Author: Momo Chan

At an exclusive charity auction packed with the city’s elite, my intimate photos were the surprise lot. My childhood friend, Julian, wanting to amuse his date, egged his friends on to bid against me, driving the price sky-high. Desperate, I called my other childhood friend, Liam, for help. But during the intermission, I overheard their phone call. “Brilliant move, getting those photos while Lily was drunk. Now that we have leverage, let’s see if she dares to bully Sarah again.” “I didn’t take them. I hired someone.” It turned out that two months ago, when I was kidnapped and tortured for three days, it wasn’t random. It was them, manufacturing blackmail material for Sarah’s sake. “Anyway, it’s just some photos. No big deal. When Lily calls you for help later, make sure you put on a good show. Don’t blow it.” I smiled bitterly, put my phone back in my purse, and returned to the auction hall. When the auctioneer asked if I wanted to continue bidding, I glanced at Julian. “I fold.” I give up everything. I don’t want anything anymore. Chapter 1 My words wiped the smirk off Julian’s face. He never expected me to give up. “Lily, do you have no shame? You’re just going to let strangers buy your nudes?” I looked at him, pain etching my features. “Weren’t you the one who put them up for auction?” Julian choked on his words, then exploded in anger. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who was loose and reckless, getting yourself photographed like that. How dare you blame me?” Sarah, clinging to his arm, chimed in indignantly. “Lily, Julian has been so good to you. How can you slander him?” Her teary-eyed act made Julian’s heart melt. I couldn’t stand their hypocrisy anymore. I turned and walked away. My phone buzzed incessantly in my bag. It was Liam. Liam, are you in such a hurry to join Julian in destroying me? Chapter 2 I answered the call outside the auction hall. “Lily, I heard everything. Why didn’t you call me? I would have helped you.” Liam didn’t know what just happened. He was still playing his part. I spoke coldly. “How?” Liam, immersed in his role, missed my tone. “I’ll get the photos back for you, don’t worry.” “But, you know, Julian and I owe Sarah’s mother a life debt. We just want to repay her kindness.” I knew. They always talked about how, when they were kidnapped as kids, Sarah’s mother died saving them. Since then, they treated Sarah like royalty. Whenever it was a choice between me and Sarah, I had to be the one to yield. They always talked about repaying the debt, over and over again. Leaving me no choice but to sacrifice. I had worked hard to earn a spot at a prestigious research institute, my ticket to a life away from them. But Sarah wanted it. She pressured them to make me give up the only spot available this year. When I refused, they used this tactic. Maybe I really shouldn’t stay by their side anymore. Liam was still talking. “Just give that institute spot to her. With me around, you can have whatever else you want.” I touched the necklace my mother gave me before she died. I remembered her telling me not to blame Julian and Liam. She said she didn’t regret taking a bullet for them because she knew they would take care of me forever. I fought back the tremble in my voice. “Okay. I promise.” Liam hung up quickly, excited. I wiped away my tears. I sent a text. “Professor Moore, I’ll take the field assignment. I’ll leave with you on Saturday.” Chapter 3 I was packing my room when Julian and Sarah came back. Seeing me packing, Julian sneered. “I thought you actually had a backbone and were leaving. Turns out you’re thick-skinned enough to turn down the job just to leech off us.” He thought I was unpacking. Sarah laughed, hugging Julian’s arm. “Oh, Julian, don’t be mean. Lily has just loved you since childhood. She wants to be near you.” Julian looked disgusted. “Being loved by a desperate stray dog isn’t exactly something to brag about.” I didn’t understand why Julian was being so cruel. “How did I offend you?” Julian paused. He didn’t understand either. It was the plan he and Liam agreed on. But the fact that I called Liam for help instead of him really pissed him off. “Am I wrong? You lived off my family since you were a kid. Now you want to leave just to sleep around?” He got more agitated, kicking over a box at the foot of my bed. Contents spilled everywhere. Plushies, trinkets—all gifts from him and Liam. “Tch, I thought you were actually tough. Leaving but still trying to take this junk.” He was focused on humiliating me. He didn’t see the “Donation/Trash” label on the box. Sarah rolled her eyes at me, then cooed at Julian. “Liam already booked a table. Let’s get changed and go, don’t make him wait.” Julian patted her head affectionately. Sarah blushed, then turned to me. “Lily, don’t misunderstand. They’re just celebrating my new job at the institute. There’s nothing else going on.” Julian glanced at me. Seeing no reaction, he got impatient. “Why waste breath on her? A jobless loser. She’ll be begging us for money soon enough.” They left without another word. Chapter 4 The next day, while finalizing paperwork, I ran into a future colleague, Mark. Seeing my documents, he was surprised. “I thought you wouldn’t go. I’m glad you accepted.” The field assignment was grueling. I had hesitated before because I couldn’t let go of my childhood bonds. But now, I had to be responsible for myself. I went to the institute to discuss some details with Professor Moore. At the gate, I ran into them. Liam looked surprised to see me. “Lily, didn’t you promise not to come here?” I didn’t want trouble. “Professor Moore was good to me. I wanted to apologize in person.” But Sarah wouldn’t let it go. “The institute only takes one person this year. Not just any cat or dog can get in. I already met with Professor Moore.” She waved the acceptance packet in her hand. Mark couldn’t stand her attitude. “The institute looks at character as well as ability.” Sarah blushed instantly. Liam looked unhappy. “Lily, when did you meet someone like this? Make him apologize to Sarah.” I spoke expressionlessly. “This is Mark, a senior researcher and one of the project leads.” Hearing this, Sarah immediately put on a smile. “So it’s Senior Mark. Hello, I’m Sarah. I’ll be your junior colleague soon.” Mark ignored her and led me away. Sarah stomped her foot in anger. Liam watched my back thoughtfully. He slowly took out his phone. “The plan stands. But make it fast. I want those photos all over the internet in half an hour.”

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The year I was most desperate with hunger, I latched onto the tattooed guy downstairs. Whenever my stomach growled, I’d throw things down to his patio to lure him up. He’d storm up, knife in hand, kicking my door and cursing. Through the iron gate, I’d clutch his pant leg, tears in my eyes: “Brother, I’m hungry.” Later, I survived by charming him into feeding me. But just when I finally had food and warmth, he said he wanted to die. The thought of going hungry again made me panic. I cried and begged him: “Brother, can you wait until I grow up before you die?” Chapter 1 My dad was a delinquent with bleached hair; my mom was a party girl. They were just kids themselves when they had me. The first time I remember meeting them was at my grandma’s funeral. I was crying so hard I almost passed out. My so-called father, cigarette dangling from his lips, frowned at six-year-old me: “Is this damn kid really mine? Why does she look like she was picked out of a dumpster?” Mom blew smoke rings while scrolling on her phone. “Genetic mutation, obviously. With my looks, how else could I birth such a piglet?” They covered their noses in disgust, standing ten feet away. Neither wanted to take me home. They agreed to leave me in Grandma’s old apartment. When they dragged me to the door, I struggled with everything I had. Seeing me throw a tantrum, they whipped out a belt, tied me up, and beat me. When my face swelled up, I finally stopped crying. Satisfied, they clapped their hands and laughed at me: “Haha, look at her, she looks just like Peppa Pig!” They ransacked Grandma’s house, leaving only a box of nearly expired instant noodles. And a box of crackers half-eaten by mice. I watched helplessly as they locked the heavy iron gate and left, chatting and laughing. I squatted in the dark room, feeling like my whole world had gone black. I lived alone in despair and fear for half a month. Even after I finished all the food, they didn’t come back. I was so hungry I gnawed off a corner of the wooden table. Still, no one came. It was an old apartment complex, mostly empty. No one heard my cries. I couldn’t open the gate, and I couldn’t reach the balcony. In my desperation, I remembered the tattooed guy downstairs. He looked fierce, but I hoped he wouldn’t just watch me die. Crying, I started throwing things down to his patio. Hoping he’d have mercy and come save me. I threw trash for three days straight before someone finally banged on my door. Faint with hunger, I used all my strength to pull open the heavy wooden inner door. But outside the iron security gate, Jax looked terrifying. He slammed his hand on the gate, revealing an arm full of tattoos. The smell of alcohol hit me hard. His eyes were cold as frost, filled with a ruthless determination, like a trapped beast ready to attack. He shouted into the room: “Are you sick?! Why do you keep throwing shit into my yard?!” Not seeing me on the floor, he yelled again: “Where are you? Get out here!” Weakly, I reached out a dirty little hand and grabbed his pant leg. Jax jumped a mile. He cursed: “Are you a ghost?! Let go of me!” He looked down and finally saw my filthy hand. His next words came out an octave lower: “Kid?” “Cough, don’t think being a kid lets you be a jerk!” “Who taught you to throw stuff downstairs?” “Call your parents out here!” Watching Jax’s mouth move, I wasn’t angry or scared. My brain was filled with thoughts of food. Even his face started looking like a giant roast chicken. I wanted to take a bite. Where would I get parents? After Grandma died, I became a stray with parents who birthed but didn’t raise me, about to starve to death. Forgetting to cry, I summoned all my strength to call him: “Brother, I’m hungry.” He froze for a few seconds, then crouched down. Finally, he saw my face and met my eyes. I didn’t know how scary I looked. I only knew Jax stared at me for a few seconds, his pupils dilating. Then he bolted like an arrow. It was over. He wouldn’t save me. In that moment, despair turned everything black. I thought I was going to starve to death! Chapter 2 When Jax came back up, I was leaning against the wall, too weak to speak. He kicked the iron gate and yelled: “Hey kid! Here!” He shoved a box of takeout and a bottle of milk through the bars. He warned me: “Eat this and stop throwing stuff, you hear?” I couldn’t answer. I grabbed the food and lay on the floor, wolfing it down like a starving puppy. When I looked up again, Jax was gone. I wiped my mouth, thinking innocently. Even though he’s fierce, he’s a good person. Grandma told me to find a good man to marry when I grow up. I thought. I swear. When I grow up, I’m going to marry him. … The next day, hungry again, I threw stuff downstairs. This time, Jax came up fast. He had crackers in his left hand and a fruit knife in his right. Banging on the gate, he shoved the crackers through, gritting his teeth: “Didn’t I warn you not to throw stuff?!” Then he shouted inside: “Where are the adults? Can’t you control your kid?!” “Throw one more thing and I won’t be polite!” Hearing no response, he crouched down to watch me stuff crackers into my mouth. “If you don’t want to die, don’t make so much noise that others can’t die in peace, okay?!” he hissed. I didn’t understand what he meant. Didn’t know who wanted to die. Through the gate, I looked up and saw the menacing tattoos on his arm. Strange, looking at those tattoos didn’t scare me. instead, I felt wronged. Tears fell pat-pat. Twitching my mouth, I answered him: “No adults. I’m a stray with parents who don’t want me.” “I didn’t want to throw stuff and bother you, but I’m hungry…” He clearly froze. Through the iron gate, he was silent for a long time. After a while, he kicked the gate hard, click, lit a cigarette. He leaned against the wall without speaking, smoking one after another. From inside, I could only see him crushing cigarette butts with his foot. After a pile of butts accumulated, he grabbed his own hair with both hands, pulling out a handful. He stared coldly at me through the crack, a flicker of anger in his eyes: “Don’t call yourself a stray!” I stayed silent, confused. Grandma died. I was a stray nobody wanted. … On the third day, before I could throw anything, Jax came up. This time, no food. He brought a sledgehammer. Clang clang. He smashed the lock open and called me: “Kid, come with me.” So I carefully followed him downstairs. It was the first time I saw Jax clearly. He was tall, thin, handsome, and aloof. But his beautiful eyes were cold and distant, unfocused, filled with a chilling aura. As if… he couldn’t see the light anymore. Chapter 3 This was an old, run-down neighborhood. Everyone was moving out; rarely did anyone move in. The day Jax moved in, a crowd followed him, pulling at him desperately. But the boy was stubborn. No one could move him. Those people stood there cursing him, throwing rotten eggs, screaming the ugliest, most vicious words in the world. Jax just stood there, a faint, cold sneer on his lips. It was the middle of summer, but that smile made you feel like it was deep winter. I didn’t understand what they were yelling, but Grandma was still alive then. She said: “Another poor child like you. Misery loves company.” I understood that part. So when I was starving, I thought this brother named Jax would save me. Because Grandma said we were in the same boat. Sure enough, he saved me and brought me to his home. I thought Jax’s home would be messy and broken like mine. But it wasn’t messy. It barely had anything in it. So empty it didn’t look like anyone lived there. Curious, I looked around, nervously twisting the hem of my shirt. