better if you keep it locked up, otherwise it wouldn’t be good if it bites someone…” Brenda pointed at me, interrupting my words with spittle flying. “If it bites someone, I’ll pay!” “If you dare touch a hair on my precious son, I’ll take your life!” Her eyes rolled over Harper, and she spat fiercely on the ground. “Don’t bring such shady women back in the future. I’m afraid of dirtying my house.” “Looks like a slut…” Brenda hugged Coco into her arms and walked away twisting her hips. I smiled apologetically at Harper and led her into the room. Although this community is dilapidated, I put some effort into the room. Wallpapered, installed ambient lights, and laid carpets on the floor. I found a set of pajamas for Harper and pointed to another room. “You go take a shower first to wash away the bad luck. Sleep there tonight.” Harper thanked me and went into the bathroom with the clothes. I lit scented candles, dimmed the lights, turned on the speaker, and played a lyrical English song. Poured two glasses of champagne, quietly waiting for Harper to come out. Being human means having needs. After staying in prison for so long, many women have no resistance to this atmosphere. In a tipsy state, they will soon throw themselves into my arms. This trick has never failed me, and I believe it will be the same for Harper. Soon, the bathroom door opened. Harper, fresh from the shower, made my eyes straighten. This set of pajamas was carefully selected by me. Fitting, silky, perfectly showing off Harper’s wonderful curves. Under the dim light, her skin was still dazzlingly white. Harper sat next to me, smiling shyly at me. Scented candles, shampoo, mixed with Harper’s unique scent, made my whole person almost burn. I raised my glass to her: “Congratulations on your upcoming brand new life!” Harper’s eyes were sparkling, and she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. After three rounds of drinks, I found the right opportunity and slowly moved closer to Harper. The moment our arm skin touched, I trembled all over. I reached out and hugged Harper’s shoulder, looked into her eyes, and slowly pressed my lips towards hers. But I didn’t expect Harper to push me away. Her cheeks were flushed, covering her face and running into the room. I cursed inwardly and punched the sofa hard. At night, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Harper’s face, figure, and scent were like a slide show, constantly looping in my mind. This dish, Harper, with all its color, aroma, and taste, I must taste it thoroughly.

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“Here’s a hundred dollars for the elderly. You spend it, I’ll pay for it.” While filming on the streets, I ran into an elderly man named Arthur who lived alone. With this “huge sum” of one hundred dollars, he showed the entire internet the power of a hundred-dollar bill. The video went viral. Arthur became famous, and so did I. But with fame came Arthur’s relatives, whom he hadn’t contacted in decades. And the situation seemed to gradually spiral out of my control. 1 I’m a vlogger who films “Here’s a hundred dollars, you spend it, I’ll pay for it” challenges on the streets. My main target group is the elderly. One day, I met Arthur, an old man who was collecting recyclables on the street. “Sir, here’s a hundred dollars. Buy whatever you want, I’ll foot the bill.” When I first met Arthur, his naive and charming smile moved me. “Child, I can’t take a reward without merit.” After my explanation, Arthur finally agreed, albeit embarrassed. In my previous series featuring spirited young girls, most would head straight for a Starbucks or bubble tea. But Arthur went straight to a food cart. “Boss, give me two plain buns.” One bun costs 50 cents. Total spent: $1. “Sir, you still have $99 left.” Arthur opened the warm bun with satisfaction and held it up to my mouth. “Child, do you want some?” I waved my hand. Arthur nodded to himself as if realizing something, and started eating. He looked at me with a face full of kindness. “You guys were born in a good era, no worries about food or drink.” Arthur ate one bun and tucked the other away, saying he’d save it for lunch. He opened a somewhat dirty water bottle and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water. Arthur had been out collecting recyclables since 5 AM. He said if he came out late, others would pick them all. Sometimes he was out all day, so lunch was just a quick bite to keep him going. I pointed to the supermarket ahead and asked if he wanted to buy something inside. “Can you buy me a pack of cigarettes?” Arthur asked, looking a bit ashamed. I thought to myself, he must be a heavy smoker. Despite being frugal, he splurged on a $12 pack of cigarettes. “Sir, $99 minus $12 leaves $87.” Since it was spend-as-you-please, I didn’t say anything. I pointed at the supermarket and asked if he wanted to buy anything else. To my surprise, Arthur left the pack of cigarettes on the counter. “Sir, your cigarettes,” the supermarket owner and I said simultaneously. Arthur waved his hand, full of gratitude towards the owner. “You give me so many cardboard boxes every time without charging me. This is for you. I see you often smoke this brand.” The owner was very surprised that the cigarettes were a gift for him. I felt ashamed of my narrow-mindedness just now. Leaving the supermarket, Arthur took me to a nearby open-air market, saying things there were cheaper. Arthur headed straight for a grain and oil stall. Seeing the white flour, his eyes sparkled. “How much is this flour?” “$2.50.” “Give me five pounds.” “What about rice?” “$3.” “Give me five pounds.” “Do you have salt?” “Two bags.” Arthur picked up some eggs. When the shopkeeper held open a bag and told him they were $4.50 a pound, Arthur was startled and hurriedly put them down. It was obvious he wanted to eat them but found them too expensive. I took the bag and handed it back to Arthur. “Sir, you spend, I pay. Just buy them.” Arthur carefully picked out four eggs. “This is too few, not even enough for one a day.” “Girl, I want to eat one a week.” I looked at Arthur in shock. “One a week?” I packed twenty eggs for him. “Sir, you need three or four just to make scrambled eggs. If your children come back, these four eggs won’t even be enough for one meal.” Arthur stopped me and gently took the eggs out one by one. “Child, I have no children, just me. That rice and flour are enough for me to eat for a month.” Arthur looked nearly eighty; how could he have no children? 2 Calculating these items, the total was $36.50. The owner rounded it down, leaving $51. $36.50 is barely enough for me to have a decent meal out, but exchanged for rice and flour, Arthur could eat for a month. I was truly shocked; it felt like Arthur and I were using different currencies. I asked Arthur what else he needed. He looked troubled, but his eyes fell on the meat stall by the street. “Sir, want to get a piece of meat?” Arthur’s eyes flashed with joy, but he asked me, “Is meat expensive?” “Sir, don’t you know how much meat is per pound?” Arthur waved his hand and said he hadn’t eaten meat in a long time. I walked to the pork stall and asked for a pound of pork. Pork was $6 a pound, which I didn’t think was expensive, but Arthur pulled me back. “Let’s eat chicken, chicken is cheaper.” “But pork and chicken don’t taste the same, Sir.” My words made Arthur laugh. With $6 for meat, $35 remained. “This… what else to buy?” Arthur was in a dilemma. “How about we stop here, girl? This is already a lot of stuff.” I never knew spending a hundred dollars could be so difficult. The era of electronic payments had long made me lose the concept of spending money. I gently reminded Arthur if there was anything he usually couldn’t bear to buy. Arthur thought for a moment and said he wanted to buy a power strip. I went to the hardware store and bought a power strip for Arthur. Holding it, he muttered, “If only I had a power strip earlier, my home wouldn’t have caught fire.” “Sir, your home caught fire?” “Yeah, burned down completely.” My heart sank. Only then did I notice the somewhat blackened and tattered clothes on Arthur. Turns out they were burned by fire. A power strip costs only $18, but Arthur lost a home because of $18. So I decided that after filming, I must go home with Arthur to take a look. “Sir, $17 left. What else do you want to buy?” “Buy a bar of soap, and a tube of toothpaste.” Arthur chose the cheapest ones, totaling $8. “Sir, $9 left. Do you want to buy some vegetables?” Arthur nodded and picked some potatoes and radishes, $1.50 a pound. Not only cheap but most importantly, these two can be stored for a long time. A total of four pounds, two big bags of vegetables, leaving $2. An old lady with a hunched back and white hair by the street whispered, “Want spinach? I grew it myself, just dug it up this morning. $1 a pound, one bundle is a pound.” The rows of small spinach were neatly arranged on her stall, not a single yellow leaf. It was obvious the old lady was meticulous, but other vendors sold spinach for $2.50 a pound. She sold it for $1 and whispered, probably afraid of upsetting the other vendors. Arthur turned around. “Give me a pound.” Arthur whispered in my ear, “Girl, give her the remaining $2.” I paused for a moment, then nodded. The old lady asked me casually what I was doing. I said I was filming videos, helping elderly people at random. Hearing this, the old lady looked kind. “Good child.” While talking, the old lady stuffed an extra bundle into the plastic bag. I was about to say I only wanted one pound. But the old lady signaled me to be quiet. “This bundle is a gift from me. Don’t tell the old man; it’s not easy for him at his age. I want to do something good too.” Her words were recorded in my phone video. The old lady didn’t know her act of kindness would open a brand new path for her in the future. The mutual kindness between two people warmed my heart. At the same time, this video went viral. Arthur went viral, and so did I. 3 The comments section exploded. [This hundred dollars was spent so worthily!] [Your hundred dollars and my hundred dollars seem different!] [So the price of one eyebrow pencil can buy so many things?] [This is the real life of people at the bottom!] [Simple and honest old man, my heart aches watching this!] [Can the blogger visit the old man’s home? I’m willing to donate money to help him.] … I updated with the tragic state of Arthur’s home. The fire indeed burned away his lifelong possessions. Arthur showed me the skin on his leg burned by the fire, which had become inflamed and adhered. I asked Arthur why he didn’t go to the hospital. He just shook his head and said the hospital was too expensive, he couldn’t afford it. He told me not to worry; he had already bought burn ointment from the clinic. I immediately took Arthur to the hospital. The doctor dressed his wounds and removed the dead tissue. Arthur didn’t even frown during the whole process. I asked him if it hurt. Arthur just said lightly, “This little injury is nothing compared to what I went through back in the day.” The doctor called me to get medicine, and I booked a full physical examination for Arthur while I was at it. I told Arthur that kind-hearted netizens online wanted to help him rebuild his house and treat his illness. He asked me what kind of “friend” a netizen (internet friend) is? I smiled and explained, “It’s a group of like-minded people from all over the country.” Arthur nodded with a smile and said, “So they are comrades, right?” I thought about it and agreed completely, “That’s right.” Originally having only over a hundred thousand followers, I gained millions overnight. Arthur’s story touched the hearts of tens of thousands of netizens. We built a house for him, furnished it, bought a fridge and color TV, and filled the fridge with pork, eggs, and fresh vegetables. Arthur was moved beyond words. Nearing eighty, he stood in front of the camera wiping his tears. A few days later, an account posted several videos in succession, including screen recordings of my live stream, with eye-catching titles: [Ten minutes of non-stop “Carnival” gifts, yet only built a house for Old Man Arthur?] [Eighty-year-old man exploited miserably!] A “Carnival” gift costs about a few hundred dollars after the platform’s cut. Ten minutes could yield two or three thousand dollars. The total gifts for one night would be around four thousand. This assumes over 100k viewers online, which isn’t the usual case. Another video title: [Using netizens’ sympathy to pay for her luxury goods!] The picture was me buying luxury goods at a counter, but I was buying a bag for my mom, unrelated to the live stream. But netizens ignored this. The narrative was quickly