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After Ryan’s undercover work ended, he seemed like a different person. He would often stare blankly out the window, his eyes filled with an inescapable melancholy and sadness. He no longer lifted our daughter, spinning her around and calling her his baby girl. He stopped bringing flowers home as a surprise after work. He even awkwardly shied away from my intimate gestures. Later, on the day our daughter had a car accident, I saw him passionately yet restrainedly kissing a girl in the pouring rain. I was still in a meeting when I received the news about our daughter’s car accident. When I heard the words “died on the spot,” it felt like lightning had struck me, shattering my world. I rushed to the funeral home like a madwoman, only to see my daughter’s twisted body lying on a cold table. The yellow floral dress I had helped her put on that morning had now become her burial clothes. Everything around me was chaotic. Some people were trying to comfort me, while others were asking questions. The truck driver was frantically explaining, “Your daughter suddenly crossed the road. It had nothing to do with me!” I collapsed on the ground, desperately crying out, “How could she have crossed the road alone? Where’s her father? Where is he?” “Mrs. Lee, your daughter was getting off the bus alone. We didn’t see any adult accompanying her,” the police officer said with a hint of sympathy. I had always picked up and dropped off our daughter for her after-school program. Only this time, she had timidly asked if her dad could take her. Ever since Ryan returned from his year-long business trip, his attitude towards us had become very cold. He often sat alone lost in thought, avoiding eye contact with me. Even calling me changed from the affectionate “Mia” to the formal “Zhimiao.” He frequently made excuses to sit in the car and smoke, and he seemed uncomfortable and even annoyed when our daughter tried to act cute around him. Our once-doted-on daughter didn’t understand what had happened to her dad and innocently wanted to mend their relationship. I agreed, and after sending them off, I went to the office for a meeting. But I never imagined that this one time I let go would cost my daughter her life. I kept calling Ryan, but all I got was a busy signal. With my mother-in-law seriously ill and my parents far away in our hometown, I had to face this devastating blow to life alone. In the end, with my signature, my daughter was reduced to a small box of ashes. Holding my daughter’s urn, I returned to our neighborhood like a walking corpse, only to be stunned by the sight of Ryan. In the pouring rain, he gently and restrainedly lifted the face of the girl opposite him, planting a deep kiss. The girl was petite and delicate, gradually losing strength as she was overwhelmed by the kiss, her soft body enveloped in Ryan’s arms. They kissed passionately, so absorbed that they didn’t even notice me as an onlooker. Images of my daughter’s tragic death flashed through my mind, intertwining with the scene before me, creating an absurdly jarring picture. At that moment, I didn’t know whether to be angry or heartbroken. I didn’t even have the strength to confront them or lose my mind. I just stood there, my mind blank. I should have seen this coming. Ryan’s job was of a special nature, and when I married him, I was prepared to independently support a family. For seven years, I worked during the day and cared for my sick mother-in-law at the hospital at night. I single-handedly arranged everything for our new home, carrying heavy tiles up six floors just to save a few hundred dollars. When bullied by neighbors, I had to muster up the courage to argue back, clutching a kitchen knife for protection. Later, when I got pregnant, I fainted in the bathroom for seven or eight hours before someone found me. I went to prenatal check-ups alone, feeling out of place among the couples at the obstetrics department. When my water broke in the middle of the night, I took a taxi to the hospital by myself, forcing myself to sign the consent forms. When I was sad, he wasn’t by my side. When I was happy, he still wasn’t there. I was like a lone ranger. Whenever people asked about my husband, I had to give vague answers due to confidentiality, which led many to assume I was a pitiful widow.

I always felt that my sacrifices were worth it. He deeply loved his profession, and I deeply loved him. We had our happy moments too. When he wasn’t busy, he would drive two hours just to buy me a small cake. He would bring home a bouquet of roses after work. During my postpartum confinement, he would stay up all night to take care of our daughter, changing diapers, feeding her, and doing housework with ease. He loved to cup my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine, and say with deep emotion, “Mia, thank you for everything. Without you, we wouldn’t have this home.” “I will love you forever.” Until he went on a business trip for a year. I didn’t know the content of his work, but I once bumped into him butchering meat at a farmer’s market. I vaguely understood something then, pretending to be a stranger as we passed by, and hadn’t contacted him for a year since. I never expected that after he returned, he would be like a completely different person. He could go an entire day without saying a word, showing no interest in anything in our home. At night, we slept in the same bed, but it felt like there was an insurmountable chasm between us. Our home was filled with an awkward, half-baked atmosphere. I tried to ease the tension between us, but Ryan kept avoiding me, making various excuses. Finally, he even looked at me with an extremely unfamiliar gaze and said sarcastically, “How come I never noticed before that you have such a strong libido?” Until now, I finally understood where the problem between us lay. I stood there for a long time. Finally, the girl noticed me. She nervously pushed Ryan away, hiding in his arms with a blushing face. Ryan’s face flashed with rare panic. He instinctively shielded the girl behind him, quickly regaining his composure: “Zhimiao, she’s innocent. Don’t take it out on her. I’ll explain when we get home…” “No need.” I looked coldly at the man I once loved deeply, enunciating each word: “I asked you to take Lily to her after-school program. Where did you go?” “I received an urgent work call and couldn’t get away,” Ryan explained. “I watched Lily get on the bus. It’s just two blocks from the bus stop to the class, and she’s already four years old. She knows the way.” A heart-wrenching pain made me double over, almost unable to stand. Tears mixed with rain streamed down my face. Lily was only four years old, yet he let a four-year-old little girl take a half-hour bus ride alone and then walk a kilometer to class. He knew better than anyone how dangerous society could be, yet he was so negligent with his own daughter. “So your so-called work was kissing this girl?!” I raised my voice, pointing at the girl shrinking in his arms. She looked very young, possibly still in college. She was biting her lower lip vulnerably, trembling at my outburst. Ryan instinctively hugged her, first lowering his head to comfort her not to be afraid, then looking up at me with an impatient tone. “Mia Lee, don’t scare the kid. Please try to understand the special nature of my work. You used to be so understanding…” I couldn’t hold back anymore and rushed over to slap him hard across the face. The girl screamed in fright, reaching out to caress Ryan’s face with concern. “Let’s get a divorce,” I said. With that, I turned and left without looking back. Two hours later, Ryan finally came home. Seeing that I had packed up half the house, he frowned deeply. “I’m already exhausted. Can you stop throwing tantrums like a child?” he said. “You think I’m throwing a tantrum?” I was too mentally and physically drained to even argue, just looking at him coldly.

“Ryan Shaw, do you even care about this family anymore? If you truly cared about us, Lily wouldn’t have…” “Emma is my adopted sister,” Ryan interrupted me roughly. He fell silent for a long while, then slowly began to tell the story of himself and that girl. “This past year, she’s been the one taking care of me. She’s done so much for me.” Ryan’s expression softened as he spoke of their history. He said Emma was a silly girl who, despite knowing he was married, still recklessly gave her heart to him. He said she loved watching superhero shows, had a hero complex, and liked to show off. Several times, she put herself in danger trying to save him. He said she was carefree and liked wearing short skirts, always accidentally flashing people, then complaining that he was too controlling. He talked about their countless nights huddled together for warmth, holding hands, legs touching, their breath on each other’s faces. The girl would chatter on about her little troubles, like not having enough credits, her counselor not approving her leave request, her roommate being annoying… He felt like he had also become ten years younger, returning to his youthful days. Finally, he said, “I know our relationship has gone beyond that of siblings now.” “Give me time. I’ll forget about her and live well with you.” Ryan closed his eyes, showing a pained expression. “She’s still young and doesn’t understand. I should know better. I’ve already wasted a year of her life. I can’t continue to hold her back.” I could barely breathe. Did Ryan realize what he was saying? He was telling his wife about his love story with someone else. It was as if I were the third party, maliciously interfering in his and Emma’s love, forcing him to give up his true love to fulfill family responsibilities. Ryan remembered her sacrifices for him, but what about me? Were my seven years of love and seven years of protection all for nothing? After a long while, I calmed down: “I’ll just give you your freedom directly.” I picked up my suitcase and pushed past him to go downstairs. Ryan grabbed my hand, meeting my gaze with a pleading look in his eyes: “Zhimiao, I promise, today was the last time I’ll see her. I still love you. I want to give Lily a complete family…” “Don’t mention Lily to me!” I completely lost control, forcefully throwing my bag at him. Sharp decorations on the bag cut Ryan’s face and neck, drawing blood. He stood there stunned as I left without looking back. I rented a small apartment near my company, contacting a lawyer while packing up and handling our daughter’s affairs. While I was busy, I received a call from the hospital. “Mrs. Lee, your mother-in-law has had another attack. Please come quickly…” My heart tightened suddenly, and I grabbed my bag and rushed out. My mother-in-law was in the late stages of cancer. After marrying Ryan, I had voluntarily taken on the task of caring for her, attending to her daily needs, checking and getting her medications, and managing her diet. I did everything I could except bear the pain of her illness for her. For seven years, rain or shine, I stayed at the hospital at least four days a week. Only these past two days, because of what happened to our daughter, I had been distracted and forgotten about my mother-in-law still in the hospital. I rushed over anxiously, but to my surprise, when I opened the door, I saw Emma smilingly coaxing my mother-in-law to drink some porridge. She wasn’t wearing short skirts like Ryan had said, but long pants and long sleeves, looking proper and clean, like the girl next door that anyone would instinctively like. My mother-in-law was chatting happily with her, the two looking as close as mother and daughter. “…Mom,” I called out hoarsely. My mother-in-law quickly waved me over, introducing with a warm smile: “Mia, this is Ryan’s colleague’s sister. Has he mentioned her to you?” Emma saw me and couldn’t hide her nervousness, awkwardly standing up from her chair. She stammered, “We’ve… we’ve met…” Seeing that I didn’t respond, Emma’s eyes gradually reddened, and she ran out with her head down like a frightened rabbit, only to bump into Ryan who had just entered. She immediately relaxed as if she had found her anchor, grabbing Ryan’s sleeve and hiding behind him, timidly looking at me. Ryan was holding some test results, his brows furrowed as he questioned me: “Zhimiao, if you have issues with me, I have nothing to say. But hasn’t my mom always treated you well? Is this how you take care of her for me?!” He forcefully threw the papers at me. The words “critical condition” and “imminent death” caught my eye. Before I could say anything, a nurse who had been observing couldn’t hold back anymore and angrily said: “Your wife has taken excellent care of your mom. Have you ever tried caring for a patient non-stop for seven years?!” “Your mom already had an incurable cancer. The fact that she’s survived until today is all thanks to your wife’s dedicated care! As for you, her son, how many times have you visited the hospital in seven years? You can count it on one hand, right?” Ryan was chastened into regaining some sense, hanging his head dejectedly. Emma couldn’t bear to listen anymore and retorted: “Ryan’s work is special. He doesn’t have time…” “He has time for an affair but no time to care for his own mother?!” the nurse blurted out. The hallway suddenly fell silent. A doctor came over and pulled her away, and the nurse shut up, still indignant. Emma’s eyes reddened, about to cry again. But at this moment, Ryan had no energy to comfort her. He said hoarsely: “Bring Lily back. Let her see her grandmother one last time.

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My Wife and Her “Guy Friend” Were Caught Having Sex in a Car in the Suburbs and Got into an Accident The doctor said if we wanted to save her legs, we needed to come up with $300,000 for surgery right away. After hearing this, I, a grown man, broke down sobbing hysterically. “My wife is the most famous dancer in this city! Her legs are how she makes her living and reputation!” “If she loses her legs, she’ll have no will to live!” “So please be gentle when you amputate her legs later!” As soon as I rushed to the hospital, I quickly wiped the smirk off my face that I’d been wearing the whole way there. I fell to my knees by my wife’s bed and started wailing dramatically. “Oh Alana, how could you be so foolish!” “You could have at least chosen a safer place for your rendezvous. I wouldn’t have minded!” “As long as you’re safe and sound, I don’t care about anything else! Please don’t feel so guilty about doing such a shameful thing that you want to end your life!” The nurse beside me looked moved, probably never having seen such a devoted husband before. The doctor came over and pulled me aside, saying sternly: “Go raise the surgery fee quickly. We can still save her legs!” I immediately scrambled to my feet. “Right, the money. I’ll call my mother-in-law right away!” I dialed Mrs. Taylor’s number. “Mom! I need you to transfer $300,000 right away! Alana needs it for treatment…” “What treatment needs $300,000? Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m telling you, I won’t give you even $3! You’re good for nothing. Get lost, you hear me!” “But Mom, this is real…” “Real my ass! Beep beep-” Mrs. Taylor’s loud voice blared through my phone’s speaker for everyone to hear clearly. Especially the final beeps as she hung up on me. I struggled to keep the corners of my mouth from turning up as I looked helplessly at the doctor. “Doctor, I don’t have the money.” “My wife treasures her legs more than anything.” “So please be gentle when you amputate them later!” “What about this man? Are you going to save him?” the doctor asked, pointing at my wife’s lover. “Of course! My wife loves him so much. She can get prosthetic legs, but we can’t bring a person back to life once they’re gone. You must save him!” Then I wiped away my tears and said seriously: “But given my position, I’m not really in a place to sign the surgery consent forms, am I?” The doctor turned and wheeled my wife into the emergency room. The nurse gave me a sympathetic look before hurrying in after them. As soon as they were gone, I texted my father-in-law: “Alana’s legs are ruined. Mom won’t let us save them. We can’t go on living like this.”

