Author: Momo Chan

After I died, Julian would burn tons of spirit money for me every year during the Ghost Festival. As a result, I developed a lavish spending habit in the underworld. Then suddenly one day, he stopped. I waited and waited, failed to visit his dreams multiple times, and finally concluded he had forgotten about it. Because I never thought to save, I racked up billions in debt to the Underworld Bank just to maintain my lifestyle. In a fit of rage, I literally came back to life. 1 Of course, I wasn’t really alive. The King of Hell, worried I wouldn’t pay back my debt, made an exception and let me return for a visit. So, he had his minions whip up a body identical to my old one. Having not been human for a few years, suddenly having a physical form felt weird. I stumbled my way back to the mortal world and headed straight for Julian’s villa. But I was stopped by security. They said the person living there was a Mr. Shen, but his name wasn’t Julian Shen. Perhaps seeing my disheveled state and taking pity on me, they gave me a business card and told me to call the number. It took some effort to track that person down. I ended up at a five-star hotel where an engagement party seemed to be taking place. But when I saw the man on the poster at the entrance, I froze. Julian was getting engaged to someone else? Well, I had been dead for five years. It was normal for him to move on. But even so, he shouldn’t have forgotten to burn money for me! He has no idea how high inflation is in the underworld! His family runs a huge business; surely he could spare a little cash for me to squander down below! I remembered when I died, trembling in pain in his arms. Seeing Julian just crying uncontrollably, I used my last ounce of strength to say— “Since I died because of you, remember to burn lots of spirit money for me every year.” I was an orphan. I dated Julian for a few years but we never married. I was genuinely afraid of being broke in the afterlife. Seeing him nod, I finally closed my eyes in peace. Now, only a few years later, he’s got a new love and forgot the dead one, huh?! I was about to storm in and give Julian a piece of my mind when a clean male voice sounded behind me. “Are you looking for me?” 2 I turned around and saw a guy in his early twenties. Tall, handsome, and oddly familiar. seeing I didn’t answer, he added, “Uncle Chen called and said you went to the Shen estate looking for me?” I realized Uncle Chen must be the name on the card. I scratched my head awkwardly, looked at Julian on the poster, and said: “Yes, but I think I found the person I was actually looking for.” “You mean my uncle?” I paused. “Julian is your uncle?” “Yeah. He’s super busy today. I’ll take you inside first, and he can see you when he’s done.” He took my hand and led me inside. “What’s your name?” “Jason Shen. And you?” Without thinking, I blurted out: “Sarah Song.” I don’t know if it was my imagination, but Jason stiffened for a second upon hearing my name before acting normal again. He took me to a VIP box on the second floor. No need to squeeze with the crowd, and the floor-to-ceiling window offered a full view of the stage. After the MC’s speech, the couple of the hour walked out slowly, meeting everyone’s gaze. It was the first time I’d seen Julian in five years. He must be pushing thirty now, but time hadn’t left a mark on his face. A tailored black tuxedo made him look even more mature and charismatic. If I remembered correctly, his fiancée was the heiress of the Moore family. Back then, both families wanted them to marry, but Julian insisted on being with me, the Cinderella. He even put his grandfather in the hospital over it. Who knew, five years later, Julian would end up with Tiffany Moore after all. If I had known, why did we struggle so much… 3 At the climax of the ceremony, people below shouted “KISS.” I pressed against the glass, watching the couple in the center, unconsciously holding my breath. I had imagined this possibility on my way here, but seeing it with my own eyes still hurt like hell. Reason told me I shouldn’t be like this. Julian had the right to a new life. I only came back to get my spirit money. What was I doing? Jason noticed something was off, leaned over, and saw me crying. He panicked. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me, don’t cry.” I didn’t want to cry either. My emotions just went out of control. Helplessly, I forced a smile. “I’m fine, just… really moved. Truly.” “Really?” Jason seemed skeptical. I nodded. “Your uncle and aunt-to-be are such a perfect match. I haven’t seen such a joyous occasion in a long time. Got a bit emotional.” Jason was silent for a moment, then asked, “By the way, I haven’t asked. What business do you have with my uncle?” Below, Julian and Tiffany started toasting the guests. I watched, unconsciously scratching the glass. “Nothing special, actually. Just wanted to ask him a few questions.” “Looks like he’ll be busy for a while. Why don’t you tell me, and I’ll pass the message?” I turned around, looked at Jason’s evasive eyes, and asked, “You don’t want me to see your uncle, do you?” Jason didn’t expect me to be so direct. He laughed awkwardly and explained: “Not entirely. It’s just his engagement day, better not to disturb him…” I guessed Jason knew something. But thinking about it, he was right. I came from hell. I couldn’t exactly crash his big day asking why he stopped burning cash for me. “I wasn’t considerate enough. Sorry to bother you.” I dropped that sentence and quickly left the room. At the hotel entrance, Jason chased after me. “You haven’t eaten yet. Why leave so soon?” “I… I wasn’t chasing you away, don’t misunderstand.” Looking at this boy who couldn’t hide his thoughts, I found him amusing and wanted to tease him. “Actually, I don’t need to eat.” Jason replied, “Then where are you staying? I can book a hotel for you.” I couldn’t keep up with his train of thought, but it was a good question. Where was I sleeping tonight? The King of Hell only gave me three days. If Julian didn’t work out, maybe I could rely on Jason. 4 “I don’t want a hotel. Can I stay at your place?” I didn’t know why Julian gave the villa to Jason, but I really wanted to go back and see it. We spent our happiest years there. My request clearly spooked Jason. “What… what exactly do you want?” “Jason, you know who I am, right? Are you afraid I’ll ruin your uncle’s engagement? In that case, you should keep an even closer eye on me.” I didn’t know what Jason was thinking, but he actually took me back to the villa. Nothing had changed much. The painting I made still hung in the same spot. For some reason, I suddenly remembered Julian mentioning a friend who loved my art. I thought his friend had good taste, so I decided to paint a landscape for him. But I died before I could finish it. In the underworld, I often regretted not finishing that painting. Now that I was back, I wanted to finish what I started. I familiarly walked to the southernmost room on the second floor. Just as I reached for the handle, Jason stopped me. “You can sleep anywhere but here.” “I just want to look inside.” “No looking. Uncle forbids anyone from touching things in there, including me.” “He won’t know if you don’t tell him.” “No means no.” Jason was adamant this time. Afraid I’d try again, he dragged me downstairs. No matter how I explained, he wouldn’t budge. I was getting pissed. “Why are you so stubborn?” “Unless my uncle agrees.” “But didn’t you want to keep me away from him?” “Who knows what your intentions are.” “Jason, you really are annoying…” Before I could finish, the doorbell rang abruptly. I was standing right by the door, so I opened it annoyed. “Who is it?!” But the face greeting me was Julian’s…

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It only took one game of Truth or Dare for me to decide to divorce Liam. During the game, he blurted out that he loved resting his head on a pregnant belly to listen to the baby. The room went dead silent. Everyone’s eyes were on me. There was no shock in their gazes, only pity and the panic of a secret being exposed. I realized then: they all knew Liam had a child with another woman. But they all helped him hide it from me. Because they knew I was Liam’s everything. If I found out, I would leave him. And he would go crazy. So, to make sure he completely lost his mind… I did three things. First, I melted down the wedding ring he designed for me. Second, I saved the video of Chloe taunting me onto a USB drive. Third, I applied to join a top-secret research team. My departure date was set for our seventh wedding anniversary. That day, I would vanish from his life without a trace. And he would receive only one package from me. Inside: a USB drive, signed divorce papers, and the receipt for my abortion. 1 I swallowed the bitter red wine in my mouth, trying to look calm. My voice was barely audible, but I still asked the question: “How many months?” Liam seemed to wake from a dream, the wine glass in his hand suddenly shattering under his grip. Shards of glass pierced his palm, blood dripping instantly. But he didn’t care. He rushed to me, hugging me tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably: “Sarah, it’s not what you think. The child was an accident!” Hearing those words, I felt my soul crack. Suppressing the lump in my throat, I enunciated every word in disbelief: “So you… really… got another woman pregnant?” Liam fell silent, giving me no answer. I closed my eyes, two tears sliding down from the corners. Thinking he had held another woman like this, I pushed him away in disgust and turned to flee. Liam chased me to the door, but his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he picked up immediately. I heard a soft, coquettish female voice on the other end: “Liam~ Your little baby keeps kicking your big baby, it’s torturing me~” A sharp pain stabbed my heart, and I quickened my pace to escape. He didn’t chase after me. I smiled bitterly, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Taking out my phone, I made an international call. “Professor, I agree to join the AMP research team.” The person on the other end seemed surprised. “Really? That’s great! Our team needs someone like you.” “But this research group is highly classified. Once you join, your family won’t be able to contact you.” “Your husband cares about you so much, he’d probably call the police if you disappeared for a second. Does he agree?” My eyes dimmed, and I said hoarsely, “I’m preparing to divorce him.” The person on the other end paused for a moment, didn’t ask further, and just said: “Okay, I’ll process the paperwork for you. You join in three days.” The moment I hung up, the big screen on the mall behind me started playing Liam’s exclusive interview. The host sharply noticed his small movements and asked with a smile: “Mr. Foster, I noticed you’ve been touching your ring. But… it seems like just an ordinary silver ring. Is there anything special about it?” Liam smiled tenderly, holding up his hand to show her: “This is my wedding ring.” “Huh? Sorry, I thought with your current net worth, the wedding ring would definitely be a huge diamond.” Liam said: “I made my wedding ring by hand seven years ago, polishing it bit by bit, and engraved my wife’s and my initials on the inner band.” “Wow, there really are two sets of letters. LF and…?” Liam said: “SS. My wife’s name is Sarah Sterling.” “Wow, I really envy your wife. She must have saved the galaxy in her past life to marry you, Mr. Foster.” Liam smiled gently and said: “Actually, I saved the galaxy in my past life to marry her.” “This year is the seventh year of my marriage to my wife. Seven years ago, when I had nothing, she firmly supported me. She even lost our first child to save me…” “Sarah Sterling is the only love of my life. In three days, on our seventh wedding anniversary, I will hold a wedding of the century for her, letting everyone witness my love for her.” The passersby around were full of envy, praising him as a wife-doting maniac. Yes, everyone thought Liam loved me more than life itself. Even I thought so before today. Looking at the wedding ring on my hand that I had worn for seven years and Liam never let me take off, I walked into a jewelry processing store. “Please melt this ring down for me, thanks.” The clerk looked at the ring in surprise, then at me in astonishment, asking hesitantly: “Are you… Sarah Sterling?” Another clerk rolled her eyes at her, disagreeing: “Please, just because this silver ring happens to have LF and SS engraved on it? Mr. Foster loves Mrs. Foster so much, how could she possibly melt the ring?” Listening to their conversation, I mocked myself with a smile, paid, and left silently. I walked aimlessly and suddenly saw Liam’s car by the roadside. The car was parked there quietly, as if waiting for something. Standing in the cold wind, looking at the car, I had mixed feelings. My steps involuntarily slowed down, a complex emotion rising in my heart. I hated myself for still having expectations. What was I expecting? Expecting that he parked here waiting for me? I didn’t know whether to face him or continue to escape. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked towards the car, every step feeling like I was stepping on my own heart. He suddenly got out of the car and quickly walked to open the passenger door. A young girl, gently stroking her belly, was carefully helped out by him. 2 The girl kissed his cheek coquettishly, lifting her left hand to admire it back and forth. I saw a silver ring on the ring finger of her left hand. “Liam, the ring you made yourself is so beautiful. If the baby knows his daddy loves mommy so much, he’ll look forward to coming into this world too.” Liam lovingly took off his coat and draped it over her, then bent down to stroke the girl’s bulging belly gently. “Daddy is also looking forward to him coming to me soon.” Watching this scene, I smiled, but as I smiled, tears flowed down. For seven years of loving each other, Liam kept a distance of three meters from any woman other than me. For a time, people thought he had a phobia of women. He didn’t care, only saying this was the sense of propriety a married man should keep towards the opposite sex. Later, he even bought a book called “The Standard of Male Virtue” and studied it every day. I laughed at him for being childish, but he only said he wanted to give me a full sense of security. He said his love was only for me. But now, he shared a portion of his love with the woman pregnant with his child. I watched quietly until Liam felt my burning gaze, and our eyes met. He instantly straightened up, the girl in his arms suddenly becoming a hot potato. Liam let go of the hand around the woman’s waist and ran straight to me. He nervously cupped my face with both hands, then held my hands, his face full of heartache. “Sarah, why are you so cold? Why are you crying? Don’t scare me.” The concern in his eyes was absolutely genuine, making my heart soften for a moment. But the girl with the huge pregnant belly behind him was constantly reminding me that his concern was just a joke. The girl was fearless, holding her belly with one hand and stroking it gently with the other, raising her head proudly and staring straight at me. I threw off Liam’s hands, took two steps back, and asked him weakly, as if using my last breath: “Who is she? Is the child in her belly… yours?” In this moment, I bet our seven years together and all my courage on this thin line. A desperate gamble. As long as he denied it, as long as he said himself that the child wasn’t his, I would be willing to believe him, willing to forget all this pain and betrayal. However, the girl’s low, clear sobbing from not far away, like fate’s mockery, shattered my last fantasy. A flash of guilt passed through Liam’s eyes. He closed his eyes painfully, and after opening them again, he pursed his lips and said the destructive words: “It’s mine.” I lost all strength instantly and fell heavily to the ground. Supporting myself, I scraped the skin off my palms. Liam hurriedly knelt in front of me, his eyes full of heartache and anxiety: “Sarah, you can hit me or scold me, but don’t hurt yourself like this.” His voice was almost pleading. He held my hands, wiping the wounds for me. Suddenly, he paused, his voice losing composure: “Sarah, where is your wedding ring?” I pulled my hand back, smiled mockingly, and signaled with my eyes, “Isn’t it on her hand? One ring of the same kind is enough.” Hearing this, his eyes panicked, his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn’t say anything. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice. The force was so great that red swollen palm prints immediately appeared on his cheeks. At this moment, the girl quickly stepped forward, shielding Liam behind her. Although her voice trembled, it carried a firmness. “Ms. Sterling, I am Chloe, Liam and I are both victims, please don’t blame him!” There were tears in her eyes, yet she still tried to protect Liam. Liam’s face sank, his voice hard and cold as ice. “Sarah is my wife, you should call her Mrs. Foster!” His words revealed unquestionable authority. Chloe shrank slightly and spoke firmly: “Mrs. Foster, believe me, I’m only 23. If it weren’t for Liam’s mother… I wouldn’t have kept this child at all!” As soon as her words fell, Liam’s unfocused eyes suddenly looked at her, subconsciously blurting out: “No!” In this moment, I understood that between us, there was no future anymore. 3 I didn’t question him further, just letting Liam drive me home. In the car, he explained the ins and outs of that accident to me: Nine months ago, he was on a business trip and was drugged by a competitor, mistakenly entering Chloe’s room. After that accident, he gave her a sum of compensation and told her to disappear from Bay City. But he didn’t expect her to get pregnant. And when my mother-in-law found out, she brought her back from abroad and was determined to keep the child. I knew deeply my mother-in-law’s obsession with children. Seven years ago, Liam and I were on a cruise for our honeymoon, but the ship hit an iceberg and lost buoyancy instantly. While falling into the sea, Liam’s leg was broken by a falling heavy object to protect me. He used his last strength to throw the lifebuoy to me, urging me to escape first. But how could I bear to abandon him? I chose to stay. Holding him up, preventing him from sinking into the sea. When the rescue team finally arrived, I had been soaked in the biting cold seawater for a day and a night. Liam recovered soon after, but I lost our child in that accident, and the road to fertility became extremely difficult from then on. Since then, Liam’s feelings for me deepened. He said we shared life and death, swearing no matter what happened, he would never separate from me. However, my mother-in-law was extremely dissatisfied with me being unable to bear children. Now, facing this sudden grandson, it’s not hard to imagine how she would defend him with all her might. In the car, Liam held my hand guiltily, his voice low: “Sarah, this really was an accident…” I looked straight into his eyes, suppressing the bitterness, and asked him: “The child or me, who do you choose?” He fell into silence. But I got the answer. Pulling back the hand he held tightly, I turned to look at the bustling night view outside the window. My relationship with Liam was the same. Prosperous for seven years, it was finally coming to an end. After arriving home, Liam gently pulled me. He found the first aid kit and wanted to apply medicine to my palms: “Promise me, don’t hurt yourself in the future, it hurts me to death.” I didn’t respond to him, just pulled my hand back, went to the room, and locked the door. Soon, a gentle knock sounded. Liam’s coaxing voice came from outside: “Sarah, please say something to me, okay? I’m very worried about you.” I covered my head directly with the quilt to sleep. Waking up the next day, I wore all black, looking at the photo of me and my parents on the bedside table, my eyes wet. Five years ago, they died in a car accident, and today was the anniversary of their death. I still remember that day, watching them being covered with white cloth, crying silently. It was Liam who held me, comforting: “Sarah, don’t be afraid, you still have me.” It was also him who knelt before my parents’ graves and promised, He would love me for a lifetime, and he would accompany me to pay respects every year, letting them see how well I was taken care of by him. The door suddenly opened, and Liam walked in looking haggard, eyes bloodshot. “You have the key, why didn’t you come in last night?” I asked coldly. He squatted down to help me put on slippers, “Consider it my punishment. I’m healthy, not sleeping for a night doesn’t matter. If I came in, you wouldn’t sleep well. Put on slippers, don’t catch a cold.” My nose soured, and I blurted out: “Do you remember what day it is today?” Liam looked at me seriously, “Of course, the anniversary of Mom and Dad’s death, how could I forget.” He got up and actively prepared things for the offering. Suddenly he glanced at a message on my phone placed on the table. Seeing the content, he paused abruptly, picked up the phone and asked me: “You booked a flight ticket?” My expression didn’t change, calmly explaining: “I originally wanted to travel with you, but felt the time wasn’t right, so I canceled it.” He opened his mouth to ask more, but his phone rang. “Liam! I fell and my stomach hurts so much! Seems like I’m bleeding! What should I do!” Liam became visibly nervous, completely forgetting about the ticket. He held my hand, pleading in his eyes. “Sarah, I’ll just go take a look, I swear I’ll come back!” He turned and ran into the car, stepped on the gas, and disappeared around the corner. Tears dripped onto the ground. I raised my hand to wipe them away, but found I couldn’t finish wiping them. I went to the cemetery alone, waited until dark, and talked to my parents all day. Returning home, I started packing my luggage. Liam didn’t rush back until midnight. He hugged me tightly, constantly saying sorry. I let him hug me, speechless. This night, our world seemed to be split in half. His embrace was warm and familiar, but my heart felt an unprecedented distance. 4 The next morning, Liam was gone from the bedside. Only a note he left: [Urgent matter at the company, I went first. Made breakfast for you, remember to eat.] He didn’t know, this morning, at the crack of dawn, I heard the call Chloe made to him. It was Chloe who called him away. Looking at the breakfast on the table, I suddenly felt nauseous. A thought rose in my heart, and I took a taxi to the hospital. Looking at the pregnancy test report, I laughed until I cried. The doctor looked at me with sympathy and asked softly: “Are you a single mother? Do you want to keep the child? With your constitution, if you abort this child, you won’t be able to conceive again.” Leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the villa worth a hundred million that Liam gave me. Looking at the two words “Sarah’s Garden” carved on the big rock in front of the villa, And the line of words written by Liam himself below: [Holding Sarah’s hand, destined for a hundred years of harmony.] I only felt irony. This was given to me by Liam, our exclusive “love nest”. Except for servants, no other woman was ever allowed to enter. But at this moment, I saw Chloe appearing in front of the villa. She looked at me proudly and provoked: “The legendary Sarah’s Garden is nothing special, I got in easily anyway.” “Heard this is your love nest? But Mrs. Foster said this place is best for nurturing the baby, so Liam let me move in. You’re not angry, right?” “Afraid I’d bump or hurt myself, Liam changed all the furniture. It’s all my favorite style~” I looked around this villa that was unrecognizable, the bitterness surging in my heart almost suffocating me. Memories flooded back like a tide, clearly emerging before my eyes. On our third wedding anniversary, Liam knelt on one knee and handed the key to this villa to me. “Sarah, I won’t let anyone step in here. This place has the mark of our love, it’s a world exclusively for the two of us.” This place was once the sanctuary of our love, but now he personally gave it to another woman. I felt all my strength drained, almost unable to stand. Chloe stared at me with jealousy and hatred. And I could only lean weakly against the door, my heart filled with endless sorrow and despair. This place once full of love has now become the witness of my heartbreak. “So how long are you going to occupy the position of Mrs. Foster? Can’t you see Liam’s preference and bias for me and the child?” Chloe’s words were full of provocation. Occupy? I smiled bitterly, a sense of powerlessness rising in my heart. Suddenly, my gaze fell on a corner of the empty living room, where my parents’ memorial photos were originally placed, but now they were gone. “Where are my parents’ photos?!” My volume suddenly increased, voice trembling, eyes full of disbelief. “Such unlucky things were of course thrown away by Liam~” Chloe smiled faintly, speaking contemptuously, as if discussing something trivial. I glared at her, and she reluctantly took out the photos. Then, right in front of me, the corners of her mouth raised in a smile, and she lit the photos with a lighter. I pounced violently trying to extinguish the fire. Chloe took the opportunity to fall to the ground, then cried out in pain. I couldn’t hear her screams clearly, only focused on putting out the fire. But Liam’s incredulous roar suddenly sounded in my ear: “Sarah, why did you push her?!” Ignoring the fire burning my hands, I extinguished it. Looking up, I found Liam didn’t look at me once, instead panicking to pick up Chloe and leave. Looking at my hands red and blistered from the burns, I felt this seven-year marriage was really just a joke. After rinsing the burns with cold water, I started cleaning up the mess here. My mother-in-law suddenly appeared and slapped me hard. “You hen that can’t lay eggs, a jinx! If anything happens to my grandson, I won’t let you off!” Liam, who returned, hurried over to stop her. He finally ran to me, grabbed my hands, and applied ointment painfully. Seeing his mother still wanting to make a scene, Liam said: “She’s giving birth over there.” His mother left immediately. After she left, Liam carefully observed my expression, finally choosing his words carefully: “Sarah, Chloe is young, she made you unhappy, but you shouldn’t have pushed her.” “I pushed her?” My voice was full of disbelief. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I apologized to her for you, she won’t blame you.” One sentence convicted me. Fatigue and powerlessness hit me, I didn’t want to explain anymore. Liam had already chosen to believe Chloe between us. Seven years of marriage couldn’t compare to a new love known for less than a year. Watching Liam carefully blowing on my wound but obviously distracted, thinking of the fleeting smile in his eyes when he said she was giving birth just now. I touched my belly. He made the decision about the child for me.

