Author: Momo Chan

My period was late for three months, and suddenly, I gave birth to a cute little snow leopard. Looking at my boyfriend’s guilty expression, I smiled gently. “Honey,” I said sweetly, “how many more surprises are you hiding from Daddy?” 1 Staring at the tiny, fluffy ball of a snow leopard curled up in the stroller, I took deep breath after deep breath. Finally, I felt calm enough to speak. I looked at the man hanging his head like a thief caught red-handed. “Leo,” I said, “you better come up with an explanation that earns you a key back into this house.” Leo’s head drooped lower, his two round, white ears twitching nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think the cub would be born without the ability to shapeshift.” My fist clenched. “Is that the point?” “Isn’t it?” Seeing my expression darken, he quickly added, “Only cubs are this dumb! I’m not dumb! I shapeshifted super fast!” I grabbed a throw pillow, ready to smack him. “Don’t you dare tell me our child’s IQ comes from you!” 2 I never thought I’d have a kid this soon. To be precise, I didn’t even know I was pregnant. Can someone explain how a three-month late period turns into a baby? Or, well, a cub? How did I get pregnant? And how did I give birth so fast? 3 Here’s what happened. Last night, my stomach started hurting. I thought, finally, Aunt Flo is here. I was about to make some hot chocolate to celebrate when Leo panicked and rushed me to the hospital. I thought he was being dramatic. Until the doctor didn’t ask questions, didn’t run tests, and wheeled me straight into the delivery room. Seeing Leo locked outside, telling me not to be nervous, I started to panic for real. I kept explaining, “I’m just having cramps! My period is late!” They ignored me completely, methodically preparing for… a delivery. I was changed into a gown, lying on the table with zero dignity, listening to them report “maternal vitals.” I made one last struggle: “No, really, it’s just late…” Wait. Something felt wrong. Was I… actually pregnant?! 4 When I painlessly birthed a kitten-sized snow leopard, my first thought wasn’t to doubt myself or the world. It was to look at the medical staff. I expected screams. Horror. Panic. There was none. Not only were they not scared, they were cooing over the cub, who hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. I vaguely heard their hushed, excited whispers. “Why is the snow leopard cub so cute?” “Way cuter than his dad.” Great. Either I’m dreaming, or the world is ending. Exhausted, I took one last look at the cub surrounded by adoring fans and passed out. Good news: I woke up in a hospital room, not the delivery room. Bad news: I wasn’t dreaming. 5 The more I thought about it, the fishier it got. The past few months, I’d been moody and had no appetite. Leo had been patiently finding all sorts of foods to coax me into eating. It was hard not to suspect he knew I was pregnant all along. I grabbed Leo by his round ears. “You knew I was pregnant, didn’t you?” Leo has a gorgeous face and stands at 6’3″. A walking hormone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been tricked. Only after being tricked did I realize his brain operates on a different frequency than normal humans. Leo covered his other ear, nodding pitifully. You feel wronged? “Then why didn’t you tell me?” Does he know the trauma of being wheeled into a delivery room for period cramps? And then birthing a snow leopard?! Does he know how much I doubted reality?! Leo nuzzled my hand apologetically. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like him. But even though he can’t shapeshift yet, he loves you very much.” I stroked his ear, forcing myself to push him away. “What mother wouldn’t like her own child?” Even if it’s not a human child, but a snow leopard cub. Sleeping on his stomach… he really is cute. If I hadn’t birthed him, I’d love him even more. Seeing the hope in Leo’s eyes, I added, “However, the child’s father is a different story. I like him significantly less right now.” The light in his eyes went out. His ears drooped lifelessly. 6 I reached out and touched his head, expressionless. “So you’re a snow leopard too?” Leo nodded. Great. I need a cookie to calm down. I slept with an endangered species. Is that a crime? Seeing my silence, he added, “But no one else knows. My security measures are excellent…” His voice trailed off. I scoffed. “Excellent? So excellent that your Daddy here—” “Let Uncle see the cute little leopard!” The ward door burst open, and a crowd of people in white coats swarmed in. Their expressions were… a bit perverted. Especially the guy in front, practically diving onto the crib. He looked human enough, but his expression was weird. I looked at Leo. “Your brother?” He shook his head immediately. “He’s a leopard (panther), not as good-looking as me.” I almost choked. What leopard? Was the world I lived in before fake? Suddenly, my head hurt. Was I growing a brain? 7 Leo got nervous. “What’s wrong, Evie? Are you okay? Dr. You, come here!” Wait, that leopard is named Dr. You? Dr. You leaned over the crib. “Don’t panic. She has Postpartum Reality Dysmorphia.” Such a long name. Leo looked dumbfounded. “Is it serious?” He hugged me, choking up. “I’m sorry, Evie. I made you suffer. I’ll stay with you forever…” His crying made my ears ring. My head spun more. Dr. You rolled his eyes. “Loosen your grip. You’re crushing her. It’s not terminal.” “Did you seriously not tell her your true identity before?” A girl in the crowd chimed in, “No wonder she looked like she doubted the world after giving birth yesterday.” I recognized that voice. The one who called the cub cute in the delivery room. Okay. I’m not dreaming. The world has gone mad! I pushed Leo away and met the gaze of the white-coated crowd… staring at Leo. He scratched his head. “I was too happy being with Evie, I forgot…” My eye roll couldn’t be held back. “You’re not a goldfish. How can your memory be that bad?” Someone in the crowd whispered weakly, “Um… us fish actually have pretty good memories.” “…” I almost choked on my spit. Just as I was about to apologize to the fish-bro, someone challenged him. “Good memory? Recite the multiplication table then.” Fish-bro got angry. “Dead toad! Go croak in the field, not in the hospital!” Toad-bro snapped back. “You’re the toad! I’m a Golden Toad!” “I’m not a toad, I’m a Chinese Paddlefish, critically endangered! What are you?” Leo roared, “Quiet! You’re disturbing Evie! Get out, or I’ll eat you one by one!” Silence for a few seconds. The white coats vanished instantly. “Evie, did they disturb you?” I was enjoying the show. I looked at him unhappily. “You disturbed me.” 8 “You like listening to me talk to you.” Leo propped his head on the bed, looking at me. With that face right in front of me, my heart took a critical hit. I sinned. I reached out my sinful hand and rubbed his ears. Leo nuzzled my hand obediently. Oh my god. I want to do unspeakable things to him! Maybe my gaze was too hot. Leo looked up, laughter spilling from his beautiful blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed me. “Hey! Watch the PDA!” Dr. You’s heartbroken voice made me blush. Leo was thick-skinned. He retorted, “Why haven’t you left? Have some shame! Why are you watching this?” I buried my face in Leo’s chest, silently agreeing. “If I don’t come, are you going to cure your mate’s Postpartum Reality Dysmorphia?” Leo was silent for a few seconds, then shouted, “Then cure her quickly! You said you were a great doctor!” “It’s a mental block! Any normal human who finds out demons exist would doubt reality!” I lifted my head. “Demons? Demon what?” Dr. You looked vindicated. “See? The dysmorphia is getting worse.”

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On the day of my wedding to my adopted brother, I woke up five years in the past—right back to the day I first confessed my love to him. Standing before me, the younger version of my brother politely rejected me, his voice cool and detached. “I only see you as a sister.” I smiled faintly. “Alright then. But remember, whoever regrets this first has to bark like a dog for the rest of their life.” He looked calm. “I won’t regret it.” If I hadn’t seen you five years later, kneeling on the ground, weeping and begging me to come back, I might have actually believed you. Keep pretending. Let’s see who breaks first, you dramatic hypocrite. 1 [Delete this message. I’ll pretend I never saw it.] I stared at the text from Liam on my screen. I scrolled up to the message I had sent three minutes ago: [Liam, I like you. I don’t want to be just your sister.] I lowered my eyes, typing back nonchalantly. [Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?] Sure enough, a moment later, Liam’s reply came through. It was the exact same polite rejection line from my past life. [I only see you as a sister.] Looking at those words, I couldn’t help but chuckle. How did I respond last time? Oh right, I didn’t. I was too busy crying my eyes out in a corner. Back then, I felt ashamed of my “forbidden” feelings. I felt angry and guilty for crossing a line. But what I didn’t know back then was that I wasn’t the only one harboring these feelings. Liam was just better at hiding them. He was calm, restrained, and obsessed with maintaining the boundaries of a “good brother.” He chose to suppress and ignore the love that shouldn’t exist. My enthusiastic attempts were met with his cold shoulder, time and time again. I was the only one left suffering, whipping myself with moral guilt. Later, when he finally turned around to face his feelings, he realized he shouldn’t have run. So, we ended up getting married. Today was supposed to be that wedding. But instead of walking down the aisle, I woke up five years in the past. It took me exactly ten minutes to accept that I had time-traveled. The current Liam has no idea that I know his secret. He’s still using every trick in the book to push me away, acting cold to make me give up. I figured this must be fate. The pain I once suffered? Liam deserves to feel it too. The text bubble on the screen showed he was typing. I beat him to it. [Fine. Just don’t regret it.] [Whoever regrets this has to be the other person’s puppy for life.] It took a long time before Liam replied. [Never.] I scoffed and tossed my phone onto the pillow. Keep acting tough. No one puts on a show quite like you. 2 When I went downstairs the next morning, Liam was already busy in the kitchen. After his parents died in a car accident, my parents took him in. He’s been with us for over ten years. We share no blood, but our lives are inextricably tied. Like right now. Despite the awkwardness of the rejected confession, he was still up early making me breakfast. I couldn’t help it. I’ve been eating his cooking for a decade; it’s a habit. “I won’t be home for lunch or dinner,” I said, taking a bite of a sandwich while leaning against the doorframe. “I’m hanging out with friends this afternoon.” He kept his head down, frying an egg. I couldn’t tell if he heard me. All morning, he seemed to be avoiding me. He stayed in the kitchen, busy with god knows what. It wasn’t until I was changing my shoes in the entryway that he walked out of the living room holding an umbrella. “The forecast says rain. Take this.” He looked like the perfect, responsible older brother again. As if yesterday’s cold rejection was just my hallucination. I smiled at him. “Okay.” I pushed the door open, then turned back. “By the way, Brother.” Meeting his gaze, I kept my tone breezy. “I thought about it last night before bed. You’re right.” “I’ve never dated anyone, so I probably confused familial love with romance.” “Sorry for making things awkward, Bro.” Liam’s grip on the umbrella handle tightened visibly. After a long pause, he said flatly, “I’m glad you understand.” I pretended not to notice his tension. I patted his shoulder, leaning in close. My warm breath brushed against his neck. “I need to clear out my desk at school since we graduated. There are still a few boxes of books. I’ll need your help later, okay?” The Karaoke room was deafening. Maya sat next to me, handing me a boba tea. “Why did you come today? You usually hate these loud gatherings.” I chewed on the straw, shaking my head with a smile. “Just felt like it.” Liam was strict with me. Curfews. Reporting my location. If I didn’t reply for a few hours, he’d call. If I was late, his car would be waiting down the street. In my past life, I was afraid of making him angry, so I was obedient. Now that I think about it… that wasn’t brotherly concern. That was possessiveness. And he had the nerve to play the “sibling card.” You don’t know pain until the knife cuts you. “Won’t your brother be mad?” Maya worried. “Last time we stayed out past midnight, his face was terrifying when he picked you up.” I swirled my drink casually. “Why would he be mad?” I put on a faint smile. “He’s not my real brother anyway.” Liam is three years older than me. By the time I turned eighteen, he was already in college. When we were kids, our parents were always traveling for business. The job of raising me basically fell to him and the nanny. In a way, Liam raised me. My feelings for him were obvious to everyone. Yet he insisted on being the untouchable saint. Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it? 3 When Liam arrived at the high school, it was already evening. The hallways were crowded with parents helping their kids move out. Standing at 6’1″, he stood out in the crowd. Even my homeroom teacher recognized him. “Here to help your sister move?” Liam smiled politely. “Yes.” He had graduated from this same school. Same teacher, too. The teacher led him to my desk. “She’s moved most of her stuff. Just a few boxes of books left.” Liam nodded thanks and crouched down to organize them. The boxes were filled with old test papers and reference books. And my notebook. He flipped it open casually, seeing my handwriting. He could almost picture me sitting in class, taking notes seriously. He flipped a few more pages. