Author: Momo Chan

After the transfer student, Caleb, appeared, I started to slowly forget my childhood sweetheart. We became deskmates, running into each other in every corner of the city. My memories with my childhood sweetheart faded, the protagonist replaced by Caleb and me. Looking at him made my heart race and my temperature rise. It felt like we were destined to be together, guided by an invisible hand. 1 Caleb and I were locked in the equipment room again. He was the new transfer student, handsome with a rebellious edge, broad shoulders, and long legs. Rumor had it that when he accidentally lifted his shirt while playing basketball, revealing his eight-pack abs, he became the hot topic among all the girls in school. The teacher assigned him as my deskmate, explaining earnestly that since his grades were poor and I was number one, maybe I could help him improve. I neither agreed nor disagreed, but I didn’t object. We barely spoke after becoming deskmates. But for some reason, we kept running into each other after school. Everywhere, including but not limited to the supermarket, the bookstore, and now, the equipment room. And without fail, it was always pouring rain or a power outage—basically creating a “closed circle” scenario. Like now, I just came to return a badminton racket after evening study hall, yet somehow ended up locked inside with Caleb. The light fixture sizzled twice, then with a pop, the power cut out. It seemed to have blown a fuse. This was the third time this month. Even for coincidences, the probability was a bit too high. Caleb stood by the window, looking at the security bars, his voice nonchalant. “Looks like we can’t get out. We’re stuck here, Julia.” My phone was back in the classroom. The pitch-black room offered zero visibility, only the moonlight filtering in outlined vague shapes. From afar, I could hear laughter from the sports field. And the tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock hands turning. “Are you afraid of the dark?” In the lightless environment, the sound of heartbeats seemed amplified. Caleb seemed to move, his voice low. “There’s light here, come over.” I thought for a moment. “Do you have a lighter?” He chuckled lightly. “Aren’t you a good student? I brought cigarettes, but my lighter got confiscated today.” After a pause, he added, “Nicotine isn’t good for you, it just numbs emotions sometimes. You shouldn’t smoke.” His words carried a faint loneliness that invited exploration. Was his childhood tragic? Did he have a flawed family background? Question after question floated up in my mind like bubbles, or dominoes being toppled. He looked lonely; maybe I should comfort him, preferably with a hug. The dominoes were halfway down, feelings of pity just sprouting, when I frowned and pinched them off. This wasn’t right. This was strange. I looked at him confusedly, offering no extra explanation. “No lighter is fine, give me the cigarette pack.” I happened to have two AA batteries in my pocket, spares from the lab today that I didn’t use. Now they could be used to start a fire. Caleb handed me the pack. I deftly pulled out the foil paper, folded it, and tore it into the shape I needed. There was a pile of waste paper in the equipment room. I squatted down and pinched the foil to the ends of the battery. One second, two seconds— With a fizz, the foil ignited and fell onto the waste paper, sparking a bright flame. The room lit up, smoke billowed out the window, and the sprinkler system overhead kicked in, showering us with water. Exclamations came from outside the door; people were rushing over. When the equipment room door opened, the bright lights illuminated the stunned expression on Caleb’s face. I stood up and said politely, “Thanks for the cigarette pack. I’ll buy you a new one.” I wasn’t afraid of the dark, and of course, I didn’t smoke. But I had no intention of explaining any of this to Caleb. Identifying problems and solving them promptly—that was one of my life mottos. 2 Arson on school grounds, even for self-rescue, was dangerous behavior and warranted criticism. Honestly, if Caleb hadn’t insisted it was all him and had nothing to do with me, I would have been out sooner. He insisted on taking the fall for me. I tried to argue but couldn’t win, so I silently watched the dean give him a comprehensive lecture on “tough love.” Once Caleb left, the dean turned to me, his stormy expression instantly clearing up. He lectured me lightly, then coughed twice. “Going to the competition training camp soon, right? I never worry about your grades. But Julia, you look too thin. Don’t forget your health while studying. Let me know if you have any difficulties.” Unsurprisingly, I nodded. “Okay, thank you, sir.” Leaving the office, Leo was waiting for me at the door. He had beautiful eyes—double eyelids with slightly drooping corners, making him look gentle and harmless. When he wasn’t smiling, he seemed a bit cool, but when he smiled, he was completely disarming and reserved. We grew up together, and I had never seen him angry. Most of the time, he was smiling. I sometimes teased him about having a face that promised peace and prosperity. “I heard everything.” His voice was the same—gentle and clear, always full of patience. “Did you burn yourself starting the fire?” “Such a childish experiment, how could I mess up?” Seeing his familiar, handsome face, I relaxed a bit and proudly held up a number. “I have at least five other ways to start a fire.” Leo was silent for a few seconds. “That’s dangerous too. Is there a way to get out without fire?” I glanced at him. “Yes, waiting for you to find me, but that’s too slow.” We walked side by side out of the school. “It’s okay if it’s slow, safety is more important,” Leo handed me a bag of fresh food. “…By the way, that boy named Caleb was also waiting for you at the door just now.” The bag contained fresh walnut kernels he had peeled for me. Since I started competing, he worried about me overusing my brain and brought me nutritional supplements every day—sometimes homemade peanut milk, sometimes peeled walnuts. Every day, for ten years. Busy opening the bag for a late-night snack, I said indifferently, “Oh.” As for why he left or what he was waiting for, I didn’t care much. My social circle had always been narrow because I wasn’t interested. Socializing is utilitarian by nature. People who accept my personality and want to be friends usually want something—so if it was important, Caleb would tell me. “Julia.” Almost at my door, Leo paused. “Actually…” Before he could finish, click, the door opposite mine opened. “Julia?” A tall boy carrying a cardboard box just happened to open the door next to mine. He looked dusty, like he was moving. After a few seconds of surprise, he raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You live here too?” The air seemed to sprout a different aura. I looked at him quietly, fingers on my wrist, counting my heart rate. I knew my vital signs like the back of my hand, so I knew my heart was accelerating. Pulse racing, blood flow speeding up, uncontrollable heat radiating from my face, body temperature rising. In this midsummer night, faced with uncontrollable physiological reactions, my thoughts were incredibly clear. That strange feeling of being controlled by hormones appeared again. I hummed a “Yes.” Caleb chuckled lightly. “Looks like we’re neighbors starting today.” Analyzing the emotions in his pupils and the subtle changes in his face, I confirmed one thing again—he wasn’t lying. Like the numerous coincidences before, this wasn’t pre-planned by him. He knew nothing about it, at least in this aspect, just like me. After spending some time together, judging by my deskmate’s IQ, I didn’t think he had such good acting skills or would do something seemingly purposeless. “Quite a coincidence,” I paused. “The previous owner just decided to go abroad last month.” The decision to go abroad was also abrupt. The uncle who lived there had expressed satisfaction with his life here, but the day Caleb transferred, he suddenly sold the house through an agent, saying he wanted to explore the world. The neighbor uncle had always been a content layabout. Frankly, such a decision didn’t fit my impression of him. But people are changeable and complex. This strange event was discussed at our dinner table, and later dismissed with “life is always full of drama.” But combined with Caleb’s appearance today, things were heading in a weird direction. Maybe Caleb knew something about the uncle selling the house. “I just happened to like this apartment. Julia, feels like I keep running into you,” Caleb’s silhouette looked even more handsome in the dark. He seemed to glance ambiguously at the silent Leo beside me, then lowered his eyes to look at me again, his eyes and voice full of laughter. “Looks like we have quite the fate.” I lowered my eyes quietly, a feeling of “as expected” rising in my heart. Most coincidences in this world seemed explainable by “fate,” but in reality, they were intentional. As for who did it and how, it had nothing to do with ethereal luck. His train of thought was completely different from mine, or maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. I instantly lost the desire to discuss this coincidence with him. But it was no big deal. After all, most people I met couldn’t think on the same frequency as me. “Maybe,” I answered casually, politely saying goodbye. “Bye, Caleb.” “See you tomorrow, little deskmate.” Caleb’s eyes curved, revealing them to be very affectionate peach blossom eyes. But he didn’t leave. He just stood there looking at me, as if waiting for something. I unlocked the door, took my backpack from Leo, looked up into his beautiful clear eyes, and paused slightly. Leo had been quiet, not interrupting Caleb and me, not leaving early. He always watched me go inside before going upstairs to his own home. Nothing seemed to have changed, at least on the surface. But we had been childhood sweethearts for over a decade. I easily sensed something was wrong. Even just a tiny bit. So after 0.1 seconds of thought, I grabbed Leo’s wrist. “I want a fruit bowl.” Lied. I didn’t want one. Although Leo made everything delicious, and his desserts suited my taste. Leo paused, his gaze lingering on my fingertips holding him, his voice as gentle as ever. “Okay.” I pulled him inside. Before closing the door, I only had time to nod politely at Caleb. 3 My parents were rarely home due to work, so I was usually alone. I ate lunch and dinner at school, and on weekends, Leo took care of meals. I paid him according to his labor. He refused at first, but I always found a way to make him accept. After sunset, Leo rarely came to my house alone to be in a closed room with me. He always cared about these details and sternly warned me, “Don’t just stay alone in a closed room with others at night. What if they’re bad people?” I found it strange. “Are you ‘others’? Or are you a bad person?” He was silent for a few seconds, his voice gentle but firm. “Even me, not allowed.” Fine—it didn’t matter to me anyway. I wouldn’t let any boy other than him into my house at night. I nodded to show I listened. He relaxed, a familiar smile gradually filling his dark, gentle eyes. Leo was different from others. I had my own judgment standards. He was the only person with whom, despite our different thinking frequencies, I was willing to share my thoughts. Maybe because whatever I said, he would listen seriously. Like now. He was wearing gloves, pitting lychees for me in the kitchen. The snow-white, crystal-clear flesh was neatly stacked in a glass bowl, clean and translucent, looking excellent. “Caleb gives me a different feeling from others,” I said slowly. “It’s weird.” Was it a magnetic field, hormones, or some kind of drug? Leo stopped, thought for a few seconds. “What kind of weird?” I honestly told Leo about my strange reactions, like accelerated heartbeat, rising body temperature, and intrusive thoughts. Leo stopped talking and sighed slowly. His eyelashes were thick and black, the kind girls would envy. Those clear eyes held a bit of helplessness. Because he understood what I meant. He chose his words carefully. “Julia, if you study Caleb, you’ll use legal means, right?” Meanwhile, I was deep in thought. “Physical exams are coming up. I need to find a way to get a blood sample from Caleb.” Leo: “…” He silently divided a small bowl of lychees for me. I didn’t intend to continue the topic, as it would take some time to observe and confirm my hypothesis. I readily picked up a piece with a strawberry metal fork, biting into the fresh lychee flesh. The cool, sweet juice filled my mouth. I squinted in satisfaction, mumbling, “Of course, I can’t rule out pure coincidence, or the possibility that I’m just attracted to him.” Objectively speaking, Caleb could be considered a likeable boy. So even if there was a 0.01% chance, it was possible. I was a science student; I deeply understood the need for rigor in drawing conclusions. Leo’s movements paused imperceptibly, then he lowered his eyes. I finally confirmed my feeling wasn’t wrong. I looked at Leo with some surprise, thinking, He’s really unhappy. Second time tonight—even if just a little bit. So why was he unhappy? After all, most of the time, Leo’s emotions were as stable as a lake. But he didn’t give me a chance to ask. He put the semi-finished lychee jelly into the fridge and said gently, “I’ll help you finish it tomorrow.” I blinked. “My fruit bowl?” “If you don’t want to eat, don’t force yourself,” Leo took off his gloves and gave his conclusion calmly. “I’m going back. Sleep early, Julia.” After ten years together, he seemed to know everything about me. I said “Oh,” not denying his words. Instead, I casually forked the last piece of lychee in the bowl to his lips. Leo looked down at my fingers, seemingly freezing for two seconds, before carefully biting along the edge of the fruit. He avoided the strawberry fork and my hand. But that tiny bit of strange emotion had vanished. Watching the faint blush on his ears and his hasty turn, I said contentedly, “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” Although I didn’t understand why he was unhappy, it didn’t matter. I was equally adept at making him happy. 4 I woke up before dawn. Getting dressed and ready to open the door, I hesitated for a moment. But soon, I turned the handle. Then, unsurprisingly, the same sound came from across the hall. Caleb was wearing a black T-shirt and shorts, hair messy, eyes foggy as if he hadn’t woken up. Seeing me, he paused. “Julia?” This encounter still showed no signs of deliberate planning. I had run into him too many times in the morning before, so today I purposely left two and a half hours early. 4:30 AM. This time absolutely didn’t fit Caleb’s normal schedule. But I still ran into him. “Why are you up so early?” He raised an eyebrow in surprise, then teased with a half-smile. “Is this how top students are?” Of course not. Even if I loved studying, I was human and needed sufficient sleep. How could I wake up at 4:30 every day? Today was just an accident. I answered with a question. “And you? Why are you up so early?” “I heard a kitten.” At the mention, Caleb frowned. “I’ve raised many cats. This one sounds injured.” He paused, then said, “I’m going down to look for it.” We lived on the second floor. I didn’t hear a cat, but he did. Of course, this didn’t prove anything. Maybe he was a light sleeper, left his window open, or the cat was closer to him. But either way, it was a bit far-fetched. So these coincidences might really be influenced by some supernatural factors. Having confirmed part of my hypothesis, I should have turned back and gone to sleep. But whether from reason or intuition, I couldn’t suppress the surging curiosity and desire for knowledge. If there really was a mysterious force urging Caleb and me to be alone together, I admitted, it succeeded. I was silent for a few seconds. “I’ll help you look.” “Okay.” Caleb agreed readily, but fished something out from his entryway. It was a bottle of mosquito repellent. His hand with distinct knuckles held the small green bottle, and he naturally squatted down. “Lots of mosquitoes now. Don’t get bitten.” I was wearing school-issued long pants, but having grown taller, the legs were a bit short, revealing a bit of ankle. The sprayed mist created a Tyndall effect in the dim hallway light. I looked down at Caleb, fingers on my wrist again. Heartbeat accelerated again. Caleb put back the repellent, turned on his phone flashlight, and casually instructed, “Your building stairs are steep. I’ll go first. Watch your step, don’t fall.” I took a step down, and my clear head suddenly felt a pang of pain. Blurry memories surged, frame by frame, scene by scene, all of the same person. It was a little boy. Every time before going out, he would spray mosquito repellent for me. When I got bitten, he would bring a small jar of light-colored balm, apply it to the red swelling, and sternly tell me not to scratch. “The more you scratch, the itchier it gets. If you break the skin, it’ll scar…” In the evening, we went to the park to see fireflies. He held a flashlight and stood in front of me, telling me to walk slowly. He was taller than me, back to me, backlit, I couldn’t see his face. But the moonlight was beautiful that day. The river shimmered like silver sand and satin, carrying lotus-shaped river lanterns one after another. The little boy sat beside me, his figure gradually, gradually merging with Caleb in front of me, becoming identical. I stopped in a daze. “What’s wrong?” Caleb turned to look at me. I stared at him, suddenly having a very subtle premonition. I stopped the moment I felt off-balance. If I continued, would I suddenly miss a step? Caleb in front of me might catch me, or I might knock him down—but we would inevitably have physical contact. My heartbeat would become irregular, body temperature rise, blood circulation accelerate, dopamine secretion increase, and my head would become even more muddled. I would ask him if he was that little boy from the past. Was it him? Was it really him? Childhood memories suddenly became so blurry to me. Where did I live? Was he my playmate? Did this memory really exist? Did I forget something? I pressed my temples, whispered I was fine, and continued downstairs silently. “Caleb.” The moment I stepped out of the