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I was the proctor for the last final exam of the semester. When the exam ended, all 48 students were dead. The police immediately zeroed in on me. But the autopsy results came back: every single student died by suicide. With no other options, I was acquitted. But three years later, a medical student found me: “You killed them, didn’t you? I figured out what question you gave them that day.” My body trembled uncontrollably— Three years. She finally came. 1 “Fine, I did it.” Facing this unexpected guest, I continued chopping meat for today’s lunch as if nothing was wrong. I even turned around and greeted her warmly: “Have a seat. You’re just in time for lunch. We can talk while we eat.” Bella White was a bit surprised by my candor but sat at the table with her legs together, her gaze lingering on my cleaver for a few seconds. Very cautious. Good. After all, I once proctored an exam where no one survived. Although the police couldn’t find evidence of my involvement, speculation about me had been rampant in society. There was even a suspense movie based on me that came out of nowhere and won multiple awards. “Many people have come looking for me over the years; you’re not the only one.” I put the chopped meat into the pot, adjusted the heat, and sat opposite her: “But you’re the first to guess that I set a question.” Bella suddenly stood up: “So you really did give them a question!” Only then did I realize—she was bluffing. Since that’s the case, she probably doesn’t know the content of the question either? So I laughed: “Do you think it’s possible? One question made 48 students willingly kill themselves?” Bella slowly sat back down. My expression changed: “But I can.” “You!” 2 Bella was a medical student. The condition of the bodies in the mass suicide case three years ago was so terrible that her medical school sent many forensic students to assist with the autopsies. Bella was one of them. The gruesome state of those bodies left a deep impression on her. She didn’t believe 48 people would commit suicide simultaneously. What kind of person could inhumanely toy with the lives of 48 children? So for three years, she searched through all the information and found that although it was a final exam that day, the exam papers were never seen from beginning to end. She boldly guessed that I had set some question myself. But what question could make 48 children commit collective suicide? Tormented by this question for three years, she finally found me. Unexpectedly, as soon as she bluffed, I admitted it. And I was happy to answer her. “But how is this possible? Those 48 students were wealthy second-generation kids from well-off families, good at socializing, with family and friends. “Some had already received offers from prestigious universities abroad, and some were even engaged! “Every one of them had a boundless future, was optimistic, cheerful, and helpful. They couldn’t possibly have suicidal thoughts, nor did any of them have a history of mental illness. How could they kill themselves over one question from you?!” The kitchen timer rang, and I got up to put the seasonings in. The smell of meat filled the room. Bella swallowed imperceptibly. “The meat will be ready soon. Dr. White, try some later. I’m quite good at making this.” Bella looked away from the pot, glanced at the cleaver in my hand, and a hint of defensiveness flashed in her eyes: “No thanks. “Let’s talk about those kids.” I didn’t mind, put the lid back on the pot, sat back down, and casually placed the cleaver on the table: “Actually, the answer is obvious. “Dr. White participated in the autopsy back then. Do you remember what the bodies had in common?” Recalling the past, a trace of compassion flashed across Bella’s face: “They were all tragic… some mutilated themselves beyond recognition, even confusing the senior medical examiners.” Her voice choked up a bit: “I really can’t imagine how these pearls in the palm of their parents’ hands could be so cruel to themselves.” Unlike her sadness, I smiled calmly. Watching the corners of my mouth slowly rise, Bella couldn’t take it anymore, slammed the table, and stood up: “Are you even human!” 3 I was dragged up by my collar by her: “That was 48 human lives! 48 children with infinite futures! Each of them had thousands of hours of volunteer service, and some even donated millions to charity funds. How can you laugh when they died like that!” “Really?” My smile turned cold: “Volunteer hours can be hired out or even bought with money. Staging photos isn’t difficult either. And the families of these children can easily take out millions for their pocket money. “How can you judge these favored children by the standards that bind ordinary people?” Bella paused while gripping my hand: “What are you saying…” I gently pushed her away: “Let me tell you a story. When the story is finished, our meal will be ready.” “I’m not here to listen to your stories.” “Oh, it’s not a story.” I smiled at her: “It’s a true experience that happened to me.” 4 My husband and I had a daughter. As teachers at this elite school, we tried every means to get our daughter in. Although we knew that with our financial resources, we couldn’t compare with the young masters and ladies in the school. But we always fantasized that in this place with concentrated educational resources, our daughter could also have a bright and boundless future. However, her grades dropped instead of rising, and she, who used to love smiling, had a sullen face all day long. I asked her classmates, and everyone said they didn’t know anything. Everyone told me they tried to be friends with my daughter, but she was not only unwilling but also insulted them. So they could only stay away. But my daughter, my husband and I taught her to be polite and kind. When she came home disheveled again, I forcibly stripped off her clothes. Even though she had applied a lot of powder to her body, as a medical teacher, how could I not see that she had been violated by more than one person? I called the police, but the surveillance records were wiped, and my daughter remained silent. So I called the students to the office one by one to get information. The result was the school giving me a termination notice. Fortunately, my husband ran around and said all the good things, and finally saved my job. But the school leaders warned me— Not to trouble my students again. Speaking of this, I smiled with red eyes: “I just asked the students what they were doing that day normally. I just wanted to know what happened to my daughter in their class. Why did it become my trouble instead?” Bella clutched the corner of her clothes tightly: “Then you should have transferred her as soon as possible…” I sighed: “I planned to do that too, but the day before the procedures were completed, she died.” Bella almost knocked over the cup: “What was the cause of death?” “Don’t know.” I took a deep breath to suppress the trembling of my body: “The body was taken away by the school immediately, saying she was infected with a severe infectious disease and needed to be destroyed immediately. “Neither my husband nor I could stop them…” Bella pursed her lips. I knew what she wanted to say: “I counseled her an hour before she died. Couldn’t I tell if she had an infectious disease? I am an epidemiology teacher…” “Ms. Gu…” Bella didn’t know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, she asked carefully: “Do you think they harmed your daughter, so you killed them?” “I don’t think so, I have evidence.” Bella tensed up. I stared at her: “Do you know how many insane things those positive, optimistic, kind, and promising children in your eyes have done!” Bella’s breath trembled: “Can I see the evidence?” “I’ve already destroyed it.” Bella’s muscles slowly relaxed again: “Ms. Gu, you can’t produce evidence. Based on your one-sided words alone, I can’t rationalize your actions.” “No need to rationalize.” Bella clenched her fists: “But even if what you say is true, they didn’t deserve to die!” “Dr. White, you haven’t seen the faces of those students. “They look sanctimonious in front of the camera, like the pillars of the country should be, and laugh loudly amidst my daughter’s crying and screaming.” My eyes gradually turned cold: “They were a group of people who shouldn’t have lived, yet they dragged a girl who should have lived into hell alive. “Only a year after my daughter died, when I mentioned her name again, not a single person in the entire class remembered.” Bella gritted her teeth: “But that’s not right either. The law will judge them; it’s not up to you to kill them!” “Who said I killed them?” I smiled: “Didn’t you participate in the autopsy? Was any one of them murdered?” Bella paused.