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something tucked between the pages. He pulled it out. It was a stack of sticky notes, covered in handwriting. Obviously notes passed during class. Liam frowned slightly. Beside him, the teacher chuckled. “By the way, now that your sister has graduated, dating is allowed, right?” Liam froze. “She’s dating?” The teacher waved a hand, teasing. “You know how kids are during puberty, hiding their crushes. We teachers see it, but we don’t burst their bubble since they need to focus on exams.” “But exams are over. Let them be.” Liam smiled but said nothing. Once the teacher left, he looked down at the notes again. Intuition told him the handwriting wasn’t from a girl. Liam narrowed his eyes. He looked up at the wall where the model essays were posted. He compared the handwriting one by one until his gaze landed on the last sheet. Signed: Josh. He turned to look at the back wall where the class photos from Sports Day were hanging. Second row, first on the left: Josh. He scanned the faces until he found the boy. And standing right next to him, smiling brilliantly, was me—Chloe. After singing a song, my phone vibrated. A text from Liam: [Moved your stuff home.] I replied: [Okay, thanks Bro~ Don’t touch my stuff, or I won’t be able to find anything later~] He replied instantly: [Left it exactly as it was on your desk.] [What time are you coming back?] I sent a voice message: “Dunno. Maybe eleven?” Immediately, Liam called. His voice sounded a bit raspy over the phone. “Send me your location later. I’ll pick you up tonight.” I refused quickly. “No need, that’s too much trouble.” Silence on the other end. Then, a cool voice: “Not trouble. I’m on the way.” On the way? We were twenty miles apart. I didn’t expose his lie. Just then, Josh, our class monitor who organized the party, asked me, “Chloe, what do you want to eat tonight?” I laughed. “Anything works. You pick.” Liam’s voice on the phone suddenly turned strange. “You’re at a party… with boys?” I laughed. “Yeah, it’s a class reunion.” Liam asked casually, “What’s his name?” “You wouldn’t know him, Brother.” “How do you know I won’t know him if you don’t say it?” I waved Josh over and handed him the phone. “Tell my brother your name.” Josh, bless his clueless heart, grinned. He took the phone and announced loudly: “Hello, Big Bro! I’m Josh!” 4 Liam stood downstairs at his dorm, staring at his phone. Why hadn’t Chloe posted on her Instagram Story yet? She usually documented everything when she went out. His roommate, Zack, couldn’t stand it anymore. “Liam, I’m talking to you. Did you hear a word I said?” Liam looked up, frowning. “What?” Zack sighed. “So I was talking to a wall. I said, if you’re sleeping in the dorm tonight, remember to top up the electricity card.” Liam was distracted. “I’m not staying. Just grabbing something.” Seeing him glued to his phone, Zack leaned over and saw the chat with me. “Oh, going home today?” Liam lowered his eyes. “Yeah. My sister is out late. I’m picking her up.” Zack patted his shoulder sympathetically. “You act like her dad and her mom combined.” “If you ask me, you should let her get a boyfriend. Take the load off your shoulders…” Before he could finish, the temperature around them dropped. Zack looked up into Liam’s cold eyes. “I introduce one?” Liam smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “Who? You?” Zack, blind without his glasses, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I mean, it’s not a bad idea. I’ve seen your sister…” Liam scoffed. “You? You’re shorter than me, not as fit as me, failed a class last semester, and probably won’t get into grad school.” “Why would I introduce my sister to you?” Zack almost cried. “Dude! If you don’t want to, just say so. No need for personal attacks!” Liam walked away, his temples throbbing. He felt irritable. Ever since he rejected Chloe, it felt like the whole world was against him. After dinner, we went to a Murder Mystery game. It didn’t end until midnight. Josh, being the class monitor, had been forced to drink a lot. He was wasted. Helping him out of the elevator, someone asked the crucial question. “Does anyone know where he lives?” Silence. Maya sighed. “No choice. Let’s book him a hotel room for the night. Make him reimburse us tomorrow.” Everyone pulled out their phones to check prices. “Book a King Room here. It’s showing $60 for me.” “Damn, mine says $75. Where did you get that coupon?” I checked my app and paused. “Why is it showing $45 for me?” “Use your phone then!” everyone urged. “Stupid dynamic pricing algorithms!” Liam’s car was parked across the street. He watched Chloe and her friends come downstairs. She was standing next to a drunk boy who was being supported by others. Liam frowned. A taxi stopped in front of them. The group stuffed the drunk boy inside. He thought that was it. But then, Chloe opened the door and got in too. Liam: “?” Just as he was about to get out and stop her, his phone vibrated. A system notification text. Reading the words, the blood rushed to his head. [Dear Ms. Li, you have successfully booked 1 Honeymoon Suite.]

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I was eight months pregnant when I dropped by Julian’s office to drop off some files. It was a scorching 115°F heatwave. I went to turn on the AC, but his secretary blocked me. “Vivian, my Aunt Flo is in town. I get chills easily. We can’t turn on the AC.” Worried about heatstroke harming my unborn child, I shot her a look and flipped the switch anyway. That evening, Julian came home from a business dinner, furious. “Sienna is on her period! Did you know that 38 minutes and 19 seconds of cold air sent her to the ICU with severe cramps?” “Julian, are you drunk? Do you think I’ve never had a period? If I got heatstroke, you’d lose both me and the baby. Are you insane?” Julian pulled a grim smile and nodded. “I’m confused, am I? You’re right.” That night, he coaxed me to sleep as usual. But when I woke up, I was inside a glass-walled industrial freezer. Surrounding the glass were his rich, sycophantic friends, laughing. Outside the glass, Julian had his arm around Sienna’s waist, smiling at me. “Afraid of heatstroke? Today, I’ll help you cool off.” My heart sank. I calmly pulled out my phone, snapped photos of every single one of them, and dialed a number. “Dad, I don’t want these people to see tomorrow’s sun.” Chapter 1 When I hung up, the crowd outside paused for a second. Then, the room erupted in raucous laughter. “Vivian, your dad was thrown into international waters to feed the sharks six months ago! Did the cold freeze your brain, or were you always this stupid?” “She still thinks she’s the Vance family heiress? Even daydreams shouldn’t be this wild.” Julian listened to his lackeys mock me, a look of smug satisfaction in his eyes. He took off his mink coat and gently draped it over Sienna’s shoulders. Pulling her close, he walked slowly up to the glass wall. He tapped the glass with his index finger. “Vivian, are you cold? Do you know you were wrong yet?” A massive red digital thermometer showed the temperature was dropping rapidly. It was already -58°F. I was wrapped in nothing but the thin silk pajamas I’d worn to bed. I was shivering violently. The skin touching the floor was turning purple and numb, sending sharp, needle-like pains through my body. I stumbled toward Julian and Sienna, slamming my fist against the glass. “Julian, what did I do wrong?! It was 115 degrees inside! Is it a crime to turn on the AC? Pregnant women overheat easily—if I got heatstroke, two lives would be lost!” The sudden burst of anger triggered a cramping pain in my lower abdomen. I clutched my stomach and crouched down, glaring at Julian with bloodshot eyes. “Julian, let me out! You know how much I suffered to keep this baby. I can’t lose him!” A flicker of unreadable emotion passed through Julian’s eyes. He knew the pain better than anyone. Years ago, an accident left Julian with fertility issues. For eight years, I endured needles the length of a forearm piercing my body thousands of times just so we could have this child. Eight months of careful bed rest, guarding this life like a fragile gem. Once, he broke a maid’s arm just because the brown sugar water she brought me wasn’t warm enough. Now, for the sake of Sienna’s “cramps,” he threw me into a freezer without hesitation. Bitterness flooded my mouth. I was about to speak again when Sienna ripped off the mink coat Julian had just given her. She looked at him with teary, puppy-dog eyes. “Julian, let Vivian out. She’s delicate; she can’t handle this. Unlike a poor girl like me… I didn’t even dare complain when I fainted from the cold in that AC room…” Fainted from the cold? I only ran the AC for half an hour. When I left the office, she was giggling on the phone, making plans to go clubbing that night! I opened my mouth to explain, but Julian’s expression darkened instantly. “Someone go in there and strip her coat off! She thinks she’s delicate? Today, I’ll teach her what it feels like to be ‘poor’!” He bent down to pick up the mink coat. While tenderly wrapping it back around Sienna, he looked at me with cold, dead eyes. “You can come out when you admit your mistake! The doctor said my son is perfectly healthy. Don’t use the baby as an excuse to avoid punishment!” He scooped Sienna up into his arms, his voice dripping with affection. “Sienna, you’re on your period, you shouldn’t be standing on the cold floor. Stay in my arms today. Let’s see who dares say a word about it!” Chapter 2 The moment Julian sat down with Sienna in his lap, a group of men rushed in, grinning maliciously. I clutched my pajamas tight, shrinking into the corner. But a pregnant woman is no match for the strength of several men. Riiip. My thin pajamas were torn in half. Instantly, the freezing air invaded every pore of my body. They stripped me down to my underwear, laughing as they walked out. “Julian, you eat well, man! The wife’s got curves in all the right places!” “Thanks for letting us ‘take care’ of the missus, Julian!” I curled into a ball, wearing only my intimates. My warm skin stuck to the freezing floor. Every time I moved, a layer of skin tore off. The stinging pain of ripped flesh pierced my heart. Bright red blood began to ooze from the torn skin, shockingly vibrant against the sterile white of the freezer. Julian noticed. He put Sienna down and walked to the glass. He stared at the trickle of blood slowly reaching the toe of his shoe. Just as he was about to speak, Sienna ran up behind him. She touched the glass where the blood was pooling, her voice trembling. “Vivian… just apologize. Julian has so many friends here. If you don’t apologize, he can’t back down…” I stared daggers at her. “Why should I apologize! I saw you enjoying that AC just fine! You were even planning to go to the club…” Hearing this, Julian looked at Sienna with a flash of suspicion. But before I could finish, Sienna slapped herself hard across the face. Thud. She dropped to her knees. She grabbed Julian’s hand, sobbing. “Julian! I can’t bear to see Vivian suffer like this. If she won’t apologize, I’ll kneel here with her!” Seeing her on her knees, the suspicion in Julian’s eyes vanished. He quickly pulled her up, then looked at me with pure disgust. “Vivian, you are spoiled rotten. All these years, Sienna has swallowed her pride around you. Now, when it’s clearly your fault, she’s suffering for my sake to save face. You don’t deserve her kindness!” “Today, I’m going to fix that princess attitude of yours! If you don’t apologize, don’t even think about coming out!” He waved his hand at the men behind him. “Go get more ice blocks. Wall her in! And pour water over the ice—make sure she’s stuck to it!” Just then, a young girl in the back tugged on his sleeve. “Julian… adding water to ice will glue human skin to it. If she moves, it’ll rip the flesh right off. She’s heavily pregnant… something bad could happen…” Julian’s hand froze in mid-air. Silence fell. Then, a soft whimper came from behind him. “Julian, forget it… the ICU wasn’t as bad as you think…” Sienna’s words hardened his resolve instantly. He dropped his hand and barked: “Do exactly as I said!” Chapter 3 The girl tried to protest again, but Julian waved her off dismissively. “This little bit of suffering is nothing compared to what Sienna went through. I have an ambulance on standby outside. What could go wrong?” Hearing this, the girl didn’t dare speak again. Under orders, the men brought in blocks of ice. They grabbed me by my hair and built a wall of ice around me, boxing me in. Then, a bucket of freezing water was dumped over my head. Instantly, my skin fused to the ice like superglue. The bone-chilling cold seeped into my marrow. I checked the time. I had been in there for at least five hours. My limbs were turning black and purple. Desperate to protect the baby, I tried to shift my position within the ice trap. But every tiny movement tore a patch of skin from my body. The movements inside my belly were getting weaker and weaker. Ignoring the agonizing pain of tearing flesh, I shifted my body, curling around my stomach to keep it in the warmest spot I could find. The clear ice blocks were slowly stained red with my blood. By the time I settled, the ice surrounding me was a gruesome crimson. The laughter outside died down. Even the sycophants were silenced by the bloody scene. I screamed through the red-stained glass at Julian. “Julian! If anything happens to this child, you—his own father—are the murderer! I will pray to his spirit every single day that you die a horrible death!” Julian’s gaze wavered. He stepped closer, trying to see through the blood-smeared glass. Suddenly, a shout broke the silence. “Julian! My dad says a plane just appeared on the Vance family’s private flight path!” Julian’s face went pale. He slammed his fist against the glass, roaring at me. “Vivian, what does this mean?! You think you can use the Vance name to scare me forever?!” Before I could answer, Sienna stepped up, rubbing Julian’s back soothingly. She looked at me, her expression a mix of grievance and accusation. “Vivian, if you don’t want to apologize, fine. But why torture Julian like this? You know how much he suffered when your father was alive. Now that Mr. Vance is gone and the family assets are sold off, what’s the point of this charade?” She took Julian’s hand. “Forget it, Julian. Let her out. If something happens to the baby, we’ll look like the bad guys. It’s clear Vivian never respected people of low status like us anyway…” Her words fueled Julian’s rage. He cursed, then shouted at his men. “Crank the freezer down to -148°F! Now!” The men, terrified of his anger, obeyed without question. A blast of absolute zero wind hit me from the vents. My teeth chattered so hard I couldn’t form words. As my consciousness faded, a sharp, tearing pain exploded in my lower abdomen. Shutterstock I forced my eyes open and looked down. Bright red blood was flowing out from between my legs like a stream. In the freezing air, the blood steamed. It melted the ice around me and flowed out through the cracks in the door. I realized what was happening. Clutching my stomach, I screamed frantically at Julian. “Julian! Let me out! The baby! Save my baby!” Julian was still glaring at me in anger. Until he saw the blood melting the ice and pooling at his feet. Panic finally shattered his arrogance. He grabbed the man next to him, screaming like a madman. “The key! Get the key! You said the doctor cleared this! How did this happen?!” Chapter 