stairwell, I asked him, “Did you catch fireflies in the past?” He didn’t look back, voice relaxed. “I lived here as a kid, right by the river. How could I not have done that?” “Is that so?” I didn’t press. But the next second, Caleb turned around, smiling at me with raised eyebrows. “Why, did you catch them too? Maybe we’ve met—I even helped a little girl catch them when I was small.” Click. All the clues fit together perfectly, flawlessly. This memory was like a pearl buried by long years—white, clean, crystal clear, tempting passersby to touch. Caleb pulled a kitten with an injured right hind leg from the low bushes. It looked like a stray, fur matted and dirty, original color unrecognizable. But its eyes were clear blue. It mewed weakly, leaning obediently against Caleb. Caleb held it in his arms without disdain, looking gentle, soothing it in a low voice. “Need to take it to the hospital,” he said. “Looks like it stepped in a trap. Needs a splint.” At this hour, most vet clinics were closed. But I happened to know an owner who would open. Another vague memory surfaced in my mind. A little boy and I holding a cat, walking urgently on the road, knocking on different clinic doors. Only one clinic opened. A young woman in a mask looked at us in surprise, then took the cat. The boy looked up, telling the doctor about the cat’s condition. His dirty hands were stained with the cat’s blood. The night breeze blew a strand of hair on the back of his head. His back was thin but straight. I looked up at Caleb in front of me. As if by some destined fate, his messy short hair was blown by the wind, his T-shirt billowing to reveal a lean figure, exactly like back then. Dawn was breaking. The morning glow plated his hair, his fingertips, his dark pupils with a shallow layer of gold, gentle and beautiful. My heart was suddenly soaked in an emotion that could be called warmth, wet. Perhaps in this moment, the look I gave Caleb was also wet. I thought: [He’s so good.] I thought: [I remember it all.] I thought: [So that’s how it was.] I thought: [I might be a little…] The pounding heart, rapid breathing, the summer night waiting side by side for dawn. No one wouldn’t be moved, right? Like a god whispering in my ear. But I took a step back, withdrawing from such warm emotions without hesitation. I thought: [Thief, liar, ridiculous, nonsense.] I thought: [Whatever is at work, stop it.] Caleb looked at me, a silent inquiry. I lowered my eyes, voice calm. “I’ll give you the number.” “Hmm?” “The owner of this vet clinic will open at this hour.” I moved quickly, taking a notepad and pen from my pocket, writing a number and handing it to him. “Just take the kitten there.” “You’re not coming with me?” Caleb sounded surprised. “I have things to do,” I turned without hesitation. “I’ll visit it later.” My mind was probably being controlled. It sounded incredible, but with so many unsolved mysteries, maybe a higher-dimensional force really existed. Besides certainty, I felt a long-lost anger.

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On the day of my brother’s engagement, the grand screen in the banquet hall suddenly displayed high-definition footage of him being kidnapped and humiliated. His fiancée broke off the engagement on the spot. Just as my brother was collapsing in despair, his childhood sweetheart, Bella, publicly proposed to him. Touched, my brother agreed. But six months after the wedding, my brother committed suicide by poison. After reading the diary he left behind, my parents brought me home from the psychiatric hospital overnight. My mother cried, begging me to avenge my brother, while my father suppressed all news and placed my brother’s body in a freezer in the basement. After reading my brother’s diary, I finally understood. The mastermind behind his kidnapping and humiliation was none other than Bella. Even the child in her womb belonged to her “white moonlight,” Julian. The redemption my brother thought he found was nothing but a complete deception! My eyes filled with ruthless determination as I clenched his diary. How dare they hurt my brother like this? I will make them pay with their lives! Chapter 1 In the dimly lit living room, my mother clutched her chest and wept. “Apart from this diary, we have no evidence to sue that beast Bella. My poor Sammy, why was he so impulsive…” My father, eyes red, smashed an ashtray. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have agreed to the marriage alliance with the Miller family back then. I harmed my son…” Through their disjointed recount, I finally understood. Five years ago, my father and the Miller family agreed to marry my brother, Sammy, to Bella’s older sister, Clara. But their childhood friend, Julian, had always loved Clara. Hearing she was to marry my brother, Julian tried to drown himself in a river. Bella saved him and promised she would never let her sister marry my brother. So, she came up with this vicious plan. She hired people to kidnap and humiliate my brother, then released the video on his engagement day. As the heir to the Miller family, Clara couldn’t possibly marry a man with such a stain. Clara indeed refused to marry my brother, and Julian got his wish to become engaged to her. To eliminate any future trouble, Bella publicly proposed to my brother. My brother’s life after marriage was actually very hard, but every time he came home to see our parents, he always pretended to be happy. Today, after coming back in a daze, he cried in my mother’s arms for a long time. Late at night, after writing his last diary entry, he took poison and ended his life. I opened the diary. The latest entry was written just before he committed suicide tonight. [Today, I overheard Bella talking to her assistant. It turns out she was the one who hired people to kidnap and humiliate me six months ago! She did this to me for Julian! Even the child in her womb is Julian’s… Why did she have to be so cruel to me… I rushed in to confront her, but she just smiled and said I heard wrong. I said I wanted a divorce. She threatened me, saying if I dared to divorce, she would tell everyone I was turned into a pervert by the kidnappers and cheated on her. Who would dare to be with me then? She said, ‘Sammy, stop making a fuss. Who else would want you besides me? You don’t want to ruin your reputation and drag down the Carter family, do you? Your parents only have two sons. Your brother is already a useless mental patient. If your reputation stinks too, what will they do?’] Bella threatened my brother that if he dared to speak out, she would bring down the Carter family. She even forced him to acknowledge that bastard child, making him wear the green hat with no way to resist. The large tear stains spreading on the paper showed my brother’s heartbreak and despair. He wrote his final words: [I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I don’t want to drag you down. But I’m in so much pain. I’m sorry…] I stroked the tear stains on the diary, feeling incredibly irritable. I wanted to kill someone. When he was ten, my brother was beaten by the class bully. His long hair was cut off, he was covered in bruises, and his right hand was broken. The doctor said even if his hand healed, he could barely use chopsticks. The bully’s family was powerful, so they only got a verbal reprimand and paid some money to settle it. That night, I pried open the window and snuck out. When my parents rushed to the police station upon receiving the news, they saw the bully dead at his doorstep. I was covered in blood and nearly beaten to death by the bully’s parents. Seeing my parents, I grinned. “He dared to hit my brother. He dies.” They said I had intermittent explosive disorder and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. Over the next decade or so, my brother always came to visit me. He would bring various snacks and gifts and share his colorful life with me. Many times I couldn’t understand his happiness, but he would hold my hand through the bars. “I’m happy just seeing you, big brother. You too, right?” Six months ago was the last time I saw him. He was haggard but forced a smile, saying he was getting married and his fiancée would love him like I did. I never expected she would be the one to hurt him the deepest and drive him to death. “Dad, Mom. From today on, I am Sammy.” Anyone who dares to bully my brother will die. Chapter 2 Mom changed me into Sammy’s clothes and gave me the same haircut. She looked at me and cried again. I knew I must look exactly like Sammy right now. The doorbell rang. It was a heavily pregnant Bella. Seeing my parents’ expressions, a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes. “Hubby, why didn’t you answer my call? I came to pick you up.” She smiled and took my arm, probing: “Mom, Dad. Sammy and I had a fight on the way to the prenatal checkup yesterday. He got angry and ran back here…” My dad forced a smile and waved his hand. “I’ve already criticized him. Told this brat to yield to you more.” My mom took her hand, eyes red. “Bella, pregnancy is hard. If this brat makes you feel wronged, we’ll teach him a lesson for you!” Bella relaxed and smiled. “Thanks, Mom and Dad.” After a few pleasantries, she impatiently dragged me out. Mom chased after us and held my hand, her eyes seemingly holding a thousand words. “Sammy, treat Bella well!” I patted her hand and nodded. Then I got into Bella’s car without looking back. The moment the car started, the smile on Bella’s face vanished. “Smart of you not to tell your parents about those things. Sammy, as long as you obediently take care of me until I give birth, I’ll let you go. Otherwise, I don’t mind ruining you and the Carter family. Understand?” I turned a deaf ear, head down, corners of my mouth silently turning up. Seeing this, Bella sighed and held my hand. “Hubby, forget about today, okay? I’ll spend my life making it up to you. I promise. The next child will be ours. Let’s have two more, okay?” I started trembling, desperately suppressing my restless emotions. “It’s my fault. Cry if you want to, be good.” Bella thought I was sad and murmured to herself: “As soon as I give birth to Julian’s child and fulfill my last wish, I’ll live a good life with you…” I trembled even harder. Bella, I’m afraid you won’t have that chance. Just as I was about to pull out a dagger to end her, Bella received a call, yanked the steering wheel, and turned the car around. “Julian, don’t be scared! I’m coming to save you!” She drove like a maniac to a bar. I followed her in and saw a man who looked like a pretty boy being dragged towards a private room by several drunks. Bella’s eyes were about to pop out. She grabbed a bottle and rushed forward. Seeing it was her, the bar manager quickly ordered people to pull the drunks away. The leader, a dark-faced man, had his head smashed by Bella. Pinned to the ground by the crowd, he sobered up significantly. He pointed at me behind Bella and begged for mercy: “He put us up to it! Mr. Carter, you didn’t tell us this pretty boy had such backing…” The drunks pleaded with me for help. Julian threw himself at Bella, crying. “Bella, I’m so scared… did Sammy order them to teach me a lesson?” “Sammy, I know. Ever since Clara’s accident, you’ve been afraid I’d steal Bella. So you wanted to find these people to ruin me, right?” Slap! Before I could speak, Bella slapped me hard across the face. “Sammy, I didn’t expect you to be so vicious!” “You’re dirty yourself, so you want to drag Julian down too? Since that’s the case, you can take the lesson meant for him!” I was stunned. This Bella seemed crazier than me. “Didn’t you just say you wanted to live a good life with me?” “You’re not worthy!” Bella dropped this line, waved her hand, and I was pushed into the private room along with the drunks. The moment the door was locked, the dark-faced leader’s eyes turned evil. “Pretty boy, remember us?” “We played for a day and a night six months ago… Tonight, we’ll make you feel good again…” I instantly realized these were the culprits who kidnapped and humiliated my brother. Julian coincidentally found them to act, intending to hurt my brother again. Looking at the various tools prepared on the table, I smiled bloodthirstily. Great. Line up, I’ll beat you one by one. Chapter 3 The dark-faced man lit a cigarette and blew smoke in my face. “Haven’t seen you in six months, looks like you’ve bulked up. This is going to be even more fun!” I snatched the cigarette and jammed the lit end into his right eye. “Argh!” He howled, clutching his eye, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air. I kicked him hard in the groin. He instantly curled into a ball, rolling on the floor in agony. “You brat, dare to fight back? I’ll whip you to death!” The second man grabbed a spiked whip from the table and lashed out at me. I caught the whip mid-air, wrapped it around his neck, and yanked hard. He screamed, clutching his bloody neck as he collapsed. “Shit, this kid knows how to fight! Get him together!” The third man tried to grab me from behind while the fourth kicked at my stomach. I grinned devilishly, grabbed his leg, and drove my elbow down. Crack! He screamed, clutching his broken leg. I grabbed the hair of the guy behind me and threw him over my shoulder. Then I unleashed a flurry of punches, hitting them square in the face. … Ten minutes later, they were all tied up, mouths stuffed with dirty socks. I looked at my handiwork with satisfaction, rubbing my sore knuckles. It had been over ten years since I could fight so freely. The last time was when I beat up that bully. He talked tough back then too, saying I was too skinny to beat him. He didn’t know I was born with immense strength. Three punches were all it took to send him to hell. I hadn’t slacked off in the psychiatric hospital either. I bent iron bars every day for practice. Seeing the fear in their eyes, I raised the whip in my hand. “What you wanted to do to me just now, do it to each other.” Minutes later, they were lying on the ground in a heap, whimpering for mercy. Giving up so soon? I haven’t even avenged my brother yet. I smashed a few bottles of alcohol, grinning as I splashed it over the cigarette butts on the floor. As the flames rose, the men on the floor screamed and writhed like maggots. The soundproofing in this bar was indeed good; no one outside heard a thing even with the fire starting. When Bella and Julian arrived, half the bar was reduced to ashes. Four casualties. I was huddled on the street corner, face blackened, clothes disheveled, covered in blood. Seeing my wretched state, Bella muttered, “Deserved it.” Julian whispered in my ear: “You’re lucky to be alive, but next time you won’t be so fortunate.” They loaded me into the back seat. In the darkness, I trembled all over. Thinking of how those men howled in pain as I burned off their manhood. And how they begged me before they died. I was exhilarated. Next, it’s your turn. Chapter 4 I was taken back to the Miller villa. Bella ordered the private doctor: “Just dress his wounds simply.” She didn’t want to alert my parents, so she went out to make a call to cover things up. Lying on the sickbed, I heard Julian whisper to the doctor, “Remove his manhood. Make sure he can never be a man again!” They didn’t know that after years in the psychiatric hospital, I had developed a tolerance to anesthetics. After Julian was called away by Bella, I opened my eyes, pretending to have just woken up. The doctor in front of me was the same one from my brother’s diary. For the past six months, my brother had been frequently framed by Julian and suffered countless injuries. This doctor deliberately left my brother covered in scars to make Bella despise him. He held a scalpel, grinning at me. “Sir, you only have yourself to blame for offending the wrong people.” I smiled sinisterly too and pulled the curtain shut. An hour later, Julian couldn’t wait to check the results. If he had lifted the sheet, he would have found… Under the bed was a bloody dead hedgehog with all its claws broken and covered in needles. The bloody testicles on the surgical tray weren’t mine either. Bella’s voice came from outside. “Mom, why are you here?” Julian’s eyes darted around. He leaned in and whispered gloatingly: “Sammy, you’re completely ruined. Wait to be kicked out!” He pushed me out in a wheelchair. In the living room sat an elegant lady. Bella was smiling fawningly at her. “Mom, the bar fire tonight was an accident. Sammy just happened to be inside…” The lady stood up and slapped me across the face. “I knew this cheap brat was restless. Messing around before marriage, and now seeking thrills in bars after marriage.” “Our Miller family doesn’t have such a lowlife son-in-law!” I tentatively spoke: “Mom, I’m innocent…” Bella frowned. “Mom, Sammy almost died in the fire. He’s learned his lesson. Don’t scold him anymore.” She held my hand, a rare look of distress on her face. Behind her, Julian’s eyes flashed with jealousy. “The doctor just said Sammy played too hard. The tissue down there was necrotic and had to be removed…” “What?!” Bella’s mother snatched the diagnosis report, her voice shrill. “Bella, divorce this useless thing immediately and marry Julian instead of your sister!” Seeing her hesitation, her mother cried out: “Daughter! Your sister is gone. The burden of continuing the Miller bloodline falls on you alone!” “Since this waste can’t reproduce anymore, marry Julian and have more children with him!” My heart suddenly ached. Is this how they treated my brother before? Letting him be framed by Julian’s clumsy tricks. Insulting him, treating him like trash, discarding him at will. But my brother was destroyed by Bella’s own hands! My eyes turned red as I looked up at Bella. “I became like this because of you…” “You said you’d live a good life with me forever, Bella.” Bella looked torn, her gaze full of struggle. “Sammy, I have to consider the Miller family. I promise you, I won’t divorce. You can raise the children Julian and I have together, okay?” My expression darkened, eyes bloodthirsty. “Okay.” If you live that long. I threw off the blanket, stood up, and slowly walked towards the villa door. Under their gaze, I locked the door and smashed the security system to pieces with my bare fists. Bella’s face turned pale, staring at my bloody right hand. “Wasn’t your hand crippled since childhood… You’re not Sammy. Who are you?!”