swayed, and comments flooded in asking me to disclose my live stream income. I hired someone to investigate the account posting this information and found out the person claimed to be Arthur’s nephew and niece. But previously I learned from Arthur that he had no children. These nephew and niece didn’t appear when Arthur was helpless before, so why did they suddenly pop up now? Just as I was confused, the hospital where Arthur had his physical exam called me, saying the report was out. He was sick. 4 The doctor told me Arthur had stomach cancer. With active treatment, there was hope. I immediately arranged hospitalization and told the doctor we would fully cooperate with the treatment, and money was not an issue. When I returned to the ward after arranging everything, a man and a woman were busy inside. Seeing me enter, Arthur enthusiastically introduced them as his nephew and niece. The two looked at me with shifty eyes. I felt they didn’t come with good intentions. Arthur mentioned before that he never married and didn’t keep in touch with relatives. How could a nephew and niece suddenly pop up? Plus the inexplicable comments online before, I feared they had ulterior motives. But seeing the long-lost smile on Arthur’s face, I swallowed the words on the tip of my tongue. “Uncle, at critical moments, it has to be family. Outsiders won’t treat you sincerely.” “You are like my own father from now on. No difference between uncle and father. We will take care of you until the end.” “Exactly. Outsiders only use you as a money tree. What’s that word? Right, right, a tool.” Arthur scoffed, “What money tree can I be at my age?” His nephew deliberately raised his voice, “Using you to gain sympathy, tricking netizens into sending gifts. I heard they can make over ten thousand a night.” Arthur looked at his nephew in disbelief. “Can make that much?” His niece glanced at me and rolled her eyes. “Exactly. Making a hundred thousand a week is easy. How much does it cost to build a shabby house for you? Just dismissed you like that. Who knows whose conscienceless pocket the rest of the money went into!” His nephew stood up and threw the towel into the basin, splashing water on my face. Relying on his burly figure, he walked up to me and threatened, “Return my uncle’s money, or you’ll be in trouble!” His fierce look was obviously meant to scare me, but I wasn’t a pushover. Before I could speak, his niece came up and slapped me across the face. “Young but not doing human deeds, earning money from the elderly, money against conscience. Careful of karma, ending up an old maid no one wants.” I had never been hit since I was little. Before her hand could drop, I grabbed her pinky and bent it upwards. She screamed in pain. While she was screaming, I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. I forced her to look up at me and asked fiercely in her ear, “Is not getting married the biggest curse you have for a woman?” “Then I wish you a disabled pinky and a bald patch on your scalp.” My hand kept bending her pinky backward. She cried in pain, but her mouth remained foul. “Bitch, let go of me. Ah… it hurts… Brother, save me.” The nephew stepped forward to push me away but was held back by Arthur behind him. The nephew shook off Arthur, pulling him from the hospital bed to the floor. A stark contrast to the filial appearance just now. “Don’t fucking pull me.” Arthur hugged the nephew’s leg tightly on the floor, almost pleading, “John, what are you doing?” Hospital security arrived upon hearing the noise and stopped the farce. The doctor asked who the family was. The nephew and niece straightened their backs and stepped forward. “We are the family, the insiders. As for other idle people, I think your hospital should kick them out.” “Okay, then come with me to pay the fees. Ensure there are sufficient funds on the card.” “What? Pay… pay how much?” “Deposit five thousand first.” Hearing this, the nephew and niece immediately stepped back and pointed at me. “Money, she pays.” Mention money and family ties are gone. I paid the money and heard the nephew and niece whispering in the corridor. “Tonight we’ll use our own account to live stream the old man. Can’t let that bitch earn another cent. Look how generous she is, paying five thousand just like that. How much has she earned using the old man!”

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Ordering incubi online is a trend lately, but I couldn’t afford one, so I picked one up from the roadside. But this incubus is of poor quality. Not only does he have a bad temper, but he also has no interest in me, preferring to starve rather than “eat.” I had no choice but to send a picture of his succubus mark to a relevant shop owner, asking how to discipline this model. The shop owner freaked out: “Honey!! Are you kidding me?! That’s no incubus?!” “That’s a demon! And the worst kind!” 1 After work, I quietly asked a female colleague: “What if the incubus at home refuses to eat?” “How could that be?” The colleague was surprised, “Incubi get weak if they don’t eat. Mine needs to be fed three times a week. My best friend’s is even more exaggerated; four or five times a week isn’t enough!” “That much appetite?” I thought of Raven’s cold eyes. He didn’t look weak at all. “But there are a few possibilities…” “What?” I pricked up my ears. “He might have had another master before, or he has physical issues. I suggest you ask the online shop owner.” But I was too embarrassed to tell her. My incubus wasn’t bought. He was picked up. 2 My colleague gave me an idea. No matter how cold an incubus is, he can’t resist his racial instincts. She told me to dress a little revealingly and try to seduce him. Back home at night. I stared at Raven. Dark skin, firm muscles. His features were impeccable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spotted him by the dumpster at first glance. “What are you looking at?” Raven asked impatiently. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” “No, I’m fine.” Raven had a bad temper and spoke aggressively. Unlike other incubi, who were docile and obedient. To check where Raven was broken, I reached out to touch him. Abs were fine, waist was fine too. The chocolate chest was also— “What are you doing?” Raven almost jumped up, looking irritable. “Who allowed you to touch me? Get your dirty hands off!” Strange, everything seemed fine. Could it be that part that doesn’t work? As my gaze moved down. Raven was exasperated: “What are you looking at? Zoey Zhou, I’m asking you, what are you looking at? Is that something a human like you can look at?” My colleague was right. He was most likely broken. If not broken, who would be willing to throw away such a good-looking incubus? I had to verify it in practice. I took off my jacket, revealing the semi-transparent tulle I had put on beforehand. The room suddenly became very hot. When Raven was emotionally unstable, his body would heat up, and the surrounding atmosphere would become hot too. I asked others; their incubi didn’t have this trait. Maybe there are physical differences between demons. I straddled Raven. “Are you hungry?” “…Get off me!” “Eat if you’re hungry, don’t suppress yourself.” “I said get off!” I pretended not to hear, grabbing his chin. I planted a kiss on his burning lips. Raven was furious: “What did you give me? Why can’t I resist?” “Added a little incubus-specific drug.” “You actually drugged me? Zoey Zhou! I’m going to kill you!” “You should call me Master.” “I’m not that kind of lowly creature, I, the dignified pure-blood de—” Raven stopped mid-sentence. His eyes were forbearing, like someone enduring humiliation for a greater purpose. At the same time, I felt it. The chocolate bar specs were superior, even exceeding expectations. His function should be fine. Then only one possibility remained—he had another master. Raven somehow regained his strength. And pushed me away hard. “Trying to control me with mere drugs? Humans are truly stupid!” Watching his retreating figure leaving the room without looking back. Case solved. Not only did he have another master, but he also couldn’t forget his ex-master. 3 Actually, I had guessed this long ago. After all, I picked Raven up. Ordering incubi online has been popular in recent years. I heard incubi not only please their masters but some can also do housework. I really wanted one, but I couldn’t afford it. A month ago, I found the abandoned Raven by the dumpster. At that time, he was pale and dying. I brought him home, gave him food and water. Raven was silent, seeming not to want much contact with me. I asked: “Do you remember where your home is? When you rest well, I’ll take you to find your master.” “No such thing.” “What?” “I have no master.” He was a bit displeased. But he had a name. Incubus names are given by their masters. So I guessed he was released and abandoned by his master. I kept Raven with me. But because of his resistance, we never signed a contract. Now, I understand. Although Raven had a tough mouth, he was surprisingly loyal. He actually never forgot his ex-master, right? A few days later, my guess was confirmed. On the weekend, I took Raven to see the tidal bore. Before leaving, I specifically instructed: “For the sake of eating and drinking my stuff every day, if a big wave comes, you have to protect me.” Raven hummed a “Mn,” lacking interest. But after arriving at the viewing point, he suddenly became serious. Following Raven’s gaze, I found he was looking at a girl. Staring so intently that he didn’t even hear me calling him. I guessed that girl might be his ex-master. Suddenly, a big wave hit. Raven abandoned me and rushed to the girl. With his height of nearly 6’3″, he blocked the big wave for the girl. Then, before the girl could see his face clearly, he walked away silently. I didn’t dodge in time and was soaked through. I asked Raven: “Do you know that girl?” For the first time, Raven didn’t deny it. 4 Because of getting wet, I caught a cold and curled up in bed groggily. Raven seemed unaccustomed to seeing me like this, muttering: “Getting sick from a little water, humans are so fragile.” Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. “Hello, we received a report of an unregistered creature appearing nearby, please cooperate with our investigation.” I scrambled up: “Unregistered creature?” “Yes, according to relevant regulations, we need to take unregistered creatures away for disposal.” Wouldn’t Raven be in danger? Being abandoned by his master meant being stripped of “registration.” Should also fall into the unregistered category, right? I quickly pushed Raven into the closet. The enforcement officers came in and looked around, finding nothing. Their eyes fell on the closet. “Can we open it to check?” I blocked the closet: “Sorry, it’s full of my privacy.” “The situation is urgent, please cooperate.” “No, it’s all lingerie and things only meant for my boyfriend to see.” The two officers looked at each other. “What if we insist on opening it?” “Please respect my privacy. You demanding to inspect my room in the middle of the night is already unreasonable. If you must embarrass me, knock me out first.” They dared not use violent enforcement. After discussing for a moment, they said: “Forget it, a little girl like you probably wouldn’t hide a malicious creature.” “Malicious creature?” The enforcement officers hesitated for a moment, showing slight fear on their faces. “It’s… a demon.” 4 (Note: Chapter numbering repeats in source, continuing as intended) I remembered the news I saw a few days ago. Said there were demons appearing recently, citizens please be careful. After the outsiders left, Raven came out of the closet. He looked at me with a complicated gaze: “Why didn’t you hand me over?” “If I hand you over, you might not survive.” “Didn’t you hear them? There are demons.” I chuckled: “They are looking for demons, what does it have to do with a little incubus like you?” “…Little, in, cu, bus?!” “Yeah yeah,” I pointed to his waist, “The succubus mark is there, do you still want to cosplay a demon?” “…” Don’t know which sentence stepped on Raven’s tail. He got angry again. “But having said that,” I looked at him smilingly, “Even if you don’t like me and refuse to acknowledge me, I will protect you.” “Why?” “Because liking you is enough for me.” Just a human’s liking for an interesting creature. Like I like puppies and kittens. But Raven thought of something else, suddenly blushing. The surrounding air also became hot and scorching. “What, what nonsense… too frivolous…” But I didn’t tell him. I had decided to help him return to his ex-master. Before that, as compensation for bringing him home without permission and touching him, I would definitely protect him from harm.