4 The man handed the key to Julian. But Julian’s hands were shaking so badly he dropped it. It skittered to Sienna’s feet. Julian grabbed Sienna’s arm. “Sienna! Hurry! Unlock the door! Let her out! Hurry!” Frightened by his state, Sienna ran to the door without even putting her shoes back on. She glanced at Julian, put the key in the hole with her back to him. In that split second as she turned, I saw a smile in her eyes—pure malice and triumph. Snap. A crisp sound echoed. Sienna turned around and dropped to her knees facing Julian. “Julian… the key… it broke…” Julian’s face went deathly white. He stumbled to the door, screaming. “How?! How could it break?! Call a locksmith! Now!” By now, warm blood covered the floor of the freezer. I couldn’t stop moaning in pain. Sienna’s voice drifted in, dripping with poison disguised as concern. “Julian! She still hasn’t apologized! You said you wanted to fix her arrogance. All our friends are watching…” “And what about me suffering in the ICU? You promised you’d get justice for me…” Hearing this, Julian stopped the person running for the locksmith. He turned back, pounding on the glass, shouting at me. His voice held a trace of begging. “Vivian, just apologize, okay? For the sake of the baby?” “Just say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you out immediately! You don’t want the baby to die, right? Please, Vivian, just soften your pride for once!” The massive blood loss was pulling me into darkness. I lay in a pool of blood, looking at Julian, my voice trembling. “Julian! Let me out! Or my father will kill you…” Sienna smiled that hidden, vicious smile again. “Vivian, are you delirious? Your dad died six months ago! The Vance family fell! Apologize quickly, no one is coming to save you!” The crowd outside joined in the mockery. “Miss Vance, keep dreaming. Kill Julian? Your dad is a ghost in hell right now! Who’s he gonna kill?” “Julian, she never learns! She’s faking it. The kid is fine. Leave her in there!” “Yeah, Julian, after how she bullied Sienna, you can’t go easy on her!” The freezer was painted red with my blood. They couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. The heartbeat inside me was almost gone. I began to wail, a guttural sound of pure despair. Julian paced back and forth. When he looked at me again, his eyes were full of helplessness. “Vivian, stop fantasizing about your dad saving you. He’s dead. Just apologize, okay? Say ‘I’m wrong,’ and I’ll open the door!” “Wife, give up. Your dad isn’t coming!” Just as the words left his mouth, the outer door of the warehouse was kicked open. A squad of fully armed mercenaries stormed in. A deep, booming voice echoed from the doorway. “Who says her father isn’t coming?!”

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The werewolf I raised for ten years talked back to me for the sake of a bastard daughter. As I coldly whipped him eighty-eight times, the livestream comments exploded with hate: [Oh my god! Is this toxic woman crazy with jealousy? She’s actually trying to kill him!] [What’s the difference between this and treating the male lead like a dog? This is straight-up abuse! No wonder he saved the bastard daughter instead of you!] [If not for her tough attitude and constant threats, the male lead wouldn’t have stayed with her anyway!] Threats? Threatening a disloyal dog? I was silent for a long time, then scoffed. I ordered his belongings thrown out. The next day, I picked a new wolf pup from the underground arena. Half a month later, he heard the news and came running from the bastard daughter’s place in the pouring rain. Gripping my arm tightly, eyes red, he asked with a trembling voice: “Did you really get a new beastman?” 1 When I dragged the bloodied wolf pup home, the villa fell into a deathly silence. No one expected that after my harsh words yesterday, I would actually bring a new beastman home today. The butler, catching a vase his trembling hands almost dropped, stepped forward and asked where to put him. I glanced at him. “Where do you think?” Beastmen need personal training. His room would be next to mine. He probed cautiously: “What about the things in that room…” “Throw them out,” I said coldly. Everyone knew what happened. The werewolf I raised for ten years talked back to me for a bastard daughter. When we both fell into the water, he swam towards her without hesitation. Last night, suppressing my rage, I whipped him eighty-eight times. Even as the whip soaked in blood, he kept his face tight and didn’t make a sound. I was soaked, my palms burning. When the last lash fell and blood spurred from his mouth, I snapped: “Speak!” He finally looked up, eyes devoid of emotion. “Say what? What does the Young Miss want to hear?” Knowing I was furious, he provoked me further with rhetorical questions. “You bought my life, broke and reset my bones, carved your rules into my flesh. What? Now that the wolf you raised with your own hands disobeyed, you feel embarrassed?” It was laughable. Knowing I raised him, he still saved the little white flower trying to steal my inheritance. The night stretched endlessly into the distance. He smirked. “The Young Miss has plenty of people who care. You don’t need me.” “Don’t need you?” I scoffed. “Lucas, don’t forget why I raised you.” His gaze was mocking, his back straight with cold pride. “I can’t guess your thoughts.” “I only know you are high above, surrounded by stars. There were countless hands reaching for you on the shore, but her back was empty.” “Maybe you’ve never felt like drowning and grasping at a straw—but I have. In that moment, I was the only one who noticed her.” The night wind chilled me to the bone. I smirked sarcastically. “So?” His gaze was cold, words clear. “She only has me.” Only you??? The absurdity expanded in my eyes. In a stare-down lasting half a minute, he didn’t flinch. I scoffed, jaw tightening. “Want to be her dog?” “Fine.” “I’ll deliver you personally.” A werewolf’s blood and pride would never allow being called a dog. But I wanted to humiliate him. I drove him to Ella’s rental apartment that night. When I kicked him out, he only frowned slightly. Then, enduring the bleeding wounds on his back, he stood up slowly and limped towards the lit villa. His back was lonely and proud, never bowing. 2 They say once bitten, twice shy. No one thought I would raise another wolf pup. At first, the underground arena boss recommended a batch of different beastmen. I looked them over again and again, but none caught my eye. Frustrated, I turned to leave. Just as I was about to turn the corner and leave the corridor, a bloodstained hand reached out from a cage in the corner and grabbed my boot. I looked down. I’ve seen too many beasts on the verge of death. Most are hysterical, numb, crazy, or begging pitifully. But unexpectedly, in the filthy blood and cold shadows, I saw a pair of stubborn, clear black eyes. He said he was willing to be my dog. Just for a bite of food. I glanced at the cage label—Defective. The boss, chattering beside me, broke into a cold sweat. I raised my hand to stop him from interfering. Taking off my black leather glove, I squatted slowly. In the underground ring, forever mixed with rust and rot, a single beam of light hit my fingertips. I lifted his chin, studying him intently. If he had watched me picking people earlier, he would know how strict my requirements were. He was lingering on his last breath, almost dead. The heartbeat in his chest was anxious. He could hear his every breath. Three minutes of scrutiny felt like a century. Yet he saw no change in my cold expression. Just as his black eyes were dimming, I suddenly raised an eyebrow. “Willing to come with me?” His drooping wolf ears perked up instantly. He wagged his tail desperately like a dog, eyes burning like a lit flame. Rubbing against my wrist, repeating fervently—Willing. Willing to come with me, willing to be my dog, willing to be loyal forever, never betraying me. Good. That’s what I like to hear. I looked at the terrified boss and said calmly: “Him.” 3 I didn’t plan to keep this wolf pup. After all, he was defective. He couldn’t possibly survive my long and rigorous training. When his wounds healed, I told him he could leave. He was stunned for a long time before asking: “Why?” Emotions surged in his wet black eyes as he stared at me unblinkingly. I flipped my newspaper casually. “No reason. Consider it charity.” The butler stepped forward to pull him away, whispering: “Sigh, our Young Miss only wants the strongest and most loyal beastmen. Don’t dream about it. Your predecessor was sent away overnight for disloyalty. He was with her for ten years, and she didn’t even flinch…” As the butler rambled, the space beside him suddenly emptied. The boy beastman returned. His voice, hoarse and still panting, asked: “Can I have a chance to do better than him?” I rarely lifted my eyelids. “In what aspect?” He clenched his fingers, enunciating clearly: “Every aspect.” Strength, loyalty. He would do better than the predecessor the butler mentioned. I put down the newspaper, looking at him with interest. In the spacious and bright living room, he waited nervously for my judgment. I didn’t pay much attention to his looks when I brought him back. Now that he was clean, I realized every part of him was aggressive. High brow bones, sharp eyes. Yet his wet eyelashes softened the fierceness. Stubborn and clear black eyes, just like that day. —That was exactly why I took him. After a long stare, I finally spoke: “Okay.” “If you can survive.” 4 My training is known for its cruelty. Numbers One through Five didn’t survive this period. He was the seventh. Names are just codes. Besides taking my surname, the name Seven meant nothing special. But he nodded seriously. I didn’t intend to go hard immediately. But his potential far exceeded my expectations. In just one week, he completed all basic training and actively requested increased difficulty. It made me suspect the “Defective” label was a mistake. Sunset. He just finished a 100-kilometer mountain cross-country run with a 200-pound load. The muscles in his calves twitched uncontrollably. He had to support himself with hands on his knees to keep from falling. Six hours. Muscle tearing while maintaining shooting accuracy. He did it on the third try. I rested one arm on the window of the SUV, chatting lazily on the phone, but my eyes stayed on his back. Suddenly, he turned as if sensing something. Our gazes met from afar. Against the setting sun, he ran towards me down the slope. The mountain wind blew the wet black hair on his forehead. As he got closer, I saw his flushed neck and the bead of sweat trembling on his throat. The call was from my father, asking me to attend a banquet. He said if I bowed my head, he would overlook my actions against the bastard daughter. Hilarious. A man so ruthless in his youth now pretending to care about family in his old age. I agreed lazily and hung up. “Young Miss.” He tried to calm his breathing, standing before me. Watching his heaving chest, I realized he ran to me breathlessly like this every evening. Even today, when his body was at its limit. I scolded him lightly: “Why run so fast?” “Afraid you’d get bored waiting.” My hand inserting the key paused. I glanced at him and said coolly: “Get in.” “I came to pick you up. What’s boring about that?” After buckling up, he turned his head, Adam’s apple rolling, finally spitting out the sentence he’d been brewing. “Only took six hours today.” “Mmh.” “Didn’t miss a shot either.” “Mmh.” He didn’t need to report. Someone was already recording the data. Physical fitness, reaction speed—top tier. Back then, Six’s best record was seven hours and three minutes. He broke it in a week. The livestream comments were arguing fiercely— [Impossible! A beastman stronger than the main cast?? Who is this? Doesn’t this clash with our wolf boy’s setting? Someone do something!!] [Why the rush? Forgot this is a reverse harem novel? Stronger beastmen are normal! Why the shock? They’ll all fall for our heroine eventually.] [Exactly. Who wouldn’t like our gentle, cute, praise-giving heroine? Once the little wolf sees the toxic woman’s true colors, he’ll run to our heroine’s arms.] [Aiya, I really wish the heroine was here. The little wolf obviously wants praise!! Working so hard, gathering courage to ask, only to get a cold ‘Mmh’! My heart aches for him!!] I’ve learned to ignore these brain-dead comments. But the last sentence made me pause. Asking for praise? 5 The car entered the city. The sunset glow enveloped the traffic jam on the overpass. I couldn’t help glancing at the person in the passenger seat. Ears seemed to droop a bit, lips pursed. Looking down at the bloodstains on his body, lost in thought. I rehearsed in my mind several times before finally calling him. The boy beastman looked up, thick lashes trembling. Half his body drowning in the sunset, unexpectedly softening his murderous aura. Damn it. Words were on the tip of my tongue but couldn’t come out. I hesitated. “Take a day off tomorrow,” I finally said, gripping the steering wheel. Didn’t praise, but showed concern. Shouldn’t be disappointed, right? But after a brief stun, he told me: “I’m fine. I can continue training.” I turned my head, looking down at his bloodstained calves. No rest? I frowned. The comments answered my confusion— [He thinks he didn’t do well enough today, didn’t meet the master’s expectations. Poor little wolf, heroine come quick! The villain is destroying his confidence!] [Sigh, afraid of being abandoned for not being good enough, so he tries so hard to prove himself. Pity he met a heartless villain. If it were the heroine, she’d be praising him non-stop.] [Upstairs, let’s be rational. The heroine has lots of love to give. But for someone like the villain who was never loved as a child, it’s hard to learn to love others. I think I understand her.] [Defending this toxic woman?? No thanks. Her twisted personality is her problem. What did our little wolf do to deserve this?] The argument in the comments intensified. I ignored it, fixing my gaze on Seven’s face. The sunset’s afterglow fell on half his face, making the blood on his neck look bewitching. The spreading twilight was like splashed ink, dazzling enough to get lost in. My prolonged stare made his fingers curl tight, his heartbeat pounding harder and harder. He couldn’t withstand such scrutiny. Earlobes burned hot, eyes uncontrollably lowering. Just as he tried to turn away in embarrassment to avoid my gaze, I spoke suddenly. “You were great today.” His turning motion froze. I added: “So, you can rest tomorrow. That’s a reward.” The traffic finally started moving. Not everyone is born knowing how to love, but I don’t mind learning a bit. Especially for this little wolf pup I’m raising myself.