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Annie.” “Where are the adults?” I lowered my head, silent. But seeing he wasn’t angry, I relaxed. After a long time, he pointed at a table full of food and drink: “Annie, I’m treating you. Eat and drink your fill, then do me a favor, okay?” I looked up and nodded vigorously. The smell of food scrambled my thoughts. I didn’t care what favor he needed. After stuffing myself, I let down all my guards. How was this brother aloof? He was warm enough to fill my stomach! I wiped my mouth and grinned: “Brother, you’re a good person. I’ll marry you when I grow up!” Hearing this, he suddenly choked. He turned away and coughed for a long time, his face and neck turning red. Ten minutes later, he calmed down and turned back. Putting a finger to his lips, he shushed me, saying word by word coldly: “I. Am. Not. A. Good. Person!” He was like a robot, emotionless, expressionless. I didn’t argue, but secretly challenged him in my heart. I think you’re good, so I’m gonna marry you! After I burped a few times, he handed me his phone blankly. He said: “Know how to make a call?” “Yes.” I nodded. Grandma taught me. I was skilled. I had called 911 for Grandma many times. Jax took me to the bathroom, pointed at the bathtub, and said: “Later, I’ll lie in there. The water will turn red, and I’ll slowly fall asleep.” “When I’m completely asleep and stop moving, call 911 for the police. Understand?” “Yes.” I blinked and nodded firmly. Of course I understood. Grandma taught me many times before she left. She taught me how to call while telling me not to cry. So the day Grandma fell asleep, I was very good. I watched Grandma stop moving, her face turning from red to white to grey. I dialed the number skillfully, recited the address I memorized. Didn’t cry, didn’t fuss, just waited quietly by Grandma’s side. Until people took Grandma away. Seeing me answer obediently, Jax added: “Don’t be scared. When the police come, they’ll take you to a place where you can eat your fill every day.” I said okay, but secretly called him a liar. Grandma said the same thing. And? I almost starved to death! Hmph! While I was sulking, Jax started running the water. He stared blankly as the tub filled. After a while, he forced a smile and said: “I really am a bad person.” When he got into the tub, I moved a stool to sit by the door. He ordered me to turn around and not look. My body turned, but my eyes couldn’t help peeking back. I saw him make a cut, revealing a smile of relief. I saw the bright red in the tub bloom like a flower. Catching me peeking, he asked: “Aren’t you scared?” I wasn’t scared. I had seen Grandma die. Back then, I didn’t know what death meant. Until Grandma was covered with a white sheet and taken away, and people held me back from seeing her, I realized. Death means never seeing them again. I asked him: “Brother, are you going to die?” He paused: “Kid, do you know what dying is?” “I know,” I said. “Grandma was like you, then she died…” “Then people carried her away!” I lowered my head, not describing the rest. I wasn’t scared, but I was afraid saying it would scare him. I asked again: “You have food every day, why do you want to die?” “I’m going to marry you when I grow up, why do you have to die?” “I don’t care, this time I won’t let anyone carry you away!” I felt that as long as he wasn’t carried away, he would wake up eventually! As I said this, his lips started turning white. The water in the tub got redder. He had no strength to chat anymore, just gave a weak laugh: “Dead is dead, of course I’ll be carried away…” “Turn around, don’t look…” It hit me then. If he gets carried away, who will feed me? Thinking of starving again, I started crying. I walked over and grabbed his hand, trying to hold his bleeding arm high. Watching the blood flow down my arm, I cried louder. “Brother, can you wait until I grow up before you die?” Chapter 4 My tears fell pat-pat onto his pale face. He struggled to open his eyes halfway, his voice weak and broken as he squeezed out two sentences. He said: “Why the fuck… didn’t you call… earlier?” “Tell them… ambulance… can… you?” Yes, I can! I called ambulances for Grandma all the time. I was better at that than calling the police! With trembling fingers, I dialed 911, reported the address. Secretly praising my own smarts. The ambulance came fast. I skillfully grabbed his phone and got in the vehicle. In the ambulance, the medic asked me what happened. I tilted my head and thought for a few seconds: “Guess he died halfway and changed his mind.” Probably realized he was useful again, I thought. Looking at him motionless on the stretcher, I cursed him for being an idiot. With a full belly every day, still wanting to die. Big idiot! During resuscitation, the doctor needed family. I used his thumb to unlock his phone and dialed the number that called him most often. My calm familiarity stunned the doctors and nurses. They praised me for being amazing. I hopped onto a chair, swinging my legs, silent. What they thought was amazing was actually exchanged for countless resuscitations with Grandma. The first time, I cried my lungs out, lost. Later, I knew the process better than the new nurse. While Jax was being saved, a crowd arrived. Their first sentence was always: “Is he dead?” “Need a signature to stop resuscitation? I’ll sign!” They pestered the nurse, claiming to be Jax’s relatives, all willing to sign to stop treatment. The nurse rolled her eyes. “He’s not dead yet!” Learning I called the ambulance, they came to harass me. “Where did this little bastard come from? Who told you to call an ambulance!” “Meddling little brat!” “I’m telling you, if he doesn’t die, you’re in trouble!” Me: “…” Dizzy from their shoving, arm hurting, I regretted making that call. I stayed silent, just glaring at them. They huddled together cursing, insulting Jax’s whole family. From their words, I pieced it together. They were Jax’s uncle, aunt, and other relatives. All hoping Jax would die so they could split his inheritance. I understood instantly. Everyone wants Jax dead. Only I want him alive. Luckily, Jax was saved. The crowd was disappointed, slapping their thighs: “How did he not die?!” But entering the ward, they changed faces, surrounding Jax with fake concern. Jax hid under the covers, ignoring them. They talked about their hardships, how they were broke. Everyone trying to get money from Jax. No one cared if he was in pain or hungry. In that moment, I felt he was pitiful and stupid. I squeezed through the crowd, spreading my small arms by Jax’s bed. “You’re all bad people! Go away!” “Brother, they wanted you dead just now! They said if you die, the money is theirs!” Instantly, silence. Jax pulled down the covers, looking lifeless, eyes full of impatience and disgust. I said: “Big idiot, they want you dead, so you shouldn’t die!” The crowd reacted and started pulling me. “Where did this little liar come from, talking nonsense!” If they didn’t pull me, fine. But pulling me? I threw a tantrum, wailing loudly: “Help! Child abuse! They’re hitting a kid!” My wailing got them kicked out directly. Leaving, each glared at me, muttering “little bastard.” Only Jax laughed. He smiled miserably, face pale as a sheet, eyes dull. Looking so pitiful! I took his arm, wrapped in layers of gauze with blood seeping through, and asked: “Does it hurt?” I thought it would hurt a lot, but he rasped: “Hurts my ass.” Me: “…” He let me hold his hand, lifting his chin and blinking hard. When I peeked, a tear still leaked from the corner of his eye. I wiped it away, smiled, and scolded him like an adult: “Hmph, still tough talking.” “Okay, okay, stop crying.” “And don’t die.” “Live! Live well! Die after you give me all the money!” I said through gritted teeth. The next moment, a helpless laugh escaped his lips. Good, his furrowed brow relaxed. He poked my forehead: “Kid, young but full of schemes!”

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I was pregnant with the villain’s child. He only married me to protect the heroine. To avoid his cruelty, I gave birth and ran away. Years later, I was flirting with a cute guy at my bar. Suddenly, the bar was raided. A group of men surrounded me. A sophisticated man smiled darkly and patted the child next to him. “Go on, say hi to Mommy.” Chapter 1 The bar was packed for an event tonight. Everyone greeted me as “Boss Lady” when I walked in. A guy in a white shirt sat at the bar, looking lost. I approached him. Rescuing cute, lost boys is a hobby of mine. I bought him a drink. He looked away shyly. We chatted a bit. He blushed easily. He said he just graduated and was having trouble finding a job. Perfect. My bar needed good-looking staff. “Want a job? I guarantee you’ll make more here than anywhere else.” My bar was popular with wealthy ladies. Tips were great. He looked surprised. Just as we were about to exchange numbers, a commotion erupted at the entrance. Before I could react, a fleet of black SUVs surrounded the bar. Bodyguards in suits blocked the door. I thought the police were raiding the place. But when I saw the license plate on the lead car, my blood ran cold. I hit the panic button and ran for the back door. As soon as I opened the alley door, a familiar figure was leaning against a car, playing with a vintage metal lighter. “Chloe, you run every time, but you never get any faster.” Julian Sterling looked up slowly. His smile was faint, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold. Chapter 2 Since high school, I knew I was living in a novel. I was the vicious side character. In the future, I would be obsessed with the male lead, Liam, and constantly cause trouble. I would hurt the heroine, Sophia, ruining her piano career. The villain, Julian, would hate me and marry me just to torture me. I would end up paralyzed in a mental hospital for the rest of my life. After realizing this, I tried my best to get Liam and Sophia together. Julian hated me for it. We accidentally slept together, and I got pregnant. Even after marrying me, Julian remained gloomy and hateful. If I hadn’t been pregnant, he probably would have tortured me according to the plot. Four years ago, I planned my escape on the day I gave birth. In the delivery room, the baby’s cry was my signal to freedom. Chapter 3 I ran for so long. I never thought Julian would find me. Customers scattered. The cute college grad shielded me. “Is he bothering you? Don’t be scared, I’ll call the police.” I smiled bitterly and stopped him. Useless. No one dared to cross Julian Sterling. Julian stared at us, his gaze dropping several degrees. A little boy stepped out of the stretch limo. His eyes were too calm for a child his age. Julian patted his shoulder. “Go on, say hi to Mommy.” “…” The mini-Julian hesitated for a few seconds before walking up to me. He didn’t speak, just quietly observed me. Is this my baby? He’s so big now. In an instant, mixed emotions flooded me, and I wanted to cry. The guy next to me stared in shock. “You have a kid?” “She has a husband, too,” Julian said coldly. The guy met Julian’s dark gaze and instantly shut up, trembling. Chapter 4 Julian took me away. Through the car window, he glared at the staff in my bar. “Chloe, you’re something else. Abandoning your child to run away and keep a harem of men?” His icy stare felt like it could freeze me to death. I gulped. “Julian, let me go. I won’t bother you ever again.” Back in school, I tore up his love letter to force him and Sophia together. He held a grudge for six years. He glanced at me. “Too early to beg.” He loved torturing his prey. He used to lock me in his villa, cutting off all contact with my friends. I never wanted to live that suffocating life again. The car started. The scenery blurred past. I looked at him in panic. “Julian, I’m not going back. My… my daughter is waiting for me at home.” His eyes sharpened. He grabbed me in disbelief. “We aren’t even divorced yet, and you have a child with another man?” Chapter 5 Julian was furious. He took me back to his hillside villa in New York and locked me up. My son, Leo, didn’t speak the whole way. At home, he just quietly played with blocks, occasionally glancing at me. Soon, Julian’s assistant brought Lily over. Lily is my daughter. Seeing me, she ran over with red eyes. “Mommy, who are they? I’m scared.” Julian looked at the little girl who resembled me and frowned. “How old is she?” “…Three.” I lied. Actually, I had twins four years ago. But to escape easily, I could only take one. I took the girl. Social news taught me girls need to be close to their moms. I was fostered by my uncle as a child and bullied by my cousins. That’s why I was obsessed with the male lead’s kindness. Later, I realized I didn’t love him; I just craved the warmth he once offered. Julian’s eyes were frosty. “Less than a year after leaving me, you found someone new? Chloe, you’ve got guts.” Lily shrank into my arms, terrified of the cold man. She whispered, “Mommy, let’s go. I want Uncle Ben.” “Shh, we’ll leave in a couple of days.” I comforted her. The man across from us looked ready to kill.