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At the company’s anniversary gala, the newly appointed CEO made her first public appearance. I secretly snapped a photo of my stunning boss to send to a friend, bragging about her beauty. But I got caught red-handed. She scolded me coldly: “As an employee, focus on the company’s business, not on useless distractions.” I turned beet red, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. To salvage my reputation, I rushed to the CEO’s office as soon as the party ended, intending to explain myself. But when I knocked and entered, I froze at the sight of a clay figurine on her desk. Wasn’t that the birthday gift I handmade for my online girlfriend just a few days ago? It even had my initials carved on it. When the realization hit, my scalp tingled. The new female CEO was actually the girlfriend I had been dating online for three years. 1 Confirming that the new boss in front of me was my unseen girlfriend, I suddenly got nervous and blurted out, “This figurine…” “My boyfriend made it for me.” Chloe reached out and touched the head of the figurine on the desk, a rare tenderness flashing in her eyes. But the next second, she wiped the smile off her face and scolded me sternly: “What does this have to do with you? Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.” “Why are you here?” I touched my nose awkwardly, reluctantly withdrawing my gaze from the figurine: “Ms. Qin, I didn’t mean to sneak a photo of you just now. It’s because you look a lot like my girlfriend, and I couldn’t help it.” Hand to God, although this excuse was made up, given the current situation, it was the truest lie ever told. But Chloe obviously didn’t buy it at all, sneering directly: “Can you come up with a lamer excuse?” “With that lecherous look of yours, what girl with good eyesight would fall for you?” My face darkened instantly. Thinking about how bad my first impression was in her eyes, I wanted to drag my friend out and beat him up. It was all his fault for demanding to see the beauty. At the same time, I severely despised Chloe in my heart. Usually, when chatting with me online, she was gentle and soft. Who knew she could be so sharp-tongued in reality? Besides, how did a girl who claimed to be a fresh graduate worker suddenly become a domineering female CEO? 2 Leaving the office, I took out my phone and sent a cute spanking sticker to Chloe on WeChat. She replied almost instantly: “Hubby, what’s wrong? Did someone upset you?” The office door wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, I saw Chloe happily holding her phone and replying to messages, the smile on her face completely different from the “Extermination Nun” (a strict teacher character) face just now. I gritted my teeth and replied: “Just got scolded by my female boss. She said a man like me couldn’t get a girlfriend.” The other end of the phone instantly got fired up, message notifications dinging non-stop. I looked up guiltily at the door crack, afraid of arousing Chloe’s suspicion, and quickly hugged my phone to the bathroom to reply. In the chat box, Chloe had already cursed herself out. “How could she say that about my dear hubby? Simply hateful!” “My hubby is the best, best, best man in the world. Your female boss must be blind.” “Hubby, when we meet in a couple of days, I definitely won’t let anyone bully you.” Heh, besides her, it seemed no one else in the company had bullied me. I’ve been working in this company for almost two years. Who would have thought my online girlfriend would turn out to be my direct boss and I’d get scolded by my own girlfriend? Who do I complain to? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I decided to delay the meet-up with Chloe, leaving her hanging for a few days to vent my frustration. “I’m a bit busy recently, might not have time this month.” “What?” “No, hubby! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for so long, how can you postpone it…” The phone exploded instantly, sending a dozen crying emojis in a row. Faced with the melodramatic plot that my online girlfriend of three years is my female boss, I hadn’t recovered yet and felt irritable. So I exited the chat interface and stopped replying. 3 My temporary escape for peace ended up making the whole company tremble in fear. Chloe’s temper suddenly became explosive. Any department reporting work would come out after being scolded bloody. First the Business Department, then the Finance Department, scolded one by one… Soon, the fire spread to our department. Because of a small issue in a proposal, Chloe called us to the office and scolded us harshly, not a single good word coming out of her mouth. The colleagues who came with me were scared and kept their heads down, daring not to speak. That unsmiling, stern attitude was completely different from her usual online persona. Little girl, acting quite well. I couldn’t help muttering, almost speaking my mind out loud. “Sam, you seem unconvinced by me?” I had to admire this woman’s eyesight. She accurately captured even my subtle movements. Chloe frowned and stared at me, her imposing aura pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I quickly shook my head and defended myself: “How could that be, Ms. Qin? I am endlessly grateful for your guidance and will always keep it in mind.” She snorted and raised an eyebrow: “Okay, good.” “Smooth talker, your proposal must be good too.” “Then you redo this proposal alone. Hand it to me before you get off work tomorrow.” Amidst the sympathetic looks from colleagues, my brain crashed on the spot, ten thousand curse words galloping through my heart. It was almost time to get off work, and she wanted me to redo the proposal alone and hand it in by tomorrow evening. This was blatantly making me pull an all-nighter, wasn’t it? Fine, Chloe, since you openly gave me a hard time, don’t blame me for being “ruthless” behind your back. When I angrily returned to my desk, I received a message from Chloe. “Hubby, don’t ignore me, baby misses you so much.” “I won’t rush the meeting anymore. Can we talk about it when you’re free?” 4 To save my “colleagues” from suffering, I decided to sacrifice myself. Hesitating for a few seconds, I replied, “Okay, I’ll think about it.” Seeing my reply, Chloe bombarded me with messages even more frantically. “Great, hubby! You finally willing to talk to me.” “Hubby, tomorrow is your birthday. We can meet later, but I must send you this year’s gift.” “You promised me before, you can’t go back on your word.” Finally, a crazy kissing emoji. In our three years of online dating, I never told Chloe my home address. Several times she begged for my address to send gifts, but I ruthlessly refused. Because I didn’t want her to think I was the kind of man who coveted her gifts. But every year on her birthday, I would send her some handmade gifts to express my feelings. Not that I was stingy, I just didn’t want to burden this pure relationship. After all, she always claimed to be a poor worker before. How could I accept her gifts and add to her burden? Now that she exposed her identity as a female CEO, I had no worries. To give my colleagues a happy working environment, I could only sacrifice myself and send her the address. However, the address sent was the community’s package collection point. The community is so big, I wasn’t afraid she would track me down. So, that night, I successfully received the birthday gift Chloe sent via flash delivery. Inside the exquisitely wrapped gift box was a box full of paper stars and a low-key luxury mechanical watch. The handwritten letter smelled faintly of perfume, the same scent on Chloe. The handwriting reflected the person, delicate and grand, every stroke expressing love for me. A few short sentences made my heart surge.

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I was a sugar baby for a billionaire heir in the city, but I didn’t dare tell my family. When he drove me back to my village for the New Year, my brother caught us. Thinking fast, I lied and said he was just my Uber driver. My brother sneered. “You’re amazing. You called a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce as an Uber?” “Is he your boyfriend?” “Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!” I went silent. Then I whispered three words. “He’s my sugar daddy.” 1 I’ve been with Julian Zhou for three years. I knew exactly what our relationship was: transactional. I was in it for his money and power. He was in it for my body. We had a tacit understanding never to cross the line. Until the last time we were intimate before the New Year. The man hovering above me suddenly spoke, his voice husky: “I’ll drive you back to your hometown tomorrow?” The chaos inside me hit pause. I blinked my unfocused eyes, thoughts slowly returning. My gaze landed on his sharp, steady brows, trying to gauge my patron’s intentions. Hmm. He didn’t seem to be joking. I couldn’t figure out why he would make such a strange request. But I knew the first rule of being a sugar baby was obedience. “Mmh, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Zhou.” I replied with my usual politeness. Even though we were currently in a state of zero-distance intimacy. But a man’s heart is a mystery. I don’t know which word offended the usually silent eldest young master of the Zhou family, but the hand gripping my waist suddenly tightened. “Hiss—” I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, wanting him to be gentle. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing my earlobe, and said through gritted teeth: “No trouble. No trouble at all.” “Miss. Zhu.” 2 Julian seemed angry. He kept a cold face the whole way driving me the next day. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I stayed silent. I just turned my head, staring at his reflection in the car window. His profile was superior. Sweater sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing firm, tan forearms and a silver Montblanc watch on his wrist. That was the gift I bought him in our first month together when he transferred me $15,000. I got excited and splurged. To Julian, it was basically a dollar store item. Yet it was the watch he wore most often. I wasn’t very sensible back then and inevitably got some ideas. I beat around the bush asking why he liked that watch so much. I hoped his answer would be related to me. But the next second, I heard him softly puncture my little fantasy. “Why ask that? Think I wear it so much because you gave it to me? Chloe Zhu, do you—” Julian didn’t finish. But based on the indifference in his eyes, I automatically filled in the rest. He probably wanted to say: “Chloe Zhu, did you forget your place?” My face flushed red in an instant, a layer of sweat breaking out on my back. “Sorry, Mr. Zhou. I overstepped.” I apologized awkwardly and humbly. The man didn’t answer. He quietly looked at the documents his assistant brought over, not even sparing me a glance. That was my first, and last, transgression. 3 “Don’t you know how to say something nice to coax me?” The man’s sudden, aggrieved complaint snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him blankly. Didn’t understand why I needed to coax him. But my mouth was faster than my brain. Compliments poured out by the basketful. “Mr. Zhou, it’s so weird! Even with parental controls on, I’m still addicted to you!” “You look especially handsome from this angle! Wait, let me take a picture of you!” These were high-EQ lines for praising men I learned specifically online. Julian liked them. He stopped being mad at me every time I used them. I skillfully pulled out my phone to take his picture. But a message from Song Xu popped up on the screen. [Ji Rou is back. How long do you plan to occupy her spot?] My heart felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, bringing a vague pain. Ji Rou was Julian’s arranged fiancée since childhood. They were supposed to get married three years ago, but Ji Rou refused and ran off abroad. Song Xu said Julian wanted to go after her but couldn’t let go of his pride, eventually keeping me, a look-alike, as a mistress. Yes, I was also a substitute. Julian noticed my daze. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, family messaged asking when I’ll arrive.” I made up an excuse, raised my hand to snap a casual photo of him, and exclaimed emotionlessly: “Wow! So handsome even in a candid shot! Can I use this as my lock screen?” Julian coughed lightly and replied indifferently with two words. “Suit yourself.” Might as well commit to the act. After changing my wallpaper, I stared at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the window and zoned out. Forgetting to remind him to stop at the village entrance. 4 So Julian’s car parked steadily right at my doorstep. My brother, dressed in a navy blue padded jacket, was squatting at the door working. “Thank you, Mr. Zhou. Drive safe on the way back.” With that, I turned around pretending to be calm, greeted my dark-faced brother Zhu Zhefeng, and blocked his view. “Yo, peeling chestnuts at home, big bro?” Zhefeng stood up, gaze landing on the black car turning around, and asked unkindly: “Who’s that?” I pursed my lips, thinking fast: “Couldn’t get a train ticket, called an Uber.” Zhefeng sneered, mercilessly poking holes in my lie. “Chloe Zhu, you’re really something. Uber sent a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce?” “Is he your boyfriend?” “Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!” I choked, not knowing how to answer. Being a sugar baby isn’t exactly something to brag about. Plus, Julian’s status was too superior; I didn’t dare tell my family about his existence. I only said I was in sales at a company with good benefits. But the car Julian drove today was just too flashy. I couldn’t find an excuse. I could only hope Julian would finish turning around quickly and floor it out of my brother’s sight. But he seemed to be working against me. Taking forever just to turn around. The road wasn’t even that hard to drive on… Seeing my brother strutting forward like he owned the place, determined to say hi, I panicked and grabbed his clothes. Whispered three words. “He’s my sugar daddy.” My brother froze. Thinking I was joking. “Hey buddy! Can’t say stuff like that! Or I’ll beat you like a lion hunting an antelope!” I blinked, smiled lightly under his scrutinizing gaze: “Still couldn’t fool you! He’s my boss, kinda into me, currently pursuing me.” Sugar daddy and boss… Uh. About the same to me, right? This answer was obviously much more credible. My brother visibly relaxed. Just as he was about to say something, a man’s unhurried, clear voice came from behind. “Chloe Zhu.” My body shook. Why hasn’t Julian left yet? Did he hear what I said? I turned timidly to look at him. The tall, upright man stood a few steps away. A black slim-fit turtleneck outlined his muscular physique. His deep brown eyes stared at me intently: “I’m out of gas.” My brain didn’t process it for a second, letting out a dumb “Ah.” My brother instantly realized something, spreading his arms to shield me like a mother hen: “Don’t play dumb with me, we’re both men! You just want to stay here, charm us, and force my sister to be with you, right? Let me tell you, no way! My sister, a top-tier beauty, has seen plenty of scheming suitors like you! The line stretches from our village to France! You know where France is?” “Bro, stop talking…” I stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, looking at Julian awkwardly and nervously, terrified he’d blurt out our real relationship. Luckily. Julian just narrowed his eyes slightly, then stared at me with a half-smile: “I know. I even took Miss Zhu there.” I pursed my lips. Memories flooded back. That trip to France, I barely left the hotel. Every corner of the presidential suite bore traces of Julian and me. He was a tireless maniac. Seeing my ears turn red, Julian knew what I was remembering. He wickedly continued: “Miss Zhu, did you find that trip to France—” he paused deliberately, “enjoyable?” Even though I was incredibly shy, I nodded frantically, wanting to turn the page on this and send this big shot away. “Enjoyable, very enjoyable! Mr. Zhou, your car is out of gas, right? I’ll drive my convertible and take you to a hotel in town!” Now it was my brother’s turn to be confused. “Our family is so poor, where’s the convertible?” I calmly raised my hand, pointing to the tricycle in the yard: “Isn’t that it?” Julian laughed in anger. This young master born with a silver spoon probably never expected such a trial at nearly thirty years old. Even my brother couldn’t watch anymore. “It’s minus five or six degrees. Taking that tricycle six kilometers to town? Tsk, sis, do you have a grudge against him?” “What else can we do? Besides the electric scooter, we only have this three-wheeled convertible.” My brother looked at Julian, hesitated for a few seconds, then said: “Since you look somewhat decent, I’ll reluctantly let you stay for a night. Get lost first thing in the morning! Hear me?” Seeing the plan worked, I quickly winked at Julian. He glanced at me, a smile rippling in his eyes, and nodded obediently. “Understood, brother.” “Who the hell is your brother! Uh… can I borrow your car to take two photos later?”

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Everyone said Julian was aloof and noble, but for ten years, he chased after me like a lovesick puppy. Even when I was pushed into a sea of fire by my enemies, he didn’t hesitate. He threw away his billion-dollar empire and followed me into death. Reborn, I decided to stop being the villainess who strung him along. I swore to treat him well, to love him wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, it seems he was reborn too. “Lilith, you still want to train me like a dog, just like in our past life, hmm?” He backed me into a corner, forcing the divorce papers into my hand. He said he would never want me again in this life. Absolutely never. 1 When I was eleven, someone broke five of my fingers, one by one. From that moment on, I swore I would become someone standing at the very top of this world. By any means necessary. Whatever it took. Later, I did many terrible things. In the end, karma caught up. Someone seeking revenge pushed me into a burning building. As the flames swallowed me, my mind was blank. But a white figure rushed into my vision and hugged me tightly. It was Julian, my husband. The man who loved me to death, the man whose only stain in life was loving me. As we turned to ash together, I thought: If there is a next life, I swear I will give my heart and soul to treat him well. 2 “This is the divorce agreement.” “Sign it.” The flickering lights made my thoughts chaotic. The man standing opposite me lowered his eyes. Hiding the coldness within them. “Julian.” “Don’t be like this.” I tried to grab his hand. Veins popped on his arm as he pulled away instantly. This was the first hour and forty-one minutes of my rebirth. I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Julian finally realized I was a bad woman who cheated him out of his money and feelings. He didn’t want me anymore. 3 I sat in a bakery, looking through the thin glass window. Watching two figures wandering in the school building opposite. Julian certainly didn’t know I was secretly watching him. Watching him solve problems for that girl, while she practically rubbed against his clothes. Yes, in this life, Julian should know who is kind and who is innocent. But I still propped my chin on my hand and messaged that girl. “Snow, how are you seducing your brother-in-law?” 4 Snow Lin is my sister. To be precise, she is the real heiress, and I am the fake. When I was twelve, Mrs. Lin picked me up on a stormy day. Everyone thought it was a coincidence. It wasn’t. To make Mrs. Lin pick up the pitiful me in that rainstorm, I broke my own leg. I wanted wealth and glory. I wanted to be above everyone else. I wanted to never taste that bone-eating humiliation again. Snow was found by the Lin family when she was sixteen. She was forever kind, innocent, and pure. Things I had to break my bones to get, she got without lifting a finger. I hated her. Why didn’t she have to fall into the mud and taste the pain? 5 I am just such a vicious, bad woman. So I suffered enough in my past life. Perhaps, Snow really is as they described. She is “a girl like a deity,” so I angered the gods. In this life, the only person who loved me has abandoned me too. I curled up on the sofa, staring at the divorce agreement on the coffee table. “Julian, are you coming back tonight?” This message had been lying in his phone for four whole hours without a reply. Julian had an indifferent personality; his friends often complained he was a block of ice. But in my past life, I never felt that way. I thought he was my puppy. He’d come running at my scent, always nuzzling me. If my hand was empty, he wanted to hold it. Forget not replying; if I said one sentence, he’d reply with ten. But now… A message popped up. I thought it was his and rushed to check. It wasn’t. It was Snow. A paragraph of text, and a photo. “Sister, I didn’t mean to seduce my brother-in-law.” “I want to help you manage Father’s company, so brother-in-law is just introducing me to some people.” In the photo, the girl smiled beautifully, standing beside him. Like a perfect couple. 6 I called Julian a dozen times. He didn’t answer. Later, he just blocked me. Actually, Julian understood social niceties the least. He was just an academic. In my past life, to snatch some market share of Dad’s company from Snow… I asked him to help me win over those pharmaceutical company people. He did it without complaint. I never considered how he, a prestigious university professor, so noble and aloof, lowered himself to beg those people for favors. I only remember one incident from my past life. I secured a partnership and got drunk. I called him to pick me up. The private room was full of big shots. I leaned back on the sofa, watching the pale figure approaching me step by step. “Here boy, come here…” Calling him over like a dog. A highly respected medical professor, a man who never lowered his head. Being teased by me like this in public. I must have felt so smug back then. …Everyone thought he would slam the door and leave. But what did Julian do? He walked up to me step by step. Then he squatted down naturally and held my ankle. Helping me put on my dangling high heel. He looked up, his brow bone like a gentle mural. “It’s getting cold tonight. Don’t catch a cold.” “Lilith.” 7 Lilith. He liked calling me that. But after rebirth, he never called me that again. … I’m a light sleeper, so I woke up when he came home. I lay there, wondering what he would do seeing me defenseless. But nothing. He walked around me. He didn’t even want to cover me with a blanket. I sat up and threw the divorce agreement at his back. The man paused slightly. The lines of his back were eye-catchingly beautiful. “Don’t break it.” “If I draft a new one, you won’t get this much.” In the pattering moonlight, I sat there watching him speak calmly. A dark cloud was hidden in his pupils, mixed with obscure coldness. “I won’t sign.” I stared at him dead on. He seemed to expect this, nodding. “Fine, then we go to court.” “Julian, you’re a bastard.” I lunged to grab him, but he subdued me easily. Under the curved moonlight, he pinned me on the sofa. His hand choked my neck, not gentle at all. I bit the web of his thumb, but he seemed not to feel pain. But at a certain moment, he suddenly let go. A gentle touch grazed my cheek. “So you can cry too.” He left this cold and ambiguous sentence. Leaving me alone in the living room, I pressed my eyes hard. As if that would stop the tears from spilling. “Don’t leave me.” A phrase I decided at ten years old… Never to say again.