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It was 2:00 AM. I found my sister in the basement. She was supposed to be in London with her husband. She was wearing a red silk slip dress, covered in bruises. Chains bound her hands and feet, and her legs were wrapped in layers of bloody red bandages. Seeing me, she looked terrified and whispered urgently: “Watch out for Mom and Dad!” 1 I wanted to ask my sister what was happening, but I heard footsteps upstairs. Someone was walking around. My gut told me to hide immediately. Just as I squeezed into an old wardrobe, someone came down the stairs. I peeked through the gap in the doors. It was Dad. He was carrying a plate of leftovers from last night’s dinner. It looked like slop. My sister trembled violently when she saw him. Dad grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved the disgusting food down her throat. She gagged and vomited it all up. Dad didn’t get angry. He just stood there, watching her quietly. When she finished heaving, he started stuffing the food into her mouth again. Finally, the bowl was empty. Dad smiled at her, satisfied. Then he put down the bowl, walked over to her legs, and pulled a fruit knife from his pocket. He unwrapped the red bandages. I gasped silently. My sister’s legs, once her pride, were now mangled and uneven. Some parts were festering with pus. Dad adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. If I remember correctly, my sister bought those for him with her first paycheck. I watched, horrified, as he raised the knife. It was the same knife I used to peel apples. Now, Dad was using it to slice pieces of flesh from my sister’s legs. One piece at a time. The smell of blood and rotting meat filled the room. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying not to scream. Dad suddenly looked up, staring straight at the wardrobe. I held my breath, paralyzed with fear. Luckily, he looked away after a few seconds. He cleaned up the mess, picked up the plate of fresh meat he had just carved from my sister, and left. Only when the footsteps faded did I dare to crawl out. My legs were jelly. I stumbled over to my sister. Her legs had been re-bandaged, but fresh blood was already seeping through. I looked at my dying sister in disbelief. Her own father did this to her. We are a blended family. My mom married my sister’s dad, bringing me along as “baggage.” On the surface, we were a happy family. Especially my sister. Ever since she joined the family, my mom, who never liked me, started treating me better. I thought everything was improving. But just now, my sister told me my mom killed her mom. She said they are both murderers and warned me to be careful. I don’t remember how I got back to my room. Lying in bed, I kept telling myself it was just a nightmare. When I wake up, my sister will still be in London with her husband. 2 When I went downstairs, Mom was busy in the kitchen. Dad, who looked like a monster last night, was sitting in the morning light reading the newspaper. Everything seemed peaceful. I sat opposite Dad, looking at the lavish breakfast, and asked tentatively, “Dad, where’s sis?” Dad frowned, reaching over to feel my forehead with a look of concern. “Are you sick, honey? Your sister moved to London with your brother-in-law two years ago. You cried at the airport, remember?” Right. That’s what happened. I watched them board the plane. Was it really just a dream? Mom came out of the kitchen with a bowl of meat soup and placed a large serving in front of me. She insisted I finish it. The soup looked delicious, but I hesitated. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like it?” Mom asked, puzzled. I shook my head. “I like it. Thanks, Mom.” I stirred the soup carefully. A slice of meat floated to the surface. Suddenly, the image from my dream flashed in my mind. I couldn’t control it. I started vomiting violently. Mom rushed over, patting my back, asking worriedly, “Baby, do we need to go to the hospital?” This seemed normal, but it was anything but. Mom was never this caring before. I looked at Dad in terror. “What’s wrong with you today? Acting weird all morning.” No. Dad never spoke to me like that. He usually treated me like air. He never showed concern. The dread deepened. If this was real… Then the man I called Dad had locked his daughter in the basement, slicing her flesh to make soup. I couldn’t handle it. I pinched my hand hard under the table, forcing myself to calm down. I took a deep breath. “I just didn’t sleep well. You guys eat, I’m going back to bed.” 3 As soon as I was out of sight, I ran to the basement. But when I got there, it was empty except for some old furniture. On the bed where my sister lay last night, there was a teddy bear. It was a birthday gift she gave me when I turned 18. No sister. No red bandages. It was a dream. I leaned against the wardrobe, gasping for air. But it felt so real. Then I saw something in the corner of the wardrobe. A button. From my pajamas. I was hiding here last night. “Jane, what are you doing here?” I spun around. Dad was standing behind me. Still wearing those gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze sharp, piercing right through me. I suppressed my panic and picked up the bear. “I missed sis, so I came to find the bear she gave me.” I hoped he bought it. Dad stared at me like a cold-blooded snake flicking its tongue, examining my face inch by inch. After a long pause, he said, “Take your things and go. Don’t come down here again.” I hugged the bear and walked out, pretending to be happy but complaining, “Sis is so heartless. She hasn’t called once since she left.” Dad followed me at a distance. I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head. He said calmly, “Your sister just moved. She’s busy. Don’t bother her with calls.” Right! I can call her. She topped up my phone card with $100 before she left. I never used it. The idea grew in my mind. Back in my room with the door locked, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. “We’re sorry, your service has been suspended due to insufficient funds.” I froze. I never used this card. How could it be out of money? Panic set in. The Wi-Fi was disconnected. No signal on my phone. I couldn’t contact my brother-in-law. I couldn’t call for help. 4 From that morning on, I felt weak and listless every day. And every day, Mom brought me meat soup without fail. Looking at the meat slices, thinking they might be my sister, I felt sick. I didn’t want to drink it. But I couldn’t control myself. I heard Mom say, “Drink another sip,” and my body obeyed. I felt possessed. When I finished the last drop, Mom smiled satisfied. She put down the bowl and said I deserved a reward. Then she helped me to the basement. My sister was there again. Still on that bed, still covered in blood. More bandages this time. Mom sat me on a stool near the bed. She slowly unwrapped the bandages. My sister’s body was a mess of raw flesh. Mom found a relatively smooth patch and raised the knife. She muttered, “Baby doesn’t like soup? How about sashimi?” “This big fish was a gift from your dad’s friend. Very fresh.” “Baby will love it.” Sister’s face was bandaged, but her eyes screamed agony. “Here, baby. Your favorite sashimi.” Mom held a slice of bloody meat. My sister’s meat. She fed it to me. I watched Mom carve it from my sister’s body. And now I was eating it. My sister looked at me with disbelief, anger, and finally, despair. I screamed internally: No! That’s my sister! I can’t eat her! But no one could hear me.