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On a slow-paced variety show, my sister cried, feeling wronged: “When we were little, my mom favored my sister. She could eat candy, but I couldn’t.” “Once, I ate a piece of candy, and my sister immediately dug it out of my mouth and threw it away. My mom even spanked me for it.” I made an indescribable face: “You ate rat poison.” She grabbed two strawberries and stuffed them into her mouth, arguing logically: “What about strawberries? Mom only let you eat them. I couldn’t even touch them. Isn’t that favoritism?” My eyes widened in horror: “You’re allergic to strawberries!” Suddenly, the netizens who were fighting for her justice fell silent. [Wait, what…] [Chloe: Dear God, please distinguish the loyal from the treacherous! I’m not the evil sister!] [Zoey only remembers the hurt her family caused her, but never mentions the hurt she caused her family.] 1 When I received the call from my sister, Zoey, I had just finished filming a period detective drama and was lying on the sofa playing video games. “Sis, want to go on a trip together?” I refused without thinking. “No, I’m exhausted.” “A travel variety show invited me. I heard your favorite singer is going too~” Hearing this, I sat up abruptly and asked eagerly, “When does filming start?” “In three days.” 2 “Travel With You” is a live-streamed travel variety show. This season invited four groups of guests. Me and my sister Zoey, singer Julian and his dad, idol Luna and her mom, actress Vera and her best friend Mia. Soon, the day of filming arrived. When Zoey and I dragged our luggage to the B&B, the comments on the big screen in front were scrolling frantically. [So Chloe is the evil sister who bullied Zoey!] [Appearances can indeed be deceiving. Chloe looks gentle and harmless on the surface, but she’s actually so vicious.] [Can Chloe just leave? I want to puke when I see her face.] I was confused. When did I become the evil sister? While the others hadn’t arrived yet, I took out my phone and opened Twitter. At a glance, I saw the eye-catching hashtags on the trending list. #Zoey’sSisterIsEvil trending #ZoeyLowEQ trending Clicking into the hashtags, I realized the program team had released a teaser last night. In the video, the host asked Zoey: “Why did you choose to bring your sister on this show?” She pondered for a moment: “If I didn’t bring her, she would definitely kill me.” The comments section exploded. [Omg, Zoey’s sister is too evil.] [She has no shame just to get famous, forcing her sister to bring her on a variety show.] [Zoey’s EQ is worrying. Even if she was threatened, she shouldn’t have said it directly on the show!] [With Zoey saying this, her sister will definitely be scolded to death.] Why do people always overanalyze? My sister clearly said it in an exaggerated, humorous tone, but it was maliciously misinterpreted by netizens. Don’t I know what kind of person she is? Kind-hearted, intelligence unknown. She simply couldn’t say such insinuating words. Looking at the abuse in the comments section, I sighed lightly. We sisters were set up. 3 Just as I put away my phone, the second group of guests arrived. It was Julian and his dad. Julian was tall and slender, wearing a white slim-fit shirt and black suit pants. I pretended to be calm and went up to greet them. “Hello, Uncle.” “Hello, Julian. I’m a fan.” After speaking, I realized something was wrong. Just as I was about to correct myself, Julian got emotional and interrupted, “I’m not your fan!” So he believed the online rumors too and thought I was evil. My heart tightened suddenly, and the smile on my face froze instantly. Netizens in the live broadcast room gloated. [Get lost, evil sister! A has-been trying to leech off popularity, how shameless!] [Lol, Julian completely denied her the chance to leech.] [Who understands? Chloe’s smile froze. It feels so good to watch!] The next second, Julian clenched his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and added: “I’ve been your fan for years.” I smiled faintly and said nothing. The comments scrolled rapidly. [Am I mistaken? Julian has been Chloe’s fan for years?] [Julian is a decent person in the industry, taking the initiative to help the evil sister out of an awkward situation.] Soon, the remaining two groups arrived. After a brief self-introduction, the program team arranged an ice-breaking game—Never Have I Ever. The game had two rounds. The group with the higher total score would choose their room first. The first round was me, Julian, Mia, and Luna. Julian said first: “I’ve sung OSTs for many TV dramas.” A wipeout right off the bat. The guests bent a finger without hesitation. Next was Mia. A shallow smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: “I was bullied by a college classmate.” The three of us bent a finger one after another. Mia smiled at me meaningfully: “Of course you haven’t been bullied.” I was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of my lips and said: “That’s right, I’m lucky. Everyone I’ve met has been sincere and warm.” The others looked at her with distress. “That person was too bad.” “Seeing how cheerful and smiley you are now, I can’t tell at all that you were once bullied. You’re amazing.” “It’s all in the past. I wish you the best of luck in the future, walking only on flowery paths.” [My heart aches for Mia smiling while telling those painful past events. Luckily, the hard times are over!] [Why do I feel Mia’s tone towards Chloe was weird? She seemed to imply that Chloe hadn’t been bullied, but bullied others instead.] [Me too! I thought I was the only one who felt that way.] [I just checked, they went to the same college! Bold guess, the person who bullied Mia wouldn’t be Chloe, right?] 4 It was my turn. Looking at the three upright fingers, my competitive spirit rose. I racked my brain and said: “I haven’t skipped a class since I was little.” Everyone blushed slightly and bent a finger somewhat embarrassedly. Luna was incredulous: “!” “Sis, you didn’t even skip class in college?” I shook my head. She continued to ask: “Not even the easy electives?” “No.” “You win.” [Pure passerby here, I don’t see Chloe being evil at all. She looks like an honest person!] [Stop trying to whitewash Chloe, fans upstairs. It’s solid proof.] The last one was Luna. “I’m an only child.” Except for Julian, we resignedly bent a finger. Luna’s mom suddenly spoke up: “Luna, I have a question that has troubled me for a long time. Why did you always choose your dad when I asked you who you loved more as a child? Did I do something wrong?” Luna thought carefully: “Because back then I felt Dad spoiled me more. He took my last name, so why didn’t you take my last name?” Luna’s mom: “…” [Hahaha, even celebrities can’t avoid being asked whether they love mom or dad more as children.] [Luna has such a unique brain circuit.] [I’m different. I’ve been a master of balance since I was little. Dad asked, I chose Dad. Mom asked, I chose Mom.] Envy almost overflowed from Zoey’s eyes. “It’s so good to be an only child, having the whole family’s love.” Luna said gently: “Each has its pros and cons. Only children don’t have to worry about parents’ favoritism, but having a sister is so nice! Being crazy together, and having someone to confide in about things you dare not tell your parents.” Unexpectedly, these words triggered Zoey’s sadness. She cried aggrievedly: “When we were little, my mom favored my sister a bit. She could eat candy, but I couldn’t.” “Once, I ate a piece of candy, and my sister immediately dug it out of my mouth and threw it away. My mom even spanked me for it.” Luna’s eyes widened. She glanced at my expression and said to Zoey: “Can you say this on the show? Are you not going home anymore?” I made an indescribable face: “You ate rat poison.”