By the time Mrs. Taylor rushed to the hospital, Alana had already been wheeled out of surgery. “Alana! My poor baby, what happened to you?” “Mom, Alana just had surgery. Don’t shout, it’s not good for her,” I said softly. Mrs. Taylor looked up and saw me, her eyes instantly filled with venom. “Why couldn’t it have been you in the accident! How dare you show your face here. Alana is in this state all because she married a useless man like you!” “You think you’re so capable? Then hurry up and pay for Alana’s treatment! ” I spread my hands helplessly. “Mom, I already asked you for money earlier. You wouldn’t give me any…” Mrs. Taylor suddenly remembered and jumped up, spitting as she yelled. “You’re talking nonsense! Is there a single word of truth that comes out of your mouth?” Before she could finish, I played the recording of our earlier phone call. “Mom, Alana needs money for her legs…” “Needs my ass!!” An unusual silence fell over the emergency room. “Mom, you took all our family’s money after my business failed. How am I supposed to save her if you won’t give me any money?” “How can you blame me now? I told you about this right away.” “You… you did this on purpose, didn’t you!” Mrs. Taylor’s face turned bright red as she spoke. She lunged at me with her claws out, but two quick-thinking nurses held her back. They gave her a look of disgust and said, “What are you yelling about? The patient needs peace and quiet! What kind of mother are you…” Given my earlier heartfelt words, the two young nurses had already become my devoted fans. Seeing my mother-in-law, they shook their heads disapprovingly, as if wondering how such a good man ended up with such an awful family. “Are you two his mistresses? How dare you take his side. Have you no shame?” “Who are you calling shameless?” “You’re the shameless one!” “Say that again, I dare you!” Just as they were about to come to blows, a weak voice came from the hospital bed. “Mom…” Alana had woken up.

Mrs. Taylor immediately rushed to her bedside and grabbed her hand. “Alana, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt? I’m sorry Mommy came late.” After wiping away a tear, she pointed at me angrily. “This is what happens when you insist on marrying such a useless man. If he hadn’t lost even the car, would you have needed to take a cab just to go teach a student?” “My student… Oh right, how’s Adam? Is he okay?!” “Who’s Adam?” Mrs. Taylor asked, confused. I helpfully explained: “He’s the one who was driving Alana to her lesson. I heard he was rescued from the car pretty easily. Since they weren’t wearing any clothes, they were able to pull them out quickly.” “You!” Mrs. Taylor’s finger trembled as she pointed at me. “How dare you slander and humiliate my daughter like this. I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!” “Stop arguing! I need to go see Adam!” Alana anxiously threw off her blanket, only to find empty space beneath. “Where are my legs?!” Alana let out a piercing scream, the pain evident in her voice. I covered my face in sorrow, afraid they would see my joyful expression. “Where are Alana’s legs?!” Mrs. Taylor frantically felt around the bed while Alana started smashing vases and throwing things. “I know, it must be you, you bastard, who hurt Alana!” Alana’s bloodshot eyes instantly turned to me, suspecting I had taken revenge. I quickly waved my hands. “Alana, I already told Mom about this situation before you woke up. The doctors here heard everything clearly!” “You know better than anyone that other people don’t know about our family’s finances. You and Mom said I wasn’t fit to run a business, so you took control of all the company’s money. All the family’s money is with Mom!” “Your legs needed $300,000 for surgery urgently. I could only ask Mom for it, but she wouldn’t give it! It was her who wouldn’t save you, I’m useless! I couldn’t come up with the money!” I immediately played the recording again. That “Needs my ass!!” rang out especially loud. Alana’s face gradually darkened, then she stared intently at her mother. Anyone could hear that Mrs. Taylor was only concerned with her own enjoyment. She had taken all the family’s money under the guise of “safekeeping” it for Alana. Now she had caused Alana to miss the critical window to save her legs. Mrs. Taylor immediately knelt on the ground wailing. “Oh Alana! It’s your scoundrel of a husband who deceived us both! He didn’t explain things clearly!” “Enough!” Alana shouted, her whole body trembling with anger as she pointed at her mother. “Get out!” “How can you speak to me like this, daughter!” Suddenly, Mr. Taylor burst in, calling out to Alana in a panic. “Dad…” Mr. Taylor froze when he saw Alana’s empty pant legs. He had often bragged to others about how talented his daughter was at dancing, how many awards she had won. His current leisurely and affluent lifestyle was all thanks to his precious daughter’s dancing legs. All those officials had been falling over themselves to send him gifts in hopes of having Alana teach their children to dance. Now her legs were gone. Everything was gone, everything ruined! “Thank goodness you’re here, Alana’s father! Hurry and do something about our son-in-law. He’s trying to destroy our whole family…” Smack! A resounding slap landed squarely on Mrs. Taylor’s face from Mr. Taylor.

My name is Caleb Frost. I used to be a successful business owner. One of those young and accomplished entrepreneurs. Five years ago, I met Alana at a dinner party. She was still in college at the time. I had dropped out of high school to start my business, so I was completely defenseless against a cultured and beautiful girl like Alana. She seemed as pure as a white flower back then. I fell deeply in love with her. I truly believed she was the most talented and gentle, pure girl I had ever met. I pursued her passionately. Her family didn’t support her going to art school, only wanting to pay for her brother’s education. The night they told her to drop out, she came to me crying. We had some drinks that night and ended up sleeping together. From then on, I was utterly devoted to supporting her studies. To put it bluntly, I was basically her sugar daddy. Not only did she win award after award, within two years of graduating she became an outstanding dance teacher. It seemed only natural when she married me afterwards. I always thought my in-laws were petty and calculative people. I only tolerated them for Alana’s sake. But later I realized Alana was the most deeply hidden schemer of them all! She was actually promiscuous to the core! When my company ran into trouble, I was being crushed by a rival company and couldn’t lift my head. It was only when that big boss got drunk that he told me. “You know why the whole market is targeting you now?” “It’s because you married the mayor’s mistress!” After that, I checked her phone one night and discovered she was maintaining relationships with different men! One of them was even her own student! She actively sent photos and videos to seduce the student, driving him crazy. Every time she went to his house for tutoring, she wasn’t teaching academic subjects, but giving lessons in anatomy! She had never shown this side of herself when she was with me! I was burning with rage. The next day when she was about to go to the student’s house for a lesson, I was ready to confront her, but then I got a call from the hospital… “You slut! This is all your fault!” Mr. Taylor cursed viciously at his wife. Mrs. Taylor was seeing stars from the slap. She promptly sat down on the floor and started wailing. “Oh heavens, we can’t go on living like this!” Mrs. Taylor was just an uncultured old woman from the countryside. Whenever anything happened, she would make a scene by crying and screaming, completely lacking class. “How exactly did the accident happen?!” Mr. Taylor asked anxiously and angrily. “Which bastard was driving you? You’ve lost your legs and your life is ruined. I’m going to go break his arms right now!” “That’s right, daughter! Hurry and tell us who the driver was and who caused the accident! We need to get compensation from them!” Mrs. Taylor had stopped crying on the floor and was now focused on getting money. I watched with amusement as Alana’s face turned bright red, unable to speak. I quickly clapped my hands. “Alana doesn’t want to talk about it, so let me tell Mom and Dad.”

“Mom, Dad, you know Alana is an extremely responsible teacher who takes meticulous care of her students’ lives.” “How could such a good teacher… end up in this situation.” Mr. Taylor impatiently interrupted me. “Get to the point!” I paused, frowning as I said: “This is the point, Dad. She took such good care of her student that she even got in the car with him for some in-depth tutoring. She’s really so considerate…” “What nonsense are you spouting?! Are you saying our Alana was fooling around with that little punk? How dare you say such things about our daughter! I’ll beat you to death, you scoundrel!” After hearing this, Mr. Taylor swung his arm to punch me. I nimbly dodged, causing him to stumble and nearly crash headfirst into the hospital bed. “He’s been making up lies and slandering Alana since earlier. He’s just jealous that our Alana is making more money and becoming famous as a teacher now. Marrying our daughter was like a toad getting lucky and eating swan meat for him.” “That’s right, I know my own daughter. Alana is such a pure and innocent girl. If she could do something like that, I’d jump out this window right now!” Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were extremely agitated, convinced I was a despicable person trying to frame their daughter. It made sense. They were originally a family that favored sons over daughters. Their son had been kicked out of college for fighting, and now all three of them were leeching off Alana. Alana cared too much about keeping up appearances and always gave in to their demands. In the past when my business was doing well, I had turned a blind eye to this kind of thing. But after my company ran into trouble, her brother went from eagerly parking my car whenever I visited the in-laws, to now sarcastically mocking me even when I just came over for a meal. They were truly fair-weather friends. “Who is Alana Taylor?” While Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were ranting at me, a police officer walked in. “Oh Officer! Please take this vile man who keeps spewing filth away! He’s the one bullying our daughter and causing her to lose her legs!” The police officer ignored my mother-in-law and walked straight to my wife’s bedside, pulling out photos printed from surveillance footage. “This is you in the photos, right?”

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In my dream, I was chained and collared. A tall man gazed at me with an almost manic look in his eyes, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. “My puppy…” he whispered. “Don’t try to escape me.” I woke up with a start. I had heard from a coworker that the new general manager was mixed-race and supposedly very handsome. We were going to meet him this afternoon. When I saw that face, identical to the one in my dream, the blood in my body seemed to freeze instantly. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Then I saw the man smile at me before turning to greet everyone else. “Hello everyone, I’m Maxwell.” I remained stiff, not daring to move an inch. I opened my eyes to find darkness all around me. The damp, gloomy atmosphere made me frown. I raised my hand, hearing the sound of chains rattling. The cold touch made me uneasy, and I began to assess my current situation. I was restrained by chains on my hands and feet, unable to move. There was also a collar around my neck. This feeling of being trapped made me very uncomfortable. Suddenly, the sound of leather shoes on the floor appeared, getting louder and softer. I tensed up, cold sweat dripping from my forehead. After about ten seconds, a pair of leather shoes appeared in my line of sight. I looked up to check the person’s appearance, and when our eyes met, my body froze. The man before me had thin lips and wore a black suit. His tall, muscular frame fit the suit perfectly, showing off his flawless physique. Just as I was about to speak, my chin was grabbed. “Mmph!” The man’s eyes darkened. “Who… are you? Why are you here?” I wanted to say I didn’t know either, but the hand on my chin was like an iron clamp, not giving me any chance to speak. Just when I was about to suffocate, the man finally let go. I gasped for air, my eyes fixed on him. He was quite handsome, just not very human-like. As I was sizing him up, the man was also examining me. When I finally caught my breath, I spoke, “I don’t know where I came from. Do you know where this is?” The man replied in a deep voice, “This is my home.” His tone implied that I was trespassing. I: “…” I was about to speak again when a familiar sound suddenly rang in my ears. “Ding ding ding ding ding—” The sound of the alarm clock woke me up. As I recalled the scene just now, it felt as real as if it had actually happened. At first, I thought it was just a nightmare, but on the second night… Seeing the man appear before him again, my body stiffened, and I didn’t even dare to speak. The man simply leaned down and gently sucked on my earlobe, looking down to observe my reaction. My ears were very sensitive, and I would never let anyone touch them normally. But now, with someone holding it in their mouth, my reaction was intense. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard a soft chuckle. That laugh made my face even redder. “Don’t… don’t touch my ears…” I protested weakly, but the person on top of me didn’t stop at all. I wanted to speak again, but my open mouth was filled with two fingers, gently stirring inside. “Mmph!!” I was forced to keep my mouth open, tears welling up in my eyes from the physical reaction. “Be good, don’t resist.” … I suddenly opened my eyes in bed, gasping for air. It was still dark outside, and the dim room reminded me of the scene in my dream. My face instantly turned red. There was a sticky feeling down below. I lifted the covers to look. “…” I ran off to wash my underwear, my ears burning red. At the same time, in another place, Maxwell got out of bed with a dark expression and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom, hot water poured over Maxwell’s body as he recalled the dream he just had. He felt like a spectator, watching himself make love to the man he had dreamed about yesterday. Was he really so desperate that even his dreams were about this? The recent events were indeed strange. Maxwell changed into his clothes, not bothering to go back to sleep. He directly opened his phone to search. [What does it mean to dream about the same person two days in a row?] The search results were varied and unreliable. Maxwell irritably closed his phone and got into bed, starting to ponder… I was still doing the same as usual, ordering takeout after work and lying on the couch scrolling through videos. I came across a video about formal wear, and suddenly some erotic images flashed through my mind. The phone fell onto the carpet with a muffled thud. My voice, gritting my teeth, echoed through the living room. “Caleb, you’re hopeless!” That night, I fell asleep again. Familiar place, familiar chains and collar. I felt like I was getting used to it. The man walked in. This time, he didn’t make any physical contact with me. The strange atmosphere made me a bit uneasy. The man knelt down, looking at me with an almost manic gaze. He buried his head in my neck, constantly inhaling my scent. It tickled a bit, but I didn’t dare move. The man’s current state scared me a little. The man’s low voice sounded strange in this dark, damp basement. “My puppy…” “Are you going to leave me too?” I turned my head with difficulty to look the man in the eye, but the emotion in his eyes made me pause. Was he… sad? A pain made me look down. A knife gleaming with a silver light entered my vision. Before losing consciousness, I heard the man’s vicious voice. “Don’t try to escape me.”