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My daughter and my husband’s “one that got away’s” cat were kidnapped at the same time. The kidnapper gave Julian a choice: pick one. Only one would survive. I knelt on the ground, banging my head until it bled, begging him, “Save Rosie! Save our daughter! She’s only five!” But he wavered, torn between his daughter and a cat. Sophia cried, “Julian, forget about Snowball, she’s just a cat. But… she’s the only thing I have left…” He glanced at me, his eyes complicated. “I’ll roll a die.” The kidnapper laughed and agreed. Odd numbers saved the daughter, even numbers saved the cat. The die landed. Three. I instantly relaxed, my whole body going limp. But Julian screamed, “Doesn’t count! My hand slipped! I demand a redo!” The kidnapper sneered, “One finger for a redo.” Without hesitation, Julian broke his own pinky finger. I watched helplessly as he threw the die again with a trembling hand. This time… it was a four. 1 “Even! It’s an even number!” Julian laughed with relief, shouting at the kidnapper. The kidnapper grinned, his tone full of mockery. “Hahahaha! Mr. Gu, you are something else!” “You had a chance to save your daughter and you didn’t. You chose to save an animal instead. Mr. Gu, you truly are a once-in-a-century talent!” Julian’s face turned crimson, but he didn’t argue. He just stubbornly repeated, “It’s fate!” My heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. My whole body was trembling, blood and tears blurring my vision. Julian walked carefully to Sophia, opened the cage, and hugged the terrified Ragdoll cat. “It’s okay, Snowball is safe.” Sophia threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, my daughter Rosie—her face pale, tape over her mouth—was crying so hard she was turning purple. I rushed over to hug Rosie. Her small body shook violently in my arms. Only then did Julian seem to remember us, walking over casually. “Is Rosie okay?” he asked lightly, his eyes never leaving the cat in his arms. My throat was so tight from fear I couldn’t make a sound. Suddenly, Sophia screamed, “Julian, Snowball is fading! We have to get her to the vet!” “Okay, we’ll go right now!” Julian anxiously turned away with the cat, never sparing another glance for me or Rosie. He just coldly threw a sentence at the kidnapper: “The money will be transferred. Let my daughter go.” Then, he supported Sophia and hurried away. The warehouse’s iron door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world. I held my daughter, cold all over. The kidnapper squatted down in front of me. He dangled a cigarette from his mouth, sneering at me. “I’ve never seen a guy as ‘awesome’ as your husband. Which dumpster did you find him in?” I stared at him blankly, unable to speak. The kidnapper blew a smoke ring in my face, bringing me back to reality, choking me. “Tell you what. I’m in a good mood today. I’ll give you another chance.” He held out his phone. “Call your husband.” “If he’s willing to turn back right now, I’ll let you both go.” “How about it? Merciful enough?” He laughed at his own joke. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the phone. I dialed Julian’s number. It rang for a long time before connecting. “Hello?” It was Julian’s voice. In the background, I could clearly hear Sophia’s anxious sobbing. “Julian…” I choked out, “Save Rosie… please come back…” On the other end, his impatient voice cut in. “Layla! I’m getting Snowball emergency treatment! She’s in shock!” “Rosie is my daughter. The kidnapper won’t dare hurt her once he gets the money. Stop adding to my trouble!” 2 He hung up without hesitation. The kidnapper listened to the dial tone and took back his phone. He shrugged, sneering. “I gave you a chance. Mr. Gu is a busy man, and the money hasn’t hit my account yet.” “Can’t blame me for this.” He signaled to his lackeys behind him. A blonde guy stepped forward and roughly snatched Rosie from my arms. “No!” I let out a heart-wrenching scream, crawling on hands and knees to stop him. Another lackey kicked me in the chest. I slammed into the wall and fell to the floor. Blood ran down my forehead, blinding me. My daughter’s cries echoed in my ears. “I want Daddy! Daddy, come save me!” “Mommy! Mommy help!” The next second, Rosie’s terrified screams and my cries stopped abruptly. I watched Rosie’s small body go limp and fall, silent. I shook my head violently, chin trembling, slowly pushing myself up, stumbling toward my daughter. My hand touched Rosie’s face, which had been vibrant just hours ago. Blood from my hand smeared onto her face. I tried to wipe it off frantically, but there was just more and more blood. I picked up my daughter and finally broke down, wailing. When I was exhausted from crying, I looked up to find myself surrounded by a group of people—different from the kidnappers earlier. Before I could react, they swung clubs at my legs and arms. The sound of bones breaking filled the air. Pain threatened to knock me out. In the last second before passing out, I heard their cruel laughter. “This bitch is weak. Sister Frost said just break her limbs, leave her a breath.” … I woke up in the hospital. Everything hurt, like I’d been taken apart and put back together wrong. The doctor said my left arm and right leg were shattered, and I almost didn’t make it. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my heart aching, but no tears would come. Why didn’t they let me die with Rosie? A nurse walked in and whispered, “Is the little girl in the morgue your daughter?” “The autopsy is done. Family can claim the body.” My heart was stabbed again. Just then, Julian pushed open the door. He was holding Snowball. Sophia followed behind him, eyes red. Seeing me awake, Julian smiled, holding up the cat for me to see. His tone held a trace of relief: “Snowball was critical, but luckily she made it.” I remembered the doctor saying I almost didn’t make it either. A cat, a human life… Heh, this is my husband. I stared emptily at the wall, silent. Just as Julian was getting impatient, I spoke, my voice hoarse, every word scraping my throat like a knife. “Julian, the doctor said they issued twenty-five critical condition notices for me. I almost died.” “I barely survived, but Rosie… she’s never coming back!” I practically roared the last sentence, tears splashing onto the sheets. Julian choked, then sighed. “You know Ragdolls are fragile. Of course we had to save Snowball first.” “Aren’t you fine now? You recover fast, unlike Snowball who needs months of rest.” Then, as if remembering something, he frowned and asked. “What happened to Rosie? Did the kidnapper let her go?” I looked at the face I had loved for ten years, suddenly finding it strange. I opened my mouth, voice raspy: “Rosie… is dead.” “You killed her!” My emotions collapsed instantly, and I started screaming hysterically. “You killed her! Julian, you are a murderer!” 3 Julian’s face turned ugly instantly. Sophia rushed up to hold him back, persuading softly: “Julian, don’t be angry. Layla just woke up, she’s unstable.” Julian shook her off, pointing at my nose and cursing: “Layla, enough! Are you crazy?!” “Frost already contacted the kidnappers. They said they got the money and released her ages ago!” “Where did you take Rosie? What kind of mother are you? Can’t even watch a kid!” I looked at him in disbelief. He didn’t believe our daughter was dead. My eyes widened, lips trembling: “The kidnappers killed her because you didn’t send the money immediately…” Julian sneered, “Layla, I know you hate that I chose Snowball, but you can’t make up such lies just to make me feel guilty!” “How could Rosie be dead? Kidnappers just want money!” “You must have lost her and are afraid to admit it, so you made up this ghost story to trick me!” “Go find Rosie! Stop making a scene!” He finished, hugged the cat, pulled Sophia, and left without looking back. I screamed, throwing everything within reach onto the floor. The movement tore my freshly stitched wounds, blood staining the sheets red. I collapsed on the floor, heart in agony. On the day of discharge, Julian came to pick me up. I was wheeled out of the hospital. He didn’t mention Rosie again. Sophia told him I had accepted the “fact” that I lost my daughter, and just needed time to recover from the shock. He believed it. Back home, I had nightmares every night, often waking up crying. My dreams were filled with images of Rosie dying in front of me. That night, I woke up from a nightmare again and went to the kitchen for water. Turning on the light, I saw a dead cat by the sink. It was Sophia’s Snowball! Before I could react, Sophia screamed behind me. “Layla, you… you killed Snowball!” The scream brought Julian. He pinned the crime on me without asking. Face full of disgust, he scolded me harshly: “Layla, how can you be so vicious?! Even if Rosie going missing made you sad, Snowball is innocent!” “Besides, it was your failure as a mother. Must you make a voiceless cat pay for your mistake?!” I roared with red eyes: “Did Rosie deserve all that? Deserve to die?!” Julian looked at me with disappointment. “You’re really crazy, completely mad! Rosie is just missing, why do you curse her to die?!” I didn’t want to argue anymore. I ran out of the house, ignoring Julian’s rage behind me. I ran barefoot to the hospital, feet bloody. At the morgue entrance, I didn’t dare take another step. I squatted down, covering my face and crying. Julian chased after me. He yanked me up violently, roaring at me. “Layla, what the hell are you doing?!” “Running to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night, are you sick?!” “I haven’t settled the score for Snowball yet, and you ran out because of guilt!” Looking at Julian’s twisted face, I couldn’t hold back my anger. I rushed forward and bit his arm, tearing off a chunk of flesh. The next second, he kicked me away. My head hit the wall. My broken leg couldn’t support me, and I fell, blood dripping. I looked up, meeting Julian’s bloodshot eyes. He pointed at me. “Layla, are you a dog? Biting people!” I laughed. Laughed until tears streamed down, laughed until the wound in my chest throbbed with pain. I wiped the blood from my face, trembling as I struggled to stand. It felt like walking on knives. But nothing compared to the pain in my heart. “Didn’t you say Rosie is just missing?” “She’s lying in there right now. Do you dare go in with me and look?!” “Look at what your choice did to your five-year-old daughter?!” 4 The anger on Julian’s face froze instantly. He looked at me in disbelief. “Layla, are you delirious from the shock? The police are looking for Rosie. How could she be here? Stop talking nonsense!” He tried to drag me away, impatience in his tone. “Alright, if you don’t trust the police, I’ll hire the most expensive private detective to find our daughter. Let’s go home first.” “I’m not crazy.” I shook off his hand. “I’m more sober than ever. Rosie is inside.” I looked him straight in the eye. “What? Are you scared?!” “You were willing to break your finger for a cat. Now you’re too scared to look at your own daughter’s body?” “Watch me!” Julian was provoked. He shoved me aside and strode in. “If I find out you’re lying to me…” He suddenly went silent. The words choked in his throat. Because I had lifted the white cloth covering Rosie. Her face was exposed under the harsh white light. Swollen, pale, lips a terrifying blue-purple. “No… impossible!” Julian’s face went white. He staggered back a step, eyes full of fear and denial. “No… this isn’t Rosie… this isn’t my daughter! There must be a mistake! It’s you! Layla, you found a dummy to trick me! You set this up, didn’t you?!” He whipped his head around, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes. Then, like a madman, he rushed forward to cover her with the cloth, muttering, “Fake… it’s all fake…” The attendant was frightened by his behavior and tried to stop him. “Sir, please calm down! Respect the dead!” I watched his breakdown coldly, feeling nothing. Not even a shred of pleasure. My heart had died with Rosie the moment she stopped breathing. I walked up to him and slapped a document onto his face. The police autopsy report. “Julian, look closely.” Cause of death: Abuse, multiple comminuted fractures. I remembered Rosie’s tragic state again. Painfully, I said: “I watched Rosie die at the kidnappers’ hands. Before she died, she kept calling for Mommy and Daddy. But her daddy ignored her to be with a cat in the hospital!” I sobbed, shouting at him: “Didn’t you say you’d pay before leaving? But you didn’t! You’d rather pay vet bills than ransom!” Julian shook his head incessantly, voice trembling. “No… Snowball’s injury was severe that day, I was busy, but I told Sophia to transfer the money…” I laughed out loud. “Hahaha, Julian! Did you not even have time to check if the transfer went through? So Rosie died because of you. Funny, so funny!” He looked at my maniacal state, wanting to comfort me, but I pushed him away hard. Julian staggered up, picked up the scattered report. His daughter’s name and photo were right there. “Ah!!!” His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his head, howling in agony. 5 Julian knelt on the cold morgue floor, crying pathetically. He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, dull thuds echoing. “Rosie… Daddy was wrong… Daddy was wrong…” “Come back, okay? Daddy begs you… Daddy will never let you suffer again…” The attendant couldn’t watch anymore and called security, dragging the near-insane Julian out of the morgue. In the hospital hallway, he calmed down slightly, grabbing my arm with red eyes. “Layla, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it would be like this…” His voice was hoarse. “The kidnappers… it’s all their fault! They killed Rosie! I want them to pay with their lives! I want them all dead!” Looking at him, I suddenly found it laughable. Even now, he wouldn’t admit his mistake, pushing the blame onto others. “Kidnappers?” I shook off his hand. “If you hadn’t given them a second choice, would they have killed her? Julian, the kidnappers held the knife, but you handed it to them.” My words were like a sharp blade, piercing his hypocritical mask again. His face paled, lips moving, but not a word came out. He sat dejectedly on the bench, hands in his hair, groaning in pain. After a long time, he looked up, begging me: “Layla, I know it’s too late to say anything. But trust me, I’ll make it up to you! We’re still young, we can have another child…” Slap! I used all my strength to slap him across the face. Julian’s head snapped to the side, five clear finger marks appearing instantly. He looked at me in disbelief. This was the first time I had ever hit him. “Julian.” My voice was ice. “Rosie isn’t an object to be replaced. She’s gone, never coming back. Keep your disgusting compensation theory to yourself. You don’t deserve to say her name, and you don’t deserve to be a father!” Just then, hurried high heels approached. “Julian, what happened?” Seeing the slap mark on Julian’s face, Sophia immediately cried out in distress. She looked up at me, accusingly: “Layla, you ran out in the middle of the night, Julian chased after you out of worry. Instead of thanking him, you hit him? Why can’t you be considerate?” I sneered: “Don’t you know why I hit him? You knew Rosie was dead long ago. What are you pretending for?” Sophia’s face went white. “Enough! Layla, stop talking! This has nothing to do with Sophia, she’s a victim too! If you’re unhappy, take it out on me!” I smiled bitterly. Julian was still defending Sophia. I stopped looking at them, turned, and left, leaving one sentence behind. “Julian, you regret it now? Too early. There’s more you don’t know.”