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I went night fishing by the river, only to be stopped by a hot cop who mistook me for a body dumper. I tried desperately to explain: “I’m here to fish!” The cop didn’t buy it: “Where’s the bait?” I shrugged helplessly: “Fish ate it.” The cop pressed: “Where’s the rod?” I sighed: “Fish dragged it away.” The cop sneered: “Where’s the fish? I’ve been watching you for half an hour, not a single fish. Are you the Air Force commander?” I broke down instantly: “Haha, actually I’m the killer! I’m really the killer! Arrest me! Arrest me now!!” 1 Not catching a single fry all night, I might as well be the killer! The handsome cop probably didn’t expect a simple questioning to break me. He quickly tried to patch things up: “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything else. I just really didn’t expect you were here to fish, given how clean your bucket is.” Hearing this, I cried even louder. Bro, are you comforting me or twisting the knife? While handing me tissues, the cop persisted: “If you didn’t catch any fish, did you catch anything else?” I sobbed: “Does catching a shoe count?” The cop nodded immediately: “Of course! Where’s the shoe?” I pointed to the pond in front of us: “I got too mad, threw it back.” The cop took a slow breath: “Exactly where? Can you fish it out again?” I shook my head, troubled: “Unlikely. Just now, a frustrated angler got so mad he went down to fight the fish, probably kicked the shoe away.” The hot cop tsked, looking a bit headache-prone, and contacted his colleagues to come dredge for the shoe. Curious, I tentatively asked: “Did something happen?” The hot guy answered with a question: “Have you encountered anything strange?” Absolutely! I slapped my thigh: “This pond! I’ve been here five days, at least three hours a day, and haven’t caught a single fish. Tell me, isn’t that strange!” The hot guy smiled slightly: “Let’s not discuss luck.” I thought to myself, how can you call this luck! This is clearly suspicious! Does anyone really go home empty-handed for a week straight? I don’t believe it! I wanted to argue for myself, but the hot cop’s colleague arrived first: “Officer Lu, how’s the situation on your end?” Seeing me, the other cop’s eyes lit up: “Caught a suspect?” The hot guy waved his hand: “This lady is just here to fish.” “What?” The other cop was clearly incredulous: “Fishing? Then why is her bucket empty? “We released three thousand pounds of fry into this pond, and she didn’t catch a single one?!” 2 Enough! I said enough! You two cold-hearted men! You better sleep with one eye open tonight! “Stop it,” the cop named Luke couldn’t bear to look at my tragic expression, quickly patting his colleague, “Should be nothing here, let’s check over there.” Filled with grief and indignation, I followed them to the side. “Where are you going?” Luke blocked me. I pouted: “Retrieving my fishing rod, I set up a big one over there.” Luke let go then, asking as we walked: “Are you familiar with the fishing buddies around here?” I nodded and shook my head: “Sort of, just familiar faces, don’t know their names.” Luke said “Oh”: “Any suspicious persons?” I kept a straight face: “Plenty. Officer, you need to know, anglers only have two states: extremely calm and extremely manic. “For example, right now I look extremely calm, but actually I really want to jump into the water and fight the fish.” Luke suppressed a laugh: “Maybe jump later, finish answering our questions first.” As we spoke, we reached my fishing rod. Observing the water surface, confirming there was no movement, my heart turned to ash instantly: “Then ask quickly, I’m ready to go in.” Luke quickly grabbed me: “Don’t get exci—” Before he finished, the float on the water surface shook, then started to drift. I froze, then rejoiced, pouncing to pull the rod: “Up up up! Fish on!!” Must be a big one, quite heavy. I couldn’t pull it at first and almost threw my back out. Seeing this, Luke quickly helped me: “Slow down, don’t get excited!” How could I listen to him, waving my hand frantically: “Net net net! Give me the net!” Luke scanned around: “No net!” Damn, hooked a big one once a year, and forgot the landing net today! “It’s fine!” I gritted my teeth instantly, “No net, I’ll pull it hard!!” Just a fish, twenty pounds max! I don’t believe I can’t pull it up! … Overestimated. Feels like eighty pounds. But luckily this fish didn’t struggle. Luke and I pulled hard for nearly half a minute, finally seeing a shadow surface. “This fish… has a weird shape.” As the shadow got closer, my expression grew stranger: “This fish… why is it rectangular??” 3 Good news: Didn’t go home empty-handed today. Bad news: What came up wasn’t a fish. Midnight by the pond, red and blue police lights flashing. And I squatted by the pond, touching my heavy rod, weeping silently: You worked hard, big rod. Since you came to my hand, didn’t catch a single fish, but caught human fragments first. “Is the rod damaged? Still usable?” A voice came from above. I looked up, meeting Luke’s handsome face, my sorrow instantly lessened. “It’s fine, this rod can handle 130 pounds.” Although until now, I’ve never seen a fish over 30 pounds. Luke hummed “Mm”, his eyes quite gentle in the night: “Tell us if it’s damaged. After all, you helped us retrieve a body, the police can offer some compensation.” I wiped my tears dramatically: “Then it’s definitely damaged. Officer Lu, my soul is severely injured, need comfort urgently.” Luke suppressed a laugh: “Send you a pennant later? Fishing King?” I choked: “Are you sure you’re not being sarcastic?” Before Luke could speak, a pungent stench drifted over. It stank for ten miles, bringing tears to anyone who smelled it! “What’s happening?” I almost vomited, covering my nose hurriedly. Luke looked over: “The coroner opened the suitcase.” Hearing this, I instinctively looked back, but Luke blocked my eyes almost immediately. “Don’t look.” His palm landed before my eyes, pushing gently, making me retreat: “You’ll have insomnia for a long time if you look.” I blinked, knowing it was for my own good, and obediently retreated behind the police car following his force. Only when completely away from the suitcase did Luke let go: “It’s late, I’ll drive you back first.” I said “Ah”, my mind still on the suitcase. “Hey.” Luke waved in front of me, “What are you thinking about?” I snapped back, grabbing Luke’s hand, pointing at the distant suitcase: “That suitcase, I seem to have seen it somewhere.” 4 Not seem to, I definitely saw it somewhere. The floral print on the side of the suitcase looked so familiar! Luke was stunned too, then became serious: “Really? Think hard then, this is a big clue for solving the case.” Of course I knew, but often the harder you try to remember, the blurrier the memory gets. After thinking for a long time, my brain was still mush. Seeing this, Luke took out his phone: “Let’s exchange contact info first, contact me anytime you remember.” I nodded “Oh oh”, exchanging numbers with him. Luke looked at me: “What should I call you?” I said: “My last name is Wen, Wen Mian.” (let’s call her Wendy) “Okay.” Luke looked at me, slowly exhaling, “It’s late, I’ll send you home first. Come to the station tomorrow to make a statement. “Think carefully about that suitcase when you get back tonight.” I waved my hand: “It’s fine, I drove here, I can go back myself.” Luke insisted: “It’s very late, unsafe for a girl to go back alone. My colleague will drive your car back for you.” Since he put it that way, I couldn’t refuse. Thinking this guy is handsome and kind, I got into the car happily. On the way back, I chatted with Luke at first, then got too sleepy and lazy to speak, leaning against the window thinking about the suitcase print. That flower is too familiar, where exactly did I see… Holy cow! The car braked suddenly. Unprepared, I was thrown forward, chest hurting from the seatbelt. “What happened?” I rubbed my chest, coming back to my senses. “Arrived at your community.” Luke pointed to the gate ahead, “I’ll register, send you downstairs.” I wanted to say no need for the trouble, just a few steps, but Luke already rolled down the window greeting the security booth, finishing registration in a few sentences. “Quite responsible to the people…” I muttered. Luke just smiled upon hearing it: “Should be.” The car quickly arrived downstairs. I unbuckled the seatbelt: “Thanks Officer Lu, you go back and rest early too.” Luke looked at me, gaze indecipherable: “It’s okay, remember to come to the station tomorrow.” I nodded “Mm mm”: “I know.” Luke didn’t unlock the door, but repeated: “Must come.” I thought I’m not senile, no need to repeat so many times. But stared at by Luke’s deep eyes, I swallowed the complaint. “I will definitely go.” Luke seemed satisfied then, unlocking the door to let me out. Back home, showered and cleaned up, it was almost dawn. Leaning on the balcony drying my hair, forcing my eyes open waiting for the washing machine, I glanced down and saw a very familiar car parked downstairs. Isn’t that Luke’s car? Why hasn’t he left yet?