“Ah!” I woke up startled, cold sweat dripping from my forehead. The pain felt too real. The suffocating feeling of death made me fearful. I gasped for air, taking a long time to come back to my senses. I didn’t know what to say. The events in the dream were too bizarre. I opened my phone and saw that the gossip group I was in was chatting. They’re still not asleep at this hour? “New general manager? Mixed-race? And very handsome???” I looked at the messages popping up in the chat, picking out the keywords, feeling a bit confused. Whatever, I’ll see him this afternoon anyway. I didn’t feel excited; I still hadn’t recovered from the dream just now. Just thinking about being stabbed made me feel pain. On the other side, Maxwell woke up. Today he didn’t dream about that person again, and he felt a bit empty inside. But Maxwell quickly adjusted his state, preparing to wash up and go to the new company in the afternoon. The morning passed quickly. I was holding my lunch box when the conversation from the break room reached my ears. “I saw him! I saw him! He’s really incredibly handsome! Great body, handsome face, I feel like my HP is about to be cleared.” “Really?” Another person obviously didn’t quite believe it. “Oh come on, you’ll see for yourself this afternoon!” I quickly finished my meal and walked back to my seat, thinking about what to do after work tonight. Lost in thought, time passed quickly, and soon it was time to get off work. However, I received an order from my superior. “…We have to go welcome the new general manager?” I was speechless but had to obey. The location was a somewhat hidden barbecue restaurant, not easy to find. I circled around a few times before finding it. I silently prayed that the food would be good… Actually, it was nothing special, just eating some food and waiting for the main character to arrive. But the main character seemed to be late. I didn’t care, I was about to stuff a skewer of beef into my mouth when the door of the private room opened. I heard the rising and falling gasps around me and looked up, meeting the eyes of the man who walked in. For a moment, I felt like I was back in that dark, damp basement, with shackles on my hands. I felt like the blood in my body froze instantly. I held my breath, my hand involuntarily starting to tremble.

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I was the beautiful teacher, the unattainable dream for countless students. But the boy I’d bent over backwards to help drugged me. As I hazily mumbled “honey,” his hand slithered under my blouse. Afterward, he couldn’t stop bragging, spreading our intimate videos like wildfire. “Dream girl? Please. I’ve had her. Nothing special.” I plummeted from a pedestal to rock bottom. Soon after, my husband divorced me, my parents became social pariahs, and the school kicked me to the curb. Crushed by the online witch hunt, I took a swan dive off the school’s roof. Then I woke up. I’d gone back in time to the day that boy first transferred to our class. There I was again, standing before my senior class, donning that familiar bohemian dress and white sandals, the epitome of grace. Still the young, drop-dead gorgeous literature teacher. We had a new kid joining us, a charity case. Today was his first day. The moment he shuffled in, all eyes locked onto him, hushed whispers erupting. “Jesus, he looks like he crawled out of a horror movie. What a disappointment.” “I’m not trying to be mean, but I might be sick. Seriously, no offense.” He hobbled in with a noticeable limp. His sallow face was a maze of acne scars, topped off with a nose like a bulbous potato and a mole the size of a quarter underneath. “H-hey everyone. I’m the new guy. Hope we can get along.” As he stammered out his greeting, his eyes never left me. My breath caught in my throat. Ethan Springs. A name that would haunt me for a thousand lifetimes, each syllable dripping with venom. In my past life, I’d pitied this poor, crippled kid. I’d torn into anyone who dared bully him, bought him new clothes, taught him how to carry himself, told him to keep his chin up. But on one stormy night, Ethan Springs stalked me home. Like an idiot, I let him in out of the rain. He repaid me by slipping something in my drink. As I lay on the couch in a daze, calling out for my husband, his shaky hands fumbled with my buttons. Then everything went black. I was helpless as a newborn kitten. I woke up the next day, my body a canvas of bruises. Panicked, I ran to the cops, but the little snake had vanished into thin air. For days, I was a nervous wreck, jumping at shadows. Then I saw it. The high-def video making the rounds in every group chat, captioned: “Some dream girl. I’ve had her. Nothing to write home about.” The woman in the video was me, whimpering, sobbing, begging. In an instant, the internet exploded. See, I’d gone viral before when someone snapped a candid of me. The internet had dubbed me “The Girl Next Door” and “The Unattainable Dream.” #DreamTeacherSeducesStudent #DisgraceToTheProfession He never stepped up to take responsibility. Instead, he skulked in the shadows, giggling like a creep, sending me anonymous texts: “Miss Sophie, now we’re both in the gutter. Be with me. I’ll treat you right.” In the end, I couldn’t take the cyber lynch mob. I climbed to the school’s roof and took the plunge. I was three months pregnant at the time. From everyone’s dream girl to public enemy number one, I’d hit rock bottom. But now, as I stood at that familiar podium again, eyeing the boy in the back row, I felt the gears of fate starting to turn. This was my shot at redemption. He looked up at me, his accent thick as molasses: “‘The bubbling spring is voiceless in its flow; In shadow of the trees, a fountain plays.’ Miss, I’m… I’m Ethan. Ethan Springs.” The class erupted in jeers. “Dude, are you for real? You know our teacher’s name is Miss Sophie Summers, right?” He froze for a second, then flashed me a shy smile.

Our eyes met, and a chill ran down my spine. I forced myself to stay cool. After all, in this life, he was clueless. I could still nip this in the bud. “We’ve got a new face. Anyone want to be his desk buddy?” He’d started school late, already twenty and built like a linebacker. Not to mention his face looked like it’d been through a meat grinder. The class went dead silent. Nobody was jumping at the chance. Then Megan, our class rep, raised her hand. “Miss Summers, as class rep, I should set an example. I’ll sit with the new kid.” Looking at Megan’s kind, honest face, I saw a mirror of my past self. I coldly replied: “I hear your grades were pretty shabby before you transferred. Wouldn’t want to hold Megan back. Why don’t you grab that empty seat in the back?” There were plenty of open spots, but I’d chosen the most blatantly unfair option. He looked bewildered, like he couldn’t believe I was not only giving him the cold shoulder but actively throwing him under the bus. Ethan’s lips twitched, and he mumbled under his breath. “How… Miss Summers looks so gentle. How could she discriminate against me too?” Every word out of his mouth sent shivers down my spine. After class, I practically sprinted back to the staff room. My back was drenched in cold sweat, but I didn’t even notice as I gulped down scalding tea. My mind was racing. Should I quit now? Run away? I’d fought tooth and nail for this teaching position. How many sleepless nights had I spent studying to land this gig? They never let teachers switch classes in the final year, not with college entrance exams looming. Why should I give up everything because of him? I sat there in a daze until it was time to clock out. Jack came to pick me up, waiting in his car outside the school gates for half an hour. When he saw me coming down the steps, he rushed to open the door, pulling me into his arms. “Babe, you look awful. What’s wrong?” As I breathed in his familiar, warm scent, I finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Jack and I had always been rock solid. In my past life, our “divorce” was just a front to shield me from the online hate mob. He whisked me away to a new city where we could start fresh. Later, when he saw how broken I was, he even went after Ethan with a knife. But Ethan used his grandma as a human shield. Jack got played. He ended up bleeding out on the pavement. Now, looking at Jack’s handsome face, still untouched by tragedy, I wiped away my tears and forced a smile. “It’s nothing. Just feeling a bit under the weather. Let’s go home.” Jack was having none of it. He grabbed my hand and made a beeline for the hospital. I couldn’t talk him out of it. An hour later, the rush blood test results came back. I was pregnant. Turns out, I was already carrying Jack’s baby at this point in time. When he found out I was pregnant, Jack swept me up in his arms, spinning me around. “Babe, this is amazing! We’re going to have a little one of our own!” “I hope it’s a girl. I’d love to raise a mini-Sophie, she’d be as beautiful and sweet as you.” I smiled through my tears, making a silent vow. This time, I’d protect our hard-earned happiness at all costs. The next day, I went to class as usual. My voice was hoarse from yesterday, so I brought a clip-on mic. The amplified sound drowned out all the messy emotions. I didn’t even glance at that corner, just taught my lesson like nothing was wrong. Things stayed quiet for a few days. Then, on Thursday afternoon, right after my last class, as I was heading back to the staff room. A group of girls were helping Ethan along, blocking my path. He’d clearly been roughed up. He reeked of toilet water, covered in bruises, his limp more pronounced than ever. But I knew better. This pitiful act was just a mask for the monster underneath. He was actually pretty strong, but he never fought back. He’d let the bullies have their way, never making a peep. His fingernails were long and grimy. His left hand was a mess, skin peeled off his index finger, the wound looking nasty. “Miss Summers, Ethan got beat up! The skin on his finger’s hanging off. What should we do?” The girls in our class were always ready to play hero, standing up for the underdog. Ethan gazed at me with puppy dog eyes, his nose scrunched up in pain, the sheen of oil on it making me want to gag. “Help me, Miss… please.” I was about to brush them off, tell them to take him to the nurse’s office, when our class monitor, Jenny, called out to me. “Miss Summers, don’t you have a first aid kit in your office? The nurse’s office is so far. Maybe we could patch him up real quick?” I paused, looking at his pleading eyes and his bleeding finger. Just then, the bell rang for the next class. I nodded. “Alright, come with me. The rest of you, get to class.” Ethan’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk. He followed me to the office. It was class time, so the place was deserted. I casually opened the first aid kit, pulling out alcohol, tweezers, and gauze. “Sit down. I’ll bandage you up.” The wind rustled the curtains, making the seashell wind chimes by the window tinkle softly. I gently cleaned his wound. He suddenly blushed. I asked, “What’s wrong?” “Miss Summers, you’re… you’re really pretty.” Ethan’s face turned beet red as he stammered out the compliment. Then his eyes glazed over, and I realized he was staring at my collarbone. While he was distracted, I smiled and plunged his entire finger into the bottle of alcohol. The skinned finger, raw and bloody, was now submerged in the nearly full bottle of medical-grade alcohol. “We need to disinfect it properly, okay?” He was horrified, trying to pull away, his face contorted in extreme pain. “It hurts! Miss, it really hurts!” But I kept smiling, gripping his wrist tightly, refusing to let go. The bottle’s narrow opening had practically swallowed his finger. I held it there until the blood turned the entire bottle of alcohol red. He’d bitten his lip bloody, eyes bulging, staring at me in utter shock. For the first time, I saw real hatred in his eyes.