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I joined a travel reality show with my best friend, and she was suddenly proposed to by a famous movie star. In the romantic atmosphere, I screamed: “Stop! Stop! Haven’t taken photos yet! Don’t kneel first! Don’t say yes yet!” Without hesitation, I squatted down, stuck my butt out, and frantically snapped pictures from all angles. The esports god beside me fell into contemplation looking at the photos on my camera, which only showed the back of the movie star’s black head and my best friend’s beautiful face. I wiped away tears of excitement: “Boohoo, what are you waiting for, give my best friend some fill light!” The esports god spoke cautiously: “…” “Um… do you want to consider taking a picture of the guy’s face?” Netizen’s hot comment: [What’s the difference between this and a war correspondent!! Begging for such a supportive bestie!!] [Who said this best friend is no good! This best friend is amazing! I totally accept!!!] 1 When my best friend Chloe Miller brought the variety show invitation, I was diligently Photoshopping her beautiful photos on the computer, emitting my ten-thousand-and-first sigh: “Beauty attack! How can there be such a flawless modeling face!!” “It’s really a waste on that brat Liam Brooks!!!” Yes, Liam Brooks is the pig that dug up my best friend’s cabbage! Chloe couldn’t help pursing her lips and smiling: “So can you join the travel variety show with me? I recommended you to the director team.” “Travel variety show?” I blinked, a bit reluctant. Although Chloe is a popular female star in the entertainment industry, as her best friend, I am indeed a solid C-lister who gets chased and scolded. The reason is simple. When Chloe and Liam met at the peak, the movie king and queen announced their relationship, almost blowing up Twitter trending topics. I, the best friend who knew the inside story, was pushed into the public eye. Interviews followed one after another, asking me: “In your opinion, who is more outstanding, Chloe or Liam?” At that time, I answered honestly: “Chloe has won the Best Actress Award three years in a row. I see all her hard work and feel distressed for her, so in my opinion, Chloe is more outstanding.” But this passage was edited and marketed in various ways, and finally the style gradually twisted into— I think Liam is not worthy of Chloe. Liam’s fans thought I was smearing their idol. CP fans thought I was sowing discord. Chloe’s fans thought I was deliberately rubbing off popularity and stepping on others. So, I was besieged by three families and became a C-lister. Fortunately, Chloe often dropped coins and introduced gigs, so I didn’t starve to death. But this variety show is live… Sensing my hesitation, Chloe came over and rubbed against me: “Sierra, please, traveling so far away, people are scared~” Me: “…” This sister didn’t say that when she climbed five mountains in five days alone. She said she was a woman like an eagle… Unable to withstand such a lively beauty acting coquettish, I rubbed my eyebrows: “Alright then…” 2 “Letters from the Sea Breeze” is a travel live broadcast variety show organized by Fruit TV. Guests travel to Seaview City for seven days to experience the romantic local customs. When I gathered with Chloe in front of the six-seater SUV, the other guests had already arrived. Popular Movie Star — Liam Brooks. Esports God — Jace Carter. Host — Bella Quinn. My gaze froze involuntarily. Bella curled her lips and came over to greet me: “Sierra Cole, long time no see!” The barrage in the live broadcast room laughed first— [Wow kaka! First time seeing my God Jace on a variety show! Licking screen ing…] [Dying of laughter! How does Sierra feel seeing an old acquaintance? Do you feel slapped in the face!?] [Really feel distressed for my baby Chloe, why is she still playing with someone like Sierra!? Even participating in a variety show to rub off popularity, shameless!?] … I pursed my lips. Back then, Bella was just a small marketing account with a hundred thousand followers. She tried every means to find me and said she wanted to do an interview. But after the interview, she started creating gimmicks to guide the trend and jumped to become an internet celebrity. I became the C-lister chased and scolded. “Damn! Why is she here!?” Chloe muttered irritably beside me, “The program team is too disgusting. I asked for a four-person trip! Why did they add her temporarily? Does the program team treat us like fools??” I poked her helplessly and whispered a reminder: “Live broadcast! Pay attention to your image! Endure it!” The program team naturally enjoyed seeing this kind of Shura field (intense conflict). For me, I’m already so obscure, not afraid of being more obscure. Just worried about Bella causing trouble and affecting Chloe… “Chloe, long time no see, miss you so much.” Bella walked up familiarly wanting to hug Chloe. Chloe dodged and raised an official smile: “Yes, yes, long time no see.” After putting all luggage into the trunk, Liam actively took on the responsibility of driving. Chloe just wanted to sit in the second row with me, but was pulled by Bella. Bella blinked at her: “Chloe, you sit in the passenger seat. I’ll sit in the second row.” “On the way, I can listen to you share your romantic relationship history.” “You don’t know, hearing that I’m going to participate in the variety show with you guys, my fans couldn’t wait to leave messages for me, wanting me to interview more!” “Chloe, you won’t deprive me of the opportunity to ship CP on the spot, right?” 3 Helplessly, Chloe could only sit in the passenger seat. Bella sat in the seat behind her, and I sat in the third row. Jace, who had been wearing a baseball cap, looked up, revealing his eyes for only a second, then lowered his head and climbed into the third row, sitting silently beside me. I couldn’t help looking at him a couple more times. Just as I was about to speak. Bella turned her head and actively grabbed the conversation: “God Jace, why don’t you sit in the second row?” “You won the championship in the National Esports League last week. I still want to interview you.” Jace leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his chin hidden in the collar of his windbreaker, his slender fingertips pressing down the baseball cap, showing an attitude of “strangers keep away.” “No need, I’m sleepy.” First time hitting a wall, Bella’s face stiffened. I couldn’t help laughing, the smile on my lips hadn’t been hidden yet. Bella’s provocative gaze fell over: “Sierra, the requirement for this trip is lightness. Everyone only brought one suitcase. Why are you carrying so many big bags? The trunk almost couldn’t fit them.” I hugged the bag in my arms: “I brought cameras, a lot of equipment.” “Doesn’t the program team have special cameras? Why bring a camera? Heavy and takes up space.” Bella frowned dissatisfiedly. Netizens also raised questions one after another— [Sierra brings the most stuff! Not a big star, but quite a big pomp… hehe…] [Still that question, when can Chloe break off friendship with this leech friend!!!] [Off topic, did anyone notice Jace Carter in the corner? Although his face is covered tightly, the exposed fingers are white and slender, so good looking…] … Sensing the situation was wrong, Chloe turned her head to explain: “Of course it’s to take pictures of me. Many of my photos were taken by Sierra. Sierra’s photography skills are very good!” Liam, who was driving, chimed in: “I can prove this point!” I patted my chest and promised: “Chloe, don’t worry, this time I will definitely continue to produce beautiful photos!” “Then trouble Sierra to take a few beautiful photos for me too this time.” Bella looked over smilingly. Me: “…” 4 After driving for several hours, just when everyone was drowsy, we finally arrived at the homestay. Seaview City is by the sea, and the location of the homestay is excellent, right by the beach. Jace greeted us lightly, carrying his suitcase upstairs first. I couldn’t help looking at him a couple more times. Chloe whispered gossip: “He is the captain of the K.O team. It is said that this sponsor let him show his face to increase the popularity of their esports team.” “No wonder he looks like he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” I nodded and opened the suitcase, “I brought a lot of clothes suitable for taking pictures by the sea this time. It’s sunset by the sea now, the scenery is super beautiful. Let me take pictures of you!” “You actually brought so many!?” Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Of course!” I spread the clothes one by one on the sofa, “Some are sent by brands, some are ones you bought and never wore. I brought them all seeing they fit. I also brought a lot of corresponding accessories.” Chloe was dazzled, hesitated for a while and chose a light blue tie-dyed ethnic style dress, and draped a knitted beige shawl with long tassels hanging from the hem. With smooth big waves, the whole person was unrealistically beautiful. I couldn’t help sighing, Chloe is simply a miracle of creation. Knowing her for these years, my biggest hobby is dressing her up like a Barbie doll and taking various good-looking photos of her. And those god-tier pictures of hers are mostly from my hands. Satisfied admiring my work, I stepped forward to help Chloe adjust the details of the clothes, when a slight tearing sound came from behind. Accompanied by Bella’s complaint: “This dress is too tight, right? Can’t put it on at all!?” My heart skipped a beat, turning to look. Saw Bella coming out of the toilet, wearing a pure white dress from my suitcase that I hadn’t taken out yet. I rushed up immediately, questioning angrily: “Who let you take it!?” “Aren’t you going to take pictures of us!? Taking out so many clothes isn’t it for us to choose?” Bella answered righteously. Seeing her extremely shameless look, I was dizzy with anger: “These clothes are not prepared for you! Taking a step back, even if you want to borrow clothes to wear, why didn’t you tell me!?” “You guys were chatting hotly just now, I didn’t want to disturb you.” Bella glanced at the cameraman next to her, her attitude softened, trying to explain, “Your suitcase was open, clothes just lying there, I thought we could choose freely… it’s my misunderstanding, I’m really sorry…” I pursed my lips, looking at the clothes on her. This one was specially prepared for Chloe before coming. Off-shoulder style, layered skirt hem, covered with a layer of light gauze. The first time I saw it at the counter, I felt it was especially suitable for Chloe. I saved up some spare money to buy it and planned to give it to Chloe. Result now it is worn on Bella, and the waist of the skirt has a long narrow tear due to violent pulling. Can’t wear it at all!!! The cameraman carried the camera and slowly zoomed in. Bella gently touched my arm, her eyes starting to turn red: “Sorry, don’t be angry, I didn’t know you didn’t plan to take pictures of me…” “This skirt is too tight, I accidentally broke it when putting it on, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll pay you however much…” I looked at her coldly, not believing she was unintentional at all: “Don’t you know what size you wear? Forcing it when you can’t put it on, do you do this when trying on clothes at the counter too?” Tears rolled down from the corners of Bella’s eyes instantly: “Sorry, I didn’t know this dress would break with a gentle pull…” Netizens in the live broadcast room were filled with righteous indignation— [Bella apologized and planned to pay, Sierra still won’t let go! What on earth do you want!?] [Hehe! Sierra is really interesting, planning to extort our Bella with some street stall goods from nowhere? Our Bella usually wears big brands, giving you face to wear that skirt!] [I see it, Sierra is isolating Bella. Preparing so many nice clothes for Chloe and taking pictures for her, isn’t it just rushing to flatter and rub off popularity!? So disgusting!!!]