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I am an Immortal, born with boundless wealth destined in my fate. Anyone who tries to murder me for money only ends up triggering a mechanism that grants me a huge fortune, making me a billionaire! But I am exhausted. Having been murdered in a thousand different ways, I’ve lost the will to live. To me, money is just a string of cold numbers. The only way to break my immortality is to find someone who loves me, not my money! After countless lifetimes, I finally found him. He truly didn’t care about my money. But he didn’t love me either. Instead, he sliced open my skin with a scalpel… Chapter 1 I lay in the freezing operating room. The surgical lights reflected the gruesome image of my body being cut open. New death unlocked: +1. But this time, the pain was excruciating. It was the kind of agony that pierced through skin and bone, pushed to the absolute limit. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even scream. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to ask Julian: “Do you want money? You know I have plenty. Just name your price, I can give you whatever you want.” Julian shook his head, his hand trembling as he stroked my hair. He kissed my forehead, tears falling rapidly onto my cheek, yet they felt devoid of warmth. “I don’t want money. I love you. Your money is just a bonus. It’s you I love.” I laughed, my limbs twitching uncontrollably from the pain. When he sliced into me with the scalpel, he didn’t use any anesthesia. He said he was going to remove my organs and drain my blood. Is this his so-called love? I really didn’t understand. If he wants me dead, why can’t he just make it quick? “Julian, how much money do you want? Or rather, what do you want? I’ll give you everything, okay? Just give me a quick death. Don’t torture me under the guise of loving me.” Julian was stubborn, insisting he loved me. I couldn’t see where this “love” was! Five minutes later, another person was wheeled into the operating room. It was a young woman, beautiful, with skin like porcelain. She was already asleep, placed on a gurney parallel to mine. The blood drained from me was being transfused into her body. Immediately, a team of secretive doctors cut her open and began surgery on her too. The woman seemed very sick. After opening her up, the doctors removed several of her organs. Then, treating me like a spare parts bin, they harvested the corresponding organs from my body to replace hers. Finally, I understood. This was Julian’s purpose all along! I froze, a tear slipping unnoticed from the corner of my eye. Choking back a sob, I asked Julian: “Who is she?” Julian didn’t answer, just stared at the woman with infinite tenderness. “Julian! Answer me!” Julian snapped out of it, held my hand, and told me the whole truth. “Her name is Bella. She was my high school classmate. We sat next to each other for three years, promised to go to the same college, and agreed to marry and start a family after graduation.” “But fate played a cruel joke. After graduation, she was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease. Her organs would fail and atrophy within five years, leading to death. There is no cure in the world.” “I couldn’t just watch her leave me like this. I couldn’t watch the person who accompanied my entire youth die. So I came up with this plan.” Hearing Julian’s words, I only found it laughable. “A disease with no cure in the world, and you think transplanting my organs will help? If it worked, wouldn’t doctors have suggested it long ago? Would you need to wait until now?” Julian understood what I meant. He suddenly turned to look at me. His gaze was firm, but utterly cold. After staring at me for a long time, Julian sighed and spoke softly. “Mia, I know your secret.” “I know you are an Immortal!” Chapter 2 Julian’s words shocked me. They also explained everything I was suffering now. So he really didn’t care about my money, but he didn’t love me either! I thought I could break my immortality in this lifetime, but I failed at the last step. Julian was terrifyingly cold. Even seeing me cut open, a bloody mess, he could calmly stand by the operating table holding my hand, his thumb stroking my palm. My entire body rejected his touch, on the verge of fainting from the pain. Julian continued to talk about his and Bella’s hardships. “I took Bella everywhere, sought many famous doctors, but there was no hope. Bella suffered so much, cried in my arms countless times. Only I understand her pain.” “I promised her I would save her. I swore to find a way! I really can’t watch her die. Do you know? She is like the sun in my world. Without her, my world loses all light.” “Mia, after I found out you were an Immortal, I had a strong premonition. I felt you could save her! I felt you could change our lives!” So he didn’t even give me anesthesia? And he lied to me for three years! These three years were just to get close to me, to gain my trust, and then use my organs to save Bella. How could he do this? I screamed, losing my composure in front of him for the first time, cursing wildly. Although I knew death was a common occurrence in my life, something trivial to me. But I couldn’t accept this reality. I’d rather he approached me for my money than for this reason. The double agony made me lose my mind. My spasms worsened, limbs twisting into terrifying angles, but Julian held me down firmly. Julian kept talking, trying to comfort me, but none of his words were human. “Mia, just endure it a bit longer! Just hold on! I know you’ve died many times, experienced all kinds of pain. This is just another one, bear with it and it’ll pass.” “I know you’ve been looking for a way to break your immortality. This time I’m helping you, and you’re helping me. Isn’t this a win-win?” “You help me save Bella, and I help you end this absurd immortality. Afterwards, I will continue to love you, remember you forever, letting you live on in Bella’s body in another way, okay?” I looked at him coldly, biting my tongue until I spat a mouthful of blood. Julian, afraid I would bite my tongue off and kill myself, actually stuck his hand in my mouth for me to bite. “Don’t be scared, Mia, be good, don’t be scared. I’ll stay by your side. Just hold on. The doctor said not using anesthesia ensures better organ adaptation, that’s why it hurts. It’ll be over soon!” His affectionate act, for a moment, made me feel like I was in labor, giving birth to our child. But it was all an illusion. I knew better than anyone. I sneered, exhausting the last bit of trust I had in others. I bit down hard on his hand, spat blood in his face, and growled: “Since you know I’m an Immortal, do you know what happens when someone accepts an Immortal’s flesh and blood? I advise you to stop now! Or you won’t be able to bear the consequences!” Chapter 3 After roaring those words, I passed out from the pain. I didn’t know how long I was out. When I woke up, I found myself in a large tank. I had been immortal many times and died many times. As long as twenty-four hours passed after my death, I would revive in various ways. In freezing water, in sticky mud, in filthy sewers… I had been everywhere. As long as this world wasn’t destroyed, even if I was burned to ashes, leaving only a speck of dust, I could still revive. This large tank was filled with formalin. My hollowed-out body soaked in it like a bath, slowly reviving, but unable to move yet. I heard Julian’s cold voice nearby. He had already checked the tank once. From the reflection in his pupils, I saw my horrific state. My nearly 5’7″ body had curled up into a ball from the torture, not even half my original height. All usable organs in my body had been taken by Julian and now belonged to Bella. Julian was clearly satisfied, his voice unconsciously pitching higher. “She probably can’t be immortal anymore. She can’t revive like this. Her body is just a skeleton and a head, nothing useful left.” The doctor who operated on me and Bella nodded, agreeing that I couldn’t revive. “There’s probably no hope, and she’s useless for scientific research. So this remaining body…” Julian thought for a moment and made a quick decision. “To be safe, cremate what’s left of her. Scatter the ashes in four directions so she can never revive again. That way Bella can inherit her fortune smoothly.” This doctor was amazingly resourceful. Not only could he perform surgery on me and Bella, but he could also help Julian dispose of my body. They chatted happily, treating me like a dead cat or dog. Having settled my matter, they talked about Bella’s recovery. Julian’s tone was uncontrollably joyful, his eyes shining in a way I had never seen before. “An Immortal’s organs really are different. I thought Bella would need a long recovery, a painful transition period. I didn’t expect her to be spirited the very next day!” “Not only that, her body adapted to the organs quickly, and her wounds are healing fast. She’s full of life, it even surprised me!” “I’ve discussed it with Bella. We plan to proceed to the next step in three days.” Next step? Julian hadn’t mentioned that to me. I wanted to listen more, but Julian received a call from Bella. Bella’s gentle voice came from the phone, suddenly saying she wanted strawberry cake. She was in a good mood and had a good appetite, seemingly recovering well. Julian was ecstatic, cooing doting words into the phone. “You little glutton, just feeling a bit better and already craving strawberry cake?” Bella acted coquettish, her soft voice coming through. “I want other things too, but you’re not here, I dare not think too much…” Julian smiled, sweet words flowing effortlessly. “Then I’m coming now. Think more about it, what exactly do you want to eat? Hmm?” Chapter 4 Hearing their words, my heart turned cold as ice. My body revived faster. Something in my chest felt like it was breaking through my flesh, growing a new heart of my own bit by bit. I smirked, feeling the heart slowly beating, signaling a new round of resurrection. The heart that once loved Julian was taken by him. It took away my love and pain. Now I had grown a new heart. No pain, no love, only filled with hatred and the desire to check the results. I endured in the tank for hours, watching my body fill up and revive. Half an hour before the doctor came to dispose of my body, I broke out of the tank. When the doctor discovered I was missing, he was terrified as if he’d seen a ghost, scared out of his wits, and called Julian. I hid in the dark, listening to the phone ring three times before Julian reluctantly answered. “Hello! Julian! Julian, it’s bad! Where are you? Tell me, I’m coming to find you!” The doctor trembled, looking around, shaking uncontrollably. But Julian blamed him for ruining the mood. “I’m busy with Bella, you know that! She’s just getting better, why are you calling me so late?” His lust-filled voice sounded particularly ambiguous on the phone, as if accompanied by Bella’s delicate panting. The doctor couldn’t have missed it. But the doctor couldn’t care less and screamed into the phone. “It’s bad! Mia is gone! I was going to dispose of her body, but I just opened the tank and there’s nothing inside!” Julian froze, his voice instantly turning cold. “Impossible! Was it too dark and you didn’t see clearly? Look again!” “Impossible! I saw clearly, Mia isn’t in the tank! There are footprints on the floor, Mia must have revived and run away…” Amidst their terrified conversation, the thunder in the rainy night grew louder. I reached the doctor’s car before him, used the stolen keys to drive away, and headed straight for Julian’s house. In the middle of the night, lights were still on at Julian’s. Panting sounds came from the garage, as if someone was moving heavy objects. Bella followed him anxiously, asking in confusion: “Julian, where are we going? What happened? Why are we taking suitcases?” Julian had no time to explain, just focused on moving luggage. “We’re leaving first, taking the earliest flight. I’ll explain when we’re safe!” Bella was confused and wanted to ask more, but froze when the third clap of thunder sounded in the sky. Then, as if summoned, she walked strangely towards the gate, opened it for me, and stood obediently by my side. “Bella, where are you going?!” Julian followed anxiously. Seeing me, his face turned pale with fear, but he still subconsciously worried about Bella, calling her name, which stung my eyes instantly. “Bella, come here, come here first! Listen to me! You can’t handle her, don’t get so close!” I laughed. Laughing at his ignorance. I turned to Bella and whispered: “Grab him. Let’s go inside and have a good talk.” Bella obeyed without complaint. To Julian’s shock, she twisted his arm out of joint and forced him into the house. Julian roared in shock and pain. “How is this happening? Mia, what did you do to Bella?!” I looked at the night sky and shook my head regretfully at Julian. “I didn’t do anything to her. You just didn’t listen to my warning and couldn’t bear the consequences!” “Didn’t you know? Having accepted thirty percent of an Immortal’s flesh and blood, she becomes the next Immortal, and she inherits all the pain I’ve suffered!”

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After high school graduation, my twin childhood friends confessed their feelings to me simultaneously. They held their breath waiting for my answer, but my attention was caught by a barrage of floating comments appearing out of thin air: [No matter who the side character chooses, the other one can guiltlessly be with the heroine.] [The brothers are so close, afraid of hurting each other, so they handed the decision to the side character.] [It’s a pity both brothers fell for Luna, but the side character is nice too. Hope the four of them stay friends forever.] What kind of twisted balancing act is this? I immediately called Luna: “Sam and Dean both confessed to me. They’re right here next to me. What do you think I should do?” The two who were about to snatch my phone froze in unison upon hearing my question, anticipating the answer from the other end. After a moment of silence, Luna said solemnly: “Neither of them is really up to par… I think I’m a better fit for you.” The three of us on this end fell silent. The person on the phone tried to salvage the awkwardness: “Haha, just kidding.” The eyes of the two boys dimmed rapidly, their silence eerie. Luna started to choke up: “Nina, I was really joking. Don’t ignore me.” 1 Sam and Dean were frozen stiff. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Luna spoke again, her words almost making me choke on that breath. “But seriously, neither of them is any good.” She explained through tears. “Sam can’t do it, you know.” She made such a bold claim that my eyes nearly popped out: “How would I know? I don’t know!” I carefully recalled my interactions with Sam. I certainly hadn’t seen that part of him. Sam, standing beside me, radiated a chilling aura. “He just can’t. Stares at a computer all day, no exercise, never goes out unless necessary. Pale and thin, no vitality. Wears layers even in summer, must be weak. Won’t live long.” I sighed in relief. So that’s what she meant by “can’t do it.” Sam’s cool voice rang out: “Whether I can do it or not, you can tell just by looking?” I tsked and glared at him. Why talk like that to a little girl? Sam gave me a deep look, then glanced at my phone. Without a word, he turned and left. Dean spoke up hopefully: “I love sports. I’m better than Sam.” Luna didn’t hesitate, her crying voice steady: “You’re no good either. Always sweating, smelling gross. Nina likes clean.” Dean subconsciously sniffed his cuff and frowned: “No smell. I shower after every workout.” “I say there is, so there is. You’re not good enough for Nina.” Dean pouted angrily. He looked at me, eyes pleading for me to control Luna. I shrugged. I can’t control what others say. Okay, I admit I was bothered by the floating comments. Seeing I wouldn’t help, Dean turned slowly, dejected. He paused several times, as if waiting for me to call him back. I turned off the speakerphone and put the phone to my ear: “Okay, they’re gone.” Luna sobbed: “So, you didn’t say yes to either of them, right?” “Right.” The person on the other end finally let out a little laugh: “That’s good, you’re still best with me…” Her voice stopped abruptly. After a few seconds, she hurriedly added: “Just kidding! I don’t like girls, I only like you. No, I mean I don’t like like you, I…” She made herself cry again. I rubbed my temples: “Okay, I understand. I’m best with you.” 2 Luna usually relied on me heavily, so her reaction wasn’t surprising. But the floating comments baffled me. [Two male leads can’t compare to one side character. Useless, both of them.] [Can I ship this pair?] [If the heroine relies on the side character so much, how can the male leads make a move?] [Then they don’t. If the heroine doesn’t choose them, they aren’t the male leads.] [Childhood sweethearts losing to the new girl… wait, the new girl is winning?] [Don’t overinterpret. The heroine was bullied, and the side character helped her out. It’s normal to be dependent, doesn’t mean it’s that kind of feeling.] What! What are they saying?! My face grew colder. I got back on my bike and sped past Dean. “Why is the side character blushing? Tired already?” “Her stamina isn’t great either.” Nonsense! I pedaled harder, wind rushing past my ears, braking sharply only when I reached my building. Those words haunted me like ghosts. They kept mentioning “heroine” and “side character.” Apparently, I’m the “side character,” and Luna, whom the twins like, is the “heroine.” Could these lingering comments be related to Luna? I dropped off the groceries at home and told my mom: “I’m not eating home. Going to find Luna.” Luna lived in the next neighborhood, a ten-minute bike ride away. I parked familiarly and rang her doorbell. Luna opened the door, looking dazed when she saw me. “Nina, you came to find me?” Her voice was still choked with tears. Two more people walked to the door, standing behind Luna. Sam and Dean. “The male leads didn’t get this excited reception.” “Ooh, a showdown between male leads and side character.” “Can ‘male lead’ and ‘side character’ even have a showdown?” “Wait, Luna likes the side character, so it’s a showdown between male leads and heroine… even weirder.” 