But what he didn’t know was that in this life, I was a psycho who was all sunshine and rainbows to everyone else, but pure evil to him. His injury was bad enough that the school nurse sent him to the hospital. For the next few days, Ethan came to school with his hand all wrapped up. He tried hard in my class, always raising his hand to answer questions. I ignored him completely. Even when he won first prize in the school’s computer competition, bringing glory to our class, I didn’t say a word. The look in his eyes went from eager to dark. He once came to ask me directly: “Miss Summers, why don’t you ever acknowledge my efforts, no matter how hard I try?” I swiveled slightly in my office chair, not even looking at him. If compassion and kindness only bred betrayal, then in this life, I didn’t mind being the villain. As long as I could protect myself. “Because you don’t deserve it. Some things can’t be changed by effort alone, like your disgusting inner self, which is even uglier than your face.” Even now, I had good reason to say this. Just a few days ago, on my way home from work, I’d caught him torturing a stray cat. By the time I found them, the little white cat was already lifeless, scalded by boiling water. He’d smiled and said, “This haughty little cat scratched me. How could a cat be nobler than a human?” Now, Ethan glared at me with hatred, his hands clenching under his sleeves. I didn’t care. I kept giving him the cold shoulder. Even the head teacher noticed, frowning as he reminded me: “Sophie, teachers should treat all students equally. We shouldn’t be harsh on special cases, we should give them extra care.” But I didn’t mince words, saying right in front of Ethan: “What’s so special about him? He has hands and feet, he’s mentally sound. If we give him special treatment, is that fair to the other students?” He started to hate me, spreading rumors about me having a wild private life, seducing the principal, that sort of thing. But on the surface, he’d still flash me a grin and say hi when he saw me. As autumn turned to winter, Ethan started wearing shabby coats and ripped jeans, sticking out like a sore thumb. I’d heard he was orphaned young, raised by his grandma who spoiled him rotten. On my 25th birthday, I won the city’s Outstanding Teacher award. Double celebration. I had a great rapport with my students. This was the job I’d always dreamed of. Several students chipped in to buy me a huge, gorgeous bouquet. I accepted with a big smile. “Megan, Jenny, you both made the top ten in the recent mock exam. Didn’t you two want to be desk buddies before? I was worried you’d chat too much and fall behind, but now, go for it.” “Travis, your literature score’s looking up. Try to shift some focus from science and math to memorizing more poetry. Easy points, right?” As I was chatting with the students, I spotted an uninvited guest in the crowd. Ethan had brought me flowers too. Whether by accident or design, it was a single white rose, its petals crushed and oozing sap. Hideous. “Miss Summers, I saved up my allowance for a week to buy this for you. You have to like it, okay?” He held it out to me, hope shining in his eyes. My smile vanished. In front of all the teachers and students in the office, I picked it up with a tissue and dropped it on the floor. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Filthy.” Ethan’s lips quivered, but he bent down to pick up the flower without a word and walked away. The dark look in his eyes sent chills down my spine. But I didn’t look back. I wasn’t afraid of his hatred. He always preyed on those weaker than him, cowering before the strong.

Jack had earned a black belt in Taekwondo in his spare time. I’d picked up some self-defense moves from him, just in case. When I got home, my husband was waiting with a massive bouquet of roses, his voice soft and loving. “Happy birthday to my award-winning teacher, my beautiful Sophie!” Despite my excitement, I put on a sour face, feigning disappointment. Sure enough, over our candlelit dinner, Jack brought up his upcoming research trip abroad. “This research opportunity is crucial for my career advancement. Babe, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you for these two months.” He sighed. My adamant refusal took him by surprise. I knew he wouldn’t believe in time travel or reincarnation. So instead, I said: “Jack, I had this awful dream the other day. After you left, someone broke into our home and… and tortured me. When you came back to avenge me, knife in hand, they killed you instead.” “Our family of three was destroyed, but the culprit got away scot-free.” “That’s impossible. We live in a society governed by law. Are you feeling okay? You seem a bit unstable lately.” He clasped my hand, concern etched on his face. In the end, after my relentless pleading, Jack decided to stay, giving up his research opportunity out of worry for me. I felt guilty about hindering his career, but it was getting close. That stormy night when Ethan would break into my home and ruin everything. Even though my attitude towards him was completely different this time, I couldn’t risk fate playing a cruel joke on me. I remembered clearly it was on a Friday. Ethan had followed me after school, begging me to let him in to escape the rain. But tonight, Jack was stuck in traffic and couldn’t make it home after work. After several unanswered calls, I started to get anxious. Soon, Jack sent me a text. “Honey, there are accidents all over due to the heavy rain. The highway’s jammed, I can’t get back. They’re not letting us use phones. Don’t wait up, okay?” By 10:30 PM, there was still no knock at the door. The rain was coming down harder, drowning out my chaotic thoughts. My taut nerves finally relaxed a bit. I was finally feeling sleepy, my body covered in cold sweat. I decided to take a shower and go to bed. The hot water felt good on my skin. In the bathroom mirror, I saw my reflection – delicate features, a straight nose, big doe eyes with long lashes, hinting at sensuality. I caressed my still-flat belly. Jack always said I was beautiful, and he wasn’t bad looking himself. Our baby would surely be a little angel. Lost in thought, I grabbed a towel to dry off. Just then, in the steamy mirror, a dark, grinning face appeared behind me, limping closer. It was Ethan! Sheer terror washed over me. This wasn’t a hallucination. He’d cracked my home security system. In my past life, when I’d let him in to escape the rain, he’d seen my door code. This time, to avoid bad luck, I’d changed the locks and even installed a reinforced security door. Only my fingerprint and Jack’s could open it. Had all my precautions been for nothing? Was I doomed to relive this nightmare? A cold, mud-caked hand reached in. I screamed, but my waist was suddenly gripped tight, another hand sliding upwards. “Miss Summers, it’s raining outside. I’m so cold. Can you… can you hold me?”

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The day I coughed up blood during my mukbang stream, my viewer count hit 100,000 for the first time. My brother burst into the frame and slapped me across the face. My boyfriend stood by and said, “She’s just faking the blood to get more views.” Because of this, I was cyberbullied. Some people even made voodoo dolls of me. But what they didn’t know was that I had been diagnosed with stomach cancer two months ago. Later, I livestreamed to let everyone witness my passing. The viewer count skyrocketed to 3 million. My brother and boyfriend raced to the hospital at 200 mph. … I guess it was because I ate too much, but I couldn’t control myself and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. The viewer count quickly soared past 100,000. The comments were filled with concerned messages. It seems there are still people in this world who care about me. I was happy. With high viewership like this, I could make it to the top rankings and get the bonus. Then I could arrange a nice funeral for myself. Just as I was about to speak, a hard slap landed on my face. For a moment, I thought I had already ascended to heaven. After all, I was seeing stars. “She’s just faking the blood to get more views,” Lucas’s voice rang out. I turned to look at him. His face was cold and indifferent, while my brother Jack stood beside him, glaring at me angrily. He was the one who had slapped me. “That’s right, don’t believe her. Go follow Tiffany instead. She doesn’t fake things like this.” How ridiculous. I’m coughing up blood, and they’re still promoting Tiffany. “I’m not faking it,” I said, trying hard to speak through the stabbing pain in my stomach. But by now, the tone of the comments had completely changed. The viewers who had been concerned for me just moments ago were now hurling insults. [Damn it, I really thought she was sick.] [She’s so disgusting. Let’s go watch Tiffany’s stream instead.] [Yeah, everyone go like Tiffany’s stream!] Soon, my viewer count dropped by more than half. Then my stream was shut down. Someone had reported me for fraud. I wouldn’t be getting the bonus today. My dream of arranging a nice funeral for myself was shattered. “Hurry up and clean that blood off you. It’s disgusting to look at!” my brother Jack said, looking at me with revulsion. Of course, Lucas wouldn’t show any concern for me either. Because in their eyes, I was just faking the blood. “Ruby, Tiffany’s mom is sick. She needs this bonus money more than you do. Don’t blame us for being harsh today when you’re trying to compete with her,” Lucas said, his voice cold as ice. Who would have thought that this was the boyfriend who had been with me for five years? The one who used to constantly profess his love and promise to marry me. Now he was speaking up for my so-called best friend. After they left, I coughed up another mouthful of blood. The white floor tiles were covered in bright red blood. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had told me two months ago. “Don’t you have any family members?” he had asked. “They’re all dead to me,” I had replied nonchalantly, sucking on a lollipop as I looked at the doctor. He seemed taken aback. He wasn’t the first person to react that way. Every time, people thought I was joking. But in my heart, my family and friends might as well be dead. My best friend had hooked up with my boyfriend in my own room. Then she hooked up with my brother. After that, she told them that I had nearly gotten her killed to win a streaming bonus. They all believed her and felt sorry for her. Even my mom thought she was more suitable to be her daughter. Because she was considerate and thoughtful. While I was useless at everything and had even caused my dad’s death years ago. Everyone hated me, so I might as well consider them dead. I was sick, and I didn’t want to bother them. “You have stomach cancer. You have six months at most,” the doctor had said gravely. “But there’s still hope if you start treatment aggressively.” I bit down on the lollipop, crushing it. At that moment, my mom sent me a message on Snapchat. [Today is the anniversary of your father’s death. I don’t want to see you. Don’t come home.] I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve always been a sinful person. Might as well just die then. Later, Tiffany somehow found out about my illness. It was my birthday. She came to my room, smiling viciously. “You have cancer, don’t you? Were you planning to tell them? Just watch, I’ll make everyone hate you!” Then, during dinner, she told everyone she had seen me hiring someone to forge a stomach cancer diagnosis. She showed them the forged document. My mom, brother, and Lucas all believed her.

My mom was so angry she slapped me right then and there. My brother threw the cake he had bought for me into the trash. Lucas said, “You’re disgusting.” From then on, they all thought I was a lying bitch. I tried to explain, but they wouldn’t believe me. “We’re going out to eat,” Lucas suddenly came back in and said. He saw the blood on the floor and frowned deeply. “Ruby, can you stop pretending? It’s only going to make us hate you more.” I looked up at his chiseled face. We had grown up together, been childhood sweethearts. We went to college together, started working together. He used to say, “I want to be with Ruby for the rest of my life.” But not long ago, he had hooked up with Tiffany. In my own room, the two of them were tangled up together. I was so disgusted I kept throwing up, but his explanation was that it was just a drunken mistake, he didn’t mean to cheat. “Lucas, let’s break up,” I said calmly as I wiped the blood from my mouth. His pupils constricted as he rushed over and gripped my shoulders. “Is it because I interrupted your stream today?” “Ruby, can’t you be more kind? You’re so fortunate – you have a brother, you have me, and your family is well-off.” “But Tiffany has nothing. She even has a sick mother.” I laughed bitterly. Me, fortunate? My brother hates me, my boyfriend betrayed me, and even if I told my mom I was sick, she wouldn’t give me money for treatment. Is that what you call fortunate? “I still want to break up with you,” I continued. The pain in my stomach was getting worse. Last week, the doctor had told me I couldn’t keep binge eating like this. Otherwise, I’d be dead within a month. But I still needed money. Before I died, I just wanted to use this body to earn a bit more. I wanted to hold a grand funeral for myself. I never had a good life, so I wanted to leave this world in style. It would be my final gift to myself. “Fine. If that’s what you want, we’re done,” Lucas said as he stormed out. A moment later, I received a Snapchat message from Tiffany. [How did it feel today?] [Haha, the people you love most all turned against you.] I didn’t reply. I just took a screenshot of our chat history. My photo album was already full of our chat logs. I hoped that one day, everyone would see the truth. … I cleaned myself up and went to a house. Whenever I felt down, I would come here. This is where my adopted 10-year-old sister, Chloe, lived. Her name had “pearl” in it, just like mine. She was pitiful, abandoned by her family at an amusement park. I felt we were similar, so I adopted her as my sister. “Big sis, you’re here! I got my final exam results. I got perfect scores!” she exclaimed, throwing herself into my arms as soon as I opened the door. I patted her head. “Chloe is so smart. Do you want big sis to take you out for a nice meal?” She didn’t know I had stomach cancer. I didn’t want her to know either. Telling people about these things only makes everyone unhappy. “Yes! Let’s go to KFC!” “Okay.” Whenever I rewarded her, we always went to KFC. But I would never take her to McDonald’s. Because I couldn’t eat there. I would never be able to eat there again. After we arrived, I placed our order. Not long after ordering, my brother and Tiffany suddenly walked in. Tiffany saw me and covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh my god, Ruby, you have a child?” I really wanted to sew her mouth shut. It was so foul. My brother walked over and angrily demanded, “Whose child is this?” “Hello, I’m big sister’s little sister, Chloe. She adopted me,” Chloe answered politely. Hearing this, they fell silent. But my brother quickly started mocking me again: “You’re always saying you’re sick, but here you are eating KFC. Ruby, you really are just a lying bitch.” With that, he left with Tiffany. Halfway through the meal, my stomach suddenly started hurting badly again, and I coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. “Ah! Big sis, what’s wrong?” Chloe cried out, quickly hugging me. I was in so much pain, I felt disoriented. “I… I’m fine,” I managed to say. Just then, I saw my brother rush over to check on me. How ridiculous. Didn’t he think I was faking it? Why would he come to check on me now? The next time I woke up, I was in the hospital. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was slapped hard across the face again.