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Near finals week, my boyfriend received a love letter that read: [Mr. Thorne, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend?] Soon after, amidst the cheers of her classmates, the girl confessed loudly. She asked: “Mr. Thorne, will you be my boyfriend?” Just then, I saw the bullet comments. [Here it comes! The female lead finally confesses to the male lead. The classic teacher-student romance plot is officially starting!] [The female lead is confessing, so why is the vicious female side character just standing at the door? Does she think she’s not enough of an eyesore?] 1 I stood frozen at the classroom door. The person being confessed to in the center of the classroom right now was indeed the male lead mentioned in the comments, my boyfriend whom I was discussing marriage with—Ethan Thorne. The comments in front of my eyes continued: [So sweet I’m crying. The male and female leads have the cutest age gap. Old woman, get lost!] [Don’t worry, don’t worry. The Dean will get rid of her with a text message. After all, this is the scene where the leads confirm their feelings. How could the old woman be allowed to be a stumbling block here?] [Male lead, say yes quickly! Then you can unlock the classroom play tonight! Gotta say, these young couples know how to have fun!] [I remember that part. The male lead bows down before the female lead. She takes off his glasses and steps on his shoulder, and he pants like a dog. The female side character should reflect on herself. Can her old face still excite the male lead?!] ? Thinking of Ethan’s unsatisfied, craving look this morning, I couldn’t help but be suspicious. Are these comments real? But the next second. My phone vibrated violently. The Dean sent a message. [Sarah, come to my office.] As soon as I entered the Dean’s office, he locked the door and asked with concern: “Sarah, I heard a student wrote a love letter to Ethan? This could be big or small, you guys have to handle it well.” I knew what he meant. More than a decade ago, the Dean had a favorite student who became a teacher. Because she was young and got along well with the students, a boy in her class soon developed feelings for her and confessed loudly. As a teacher, she sternly refused. But unexpectedly, after being rejected, the boy acted extremely radically. He left a suicide note that was practically a confession of love, then turned around and jumped off the school building’s roof. In the end, although he didn’t die, his lower body was completely paralyzed. A promising student destined for the Ivy League was ruined. The parents came to the school and made a huge scene, pointing at the female teacher’s nose and calling her a seductive bitch and a slut. They even went to her boyfriend’s house to mourn. The teacher was first dumped, then fired, and finally suffered from severe mental illness. Therefore, facing us young teachers, the Dean would bring this up from time to time to warn us. “Don’t be fooled by some students being introverted. The more introverted the student, the more likely they are to do crazy things.” I thought of the girl who confessed to Ethan. The female lead mentioned in the comments. She was the girl with the lowest presence in the class, Lily Evans. “Also, Ethan has been sponsoring Lily Evans for a year. Did you know about this?” 2 The comments were now updating me on the progress of the leads’ relationship in real-time. [Look at the female lead’s little face, all flushed. Reminds me of my puppy love days. Oh youth!] [The male lead called the female lead out! They’re gonna go out and smooch!] [Makes sense. Rather than kissing the old woman homeroom teacher a hundred times, it’s better to kiss the female lead’s soft, pink lips once.] [The male lead only has responsibility towards the female side character. Passion and love are long gone. True love is…???] The comments froze. My heart sank. Ethan and I were middle school classmates, childhood sweethearts. In middle school, his parents were busy with business, so they sent Ethan to live with his grandmother in our town. We were desk mates then. At first, we just secretly liked each other, but no one broke that layer of window paper. It wasn’t until the year of the SATs, when Ethan’s parents retired and settled in the capital, wanting to take Ethan back for his senior year and the exams. Ethan finally confessed to me, grabbing my hand and asking me to trust him, saying he would definitely go to the same university as me, and that I had long been in his future plans. Those hands were sweaty, but his eyes were full of stars that made my heart flutter. It was the sweetness and shared goals of these years that made me unable to believe the love-crazed man in the comments was Ethan. I suddenly thought of the day Ethan received the love letter a week ago. That day was the grade-wide cleaning day. The homeroom teacher of the class next door went into labor days early. The whole floor was in chaos. Ethan and several other male teachers went to help take her to the hospital. When getting off work, I picked up Ethan’s textbooks and backpack for him. Just as I picked them up, a thin pink letter paper fluttered to the ground. The handwriting was like the person. Delicate and quiet. It read: [Mr. Thorne, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Will you be my boyfriend?] Signed: Lily Evans. That night I showed the confession letter to Ethan. His face looked terrible. “Did Lily really write this?” “Could it be a punishment for losing a game of Truth or Dare?” “I’ll go to school tomorrow and have a good talk with her!” The more he spoke, the more Ethan seemed ready to fight. I was the one who stopped him, telling him to ask the experienced Dean for advice first. I also persuaded him. As a woman, being both Lily’s homeroom teacher and his fiancée, if we really needed to talk to Lily, I might be more suitable than him. But with heavy teaching tasks and many homeroom duties, this dragged on until today. Lily’s confession. Ethan’s attitude. And the Dean’s sentence just now, the fact that Ethan had sponsored Lily for a year. I pinched my brow, feeling a headache coming on. The comments that had frozen just now started scrolling again. More densely than before. [What nonsense is the male lead talking about?! What do you mean ‘demonstrate how you concluded you like the teacher’?!] [This is smut, bro. Just do it already. How can you use your 98.6°F mouth to say words that cause premature ejaculation?!] [I’m out. I’ll come back tonight when the female lead gets framed by the male side character for the paid content.] [Hohoho, I’ll come back tonight too.] 3 I decided to call Lily’s parents. Unexpectedly, as soon as I spoke, I was caught off guard by their attitude. “Don’t look for me if there’s trouble. Isn’t there a sucker willing to sponsor her? Go find whoever’s sponsoring her! We didn’t ask her to study. Unless she gets knocked up or dies! Otherwise, don’t bother us!” In the background, besides the grumpy middle-aged male voice, there were a woman’s screams and a baby’s loud crying. “Damn woman, can you feed the kid! Make Jack stop crying! My head is about to explode!” I couldn’t believe it: “Lily’s parent…” But the next second, the phone hung up with a snap. The busy tone beeped in the receiver. The substitute teacher for the class next door asked: “Was that Lily’s family?” Seeing me nod, she sighed. “That child is pitiful.” “Her parents worked out of town before and left her with the elderly at home. Last year her parents got pregnant and had a second child. Seeing it was a boy, they immediately didn’t want their daughter to continue studying to save money for the family.” “I heard that they even beat her up at the school gate before.” I quickly asked when this happened. The substitute teacher said it was last year, right when she started tenth grade. Seeing my face turn pale, she comforted me, saying there were so many students in the class, even a homeroom teacher couldn’t cover everything and notice everyone. “Especially since this is your first time being a homeroom teacher.” She comforted me like this. But my heart was still heavy. The second period was my class. Lily sat in her seat with her bangs drooping. I carefully observed this girl for the first time. Thin, frail, face pale, sitting there silently with very little presence, as if any random shadow could crush her. Could such a girl confess to a teacher in front of all her classmates? After class, I called the Chinese class representative. I had seen her holding hands with Lily going to the restroom a few times before, thinking they were good friends. “But Ms. Sarah, Lily and I haven’t been friends for a long time.” The girl twisted her fingers, looking uneasy. “She always lies, saying how good her parents are to her, saying her parents made big money in the city and would buy a house when they return, giving her the best room as a bedroom. But actually, her parents ignore her.” “Last New Year’s Eve party ended too late. My parents happened to be on a business trip and I was afraid to stay alone, so I asked if I could go back to her house with her. As a result, her parents wouldn’t even open the door for her. We waited for fully half an hour before her grandma opened a crack for us to sneak in. Only then did I know her family wasn’t like what she said at all.” “Teacher, I don’t want to be friends with a liar. Is that wrong?” the class representative asked me. Is it wrong? My subconscious answer was no. But as a teacher, I couldn’t jump to conclusions so easily. “Is there any student bullying her in class?” The little girl shook her head, avoiding my eyes, and said: “I don’t know.” I smiled at her, signaling her to leave first, then called the next student in. Asked the same question. “Are you friends with Lily? Is anyone bullying her in class?” A class is like a small society. No matter how much of an ivory tower it is, students will be divided into ranks. Those with good grades, rich families, and good looks will naturally be sorted into the most popular tier. I asked more than ten girls in a row. The answers I got were that they weren’t friends with Lily, weren’t familiar, and didn’t know if anyone in class bullied her. Although Lily was reticent, she was careful and serious. Teachers usually asked her to help collect homework, so her interaction with classmates couldn’t be too little. But the answers I got now made me suspicious. Ding. The phone vibrated. Ethan sent a message saying he took the afternoon off. I didn’t reply to him. The next period was self-study. I decided to sneak into the class to take a look first. 4 Just approaching the class, I suddenly heard a gasp. Looking in through the small round window at the back of the classroom, I saw Lily bending over to pick up a homework notebook, while the class monitor, Brad Miller, stood in front of her with a bad smirk, stepping on the notebook with his limited edition sneakers, preventing the girl from pulling it out no matter how hard she tried. Brad was not only the class monitor but also handsome, had excellent grades, and his family was very wealthy. Several teachers told me they saw a driver picking him up in a luxury car after school. The boys sitting below had lights in their eyes. The girls all kept their heads down, as if reading seriously. “Yes, bend over just like that. The view from this angle is the most beautiful.” “Didn’t expect the lying girl to brag so much, but her chest is flat as a runway.” After speaking, Brad ordered Lily not to move and took out his phone to record. I watched dumbfounded, simply unable to believe it. The thin girl bent over in humiliation. Even from this distance, I could see her tears falling drop by drop. Other classmates in the class acted as if sacrificing Lily would keep them safe, all lowering their eyes and staying silent. Not friends?! No one bullying her?! This was clearly isolating Lily for fear of getting burned! In an instant, my anger shot to the top of my head, feeling like every hair was about to explode. I lifted my foot and walked towards the classroom. Sharp-eared students obviously discovered my arrival. There was a flurry of panic in the classroom. By the time I walked in, Brad had already picked up the notebook on the ground and handed it to Lily seriously. “Student Lily, this is my homework.” At this moment, he put on that good student mask again. Sunny, gentle, polite. I pretended not to see what just happened and looked at Brad. “Brad Miller, come to my office.” In my peripheral vision, Lily’s expression was pale and terribly ugly.