3 I walked into Luna’s house. Her parents were always away on business, so she was usually alone. The first time I came here, the whole place felt cold and gloomy. Now the curtains were open, warm and bright. She sat me on the sofa and happily went to the kitchen for snacks and drinks. Opposite me, the twins stared, examining me. The people who confessed to me half an hour ago were now warily observing my interaction with Luna. This look was annoying. I ignored them. Luna piled snacks on the coffee table, squatting on the rug, enthusiastically handing me things: “You said these chips were good, and this soda too… I bought so much, but you rarely come over.” I took everything with both hands: “Mom brought Grandma home. I’ve been taking care of her since break started.” Luna’s eyes lit up, staring unblinkingly: “So that’s why. What does Grandma like to eat? I’ll buy some and bring it over.” “Cough.” Sam coughed, reminding us of his existence. Luna looked over: “If your throat hurts, go home and take medicine. Told you your body is weak, stop running around.” Her tone was unusually impatient. In my memory, Luna spoke softly to everyone. Sam clearly marked this down against me. I didn’t understand his look. Luna suddenly stood up, blocking me: “Looking won’t make her like you.” Sam scoffed at Luna: “Does she like you then? Keep dreaming.” I crunched on a chip. He’s always had this stinking face since we were kids. Expecting everyone to guess his thoughts, labeling anyone who couldn’t a dummy. Bad attitude, sharp tongue. He’ll never get a girlfriend like this. “Side character must be secretly pleased, right?” This comment made my eyebrow twitch. I forced the corners of my mouth down. I am not. “Sam isn’t sick, he’s just clearing his throat.” I glanced at Dean. In the short time apart, he had sprayed some cologne. The scent was dizzying. I just rubbed my nose. Luna told Dean: “Your smell is too strong. Sit farther away.” Thanks to Luna, the twins must hate me now. 4 Facing rising hostility, I pulled Luna to sit next to me and looked at the two opposite: “Why are you guys here?” Before they could speak, Luna spilled the beans: “Sam came first, said he was working out at home, told me not to talk nonsense.” I raised an eyebrow. Dean looked meaningfully at Sam. “Then Dean came too, smelling dizzying, claiming he loves cleanliness.” I reminded Luna: “They care a lot about what you say.” Unexpectedly, Luna looked like she was facing a formidable enemy. She scooted closer, pressing tightly against me: “Just because I stopped you from choosing them? They want my approval, want me to put in a good word for them.” Is that one way to interpret it? [Heroine: Peacocks displaying. Displaying for me to play matchmaker.] [Luna: Only I am worthy of Nina.] These comments made me uncomfortable. I quietly moved a bit away from Luna. Unnoticed, Luna moved closer again. I had to send the irrelevant duo away first: “You guys done? Can you leave now?” “Believing her puts a cap on your IQ. You want to be alone with her that badly?” Sam retorted. He was like he swallowed gunpowder. Luna, as the homeowner, shooed them away: “Can’t you tell you’re in the way? Leave.” Sam looked at me. Luna pushed him out. Dean looked at me with complicated eyes, stood up, said goodbye. Left alone with Luna, I thought I’d be more comfortable without a third party. But I forgot about the floating comments. Truly unsightly. I tried to calm down. Luna watched, suddenly reaching out to touch my face: “Nina, feeling sick? Why is your face so red?” I dodged her hand and moved to a single sofa: “No. I have something to say to you.” Luna couldn’t hide her expressions. My avoidance made her look dejected: “I won’t listen.” “…I haven’t said anything yet.” “It’s definitely something I don’t want to hear.” She turned her back: “You’re popular. You’re going to date someone and distance yourself from me, right?” I recalled my high school life. Besides Luna always sticking to me, who else welcomed me? “No.” Luna turned her head slightly: “You really don’t like Sam or Dean? You’ve known them longer, deeper feelings. They both like you. Not even a little moved?” The image of them blaming each other for bedwetting flashed in my mind. I took a deep breath: “Really no.” Luna’s face brightened. She moved towards me: “Then what did you want to say?” I looked at the messy comments in the air, pursed my lips: “One, Sam and Dean… don’t fall for them.” The comments were weird. The twins confessing to me was weird. Better not to get involved until I figure it out. Luna nodded: “Of course I don’t like them. I only hang out with them because you’re close to them.” The comments went crazy over her words: [If this isn’t love, what is?] [Hard not to suspect the heroine’s feelings for the side character.] [Side character forbidding the heroine from liking the male leads, is she jealous?] I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, avoided Luna’s gaze, and steeled myself: “Two, I probably don’t like girls.”

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My flight was overbooked, and the flight attendant asked if I could take the next one. She offered me half the ticket price as compensation, and I happily agreed. But when the next flight arrived, it was overbooked too. I got compensated again, thinking this was a great way to make easy money. That was until the big screens showed mass flight disruptions. News reports flooded in: a chemical plant near the airport had exploded, and the entire airport was gradually being engulfed by spreading toxic gas. I realized then, I had been played by capitalism. 1 Toxic gas spread for dozens of miles around the airport. Public transportation was completely paralyzed; cars couldn’t get through. If we wanted to leave, the only way was by plane. A man from my original flight stormed up to the counter, confronting the flight attendant. “With something like this happening, I demand you put me on a plane right now!” The flight attendant patiently tried to calm him down: “Mr. Lewis, please stay calm. The crew is handling the situation. We will make an announcement as soon as we have specific information.” The man wouldn’t let up. “What kind of attitude is that?! I’m filing a complaint! If I’m not the first one on a plane, I swear I’ll report you!” I felt a growing unease. What if every flight was overbooked? Would I be stuck here forever? I walked up to the flight attendant, gathering my courage. “I was bumped from the 8:30 flight. I’ve already missed two flights. I’m in a bit of a hurry. Can I get on the next one?” The flight attendant kept smiling. “Please rest assured, I will do my best to arrange for you to board.” Her official response didn’t ease my worries. Behind me, other passengers stranded due to overbooking started mocking me. They all believed the airport would have emergency plans and that I was worrying over nothing. A young couple was the loudest. The guy sneered at me: “Has she never flown before? pestering the flight attendant like that. Planes don’t run on the ground; they’ll definitely take off on time.” The girl chimed in: “My baby is so smart! I feel so safe flying with you.” I was outnumbered and had no intention of arguing. But my anxiety wouldn’t go away, so I confirmed with the flight attendant again: “I’m in Business Class, so I’ll definitely get priority boarding, right?” The mocking behind me continued. Someone even questioned if I looked like someone who could afford Business Class. Normally, I wouldn’t spend that much, but this was a reward from my company for a month of overtime. Who knew I’d run into overbooking? “Of course, Ms. Lee. When the plane arrives, we will arrange priority boarding for you.” I sat in the seat closest to the gate, anxiety growing as the time approached. The noisy airport gradually quieted down, like the calm before a storm. A kind grandmother from a tour group came over to comfort me: “Don’t worry, dear. We’ll all get on a plane eventually.” “Flight to Denver is now boarding. Passengers, please line up in an orderly manner…” Finally, boarding began. The complaining man from earlier cut in front of me. As he handed over his ticket, he was stopped. “What did you say? I can’t board?!” 2 The flight attendant, wearing her signature smile, apologetically informed him: “Mr. Lewis, I’m sorry. Due to the sudden public emergency, we have to prioritize evacuating passengers from the original flight. We’ll check for available seats after everyone else has boarded.” Mr. Lewis exploded: “You just said it could take off, now you’re saying I can’t go! Are you playing me? I’m filing a complaint!” Fearing he would disturb other passengers, the flight attendant pulled him aside. I was in the same boat, but calmer than him. I tried to negotiate with the flight attendant: “There are fewer Business Class seats. I can downgrade to Economy, as long as there’s a seat for me.” The flight attendant looked helpless. “I can’t decide that. I need to ask my supervisor.” The young couple from earlier was also stopped. “Sorry, Ms. Taylor and Mr. Wang, your flight is a connecting one. Since the previous flight was canceled, this one can’t take off. You’ll need to rebook.” Mr. Wang freaked out: “What? I have another flight after this!” Ms. Taylor lost her coquettish demeanor. “I told you not to be cheap and buy a connecting flight! Now look! What if we can’t refund or catch the next one?” I squeezed to the front of the line, but the flight attendant gave me the same answer: “No seats, please wait.” Suddenly, I lost the mood to watch the drama. With a few people overbooked on every flight, more and more passengers were stranded. Complaints echoed throughout the terminal. Before I knew it, I looked around. There were at least a few dozen people stuck here. And my overbooking compensation had accumulated from $300 to $900. From morning to night, three full flights had no room for me, and I was getting increasingly irritable. The news said the toxic gas outside the airport hadn’t dissipated, and the situation was unclear. Many people said they wouldn’t wait anymore and demanded refunds. The flight attendant readily agreed. She handed out liability waivers one by one. “After refunding, we will not be responsible for any consequences of your staying at or leaving the airport.” The crowd instantly went silent. Everyone was stunned. Mr. Lewis reacted first. “What do you mean? There’s poison gas outside, and you’re just going to abandon us?” “Sorry, I’m not clear on the follow-up procedures either.” The flight attendant’s robotic smile could no longer soothe the crowd’s accumulated anger. The crowd erupted, quickly splitting into two factions. One side believed the gas must have dissipated after so long and wanted to refund and leave, unwilling to waste more time at the airport. The other side believed the airport was the safest place and wanted to wait for a plane. I was squeezed to the back of the crowd and glimpsed other flight attendants hurriedly leading a man in sunglasses through, bypassing ticket checks and entering the jet bridge directly. Something was wrong! Very wrong! Boarding hadn’t been announced, so how could he get on? I rushed to the front and pointed at him: “Why can he board?” The flight attendant looked troubled. Avoiding the question, she invited me to wait in the Business Class lounge. A businessman next to me, who had been silently working on his laptop, spoke up slowly, his words hitting like thunder. “You aren’t just arranging for the rich and powerful to leave and planning to leave ordinary passengers here to die, are you?” 3 The smile on the flight attendant’s face froze. She was clearly unable to handle this attack. She explained politely: “Of course not. That gentleman is a special passenger who meets the criteria for priority boarding…” The businessman pushed up his glasses and pressed on. “What criteria does he meet? Is there any legal basis for this?” “He…” I quickly stood with the businessman. “Yeah, we were bumped from earlier flights and haven’t left. Why does he get priority? You have to give us an explanation, or let us board now.” The businessman reminded her: “I wasn’t bumped; I rebooked.” Realizing we weren’t easily fooled, the flight attendant could only take us to the Business Class lounge, saying someone would come to handle it later. But after waiting for a long time, no one came. The businessman had already started contacting other airlines. As an ordinary office worker, I was still worried about not being able to get back to work tomorrow to cancel my leave. Suddenly someone outside shouted: “It’s over! It’s all over!” I learned that some of those who refunded tickets and left fainted from the gas within ten meters of the airport exit. Foaming at the mouth, bleeding from orifices. Leaving meant death. The remaining people who had refunded but hadn’t left yet dared not leave easily. They demanded to rebook tickets. But when they opened the booking apps, they found pitifully few flights. A single ticket had skyrocketed to $7,000! The silent waiting hall became noisy again. I stood in front of the glass and saw a large cloud of smoke drifting towards the tarmac. 4 “The gas is drifting over!” Everyone panicked, terrified of being left behind. Ground staff came out to maintain order, telling everyone to calm down. An announcement came over the airport broadcast: “We have received notice that due to the accelerated leakage of toxic gas, please evacuate orderly to the departure hall and wait for boarding arrangements.” Staff in hazmat suits guarded both sides of the boarding gates. Everyone swarmed towards the hall. I followed the crowded flow out, but something felt wrong. A question lingered in my mind, refusing to dissipate. If the situation is so urgent, why not arrange for us to board planes and leave directly? All passengers evacuated outside the security checkpoint. I have good eyesight and noticed many uniformed crew members entering from the other side, which was originally closed. Were they going to sneak away without us? Someone else discovered this too. Shouting from the line: “Why are they going that way? You’re not going to leave us behind, are you?” They rushed into the security checkpoint, trying to break in. “You can’t leave us!” Turns out, I guessed right. When we ran in, we saw a shocking scene. Most of the staff, wearing masks, were boarding planes one after another. The planes were actually taking off without us, without any notice. The sensitive passengers, already physically and mentally exhausted, exploded emotionally. The scene spiraled out of control. They grabbed flight attendants and ground staff, preventing them from leaving. Most boarding gates were already closed. The flight attendants were being pulled and tugged, constantly explaining. But no one wanted to listen. The tarmac was shrouded in toxic fog, the way ahead unclear. I was still hoping for a miracle. I hurriedly dialed emergency numbers, but the lines were always busy. Posting for help online, I realized the lines had long been blown up. Finally, the person next to me got through. “We are trapped at the airport now… What? The gas is spreading too fast, no manpower available? Too many places need rescue? You want me to wait for rescue here?” The person next to me hung up the phone in exasperation. I looked around, estimating there were about a few hundred passengers left. Are we all going to die here? The broadcast suddenly sounded. Everyone went quiet in unison. “Passengers who haven’t refunded their tickets, please do not panic. Wait where you are. We will arrange for your orderly boarding shortly.” Some rejoiced, some worried. That meant those who refunded had to stay. “We are at the airport, you have to escort us safely away!” Those who refunded earlier argued with the flight attendants. Those who didn’t refund had calmed down and become silent. In times like this, everyone only looks out for themselves. Who has the energy to care about others? I watched those making a scene being taken away by security, separated outside the security check. I didn’t know what awaited them. At this moment, Grandma sent me a voice message: “Lisa, are you on the plane now? What time do you land?” Hearing Grandma’s voice, my nose tingled instantly, eyes getting wet. I forced myself to be calm and told her not to worry. I’ll be home soon. The businessman sitting opposite me finished his call and came back. Just as I looked up slightly. Our eyes met, a bit awkward. He silently looked away. Next to him, a little boy pointed at me and asked: “Mommy, why is the sister crying?” His mother immediately covered his mouth, smiling apologetically at me. “Children don’t know better, sorry for the trouble.” I noticed the child’s hand was covered in needle marks. At first, I thought it strange that a seven or eight-year-old was being coddled so much, his mother holding him tight the whole time. Talking to them, I learned they were traveling for medical treatment. The boy, Henry, had a serious genetic disease. This was her last hope. I watched the little boy show me the needle marks on his hand, grinning at me with pale lips. I couldn’t help but feel heartache. I searched my pockets and found a few candies, placing them in his palm, telling him: “Don’t worry, you’ll get better.” Henry unwrapped one and fed it to his mom, then one to me. He turned sideways to offer one to the businessman. The businessman scrolled through his phone without changing expression, not taking it. I marveled at his coldness and quickly sat back. The broadcast played again: “Boarding is now beginning. Passengers, please take your luggage.” But looking out, there was only one plane left. Could all these people fit? I walked to the front and asked the flight attendant: “Are we all getting on that plane outside? It won’t fit everyone. If we don’t get on this one, will there be more planes coming?” The flight attendant shook her head slightly, still smiling. “No, this is the last plane.” What! Before I could ask more, the broadcast announced: “Due to limited seating, some passengers’ tickets will be refunded. Please board with a valid purchase screen.” Mr. Lewis behind me suddenly screamed: “Ah! My ticket was refunded!” People in line immediately checked their phones. Many had been refunded. “How could this be…” Henry’s mom looked at me in disbelief, then fainted directly. She and Henry were both refunded!