I opened my eyes to see my brother glaring at me furiously. “Had enough of your act yet?” “You knew Tiffany and I were going to KFC, so you deliberately coughed up blood in front of us, right?” “Don’t hit my big sister!” Chloe rushed over and pushed him away. “Chloe, come here,” I called out softly. Chloe obediently took my hand. Then I looked up at my brother, who had come from the same womb as me. My face stung from the slap, and my heart felt like it was shattering. I had been rushed to the hospital, yet no one had told him about my condition? He was a doctor too. If he had examined me carefully, he would surely have seen how ill I was. “Get out,” I said quietly. He gritted his teeth in anger. “Ruby, you’ve really gone too far this time!” He raised his hand to hit me again. “Brother,” I called out to him. He froze. I hadn’t called him that in so long, not since Tiffany had slandered me. This was the first time I had called him “brother” in a long time, and it would be the last. “Let’s cut ties.” “In your eyes, I’m a sinner, I’m a liar, so I don’t want to upset you anymore.” I never thought there would come a day when we’d be like this. After all, he used to cherish me above all else. Everyone knew that the Gu family had a rough son, but he was incredibly gentle when it came to his sister. He really was good to me back then. When I had a fever, he would stay up all night to take care of me. He would buy me whatever I wanted. Once on my birthday, I casually mentioned wanting to go to Nanjing Road in Shanghai, and he drove me there overnight. He used to tell me, “Ruby, big brother will protect you for life.” Until Tiffany appeared, and everything changed. “Say that again!” my brother clenched his fists in anger. “I said, let’s cut ties.” “From now on, I don’t have you as a brother, and you don’t have me as a sister.” I don’t need family, and I don’t want family like them. “Fine. You said it,” he stormed out, slamming the door. Just then, a young man in a white coat walked in. I glanced at the name tag on his coat. He was an intern named Dr. Sean. He came over and adjusted my IV drip to slow it down. “This should make you feel a bit better,” he said. “Thank you,” I replied. Then I looked at Chloe beside me. Her eyes were red, and her face was full of concern. “Big sis, are you really sick?” Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably. “Big sis is fine. Can you go home first? I’ll come back soon, okay?” She was always obedient. She nodded and left with her backpack. After she left, Dr. Sean sighed. “Your condition isn’t good right now. You need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy, otherwise you won’t have much time left.” “Then I’ll do the chemo,” I said. I had originally planned to use the bonus money to find a place to end things myself. But now the bonus was gone. That night, Lucas came to see me. He was holding a bag of my favorite fruits. “I heard from the doctor that it’s nothing serious. Come home, and stop fighting with your brother.” I had told Dr. Sean not to tell anyone about my condition without my permission. So he hadn’t told Lucas either. I used to want them to know so badly, but now I didn’t want them to find out too soon. “First of all, we’ve already broken up.” “Secondly, what does my relationship with my brother have to do with you?” His face darkened. “Ruby, everyone has been so good to you. Why do you have to be so difficult?” Good to me? How laughable. Was that what they called being good to me? “Can you just get out?” I said. “Looking at you makes me sick.” Seeing him just reminded me of how he and Tiffany had been kissing passionately in bed. It was truly disgusting and nauseating. As soon as I said this, my brother suddenly burst in. “Ruby, you’ve really gone too far this time,” he shouted as he rushed over and slapped me again. The force was strong this time, and my ears rang for a moment. My brother never used to hit me or even raise his voice at me. But at some point, he had become quick-tempered and started getting physical with me. “We’ve already given you a way out, and you’re still throwing a tantrum.” “Fine. You don’t want me as your brother? I don’t want you as my jinx of a sister either.” Lucas shook his head at me in disappointment and left. The people who used to treat me so well were now leaving me one by one. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want them anymore either. The next day, my brother came again. He was wearing his white coat and holding a McDonald’s bag. When I saw the McDonald’s logo, my face turned pale. “Get out. I’m not eating that,” I said. But he replied, “Today is the anniversary of Dad’s death. Didn’t you always love eating McDonald’s on this day? I’ll let you eat your fill.” Then he rushed over and started shoving the food into my mouth. The greasy fried chicken slid down my throat and into my stomach. I was reminded of what happened years ago. Without warning, I vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. I desperately pressed the emergency call button. Dr. Sean quickly rushed in and punched my brother hard. “Are you crazy? Don’t you know she has stomach cancer?” he yelled.

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The heiress who was supposed to marry me fell for a bad boy. She raced cars, got into fights, and defied her parents for him. She even got pregnant. She said it was love, the most beautiful memory of her life. I was innocently caught up in it all, and her delinquent boyfriend broke my arm. I went abroad for treatment for six years. When I returned, she knelt before me begging for forgiveness. I sneered, “Then go break his arm too.” After six years, I saw Isabellaagain at a family gala. She held a wine glass, the red liquid swirling gently. Her perfect profile, cold and alluring, stood out among the crowd of handsome men and beautiful women. She had become even more beautiful, her eyes like deep pools, rippling with indifference. To the guests who came to toast her, she only nodded and uttered a curt “Good” or “Okay.” Perhaps only in front of Jake could she let down this facade. I sat in the corner, wearing an out-of-place down jacket, still not used to the temperature here after just returning from France. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” my best friend asked. I shook my head with a smile, “No need, we’re not that close anymore.” My friend put his arm around my neck, “If that incident hadn’t happened back then, you’d probably be the one by Olivia’s side now.” “There are no ‘ifs’ in this world.” Looking at her stunning figure in the crowd, my friend clicked his tongue, “I heard her family recently got a new daughter, so Olivia’s been pushed aside, not as favored anymore.” I’ve never been one for gossip, especially about someone I’d cut ties with long ago. I put my glass back on the tray indifferently and stood up, “I’m leaving. Call me if anything comes up.” As I was about to open the door, I felt an intense gaze on my back. Turning around, I saw Isabellastaring at me in disbelief, a wine glass shattered at her feet on the luxurious carpet. Her gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn holes through me. “Adrian…” she called out, her voice tinged with disbelief. I didn’t answer, opening the door and walking out. In my peripheral vision, I saw her pushing through the crowd, her steps quickening as she ran towards me. As the door closed tight, I heard her call my name again. I must have misheard, because I thought I detected a pleading tremor in her voice. I got into the car my family had prepared, watching Isabellaanxiously searching outside the main entrance, occasionally calling out my name. “Home, please,” I told the driver. As the car slowly pulled away, memories of Isabellaflooded my mind.

Isabellaand I were a year apart. Both our families were in real estate, so we were close. For convenience, I went to school with Isabellafrom a young age. Her mother always told her to take care of me, her “little brother,” and she did. She was a genuine prodigy. Her precociousness made her feel like everyone around her was a fool. While we were in elementary school classes, she was already learning foreign languages and taking dance lessons with private tutors. No matter where she was, as long as Isabellawas there, she was always the most dazzling. She was like a star in the sky, out of reach. Never short of suitors, she ignored everyone’s affections. Of course, Isabellahad every right to be proud. She came from a wealthy family, had exquisite looks, and even the school we attended was built by her family. She wore a look of disdain in front of everyone, only showing patience and calmness around me. We’d been together since childhood, going to and from school together. We lived in the same gated community, so we could always find each other. During holidays, either I’d go to find her, or she’d come to play with me. Olivia’s mom often liked to pinch my cheek, saying she might as well let Isabellabe my wife in the future. Isabellawould hook her arm through mine, smiling like a flower in bloom. I’d blush and say nothing, but inside I couldn’t have been happier. Who wouldn’t like someone as beautiful and gentle as Olivia? Only a fool wouldn’t. Back then, Isabellamade no secret of her preference for me, making other boys envious and jealous. I cherished this favoritism too, taking her mother’s words as a goal for the future. My father and Olivia’s father also had the intention of arranging our marriage on the day of our coming-of-age ceremony. But unfortunately, fate likes to give people a heavy blow when everything seems peaceful. In our senior year of high school, her family’s company launched a one-on-one charity program, donating to children of employees working at the Li Group. Jake appeared, with his dyed yellow hair and earrings, standing out among the donation recipients. To put it bluntly, he was a delinquent. I went to help as a representative of the Xu family, and it was the first time I’d ever seen such a “unique” person. Jake came up and asked when he’d get the money. I was momentarily speechless. Isabellatold me to switch with her, worried I might be bullied. She always appeared when I was most indecisive. I gave up my position. It was this action that I regretted immensely.

At first, Isabellafrowned as she talked to him, but gradually, Jake must have said something because Isabellastarted laughing too. Her gaze towards him was no longer contemptuous, but admiring and even showed a hint of youthful infatuation. The two forgot themselves and chatted away. Olivia, who had always been aloof, was for the first time talking so happily with a stranger besides me. Jake, who hung out on the streets, might not have had other talents, but he knew how to quickly win a girl’s heart. After the charity event, Jake slipped Isabellaa note, winking at her. Isabellacarefully put it in her bag without telling anyone. Perhaps it was during that time when everyone seemed to come from the same mold that his appearance broke Olivia’s constraints, bringing a different kind of spark to her monotonous life. If not for this opportunity, the two would never have crossed paths in this lifetime. One was a noble heiress, both in public and private, while the other was Jake, living at the bottom of society with only a gambler for a father. Later, I learned more about Jake. He had been expelled from his original high school for skipping classes and fighting. He spent his days racing motorcycles with the loiterers in front of the bubble tea shop, and had dated almost every delinquent girl in the area, none lasting more than three days. From that day on, Isabellaand I still went to school together, but as soon as school was out, Jake would ride his motorcycle to the school gate to pick her up. She would sit on the back of his bike, excited in a way I had never seen before. Jake even brought his buddies to lay out a heart shape with cheap flowers on the ground. In front of the whole school, he climbed up the teaching building like a monkey to confess his love to Olivia. I thought she would refuse, but to my surprise, Isabellaran all the way down, throwing herself into Jake’s arms, her face beaming with an enchanting smile. Many people felt it was a pity, the cream of the crop being snatched by a delinquent was something no one could accept. All I felt was heartache and nothing else. Olivia’s mother was furious about this and forbade her from going out, locking her at home and bringing meals to her door every day. I went to see her, but she asked me to help her sneak out. At first, I didn’t agree. She must have learned it from somewhere, but she started rubbing her chest against my arm, begging me to take her out. I didn’t agree and even felt a bit heartbroken. How had the pure and intelligent girl from before turned into this nauseating sight? She took advantage of the moment when I was chatting with her mother to jump out of the bathroom window. She even broke a bone in the process, but she had no regrets for the sake of love.

When Olivia’s father and mother found her, she was lying on a cheap motel bed, making love with Jake. Olivia’s father, a retired military man, personally beat Jake half to death and was about to drag him to the police station. Isabellaheld a knife to her own throat, forcing her father to let Jake go. After this incident, Olivia’s father and mother rarely interfered with her anymore. She and Jake became even more unrestrained, always cuddling together, either kissing or hugging. In the second half of our senior year, news that Isabellawas pregnant exploded in our social circle. On the day she filed for a leave of absence, many at school pitied this former star student. But she didn’t care at all, gently caressing her unborn child with a tender expression, like a real mother. Her father declared that if she dared to keep this bastard child, she should never return to the Li family. This was the second time Isabellaargued with her father. She said Jake’s child wasn’t a bastard but the crystallization of their love, and if the child was gone, she wouldn’t want to live either. Her father was so angry he was hospitalized. I often saw her and Jake lingering and kissing near her home. When they saw me, they would provocatively beckon to me. They still rode that cheap motorcycle, not considering the child in her womb at all. Finally, just before the college entrance exam, they had a car accident. They were driving illegally when the tail of their motorcycle was hit by a car. Because the impact was on the rear of the motorcycle, Jake wasn’t badly hurt, but Olivia, sitting in the back, was thrown off. She bled a large pool of blood on the spot, and lost the baby. Jake’s first reaction wasn’t to help Olivia, but to check on his motorcycle. Even when Isabellawas hospitalized, he only came to see her briefly once. He didn’t come, but I did. My family ordered me to bring some nutritional supplements for Olivia. I first encountered Jake in the hospital stairwell. He was on the phone, discussing with his father how to marry into a wealthy family. I recorded the entire conversation and played it for Isabellain the hospital room. I admit I still had some affection for this girl I had grown up with. After all, a relationship of over a decade is hard to sever completely. More than that, I wanted to pull her out, to pull her out of the quagmire. To stop her from being obsessed with a scumbag and ruining everything. But this action made her completely crazy.