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When my gangster owner picked me out of a trash can, he asked me, “Do you know what the slogan for stray cats is? Snooze, you lose.” Later, when a gas leak filled his apartment, I used my paw pads to plug his nostrils until he woke up gasping. He hugged me and cried, “Coal, you really are my lucky charm!” From then on, he tucked me into his jacket wherever he went, even when he was doing his cringe-worthy street dances. Until one day, his ex-girlfriend came to get back together. I jumped on the table and meowed, “Meow!” He froze for three seconds, then suddenly lifted me above his head like Simba. “See that? My daughter says no!” 1 I am a noble, long-haired calico. I was only five months old when my owner picked me up. Honestly, when he first took me home, I was worried he couldn’t afford me. Thankfully, he just has abstract taste, not an empty wallet. Litter box, imported kitten food, a cat tree with plush cushions—he had it all. 2 The next morning, his phone woke us up. The voice on the other end was hype: “Boss! That kid is at the school gate! Hurry!” My owner woke up instantly, threw on his eye-blinding orange jacket, grabbed his keys, and rushed out. Annoying. I leaped off the cat tree and bit his baggy pant leg. “Tsk!” He stumbled, looked down at me, and scratched his head in frustration. “Stop it! I’m in a hurry!” I clamped down on the fabric, growling a warning deep in my throat. He paused, then slapped his forehead. “F*ck! Forgot to feed you!” He rushed back and poured half a bowl of kibble. “There! Eat!” He turned to leave again. I bit his pant leg again, precise and firm, pawing at his shoe with determination. “???” He looked at the full bowl, then at me, confused and frantic. “Fine!” He scooped me up and stuffed me into his open jacket. Zip. The zipper went up to his neck, leaving only my head exposed. Our destination wasn’t far—an alley near a school side gate. His lackey, Tank, and a few others had cornered a boy in a school uniform. The boy was thin and scholarly, calm despite the situation. In my vision, white text floated above his head: [Male Lead: Julian Song]. I immediately turned to look at my owner. [Second Male Lead: Lucas Lu]. Second male lead? Experience told me: cannon fodder, tragic ending. No way! He’s my poop scooper! Lucas shoved me into Tank’s hands, stepped forward, and reached for Julian’s collar! I struggled free from Tank’s grip. “Owww!” Lucas yelled in pain, pulling his hand back. A set of clear teeth marks adorned his wrist. He looked down in shock to see me landing gracefully. “Boss! Why’d you bring a cat to a fight?!” Tank and the others stared, eyes wide. Lucas was furious. He picked me up by the scruff, lightly tapping my head with his other hand. “Ungrateful wretch! I feed you, shelter you, and you bite me for an outsider?!” Before he could finish— Wee-woo—wee-woo— A police car pulled up. 3 An officer got out, scanning the group. “Causing trouble?” Lucas immediately put on a smile, holding me high. “No, no! Officer, look, who brings a cat to a fight?” I let out a timely, innocent “Meow~”. The officer looked at Tank and the crew, then at me, relaxing his brow. “Break it up! Go home!” The police car drove off. Lucas let out a long breath, then suddenly lifted me to his face and kissed my forehead. Mwah! “Lucky star! My little lucky star! If not for you, bro would be in jail today!” At the other end of the alley, Julian adjusted his glasses. The look behind the lenses was dark enough to drip ink. He stared at me, lips pressed into a cold, hard line. A perfect plan, ruined by a cat. Lucas didn’t notice at all. He flipped me over, his big hand reaching for my belly. “Hey, don’t even know if you’re a boy or a girl yet…” “MREOWWW—!” My fur stood on end instantly! You rude hooligan! I kicked off his hand and scrambled away, darting left and right in the narrow alley. “Hey! Why you running!” Lucas chased after me but didn’t dare grab too hard. Tank couldn’t watch anymore and chimed in, “Boss! Do you even need to check? Definitely a girl! Look at that attitude, so tsundere!” Lucas stopped, scratched his head, and realized, “Makes sense!” He put his hands on his hips, declaring loudly to the trash can I was hiding behind, “Decided! From now on, your name is Coal! How badass!” “Meow!” (Rejected! It’s ugly!) “Yo! Coal! You like it?” Lucas beamed, shouting again. “Meow! Meow!” (No! Not at all!) “Haha! Coal! Coal! Look how happy you are!” 4 Lucas was like a stubborn donkey programmed with a single command: if he wasn’t causing trouble for Julian, he was on his way to cause trouble for Julian. Blocking him, provoking him, petty vandalism… yet every time, Lucas ended up looking like a fool and retreating in defeat. Julian didn’t even have to lift a finger; coincidences or accidents always made Lucas eat dirt. I yawned watching it. The Second Lead Law never fails. Late that night, Lucas finally came home. Without turning on the lights, he collapsed onto the sofa. I jumped onto the coffee table. His phone screen lit up. A message from “YaoYao” popped up: “Lucas Lu, stay away from me! I never want to see you again in this life! If you target Julian again, I’ll only hate you more!” His shoulders slumped, head buried low. Suppressed sobs sounded loud in the silence. Tears hit the phone screen, blurring the light. Tsk, pathetic. I walked over and sat next to him. Hesitating, I extended my barbed tongue and licked the wet tracks on his face. He jolted, looking at me with red eyes. “Coal… do you understand love?” Human, I am just a cat. “I don’t know either…” He mumbled to himself, “I feel like I’m programmed. Seeing Linda Lin, I lose control. And Julian Song, it’s f*cking weird too, seeing him makes me want to mess with him…” Because you’re the second male lead, you idiot. Your destiny is to be the stepping stone and catalyst for the leads’ romance. I roasted him internally, but lifted my paw, placed it gently on his messy head, and pushed down—burying his face in the soft fur of my chest. Warm tears instantly soaked my fur. He stiffened for a second, then buried his face deep, shoulders trembling. After a long while, he lifted his head carefully. He gently gathered me into his arms, ensuring my fluffy chest was center stage, then raised his phone. Click. Fingers flying, he edited quickly. Seconds later, a post with the photo went up: “Humans, if you’re tired, you can lean on a cat’s chest.” Posted. He lowered his head and nuzzled the top of my head with his nose. “Thanks, Coal.” I rolled my eyes, too lazy to meow. Idiot, getting abstract as soon as the wound heals. 5 The next morning, Lucas picked up the cat carrier, then patted his open jacket. “Coal, choose. Bag or Daddy’s chest?” I glanced disdainfully at the cramped carrier, stepped elegantly up his leg, climbed his pants, and nestled into his jacket, finding a comfy spot. “Alrighty!” Lucas zipped up until only my head showed, bouncing happily. “See that? My daughter knows kung fu, wall-walking master!” He took me to the vet for a routine checkup and bought some cans. Just as we exited the glass doors, we ran into Julian. Next to him was a girl clinging to his arm. Text above her head: [Female Lead: Linda Lin]. So this is the heroine. Indeed beautiful and gentle. Linda saw Lucas and immediately shielded Julian like a mother hen, eyes full of wariness and disgust. “Lucas! What do you want now?!” The relaxed look on Lucas’s face froze instantly. His body stiffened visibly. But he quickly put on a roguish grin, pulled me out of his jacket, and held me up like a trophy. “Why so nervous?” “Just shopping with my daughter, feeling great! Letting you off the hook today!” Holding me, he sauntered closer. As he brushed past Julian, his smile vanished. He turned his head, voice low. “But remember, I ain’t no stable boy.” With that, he stopped looking at anyone, hugged me tight, and strode away. Back home, his facade crumbled completely. He put down the stuff silently, washed up haphazardly, and threw himself onto the bed, facing the wall. The image of Linda protecting Julian played on loop in his head. Am I really that hateful? I finished my kibble and leisurely polished off a can to replenish my energy. Night deepened. I lay on the floor, watching the sparse stars through the window. Suddenly, a strange smell hit my nose. I jolted up, nose twitching, locking onto the source—the kitchen. I rushed over. The lid of the kettle on the gas stove was rattling. Water boiled over, extinguishing the flame. I turned and sprinted to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed. Lucas was dead asleep. “MEOWWW!!” I screamed in his ear, pawing at his face. He didn’t move. Desperate, I lifted my front paws and pressed my pads firmly over his nostrils. “Mmph… uh…” Seconds later, suffocating, Lucas struggled awake, swatting my paw away. “Coal! You rebe…?” He stopped mid-shout, smelling the gas himself. Sleepiness vanished. He scrambled to the kitchen. He shut the valve with lightning speed and opened the windows. Only when the smell dissipated did he return to the bedroom. He scooped me up, burying his face in my thick fur. “Precious daughter… you… you saved Daddy’s life…”

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My dad, pitying my decade-long unrequited crush, decided to play Cupid by drugging his much younger friend and dumping him in my bed. When he woke up, Julian coldly agreed to marry me. But shortly after the wedding, Julian started taking frequent business trips abroad. One trip turned into three years. I gave birth to our daughter, Lily, alone and waited for him. Three years later, hearing he was finally returning, I skipped an important business meeting and took Lily to the airport to welcome him. Lily begged for a hug, but he just glanced at me indifferently. “Sorry, I’m a germaphobe.” From then on, Lily and I washed our hands three times before touching anything. The house was spotless. But he still didn’t come home. And he never hugged our daughter. Until I saw a video. Someone asked him: “Julian, what’s your happiest moment?” He replied casually, “Last week abroad. Putting Jojo to sleep, then pulling Kiki into the bathroom.” Amidst the cheers, my blood ran cold. Kiki was his lingering ex-girlfriend. Jojo was her daughter. Rumor had it that for the past three years abroad, they had been living together. Turns out, it was true. My heart died completely. I left the divorce papers, canceled our citizenship, and took my daughter abroad. 1 The nanny brought Lily back from kindergarten, her eyes swollen from crying. “Mommy, do I not have a daddy…” She hiccuped between sobs, utterly heartbroken. “Daddy promised to come to my parent-teacher conference, but when he arrived, he said he was Jojo’s daddy.” “Mommy, they all said I’m a kid with no daddy, waaaah…” A dull pain hit my chest. I hugged my daughter tightly, eyes reddening. I wanted to comfort her, but remembering Julian’s cold attitude, the words stuck in my throat. I regretted everything. I thought after three years, he finally came around and wanted to reunite with us. Turns out, it was just because Kiki wanted to come back. He bought tickets without hesitation, arranged everything, and even transferred his ex’s daughter to the best kindergarten. The day we picked him up at the airport, Lily wore her prettiest dress and asked nervously: “Mommy, will Daddy like me?” I nodded. “You are Daddy’s only daughter. Of course he will.” But when we arrived full of hope, we saw Julian holding Kiki’s hand, carrying a three-year-old girl. Lily and I froze. Julian glanced at me indifferently. “Sorry, I need to settle Kiki and Jojo first. You guys go home.” He didn’t even look at Lily, but gazed tenderly at Jojo. Thinking of this, I closed my eyes in despair. “Sorry, Lily. It’s Mommy’s fault. Mommy will go to your parent-teacher conference next time.” After washing Lily’s face and coaxing her to sleep, her little brow remained furrowed. “Daddy, hug me…” My heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. If not for that incident three years ago, Lily wouldn’t have to suffer like this. Three years ago, my dad, seeing me pine for Julian for ten years, drugged Julian’s drink and put him in my bed. I was shocked. “Dad, are you trying to kill me?” Dad sighed. “I’ve seen it long ago. You like Julian, and that kid likes you too, just too stubborn to admit it.” “That day when he was drunk, I heard him call your name. You two are too slow, might as well cook the rice.” I resisted, but suddenly felt my body heat up. Dad chuckled. “Your drink was spiked too. Cherish tonight.” Then the door was locked from the outside. After that night, Julian woke up and said coldly, “Vivian, I’ll take responsibility. Let’s get married.” I thought a happy life was about to begin. But at a party, I accidentally overheard him talking to friends. “Julian, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Vivian is hot, rich, and loves you. Just settle down.” Julian sneered while smoking. “At first I liked her too, but I didn’t expect her to be so easy.” “Thinking of how she drugged me and threw herself at me that night… it disgusts me.” Before I could explain, he got a visa and went abroad two weeks later. But that night gave me a child. I gave birth to Lily alone, waiting day and night for his return. What I got was his entanglement with Kiki and her daughter. The empty villa was silent. I took out my phone to call Julian and ask when he was coming back. Suddenly the door opened, and Julian walked in coldly. He glanced at the sleeping Lily and said casually, “Jojo is coming to play tomorrow. You and Lily go out.” Meeting my confused gaze, he smirked and explained, “Jojo is possessive. She can’t stand other girls calling me Daddy.” I had been holding back anger, and now it exploded. I laughed in anger. “Julian, do you even know who your biological daughter is?” “Do you know what happened to Lily at kindergarten today…” Julian frowned slightly, interrupting me. “Vivian, you don’t need to remind me.” “I’m sorry about kindergarten today. Jojo needed someone too. Kiki is divorced and raising a child alone is hard.” “Besides, before I met you, I swore to Kiki I wouldn’t let her suffer.” “I already married you as you wished. You can’t stop me from caring about them. I owe them.” Julian threw down his coat and went to the bathroom. The sound of running water drowned out my desperate sobbing. If I knew life would be like this after marriage, I would have died rather than submit that night. I smiled bitterly at the divorce agreement I just drafted on the computer. If not for Lily, with my personality, I would have divorced long ago. But thinking of Lily’s grievances, I wanted to try one last time. I didn’t want her to lose her father so young. Lily woke up early and jumped on her bed excitedly when she heard Daddy was back. “I’m going to show Daddy my drawing!” Kids forget easily. Lily had already forgiven Julian for yesterday. She ran downstairs happily. But she saw Kiki and Jojo. Julian was gently peeling an orange for Jojo. “Daddy, who are they?” Seeing Lily still home, Julian frowned. “Why are you still here? Where’s your mom?” Lily was scared but carefully presented the family portrait she spent a week drawing. “This is the family portrait I drew for Daddy…” Just as she handed it over, a small hand snatched it rudely. “What a trash drawing!” Jojo stomped her foot and tore it in half. She put her hands on her hips arrogantly and shoved my daughter hard. “This is my Daddy! Lily, everyone says you’re a bastard child! Who allowed you to call him Daddy!” Seeing Lily crying on the floor, I rushed over, helped her up, and glared at Jojo. “Apologize.” Julian frowned, displeased. “Vivian, why are you so mean to a child?” He picked up Jojo without a word. “I told you last night Jojo hates others calling me Daddy.” “She’s just upset, she didn’t mean to push Lily.” I stood my ground. “Didn’t mean to? Didn’t you see it?” “Julian, she just called Lily a bastard. Tell her, is Lily really a bastard?” Julian hesitated, but still comforted Jojo softly, with no intention of apologizing. Kiki rolled her eyes and apologized with a fake smile. “Miss Song, so sorry. Jojo grew up abroad, she’s outspoken. Don’t take it to heart.” Hearing this, the girl in Julian’s arms looked even more smug. “I’m not wrong! Classmates said Lily is a bastard! She stole my Daddy!” I clenched my fists, staring coldly at Julian. He said he was a germaphobe, so Lily and I endured it. He used overtime as an excuse to mess around with another woman, and I turned a blind eye. But now, I can’t tolerate anyone calling my daughter a bastard. “Julian, I’m asking you again—” “Is she?”