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Before the final exam of my senior year, my daughter threatened that if I didn’t buy her the entire Apple ecosystem, she wouldn’t take the test. For her future, I gritted my teeth and agreed. After she successfully finished her exams and got her Apple products, she came home and presented me with a graduation gift wishlist. It added up to nearly $15,000, money I simply didn’t have. She turned around and shamed me online, ranting that “if you can’t afford to raise a child, don’t have one,” and threatened that if I didn’t buy her these gifts, she would refuse to apply for college. I was cyberbullied to the point of a mental breakdown and had to take out loans to satisfy her demands just so she would go to college. Little did I know, this was just the beginning. In college, she constantly competed with her classmates—demanding luxury clothes and bags, renting a high-end apartment, asking for expensive plastic surgery… I couldn’t afford it. In a fit of rage, she pushed me into the river, claimed a huge insurance payout, and squandered it all with a delinquent boyfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I was back before the final exam of her senior year, listening to my daughter threaten not to take the test. I smiled brightly: “Fine, don’t take it! Go straight to work in a factory and save me the tuition.” 1 “Mom, everyone in my class is getting the full Apple suite for graduation. I don’t care, if I don’t have it, I’m not taking the last History exam.” “I might as well not go to college and just work to buy it myself. Using a cheap phone is embarrassing anyway, I’d rather be dead.” Hearing my daughter Chloe’s familiar threats, I realized I had been reborn. Checking my phone, it was exactly noon on the last day of the college entrance exams in my previous life. Less than half an hour before the final History exam. Looking at my daughter sulking outside the exam center, I felt no anxiety. After all, the despair of being pushed into the river by her without hesitation in my past life was too deeply etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, mourning the ungrateful wretch I had painstakingly raised. When I opened them again, I wore a look of relief. “Chloe, you’ve grown up. You know how to feel sorry for your mom.” She was confused: “What do you mean? You agreed?” I smiled brightly: “Fine, whatever you say. Don’t take the exam! Go straight to work at a factory tomorrow and save me a fortune in tuition.” “Perfect, I’ll use the money I saved for your college to go on a trip. It’s been years since I relaxed.” My daughter’s face fell, looking even uglier than before. “Mom, how can you think like that? If you use the tuition for travel, how will I go to college?” See, she didn’t really want to skip college. She just knew too well that for a mother, nothing was a better bargaining chip than her child’s future. I looked surprised: “Didn’t you say you weren’t going? I have to respect your decision. You’re an adult now, anyway. My job raising you is done.” In my past life, she often complained to teachers, classmates, and relatives that I didn’t respect her opinions, and that her father divorced me because I was too controlling. Even though she knew perfectly well that we divorced because her father cheated. She made everyone stereotype me as a controlling single mother who became twisted after losing her husband, suffocating her daughter. So later, when I died “accidentally,” many people thought I deserved it and even comforted my daughter, saying she was finally free of her suffocating mother. “Mom, if I don’t go to college, I won’t find a good job. How will I support myself? I’ll still have to come back and mooch off you.” Seeing my nonchalance, my daughter got anxious. I waved my hand dismissively: “It’s fine. Didn’t you say you wanted to work in a factory to buy whatever you want? That means you can definitely support yourself.” “If it really doesn’t work out, and one day I can’t work anymore and you have no money, we’ll just die together. I’ve lived long enough anyway.” Threatening with death? Like I don’t know how to do that. Threats only work if you care more than she does. But now, I didn’t care. 2 My daughter’s expression was priceless; she was speechless for a long time. But since I had centered my life around her for so many years, she bet that I wouldn’t really abandon her. So she sat under a tree and started playing games on her phone, acting like she really wouldn’t take the exam. Fortunately, I was more resolute than her. While she wasn’t looking, I took her exam admission ticket from beside her and tossed it into a nearby trash can. “Let’s go, Chloe. Before checkout time, let’s go back to the hotel for a nap.” Her eyes widened, unable to believe I actually threw away her ticket. She even forgot her game. After reacting, she screamed. “Mom, what are you doing?!” “Hurry up, it’s too hot. Since you’re not taking the exam, that piece of paper is useless.” I urged impatiently, pulling her to walk back. She was dragged along by me, but her steps were heavy as lead, looking back at that trash can every few steps. As the exam time drew closer, we were getting farther and farther away from the exam center… Her breathing became more anxious, her forehead and palms sweaty. I, on the other hand, felt lighter and lighter, even humming a tune. When we were almost at the hotel, she finally couldn’t take it anymore and flung my hand away. “Why do you get to decide if I take the exam or not? What kind of heartless, selfish mother are you! I won’t let you have your way!” She threw these words at me and ran back toward the exam center. Our hotel was diagonally opposite the exam site, a few hundred meters away. I watched her sprint to the trash can, dig out her admission ticket, and then dash towards the school. Finally, she made it into the exam center a second before the gates closed. So she knew how important the exam was for herself. And here I thought she was taking it for me. I sneered and went straight back to the hotel. I planned to take a nap and then carefully plan my future. Because I was done with this ungrateful wretch. 3 Taking care of my daughter for the exams had exhausted me physically and mentally. But lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Closing my eyes only brought regret. I couldn’t help but wonder, what did I do wrong to raise such a heartless child? Chloe’s dad gave $500 a month in child support, and not always on time. I bore almost all the major expenses. Money wasn’t tight, but I was never stingy with what she needed. Worried that a single-parent household disadvantaged her, I prioritized her needs, even if it meant skimping on myself. Thinking back, perhaps it was this lack of financial concept and my constant compromises that made her appetite grow bigger and bigger. In my past life, before entering the exam room, she demanded the Apple suite. To give her peace of mind for the exam, despite my tight budget, I gritted my teeth and agreed. Even though I was still using a $200 Android phone from three years ago. The latest iPhone, MacBook, iPad, AirPods, and Apple Watch cost nearly $4,000, which was three months of my salary. With my income in a second-tier city, it didn’t seem completely unbearable. But after paying for our daily expenses, mortgage, car loan, and utilities, there was barely anything left. Spending three months’ salary at once meant I had to find other ways to fill the hole. But I was just a nurse working shifts day and night. My income was hard-earned; where would I find extra channels and time to make more money? But since I promised, I delivered. I bought her the Apple suite that day. The college entrance exam happens once in a lifetime. Seeing my daughter happy, I thought the hardship was worth it. Little did I know, this was just the beginning. 4 Her happiness lasted only two days. She found some guide online and gave me a graduation gift wishlist, telling me to buy everything on it. Looking at the list totaling nearly $15,000, I felt dizzy. I couldn’t come up with that much money immediately. My daughter was furious. She went online and shamed me, saying “if you can’t afford to raise a child, don’t have one.” She even threatened that if I didn’t buy these gifts, she would refuse to apply for college. I was cyberbullied to the point of a breakdown. I had to use my savings and take out loans to barely scrape together enough money for the gift list before she would agree to go to college. Later, she became more and more excessive, constantly competing with classmates in college— Demanding luxury clothes and bags, renting high-end apartments, asking for expensive cosmetic surgery… I couldn’t afford it at all. In a fit of rage, while we were taking a walk, she pushed me into the river. Then, with the $500,000 insurance payout, she lived it up with a delinquent boyfriend. Fortunately, dying once made me see people’s hearts clearly and woke me up. Besides being a mother, I am myself. Why can’t I live for myself just once?

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Julian Thorne is bipolar, with a volatile temper. Yet, he ended up in an arranged marriage with me—a cowardly fake-good-girl. That day, Julian smashed everything in the living room. He yelled at his father, “You old fossil! How dare you make decisions for me? She’s got guts smaller than a mouse! What’s the use of being pretty?!” “Marry her? Ha! Over my dead body!” Then he turned around and bumped into me, shivering at the top of the stairs. Julian’s breath hitched. Suddenly blushing, he changed his tune, his voice softening. “Dearest father, marriage isn’t entirely out of the question. How about we set the date for next month—no, next week… actually, let’s just make it tomorrow.” 1 By the time I arrived, Julian had already trashed the living room. Expensive antiques from auctions were thrown like toys, shattering all over the floor. I stood at the door with my oversized suitcase, unsure whether to enter or flee. Just yesterday, I was informed I’d be marrying Julian Thorne. Everyone in our circle knew Julian had severe bipolar disorder. The worst incident was when he dislocated a rich kid’s arm over a joke, sending him straight to the hospital. The guy still hasn’t fully recovered. And me? I’m known as the timid, well-behaved girl. Cowardly, weak, prone to tears. The complete opposite of Julian. As an illegitimate daughter, I had no say in this arranged marriage. The very next day, I was kicked out with my luggage. I had no choice. To maintain my victim persona and gain some leverage, I had to start with Julian. The servants stood trembling on the side. Trying to minimize my presence, I dragged my suitcase slowly under the butler’s signal. But as soon as I reached the stairs, I heard Julian’s furious roar. “You old fossil! How dare you make decisions for me? She’s got guts smaller than a mouse! What’s the use of being pretty?!” “Someone saw her at a party the other day, tripping over nothing and crying on the floor for half an hour. Tsk, I hate crybabies.” “If you’re so obsessed with marriage, go be a matchmaker! The fees alone could boost the family business!” “Fifty is a great age for remarriage. Go get a new wife and have another son so you can stop nagging me!” “Marry her? Ha! Over my dead body!” Julian grabbed the last vase and threw it. It grazed his father’s forehead and smashed at my feet. Startled, I let out a scream. “Ah!” Julian, still fuming, turned around impatiently at the sound. However… I witnessed the volatile, spoiled prince freeze the moment he saw me. A flush spread rapidly from his ears to his neck. Huh? Wasn’t he supposed to hate me? This wasn’t going according to the script. Julian stared at me for a long time, only snapping out of it after his father called him several times. Suddenly blushing, he changed his tune, his voice softening. “Dearest father, marriage isn’t entirely out of the question. How about we set the date for next month—no, next week… actually, let’s just make it tomorrow.” 2 I was assigned the room next to Julian’s. Originally, I was supposed to stay in the guest room on the second floor. But Julian claimed the guest rooms hadn’t been used in ages and might have mice. I lowered my head, pretending to hesitate. Julian lived up to his reputation for being volatile and gloomy. My plan was to make him hate me. That way, I could maintain my pitiful persona and easily sabotage the marriage. But the current turn of events had me confused. Julian didn’t give me a chance to refuse. He picked up my suitcase and carried it upstairs himself. He kept stealing glances at me, muttering, “If you get scared and start crying again, I won’t have time to comfort you…” I stood frozen, looking helplessly at Mr. Thorne senior. He looked equally confused but patted my shoulder, telling me to settle in. Julian was extremely territorial; no one was allowed in his space without permission. This meant only the two of us lived on the fourth floor. He placed my huge suitcase gently on the floor. He wanted to help me unpack, but I stopped him just in time. The suitcase was filled with my personal items. If he saw them, my persona would crumble. My hand accidentally brushed his. It was cool. The next second, Julian spun around, quickly taking off his jacket and tying it around his waist. He cursed under his breath. “F*ck.” Me: “?” Is the prince this innocent? Julian kept his back to me, stiff as a board. I blinked and whispered an apology, sounding like I was about to cry. “I’m sorry.” Sure enough, Julian whipped around, stammering. “Why apologize? I should be the one apologizing. Sorry, sorry, was I too loud just now? Did I scare you? I’ll be quieter next time, please don’t cry…” He bent down, clumsily trying to comfort me. Seeing I stopped tearing up, he asked tentatively. “W-what’s your name again?” “Chloe.” I whispered. This dummy. He didn’t even know his fiancée’s name. I looked up, meeting his nervous gaze. Julian held it for a second before blushing again. 3 Before leaving, Julian left a sticky note with his number, telling me to call him if I needed anything. Watching his expectant look, I hid behind the door and nodded obediently. Once the door closed, my innocent act vanished. I rubbed my sore eyes and tossed the note into the trash. Then I opened my suitcase. I took out my strap dresses, tongue ring, and toys. Finally, I grabbed my tablet, opened my favorite site, and started enjoying some “content.” Meanwhile, Julian’s phone rang as soon as he got back to his room. It wasn’t Chloe, but his best friend, Zack. “Julian, Chloe isn’t as simple as she looks.” “Yeah, she’s got some moves.” “She’s not just a pretty vase. Some guys saw her at a club a few days ago—” Before Zack could finish, Julian cut him off impatiently. “Who the hell allowed you to badmouth Chloe?” “She’s not a vase! She’s clearly… a cute little hamster!” Julian’s ears burned as he spoke. “Forget it, can’t explain it to a single dog like you. Just wait for the wedding invitation!” He hung up. Julian opened his hand. In his palm lay a small sticker. He had secretly swiped it while carrying her luggage. The pattern was unclear. White with some pink. It carried Chloe’s unique gardenia scent. F*ck. Julian cursed himself and headed to the bathroom, turning the shower to the coldest setting. For the first time in his twenty-something years, his heart raced for a girl. There was no sound from next door. Julian pressed his ear against the wall, patiently listening. The air around him smelled strange. He listened to the faint, happy sounds coming from the girl next door. Late at night, still caught in the afterglow, Julian thought to himself: “Love at first sight is actually f*cking real.” 4 Over the next few days, Julian canceled all his plans. He just stayed home obediently. To be precise, he followed me wherever I went. His only private activity was calling people to rush the wedding preparations. I suspected he was possessed. But he justified it by saying: “Cultivating feelings with my fiancée.” Having a tail was annoying. Outwardly, I pretended to be scared, hoping Julian would get bored and kick me out. Preferably with a hefty “emotional damage” fee. To my surprise, instead of getting bored, Julian took me to a gathering. He claimed he wanted his bros to meet their sister-in-law. I stood outside the private room, hesitant to enter. To maintain my good-girl image, I wore a plain white dress with minimal makeup. Completely out of place in a noisy club. “I’m a little scared…” Scared of what? I knew these idle rich kids well. Colorful hairstyles, foul mouths, smoke everywhere. But when the door opened… A dozen guys in suits sat upright on the sofas, glasses of orange juice on the table. The air smelled of fresh gardenias. Everyone was smiling, hair gelled back neatly. It looked less like a club gathering and more like an elementary school assembly. Julian looked even more nervous than I was. “Babe, are you still scared?” I swallowed my prepared excuse and shook my head silently.