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The day before the SATs, Ethan, my childhood friend, met a party girl named Bella at a bar. She invited him to celebrate his 18th birthday with her. Ethan, who usually prioritized his studies above all else, surprisingly agreed. Earlier that day, I had accidentally overheard Bella talking to her friend in the restroom: “Tonight, I’m going to make sure Ethan has the time of his life! He won’t even make it to the SATs tomorrow!” So, in my past life, when Ethan mentioned his plans, I tried desperately to stop him. But all I got in return was his mockery: “Maya, Bella planned this party for my 18th birthday. Just because you’re a coward who won’t celebrate with me doesn’t mean you can stop me from pursuing my happiness.” For the sake of his future, I ignored his insults and secretly told his parents. That night, Ethan’s parents locked him in his room and personally escorted him to the exam center the next day. Ethan got into an Ivy League school as he wished. But Bella, because her plan failed, got drunk and was assaulted by strangers. Unable to bear the trauma, she jumped from the 33rd floor and died instantly. When Ethan heard the news, he broke down completely. He invited me to his house, pretended to make amends, and then drugged me to create compromising evidence. After I left, he called the police and accused me of sexual assault. My future was ruined. My parents, unable to withstand the cyberbullying, committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning at home. Ethan stood outside my house, coldly recording my parents’ dying moments. He brought the recording to visit me in prison. “Maya, I want your whole family to pay for Bella’s life!” The shock gave me a heart attack, and I died in prison… When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the SATs. I looked at Ethan, who was chatting excitedly about his birthday party tonight, and smiled. In this life, I’ll let him do whatever he wants… Chapter 1 “Maya, what’s with that attitude?! Can you not be so sensitive just because there’s a girl around me?!” The familiar voice snapped me back to reality. I looked down at my hands, free of handcuffs, and then at Ethan, who was pointing at me… I was really reborn! In my past life, today was the day I stopped Ethan from going out with Bella to celebrate his 18th birthday. Ethan got into his dream school, but Bella died tragically. After hearing the news, Ethan pretended to be nice, lured me to his house, stripped off his clothes, filmed a video, and posted it online. Then he called the police, accusing me of assault. I was thrown in jail. My parents, hounded by cyberbullies, committed suicide. Ethan stood outside our door, filming their death throes with a smile, then left. The next day, he visited me in prison, played the video, and screamed at me: “Maya, if you hadn’t stopped me, Bella wouldn’t have died! My grades were always perfect. Even if I went out with Bella the night before, I would have still gotten into an Ivy! You selfish bitch! Bella died for nothing, and I want your whole family to pay!” He knew I had a congenital heart condition. So, the moment I saw the video and my heart gave out, I saw the smile lingering on his lips… The chilling memory made my face pale. “Come on, Ethan, you have to understand Maya. She’s the top student, too scared to go out and have fun. It’s normal for her to be jealous that Bella gets to go out with you…” Ethan’s friend’s words pulled me back. Ethan looked at me with a sneer, then patted his friend’s shoulder proudly: “Bella said she prepared a huge surprise for my 18th birthday tonight. I’m really looking forward to it. Celebrating with such a beautiful girl… I’m sure I’ll perform even better tomorrow…” I laughed inwardly. This morning, I overheard Bella and her friend talking in the restroom: “I’m going to play with Ethan all night tonight. Don’t disturb us!” “He has the SATs tomorrow! Don’t go too crazy!” “SATs? Once he’s my man, he won’t be taking any exams. If he goes to college, he’ll forget about me…” It was because of this conversation that I tried so hard to stop Ethan. This wasn’t a birthday celebration; it was a trap to ruin his life… But Ethan didn’t know good from bad. Thinking of this, I looked up at the smug Ethan and smiled. “Go ahead, Ethan. I also believe that with a beauty like Bella accompanying you tonight, you’ll definitely perform beyond expectations tomorrow.” Chapter 2 Ethan was stunned for a moment by my response. But the thought of his upcoming date quickly brought a smile back to his face. Thinking about preparing for tomorrow’s exam, I picked up my backpack to leave. But as soon as I stood up, Ethan’s friends pushed me back into the chair. Ethan looked at me coldly, snatching my phone and exam admission ticket. “Trying to leave? I bet you’re going to tattle to my parents! I’ll keep these safe for you. I’ll give them back at the exam center tomorrow! If you dare go to my parents, don’t even think about taking the SATs tomorrow!” I looked at Ethan helplessly. “Ethan, you know how important this exam is to me. I promise not to tell your parents, but please don’t joke with my future, okay?” Whether Ethan could make it to the exam center tomorrow was a big question. I couldn’t leave my admission ticket with him. Seeing that Ethan had no intention of returning it, I rushed forward and grabbed the ticket still in his hand. My voice was colder than ever before. “Ethan, give it back.” “Ooh, the top student is angry! Ethan, you were right. Look at her, she’s definitely going to snitch! Don’t give it back!” Ethan’s grip, which had loosened slightly, tightened again at his friends’ jeering. I was frantic, my voice pleading. “Ethan, please don’t do this. You know how important this is…” Seeing me on the verge of tears, Ethan’s hand loosened a bit. But just as I was about to grab the ticket, his friends chimed in again. “Ethan! Think about your date with Bella! Don’t let her ruin it!” Ethan’s eyes changed instantly. He yanked his hand back hard! Rip… My admission ticket tore in half… The friends who had been cheering him on suddenly went pale. Tears that had been welling up in my eyes finally fell. A wave of despair and helplessness washed over me. Reborn, yet I still lost my future… Ethan’s face turned green and white. After a moment, he threw the torn pieces at me. “Maya, it’s your fault for trying to stop my date with Bella! You made me do this!” With that, he grabbed his friends and ran off like a madman. As the classroom door closed, I heard laughter from the hallway. “Ethan, Maya really is your doormat. You tore her ticket and she didn’t even say anything!” “Meh, she’s just weak. Not like Bella, so bold and free…” Ethan’s words pierced my heart like a needle. My tolerance for him was mistaken for weakness… Ethan and I had studied together since middle school. Going to a top university together was our promise for the future. But ever since Ethan met Bella outside of school, everything changed. It seemed Ethan no longer wanted a shared future with me. Thinking of this, I threw the torn ticket into the trash can and knocked on my homeroom teacher’s office door. “Mrs. Davis, I’ve thought about the early admission offer from State University. I think it suits me better…” Mrs. Davis looked delighted. “Good! You shouldn’t have given it up. The physics lab at State U will let you shine.” Back home, my parents were relieved to hear I didn’t need to take the SATs. They had been worried about me giving up a guaranteed spot for Ethan. Now, things had worked out as they wished… Chapter 3 Just after dinner, there was an urgent knock on the door. I opened it to find Ethan’s parents, looking anxious. “Maya, do you know where Ethan went? He sent us a message and then stopped answering calls. He has the SATs tomorrow, where could he have gone?” My mom looked at me too. “Maya, you’re usually with Ethan…” “Auntie, I don’t know.” I interrupted my mom and looked at Ethan’s mother. “Maya, do you know where he usually goes?” I forced an awkward smile. “Auntie, I really don’t know…” Ethan’s mom, getting no leads, shook her head and left helplessly. As soon as the door closed, my dad poked his head out. “Had a fight with Ethan? You really don’t know where he is?” I smiled at my dad and went back to my room. Of course I wouldn’t tell. Let him enjoy his wonderful night with Bella! My mom was the head of the Parent-Teacher Association, so she dragged me and Dad to volunteer at the exam center early in the morning. As soon as we arrived, we saw Ethan’s anxious parents. Seeing me, they rushed over. Mrs. Davis followed closely behind. “Maya, Ethan didn’t come home all night. Weren’t you together at school yesterday? Did he tell you where he was going?!” Mrs. Davis also asked, “Maya, you know how important this exam is to Ethan. It’s about to start, and he’s nowhere to be found. Think hard, where could he be?” Looking at Ethan’s frantic parents, I felt a pang of sympathy. But the image of my parents’ tragic death in my past life flashed in my mind. I gritted my teeth and looked up at them. “I really don’t know…” Mrs. Davis sighed and patted Ethan’s mom on the shoulder. “Maya is a good kid, maybe she really doesn’t know. Let’s try to find him another way…” But I knew they wouldn’t find him… Bella didn’t want Ethan to take the exam. Ethan was probably passed out in some hotel room right now… Sure enough, the exam started, and Ethan didn’t show up… Ethan’s parents were ordinary working-class people. To let Ethan focus on his studies, his mom quit her job to take care of him full-time. His dad worked three jobs, sleeping only three hours a day. They worked hard for over a decade to lift Ethan to this point. But the obedient, sensible Ethan disappeared right before the exam… The moment the exam center gates closed, Ethan’s mom collapsed, wailing in despair… “Mom…” Finally, just as the first exam was ending, a pale, staggering Ethan appeared at the gate. His mom sprang up from the ground and rushed towards him, slapping him across the face. “You bastard! Where the hell have you been…?!” I was cooling off with my parents nearby. Just as I was about to stand up, Ethan spoke. “Mom, it was Maya! Yesterday at school, she confessed her feelings to me. When I rejected her, she held a grudge, drugged me, and took me to a hotel. I just woke up! Maya ruined my life…” Chapter 4 I stood frozen in place. Before I could react, Ethan’s parents charged towards me. Ethan obviously didn’t expect me to be there. Seeing me, he quickly lowered his head. Remembering my parents’ tragic end in my past life, I quickly stepped in front of them. Ethan’s dad’s fist landed heavily on my face. “Animal! Just because Ethan rejected you, you ruined him?! Do you know how much our family sacrificed for today?!” I tried to explain, but his dad was too emotional. Before I could speak, he kicked me to the ground. That punch seemed to use all his strength. I felt my nose break, blood gushing out instantly. My eyes, nose, and mouth were covered in sticky blood. Seeing me hurt, my dad rushed forward like a madman. But before he reached me, he was kicked down by Ethan’s dad. Ethan’s dad had done manual labor for years; he was incredibly strong. “A pair of animals! I’ll kill you both today! You ruined Ethan’s future! Don’t think you’ll have a good life either!” More and more parents gathered around. Many of them knew about Ethan’s academic performance. Hearing that he missed the exam because of my revenge, they were furious. They rushed forward, raining punches and kicks on me and my dad. “Like father, like daughter! We’ll teach you a lesson today! Bad from a young age, you’ll be a cancer to society when you grow up!” “Ethan’s dad, hit them hard! If you kill them, we’ll testify for you!” Enduring the severe pain, I looked at Ethan in the crowd. His crying face had turned into a smug smile. The last bit of affection I had for him vanished completely. I finally realized that this Ethan was no longer the boy who chased after me day and night asking for help with math problems. In that case, there was no need to save his dignity! I mustered my last bit of strength, took out my phone, found the video Bella sent me last night, and pressed play. I turned the volume up to the max…

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1 The doctor suddenly called me into her office to discuss my daughter’s condition. My daughter is only seventeen, but she has been battling cancer for three years. After entering the office, I noticed a man in a suit sitting there as well. As soon as I walked in, they locked the door. The doctor said to me, “I’m sorry, but we misdiagnosed her three years ago. Your daughter doesn’t have cancer.” “She has osteosarcoma. Because of the previous incorrect treatment, it has progressed significantly, and she needs an amputation.” “I formally apologize to you, but what’s done is done. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sorry.” I stared blankly at the doctor. Three years. To treat my daughter’s cancer, she dropped out of school, I sold our house, and we spent all our savings. My husband slept only four hours a day, working two jobs just to keep her safe. Overworked and exhausted, he fell ill and died young, leaving us, mother and daughter, to depend on each other. My daughter used to be a beautiful girl. Now she is skeletal, her hair has fallen out, and she weighs only seventy pounds. We kept fighting the cancer, ruining our family for it, dreaming only of the day she would be healthy again. But now they tell me it was just a misdiagnosis. There was no cancer at all. Seeing my silence, the doctor continued, “Ma’am, osteosarcoma is easily misdiagnosed. If you look it up, you’ll see it’s one of the most commonly misdiagnosed diseases.” I asked, “Did you call me here to discuss compensation?” She shook her head, “We don’t plan to compensate.” I was stunned. She continued, “The hospital’s idea is that we won’t refund the medical fees for the past three years of cancer treatment. Since you’ll need money for follow-up treatment anyway, we’ll keep it as a balance on our medical card. Is that okay?” I still didn’t speak, feeling the world spin around me. She handed me a contract, asking me to review it and sign if there were no issues. Every line of the contract was predatory. Party A will not refund cash to Party B, only refunding the $830,000 balance to the medical card, which Party B cannot withdraw. Until Party B’s treatment is completed, at which point any remaining balance will be refunded or additional costs charged. Party B promises not to pursue this matter further, not to publicize it on any internet platform, and to waive all civil litigation rights. The doctor said, “Although we didn’t pay compensation and only gave you the medical card balance, we are also taking a loss. It’s like we bore the cost of the past three years of medical fees.” I said agitatedly, “But that was your misdiagnosis! That treatment wasn’t needed in the first place!” She asked, “Is there any point in saying that? Are we not already taking a loss to cover it?” I couldn’t understand their logic at all. 2 My family fought cancer for three years, until we were destitute. Now they won’t pay a cent in compensation, won’t even refund the medical fees, forcing me to keep the money in their hospital to treat the osteosarcoma, and claiming they are the ones taking a loss! I asked the doctor, “If you hadn’t misdiagnosed her three years ago, if we hadn’t wasted these three years, would my daughter still need an amputation?” The doctor sighed, “Why do you have to bring up these hypotheticals? Do you want me to feel guilty? The problem is, I already feel very guilty. I said, what’s done is done, and I can’t change it.” Fate is so tragic. I had been hoping for my daughter to beat cancer, only to be told she never had it, and now she has to lose a leg because of it. I sniffled and asked, “Is there any way to save her leg?” The doctor said, “No, it has progressed too far. Amputation is the best option.” I couldn’t help but say, “I want to take her to another hospital. I don’t accept your plan, and I don’t feel safe letting you continue treating her.” The doctor got anxious. She said, “Why don’t you understand! Amputation is the best option now. Even if you go to New York or Boston, their treatment plan will be amputation! We’ve already covered the cost of three years of cancer treatment. What exactly are you trying to do by saying this? Are you trying to raise the price?” Her sudden agitation left me at a loss. My daughter was misdiagnosed, yet the doctor was acting more emotional than anyone. She suddenly wiped away tears and said, “Do you know? The hospital leadership has already talked to me. If you don’t sign, I will be fired. But even if you sign, the leadership won’t give me any promotion opportunities anymore. I’ve also lost my future. Let’s just let each other go.” I looked at the crying doctor, feeling the irony of the world. She kept saying she was guilty, but all she cared about was her own career. Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw a message from my daughter. She asked, “Mom, are you done talking to the doctor? I finished my checkup.” Looking at the message, I wanted to cry. 3 How do I tell her that her cancer is gone, but she has to lose a leg forever? I wiped away my tears and said, “I don’t want to treat her here anymore. No matter what you say, I want to take her to a major hospital. I want to save her leg.” The doctor panicked. She suddenly stood up, slammed a checkup report in front of me, and shouted at me agitatedly, “You can’t save it! Don’t you just want more money? Look for yourself, it has already metastasized to her lungs!” I stared blankly at the report she suddenly produced, but I couldn’t read it. Because this was the first time I had heard of this disease. But I gathered from her words that amputation wasn’t the end. I asked, “Is her life in danger? Will she die even if she loses a leg?” The doctor said, “Yes. If you cooperate and sign the contract now, we can provide life-saving follow-up treatment.” I stood up. She misdiagnosed my daughter, allowing it to progress to amputation and life-threatening danger. Then she started threatening me with my daughter’s life, saying this was the best choice. At this moment, I was even more certain that I wanted to change hospitals. But just as I stood up, the man suddenly leaned in, grabbed my shoulder, and pressed me down. Forced back into the chair, the man sighed and said, “I understand you care about your child, but sit down first. Let me talk to you.” I turned around, looking at him in shock. I asked, “Are you forcing me to sign?” The atmosphere suddenly became very serious. The doctor glanced at me and said, “Sign it, and there won’t be so much trouble. This is for your daughter’s good. I’ll go out for a bit, you think it over.” She said to let me think, but after she left and locked the door, only I and this man remained in the room. He sat in the seat the doctor had just occupied, adjusted his suit, and said to me, “Let me introduce myself. I am the hospital’s lawyer. My last name is King.” I whispered, “Hiring a lawyer to talk to me, do you really think you can win the lawsuit?” Lawyer King shook his head and said, “Impossible. We will definitely lose this lawsuit, but you must accept the hospital’s conditions.” I looked at him, confused. Since he knew the hospital would definitely lose, why did he want me to accept? 4 Lawyer King said, “The hospital conservatively estimates that if treatment starts immediately, your daughter will live for about two more years, and there is even a possibility of full recovery. I admit your daughter was not in mortal danger initially, and all of this was caused by the hospital’s incorrect treatment over the past three years.” My heart sank. He looked full of confidence. But what was the basis of his confidence? Lawyer King said, “If you accept the hospital’s conditions, we will start follow-up treatment immediately. But if you don’t accept, as far as I know, your family really can’t scrape together any money. Without money for treatment, your daughter might not live for a year.” I instinctively said, “I can make the hospital pay compensation, and then take the child to a big city for treatment.” The lawyer asked, “And what if we appeal?” I stared at him blankly. He shrugged and said, “Civil disputes are very slow. We’ll drag it out for six months first. After the court ruling comes down, we’ll appeal if we’re dissatisfied, dragging you for another three months. When the ruling comes down again, we’ll delay the payment for a while.” I said excitedly, “Aren’t you bullying people?” He nodded, “Ma’am, you’re right, we are bullying you. But we are legal. Even if we drag it out until your daughter dies, we haven’t broken the law.” Lawyer King suddenly took out his phone, placed it in front of me, and dialed 911 on the keypad. He said, “You can call the police if you’re not convinced. It doesn’t matter. Even if the police come, I can say openly in front of them that I intend to drag this out until your daughter dies, because we haven’t broken the law.” Listening to his words, I felt the world spinning. My daughter doesn’t have much time left, all because of them. But not only did they have no guilt, they used this fact as a weapon to cut deep into my heart. Sitting in the chair, I felt a helpless despair spread throughout my body, making it hard to even breathe. Lawyer King said, “How about this, you don’t need to rush to sign. Go talk to your daughter first, and feel free to ask anyone for advice. Ma’am, I advise you, the law is fair, but the law is often too late.” He patted my shoulder and sent me out of the office. I stood at the hospital entrance in a daze, my head full of the words spoken by Lawyer King and the doctor. I took out my phone and searched for the contact information of many doctors and lawyers. Those doctors told me that if osteosarcoma has metastasized to the lungs, treatment must be immediate, as life is already in danger. 5 Those lawyers asked me first if there was any way to raise money to get through the immediate crisis. After knowing that I really couldn’t raise the money, they told me that now it’s either money or my daughter. Just as Lawyer King said. The hospital pushed us to a dead end, and then took advantage of our lack of retreat to bully us to their heart’s content. Legal murder. What an ironic term. I wanted to cry, but I held it back. Because I saw my daughter, Sunny, waiting for me on a stone pier by the road with two bowls of fried rice from a cheap takeout place. Thinking I hadn’t arrived yet, she opened both bowls and carefully moved the eggs from her bowl to mine. Since my husband died from overwork, she was always afraid that one day I wouldn’t be able to hold on either. She always secretly gave me the nutritious food, lying that she had already eaten. With my husband gone, this family of mother and daughter needed a pillar. I didn’t want my daughter to see me cry. She held the bowl, her thin hands trembling. My daughter used to be such a beautiful girl, but now she is skeletal, finding it difficult even to hold a bowl of rice. When she noticed me walking over, she quickly arranged the two bowls of rice, handed me the one with more eggs, and said to me with a smile, “I’ve already eaten half.” I took the rice, held back the urge to cry, and sat beside her. Sunny rubbed her aching leg, smiled and said to me, “Mom, my birthday is coming up.” I looked at her expectant little face and asked, “What do you want?” She said, “I want a hoverboard. I checked online, it only costs three hundred dollars. My leg always hurts, so that would make it easier to get around, and it can take me to work.” Sunny took out her cheap smartphone. The screen was cracked in several places, but she couldn’t bear to replace it. She pointed at the hoverboard on the screen, full of anticipation. Holding the bowl, I couldn’t stop my tears from falling.

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When my older sister was fourteen, she was adopted by the Sterling family, the wealthiest in New York City. The village girl transformed into a wealthy heiress overnight. In the first year after she left, she secretly sent me a letter and a box of books. In the letter, she told me to study hard and come find her outside the mountains. She said the world outside was wonderful, that she was living well with the Sterlings, and that I shouldn’t worry. After that, I lost all contact with my sister. I never received another letter. Years later, I was admitted to a university in NYC to find her, only to discover that the Sterling family had no adopted daughter. Later, I dated a boy named Julian Sterling, the beloved only son of the family. When he was drunk one night, Julian told me a secret. He actually had an older brother who died in an accident before he turned eighteen. His parents bought a girl with a compatible horoscope to keep his brother company in the afterlife. 1 When the Sterlings drove their luxury car to our shack, my sister and I were chopping wood in the mountains. Our parents hurriedly called us back. They wanted to adopt my sister, take her to the big city to live in a mansion. My sister seemed unwilling. She pulled me in front of them. “Adopt my sister instead. She’s more obedient and prettier than me.” They didn’t even glance at me. Instead, they reached out and patted my sister’s head, smiling faintly. “We want you.” Dad pushed my sister toward the house. “Jasmine, go pack your things.” I wiped away tears secretly. I saw them hand my parents a check for a hundred thousand dollars. Their only condition was that we were never to contact my sister again. My parents took the check, grinning ear to ear. “Why are you selling my sister!” To me, this wasn’t adoption; it was selling their daughter! Dad heard me and kicked me viciously. “What does a brat like you know!” “She’s lucky to be chosen by rich people. Isn’t it good to be a wealthy young lady in the city?!” I wiped the tears from the corner of my eye and thought about it seriously. It seemed Dad was right. Being a rich daughter was better than suffering in these mountains, unloved by parents. The Sterlings looked at the meager belongings my sister packed, frowning slightly in distaste. “We’ll replace everything with new things.” My sister got into their luxury car. She rolled down the window, reaching out reluctantly to hold my hand, tears in her eyes. I pulled a half-finished woven bracelet from my pocket and put it on her wrist. “Sister, this is for you. I haven’t finished it yet. I wanted to give it to you for your birthday, but I might not have the chance now.” I choked up, big tears rolling down my face. The car started. My sister stuck her head out and shouted to me, “Violet! Study hard!” After that sentence, she seemed to say something else. But the car drove too fast, kicking up a tail of dust. The noise of the engine drowned out what she said after “study hard.” I didn’t hear her last words. 2 Two months after she left, my sister sent a large cardboard box to my school. Inside were many books, several new sets of underwear and tank tops that fit me, a letter, and a jasmine-scented sachet. Violet, I am doing very well at the Sterlings’. Don’t worry. I bought you many books you’ll need for your studies. Remember to wash the clothes before wearing them. I finished the bracelet you gave me. It’s beautiful, and I like it very much. I wear it all the time. I made the jasmine sachet myself from fresh jasmine flowers here. Smell the jasmine scent and pretend I am by your side. New York is beautiful, with tall buildings and endless traffic. The world outside the mountains is even more exciting than in the books. Violet, study hard. Get into college and come find me. I miss you so much. I looked at the letter written in my sister’s handwriting, tears falling onto the paper. I brought the jasmine sachet to my nose and took a deep breath. It smelled so good. It smelled like my sister. Every year around this time, my sister would pick fresh jasmine flowers, dry them, and make sachets for me. This year, she didn’t forget. 3 After my sister left, life at home didn’t improve with that hundred thousand dollars. Dad gambled it all away. He said he could turn one hundred thousand into two hundred thousand and buy a bigger house. But the gambling addiction grew stronger. Dad was possessed. In the end, he lost every penny and owed money to loan sharks. Debt collectors came to the door, threatening to break Dad’s legs if he didn’t pay. Mom ran away that night without taking me. The next day, Dad found Mom gone and flew into a rage. Before I went to school, Dad said to me, “Come home early today.” The way he looked at me was strange. I shuddered, feeling terrified. After school that day, I didn’t listen to Dad. Instead, I hid in an internet cafe next to the school and stayed there all night. I didn’t know until the police called my teacher the next day that Dad was dead. Debt collectors had attacked him. He collapsed at home and died from blood loss. I didn’t know why Dad insisted I come home that day, but thinking back, I still felt a lingering fear. With no other relatives, I became an orphan overnight. The school learned of my situation and contacted child services. I was placed in foster care, my expenses covered by the state. That year, I was ten. 4 Since that last package, I never received any news from my sister again. I waited day and night, but there was nothing. Did she really cut all ties with me? I missed her so much. I wondered if the Sterlings treated her well, if she was happy there. 5 Time passed quickly in the system. No one wanted to adopt a ten-year-old girl. I stayed until I turned eighteen. I finished high school successfully. All the colleges I applied to were in New York City. I wanted to find my sister. After all, she was my only family now. I had searched for the Sterling family online, trying to find information about my sister, but I couldn’t find anything related to their family members. It made sense. Children of such families were kept private. My sister must be very beautiful now. She should have graduated college. I wondered if she would recognize me. When the results came out, I was admitted to NYU. I stroked my acceptance letter repeatedly, my eyes getting wet. I thought my sister would be proud of me. 6 I embarked on the journey to New York with anticipation. It was my first time leaving the small town at the foot of the mountains where I had lived for over a decade. The joy and nervousness along the way were hard to hide. But the moment I stepped onto the land of New York, I suddenly felt lost and worried. Would she welcome me if I just showed up like this? After all, she had a new family. New York was truly beautiful. The endless prosperity was all in my eyes. My sister was right. The world outside the mountains was even more wonderful than in the books. 7 Starting college was busy. Various chores took up my time, and I hadn’t had a chance to find my sister yet. Of course, the main reason was that I was avoiding it. After thinking for a long time, I decided to ask around first to understand her current situation secretly, and then reunite with her when the time was right. The Sterlings were the richest family in New York. I thought information about them should be easy to find. But to my shock, when I asked my roommate, a local New Yorker, she told me: “Daughter? The Sterling Group doesn’t have a daughter.” I didn’t believe it and continued to ask, “Not biological, maybe an adopted daughter?” My roommate, Sarah, laughed. “Oh please, they have a biological son. Why would they adopt someone else’s child?” “So the Sterlings only have one child?” Sarah nodded, then quickly shook her head. “No, more than one.” My eyes lit up hearing this. “There was another son, but rumor has it he was sent abroad ten years ago and never came back. People say he’s illegitimate.” My hopeful gaze fell instantly. Eight years ago, the couple who came to adopt my sister were indeed the Sterlings. But I asked many people indirectly later, and the answer was always the same: The Sterling family never adopted a girl. Where did my sister go? She wrote to me saying she was living well with the Sterlings. She couldn’t have been lying to me. I still didn’t believe it. Surely they just kept the adopted child out of the public eye. 8 I continued to inquire about my sister, even though I found nothing. It was Sarah’s birthday. She treated us roommates to dinner, and afterward, they wanted to go clubbing. I didn’t want to go initially, having no interest in such places, but I couldn’t resist them dragging me along. “Come on, Violet. You’re in college now; you should try new things. Once you go to a club, you’ll want to go again.” My roommates were dancing excitedly on the floor. I sat on the side drinking juice, feeling awkward. Sarah suddenly sat next to me, pointing to a booth in a corner of the club. She whispered in my ear, “See that man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a drink?” I followed her gaze. In the dim corner, the faint light couldn’t hide the man’s exquisite face and extraordinary temperament. “Yeah, I see him. He’s handsome.” I nodded. Sarah continued, “That’s Julian Sterling, the only son of the Sterling family.” The Sterlings? Hearing this, I perked up instantly. I stared at Julian for a long time. Sarah jumped back onto the dance floor, while I stood up and walked toward Julian.