Isabellahadn’t even finished listening before she started cursing loudly. She cursed me for being a villain trying to break them up, for not seeing the good in them, for making her feel nauseated. In her unstable emotional state, she slapped my hand away, and my phone slid to the door. Jake, who had just opened the door, punched me without a word. Isabellajust watched me being beaten, without a word of intervention. I left, enduring the pain, feeling like a fool. During this time, many people tried to persuade her, whether teachers or former classmates, all received the same treatment as me. She seemed bewitched, loving Jake crazily. At the family gathering for high school graduation, Isabellaeven pulled Jake onto the stage, countless spotlights shining on them. On such an occasion, everyone was in either suits or formal dresses, only Jake wore a studded leather jacket. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but seeing the exquisitely beautiful Isabellabeside him gave him courage. The two kissed in front of everyone, kissing passionately as if no one else was there. Olivia’s father’s face immediately darkened, and her mother fainted on the spot. Doing such a thing on such an occasion was undoubtedly slapping the Li family’s face. In future discussions about the Li family, the phrase “poor family values” would definitely come up. I watched the two from below the stage, feeling both sad and ridiculous. After a brief silence in the banquet hall, laughter erupted like a flood. Jake, embarrassed, turned to leave. He wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into me, knocking himself to the ground. Although I was annoyed, I still showed extreme gentlemanly manners, extending my hand to help him up. Unconsciously, we became a huge contrast in the scene. One was a well-known young master in the upper circles, the other was a bottom-feeder. The poisonous gazes of those around focused on us. Jake slapped my hand away, looking at me with intense hatred in his eyes, then got up clumsily and ran away. I shrugged indifferently. Isabellastared at me with cold eyes as if looking at a stranger: “I thought we knew each other so well after all these years, that you would congratulate me. I didn’t expect you to look down on people like the rest of them!” I didn’t say a word, letting her go after Jake. In my heart, I was thoroughly disappointed with Olivia. How could such a person still deserve even the last bit of friendship from me? After letting go of Olivia, I immersed myself in my studies, and finally received an admission email from my dream university after much effort. The day before I was to report to school, I received a message from Isabellasaying she was feeling down and wanted me to accompany her for a walk. At first, I didn’t respond, until she sent a string of over a dozen messages that I finally went out to meet her. I also wanted to take this opportunity to make a clean break with her, to stop all contact. But when I arrived, I had a vague feeling that something wasn’t right. Isabellawasn’t there, only Jake was.

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I Woke Up Trending, Labeled as the “Heartless Player” by the Entire Internet At night, the superstar I “abandoned” pinned me down. “Darling, you can’t escape this time…” 0 “Hello?” I answered the phone irritably. After spending the whole night out with friends, being woken up by a phone call left me with a splitting headache and in a foul mood. “Oh my God, young master, check the trending topics right now!” “What’s going on…” I mumbled as I opened the trending page. The top topic instantly jolted me awake. #AlexFosterComesOut #AlexFosterHeartbroken What!? My heart skipped a beat as a familiar handsome face flashed in my mind. Everyone knows that I, Zack Harrison, am a notorious spoiled rich kid in the capital city. Young but ruthless, I’ve built my own business empire at a tender age. Of course, I’m also quite the playboy. But no one knows that eight years ago, Zack Harrison was just scrounging for food in dumpsters, struggling to find his next meal, barely surviving. It was during one of those dumpster dives that I found Alex. I was 19, and he was 17. “Come with me,” I said to Alex. My mentally ill mother had committed suicide by jumping off a building when I was 16, leaving me with nothing but scars all over my body and a run-down house for shelter. Perhaps I saw a reflection of my former self in Alex. I didn’t ask where he came from or why he was there. I only asked his name before taking him home. 0

At 16, Alex still needed to continue his education. I paid his tuition fees. It turned out he was an excellent student. I couldn’t understand what his parents were thinking. It was already difficult enough to support myself, and now with Alex, I had to work multiple jobs every day. Alex didn’t say much, but he somehow managed to find ingredients to cook. Every time I returned home, there was always a hot meal waiting for me. Used to eating leftover takeout from restaurants, I suddenly felt this broken-down house become much warmer. After dinner, Alex would dutifully start washing the dishes. Looking at his skinny frame, I noticed that Alex was tall – even at 16, he was already slightly taller than me. But he was just too thin, seemingly malnourished. However, this didn’t detract from his handsomeness. As a first-time guardian, I made a mental note to ensure the kid got a balanced diet. I was actually starting to take on the role of a parent. At first, Alex didn’t like to talk much, and I didn’t force him. Sometimes I would just chat away, and gradually Alex began to open up. We weren’t that far apart in age and had similar experiences, so living together, we didn’t feel so lonely anymore. “Alex, call me brother,” I said with a grin, a cigarette dangling from my lips. Alex was doing his homework nearby, the dim light casting a glow on his handsome face. He looked up, frowning slightly, and walked towards me. That handsome face zoomed in before my eyes, and I froze. But Alex just took the cigarette from my mouth, put it out, and tossed it in the trash. I finally reacted, “Hey, what are you doing?” “Smoke less, it’s bad for your health,” Alex said without looking back, returning to his desk to continue his homework. I rebelled, “Who are you to tell me what to do?” Alex looked up, his beautiful eyes gazing at me, and simply said, “Brother.” That was enough to render me speechless. I mumbled as I quickly tried to escape the situation, “Fine, I won’t smoke.” Little did I know, Alex smiled after I turned my back. 0

Although both Alex and I were very frugal, money was still a headache, especially with Alex’s school fees and various expenses. To cover these costs, I took on as much work as I could. I was smart, young, hardworking, and not picky about jobs, so many middlemen liked working with me. But unknowingly, this started to infringe on some people’s interests. Every day, I was thinking about Alex – what to feed him to improve his nutrition, buying new clothes for him as the weather turned cold, getting some milk because he seemed stressed with his studies lately… Little did I know, I had already been targeted. Once, while serving food, a customer found a toothpick in their dish. They immediately slapped me across the face. I had been working so hard lately, day and night, that this slap made me see stars. My fair cheek immediately swelled up. But I kept apologizing with my head bowed. The manager came out to handle the situation, and in the end, the customer’s meal was comped. Back in the kitchen, the manager frowned as he questioned me, finally saying that the cost of the customer’s meal would be deducted from my wages. I looked up, “Why? It’s not entirely my fault, is it?” The manager, irritated by my defiance, shouted, “If you can handle it, stay. If not, get out!” I could only silently endure it. After the night shift ended, I confronted a few people who had been sabotaging me, “It was you guys, wasn’t it?” They laughed it off, but stopped when they saw me in the darkness. The leader spoke bluntly, “Working so hard, thought we’d teach you a lesson.” I smiled, which confused them. I suddenly charged out from the darkness, swinging a brick at them. It was several of them against just me, but having grown up fighting, I held my own. Finally, they couldn’t take it anymore. The leader gritted his teeth, “Damn, we’re done. You got lucky today!” But I wasn’t in great shape either, my injuries no better than theirs. I felt dizzy and worse than before, sitting down to rest with my eyes closed. “Are you okay?” A voice woke me up. It was a female student. I recognized the uniform; Alex had the same one. The student was very concerned about me and even bought some medicine from a nearby pharmacy to help bandage me up. I waved her off, “It’s not necessary.” “No, your injuries…” Our conversation was suddenly interrupted. “Zack.” A familiar voice. I looked up, and there was Alex, his face full of anxiety. Was it my imagination, or did his expression seem a bit cold? The girl blushed when she saw Alex and softly said, “Alex.” I frowned. Alex took me home and crouched down to help bandage my wounds, silent all the while. I felt something wet on my hand. Alex was crying. The usually strong and quiet Alex was crying. I was at a loss, “Don’t, don’t cry. It’s not like you’re the one who got beaten up.” Alex suddenly pulled me into his arms, using all his strength, as if trying to meld me into his bones. He cried on my shoulder, saying between sobs, “I won’t go to school anymore. I’ll get a job, I’ll earn money…” I got angry, “Don’t even think about it. Your brother is working so hard just so you can study. You can’t just decide not to go to school. It’s not possible…” Before I could finish, my mouth was covered. Alex pressed his lips against mine. I was stunned. The bitterness of tears exploded on my taste buds, and my mind exploded too. 0

After that kiss that day, I started avoiding Alex. Alex seemed to sense it, and we both tacitly agreed not to disturb each other. The nightclub was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and writhing bodies – the most famous club in the capital city. I was quite satisfied with my new job. The patrons were either rich or powerful. With my good looks and sociable nature, I always got the most in drink commissions and tips. Although I occasionally had to put up with some groping, thinking about how this money could help Alex and me live better, I endured it. I just treated it like being bitten by a dog. Alex’s birthday was coming up, and it was his coming-of-age celebration. I had my eye on a watch that cost several thousand dollars, but I was worried about how to afford it. “Zack, take this to Room 302,” the manager called me over. I picked up the bottle and headed to Room 302. Seeing the people in the room, I knew I could make a lot of money today. They were all dressed expensively, each with beautiful men and women on their arms. They clearly weren’t short on cash. I started drinking games with the people in the room. If I drank ten bottles, they’d give me $5,000. Not bad, $500 a bottle. This money was too good to pass up. My alcohol tolerance was incredibly high, built up over time. I downed five bottles in a row, not noticing that the expressions of the leading men had changed as they watched me. But by the seventh bottle, I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth burned, my stomach churned, and I could barely stand. But looking at the three bottles left, I gritted my teeth, opened the cap, and started pouring it down my throat. “That’s enough, you don’t need to drink anymore,” a refined voice said. “I can still…” I thought the man was trying to back out of the deal. The man interrupted me, “No need to drink more. Five thousand, I’ll still give it to you.” Only then did I put down the bottle. The man gave me five thousand and shooed me out. Although I was confused, I had the money in hand, so I didn’t think much of it. But as I walked, I felt something was off with my body. I felt weak all over, and there was a strange heat burning through my entire body. I hid in the bathroom, unbuttoned a couple of buttons, and splashed cold water on my face. But it didn’t help at all; instead, I felt even hotter. I leaned against the cold tiles, panting. “Zack—” A familiar voice. Seeing Alex was like seeing a lifeline. I didn’t even wonder why Alex was here. I threw myself at him, my voice trembling, “Alex, help me, help your brother…” I saw Alex’s eyes darken, “Okay.”

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My boyfriend’s the heir to a corporate empire. He’s pretending to be a poor college student with amnesia, freeloading at my place. My best friend’s told me a hundred times to dump this pretty boy. I always say no. No way I’m breaking up with him. Then one night, I overhear his secretary: “Now that these fish have taken the bait, it’s time to reel them in.” “What about Miss Williams? How will you handle her?” “She’s just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her.” I almost laugh out loud. I’m finally going to strike it rich. Ethan’s been sneaking out a lot lately. Before he goes, he always cooks me something delicious. Calls me pet names. After I fall asleep, he quietly gets dressed and slips out. What he doesn’t know is I’m not really asleep. Day and night, I’ve been waiting for him to betray me. Tonight, after wearing me out, he puts on his clothes and leaves. It’s the tenth time this month. Even I’m getting impatient. While Ethan’s gone, I throw on some clothes and follow him out. I hide in the stairwell, pressing my ear to the door. Ethan’s voice comes through: “Those old fogies at the company are getting antsy. Time to reel them in.” Another man responds respectfully: “Then young master, how do you plan to deal with Miss Williams?” My heart skips a beat when I hear this. After freeloading off me for so long, using my money and sleeping with me, he better not be planning to just up and leave. Ethan says in a low voice: “She’s just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her.” The man seems surprised by Ethan’s answer: “Miss Williams has taken care of you for so long. Isn’t it a bit cold to just give her a check?” Ethan sounds annoyed: “What else then? Should I bring her back as your young mistress? Her? A nobody from a no-name school who got a dead-end job at a worthless company? Is she worthy of the Blackwood family?” The man asks again: “Then how much should we write the check for?” Ethan just throws out four words: “Whatever she wants.” Hearing this, I tiptoe back to the room. I can barely contain my excitement as I kick the air a few times. “Whatever she wants” This is truly the sweetest thing I’ve heard in two lifetimes.