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My childhood sweetheart, Jack, accidentally killed someone while trying to save a life and was sentenced to ten years in prison. Before he went in, he begged me to take care of his parents. I thought he entrusted me with this heavy responsibility because he saw me as his future wife, so I tearfully agreed. For ten years, I worked tirelessly, taking care of his parents without complaint. I even sold my blood and a kidney to pay for his mother’s medical bills… all to fulfill my promise to him. It turned out he didn’t accidentally kill anyone; he took the fall for someone else. When he got out, he brought back not only a hundred thousand dollars but also a woman and a ten-year-old child. “Sunny, thank you for taking care of my family these past ten years. Here is a thousand dollars as my gratitude and compensation. In the future, you’ll still be like a sister to me!” Only then did I realize I had misunderstood him. He only asked me to take care of his parents, not to marry him. But all these years, I poured my heart and soul into his family, ruining my health. How could a mere thousand dollars compensate for that? Already exhausted and sickly, I died from spitting blood in a fit of rage. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Jack begged me to take care of his parents. 1 Late Autumn, 1987: I curled up in the leaky woodshed of the Walker family, watching the bloody foam on my palm turn an eerie pink in the halo of the oil lamp. Laughter came from the main house. “That fool Sunny Song really thought she was the Walker family’s daughter-in-law… Little did she know, she spent ten years taking care of my parents for me!” “I told her to help me take care of my parents, and she came running. I never said I liked her or wanted to marry her. She cheapened herself!” “My son is truly capable. With just one sentence, that desperate Sunny Song became our free maid for ten years!” “Fred Song always suppresses me at the factory, but his daughter served my family like a slave. In this life, I, Arthur Walker, am indeed more blessed than him!” “Daddy, Mommy, is Sunny like what people call a slut?” … For ten years, I worked hard without complaint in the Walker family. I never expected to end up like this. “Hehehe…” I laughed low, feeling my life was a joke. In a trance, the kind and doting gazes of my parents and brother and sister-in-law appeared before my eyes. I reached out: “Dad, Mom, Brother, Sister-in-law…” The next second, I felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. The moment I closed my eyes, I secretly swore that if there was a next life, I would never have anything to do with the Walker family again. 1976: “Sunny, my case is going to trial. Although it was accidental manslaughter, it’s still killing someone. The lawyer said I might get ten years.” “We grew up together. You are the person I trust most. Please take care of my parents in the future, okay?” A man’s voice pulled me back from my memories. I looked up and saw Jack Walker sitting opposite me in prison uniform, my eyes wide with shock. Didn’t I die? How come…? The calendar on the wall showed it was July 8, 1976. I… I was reborn!!! Reborn back to the day Jack entrusted his parents to me! In my previous life, because I liked this neighbor brother since childhood, I sympathized with his situation. I thought his entrusting his parents to me at this time was trust, treating me as family. Not only did I agree to his request, but I also waited wholeheartedly for him to come out, marry me, and live a good life together without asking for anything in return. Unexpectedly, he already had a girlfriend. It was none other than my high school classmate, Jessica King. At this moment, Jessica was already pregnant with his child. The compensation he received for taking the fall also went entirely into Jessica’s pocket. She used that money to start a business, riding the wave of reform, and soon became the richest person in their village. In my previous life, when Jack’s mother was sick and times were hardest, I went to her house to borrow money. But she didn’t mention a word about her and Jack, watching me kowtow to every household until my head bled to borrow medical fees for Jack’s mother, Grace Miller. Afterwards, I questioned her. Since she took Jack’s compensation, why didn’t she take out the money when Jack’s mother was sick? Clearly, she was the daughter-in-law of the Walker family. Why did she leave the two elders for me to support? Unexpectedly, she said Jack taking the fall was under a confidentiality agreement and couldn’t be exposed. She didn’t take out the money for Jack’s sake. As for the Walker parents, they knew about Jack’s relationship with her and knew she had given birth to a son for Jack. The reason they didn’t tell me was that they knew my feelings for Jack and were afraid I would be agitated if I knew. All this was for my own good. Looking at the happy family of five in front of me and their hypocritical faces, I couldn’t help but laugh low. “Hehehehe… for my own good?” “Jack Walker, Jessica King, Grace Miller, Arthur Walker! Do you four take me for a fool?” Only then did I realize that the Walker family had long colluded to take advantage of me. Afraid I would be agitated? All fake!!! They just wanted to trick me into serving their family like a slave. Fortunately, God has eyes and let me live again. Opposite me, seeing me dazed, Jack grabbed my hand tightly, his eyes full of hope. Looking at the face of Jack that once fascinated me, I withdrew my hand indifferently. “Jack, this isn’t appropriate, is it?” “Although we are childhood friends and our families are close.” “But I’m still an unmarried girl. I’ll get married sooner or later. I’m afraid I can’t take care of your parents.” “I’m afraid my future in-laws will gossip.” My words made Jack slightly stunned, frowning, a strange expression on his face. “You… you want to get married? But aren’t you…” I played with my braids, asking innocently: “Aren’t I what?” Jack found it hard to speak: “Don’t you have feelings for me…” I realized what he meant and blushed instantly: “Jack, why bring this up?” “Who doesn’t know you’re already with Jessica King from the King family in your village?” “I saw her with a big belly going for a checkup a few days ago. It must be your child, right?” “Her belly is pointed; it must be a boy. Just wait to be a dad!” My words left Jack shocked and uncertain: “You… what did you say? Jessica is pregnant?!” “Why didn’t she tell me?” After saying that, he realized he let it slip, hurriedly covering his mouth, looking at me with apprehension. Seeing him like this, how could I not understand? He deliberately hid the fact that he had a girlfriend to trick me into being a sucker! I immediately said: “It’s okay! Jack.” “I admit I had some thoughts about you before, but I, Sunny Song, am not an unreasonable girl. Since you have a partner, I shouldn’t pester you.” “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Jessica King what you entrusted. From now on, your parents are her responsibility!” “It’s getting late. I’ll go back first. I’ll visit you next time!” Then, ignoring Jack’s anxious face, I got up and left. 2 Leaving the detention center, the bright sun overhead felt warm on my body. Thinking that in my previous life, I worked like a beast for that scumbag Jack for ten years. Although less than thirty, I looked like I was forty or fifty. Because I sold a kidney to treat Jack’s mother, I became disabled, couldn’t do heavy work, and was despised by his mother for eating for free at home, forced to live in the woodshed. Thinking of this made me feel suffocated and angry. The thought that I disappointed my parents and family for such a thing made me ashamed. I immediately bought a ticket home. My parents were dual-income workers, and the family lived in the family compound assigned by the unit. Along the way, ignoring the neighbors’ pointing fingers, I excitedly called out to my parents. “Mom, Dad! I’m back!” As soon as I entered the door, my dad’s shoe flew out, brushing past my ear. “Damn girl, you still have the face to come back?” “Didn’t you die in the Walker family and abandon me and your mom?!” My dad, Fred Song, was a skilled worker at the steel factory. Accustomed to physical work, he was impatient and loud. But since childhood, he loved me, his daughter, the most and never mistreated me. His anger this time was entirely because I ignored the family’s opposition, gave up the job at the cotton mill my family found for me through connections, and insisted on going to the rural Walker family to take care of Jack’s parents. Knowing my dad meant well and was angry, I hurriedly picked up the shoe on the ground and leaned in pitifully. “Dad, don’t be angry.” “It’s because Jack just went in. I was afraid his parents would be sad and something would happen, so I went to help for a few days.” “As soon as this was done, I came back immediately!” My dad, Fred, took a hard puff on his pipe and said coldly: “Don’t think I don’t know, you came back to ask for money and tickets again, right?” “Didn’t I just give you so many food stamps and twenty dollars a few days ago? Spent so quickly?” My dad’s monthly salary at the steel factory was only forty dollars. Twenty dollars was half his monthly salary. But although he was angry at me for subsidizing the Walker family, when I asked for money and tickets, he still took out the family’s rations and gave them to me. My mom, Lily Song, came in with a basket of eggs at this time. Seeing me, her face was full of worry. “Yes, daughter, I know you like that kid Jack.” “But he is a murderer now! Who knows when he will get out after going in.” “You are only eighteen this year. Are you going to delay your youth like this?” In my previous life, whenever my parents mentioned Jack was a murderer, I would get anxious. Saying he accidentally killed someone while acting bravely for a just cause, he was a hero. But now I knew my parents were the ones with foresight. They were really doing it for my own good! I immediately said: “Mom, I just came back from seeing Jack. He said he might be sentenced to ten years!” “Although we are neighbors with the Walker family and grew up together.” “But as the saying goes, help the emergency, not the poor. I can’t take care of his parents for ten years just because he won’t be back for ten years, right?” “So I came back!” As soon as I finished speaking, my sister-in-law Luna Qin’s voice rang out. “Sunny Song, you money-losing goods, you want to help Jack raise the Walker parents for ten years?” “Do you have any shame as a girl?” “What are you to the Walker family? Did Jack save your life in a previous life?” Sister-in-law Luna Qin was an obstetrician at the county hospital, beautiful, fashionable, and a college graduate. In this era, she was a proud daughter of heaven, a perfect match for my brother, a company commander. Originally, my brother had found a job for her in the military hospital, but she wanted to take care of my parents and me nearby, so she didn’t move with the army. The two were separated often, only meeting during holidays, so they hadn’t had children after being married for almost two years. In my previous life, because of inferiority, I felt this sister-in-law looked down on me, suppressing and crowding me out because of her good job and education. Unexpectedly, when I fainted in the field due to wound infection from illegally selling a kidney, it was my sister-in-law who saved me regardless of past grudges and took out the money she and my brother had saved for years to buy a house to pay for my medical bills. Later, due to railway realignment and demolition compensation, the price of the house they originally fancied rose dozens of times. They missed the chance to get rich because of this. Thinking of this, ignoring the disgust on my sister-in-law’s face, I threw myself into her arms. “Sister-in-law, you are right to scold. I was too self-deprecating and shamed our Song family!” “I swear, I will never go to the Walker family to take care of the Walker parents again, nor will I take things or money to their house.” “If I lie, let me… die without a burial place!” 