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Everyone in our social circle knows that my greatest hobby, as the heiress of the Sterling family, is keeping a “fish pond”—a collection of suitors. Liam, the illegitimate son of the rival Thorne family, fell in love with me at first sight. He willingly became the “other man,” shamelessly pursuing me, nearly losing his life in the process, until he finally won me over. But three years later, right before our wedding, he told me he couldn’t marry me. I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why?” He was silent for a moment. “I think… I don’t love you anymore.” I nodded calmly. “That’s your problem. Deal with it yourself.” I’m not unlovable. Three years ago, you were the one who begged to be the only fish in my pond. Now you want to just swim away? Life isn’t that easy. 1 I am the only daughter of the Sterling family. The reason I’m an “only” child is because my father is a deeply affectionate scumbag. Affectionate because he loved my mother so much he couldn’t bear to see her suffer through childbirth again, so he got a vasectomy after I was born. A scumbag because he always believed that loving his wife and having affairs were two different things. The one at home is to be cherished and pampered. The ones outside are just for fun, disposable. But my mother didn’t see it that way. In her eyes, a husband could be messy, lazy, even complain about her spending or temper. But he could never be unfaithful. No matter how rich he was. She couldn’t tolerate it. So, when I was ten, she died of a broken heart. My father poured all his guilt and love onto me. He was terrified I would repeat my mother’s tragedy. So, he encouraged me to “keep a fish pond.” He taught me how to judge men, how to distinguish quality. He told me men are a necessary part of life—even if not for intimacy, someone needs to change lightbulbs or move heavy furniture. But never pin all your hopes on one person. The world is big, the variety of fish is endless. Within moral limits, taste them all. However, he repeatedly warned me: once you decide to marry, only one fish can remain in the pond. Because marriage is sacred. It means “until death do us part.” So, cherish it. He said this with eyes full of sorrow—a regret he could never repay in a lifetime. Of course, that didn’t stop him from keeping his own fish pond. 2 Liam Thorne was the fish I decided to keep. He wasn’t the most dazzling one in my pond, but he was the most persistent. Others came and went. I’d wave my hand, and they’d swim away. Only him—he dove in and refused to leave. Even if I fished him out, he’d swim back desperately. When he pursued me, my heart was set on a prettier fish. He didn’t mind being the spare tire. Later, when I lost interest in that fish and looked at him for the first time, he was ecstatic. But my interest waned quickly. Soon, I was attracted to a new variety. He was hurt but never left, like a stone guarding the bottom of the pond, silent and resolute. Unknowingly, he became the longest-resident fish in my pond. Until that car accident. In a life-or-death moment, he threw himself over me. People are easily moved by “life and death” devotion. My heart softened, fluttered, and moved. I, who never believed in deep affection, actually considered clearing out my pond for him. Later, we got engaged. That night, Liam got drunk and hugged the fish tank in my living room, muttering, “I’m willing to be your fish forever…” My father stood on the balcony, smoking, watching him for a long time before saying flatly, “This fish is stupid enough.” For three years, Liam was consistent, gentle, and considerate. Although I cleared my pond for him, I never agreed to marry him. Until six months ago, I finally nodded. Liam was as happy as a child. My father told me earnestly, “Treat him well.” So, for six months, I curbed my temper. I learned to compromise, to be gentle. I tried to be a qualified “Mrs. Thorne.” And he worked desperately, planning the wedding and building our future. He said he wanted to give me a grand wedding and a future worthy of me. 3 I always knew people were fickle. But I didn’t expect that in just three months, Liam would want to become the pond owner himself. Three months ago, my father sent me to Boston to negotiate a project. I thought it would be a few days. It turned into three months. The day I returned, I walked in and saw the only fish in my tank floating belly up. It seemed dead. I squatted in front of the tank for a long time, feeling an inexplicable irritation. That night, Liam picked me up from Sterling Corp for dinner. Just as the car stopped, the passenger window rolled down. A smiling face peeked out. “Miss Sterling.” It was her. Summer. The scholarship student Liam had sponsored for years. He mentioned he had sponsored over a dozen kids since he was ten, but she was the only one who truly made it out of poverty thanks to him. So, he cared for her deeply. He sent books, called after exams, discussed her future. Last year, Summer joined Thorne Corp and even visited Liam’s home. Everything seemed above board. But a woman’s intuition is unreasonable. My gut told me this girl was eyeing the obedient fish in my pond. I looked at her without speaking. She panicked and explained, “I… twisted my ankle. Mr. Thorne gave me a ride. Sorry to disturb your date.” Liam got out of the driver’s seat, walked over, and held my hand naturally. “Bumped into her. Her place was on the way.” 4 I didn’t quite understand Liam’s move. He knew I wasn’t one to swallow insults. “Get out.” I said coldly, leaving no room for negotiation. “You twisted your ankle, not your hands. Can’t call a cab?” Summer stared at me, clearly not expecting me to attack on the spot. “S-sorry.” She lowered her head and limped out of the car. Liam frowned, wanting to say something. I didn’t even look at him. “Liam, get rid of this car.” “You know I don’t like dirty things.” I paused, then added, “People too.” Summer’s face went white. She looked at Liam helplessly. But he didn’t defend her. Finally, she walked away, looking back three times. Dinner was ruined, obviously. After dropping me off, Liam followed me upstairs. “Why are you making a fuss over a young girl?” He tried to hug me from behind; I dodged. “I’m not making a fuss over her.” I looked at him calmly. “Liam, I am warning you.” “I don’t care what you’re thinking. There won’t be a next time.” It seemed that in the past year, Liam had thrived at Thorne Corp. And because I softened my temper, he thought he could walk all over me. “What could I be thinking?” He sighed, cupped my face, his tone serious and gentle. “Ava, all my thoughts are on you.” He sounded emotional. But I didn’t believe a word. My dad said men are like kids; if they don’t eat dinner at home, they probably filled up on snacks outside. It’s harsh but true. If Liam really hadn’t seen me for three months, he wouldn’t have the mind to care about a girl with a twisted ankle. But seeing the careful sincerity in his eyes, my heart softened for a moment. Whatever. I also… secretly kept a fish for three months. Let’s give each other another chance. 5 The next morning, I changed the water in the tank and put in a new fish, identical to the old one. My dad passed by and asked, “Fish died?” I nodded. “But I’m willing to give it another chance.” He paused, surprised, but said nothing, just took a drag of his cigarette. I am a vengeful person. Liam was my fish and he saved my life, so I had patience for him. But not for others. So, I called the secretary’s office at Thorne Corp. Rumors about Summer exploded in the company. But Liam didn’t seem to cherish this chance. Not only did he reorganize the secretaries, he parachuted Summer in as his personal secretary. I didn’t question him. I just stopped feeding the fish in the tank. I wanted to see if it would starve to death or swim back on its own. A week later, the fish was dying. When Liam appeared, I was staring at it. Thinking if it behaved, maybe I’d feed it. But it seemed tired of living. “Ava, let’s call off the engagement.” That was his first sentence. I turned slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Why?” He was silent for a moment. “I think… I don’t love you anymore.” I nodded calmly. “That’s your problem. Deal with it.” I’m not unlovable. Three years ago, you begged to be my fish. Now you want to leave? Not that easy. Are the resources and trust I gave you for three years now capital for your betrayal?