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On a variety show, the host randomly checked the seventh photo in the guests’ phones. I displayed the Rolls-Royce my brother, Payton, just picked up. But the “innocent” white lotus (a term for someone who pretends to be pure and innocent but is actually manipulative) got teary-eyed: “Sis, you can target me usually, but can you please not mooch off my boyfriend’s car for clout?” I was stunned: “How come I didn’t know my brother had a girlfriend?” The white lotus cried as she called Payton: “Hubby, I’m being bullied…” There was a pause on the other end, then Payton’s voice became very serious: “Who? Where? I’m flying back to the States right now to find you.” I was dumbfounded. The internet exploded: [I knew Quinn Qin was clout-chasing again!] [Didn’t see that coming, CEO Pei isn’t someone she can leech off!] [CEO Pei is so sweet! You guys get married right now! Piss off Quinn Qin!] No, seriously, I just didn’t know when my brother secretly started dating my arch-nemesis! 1 My dumbfounded expression was quickly turned into a meme and trended on Twitter. [Hahaha, Quinn Qin didn’t think Sherry was joking with her, did she? Did she really think Sherry loves clout-chasing as much as she does?] [Is CEO Pei someone she can leech off? Dying of laughter, this meme is my contender for meme of the year!] [Hahahaha, so satisfying to watch! I love seeing this poser get slapped in the face by Sherry!] The livestream comments were going crazy. I immediately ran out of the livestream room to the lounge. [Too ashamed to face anyone?] [ seeing her suffer makes me so happy] I closed the lounge door and called Payton immediately. His voice sounded a bit anxious: “Sis, I have something urgent, talk later.” “Let me guess, is your girlfriend being bullied?” Payton froze: “Sis, how did you know?” “Are you crazy, dating that kind of woman!” “Sis, you don’t know, she’s the most special girl I’ve met in my twenty-five years.” I almost suffocated: “She’s an actress! What can’t she act out? Let me tell you, I know exactly what kind of person Sherry Song is. Break up with her immediately!” “She’s not acting!” Payton was righteous: “Even when she’s drunk, she says she loves me!” I felt a blockage in my chest: “What’s so hard about that? I can act that out too. I love you, I love you, I love you!” “Are you crazy? What kind of fit are you throwing!” Payton got goosebumps and hung up directly. I turned around angrily, only to find someone standing at the lounge door. Sherry covered her mouth with one hand, holding her phone in the other, looking extremely innocent: “Sister, sorry, I didn’t know you were in here too.” I sneered: “How do I remember you staring at me entering this room just now?” “Sister, you…” Sherry’s eyes turned red instantly. The comments went crazy: [Ahhh, you psycho, stay away from Sherry!] [Hate this poser the most, bad movies and bad person. Clearly she tried to leech off Sherry’s boyfriend first!] I had no interest in this catfight game and turned to leave. But unexpectedly, just after touching up my makeup, the trending search exploded again. I clicked it open; it was the three-second video of me “confessing” to Payton. Trending Topic: #Payton: Are you crazy? What kind of fit are you throwing? #Quinn Qin attempts to be the other woman, scolded as a psycho by Payton My vision went black. 2 The lounge’s soundproofing and privacy settings were excellent. The only one who could have filmed me was Sherry, who opened the door at the end. That video started recording exactly when I was “confessing.” It looked like I was crazily saying “I love you” to Payton, and then being shunned by him. Thinking of this, I proactively found Sherry and showed her that three-second video: “You secretly recorded me?” Sherry hurriedly smiled: “Sister, don’t misunderstand, I was just taking a selfie and accidentally…” “Why was the camera pointed at me for a selfie? If it was accidental, why post it?” Sherry’s face turned pale. Only then did she realize that admitting she filmed it was equal to admitting she leaked the video. But her persona had always been the harmless, innocent white lotus. Her eyes reddened, and tears suddenly fell: “Sister, I beg you, please stop pestering my boyfriend, okay? I’ve advised you for so long and you won’t listen. I don’t know how to argue, I really had no choice but to… “This is the first time I’ve met a boy I like so much, I beg you…” I interrupted her: “This act works on him, not on me. “Play too many games and you’ll be found out eventually. Him dumping you is just a matter of time. Behave yourself.” With that, I turned and left. This variety show was set in the countryside. I was preparing for the next step of the itinerary when my agent called: “Little ancestor, calm down. It’s only been a while, and you’re already third on the trending search!” I hurriedly opened my phone. The number one trending topic had a glaring “Explosive” tag: #Quinn Qin threatens Sherry Song Just now, a recording was leaked by someone claiming to be a variety show staff member. Inside was exactly the conversation between me and Sherry. But I was very sure, only Sherry and I were present at the time. My Twitter and Instagram were already blown up. [Lady, look clearly, Sherry is the girlfriend personally verified by CEO Pei! And you’re telling Sherry to behave herself?] [Homewreckers deserve to die] [Wondered who it was, turns out it’s this poser. Not surprised then, hope your whole family dies soon] … Meanwhile, Sherry started a livestream in her car. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, tears in her eyes, yet she smiled “stubbornly”: “Everyone, please stop talking about it. There must be some misunderstanding between me and Sister. “If I hurt someone because of this, I would be very sad too.” Netizens were heartbroken: [Ahhh baby, you can’t be too kind! Quinn Qin is just targeting you! Don’t speak up for her ahhh!] [Baby is so good, my heart aches boohoo! Going to curse in Quinn Qin’s comments right now] [Protect the best baby in the world, Quinn Qin deserves to die a horrible death!] I sat in the car, my vision going black again and again. So I called Payton. 3 “Break up, break up with her immediately!” I got straight to the point. Payton was confused: “Sis, I told you we are true love.” “You didn’t see her ability to manipulate public opinion against me at all, did you? Have you even looked at the trending searches?” “Oh, Sis, which day do you not get scolded? I’m used to it for you.” …He had a point. “It’s okay, Sis. When I get back, I’ll treat you guys to a meal and clear up the misunderstanding. Sherry is a very good person, definitely not what you think.” “Forget it. I have more experience in this circle than the contracts you’ve signed.” “Isn’t your experience just getting scolded?” “You!” “Alright, alright, Sis. How about quitting the industry? Look at the bad movies you make.” I argued logically: “How can they be called bad movies! If I acted seriously, it’s not a bad movie!” “Yes, yes, yes, you acted seriously, but your acting skills are inherited from Mom!” I was speechless. Payton laughed: “Alright Sis, come back and take over the family business. Obviously, you earn much more this way than mixing in the entertainment circle, and I can relax a bit. Why suffer outside?” “I won’t! I didn’t enter the entertainment industry to make money, it was for Lucas Lu!” “…” 4 Indeed, I didn’t need to enter the entertainment industry. My parents urged me every day to take over the family business and make it bigger and stronger with Payton. But I stubbornly chose the entertainment industry just to be close to my idol, Lucas Lu. This peer I’ve been a fan of for five years. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I never publicly announced my relationship with Payton. I took my mother’s surname, and Payton took my father’s. So for so many years, no one suspected us. Unexpectedly, such a big farce has occurred now. I suddenly regretted it very much. As a guide on my brother’s growth path, I once watched him closely and forbade early dating. Didn’t expect the consequence of lacking love’s nourishment in adolescence is being easily hooked by bad women. I sat in the car, regretting and holding my forehead: “If I knew earlier, I should have let him date more!” 5 Soon, the haze in my heart was swept away. Because after getting off the car, I learned the identity of today’s mystery guest. “Lucas Lu?!” I screamed: “Is it him? Is it really him?” The staff looked at me with disdain, snorted coldly, and turned away. The entire production team was cold to me because of the “stealing Sherry’s boyfriend” incident. Later, they found that this attitude received unanimous praise from netizens, so they looked down on me even more. I didn’t care. After mixing in the circle for so many years, I’ve suffered plenty of eye-rolls and ridicule. Lucas Lu is still worth my attention. The moment Lucas stepped out of the car, everyone erupted in piercing screams. I rushed up in one step and handed over the gold-rimmed card: “Mr. Lu, I’m your fan, can I have an autograph?” He took off his mask and smiled: “Sure.” Took the card, scribbled a few strokes, and handed it back to me. Just as I wanted to treasure it, I saw two words written on it: [Dumbass] I froze. Looked up, he was glancing at me disdainfully, sneering. “Brother Lucas!” An excited voice interrupted my thoughts; Sherry’s car had also arrived. The moment she got off, she pounced into his arms in one step: “It’s actually you! Weren’t you filming somewhere else?” Lucas caught her in his arms, spinning her around: “Knowing you’re here, I came specially. Or on a whim, wanted to take this variety show. Which one do you want to hear?” The comments were frantically scrolling: [I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Came specially for you! For you, for you, for you!] [So flirtatious boohoo…] Sherry pouted, frowning as if angry: “Teasing me again!” Lucas smiled and scraped her nose: “Still so easily angered.” I frowned: “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Lucas raised his hand to protect Sherry behind him, giving me a contemptuous smile: “Sherry and I are childhood sweethearts. We’ve supported each other since we were little to get to where we are today. “I hope Ms. Qin doesn’t think everything is dirty just because she herself is dirty.”