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On the first day of freshman year, I excitedly brought local snacks to share with my new roommates. But as soon as I finished introducing myself, my three roommates suddenly pushed me out the door, resolutely refusing to share a room with me. They even dragged the Resident Advisor into it. The RA had no choice but to scramble and coordinate a new room for me. But the moment I arrived at the new room, before I could even wheel my luggage in, I was met with fierce resistance from the new roommates. They wouldn’t even let me in the door, claiming they’d rather drop out than live with me. I was completely baffled, thinking someone had been spreading rumors about me. But I’d never offended anyone. I scoured the class group chats, campus forums, and confession pages, but found nothing about me. I asked other classmates. They were friendly one minute, but the moment I mentioned becoming their roommate, their faces changed instantly. Yet no one would tell me why. 1 “Sir, we absolutely refuse to be his roommate.” “Yeah, if I have to room with him, I’m dropping out.” “This…” Seeing his persuasion falling on deaf ears, the Resident Advisor looked at me helplessly. “Sorry guys, can you at least tell me why?” “I’m really easy to get along with. I lived in dorms in high school, I promise I’m not high-maintenance.” I carefully grabbed one of the students, hoping he’d give me a reason. He just glanced at me and shook off my hand. “No reason. We just refuse to room with you.” I leaned against the doorframe, looking at my homeless luggage, feeling like I was about to break down. I’ve always been introverted and quiet. Although I don’t have many friends, I’ve never made enemies. I didn’t understand why, in a new city, a new school, facing complete strangers… Everyone was so resistant, refusing to be my roommate. “Sorry, Julian. I really can’t find anyone willing to room with you right now.” “The school doesn’t have single rooms. How about you stay in a hotel for now, and I’ll try to coordinate another room for you?” “Don’t worry, maybe there’s just a misunderstanding. It’ll clear up once people get to know you.” The RA patted my back soothingly. Right, did someone say something about me? The RA’s words reminded me. I immediately checked the class group chat, the school’s online forum, and the confession wall. I scrolled to the bottom but found nothing about me. Besides, I was the only one from my high school to get into this university. There shouldn’t be anyone here who knows me, let alone badmouths me. Just as I was racking my brain, someone called out to me in the classroom. “Julian, what a coincidence! You’re in my class?” I looked up and saw the first person I met at this school, Zack. I met him on the way to registration. He had low blood sugar and almost fainted. I gave him a drink and some bread just in time, which helped him recover. We were busy moving luggage then, so we just exchanged contacts and parted ways. I didn’t expect him to be my classmate. “Zack, do you have an empty bed in your room? Can I be your roommate?” I grabbed Zack like a drowning man clutching a straw. 2 I just helped him. He should know what kind of person I am. Even if someone badmouthed me, he shouldn’t believe it. It just so happened that the RA and I had visited almost every room except the last one. I was too disheartened to go. Unexpectedly, Zack was in that last room. I waited expectantly for Zack to nod. But to my surprise, hearing that I wanted to be his roommate, Zack’s face changed instantly. “No, our room is full.” “They won’t agree to room with you.” Zack dropped his smile and looked at me warily. “Zack, why? Why don’t you want to be my roommate?” “You know I’m not a bad person.” I tugged at Zack, on the verge of collapse. I didn’t expect him to be my roommate anymore. I just wanted to know the reason. I could change whatever it was. But he yanked his hand away. “No reason. Just don’t want to room with you.” Helpless, I posted on Reddit for advice. We’re all classmates, why is there not a single person willing to accept me as a roommate? Kind netizens quickly offered many theories. “Did someone say you have an infectious disease?” I stared at this comment, realization dawning. Recently, there were rumors about students with HIV entering schools. To prevent discrimination, names are usually kept confidential. Did someone say something to make people think I have an infectious disease? I immediately booked a full physical examination at the hospital. I tested for every possible infectious disease. A few days later, the report came out. All negative. I didn’t have any infectious diseases. Excitedly, I projected the report on the big screen in class. To prevent doubts about Photoshop… I even logged into the hospital’s system on the spot to show the electronic report. I thought the misunderstanding would be cleared, and someone would accept me. But to my surprise, I asked every classmate, and still, no one was willing. Mentioning moving in made them threaten to drop out. Now, even the netizens were stumped, suspecting I was hiding something. The comments turned from helpful to sarcastic. “Clickbait, bet the OP is a scammer.” “Only telling your side of the story? Why would everyone hate you for no reason? You must be hiding something.” “Next time I see a post like this, I’ll win the lottery.” My DMs filled with abuse. Breaking down, I deleted the post. 3 My situation soon spread to other classes in the department. Without knowing the truth, some said I did something unforgivable, others said I had a terrible disease. Walking through the department building, I felt people pointing and whispering. I stayed in a hotel for half a month. The cost was draining me. Helpless, I had to ask my parents for more money. But seeing my parents in the video call, squatting by a construction site eating plain buns, I couldn’t open my mouth. After having me, my parents decided not to have more children, fearing I’d be treated unfairly. Though not rich, they gave me the best of everything. Even with limited education, unable to help with certain things… They always cared for and encouraged me. “Julian, are you used to living at school? Getting along with roommates?” “We know you don’t like to talk, but try to have good relationships with classmates.” “Making friends will make you happier.” “Julian, are you eating well? School just started, but you look thinner.” Hearing Mom’s concern and thinking of my recent ordeal, tears threatened to spill. I hung up hastily. Although I didn’t ask, Mom transferred money, telling me to buy good food. I knew I had to move into a dorm ASAP. I gave up on my department’s dorms and begged the RA to find a bed in another department. Finally, the RA’s relentless efforts paid off. “This is a senior dorm from another department.” “They’re all out on internships, so the room is empty. There’s one vacant bed.” “Both department RAs talked to them, and they agreed to let you move in.” Hearing this, I wept with joy. Finally, someone accepted me. No more expensive hotels. I happily organized my luggage and cleaned the room inside out. Thinking if the roommates came back, I’d leave a good impression. But that day came sooner than expected. Before I could enjoy two days of peaceful campus life, I learned a senior was returning from his internship. Knowing he was coming back, I anxiously lost sleep. The next day, I was restless. Afraid he’d kick me out upon seeing me. But thankfully, my fears were unfounded. The senior was friendly, even sharing snacks he brought back. Seeing the clean room, he praised me non-stop. Saying he met a god-sent junior. I was overjoyed, feeling warmth from a classmate for the first time. We got along well, and I thought everything was on track. Until that day, after class, carrying takeout and watermelon, ready to game with the senior… I reached the door and found a crowd. My senior roommate, two RAs, and two guys I didn’t know. Probably the other two seniors living here. “No, he must move out.” 4 “We’re seniors, why shove a freshman in with us?” “We can buy that empty bed, or put someone else there.” “Anyway, Julian Jiang is a no-go.” Looking at the senior who smiled at me this morning, now wanting to throw my luggage out. I was stunned. The watermelon slipped from my hand. It smashed, red juice spreading like the blood from my heart. “Bro Lin, didn’t we get along fine?” “Why kick me out again?” “Why? Why does no one want to room with me?” I broke down completely, grabbing the senior I lived with for days, demanding an answer. Almost kneeling to beg him. But no matter what I said, he coldly demanded I pack and leave immediately. Saying if I didn’t move, he’d keep the whole building awake. Even the RA threatening their graduation didn’t shake them. Not wanting to disturb others, I silently packed and left. The RA told me he really couldn’t find a dorm that would take me. He applied for a refund of my accommodation fees so I could rent off-campus. I gave up completely. Helpless, I found a part-time job at a bubble tea shop to pay rent. Luckily, I quickly found a suitable place. With the refunded fees, I managed. I didn’t need to ask my parents for money. One day at the bubble tea shop, I unexpectedly saw Zack buying a drink. Since I begged him to be roommates and failed, we hadn’t spoken. Surprisingly, seeing me working here, he initiated conversation. “Julian, I still need to thank you.” “Without you, I might have fainted on campus the first day.” “Anyone passing by would have helped. No need to thank me.” I handed over the tea coldly. Recent events exhausted me; I didn’t want to deal with school people. “Julian, I…” But for some reason, Zack looked very guilty, unlike his arrogant refusal before. Seeing I ignored him, he lingered at the door for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, urged by other staff, he left. “What happened? Did he owe you money? Why look at you like that?” A coworker asked curiously after Zack left. I just shook my head. Actually, I found it strange too. Since I moved out and gave up on dorm life… Many classmates seemed friendlier, no longer avoiding me like the plague. Even for group projects, people started willing to team up with me. Especially Zack. He seemed to want to fix our relationship but always stopped short of speaking. I didn’t know why, but since I couldn’t figure it out, I stopped thinking about it. Living alone for four years is fine. After graduation, this mess will be behind me. But while I moved on, someone else didn’t.