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My dad is a crazed villain, and my mom is a depressed damsel in distress. Just as my dad was about to commit a crime, I shoved a morals and ethics test paper into his hand. “Teacher says I need to get full marks on this to get a gold star.” But my grades are notoriously terrible. He had no choice but to painstakingly fill it out for me. Just as my mom was about to pull out a fruit knife to hurt herself, I shoved an apple into her hand. “Mom, I want to eat peeled apple slices on a stick.” My mom quickly carved the apple into little bunny shapes. A barrage of comments flashed across my vision. [What happened to them being the foil to the heroic couple? How did they secretly become model citizens?] [These villain parents are really tough to handle, poor cannon fodder side character.] [Did the side character poke the villain’s nest? How did she become the family favorite?] Me: Who are you calling a brainless flower vase? 1. The villain couple came to the orphanage to adopt a child. I was playing in the mud in the yard. I looked up and saw a string of comments flash by: [The villain couple is coming to take the heroine away, starting her tragic childhood and leaving lifelong psychological scars.] [Even though the villain couple has lots of money, the heroine needs lots of love!] [The brainless side character is still foolishly playing in the mud, enjoying her happy childhood. My heart aches for the heroine!] I was stunned, looking at the patches on my clothes and feeling my empty pocket, which only contained a candy wrapper. The orphanage director walked over with a smile, wiping the mud from my hands. “Today, a kind couple is coming to adopt either you or Nancy.” I was confused. “Director Mom, what’s a villain?” I hadn’t learned my phonics well and pronounced “villain” as “vile-win.” The director thought for a moment. “It means turning defeat into victory, the winning side.” My eyes lit up. Winners are strong! I, Sue, love being with strong people. I don’t want lots of love; I want lots of money. I looked up to see a handsome man and a beautiful woman walking towards us. I hopped three times and hugged the man’s leg. “Adopt me, I’m super well-behaved.” As the second prettiest kid in the orphanage, I disdained using such tactics. I saw Nancy deliberately hiding in the corner, trying to make herself invisible. It seemed she didn’t want to be adopted. The comments went crazy: “Why is this different from the plot? What is the side character doing messing things up?” “A crazed villain dad and a depressed damsel mom. Wait until the side character gets home and finds one holding a knife and the other holding a knife too. Then she’ll see the power of the villain couple!” “Boohoo, our heroine can finally escape her annoying villain foster parents and grow up safely.” My new mom patted my head, her smile gentle but unable to hide the fatigue on her face. I hugged and kissed her, calling out, “Mom, why are you hurt?” Her back stiffened, and she hugged me back even tighter, wet tears soaking my shoulder. Oh, I forgot. My depressed mom cries easily. My villain dad lifted me by my overalls and tossed me into the back seat of their car. The child seat was soft and comfortable. I laid down and fell asleep. Villain couples are great. I get to eat my fill, have a bed to sleep in, and wear new clothes. 2. The next day, I noticed something was wrong. Loud arguments and the sound of things smashing came from my villain dad’s study. Thumping sounds came from my mom’s room, and the smell of blood seeped through the crack in the door. The comments started acting up again: “Now the side character’s heart is dead. A dad with a volatile temper who loses control whenever he encounters the heroic couple, and a mom whose depression is triggered by changes in the weather.” “Hehehe, I kinda feel sorry for the side character.” Mom and Dad have a child inside them too, and just like Sue, they need love and care. Bad comments! You don’t understand anything. I knocked on my mom’s door, holding a roll of gauze in one hand and an apple in the other. “Mom, I want to eat an apple, peeled.” My mom’s pale face softened. In no time, she carved out a little bunny apple. I ate with relish, and she gradually smiled. “Sue, what do you want for lunch today?” I listed the dishes directly: “Sweet and sour pork, shredded chicken, spare ribs, spicy fish…” My mom focused entirely on recording my order. “Give me two hours.” My mom tore open the gauze, wrapped it casually to stop the bleeding, and turned to the kitchen. Then I went to knock on my dad’s door. Anger still lingered on his face, and documents lay shredded on the floor. According to the comments, he would neglect the company due to his long-term conflict with the heroic couple, leading to the bankruptcy of the Sue Group. From then on, the villain family would live in poverty. I shook my head. I would never let that happen. I pulled out my civics test paper with a score of 6 and looked at him innocently. “Dad, the teacher needs a parent’s signature.” My dad glanced at it dismissively. “Is it graded out of ten?” I was confused. “It’s out of 100.” My dad’s eyes widened instantly. “Your dad was first in the whole school back then, breezing through everything. You’re telling me you got a 6 in civics? Even stomping on the paper would get a higher score than that.” Frowning, he signed his name anyway. I stared at him with puppy eyes. “Dad, if I get over 90, I get a gold star.” My dad saw right through my pitiful expression and sighed. “I’ll make you a hundred gold stars, okay?” I refused. And persisted. My dad sighed again. “Give me the book.” I placed the brand-new civics textbook in his hand. Sure enough, they both got busy. My mom, known as a kitchen disaster, signed up for five cooking classes, striving to master Sichuan, Shandong, Hunan, Cantonese cuisines, and desserts in a short time. My dad, on the verge of criminality, dedicated himself to mastering civics knowledge from elementary to undergraduate level in a short time. I watched their busy figures. And smiled with relief. It’s good that everyone is busy. 3. Beneath the happy family facade lay deep undercurrents. My dad dressed himself up dashingly, very intimidating. My mom dressed like a princess, and I looked like a little princess beside her. We walked in hand in hand. Whispers erupted. I could feel my mom’s grip on my hand tighten; she always disliked such occasions. The villain couple’s marriage was a business arrangement. My dad couldn’t get his first love, so he married to facilitate things. My mom loved her childhood friend for years but lost to his love at first sight, leaving heartbroken. Usually, they kept up appearances well enough. But this time, they ran into the protagonist couple. The comments went wild: “As foils to the protagonist couple, I can’t imagine how big a joke the villain couple will make at the banquet.” “Villains are just bad, always up to no good.” “Wait for it, the crazed villain is going to pull out knockout powder from his suit pocket. Truly evil to the core.” I eyed my dad. His eyes were red, his left hand pressed against his suit, his right hand holding a cocktail, drinking with deep resentment. My heart skipped a beat. I absolutely could not let anything happen to Mom and Dad! I let go of my mom’s hand and nimbly wove through the crowd. I tugged at my dad’s sleeve and secretly pulled out the packet of powder. It was really there! Just as I was trying to avoid others and dump it in the trash. Suddenly, someone bumped into me. My hand shook, and the powder spilled into the drinks on a waiter’s tray. “You?” A boy about my age, with an indifferent expression, looked at me curiously. I covered his mouth, telling him to pretend he didn’t see anything. I stuffed a handful of candy into his hand as a bribe. My heart ached; that was candy I had saved for a long time. Before I could pretend to spill the drink. My dad spotted me, picked me up, took the drink, and downed it. “My daughter loves me, bringing me a drink personally.” I felt incredibly guilty. I ran to the other side and told my mom, “Dad is drunk and needs to go back to the room to rest.” “Don’t run around. I’ll take him to the room and come find you,” my mom instructed. I sat obediently on the stool. I noticed the boy from earlier being surrounded by two or three kids. It seemed he was being bullied. I rolled up my princess dress. As the top boss of the orphanage, I wouldn’t let any kid be bullied in front of me. I marched towards them aggressively. As soon as I reached them, the kids wailed and ran away crying. Me? Do I look that scary? I touched my cheek. It was soft. I’m clearly cute. I poked the boy’s face. He frowned slightly. “Zack.” I was delighted and introduced myself. “I’m Sue, I’m eight, I can sing and dance, my mom and dad…” Before I could continue, Zack lowered his eyes, looking unhappy. He spat out one word: “Sleepy.” As a helpful kid, of course I would accompany him to the end. I skipped along with him to his room. He signaled me with his eyes several times. I reluctantly agreed. “Boys and girls are different. I shouldn’t sleep with you, but if you can’t bear to part with me, I can reluctantly agree.” Then, ignoring his panicked look, I hugged him and fell asleep peacefully, just like hugging my teddy bear. Just as I was drifting off, a few sentences flashed through my mind. What did Mom tell me to do again? Forget it, brain shutdown. At this time, the comments became active again. “The stupid side character is always provoking the villain. Look at the one beside her who hasn’t grown up yet; he’s practically a villain in training!” “Let’s feel sorry for the protagonist couple. Nothing good happens when they meet the villain.” “However, the powder was taken by the villain himself. Will the original plot still happen?” “In the original plot, tomorrow is when the villain’s reputation is ruined. Forcing himself on someone else’s wife sent him straight to jail.” The next day, I rubbed my eyes, recalling the comments from yesterday. Disaster. I ran to my dad’s room without even putting on shoes. A group of people surrounded the room, holding cameras and flashes, eager to record the villain’s scandal. At the front, the male lead, eyebrows knit with anger, banged on the door. The person inside took a long time to open. 4. A crowd of eyes stared straight as my dad came out disheveled. Behind him, a head popped out. It was my shy mom. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then tensed up again. “What are you doing here while I’m with my wife?” My dad’s words were laced with threat, and seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the reporters fled quickly. The male lead glanced warily into the room. My mom twisted my ear, asking worriedly, “Where did you run off to?” I rolled my eyes. “I went to help the weak. He was so pitiful, and I’m so kind.” Neither of them believed me, but seeing I wasn’t hurt or wronged, they let it go. They hurriedly took me away from this troublesome place. [The villain couple didn’t fall out; instead, their feelings deepened. What’s happening?] [The cannon fodder side character has some tricks, but not many.] [Villains should be stepping stones. They just got lucky this time.] [Given how much the villains adore the protagonists, they’ll crash and burn sooner or later.] My little hands clenched tight. They aren’t some evil villains; they are my best mom and dad. My parents insisted on sending me to a private school. Despite using all my strength and tricks. It couldn’t beat my dad’s casual remark: “I can’t do it anymore. Let the teachers tutor you.” To make a villain who prides himself on his intellect say such a thing, in a way, I am a talent. Although the private school had good food, gentle teachers, and regular holidays. But! But the male and female leads were in the private school. Wasn’t I just going over to be cannon fodder? I tugged at my dad’s pant leg, acting spoiled. It didn’t soften his heart. I turned to my mom, who only handed me a box of cookies, telling me to share them with my classmates. Sure enough, once my dad decided something, there was no going back. I only prayed not to be in the same class as the protagonists. Unexpectedly, my dad waved his hand. Donated two buildings. And sent me into the elite class. Thanks, Dad. Really not necessary. So there I was, holding the cookie box, staring at the little male and female leads below the podium. [Finally, the moment of truth!] [The side character is about to cause trouble again. According to the book, she shares cookies with the protagonists, but the heroine is allergic to wheat, causing the hero to hate the side character forever.] [Cannon fodder side characters are just catalysts for the protagonists’ love.] I was so angry I wanted to smash the cookie box on their heads. The teacher asked me to choose a seat. I abandoned the spot that would have led me between the protagonists and sat next to the boy sleeping by the window. He propped up his head impatiently and glanced at me. Clang. The cookie box landed on his desk. “For you.” I looked at him with a miserable face. He frowned. “Are you giving me a gift or sending me off?” He smiled instead of getting angry. “Does the side character have some kind of villain magnet?” “Pinpointing the villain out of dozens of people.” His name was written on the roster—Zack. Sounded familiar. I became the villain’s most loyal ally. The villain ate cookies, I wiped his mouth; The villain napped, I fanned him; The villain went to the bathroom, I tried to pull down his pants. He held down my paw. “That’s not necessary. Get out.” Kind of a pity. After a busy day, I finally sent the villain to the school infirmary. I followed Zack nervously, but he was calm. The doctor scolded him for eating so many cookies when he was allergic to wheat. He had two IV bags to go through. I apologized to Zack sadly. He didn’t mind. “I liked the gift you gave me.” Then, very quietly, he said, “It’s the first time I’ve received a gift.” I didn’t hear clearly. But the comments said it for him. “Is the little villain this cute when he says one thing but means another? I want to switch sides.” “Does the little villain really like the heroine Nancy? It looks like his interaction with the side character Sue is more interesting.” “Breaking up a CP is the most hateful thing!” The comments were noisy. If I can save the villain from the sea of love. I only feel relieved.