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The day before our engagement, my boyfriend suddenly regained his memories. I found out he was an undercover cop before his amnesia. And he had a childhood sweetheart fiancée. She found me, crying her eyes out: “If he had returned safely from that mission, we would have been married.” “Please, give him back to me…” I was silent for a long time, then whispered: “Okay.” I accepted a company transfer and moved to another city. Three years later, I was held hostage at knifepoint on the street. He saved me. As I tried to sneak away, he handcuffed my wrist. His voice was stern: “Planning to leave without saying goodbye again?” 1 Evening. Torrential rain. A sharp dagger pressed against my neck, bringing a damp, sticky pain. Behind me, the vicious criminal shouted: “Don’t move, or I’ll kill you!” That’s how I met Julian again. He was wearing a crisp uniform, side-facing me, talking to his colleagues. Rainwater streamed down his jawline, making his expression even more solemn. A moment later, he started negotiating with the criminal holding me hostage: “What are your demands? Name them.” The criminal’s face was twisted, voice distorted: “I want a wife! You guys give me a wife to bear me a son!” Obviously impossible. The rain poured harder. Negotiators switched rounds. Someone must have said something wrong. The criminal suddenly snapped. He gripped the knife handle tight, screaming: “Since I can’t have a wife, taking a pretty woman to die with me isn’t a loss!” The sharp blade cut into my skin. Severe pain mixed with the fear of death instantly filled my heart. The next second, bang. A bullet tore through the dense rain, hitting the criminal’s forehead. When Julian lowered his gun and strode over to me. I was already clutching my neck wound, swaying as I stood up from the ground. Due to blood loss, my vision went black in waves. I stumbled forward two steps. And fainted into Julian’s arms. I woke up in the hospital. My neck wound was bandaged, the pain still sharp. Julian stood by the bed, his hair soaked from the rain, still dripping water. I rasped: “The little girl I swapped with…” “She’s fine. Her mother protected her well.” Julian stared at me deeply. “The man had a knife. Even if you wanted to save someone, you shouldn’t have risked yourself.” I curled my lips, but the smile vanished quickly as it pulled at the wound. “Sorry. But protecting the weak is human nature. You taught me that, Officer Zhou.” 2 This hostage situation had nothing to do with me. I was just walking home from work and saw the little girl with a knife at her throat, the criminal kissing her hair and shoulders randomly. She was crying in terror. I suddenly remembered Julian. Three years ago, before we broke up. He saved a little boy and got his back smashed by a falling billboard, needing six stitches. In the hospital, I was anxious to the point of tears, poking his forehead and scolding him: “Next time you save someone, can you ensure your own safety first?!” He sat under the light, looking up at me. Lips pale from blood loss. But when he smiled, there was light in his eyes: “Protecting the weak is human nature.” Selfish me was suddenly choked up. Couldn’t say a word. He held my hand, looking into my eyes seriously: “But hurting myself and making you worry is my fault.” “I’m sorry, Sarah.” How much we loved each other then. How messy the breakup was later. Because a few months later, his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, suddenly showed up. I learned Julian was an undercover cop. Exposed during a mission, tortured nearly to death, he managed to escape. But severe injuries caused amnesia. “While he was with you for two years, I was looking for him.” Chloe wept before me, “Please, give him back to me…” She showed me many things. Photos, gifts, rings. Her past with Julian, twenty years of intimacy. So, I ran away. 3 On the day of discharge, Julian and a young cop picked me up. He sat in the back with me, expression solemn. I covered the gauze on my neck, trying to lighten the mood: “People might think I committed a crime, leaving the hospital in a police car.” Julian kept a straight face, tone flat: “No, just going to give a statement.” The young cop took my joke seriously and quickly comforted me: “How could that be, Miss Shen? You risked your life to save someone; the bureau is discussing giving you a bravery award!” “Just an award, no reward?” I smirked. “Like rewarding me with a young, handsome cop as a boyfriend?” In the rearview mirror, the young cop’s ears turned red. He stammered: “Well, we…” Before he could finish, Julian interrupted. He said coldly: “Focus on driving, don’t get distracted.” “Yes, Captain Zhou.” I lowered my eyes and stopped talking. It was noon when the statement was done. Julian went out to handle a sudden case. I was enthusiastically escorted to the door by others, about to leave. Ran straight into a very familiar face. Chloe. She wore a white cheongsam, dressed gently, holding a lunch box. Her quiet smile vanished the moment she saw me. Others greeted her: “Miss Ning, here to bring lunch to Captain Zhou again?” “Captain Zhou is so lucky. Unlike us, coming back late from missions to cold food.” “Is the wedding coming soon?” She lowered her head, seemingly shy: “Getting married soon. We’ll send invitations then.” A fog of emotion rose in my heart. I pursed my lips and walked out quickly. Chloe chased after me. “Sarah Shen.” She blocked my way, looking unhappy: “You promised to return Julian to me.” “Going back on your word now because he became the captain?” “Didn’t go back on it.” I said indifferently, “Wishing you and Julian a happy marriage.” She smiled with satisfaction: “Thanks.” 4 On the way back, the taxi stopped at a red light. I looked out the window. A girl fell, and her boyfriend picked her up, hugging her tightly. Tears fell without warning. Just one drop, and I wiped it away. I suddenly thought of when I knew Julian for seven months. He rejected my confession for the third time, saying he lost his memory, identity unknown, couldn’t give me happiness. But he still accompanied me home to pack. Halfway through, my stepfather came back. Drunk, pouncing on me cursing like many times before. I tried to kick him away but was choked and slapped. Julian, fixing the wardrobe in the inner room, heard the noise and strode out. Grabbed my stepfather’s collar, dragged him off me, and punched him hard. I lay on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Vision blurred, couldn’t even see Julian’s face clearly. “Sarah.” He called me, “Sarah Shen!” I curled my lips: “Ten years, first time someone saved me, Julian.” His expression was indescribably sad as he picked me up from the floor and walked out. “Don’t look back, don’t look.” He covered my eyes. “No need to come back to dangerous places. I’ll handle it for you.” “Sarah Shen, I accept your confession.”

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To save me, my sister defied the rules of the novel world. She refused to spoil the “fake” heir, the protagonist, and instead cared for me, the “real” heir. Every time she was kind to me, the System shocked her with electricity. She said she’d rather be electrocuted to death than not treat her biological brother well. However, the night before I was to give my valedictorian speech, I was kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction site. Thugs took turns humiliating me, broke my limbs, and cut off my tongue. In despair, I accidentally connected to my sister’s System. [Host, you sent your biological brother’s real-time location to the gang and let them torture him to the point of disability. Are you not going to stop it?] My sister’s voice was cold as jade. “No choice! This plot point must happen. I can’t let Alec suffer, can I?” “Anyway, Nate is the destined protagonist of a ‘group pet’ novel. No matter how hurt he gets, he’ll fully recover! Just making the best use of him.” “When everything is over, I’ll treat him doubly well.” My heart died. I stopped resisting death. 1 “Worthy of being the valedictorian, his life is tougher than others.” “Twenty guys already, and he’s still holding on…” In the dark cell, torture devices stained with my blood and flesh were piled high like a small mountain. A burly man grabbed my chin, forcing it up. Seeing me bite my lip until it bled from pain, he laughed maniacally. “Yo, Young Master Nate, after being ‘nourished’ by us brothers, you look even more tender!” His thumb crushed against my lips, then suddenly yanked out the rag stuffed in my mouth. “Speaking of which, we’ve tasted the back enough, I haven’t tried this mouth yet.” “Wonder if it’s any different from those in the clubs?” Before I could curse, someone beside him suggested, “It tastes better with half a tongue.” Sensing their gazes on me, I shrank back in terror. The next second, someone grabbed my hair and pinned me to the ground. A cold light flashed. I covered my mouth and screamed, blood gushing frantically through my fingers. Bone-deep pain hammered my nerves, making me want to bash my head against the wall and die. In a trance, someone pulled my hair up… On the verge of death, I heard a conversation. An inorganic electronic voice: [Sarah, your biological brother Nate is at his limit. If the torture continues, he will 100% break down and die! Stop it!] I suspected I was hallucinating because I was dying. “No!” The one answering was actually my sister! She was the only person in the family who treated me well, yet her tone now seemed so cold. “Nate is the destined protagonist. How could he die so easily?” “Continue, don’t let them hold back! Only if he suffers as miserably as Alec did in his past life can we deceive Fate… Then, Alec can live well.” The System hesitated. Seeing this, my sister immediately added confidently. “He grew up being abused. This is nothing to him… Just making the best use of things!” [You insisted on binding Nate as the designated target for the mission. Now we can only follow through with the mistake.] The mechanical voice sighed helplessly. My sister giggled. “What’s the rush? Nate won’t die anyway! Better to get it all over with at once than double it next time…” My sister’s tone softened, but it stabbed fiercely into my heart. “Who told him to be the only one in this world who can deceive Fate? I didn’t want this either. But only if he takes the death tribulation for Alec can our family be whole and happy forever.” “After all, Alec is also my brother. You can’t ask me to watch him be humiliated and forced to die, right?!” “…I can only be at ease if he is healthy and worry-free in the future.” I spat out a mouthful of blood with a splat. My heart burned to ashes from the pain. So I was just a tool my sister used to help someone else survive a death sentence. “Tch, what a buzzkill! His face is all bloody…” Several muscular men surrounded me, laid me flat on the iron bed, and started touching me all over. Two needles were stabbed fiercely into my chest. “Damn, if the valedictorian wears this to give his speech tomorrow, haha, if discovered, everyone will know what a sl*t he is!” “Take more photos, we can publish a photobook later.” 2 A man set up an HD camera, aiming it at my face. Amidst dense waves of pain, I was torn apart. Over and over. It was too terrifying, too painful. And the one inflicting this inhuman suffering was the pillar who supported my struggles in the past—my biological sister, Sarah. “Valedictorian, guess why…” “Why no matter where you hid in school or how you ran, we could always catch you?” A man bit my ear. And tore it hard. In severe pain, I recalled the nightmare-like footsteps and shadows from before. Connecting it to the inexplicable conversation just now. I understood. And despaired even more. “Seeing how hard you worked to serve us brothers, I’ll be merciful and tell you—” “It’s the family tracking app you bound with your parents at your welcome banquet.” I couldn’t stop shaking. My heart was filled with sorrow and desolation. I never thought that when I called my family for help, they would sell me out. We shared unbreakable blood ties, yet they treated me like an enemy. Even my only exception, my sister… [Warning! Protagonist Nate’s life value is too low. The world may collapse at any time!] The System buzzed frequently. I heard it, a sliver of hope remaining in my heart. No matter what, she wouldn’t drag the whole world down to be buried with her and Alec, right? My sister spoke, her words resonant and cold. “System, shut up! Just one castration away from complete liberation.” “How can we stop at such a critical moment?!” “If we stop, Alec will have to suffer through it alive. He definitely won’t be able to take it and die! Then our family won’t be complete anymore… and all my previous efforts will be in vain. Absolutely not!!” Even the mechanical lifeform was shocked. 3 [Enough! What does Alec’s life or death have to do with him?] [How long has he been back in this family? He’s been grinded down layer by layer of flesh and bone!] [If we talk about owing, you owe him… Why torture a victim?] My sister was in extreme pain. Her expression crazy and twisted, she screamed hysterically. “Do you think I don’t know?!” “But only he can survive this certain death situation!” “Since we’ve held on until now, it’s better for him to be crippled than for Alec to die miserably!” “And Nate is the protagonist, he won’t die!” “I’m preserving the wholeness of our family, don’t you understand?!” She roared, wiping her face after venting. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave him to die.” “After he takes the death tribulation for Alec, I’ll call 911. Even if he needs a catheter and is depressed for life, I’ll raise him well!” If it comes to that, is living still living? My heart went completely cold. I closed my eyes, no longer receiving the physical pain inflicted by others. …Forget it, no one cares about me. It’s not a pity to die. I completely lost the will to live, letting my soul fall infinitely. Into the abyss. [Damn it! Go save him! He’s stopped breathing!] The System went crazy too, starting to shout loudly. I couldn’t hear my sister’s voice. As if I had blocked out this relative who once said she only loved me but hurt me the deepest. [Enough, stop! Why won’t you let him go? A corpse?!] [Crazy, crazy, all crazy!] [Stop it!!] [Nate, Nate, you can’t die… can’t die!] The noise upset me. Using the last bit of strength I squeezed out, I lifted my eyelids. I saw myself, broken into pieces. The “people” in the room were still laughing hideously, even bringing in hyenas from somewhere. I watched them play. Desolation rose in my heart. My sister finally arrived late, breaking down the door with people. 4 Her face was pale as a sheet. She threw herself in front of me. “Nate, don’t be afraid… Sis is here! You must not die…” When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was wearing an oxygen mask, tubes all over my body. Only my eyelids could barely move. Teachers and classmates I hadn’t seen for months came to visit with flowers and fruit. Seeing me turn from the envy of everyone into a invalid waiting to die in bed in such a short time. They all sighed, unbearable. “This is too tragic. Can’t speak, can’t write. How will he live in the future?” “Nate was this year’s valedictorian! Now those Ivy Leagues are silent…” “Sigh, today was supposed to be his most glorious day.” “…Nate’s sister, you must not let those villains go!” A complex heartache flashed in Sarah’s eyes. To me, and to everyone present, she promised. “Don’t worry, I will definitely make those damned devils pay!!” Her voice triggered my biggest nightmare, making me tremble reflexively. “Beep beep beep—Warning! Warning!!” “I said the patient needs rest, why are you stimulating him?” The nurse rushed in, silencing the emergency alarm soaring with my heart rate. My sister looked at me confusedly, explaining helplessly. “Nate is my dearest brother! How could I stimulate him?” “Besides, when he was stalked by perverts before, he could only sleep peacefully hearing my voice, lying on my lap while I rubbed his temples…” Hearing this, I felt even more ironic. Those days when she was my only salvation are gone forever. After all, she’s the one who said she only loved me but caused me to become this ghost-like state. It makes me sick and painful. The life support equipment flashed red repeatedly, and I was pushed into the emergency room. Sarah muttered uneasily repeatedly. “He’ll definitely live, right? He definitely won’t know…” At noon, I came out of the emergency room and heard the ward TV broadcasting local news. Alec gave the speech at my alma mater in my place, looking glorious. Blinding, piercing… “Hahaha, half-dead from being screwed by men, can’t even speak. How does it feel?” The fake heir suddenly barged in, smiling triumphantly, “Your dearest sister did all this for me.” I pretended to be indifferent.