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The day I was due to give birth to twins, I bought out every dose of tocolytics in the hospital, forcing my body to delay labor. I held on until the next day, watching Julian Sterling announce that his 10th mistress, Sophia Lin, had given birth to his child first. Her child would be the future heir of Sterling Enterprises. Only then did I let out a breath of relief and give birth to my twins right there. In my past life, Julian was diagnosed with congenital low sperm count. To ensure an heir, he kept ten mistresses and declared that whoever gave birth first, her child would inherit the empire. He told me that if I gave birth first, he would dismiss all the mistresses and let my child inherit everything. I believed him. When I unexpectedly became pregnant with twins, I was overjoyed. But on the day of delivery, I was met not with his smile, but with his rage. Ignoring my screams, he forced the babies back inside me and stitched me up. I watched helplessly as they slowly suffocated within me. He dragged me to a fresh grave and forced me to kowtow until my head bled. “Sophia came from nothing. I just wanted her child to be the heir so no one would dare bully them. But you, you had to try and steal even that.” “She died in childbirth, taking the baby with her. I want you to pay with your life.” I was beaten to death in front of Sophia’s grave. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that day. This time, I’ll let the three of them be a happy family. Chapter 1 I called the nurse and demanded the last injection of tocolytics. Chapter 2 The nurse screamed in protest, “Mrs. Sterling, you must deliver now! Any further delay could be life-threatening!” Before I could speak, Julian’s bodyguards burst in and forcibly dragged me away. The doctors and nurses shouted desperately behind us, “Her heart rate and blood pressure are dropping! Moving her now could cause a massive hemorrhage! It could mean three lives lost!” But the bodyguards turned a deaf ear, roughly dragging me to the press conference. Julian’s mistresses were also brought to the scene, some already visibly pregnant. Then, everyone, including me, was forced to drink a bowl of abortifacient. Screams and wails filled the venue, the stench of blood spreading rapidly. “Even if the wife gives birth, it’s not like us mistresses have a chance. Why make us miscarry?! Ah, it hurts! Help!” I was forced to drink the whole bowl. The labor that had just been halted turned into a hemorrhage. My screams alarmed the other women, who panicked: “Mrs. Sterling was forced to drink it too? She was about to give birth!” “If it’s not her giving birth, then who? Who wants us all dead?” I rolled on the floor in agony, gritting my teeth and shouting, “Call a doctor! Someone’s going to die!” Just then, Sophia Lin, dressed in a white gauze dress, walked in arm-in-arm with Julian. Her face was rosy, showing no signs of having just given birth. Chapter 3 As Julian entered and saw the mistresses lying on the floor, his face changed instantly. Sophia covered her nose and screamed, “Oh my, why have all these sisters miscarried? Who is so cruel as to deny them their children?” Before she finished speaking, Julian glared at me and kicked me hard in the stomach. “You bitch! Taking advantage of my absence to drug them! Your jealousy drove you to kill them and their unborn children!” I couldn’t stand up from the pain. Seeing her standing behind him with a smug look, I gritted my teeth, “I didn’t… it must be her—” “Still denying it?” He roared. “This isn’t the first time you’ve hurt people out of jealousy! This time, I won’t indulge you.” He ordered the bodyguards, “Everyone gives her a slap. Afterward, I’ll send you to the best hospitals and postpartum centers.” The bodyguards pinned me down in the center of the venue, ignoring the blood flowing from my lower body. The girls walked up crying, slapping me with tears in their eyes: “I’m sorry, Mrs. Sterling…” One after another, slap after slap, until my ears rang and my vision blurred. Only after everyone was sent away did Julian satisfy himself by taking the baby from the nanny and leading Sophia to me. He looked at my bloodstained body and face, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. But the next moment, he lifted his chin and said coldly: Chapter 4 “Don’t blame me for letting them hit you. I have to teach you a lesson. Let you know the consequences of jealousy and harming others.” “Just so you don’t think about stealing the heir position from Sophia and her son again.” I trembled and looked up at him. So, I wasn’t the only one reborn. No wonder he immediately blamed me as soon as Sophia spoke. No wonder he said I did this “not for the first time.” Because in the past life, he also wrongly accused me and sentenced me to death for Sophia. My eyes reddened. He said coldly: “Joanna, playing the victim won’t work. Giving birth early won’t help either.” “I’ve already had the doctor induce labor for Sophia. This time she will definitely beat you to it. Whoever gives birth first, their child is the heir. Even if you give birth, it’s useless.” I laughed miserably, clutching my bleeding lower body, and whispered: “I already took the inhibitors to delay labor, making way for your family of three. But why won’t you let me give birth to my children? Why force me to drink that medicine, to kill my babies…” He froze, frowning deeply. “Don’t talk nonsense. Your due date was yesterday. I asked the doctor, you gave birth long ago.” Cold sweat poured down my face. I kept crying in pain, pulling him to look closely at my still swollen belly. He looked disgusted, impatiently shaking off my hand, refusing to look at my stomach. “Stop acting. If you want to prove you didn’t try to harm Sophia, admit at the press conference tomorrow that you couldn’t conceive and asked Sophia to carry the child for you.” “Then transfer all your shares and assets to her and her child, and serve them well in the future.” “If you dare play any tricks or touch a hair on her head, I’ll deal with not just you and the bastard in your belly—your critically ill father won’t be staying in the VIP ward either.” Chapter 5 I stared wide-eyed at Julian, my cries heart-wrenching: “Julian Sterling, you bastard! My father is in a coma because he saved you! How can you threaten me with his life?!” Julian said impatiently, “As long as you serve Sophia during her confinement and take good care of them, I won’t touch him.” With that, he left with his arm around Sophia. “Sophia, thank you for giving me an heir. I’m going to reward you well.” My lower body was hemorrhaging. I begged the bodyguards guarding the venue to take me to the hospital, to save the children in my belly. My mother-in-law rushed in. Seeing the pool of blood and my state covered in foul amniotic fluid, her face turned pale. “Send her to the hospital quickly! If anything happens to my grandchildren, I won’t spare any of you!” I was sent to the hospital, but the doctor was nowhere to be found. My mother-in-law was furious, demanding to know where my assigned doctors were. The nurses said awkwardly: “Mrs. Sterling, all the doctors in the city were called to the Riverside Villa by the CEO. Miss Sophia pricked her finger during a blood test, and Mr. Sterling was afraid of complications, so he ordered all doctors to be on standby.” “Right now… there are no doctors in the city.” My mother-in-law was so angry she kept calling him: “He’s crazy! His wife, whom he begged to marry, is hemorrhaging giving birth to his children, and he calls away all the doctors for a mistress? Does he not care if his wife lives or dies?!” Chapter 6 After the tenth call, Julian finally answered, asking impatiently what she wanted, if I was making trouble again and looking for her support. My mother-in-law shouted excitedly: “Joanna is hemorrhaging and in a coma! The babies are suffering from hypoxia! And you took all her doctors away! Do you want to kill your wife and children?” Julian sneered: “Did Joanna make you call me? She gave birth yesterday, why pretend to be critically ill now?” “Alright, alright, I still have to take birth photos of Sophia and my son. She wants a doctor? I’ll send someone.” My mother-in-law hung up, gripping my hand tightly. “Don’t be afraid, Joanna, the doctor will be here soon.” I clutched my belly, feeling the life inside weakening. Thinking of my past life, my children sewn inside me by Julian, suffocated to death. I trembled all over, pulling my mother-in-law’s hand, speaking with difficulty. “Mother, three years ago, my father went into a coma to save Julian. You promised me you’d treat me like your own daughter, and if Julian mistreated me, you’d help me divorce him.” “I beg you, let me divorce him. I won’t stand in the way of his beloved woman’s son taking power. I just want my children to be born safely.” Chapter 7 My mother-in-law was already in tears, nodding repeatedly. “Although it was to repay your father’s life-saving grace, I only said I’d adopt you as a goddaughter. Confessing and proposing was all Julian’s own doing. He loved you so much, how did it come to this? It’s all that bitch Sophia’s doing. If she hadn’t suddenly appeared, you wouldn’t be like this.” I smiled tragically. Yes, childhood sweethearts, first love, how did it become like this? The man who blushed at his coming-of-age ceremony, saying he’d love me forever and would deserve a thousand cuts if he betrayed me. Now he’s cutting me into a thousand pieces for another woman. “Please, Mrs. Sterling,” I said through gritted teeth, word by word. Listening to my weak pleas, she finally nodded. “Okay! When you got married, I made him sign a divorce agreement just in case you drifted apart, so I could help you get away. I’ll go back and process it urgently right now!” “Tomorrow, I’ll announce that you are my sole heir. As for that ungrateful son, I won’t acknowledge him anymore!” My mother-in-law left immediately to handle the matter. I lay on the hospital bed, pain flooding my abdomen, wailing. The young assistant left by my mother-in-law anxiously waited for the doctor sent by Julian. Finally, someone came. But it wasn’t a doctor, it was a delivery guy. Seeing the bloody scene in the delivery room, he awkwardly handed over a bag. A sanitary pad and a band-aid fell out. “Mr. Sterling said it’s just postpartum lochia, not life-threatening. Tell her to wipe it herself and stop disgusting him with this stuff.” The assistant cried, smashing the bag. “Madam, I’ll take you to a hospital in another city right now. You must hold on.” I wailed continuously, my vision went black, and I finally passed out. Chapter 8 I woke up to a bucket of freezing water dumped on me. Before me was Julian’s disgusted face. “Stop pretending now that you’re awake,” he looked down at me. “You knew I was announcing the heir and Sophia’s status tomorrow, yet you made a scene going to a hospital in the next city. Do you want everyone to think Sophia is bullying you?” Sophia stood behind him holding the baby, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful. “Madam, I know you hate me. But revenge on me is one thing, why did you have your mother-in-law try to take my child?” “The assistant was shouting before being dragged away, saying your mother-in-law went back to process documents to have my child adopted by you, saying I’m not fit to be the heir’s mother…” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only shake my head with all my might, trembling and begging: “I… didn’t… take me to the hospital… the babies… can’t hold on…” “Lying again!” Julian frowned impatiently. “My mom left the hospital in a hurry and brought lawyers to work overnight. Wasn’t that your doing? You think stealing Sophia’s child will secure your position as the heir’s mother?” “Didn’t you give birth yesterday? Why pretend to be critically ill in labor? Trying to trick me into pitying you? Dream on!” My whole body was in agony. The blood below had dried, sticking to my skin, emitting a strong stench. Chapter 9 Sophia covered her mouth and retched, eyes teary: “Sister, you know I can’t stand the smell of blood after giving birth, yet you refuse to clean up. Are you trying to make me faint on purpose?” She cried until her face was pale, shrinking into Julian’s arms, provoking pity. “Look at you now!” Julian looked disgusted. “Like a madwoman, stinking. Such an embarrassment!” He waved his hand, ordering bodyguards to pour bucket after bucket of cold water on me until I was pale and shivering, completely hypothermic, before he told them to stop. Sophia nestled in his arms, crying and begging: “Madam, I beg you, don’t separate me from my child… If you insist on taking my son, I’ll jump out this window!” She acted like she was going to jump, and Julian quickly held her back. Finally furious, he turned around, kicked away my hand grasping his pant leg, and leaned down to shout coldly: “Don’t think you can stay the heir’s mother by manipulating my mom. I’ve already locked down the old mansion. No matter what you plan, it won’t work!” “As for you—I warned you so many times not to bully Sophia and her child, but you wouldn’t listen! Since that’s the case, I have to use special measures.” He turned sharply, ordering the bodyguards coldly: “She drove Sophia to almost jump off a building; she should pay the price. Go, pull her father’s oxygen tube and throw him off the building!” Chapter 10 “Julian Sterling!” I screamed, tearing my throat. “Are you crazy! That’s my father! He saved your life!!” “So what!” Julian sneered. “To force you into a wealthy family, to make your child the future heir of Sterling Enterprises. He schemed to save me, used that favor to force me to marry you. Now you’re married into wealth, and I got you pregnant. If you can’t give birth to my first child, that’s your own uselessness. I’ve repaid my debt. I owe you nothing!” “Do it!” I threw myself at the bodyguards, trying to stop them, but was kicked to the ground. The blood that had dried below suddenly gushed out due to the violent impact, like a burst dam, instantly staining the entire floor red. I screamed in agony, curling into a ball. Julian was about to drag me, but suddenly he saw my high swollen belly exposed by the beating, and then the floor full of crimson. His face turned pale. He subconsciously rushed to my side, held me, and turned to question Sophia. “What’s going on?! I put you in charge of Joanna’s delivery. Didn’t you say she gave birth successfully yesterday and the child was sent to the nursery?!” “Then why is her belly still so big?! Why is she still bleeding!!!” Chapter 11 Sophia’s face changed slightly. But her eyes darted around, and she quickly squeezed out tears, crying as she took out her phone: “Madam did give birth yesterday, the child has been in the nursery.” “I knew Madam would try to make things difficult for me… so I specifically asked the doctor to take a video of the child.” She handed over the phone. On the screen was a baby clearly a month old. The video was crude, obviously fake. But Julian believed it with just a glance. The next second, he furiously lifted me from the ground and slammed me onto the cold, hard floor. The back of my head hit heavily, blood spraying instantly. “You dare lie to me!” He roared. “To make me softhearted, you even faked a belly and blood?! How disgusting, how cheap are you!” “Think I’ll fall for it this time? Dream on!” He lifted his leg and kicked my stomach mercilessly, again and again. Blood and screams splashed with every impact. “Ah… no… don’t…” I begged with a torn throat, but my body grew colder and stiffer. Until I had no strength left to beg, I could only curl up in my own pool of blood, trembling silently. He threw off his bloodstained jacket, turning to Sophia with an apologetic face. “Sorry, Sophia, for making you smell this disgusting scent. I’ll deal with her. After that, I’ll take you to an island for our honeymoon, as compensation for wrongfully blaming you, okay?”