3 Hearing my words, my sister-in-law’s face became a bit unnatural. But soon she darkened her face. “Sunny Song, cut it out!” “You like that Jack so much; I don’t believe you would suddenly change your nature.” “Tell me, is this your delaying tactic? Wanting to appease me and your parents first, then find a chance to make us help the Walker family?” My parents also seemed to think she made sense, looking at me with hesitant eyes. I knew this was because I ignored their persuasion and opposition before, fleeced the family, and insisted on subsidizing the Walker family. They were thoroughly disappointed in me. To not disappoint my family again, I immediately said: “Sister-in-law, Mom, Dad, what I said is true!” “Jack said he only treated me as a sister and didn’t mean to date me!” “He has a girlfriend, Jessica King from the King family in their village! We were classmates in high school!” “Since he has a girlfriend, why should I rush to get involved?” My parents were stunned hearing my words. “What? Jack has a girlfriend? How did you know? You can’t accuse people without reason!” In my previous life, I focused on taking care of the Walker parents, working day and night to support them, with no mind to pay attention to other things. Later Jack came back, bringing Jessica King into the house. I learned that their dating was no secret; many people in the village knew. It was the Walker parents and the King family who greeted everyone, hiding it from me alone. So I pretended to stammer: “I saw them going shopping together.” “Many people in the village know; I’m not lying!” My dad heard this and exploded, knocking his pipe: “If he has a girlfriend, why doesn’t he let her take care of his parents instead of entrusting you?” I shrank my neck aggrievedly, tears swirling in my eyes: “Probably because his girlfriend is pregnant, and he feels sorry that she can’t work…” My mom heard this, face red with anger: “That little bastard Jack, is he human? Feeling sorry his girlfriend is pregnant and can’t work, so he uses my daughter?” “Is my daughter, Lily Song’s daughter, a maid raised for their family?” Then she grabbed my hand: “Let’s go! Let’s go to Ocean Village and reason with the Walker family!” “You took a lot of things from home to take care of those two old people these months. These things were saved from our teeth. Make them return everything!” I naturally intended this too, but I was blinded by lard before, coaxed by the Walker parents, obedient to them. I couldn’t be too obvious now. Just said: “Dad, can we get the money and things back?” “Although I gave them because I didn’t know about Jack and Jessica, it counts as voluntary…” My dad cursed: “What voluntary? You were kept in the dark!” “Back then, when Jack’s dad made a mistake and was fired from the factory, driven back to the countryside, he borrowed a hundred dollars from your mom and me for settling down!” “I thought, since you liked Jack, we would be family in the future, so I didn’t ask them for it!” “Now, that kid wronged you first; why should I care about that?” Sister-in-law said: “Right! Make the Walker family pay back!” “Mom, Dad, Sunny, wait a moment. I’ll call Sunny’s brother and ask him to take a few days off from the army!” “Daring to take advantage of our Song family! Dream on!” My brother’s army base wasn’t far from our county town. Sister-in-law called the army. A few hours later, a military vehicle stopped at the gate of our family compound. I hurriedly went out to welcome: “Brother, you’re back!” Unexpectedly, a stranger got out of the car. The man looked about twenty, tall and straight, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Wearing a military uniform, he looked very tough and handsome. Seeing me, he looked me up and down, grinned, showing white teeth: “Hello, comrade, you must be Sunny Song?” “I’m your brother Victor Song’s comrade, my name is Logan Brooks.” “Your brother was assigned by superiors to participate in a secret mission.” “Hearing your family encountered difficulties, and I happened to be on official business in the county, he entrusted me to see if you need any help.” Logan Brooks? I was stunned. If I remember correctly, this person is the grandson of the old chief of my brother’s army, a big shot with a boundless future! 4 Originally, I was a bit worried about our family going to someone else’s village to make a scene. Now with Logan Brooks backing us, the chances of winning instantly increased. Not to mention anything else, just parking his military jeep at the village entrance would make the ground of that remote Ocean Village tremble three times? I immediately shook his hand fawningly: “Comrade Logan Brooks, hello!” “I’m Victor Song’s sister, Sunny Song. Since you are my brother’s comrade, I’ll call you Brother Logan?” Logan’s face blushed slightly, then he nodded. “Mn.” With Logan’s help, our whole family went to Ocean Village. As soon as the car arrived at the village entrance, it attracted the onlookers of the villagers. “Look! It’s a car! Seems… like a military car!” “Did county leaders come to inspect? Didn’t hear about it!” “No, look who’s in the car?” “Isn’t that Arthur Walker’s Sunny Song?” … The car stopped at the village entrance. As soon as I got out, a sister-in-law grabbed me. “Sunny Song, why is it you? Is this your brother, the company commander, back?” “Back to your parents’ home to get good things for your future in-laws again?” “Jack is really blessed to have a fiancée like you in his previous life!” Then she looked at Logan beside me. “The whole family is here. Are you here to discuss the wedding?” Hearing this, my face sank immediately! “Don’t talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with Jack!” The sister-in-law was surprised: “Jack just went in, and you moved into the Walker house. Not his future wife? Then what are you after?” “You’ve taken care of Arthur and Grace meticulously in the Walker house for these months. Who believes you have nothing to do with Jack?” She wasn’t wrong. In my previous life, that’s what I thought. But it wasn’t until I vomited blood and died that I knew it was all my wishful thinking! At this time, someone in the crowd muttered: “Yeah, but pity Jack likes Jessica King.” “Sunny Song is just a money-losing goods posting herself upside down!” “I saw Jessica King and Jack drilling into the cornfield several times. Jack even took her to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things!” Someone next to him quickly pulled him: “Keep your voice down. Uncle Walker and his wife explained that this matter cannot be known by Sunny Song…” Hearing this, my anger rose instantly. In this Ocean Village, not only was the Walker family rotten, but others weren’t good people either! I immediately raised my voice and sneered: “Why am I so good to their family? Of course because I’m beautiful and kind, a good person!” “Back then, when Uncle Walker was working in the steel factory and was neighbors with our family, what’s wrong with me helping when their family was in trouble?” Logan also said on the side: “Comrade Sunny Song is right. How did her helpfulness become posting herself upside down in your mouths?” I looked at Logan in surprise. On the way, he learned the ins and outs of the matter. He actually spoke for me along my lines? I thought soldiers were all rigid like my brother! Seeing me look at him, Logan blinked at me. I didn’t know why my heart skipped a beat, hurriedly lowered my head, feeling my cheeks hot. Logan looked really upright. Although Jack was also good-looking, he had a completely different temperament. How to say… it was the nobility from the bones. My parents heard the villagers discussing me, already fuming with anger. Said to me: “Daughter, don’t waste breath with them! Go to Arthur Walker’s house!” I nodded, mustered up courage, and led the family to the Walker house.

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The night after my best friend Chloe’s thirtieth birthday party, which I threw for her. Less than ten minutes after we parted ways, she suddenly sent me a WeChat message: [Babe, shouldn’t you return the wedding gift money I gave you as a birthday blessing? You know I don’t plan on getting married.] [I thought you would consciously give it to me tonight, which is why I treated you to a big meal and asked you out. I didn’t expect you not to mention a word about it.] [Hmph, bad woman, I spent so much money tonight in vain, my heart hurts.] She even playfully stuck out her tongue in an emoji. But I couldn’t relax. If I recall correctly, she gave a thousand dollars as a gift for my wedding. But the birthday gift I gave her tonight was a gold necklace worth nearly ten thousand dollars. Not to mention when she got into college and found her first job after graduation, I gave her red envelopes (cash gifts) to celebrate. As for tonight’s meal, I admit the standard of a hundred dollars per person isn’t low, but… 1 I’ve never been one to hold back, so I asked her directly. “Are you facing any difficulties?” “No, I just feel like I won’t get married in the future, so I want to get the gift money back in advance, heehee.” But… She wasn’t the only one who gave me wedding gift money. When she went to college and started working, the red envelopes I gave her kept increasing in value. When she got into a state-owned enterprise, I happened to land a big project, so I not only gave her five thousand dollars but also took her on a trip to Europe. At that time, she happily held my cheeks and kissed me, saying she would be my best friend forever. She said when I got married, she would definitely give a huge red envelope that would blind my eyes. I clenched my small fist with great ambition and said, “Then I must perform well on this trip.” In the end, I paid for all the gifts she brought back for her relatives and friends. Although later when I got married, she only gave a thousand dollars. But I didn’t care at all. I knew that although her job at the state-owned enterprise looked glamorous, the income wasn’t high. Besides, her family has always favored boys over girls, always finding ways to squeeze money out of her to subsidize her younger brother. I really felt sorry for her. Actually, considering our past relationship and decades of friendship, when she made such a request, I should have transferred it to her without thinking, raising both hands and feet in approval, and maybe even praising her for “new thinking and brave behavior.” I shouldn’t be so twisted and sad. And the reason why it’s like this now is simply because of the knot in my heart from a while ago that hasn’t been untied until today. While I was lost in thought, she guessed my thoughts based on years of tacit understanding. [I know you gave me red envelopes when I got into college and found a job, but those were your blessings for me, right?] [If you had also gotten into a double first-class university instead of a second-tier one, I would have given you one too.] [If you had gotten into a state-owned enterprise, civil service, or public institution, I would also have returned a large red envelope to you. I wouldn’t let you suffer a loss.] [But you didn’t get in, you can’t blame me for that, right? In this case, if I gave you a red envelope, wouldn’t you feel like I was mocking you?] If we look at it from this angle, then her wedding red envelope should also be returned to her by me when she gets married, right? It’s just that I suddenly couldn’t say these words. If a friendship is calculated to this extent, what’s the point of continuing the relationship? I suddenly hesitated whether to transfer a thousand dollars to her directly and then slowly cut off this relationship. The decency of adults, cutting off contact is always leaving silently, without declaration, and without special emphasis. I didn’t reply for a long time. Chloe misunderstood my motive. She sent a few screenshots somewhat angrily. [I’m not just asking you. Other friends consciously transferred immediately and wished me happiness. Look at you, friends for so many years.] [Why are you so calculating?] [A thousand dollars is just a fraction of your salary. Is it worth it?] [Just like the Haidilao compensation last time. If I don’t ask you actively, you never know to give it. Even when I ask, you are reluctant. This stingy and shabby style really hurts our friendship, you know?] The Haidilao compensation was because a customer urinated in the hot pot base at Haidilao, causing a public opinion crisis. To restore its reputation, Haidilao gave ten times compensation to customers who dined at Haidilao after that day. During that time, she said she was in a bad mood and kept pestering me to treat her. Although I was busy with projects and didn’t have time at all, I was afraid she would be more depressed staying alone, so I abandoned a big client and satisfied her. She ate very happily. 