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As soon as I walked out of the SAT exam hall, I was dragged into a dark interrogation room by the police. Officers found cheating tools sewn into my clothes. And in a nearby hotel, they arrested the “gunman” (a hired test-taker) who was collaborating with me. The moment the gunman saw me, he identified me as the buyer. He voluntarily confessed to the crime and detailed the financial transactions between us. The evidence was undeniable, and it was broadcast all over the internet. Overnight, I went from being hailed as a genius scholar by the media to a prisoner. My parents tried to appeal but failed. Unable to withstand the cyberbullying, they died tragically at home. Not long after receiving the news of their deaths, I died of a heart attack. Until my last breath, I didn’t understand. I clearly did nothing, so why did all the evidence point to me cheating? When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the eve of the SATs. 1 “Elena, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get your ID out to check in.” My best friend Lana’s voice rang in my ear. I shuddered violently. I was in a hotel lobby, and the clock on the wall behind the reception desk showed the date as June 6th. Lana nudged me. “Why are you still spacing out? ID!” The shove finally made me realize I had been reborn. In my past life, because the exam center was too far from home, we were worried about traffic jams on the day of the SATs. So the night before, Lana and I checked into a hotel less than a hundred meters from the exam center. On the last day of the exams, as soon as I walked out, I was arrested for cheating. And the gunman who provided me with answers was hiding in the room I stayed in. “Elena, why are you so slow today? The receptionist is waiting!” Saying that, Lana eagerly reached into my bag to grab my ID. I grabbed her hand. “I’m not staying.” Lana frowned and complained. “Elena, why are you like this? Do you know how much effort I put into booking this hotel?” “No, you have to stay!” I looked at Lana in confusion, puzzled. She usually had a gentle temperament and spoke softly, so why was she being so pushy today? I forced a smile. “Lana, you know I have trouble sleeping in a strange bed. I might stay awake all night in the hotel, which would affect my performance tomorrow.” “So I thought about it and decided to go home. Worst case, I’ll just get up earlier tomorrow. I’m really sorry.” Lana covered her mouth and laughed. “I was just teasing you; you actually took it seriously?” “Then think carefully. Rooms are super hard to book before the SATs. If you cancel now and change your mind later, there won’t be any rooms left.” I nodded, insisting on going home. “Then call an Uber yourself. I’m going to the room to review.” I watched her enter the elevator and hailed a cab. “Driver, to the nearest internet cafe.” 2 Everything in my past life happened too fast, exploding and vanishing like fireworks. Why were cheating tools found on me? Where did the evidence provided by the gunman come from? And who wanted to harm me, and why? These questions were like a fog in my mind. I might never find out the truth in this life, but at least I could avoid this disaster. That is, by not taking the SATs, so I couldn’t go home. I had to go to a place open 24 hours, where I could stay and which had surveillance. An internet cafe was perfect. The driver quickly took me to one. I paid for two consecutive days. After finding a seat, I binge-watched variety shows and dramas. When hungry, I ate instant noodles from the cafe; when sleepy, I slept a bit. But as soon as I fell asleep, images of my past life surfaced, and I’d wake up startled. This repeated until 5 PM on the third day. Just as I closed my eyes. A pop-up appeared on the webpage. [Breaking News: A candidate was caught cheating in the SATs in South City. The suspect has fled the exam center, and police are in hot pursuit!] I had a bad premonition. Just as I was about to click on the pop-up, the computer screen went black. Complaints erupted in the internet cafe. “Admin, what’s going on? Why did the computers go black!” “Sorry everyone, the circuit breaker probably tripped. I’ll go reset it now. Please be patient.” Not long after, sirens wailed outside. 3 Several police officers rushed in and surrounded me. They flashed their badges. “Elena Chen, you run fast. In the blink of an eye, you ran to an internet cafe!” I asked confusedly, “May I ask what this is about?” The officer snapped, “Still playing dumb? You cheated on the SATs, and we’re arresting you!” For a moment, my brain almost lost the ability to think. “Me… cheated?” Amidst my confusion, Lana and my childhood sweetheart boyfriend, Sean, rushed in. Lana panted as she spoke up for me, “Elena couldn’t have cheated. You have to believe in her character. Besides, she’s already been guaranteed admission.” Sean squeezed through the crowd, shielding me. “Yeah, officer, she has no reason to take this risk. Could there be a misunderstanding?” The students who followed them to watch the drama sneered, “Does her innocence depend entirely on your words? If so, why do we need police?” “Exactly! I think you’re accomplices. Suggest arresting them all for investigation.” Lana got anxious. “Elena, explain quickly. I’m dying of anxiety.” Surrounded by noise, my mind went blank. Seeing my silence, Lana’s eyes went from determined to doubtful. “Elena, you didn’t really cheat, did you?” Her voice was small, but loud enough for those around to hear. They started pointing fingers. “Oh my god, cheating on the SATs when checks are so strict these days? Some people really aren’t afraid of death.” “This girl seems to be the top scholar from my friend’s school. I’ve seen her on their honor roll. Tsk tsk, turns out it was all fake!” “Pretending to be smart usually, afraid of being exposed in the SATs, so she risked cheating.” “Heard her parents are master teachers at the school. Even a teacher’s daughter cheated; do her parents have the face to live? They might as well die!” The insults in my ears sent chills down my spine. But clearly, I had been in the internet cafe since last night and never left. How could I be suspected of cheating? My voice trembled involuntarily. “Officer, but I didn’t take the SATs, so how could I cheat?” The officer laughed in anger. “You say you didn’t take the SATs? You really won’t cry until you see the coffin.” “Come back to the station with us; I’ll show you the evidence!” 4 Handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists. I hugged the chair tightly, shouting, “I really didn’t take the SATs. If you don’t believe me, ask the people here, check the surveillance!” “Still making excuses, huh? Fine, I’ll check now, so you can give up hope!” The officer immediately asked the surrounding onlookers. “Can anyone testify that she has been here online since last night and hasn’t left?” I looked at them expectantly. But they all shook their heads. “Officer, we’re here to game. Who pays attention to who’s sitting next to them?” “I just got here. How would I know when she arrived? I have no impression.” “Officer, testifying means going to the station to register, right? Don’t make it hard for us. If my parents find out I sneaked out to game, they’ll skin me alive.” I panicked. “If they can’t testify, there’s surveillance!” The admin ran over apologetically. “Officer, I’m really sorry. Just now, a high-voltage surge burned out the storage device, and all surveillance footage is lost.” I looked at her in disbelief. “Impossible, how could it break so coincidentally? I want to see for myself.” She led me to the monitor. The words “Disk Error” stung my eyes. I asked her like clutching the last straw, “Sister, you registered me last night. Do you remember me?” The admin nodded, then shook her head. “Sorry, I’m face-blind and really can’t remember faces.” At this, I felt like I was in an ice cave, trembling all over. The admin pointed at the small red flower on my clothes. “Didn’t you just rush in from outside? I can’t remember faces, but I remember this red flower on your collar. It’s particularly eye-catching.” I got extremely agitated. “You’re lying! I’ve been sitting in my seat the whole time, nowhere else!” The officer sneered. “Elena Chen, stop quibbling. Your cheating tool is hidden in this eye-catching red flower!” Saying that, he picked up scissors, cut off the red flower, tore it open, and indeed, an electronic device was hidden inside. My eyes widened, utterly shocked. In my past life, an identical electronic device was found in my clothes. This moment seemed to pull me back to my past life. I screamed in terror, “This isn’t mine!” At the same time, Lana screamed, “Elena, isn’t this that?” Sean looked disappointed. “Elena, I can’t believe you would do such a thing.” Seeing their reactions, I seemed to lose all strength instantly. “So you saw me in the exam hall too?” They both nodded. I only saw darkness, and Sean’s hollow, desperate voice rang in my ears. “Elena, your best option now is to confess and seek leniency, understand?” “We’ll take care of your parents 24/7, don’t worry.”

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