That’s right, two lifetimes. Because I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, I also met Ethan pretending to have amnesia at the hospital. Seduced by his good looks, I brought him home. I fed him, clothed him, slept with him. We did spend some happy times together. I thought love was everything back then. Ethan pretended to have amnesia from a car accident due to company infighting. He used this chance to hide and overhaul the Blackwood Group. The day the Blackwood family sent people to pick Ethan up, over a dozen Rolls-Royces drove into my run-down neighborhood. It was quite a spectacle. All the neighbors gathered to watch. I saw Ethan change into a tailored suit and put on a Rolex. He handed me a $5 million check, saying it was to thank me for taking care of him. Back then, I was so focused on Ethan that love was more important than anything. I refused that check. I only wanted to be with Ethan forever. I still remember the look in his eyes. Like he was looking at a stray dog. Contempt. Confusion. Ridicule. Later, Ethan broke up with me. I couldn’t accept it and went to the media to expose our relationship. This gave Ethan a reputation for being cold and unfaithful. As the controversy grew, it caused new turmoil in the Blackwood Group. In the end, under pressure, Ethan proposed to me in public and married me. On the second day of our marriage, I saw headline news of Ethan entering a hotel with a famous model the night before. In the days that followed, Ethan tortured me daily. He said outright that seeing me made him sick. He even bought the media company I’d leaked the story to. He revealed to the public that I was the original whistleblower. In an instant, I went from being seen as a kind-hearted wife to a scheming social climber. Ethan’s cruelty and the online abuse drove me to depression. In the end, I killed myself at home.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the same hospital where I first met Ethan. I’d fainted from low blood sugar. Seeing Ethan sweetly calling me “sis”, I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head. This life, I’m going to get that $5 million that’s rightfully mine! Others who are reborn seek revenge. Not me. I just want the money. Sure enough, Ethan did the same as before. He claimed to have amnesia and fell in love with me at first sight. Looking at his chiseled, devastatingly handsome face, I could practically see the words “$5 million” written on it. I rubbed my hands together gleefully and brought him home. Luckily, everything proceeded smoothly along the same path as before. We naturally got together. I was even more attentive to him than in my previous life. Baby’s tired? I’ll give him a shoulder massage. Baby’s hungry? I’ll cook him some food. Baby’s out of money? I’ll transfer him some. Baby wants to sleep with me? No problem, come on then! Even my best friend said I was throwing her under the bus for a man. Seeing how I took care of Ethan, my neighbor went home to complain to his wife that he wasn’t getting enough love. Under my daily affection, my relationship with Ethan heated up. Unlike my past life, Ethan also started learning to cook and take care of me. He often brought me lunch at work, making all my coworkers envious of my attentive puppy boyfriend. Heh, attentive my ass. The dog part is true though. Ever since taking in Ethan and deciding to get that money, my career had been on the rise. I got promoted three times. But I didn’t care about this small change. I wanted that $5 million. My phone suddenly lit up with a message from my best friend, Rachel. This was the 101st time she demanded I break up with Ethan. “Sophie! You have to dump that pretty boy, or we’re not friends anymore! Look at yourself now, obsessed with love. Do you remember our dream of getting rich?” In my past life, Rachel had sent me a similar message. I refused her then because I loved Ethan. This life, I still refused Rachel, but it was for the sake of getting rich! “Rachel, I love Ethan, trust me. But that doesn’t stop us from getting rich. Hurry up and pack your bags, get your passport ready. Your girl’s about to take you flying.” After sending the message, I heard a noise outside the door. Ethan was back. I quickly put down my phone and pretended to be sound asleep. I felt the familiar scent from the side of the bed as he quietly lay down, wrapping his arm around my waist before falling asleep. He may sleep soundly, but I was too excited to sleep because of those four words – “whatever she wants.” The day has finally come! My days of being a slave are over! I’m going to flip the script and sing the song of the common folk!

I had been waiting for this day, watching the stars and counting the months, and another month passed. In my previous life, Ethan had already gone back by this time. Why hasn’t he made a move in this life? When I got home from work and opened the door, I was stunned for a moment. Flowers, balloons, candlelight, food, and music. Um… what’s this? “Sophie, today is the one-year anniversary of our meeting,” Ethan said. I looked at Ethan, all dressed up, not understanding what he was doing. Seeing that I hadn’t reacted, Ethan waved his hand in front of my face. “Sophie, Sophie, what are you thinking about?” I coughed lightly, “I’m thinking about you, of course. Thinking about how much effort my baby put into preparing this surprise for me. I’m so touched I could cry.” I pretended to be deeply moved, nestling into Ethan’s arms and planting a kiss on his chin. Ethan held me tight, rubbing his chin on the top of my head. “For you, this is all I should do.” I pinched my palm hard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. I looked up at Ethan with misty eyes, “Will you ever not want me? After all, I’m just a nobody from a no-name school, working a dead-end job at a worthless company.” “How could that be possible!” Ethan said firmly. Looking at Ethan’s determined expression, I found it laughable inside. These were the very words you once said. Now you’re putting on this act of undying love, who are you trying to fool? It’s disgusting, truly disgusting to the core. “Really? You really won’t look down on me? Will you marry me? Will we get married?” I pressed on. Hearing my words, Ethan froze for a moment. Heh, man, caught you off guard, didn’t I? “Of course we will,” Ethan replied. I didn’t expect Ethan to agree. If he found me so repulsive, why keep up this charade? He should have gone into acting instead. I lowered my head, pretending to be happy, and buried my face in Ethan’s chest. Ethan pushed me away gently, picking up an exquisite velvet box from the table. Seeing the box, my eyes suddenly lit up. At least the kid knows what he’s doing. It wasn’t all for nothing that I played along with him for a year. Judging by the box, the contents must be quite valuable. “This is for you,” he said. I accepted it with great joy, but when I opened it, I saw a plain red string bracelet. What the hell? Where’s my knife? Is this what the heir to a corporate empire does? Is this how the successor to the Blackwood Group treats me? Are you kidding me? If it weren’t for the habit I’d developed of wearing a fake smile in front of Ethan, I really might have slapped him. “What’s this?” I asked, looking confused as I carefully picked up the red string, examining it closely. Well… it really was just a red string. Not even a gold bead, let alone a silver one. “This is a safety knot I got for you from the temple today. Wear it, and it will keep you safe and sound,” Ethan said. Go to hell! I was cursing Ethan’s eighteen generations of ancestors in my mind, but my face still maintained a touched expression. “Really? I love it so much. You’re so good to me,” I said, hooking my arms around Ethan’s neck and planting a kiss on his lips. Ethan took the opportunity to capture my lips, slowly savoring them like jelly. Another sleepless night followed. In the last moment before I lost consciousness, I was still thinking, this man is so stingy, will he even give me that check?

The next day, I was woken up by a buzz of discussion. I sat up in bed, but Ethan was already gone. I got up, nursing my sore waist, and walked to the window. A whole row of Rolls-Royces downstairs dazzled my eyes. Finally! Finally! The day has come at last. Suddenly, my waist didn’t hurt anymore, my legs weren’t sore anymore, I felt like I could climb five floors in one go. I didn’t even have time to put on my shoes before I flew downstairs. I saw that Ethan had already changed into a well-fitted black suit. His black-rimmed glasses had been replaced with gold-rimmed ones, and on his wrist was a diamond-encrusted Rolex. A crowd of people had gathered in circles around the entrance to the apartment building. Several men dressed as bodyguards approached Ethan, bowing respectfully. Finally, they’re here. You’re finally here. I was so excited I could almost cry, but I still controlled myself, pretending to be scared: “Who are you? Where are you taking my boyfriend?” A man dressed as a secretary pulled my arm away from Ethan. “Miss Williams, please show some self-respect. This is the young master of the Blackwood family, the heir to the Blackwood Group. As a token of appreciation for your care of Mr. Blackwood over the past year, here is a check. You may fill in any amount you wish. Consider it a small gesture from the Blackwood Group.” This voice was the same one I had heard during Ethan’s late-night secret conversation. My lips trembled slightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. I looked every bit the image of a wife abandoned by her husband. I put my hand back on Ethan’s arm. “Ethan, are you… are you leaving me?”

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One year after my unnatural death, my husband brought his new girlfriend to visit my grave. A neighboring ghost patted my shoulder to comfort me, saying that everyone needs to move on. But I was trembling with fear. Because his new girlfriend… was using my heart. 1 It’s been a year since I died. Lucas would make time every week to visit me, bringing lots of offerings and even flowers. The neighboring ghosts remarked that such devoted men were rare these days. I could only respond with a bitter laugh. Lucas tenderly traced my photo on the tombstone with his thumb, his eyes full of deep contemplation and longing. Who would have thought? This man, who once slept clutching my tombstone, had found a new girlfriend just one week after my death. And they seemed to be getting along splendidly, inseparable. I had seen his new girlfriend before – she was one of his patients, a pretty young woman. When I was alive, she would visit Lucas almost every day. When her heart wasn’t feeling well, she’d come for treatment. When her heart was fine, she’d come for an ECG. She liked Lucas, and continued to pursue him even after learning he was married. Once, while using Lucas’s phone to look something up, I saw a message pop up from her. [Dr. Lin, would you mind having another girlfriend?] Lucas immediately snatched the phone from my hand and replied expressionlessly: [Yes, I would mind.] Lucas wouldn’t cheat during our marriage – I was confident about that. Because he had devoted all his energy to medicine since childhood. It took a lot of effort on my part to finally win him over. During that time, I never saw him fall for anyone else, male or female. Including me. Lucas didn’t love me, I always knew that. He agreed to my proposal only because he was used to having me by his side. But now, Lucas had seamlessly transitioned to a new girlfriend. The girl got out of the car. Her fingernails and lips were no longer purple, so it seemed her congenital heart disease had been cured. They stood hand in hand before my tombstone. “Olivia, I have some good news to tell you. Lucas and I are getting married next month.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him for you.” “I hope you’re happy and at peace over there.” I sat on my tombstone, grinding my teeth in frustration. Lucas was no longer the Lucas I knew. He took a wet wipe from his pocket, lifted the girl’s hand, and carefully cleaned a speck of dust from her index finger. He actually couldn’t bear to let even a single grain of dust from my tombstone touch her. I pinched my arm, feeling sorry for myself. Lucas only stood there for ten minutes before leaving. As they brushed past me, I felt a familiar sensation. It didn’t come from my body, but from Lucas’s new girlfriend. I moved closer to her. I heard a familiar heartbeat – one, two, three… The neighboring ghost patted my shoulder to comfort me, but I froze in place. Because the heart beating in Lucas’s new girlfriend’s chest… was mine. 2 My death wasn’t natural, but only I knew that. On my way from the suburbs to the hospital, someone deliberately crashed into my car. I avoided the first attempt but couldn’t escape the second. It felt like every bone and muscle in my body had been rearranged. Blood was everywhere. With shaking hands, I called Lucas. “…Lucas, I…” “I have an emergency surgery. Can we talk later?” “Goodbye.” I called five or six times, but each call was shorter than the last. Finally, he got impatient and turned off his phone. I was about to die. I wanted to tell him that. But unfortunately, in his heart, I couldn’t compare to one of his surgeries, couldn’t compare to his medical career. He was a doctor who saved lives. He could save everyone, except me. My body was taken to the crematorium by the perpetrator that same day. Two hours later, I was reduced to a handful of ashes. The whole process went unusually smoothly. It wasn’t until after I died that I learned his emergency surgery that day was a heart transplant, and the patient was that young girl. Which meant that in the operating room that day, the beating heart Lucas held… was mine. I watched his gradually receding figure. Suddenly, I was curious. If Lucas knew that in that surgery, he had personally sewn my heart into someone else, would he suddenly break down? 3 The girl had a pretty name – Melody. She chatted excitedly with Lucas, not at all like someone who would say such disturbing things. “Lucas, let me walk the rest of the path with you. I’m sure Olivia would agree.” She raised her hand to cover her heart, smiling smugly. “It’s a good thing I got this. Look, now I not only have a healthy body and a healthy heart, but I also have you.” Lucas smiled at her. I was smiling too, but it was a cold smile. Because my heart wasn’t actually healthy. I had a hereditary heart condition. Only Lucas knew about this, and he had been treating me for it. Under his treatment, my heart pain went from once a week to once a year. By my calculations, Melody should be due for an attack soon. The car quickly stopped at the entrance to their apartment complex. They went home together. It was a 2000 square foot apartment with a cat and a dog – practically my ideal complete home. As soon as the door opened, the cat and dog rushed over. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling worthless. When we first got married, I wanted to keep pets too, but Lucas talked me out of it. He said it was too much work, that I didn’t have time to take care of them. Later, when I found a stray cat, he advised against keeping it too. He said the cat had feline distemper and ringworm. But now, Lucas was gazing at Melody playing with the cat and dog, lost in thought. I don’t know if it was my heart responding to my emotions, but Melody suddenly pressed her hand to her chest. Her face turned a bit pale. “Lucas, I feel like I can’t breathe properly.” Lucas snapped out of his daze. He tilted his head quizzically and offered an explanation. “Could it be because the cat is shedding heavily?” He pointed at the ragdoll cat on the floor. I looked at him in surprise. Lucas had a PhD and was practically an expert in his field. Moreover, he had always known the symptoms of my attacks. How could he say something so unprofessional? Melody stood up from the floor and moved away from the cat, trying to take deep breaths. But it was useless. After the chest tightness came radiating pain from the heart. Sure enough, Melody hunched over, her brows furrowed tightly, afraid to move. She had never experienced this kind of pain before. Tears streamed down her face. She panicked: “Lucas, my whole chest hurts so much now.” “Is there something wrong with my heart?” Lucas walked over unhurriedly. He came to Melody’s side and comforted her. “It’s nothing, don’t overthink it.” “In your condition, it’s just a stitch. It’ll pass on its own in a while.” I was even more surprised. This kind of pain would indeed disappear after a while, as Lucas said, but without medication, it would hurt again the next day. Lucas couldn’t possibly not know this. A few minutes later, Melody’s pain did subside. Lucas gave her a white pill. He wiped the sweat from her brow. “It’s a sedative. You’ve only had your heart transplant for a year, you need more rest.” Melody took the pill and went to bed. I saw Lucas standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, playing with a white pill bottle in his hand. I recognized it, even knew it well. Because that pill bottle contained my heart medication, which Lucas had given me back then. Could it be that he had discovered the heart in Melody’s chest was mine? 4 The next day, Melody woke up. “Lucas, it’s so good to have you. I love you so much.” I saw her stand on tiptoe, as if wanting to kiss Lucas, but the next second she pressed her left chest again. Ten hours had passed, and she was having another attack. No matter how slow she was, she should realize by now that these symptoms were very similar to mine. The white pill bottle had long been thrown into the trash by Lucas and sent to the garbage station, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he gently patted Melody’s back. When she felt a little better, he suggested, “Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up.” Lucas drove. They left at 9 AM and didn’t arrive at the hospital until 1