2 She kept saying that having me as a friend was the luckiest thing in her life. She gave full emotional value. So I was very happy too. Although later because I lost that client, I lost nearly fifty thousand in commission and was severely criticized by the company boss, thus missing the promotion to vice president. But I still felt everything was worth it. Maybe because my family’s economic conditions are okay and I am an only child, I don’t value money very much. I always feel it’s enough if there’s enough money to spend, and the definition of enough is very flexible—spend more if there’s more, spend less or none if there’s less. Until the urine pot incident broke out, and Haidilao’s compensation of five thousand dollars was hit into my account. She suddenly became extremely depressed. Nine out of ten times I asked her out, she was unwilling. The only time she came out, she was full of heaviness and couldn’t lift her spirits no matter what. I panicked, thinking something happened to her recently that made her unhappy, so I couldn’t help asking repeatedly. Only then did she tell me it was because I didn’t share the compensation money with her. “Haidilao compensated everyone who ate the urine pot. It’s a mental compensation. It was just hit into your account, doesn’t mean it’s all for you.” “You should consciously share it with me instead of waiting for me to ask. This makes me look so greedy. Actually, I don’t care about this money at all. I only care if you think of me and treat me as your best friend.” “I don’t know why you think like this. In my opinion, we didn’t necessarily eat the urine pot. If it were an ordinary catering company, they wouldn’t even compensate. Haidilao is a big enterprise; they focus on public opinion and mass perception, so they spend money to control public opinion, turning bad things into good things, and disguisingly improving customers’ favorability towards them.” I tried to explain to her. But she wouldn’t listen to anything. She stubbornly believed she ate the urine pot, was hurt, but didn’t get the compensation she deserved. And the reason for all this was that I kept it. I took advantage of her. This statement was unbelievable and unacceptable to me. That day we broke up unhappily. She posted the question on Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book), asking who was right and who was wrong, and then sent the link to me. Those siding with me and those with her were probably fifty-fifty. But she deleted all comments unfavorable to her and only sent the comments siding with her to me. Then she unilaterally inputted until 2 AM, the core idea was very clear, that is to ask for the two thousand five hundred dollars that should belong to her from me. [I don’t care about this money at all, but I really don’t like that the friend I’ve known for so many years is such a despicable and stingy person.] She said finally. That night I also had insomnia. But I was sad for a long time and still didn’t transfer the money to her. I thought somewhat in a dead end, if she treated, and got this compensation, I would be happy for her, might jokingly ask her to treat again, but would never ask for this money. Even if she actively sent it to me, I wouldn’t accept it. It’s ridiculous to say, she kept emphasizing she wasn’t for money, and I also felt I wasn’t for money, but we fell out quite coldly just because of this compensation. Before today, we hadn’t contacted each other for two weeks. The sparks on various chat apps were extinguished. In the afternoon at work, she actively sent a message saying she wanted me to celebrate her birthday in the evening, she said she would treat. I thought she regretted falling out with me so stiffly and intended to reconcile. 3 I was so happy at the time, I even left work an hour early and ran to the gold shop to buy her a birthday gift. Just because she once cried and told me that the bracelet she bought for her mother with several months’ salary was taken by her mother to the gold shop and exchanged for a watch, which was given to her younger brother. “I also like gold jewelry, but I never bear to buy it for myself.” “I couldn’t bear to buy a gold bracelet for myself, but I bought it for my mom. My mom didn’t appreciate it at all and gave it away immediately.” “I’m so stupid, why didn’t I keep it for myself to wear?” Sometimes when we were tired from shopping and drinking bubble tea, she would excitedly drag me into the gold shop and try them on over and over again. Sitting there for more than an hour, but never willing to really buy. [Several friends I messaged have returned the gift money, only you are left. are you going to give it or not?] She might have waited too anxiously and couldn’t help sending another message. I couldn’t control my emotions and pressed the voice button to send: “Do you really think I’m reluctant to part with that one thousand dollars?” [I know you are not short of money. It’s precisely because I know that I can’t understand why you can’t be straightforward?] [The birthday gift I gave you today cost me nearly ten thousand, do you know?] I am willing to spend ten thousand on you, would I be reluctant to return one thousand to you? What I care about is… I typed cracklingly in the dialog box. Before I could send it out. She had already sent a message: [I didn’t ask you to give such an expensive gift. You were willing to do this yourself, right? Whatever birthday gift you give is a gesture. I won’t appreciate it if it’s expensive, nor will I be angry if it’s cheap, because this is your intention as a good friend, and I accept it all the same.] [But wedding gift money is different. It’s a custom, a social atmosphere, a feudal tumor. We women of the new era should resist.] I suddenly felt there was no need to argue anymore. I silently transferred one thousand dollars to her, not wanting to say another word. She received it instantly. And didn’t reply a single word. Just not long after, she posted a Moment on WeChat. The picture was a few chat records. Other friends wished her a happy single life after transferring money. But only me, she stopped at the place where I sent a confused black face and question marks. The caption was: [Best friends for more than ten years, didn’t expect to fall out over a mere one thousand dollars.] She didn’t even blur my avatar and WeChat nickname. My heart suffocated for a while, not knowing what to do. Suddenly I saw my mother-in-law comment under her WeChat: [What’s wrong? Is there any misunderstanding between you and Vivien?] She replied very quickly, sounding helpless. [Auntie, I can’t say much, I can only say, it’s not a misunderstanding.] I suddenly remembered, before she sold loquats for her family, I introduced many customers to her. My mother-in-law bought some for my sake. They added each other on WeChat then. Mutual friends sent messages asking what was going on. In the chat screenshots sent by friends, I saw how she exaggeratedly smeared me. I was reading breathlessly when another friend also sent a screenshot. Good lord, even the wording and sentences were exactly the same, complete copy and paste, she didn’t change a single word. I originally wanted to end this friendship here and forget about each other in the world, but I suddenly changed my mind. She said she collected nearly fifty thousand in gift money for her birthday this time. She hands over her salary every month and has to ask for living expenses temporarily. Her family would never tolerate her having so much money in hand. If I tell her mother who favors sons over daughters… But acting like this is too despicable, completely contrary to my principles of conduct all along. I fell into pain. Looking at the phone, really wavering. The phone vibrated suddenly. I looked at the WeChat message sent by the other party, feeling like cold water was poured on my head, standing dumbfounded on the spot. 4 The message was from my husband, Mark Dalton. [Why did your good friend suddenly ask to meet me? Saying your relationships with men were chaotic in high school, saying she has more things to tell me about you?] My finger paused on the phone screen. I didn’t know what to say for a long time. After all, I once introduced Chloe very proudly to Mark, saying this is my best friend growing up, the relative I trust most. The words are still in my ears, but like a fierce slap on my face. Overthrowing Chloe is also overturning me who constantly stood up for her in the past. I have to admit, Chloe’s move is really impressive. [We had some awkwardness.] I could only explain to Mark like this. [Can you tell me?] He replied quickly, slightly impatient. [Sorry, no intention to probe into your friends and privacy. It’s just that she ran to my mom to talk nonsense. My mom just called me. I need to know the reason to explain for you.] I told him everything without concealment. I thought he would reprimand me for being stingy and overly calculating about money, but unexpectedly he saw through the essence at a glance. [Is this a friend? Clearly she treats you as a blood bag to suck. Such a relationship should have been cut off long ago.] Blood bag? I chewed these two words carefully. Not because it’s too unfamiliar. But too familiar. I always say this word. Only the object I talk about is Chloe. I always say her parents treat her as a blood bag to feed her younger brother, earnestly advising her to stay away. She always cried uncontrollably telling me she couldn’t help it, those were the parents who gave birth to her and raised her. While being hurt, she willingly let her parents suck blood. Thinking about it now, what is the difference between her selling misery and crying poor to me, and her parents showing weakness and suppressing her. When she needs me to pay for her, she asks for help in every weak way. When I refuse, she spares no effort to smear and attack me, disregarding past friendship at all. Thinking of this, my heart was cold, no more softheartedness. I picked up the phone and called her parents. As I expected, her parents indeed didn’t know about her asking for the gift money back. Less than ten minutes after I hung up, Chloe called crazily. I hung up, and she sent messages. [For just a thousand dollars, is it worth it? Knowing clearly what kind of people my parents are, you actually ran to tell on me. Do you really want to drive me to death?] [I even regretted a bit just now, thinking I went too far in anger and wanted to apologize to you. Unexpectedly, you are not worth my self-reflection at all!] [Don’t you think this is too despicable? Pick up the phone!] Her tone was as domineering as always. And I didn’t even want to confront her. Clearly she posted on Moments first, she talked nonsense in front of my mother-in-law and husband first. Although what I did wasn’t open and aboveboard, it was just tit for tat. I blocked her and threw her out of my mind. Started busy preparing for wedding-related matters. Fortunately, although my mother-in-law had doubts about me, under Mark’s hard explanation, she didn’t have a bad impression of me. It’s just that my reputation among friends was affected more or less. A few friends thought that although she calculated excessively and wasn’t frank enough with me, the fact that her original family was pitiful was also true. Since I saw through her, just stay away, no need to harm her once more. After I informed on her, all the money on Chloe was plundered by her family, and she was beaten severely, unable to get out of bed for a few days. Friend Lisa Woods, who went to see her, came back and shed tears in front of me, complaining to me: “After all friends for many years, your heart is too cruel.”

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Lucas Thorne forgot that I was just his mistress. Afterward, he clung to me, trying to kiss me. When I pushed him away, he looked incredibly wronged. “Wifey, do you not love me anymore?” I sighed: “Mr. Thorne.” “I’m getting married.” 1 I didn’t know about Lucas’s memory loss. Lucas rarely came to my place, let alone initiated contact, unless he had needs to satisfy. So when he pressed against me without a word, I didn’t find anything strange and instinctively complied with him. I just felt that Lucas was unusually gentle tonight. Even though he was clearly uncomfortable, he stopped to wipe away my tears and nuzzled my face soothingly. Lucas looked at me without speaking. Yet, I inexplicably understood what he meant. He was afraid I would be uncomfortable. Coming out of the bathroom, Lucas stood at the door like he was being punished, staring straight at me. The next second, he clung to me again. “Why didn’t you let me help you wash?” He wrapped his arms around my waist. I was startled. I asked: “Did something happen to you recently?” Lucas buried his head in the crook of my neck and nuzzled a couple of times. But he refused to speak. My intuition told me something was wrong. I said gently: “Mr. Thorne…” Unexpectedly, as soon as this address came out, Lucas got anxious. “I was wrong, I was wrong. I’ll tell, I’ll tell everything—actually, at the end of last month, I got into a car accident… I didn’t mean not to see you during this time, I lied about going on a business trip because I was afraid you would worry…” No wonder he sent me those baffling messages before. I asked politely: “Were you hurt anywhere?” “No.” Lucas spun around openly, “See, all intact.” I frowned, not fully believing his words. Indeed, there were no external injuries, and his strength and endurance were about the same as usual. But looking at his crazy behavior today, it seemed like his brain was damaged. 2 “It’s just… after waking up, the doctor said I might have amnesia. I didn’t feel anything wrong, but Ethan and the others said so too.” “I rushed back as soon as I recovered, and I was relieved to see you still sleeping at home.” I went from shocked to confused. What’s there to be relieved about seeing me? Where could I run? “Ethan wouldn’t say what I forgot. But I can guess, I probably forgot about our marriage…” Lucas stared at me unblinkingly. He hugged me again, tighter this time, as if afraid I would run away, “Wifey, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.” The word “shocked” was no longer enough to describe my feelings. “Thunderstruck” was more appropriate. I swallowed. “What, what did you call me?” Lucas’s gaze was clear, “Wifey.” I couldn’t accept it for a moment. I broke free from Lucas and sat back on the bed. Lucas chased after me like a puppy, explaining everything. But I wasn’t in the mood to listen. Sensing I wasn’t listening, Lucas stopped talking and clung to me, wanting to kiss me. I pushed him. Lucas felt wronged, his eyes filled with loneliness. “You never used to refuse my kisses.” “Wifey, do you not love me anymore?” Not love? Only love can lead to not loving. For Lucas, does it make a difference whether I love him or not? I sighed and said seriously: “Mr. Thorne.” “I’m getting married.” 