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After finding out my monthly allowance was $70,000, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Hannah, started copying me. I curled my hair; she permed her stick-straight hair. I got a new manicure; she took a picture of my nails to twenty different salons just to get an exact replica. I wore designer brands; she skipped meals and classes, working five jobs a day, just to buy the same items. I thought she was just a harmless copycat, but a month later, I was suddenly diagnosed with an incurable disease and died rapidly. As I closed my eyes, my family, who once doted on me, didn’t come to see me. Instead, they were stroking my roommate’s head, calling her by my exclusive nickname. I broke down, unable to understand what had happened. After death, my soul lingered and drifted to Hannah’s side. She was living in my room, buried in my boyfriend’s arms, boasting: “Thanks, Liam. If you hadn’t given me the money to copy her, I wouldn’t have been able to use the System to steal her luck and become her. Now, everything she had is mine.” It turned out everything was caused by her System. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hannah wanted to get the same hairstyle as me. 1 Click. The sound of a shutter accompanied by a flash. Hannah, caught in the act, frantically hid her phone. My best friend, Lily, leaned in and whispered: “Miley, want me to check if she’s secretly taking pictures of you? Lately, I always see her pointing her phone at you like a stalker fan. I can’t take it anymore.” I shook my head, signaling her to let it go. In my past life, I felt violated and demanded to see her photos. But Hannah’s gallery was empty, and I ended up being labeled a bully. Yet by nightfall, her stick-straight black hair was curled exactly like mine. From color to curl pattern, even the length—there wasn’t a single difference. From that day on, based on her silhouette, my friends repeatedly mistook Hannah for me. Thinking of that System, I messaged my personal stylist. “Sis, I’m bored with curls. Design me a new, high-difficulty hairstyle that no one can copy. Do a good job, and I’ll give you a bonus.” Her attitude was enthusiastic; she immediately sent a photo. In the picture, seven or eight stylists were in a meeting, designing my hair. I smiled, turned off my screen, and turned to Lily: “Let’s go get our hair done later. Call Wendy, it’s my treat.” “Sure, but we don’t want to take advantage of you. Let Wendy and me treat you to dinner later.” Before I could speak, Hannah’s shrill voice rang out from behind. “Where are you guys going to eat? Why didn’t you invite me? I’m your roommate, why are you isolating me? Miley, do you look down on me?” Her voice was too loud, attracting the attention of the entire class. Feeling everyone’s gaze, Hannah switched to a victimized look, pitifully saying: “I know you guys come from well-off families and are locals, looking down on someone from a small town like me. But I really want to have a good relationship with you guys and be friends.” Her idea of “being friends” and “having a good relationship” meant every time we went out to eat, she’d use her lack of money as an excuse to dodge the bill. If we pressed her, she’d use her background as an excuse, saying how pitiful she was and how little money she had. After a few times, we just didn’t want to hang out with her anymore. Just as I was about to pull out evidence to retort, my boyfriend and class monitor, Liam, charged out like a knight in shining armor: “Miley, didn’t I tell you? I don’t like bossy girls. Can you stop bullying people just because your family has some stinking money!” “Although Hannah’s family is worse off than yours, she’s more outstanding than you people born with silver spoons. She came from a small town to study at the same university as you, don’t you see how much effort she put in…” Hearing him constantly refer to my “stinking money” and seeing him defend Hannah so fiercely. I felt a wave of nausea. If my family hadn’t sponsored him, he’d still be in that remote village, working in a factory screwing bolts. If I hadn’t asked my parents to increase his allowance and constantly bought him high-end goods, how could he maintain his image of a well-off guy? But Liam wasn’t grateful. Instead, he despised the smell of my money, yet used it to help Hannah, knowing full well about her plan to replace me. Thinking of how disgusting he looked holding Hannah in my past life, I immediately messaged my parents. From now on, the group would stop sponsoring Liam. Let him and Hannah work part-time together as a struggling couple. 2 Seeing me still on my phone, Liam got even angrier: “Miley Qin, do you not think you did anything wrong?” “I, Liam, cannot accept such an unreasonable and bossy girlfriend. If you know you’re wrong, apologize to Hannah immediately and compensate her, or else I…” “Or else what?” Liam thought I was scared and raised his voice. “If you don’t apologize, I’m breaking up with you!” In the past, hearing “break up” would make me obey him immediately. After all, he saved me from thugs two years ago, and I was obedient out of gratitude. But after experiencing a bizarre death, I was no longer the girl who only saw romance. “Then let’s break up.” I blurted it out, shifting my gaze from the phone screen to his face: “However, breaking up is one thing. Since you say I use money to pressure people, you must look down on my money. So, the $300,000 you spent over these years, transfer it back to me now.” He was nervous when I agreed to break up, but hearing me ask for money, he suddenly relaxed, assuming I was just throwing a tantrum and playing hard to get. Because I was the most generous with money towards him and would never ask for it back. He pretended to be magnanimous: “Fine, take it. I don’t need your money.” Hannah wasn’t happy hearing this; she still needed money to copy me. “No! Liam, you can’t give the money. Who returns money after a breakup!” “Besides, didn’t you spend money on her during the relationship? Maybe you spent more. She asks for $300,000, you should calculate too, don’t let her take advantage.” Liam knew exactly how much he spent on me. He felt guilty but still pretended to be generous: “It’s okay, Hannah. Since Miley was my girlfriend, I’ll give it to her if she wants it.” While speaking, he winked at me, signaling me not to expose him and to stop while I was ahead. Before, considering his pride, I would have endured it. But now, I pulled up the list of gifts he gave me on my phone: “May 2023, when we started, you gave me a single rose. August, silver earrings. October, a ceramic bowl. This is the total cost of our three-year relationship. I wonder if these things are worth even $50…” I looked up at him again: “Student Liam, do you need me to read out how you spent my money in front of the class? Or do you want me to forward the bills to the class group chat?” Liam froze for a moment, observing my expression. He realized I was serious, but he still refused to apologize to me in front of everyone. His face turned cold, gritting his teeth: “Isn’t it just $300,000? I’ll transfer it.” He took out his phone, tapping furiously on the screen. “I transferred the money. Don’t come looking for me again!” He said that, but I didn’t receive any notification. Hannah didn’t know he was faking it. Thinking the money was sent, she snatched his phone trying to recall it. But after searching for a while, she didn’t see any transaction record. Confused, she said: “Liam, I don’t see the transfer record. Which bank did you use? Tell me quickly, I’ll recall it.” Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud. Liam’s face turned red. He shouted “shut up” at her and tried to drag her away. I blocked their path: “Liam, if you’re going to transfer, do it properly. Why pretend? I didn’t receive a dime. Playing games with me? You despise my money but enjoy eating soft rice?” Afraid people wouldn’t believe me, I held up my phone, showing various payment pages. Liam didn’t expect me not to give him any face and expose him like this. “Must be the network. The money hasn’t arrived yet! I’ll transfer again.” This time, the voice notification for $300,000 rang out. Liam looked incredibly pained but still postured: “See? I don’t care about your money at all!” I nodded, smiling contentedly at my balance. “Great. Money received, breakup done. We have nothing to do with each other now.” Saying that, I tried to pull Lily away. But he grabbed my hand: “You haven’t apologized to Hannah for isolating her! You can’t leave!” His words reminded me. I hadn’t thrown the mud Hannah flung at me back yet. Thanks to frequenting my family’s restaurant private rooms, I had surveillance footage. I called the restaurant staff and then sent the video of our four-person meals to the class group chat. “Why we don’t hang out with her? See for yourselves in the group chat video.” 3 Saying that, I dragged my roommates away first. By the time we reached the salon, the group chat had exploded. [OMG, how can someone be so self-righteous about being broke? Isn’t this just freeloading?] [Forget Miley and the others, if I met her, I’d hide far away.] Seeing the comments getting harsher, Hannah sent crying emojis, claiming I had a vendetta against her and the video was fabricated. But people aren’t fools; no one believed her. Humiliated, she frantically messaged me demanding a clarification. Seeing this, Liam also sent me a string of messages. [Miley Qin, I’m so disappointed in you. Just a small conflict between you two, is it necessary to slander Hannah like this?] [You hurt her. You need to apologize, return the $300,000, and transfer another $100,000 as compensation. Otherwise, I will never forgive you and never get back together with you.] This righteous demand for money made me laugh. Really treating me like an ATM? Stimulated by this, I suddenly remembered something. In my past life, Hannah changed hairstyles, bought luxury goods, and got manicures. When asked how she had so much money, she claimed she earned it from part-time jobs. Even I believed it until I died, until I heard her conversation with Liam. I realized she mocked me for being born with a silver spoon while guiltlessly sucking my blood. My mood ruined, I replied with “F*ck off.” Just as I was about to block him, a payment notification popped up from “Intimate Pay.” It was a hair salon bill. I trembled with rage, scrolling through past bills. Dresses, women’s underwear, condoms… everything. The earliest one dated back to March of the year before last. So they had been cheating on me this early. I didn’t hold back, directly @Liam in the class group. [Nice one, Liam. Using my Intimate Pay to keep your mistress?] Before he could reply, I @Hannah. [Feels good spending my money, huh? Scumbag and btch, a perfect match.]* I unlinked Intimate Pay. Afraid they’d take advantage, I called every place where I had membership cards. No one but me could use them. On the other side, just after paying for Hannah’s perm, Liam suddenly found Intimate Pay unusable. Thinking the app crashed, he restarted it several times. The staff thought he was trying to dine and dash, staring at him. Hannah felt embarrassed and urged him: “Liam, pay quickly. I’ll reward you properly later.” Helpless, Liam opened his own payment code, using his meager funds. When the $2,500 notification sounded, he couldn’t help but scream: “Why so expensive? It’s just hair! Hannah, did you get scammed?” The staff rolled their eyes and muttered: “We are a luxury salon. $4,000 total is expensive? Don’t do it if you can’t afford it.” Feeling humiliated, Liam’s face flushed. Then, seeing the 99+ messages in the group chat, he almost fainted from anger. He wanted to vent his rage on me, but couldn’t get through. I was blissfully unaware, immersed in getting my hair done. Six hours later, I rocked a Hime cut, Lily went blonde, and Wendy got big waves. Satisfied, I wanted to post on Moments. But thinking about being stalked, I gave up. Just thinking about Hannah’s face tomorrow made me happy. 4 Before class the next day, I heard someone calling my name in the hallway. I followed the voice and saw the class rep mistaking Hannah’s back for mine because of the curls. Hannah turned around, smiling shyly: “Oh, Class Rep, I’m not Miley. Do we look too alike? A lot of people mistook me today.” My eyes turned cold. I strode forward and interrupted: “Where do we look alike? Hannah, my skin isn’t as dark as yours, I’m not as short, and my eyes aren’t as small. Don’t lie through your teeth.” Recovering, the Class Rep saw my new hairstyle and agreed: “Yeah, you and Miley don’t look alike at all. I just mistook the curly hair.” She linked arms with me affectionately: “But your new style is so beautiful, even better than before. I won’t mistake you again.” Other friends chimed in: “Yeah, so beautiful. Thought big waves suited you, but this Hime cut is even better.” “Right, this hairstyle is so unique, obviously custom designed. If someone tries to copy it again, it’ll just be a cheap knockoff.” Hearing this, Hannah turned red with anger and stomped her foot: “What do you mean? Think I want to copy her? Think I want to look like her? What’s worth copying about a rich second generation like her!” After speaking, her jealous gaze fell on my hair: “Ugly, so ugly. Who told you to get a Hime cut? Doesn’t suit you at all.” Seeing her like this, instead of getting angry, I stroked my hair and smiled: “Is that so? As long as I like it.” I bumped past her, but Hannah chased and blocked me: “But Liam won’t like it! He prefers how you looked before.” Afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she dragged Liam over. “Right, Liam? You think so too, right?” Liam looked at me, ears burning red, stuttering like he had a stroke, unable to speak. Hannah burst into tears out of frustration, pushed me, and ran into the classroom. “Sick. Go see a doctor if you’re sick.” I cursed at her and pushed back. During the break, Wendy came back from the bathroom and whispered to me: “I just heard Hannah on the phone. She booked a manicure for this afternoon. And guess what? The picture she showed was the one you posted two days ago. If I hadn’t accidentally bumped into her phone, I wouldn’t have known she was stalking your social media.” This reminded me. I found Hannah’s profile to block her. But a fun idea popped into my head, so I changed my mind. “Great. I’m bored with this nail style anyway. Shall we change it later?”

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