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The billionaire playboy demanded each of his bodyguards violate my sister. When I called the police, he counter-sued, claiming she forced herself on twenty of his men. Furious, I took him to court. But my wife, a forensic doctor, produced a report stating my sister had no injuries! To cover up the truth, they cremated my sister’s body, destroying the evidence and killing her unborn child. Only then did I learn that the billionaire and my wife had been having an affair. “It’s just a little slut who died. Why are you clinging to me?” “Since you don’t know how to behave, I’ll teach you how a dog should listen!” To force me to give up, they broke both my legs. And beat my paralyzed brother-in-law into a vegetative state. In my despair, I found a box full of medals in my brother-in-law’s closet. It turned out he was paralyzed while executing a secret mission, and his parents had sacrificed their lives for the country. A family of heroes! I hugged the medals and my sister’s ashes, pushed my vegetative brother-in-law in his wheelchair, and knelt at the gate of the military base: “My sister and her unborn child are dead… my brother-in-law beaten into a vegetable… The Sterling family treats human lives like grass! I demand an investigation!” I refused to believe that a box full of medals couldn’t exchange for justice! 1 In the courtroom, Bella pointed at me with indignation: “Jack, even if you want money, don’t be delusional! With Mr. Sterling’s status, how could he look at a cheap, vulgar… whore like your sister!” The thought of the countless wounds on my sister’s body, the word “SLUT” carved into her belly, and her mottled, infected lower body… I couldn’t control my anger anymore and slammed the “no injury” report on the table! “Bella, you were Lily’s sister-in-law! How can you humiliate her like this!” “It’s one thing not to help me, but how can you speak for Julian Sterling and those animals? And commit perjury for them!” Faced with my questioning, Bella showed no regret or guilt. Instead, her expression became firmer. “I guarantee the authenticity of this injury report with my career.” “Jack, I must remind you! I am a doctor first, then Lily’s sister-in-law.” “You want me to be an accomplice and slander Mr. Sterling? Sorry, I can’t do it.” “I have my professional ethics! In the face of justice, I must place righteousness above family!” The spectators whispered: “This guy clearly sees Mr. Sterling has money and wants to scam him. I’m tired of this drama!” “He and his sister are too stupid to target the Sterling heir. They really have some nerve.” “Thankfully Dr. Bella is upright and refused to give false testimony for them, or their scheme would have succeeded.” The discussions grew louder, all favoring Bella without exception. Julian Sterling smiled and handed over the withdrawal form: “Mr. Carter, if you really need money, our company needs a janitor. You can come.” The red string on his wrist was the one I knelt 9,999 steps in the rain to pray for Bella! I gripped the railing tightly, blood rushing to my head in rage, but I couldn’t say a word. It turns out when people are extremely angry, they really can’t speak. I snatched the withdrawal form, tore it to shreds, bit my tongue until it bled, and then gritted my teeth: “Dream on! I will absolutely, absolutely not withdraw the lawsuit!” Bella’s face was full of impatience: “Jack, stop grandstanding. Your sister forced herself on twenty bodyguards. It’s generous of them not to sue you.” Then, a surveillance video played: “Be good and obey me, or else…” “Give it to me… big brother, harder…” The dialogue was obscene and unbearable. The voice did sound like my sister; even I was dazed for a moment. I suddenly remembered Bella finding my sister a few days ago, recording her voice, saying she was preparing a special gift for her future nephew. Only now did I realize. This hellish humiliation and abuse was the so-called “gift.” “Jack, the facts are in front of you. Lily was promiscuous, and she brought this on herself!” “Mr. Sterling was kind enough to try and cover for your sister, but you are so ungrateful and bite the hand that feeds you. Don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Bella, expressionless, handed a thick stack of documents to the judge. Inside were screenshots of chat records between my sister and various men. Ambiguous and explicit. “She really was a public bus. I feel sorry for the bodyguards she forced herself on.” “Heard she was pregnant too. Who knows whose bastard it was.” “Dr. Bella did the right thing, placing justice above family.” The mockery in everyone’s eyes deepened. I shouted at the judge: “The surveillance video and chat records are forged! I request a re-investigation!” But all I got was laughter from the whole court. The judge ignored my request and dismissed my appeal on the spot. He even ordered me to raise $10 million within three days as compensation for mental damages to Julian Sterling and his bodyguards. Everyone stood up and cheered. Only I saw Julian turn to look at me, mouthing: “Your sister asked for it. Deserved!” Then he left the court with Bella, surrounded by bodyguards, heads held high. 2 I clenched my fists tightly, tears falling silently. In this moment, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness. But I didn’t believe Julian Sterling could truly cover the sky with one hand in this city! My sister was still in critical condition. As long as she woke up, she could tell the whole truth! But when I rushed to the hospital, I was told: “Mr. Carter, your sister is hemorrhaging and won’t last much longer…” “We had enough blood in the bank, but Mr. Sterling got a cut on his hand just now, and Dr. Bella urgently transferred all the blood in the city to him.” Ignoring my despair, I immediately begged the doctor: “I’ll find blood. Please, you must keep my sister alive!” Even if I had to kneel and beg Bella, I would get blood for my sister! But when I rushed to my wife’s office, I saw Bella flushed, sweating in Julian’s arms. “Bella, you really know how to have fun. Jack’s sister only knew how to cry and beg. Boring!” “Say, if your husband knew we were hooking up before you got married, would he go crazy?” Bella sneered: “He’ll never know. He’s an idiot!” “And that sister of his, not staying with her paralyzed husband, daring to provoke Mr. Sterling. She deserves to die!” So they had been together all along! No wonder Bella committed perjury for Julian! I wanted to rush in and kill them, but my sister was still waiting for me to save her. I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and pushed open the door. “Lily is hemorrhaging. Bella, can you spare some blood? I beg you…” Seeing me, Bella panicked for a second, but soon laughed again. “Spare blood? Does she deserve it?” “Using the blood bank for Mr. Sterling is proper use.” “Using it to save your sister, that… slut, is a waste of medical resources.” “Jack, I advise you to withdraw the lawsuit immediately. That way our marriage can continue.” I was about to continue begging when medical staff walked over holding a canister. “Dr. Bella, as per your instructions, Lily’s body has been cremated.” “Here are the ashes.” 3 Ashes? Whose ashes? I felt my head buzz, as if hit by a heavy bell, my whole body trembling. All these years, my sister treated Bella like her closest family. How could she be such a beast! I couldn’t suppress my anger anymore and rushed up to slap her hard! Bella fell to the ground. Julian hugged her painfully, kicked me away, and had his bodyguards break one of my legs. “Daring to hit my woman in front of me? You and your sister both have a death wish!” I was pinned down by my limbs, unable to move. Bella finally recovered, looking at me with icy eyes. “Jack, I gave you a chance. You didn’t take it.” “Mr. Sterling, didn’t you say your dog, Baller, has bad joints? Bone ash is rich in calcium.” Baller was Julian’s pet dog. My anxiety instantly peaked. “No!” I struggled frantically, nails scratching the floor, making shrill sounds, a tear of blood flowing from my eye. Bella hesitated for a moment, but soon looked angry again. I was pinned down like a dog. And my sister’s ashes were happily licked up by the dog. Only when the ashes were almost gone did Julian hold the dog with one hand and grab my hair with the other, Pressing my entire face into the remaining ashes. “Jack, remember this. You can’t mess with me!” “Next time, your ashes will end up the same way!” Tears and blood mixed on my face. “Can’t mess with you? Julian Sterling! One day! I will reveal the truth…” “You hurt my sister like this… I will make you pay in blood!” Before Julian could speak, Bella laughed: “Reveal the truth? Pay in blood?” “Jack, your sister is already in a dog’s belly. The evidence is gone. What do you have to reveal?” “If you’re smart, put away these thoughts. I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I’ll divorce you!” With that, Bella took Julian’s arm and walked out. I lay on the ground, crying while carefully gathering the last bit of my sister’s ashes. Years ago, when my brother-in-law was paralyzed, it was Bella who operated and saved his life. After we married, my sister and I treated her like a savior. I never expected her to become this monster. In that case, there’s nothing left to cherish! 4 I took the remaining ashes of my sister to the police station. “I want to accuse Julian Sterling and Bella of disregarding human life! Julian raped my sister Lily! Bella covered for the criminal, fabricated injury reports, cremated my sister’s body without consent, and destroyed evidence!” “Officer, please give my sister justice!” But the next second, the officer looked at me with disdain. “Still not giving up?” “New trick? Even conjured up ashes?” He casually picked up a pinch of the ashes. Before I could stop him, he put it in his mouth and smacked his lips: “This is milk powder, right?” “Trying to frame Mr. Sterling, you need some skill. This is too clumsy!” I was completely stunned and roared: “You are protecting a murderer and rapist!” The officer sneered. Without a word, his colleagues dragged me out. They beat me in a blind spot of the surveillance cameras, then threw me out of the station. “I won’t give up!” “Since you protect Julian and them, I’ll go higher!” I spat out a mouthful of blood and gritted my teeth. “Go higher? The Sterlings are the sky in this city. Julian is the Crown Prince!” “Stop dreaming!” With that, the officer ignored me and left. I endured the pain and returned home. Just as I settled my sister’s ashes, my phone rang. “Mr. Carter, your brother-in-law wants to see you…” It was the nursing home. I rushed over immediately. While I was hesitating on how to tell him about my sister, a familiar voice from the room made my hair stand on end. It was Julian! I pushed the door open to see Julian whipping my brother-in-law with a leather belt. I tried to stop him but was blocked by bodyguards. “Jack, this is the price for going to the police!” “Looks like you didn’t listen to my warning!” “Mistakes have prices. Your paralyzed brother-in-law is a burden anyway. I’ll help you solve it!” Another heavy lash. My heart seized in pain. “Julian, stop it!” “Killing my sister wasn’t enough, now you want to kill him too?” “Are you human?!” I roared anxiously. But it was useless. My struggles were in vain as I watched my brother-in-law lose consciousness. “What a waste. Can’t even take a beating. Boring.” Seeing him pass out, Julian tossed the belt aside, laughing contemptuously. Then he hugged Bella, ready to leave. I rushed to press the emergency bell, completely desperate: “Bella, are you human?” “This is your brother-in-law! The patient you saved ten years ago!” “How can you watch Julian beat him like this!” My words made Bella pause. She turned back, speaking coldly: “Paralyzed for ten years, living is meaningless. Only fools like you and your sister can’t let go.” “If you hadn’t courted death by going to the police, we wouldn’t bother with this cripple!” Perhaps feeling she was too harsh, Bella added: “He’s a burden. Better off dead.” “Jack, just a brother-in-law. Why care so much?” “I said, as long as you let this go, we can live happily like before.” I laughed in anger. Today, I truly recognized the shamelessness of the woman before me. “Bella, let’s divorce!” As if hearing a hilarious joke, Bella laughed out loud, glancing at me: “Jack, you’re hopeless. Calm down!” With that, she left without looking back. Doctors resuscitated him. His life was saved, but he became a vegetable. Chance of waking up: slim to none. After his vitals stabilized, I went to my sister’s house to get some supplies. In the stairwell, I saw the walls covered in graffiti: “Whore,” “Slut,” and other insults. “You’re her brother, right? Should have taught her better.” “Lily looked so quiet. Didn’t expect her to do such shameful things.” “Fix this mess! Apologize to Mr. Sterling properly. Don’t affect us neighbors!” The neighbor across the hall poked her head out, tone impatient. I didn’t speak, closing the door. Apologize to Julian? Ridiculous! My phone vibrated. A text from Bella. “Thought it through? Come apologize to me and Mr. Sterling!” “Mr. Sterling is someone you can’t mess with. Stop wasting effort. If you really anger him, don’t blame me for not helping you!” I sneered, didn’t reply, and blocked Bella. Can’t mess with? Wasting effort? I don’t believe it! I don’t believe this world only has protection for the powerful and no justice for the ordinary! While packing my brother-in-law’s things, I accidentally knocked over a metal box deep in the closet. Dozens of medals spilled out. Medal of Honor, Silver Star, Purple Heart… And certificates in red folders. Only after going through everything did I realize tears covered my face. My brother-in-law was paralyzed while on a classified mission. His parents sacrificed their lives for the country. A family of heroes! These medals, these certificates, were proof! Trembling, I closed the box and held it, pushing the urns of my sister and brother-in-law (figuratively, since he’s alive but vegetative), and knelt at the gate of the military base. This was the supreme honor my brother-in-law’s family exchanged their lives and blood for. Now, it became the last straw for me to seek justice for my murdered sister, my vegetative brother-in-law, and their unborn child! “My sister and her unborn child dead… my brother-in-law beaten into a vegetable… The Sterling family treats human lives like grass! I demand an investigation!” I don’t believe it! A box of medals can’t buy the truth!

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