3 Lucas was stunned, “Did I guess wrong?” “Yes, we actu…” “So we haven’t had time to get married yet.” My eyelid twitched violently. “When did I propose? Is the wedding date set? Is the hotel booked? Do Ethan and the others know? And the wedding dress—Wifey, didn’t you say you liked that new design by Tarasa? We’ll buy that one.” Tarasa… She was a designer Lucas and I met while traveling abroad. As soon as Tarasa saw me, she excitedly pulled me aside, saying I gave her design inspiration and she wanted to design a wedding dress for me. Named “Flower of Eternity.” The wedding dress production cycle was long, and Tarasa was a perfectionist, so the Flower of Eternity took two years. It was only recently completed. I didn’t expect Lucas to remember. That trip was just incidental to his work; the leisure time was short, and Lucas spent most of the time on the phone. Including when I was talking to Tarasa. It seemed Lucas wasn’t amnesiac, but his memories were jumbled. I deliberated and said: “It has already been bought by someone else.” “Didn’t she say it was designed specifically for you?” Lucas was unhappy. While I hesitated whether to tell him the truth, the phone on the bedside table rang twice. It was spam messages. And unread messages sent by Ethan Black two hours ago. [Lucas suffered brain damage from the car accident, causing temporary memory confusion. He thinks you are his wife.] [He cannot be stimulated, so I had to lie to him that he has amnesia. Please cooperate with Lucas’s acting for the sake of past affection.] [When the contract ends, I naturally won’t keep you.] [Transfer: $1,000,000] I counted silently for a moment. Turned off the screen and put down the phone. I leaned over and intimately pulled Lucas’s arm. Resting my head on his chest, I said softly: “The wedding date hasn’t been set yet… It’s okay to buy a wedding dress from someone else, as long as I can marry you.” Lucas was stunned. He was moved: “Wifey, it’s so good to have you.” 4 There was half a month left until the contract ended. Lucas revolved around me all day, either kissing and hugging or discussing the non-existent wedding banquet. I refused any deeper intimacy. Before the memory loss, Lucas knew I was preparing to get married. His reaction was flat, only saying he would no longer have intimate contact with me. When he suddenly appeared that night, I thought he had changed his mind. But the current Lucas didn’t remember any of this. Although he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist and was great in bed, I didn’t have much interest. I muddled through what I could. Besides, Ethan often came to visit. Partly because he was worried about Lucas, partly to warn me. When Lucas was present, he was polite to me, calling me sister-in-law. When Lucas wasn’t around, he used sharp words to poke at my heart. He didn’t succeed. On the contrary, Ethan would transfer a sum of money to me before leaving each time to ensure I wouldn’t break my promise. So I welcomed Ethan’s arrival very much. My joy was palpable, and Lucas actually started to mind. He found an excuse to shut Ethan out when he came to visit again. “Wifey, why are you so happy every time you see Ethan Black? You’ve never smiled so happily with me.” …That wasn’t Ethan Black. That was clearly a walking ATM. I rubbed Lucas’s big fluffy head. “It’s not a bad thing for Ethan to come see you.” Lucas squatted, glaring at me aggrievedly, “Is it a bad thing for me to kiss you? You seem to dislike my kisses.” “I don’t.” “You do!” Although he was shouting back, the way Lucas arched his head against me was surprisingly well-behaved, looking up at me. I rubbed him twice more. Coaxing: “I definitely love you the most. Besides, Ethan will be the best man at the wedding, won’t he?” Lucas reluctantly accepted this reason. “You are not allowed to call him Ethan.” “Okay, I won’t.” Lucas was satisfied and happily went to the kitchen to cook. I watched his back quietly. In Lucas’s confused memory, he and I fell in love because of a heavy rain. Winding mountain road, sudden torrential rain. The lost girl was bewildered and knocked on his car window. The girl timidly and carefully asked him. Could he give her a ride? Lucas agreed and was moved. This memory was not wrong. But why I appeared alone on the mountain road and why I knocked on his car window, Lucas hadn’t considered. The former Lucas did. He wasn’t a fool, wouldn’t fall for casual schemes, nor would he be fascinated just because a woman was beautiful. He knew my appearance was premeditated. So in the car, Lucas asked me very calmly: “Mistress, are you willing to be one?” Instead of what he thinks now— “Can we be friends?” The beginning of the story between Lucas and me was not romantic or dignified. It was just an exchange of interests, a transaction of money and sex.

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I transmigrated into a book, becoming a gorgeous but insignificant background character. My husband is the CEO’s Special Assistant, a character unworthy of even a name in this melodramatic CEO romance novel. At this very moment, I’m making a scene about divorcing him. The reason? He knows the male lead’s likes and dislikes like the back of his hand but doesn’t even know I’m allergic to cooling oil! 1 I carefully sorted through the plot in my mind. This is an old-school CEO romance novel. The male and female leads will go through a series of melodramatic plots involving physical and emotional abuse, organ harvesting, running away while pregnant, and finally achieve a Happy Ending. And the original owner’s husband’s job includes but is not limited to— Investigating the female lead’s background for the male lead; Selecting gifts for the female lead on behalf of the male lead; Recounting the male lead’s tragic childhood to the female lead; And conducting DNA paternity tests for the male lead and his son. Such tool characters share a common name—CEO’s Special Assistant. And I am the special assistant’s arranged fiancée, with whom he shares no emotional foundation. 2 “Mr. Zhang… Assistant.” I called out to stop the man who was currently signing the divorce agreement. He is rich and handsome, busy with work and rarely home, with simple family relations and no mother-in-law issues. Moreover, he is on the front line of all the gossip! The decision to divorce was really made too hastily. “Mr. Zhang… Assistant, do you really want to divorce me?” I covered my face with both hands, lowered my head, and asked in a choked voice. Dead silence. I spread my fingers and peeked at him through the gaps, meeting his staring gaze directly. He sighed lightly: “You proposed the divorce. I’m just respecting your wishes.” I was choked speechless for a moment. He said softly again: “You’ve been sarcastically calling me ‘Assistant’ all day. I thought you had some opinion about my job.” Uh… I awkwardly flipped through the divorce agreement, glimpsed his name, and quickly looked up. “Ethan… Zhang.” Honestly, I thought his name was just Assistant Zhang. He didn’t react, so I had to continue maintaining my spoiled persona. “I just wish you would pay a little more attention to me. You know what ties your boss loves to wear, what brand of necklaces his wife likes, but you don’t know I’m allergic to cooling oil!” “As a husband, you should at least know what I like and dislike. When is my birthday? When is our wedding anniversary?” “You know your boss’s wife better than you know me!” Still silence. Did I overact? “I don’t really want a divorce.” I muttered softly with my head down. Feeling the person in front of me stand up, I looked up at him. “Like I said, I respect your wishes.” After speaking, he tore up the divorce agreement in his hand, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the entrance. “Then what are you doing? Separating from me?” I didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to; stupid words popped out without thinking. He paused, and I felt I could see obvious helplessness and some unspeakable embarrassment in his figure. “… The boss’s wife is missing. The boss asked me to investigate her whereabouts.” Ah… running away while pregnant… the plot progresses unexpectedly fast. 3 After Ethan Zhang left, I had nothing to do, so I walked around the house. A large flat in the city center; obviously, his boss is quite generous. The kitchen is fully equipped, and the fruits, vegetables, and ingredients in the refrigerator are categorized. The balcony is full of green plants, and there are different kinds of flower arrangements on the dining table and bar counter, obviously carefully tended by the owner. It seems the original owner was someone who knew how to live. But I don’t know anything! In terms of cooking, I only know how to boil frozen food. In terms of plants, I can’t even keep succulents alive! Not wanting to be caught as an alien, I quickly searched online for “dishes suitable for beginners.” Tomato scrambled eggs and hot and sour shredded potatoes are not bad. The first two dishes I made could only be described as cooked. Fortunately, with experience, I quickly got the hang of it. Not wanting to wash dishes after eating, I lay on the sofa watching a drama, thinking I would clean up the mess after finishing this episode. The plot was too dull, not as exciting as the grudges and entanglements between the CEO and his little wife, so I fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, it was completely dark, and I was covered with a blanket. I looked around; the study door was closed, with only a sliver of light coming through the crack. I went over and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Opening the door, Ethan Zhang was lowering his head to take off his glasses and put them on the table. “Hungry?” He asked as he walked towards me. I shook my head. He walked up to me, held my shoulders with both hands, turned me around, and pushed me out of the study. “I saw you sleeping and was afraid cooking would wake you up.” He said while rolling up his sleeves. “Is Coke chicken wings and garlic lettuce okay for today?” I followed him to the kitchen, only to find that my “crime scene” had been cleaned up by him. He noticed my gaze and smiled: “Why did you suddenly think of cooking? I tasted it; it was pretty good.” Watching his skilled movements of tying the apron and lighting the stove, even a fool would realize that the original owner wasn’t the one who usually cooked. I smiled embarrassedly: “Just… on a whim.” He stopped talking. Watching his busy figure, I spoke again: “Do you need my help?” Actually, I was just being polite, but he looked back at me in surprise, then stepped aside to make room on the counter. “Wash the lettuce.” I stepped forward obediently, my movements slightly clumsy. His hands didn’t stop, but there was an obvious smile in his voice: “You seem like a different person today. You never did these things before.” Alarm bells rang in my head. “I reflected on myself. Marriage is a matter for two people. I can’t just ask you to change for me; I should also do something.” After speaking, I looked up to observe his reaction and met his gaze again. That gaze was heavy, containing things I couldn’t understand, only making me feel uneasy. “Isn’t that right?” I didn’t even dare to speak loudly, asking softly. He lowered his head and continued to handle the chicken wings, his hands moving noticeably faster. “Yes. You’re right.” 4 Still not wanting to wash dishes, I fled into the bedroom early after dinner. I observed in the afternoon that the original owner and Ethan Zhang slept in separate bedrooms. So when I came out of the bathroom and saw him cleaning the closet, I was almost speechless. “What are you doing?” “You said you wanted to manage our marriage well. I thought we didn’t need to sleep in separate rooms anymore.” He closed the closet door and looked back at me. His dark eyes held a look I was familiar with. I didn’t understand before, but at this moment, I suddenly understood. I swallowed nervously. He walked over and patted my head: “Or did I misunderstand?” Honestly speaking, with my years of drama-watching experience, Ethan Zhang’s configuration is completely fit to play the CEO himself. I nodded: “Yes, everything you said is correct.” In a trance, I seemed to understand why Ethan Zhang could tolerate the original owner for so long. Because I have a setting that is very much not a background character—a stunning beauty. So Ethan Zhang is actually a big pervert?! 5 In the middle of the night, Ethan Zhang was called out by a phone call and didn’t return until dawn. I was sleeping groggily but still smelled the alcohol on him. “You went drinking?” I was subconsciously irritable. He moved away from me: “The boss’s wife left, and the boss is drowning his sorrows in alcohol.” I frowned: “Does he have no friends?” He smiled awkwardly and didn’t answer my question: “I’m going to take a shower.” Breakfast was pork potstickers, pumpkin milk paste, and a boiled egg. At the table, he asked me how my job search was going. With the original owner’s education, naturally, I hit walls everywhere. I proposed preparing for graduate school exams, and after his surprise, he expressed support. “You must have had good grades when you were in school, right? Do you have any exam preparation experience to pass on to me?” With the major mismatch and the fact that he had been working for years, I just said it casually and didn’t expect him to really say anything useful. Unexpectedly, he pushed up his glasses: “I was recommended for admission (without exams).” …Okay then.

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