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Before college applications were due, the most popular girl in our class, who claimed to be the daughter of the richest man in the city, suddenly announced she could get everyone into Ivy League schools. “My parents donated several buildings to those schools. Getting you guys in is a piece of cake.” Most of my classmates’ grades were far from Ivy League standards, but they believed her and gave up on applying, relying on her connections to get them into college. In my past life, I realized her promises were unreliable and immediately urged them not to give up on applications, advising them to have a backup plan. I even called their parents one by one. But this only angered her. She mocked me for being poor and not understanding how the upper class works, accusing me of ruining everyone’s future. My boyfriend also raged at me: “I think you’re just jealous that Bella is rich. You can’t stand the thought of us all going to Ivy Leagues. So what if your grades are good? A lifetime of effort can’t catch up to three generations of accumulation!” For the sake of our three years as classmates, I didn’t hold it against them. Before the deadline, seeing they still hadn’t applied, I called the police and exposed her fake identity. She was condemned by everyone and, in despair, jumped into the river. My classmates said she deserved it and thanked me for saving their futures. But at the graduation dinner, my boyfriend poisoned my drink. The entire class watched coldly as I struggled in pain. “At worst, we wouldn’t go to college. But Bella lost her life!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she claimed she could get us in through the back door. Chapter 1 In the private room of the restaurant, after I was poisoned to death, my boyfriend, Tyler, was still not satisfied. He took my phone and contacted my parents. Hearing something happened to me, my parents rushed to the restaurant without a second thought. Seeing me lying on the ground, bleeding from my eyes, nose, and mouth, they cried until they couldn’t breathe. Tyler and other classmates helped them sit down: “Uncle, Auntie, don’t get too excited. The ambulance is on its way. Drink some water first.” My parents didn’t suspect anything and drank the water they offered. But soon, they felt a sharp pain in their chests, followed by vomiting a large amount of blood. At this moment, they finally revealed their true faces: “Your precious daughter was poisoned by us too. She killed Bella, so she must go to hell to atone for her sins!” “You two old things can go down and accompany your daughter too. If you want to blame someone, blame Sarah for her vicious heart that dragged you down.” My family of three died on the spot. My soul floated in the air, wishing I could take them with me, but I was powerless. But the next second, a familiar voice rang in my ears: “Wow, Bella, your family driver dropped you off in a Rolls-Royce again today.” I stood in the corner of the classroom, looking at everything in disbelief, finally realizing that I had been reborn. “No, that’s my dad, not the family driver.” This made everyone even more excited: “Oh my god, your dad treats you so well, dropping you off personally even when he’s so busy.” Bella smiled, accepting it by default, but I knew everything she said was a lie. Thinking of the pain before my death in my past life, I looked at her with hatred. Perhaps sensing my unfriendly gaze, Bella looked at me: “Sarah, your grades are so good, you don’t need my help to get into an Ivy League, right?” I withdrew my gaze, about to speak, when Tyler interrupted: “Bella, don’t worry about her. Look at her poor appearance. Even if she gets in, she can’t afford it. She should just go to community college.” “Yeah, she probably can’t even pay tuition. Even if Bella is kind enough to get you into an Ivy League, you won’t have money to live in the city. Bella can’t take care of you forever.” At this moment, my classmates firmly believed Bella’s words, thinking she could definitely get them into Ivy League schools through the back door. Last night, I checked my scores; they were above the cutoff, so as long as I didn’t mess up the application, I would definitely get in. Hearing this, Bella’s eyes lit up: “Actually, my family often does charity to help poor students. If you kneel and kowtow to me now, I can pay for your college.” I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to punch her: “No need. Things obtained by force that don’t belong to you will eventually backfire.” Bella’s expression froze, then she immediately squeezed out a few tears: “I’m doing this for your own good. After all, if you go to an Ivy League, maybe your destiny will change in the future. If you don’t appreciate it, forget it.” Seeing her like this, Tyler immediately stepped forward and kicked my knee: “Sarah, don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Bella willing to sponsor you is a blessing you earned over eight lifetimes. Hurry up and kowtow to thank her!” “Yeah, what’s the use of saving face when you’re this poor? Can dignity be eaten?” My leg hurt, but I held on and didn’t kneel, just glaring at him hatefully. So many eyes were watching me, waiting to see me kneel humbly. “No need. Although my family is poor, we have money for school. Besides, there are student loans. There’s always a way to survive.” “As for you, trying to get in through the back door with insufficient scores, be careful not to outsmart yourselves.” Chapter 2 Tyler and I met at school. Because my grades were among the best in the class, I often tutored him, and we gradually developed feelings. We had agreed that even if we couldn’t go to the same university, we would be in the same city. But everything changed after Bella transferred to our class in senior year. After her high-profile transfer, Bella started flaunting her wealth non-stop, revealing to classmates that she was the daughter of the richest man in the city. School was just for show; her future path was already paved. Not only that, she also gave luxury goods to classmates to show off her financial power. Now most of the class started fawning over this rich girl, including Tyler. Bella gave Tyler the latest gaming console. Since then, Tyler became addicted to games, and his mock exam scores got worse and worse. I saw it and was anxious, advising him to put down the games for a while and focus on studying. He could play all he wanted after the exams. But he didn’t listen to me at all, instead blaming me for disturbing his game: “Do you know how expensive this console is? Enough to buy your life! Get lost.” In my past life, I couldn’t bear to see him fall, so I meddled and told the teacher. Thinking back now, I was really stupid. People like this deserve to rot! “Hahahaha, dying of laughter. Sarah, you’re too naive. Do you understand the rules of high society? Getting into an Ivy League is just a word from the richest man.” Tyler laughed as if he heard something funny. Other classmates laughed along, the classroom filled with a cheerful atmosphere. “Exactly, three generations of business beat your ten years of hard study.” “What’s the use of good grades? You’ll just work for others after graduation.” “Bottom-feeders like you will never understand. What you fight for your whole life might just be a word from the richest man.” I smiled. Some of what they said was true, but only if Bella was really the richest man’s daughter. “Then I wish you all success,” I said. After speaking, I strode out of the school. After walking a block, I got into a Rolls-Royce on the side of the road. The car took me all the way to the villa area. Back home, my parents were waiting for me. “Baby, Mom knew you could do it. Look at the gift Mom prepared for you, do you like it?” My mom took out a box and placed it in front of me. Inside was a large diamond necklace, sparkling dazzlingly under the light. “This is a property deed for an apartment near the university. You can commute directly, no need to squeeze into dorms with other students.” My dad placed a property deed in front of me, his expression full of relief. Looking at my living parents, tears burst from my eyes. Fortunately, fortunately, everything was still in time. Chapter 3 Seeing me cry, my parents immediately asked with concern what happened. I looked at the servants at home and wiped my tears: “Let’s go to the study and talk slowly.” In the study, I told them everything that happened today. Hearing the name Bella Huang, my parents were stunned for a few seconds. “Is Bella Huang Old Huang’s daughter?” My mom reacted first. Among our servants, only one had the surname Huang, and that was my dad’s driver. That’s right, Bella was not the richest man’s daughter at all. Her dad was just one of my dad’s several drivers. My dad had several drivers. Bella’s dad had been here the shortest time, so he hadn’t seen me. Shortly after he arrived, he asked my dad about his daughter wanting to transfer schools. Seeing that he was diligent and honest, my dad helped him out and let Bella transfer to our school. Unexpectedly, he raised an ungrateful wretch. “Bastard, I’ll fire him right now!” My dad was so angry he swore. I quickly stopped him. Exposing their father-daughter identity now would undoubtedly alert them. Moreover, what they did was more than just faking their identity. “They dare to bully my daughter like this, they must pay the price!” My mom said firmly. I nodded and told them my plan. After finishing, my mom patted my shoulder: “Alright, stop talking about these unhappy things. Now that the scores are out, hurry up and fill in your application. But if you don’t want to go to college in the country, it’s fine. Mom has contacted schools abroad for you.” Last night, the Ivy League admission scores were released. I was thirty points above the line, safe. I immediately told my homeroom teacher the good news and indirectly asked about others’ scores. It was difficult for others to get into Ivy Leagues, but getting into a good university was decent. As for Tyler and Bella, their scores were at most enough for community college. I opened my computer, filled in my application, chatted with my parents for a while, and went to sleep. Early the next morning, the homeroom teacher posted a lot of notices about filling out applications in the class group chat, telling students not to miss the deadline, otherwise they would have to repeat the year. No one spoke in the group, but in another group without the teacher, they were mocking the teacher for being old-fashioned. They didn’t need to fill out applications at all; Bella would solve everything for them. Bella posted a photo of a foreign attraction in the group a while later. “I’m abroad right now. Don’t worry, I’ve talked to my dad. Just wait for your acceptance letters.” Now the group was boiling again, everyone kissing Bella’s ass. I silently exited the group. Anyway, I finished my application, booked my flight, and was ready to travel abroad. Chapter 4 Soon it was the deadline day. I was sleeping in the hotel when my mom called. “Baby, the deadline is tonight. Log in to your account again, don’t let anything go wrong. I saw on the news yesterday that a kid’s application was changed to community college by a relative last year. Check it quickly.” I didn’t tell anyone my account and password, so it shouldn’t be changed, but I took out my computer to be safe. But when I logged in, I was dumbfounded. The Ivy League university I originally filled in had somehow turned into an unknown vocational school. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. I couldn’t help thanking my mom. I immediately changed the application back and called my parents. They were both startled but calmed down quickly, instructing me to change my password and tell no one. A while later, my dad sent an IP address. Seeing it, I immediately understood. Sure enough, it was that bastard Tyler trying to drag me down. Most of my passwords were related to my birthday. He probably guessed my password and changed my application. Fortunately, my mom was one step ahead and changed it back in time. Although I was abroad now, I wished I could fly back immediately and kill that bitch. I didn’t want to go anywhere that day, so I stared at the website in the hotel until the deadline, afraid of problems again. When the deadline arrived, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. But before I could relax, my phone rang. Bella sent me two photos. One was a screenshot of my application. “Since you can’t afford an Ivy League anyway, I helped you change it to a community college. Low tuition, perfect for a poor ghost like you.” The other was a photo of her and Tyler kissing. “Have to thank Tyler too. If not for him, I wouldn’t know your password.” I just glanced at it and immediately blocked her. Anyway, I changed my application back, and these people wouldn’t be smug for long. Getting into an Ivy League was a big deal. The day before picking up the acceptance letter, the homeroom teacher notified me to pick it up at school the next day so they could share the glory. I did as told. When I arrived at school, I found many people there. “What are you doing here? Today is for Ivy League acceptance letters. Community college ones won’t come until next month.” A burst of malicious laughter erupted from the crowd. “Forget it, let her stay. Let her see what an Ivy League acceptance letter looks like. She probably only has this one chance in her life to see one.” Listening to their ridicule, my heart was calm. After all, the truth would be revealed soon. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: “The letters are here!” Students looked outside and saw the homeroom teacher walking towards us with an acceptance letter. “Why only one? Didn’t our whole class get into Ivy Leagues?” Tyler rushed up first: “Why only one letter, teacher? Where are the rest? Too many to carry? I’ll help you.” Although holding an Ivy League acceptance letter, the teacher’s expression was very ugly: “What’s wrong with you guys? I asked the leadership, you weren’t admitted at all!”

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