By the time they did the physical examination, Melody’s heart pain had long subsided. The test results also showed that her heart was healthy. With Lucas personally overseeing the examination, Melody was reassured. I watched as Lucas, with infinite tenderness, raised his hand to caress Melody’s cheek. But what he said next was unexpected. “Melody, since everything’s fine, you should go home first.” “I have to do rounds later, and there’s a surgery in the afternoon.” “Your heart still needs rest. On our wedding day, I’ll definitely make our relationship public.” I was stunned. Lucas hadn’t made their relationship public. But that made sense. After all, becoming romantically involved with your patient would be quite unethical for a doctor. Melody’s eyes dimmed. She left, looking back every few steps. Lucas was indeed very busy after that. He went with several doctors to check on patients in various wards. After finishing in the morning, Lucas hurriedly ate lunch and was about to go into surgery. I followed him into the operating room, seeing for the first time what he looked like holding a scalpel. I had always known that his hands were called “miraculous”. Every surgery he performed had never failed. But now, these holy hands trembled slightly at the moment of suturing. 5 The surgery was successful. I heard others discussing quietly. “Did Dr. Lin’s hand shake just now? Is he too tired?” “Luckily nothing went wrong.” “You newcomers don’t know. A year ago around this time, Dr. Lin’s wife was killed in a car accident. He had just finished surgery and ran to the funeral home without even changing his clothes.” “So many people have tried to set him up, but he refused them all. Ah, it’s the first time I’ve seen such pure love in real life.” I laughed at how young and naive they were, thinking everyone was capable of pure love. Lucas wasn’t refusing others, he had already found someone. For example, right now, as soon as the surgery was over, he eagerly opened his phone. The latest message was from Melody. [Lucas, which hotel are we going to tonight? I’m waiting for you.] Followed by two shy emojis. They were both adults. A year was enough time for them to develop a more intimate relationship. But to my surprise, Lucas replied: [I’m tired. I’m going home first.] He meant our home. The door opened. The furniture in the room was still the same as before, even the photos hanging on the wall were still there – all pictures of me and Lucas traveling to various places. I stared at them, lost in thought. But he showed no emotional reaction. The house still used smart lights. As soon as the door opened, the lights automatically turned on. The aroma of food wafted through the entire living room, seemingly from nowhere. Lucas casually took off his coat and hung it on the rack. He blurted out: “Sister, I’m home. What’s for dinner tonight?” I was stunned. So was he. I was two years older than Lucas. Due to my heart condition, I started school two years later than him. Lucas liked to call me “sister”, and I loved his cool voice when he did. But now, I was angry. How had I never realized before? Although he called me “sister” verbally, combined with what he said next, how was it any different from calling out “Mrs. Wang”? Lucas was silent for a moment. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyelashes, like crow feathers, lowered, concealing the emotions in his eyes. The lights in the room were warm, but he stood at the doorway, his back slightly bent, his tall figure giving off a sense of lonely silence. If I had seen him like this before, I would have felt heartbroken. But now, I just wanted to laugh coldly. After all, I had lost my life. Shouldn’t he be sighing and reminiscing every day, heartbroken for a lifetime? 6 Lucas’s emotional change was very brief. In the following days, he returned to being the steady, emotionless Dr. Lin that people knew. Melody often came to see him, and sometimes they would go out on dates at night. Melody’s smile grew brighter each day. She was about to get married. “Lucas, are you coming to my place tonight?” She hooked her finger into Lucas’s palm. “My dad wants to discuss our wedding plans with you.” Lucas nodded in agreement. The car stopped in front of a mansion. The driver opened the door, and a butler came to greet them. I suddenly understood. Melody was rich, a wealthy heiress. She had the financial means to give Lucas better resources. But I was different. Lucas and I were both from orphanages, with no money or background. We even had to fight for the opportunity to study. During the most difficult times, we ate instant noodles for a month in our rented room. Fortunately, I later earned some money, enough to cover our expenses and financially support him through his master’s, doctorate, and studies abroad. But this money ultimately couldn’t compare to that of a rich heiress. What I thought was the sweetness after bitterness was just what he considered a matter of course. Melody’s father was a kindly old man. After dinner, he patted Lucas’s shoulder, gesturing for him to go to the living room to discuss matters. Melody held Lucas’s hand, full of reluctance. The old man chuckled: “Don’t worry, I’m just borrowing your lover for a bit. Your dad is leaving too, how come you’re not reluctant to see me go, you little ingrate.” Melody bit her lip sheepishly. I followed them to the living room. The old man smiled: “Lucas, I heard that a year ago in the operating room you performed surgery on, my daughter had a massive hemorrhage. You stood there for six hours straight and saved her life. I’m very grateful.” “It was my duty.” After Lucas stated his position, the old man didn’t beat around the bush. But their next conversation shocked me. “Your ex-wife didn’t have heart disease, did she?” “Little Melody cried and insisted on having her heart, and she happened to be a universal donor, so I found someone to… But you also benefited from misfortune. My daughter fell for you. Once you marry into our family, you’ll have plenty of money and power in the future.” “No one will look down on you for being an orphan anymore.” They were essentially laying all their cards on the table. Half of Lucas’s face was hidden in shadow. The light and shadow on his face outlined his features, making his expression seem both angry and indifferent. He slowly raised his hand. The old man stared at him unblinkingly, wanting to know what his attitude would be. I stared at him too, wanting to know how he would react. 7 Lucas raised his hand and placed it in front of the old man. His back was slightly hunched. “Father-in-law.” The old man laughed heartily, saying “good” several times. I knew reality wasn’t like novels. Many people discard their conscience for money. I just never thought Lucas would be one of them. He had completely abandoned his professional ethics as a doctor. The young man I loved no longer existed. Lucas knew about my unnatural death. I thought he would at least report it to the police, considering our 30-year relationship. But not only did he not do that, he even joined the team of murderers who killed me, becoming their son-in-law. Lucas might have felt guilty. He left the Johnson house and drove to the cemetery. He stood in front of my tombstone, doing nothing, just standing there. As night fell, many mourners had already left the cemetery, but Lucas sat down on the ground. He hugged my tombstone and fell asleep like this. The first time he did this was five days after I was buried. At that time, seeing him sleep all night hugging my tombstone, I felt both heartbroken and happy. I thought that after 30 years of persistence, I had finally broken through his cement-like exterior and touched his heart. I didn’t expect that he was just feeling guilty, because that day was when he got together with Melody. Now he was using the same trick again. But this time, I only felt disgusted and upset.

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My boyfriend and his cousin were kidnapped. The kidnappers said they could only save one. I laughed on the spot. In my previous life, when my sister and I were kidnapped, my boyfriend chose to save my sister. This time, history repeats itself. As for who I would choose, isn’t it obvious? In the European-style banquet hall. Glasses clinked, and the air was filled with the scent of perfume and expensive clothes. My father and I stood on the podium, greeting guests with smiles. The butler quietly informed me: “Miss, all the guests have arrived. Please start the opening dance.” Today is my 18th birthday. My father has organized a grand birthday party for me, with all the elite of our social circle in attendance. I looked at the crowd below, but my designated “dance partner” was nowhere to be seen. My father leaned in and asked: “Where’s Jason? Where did he go? Doesn’t he know he’s supposed to dance the opening number with you?” Jason Sullivan, the eldest son of the Sullivan family, my boyfriend. He was also my “original dance partner” for tonight. I scanned the room. As expected, my half-sister “Rachel Wright” was also absent. If my memory serves me correctly, today was their first meeting in my previous life. Jason had gone to the garden for some fresh air and met Rachel, who was uncomfortable in high-society gatherings. They hit it off immediately, beginning an entanglement that couldn’t be cut or reasoned away. In my previous life, upon discovering Jason’s absence, I immediately rushed out to find him. As a result, I saw him chatting happily with Rachel, and in a fit of jealousy, I slapped Rachel. The consequences were being despised by Jason, scolded by my father, and gossiped about by the guests. Living this life again, I won’t make the same mistake. A dance partner? As if the young lady’s birthday party couldn’t go on without Jason Sullivan? My gaze coldly swept through the crowd. A young man in an oversized suit caught my eye. He was standing dejectedly by a pillar, lost in thought. The young man had picturesque features, a slender figure, skin as white as snow, and an elegant, noble air. Standing alone in this lavish, extravagant banquet hall, he seemed out of place. I lifted my dress adorned with handcrafted crystals and, to everyone’s surprise, walked towards him. Seeing me approach, the young man’s rosy lips parted slightly, his face full of uncertainty. “Liam, would you like to dance with me?” I extended my hand, adorned with a rose gold bracelet. Liam’s eyes flickered, pointing at himself in disbelief: “Amelia… are you asking me?” “Who else would I be asking?” I smiled brightly, playfully asking: “Do you know how to waltz?” “Yes…” Liam nodded, overwhelmed by the honor. He reverently took my hand, allowing me to lead him to the center of the dance floor. The guests automatically made way. The band immediately began playing the lively “Tales from the Vienna Woods.” Liam carefully placed his hand on my waist, and we began to dance. He was two years younger than me, not yet in his growth spurt, only slightly taller than me. As we glided across the floor, I admired his shy expression. A blush crept up his fair face, like a ripe peach. “Relax, I won’t eat you,” I teased. Liam’s palms were sweating, and his steps were a bit unsteady. “S-sorry…” Liam apologized awkwardly. In my previous life, I only cared about Jason, following his lead in everything. Influenced by Jason, I had a very poor impression of Liam. But I’ll never forget that in my previous life, when I fell from a tall building and was shattered, it was Liam who, without hesitation, knelt in the blood and performed CPR on me as I was dying. Only after dying once did I see clearly who was human and who was a ghost. I pulled back my wandering thoughts and continued to tease Liam: “Is this your first time dancing with a girl?” “Yes…” “Then I’m quite honored.” As I was bantering, my eyes met a pair of shocked eyes over Liam’s shoulder—

Jason Sullivan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall, staring at me intently. Behind him was the shy and delicate Rachel. It seems they had just returned. Jason probably didn’t expect that I wouldn’t wait for him and would directly choose Liam, whom he looked down upon the most, for the opening dance. I had returned to this life yesterday, and the moment I regained my new life, I vowed that this time I must live for myself. I am no longer anyone’s second choice, nor will I be anyone’s appendage. Ignoring Jason’s murderous gaze, I continued to “gaze lovingly” at Liam. “Liam, if you ever need help in the future, you can come to me. Your big sister will take care of you,” I said sincerely. Liam was not favored in the family due to his mother’s humble background. Just for what he did for me before I died in my previous life, I will repay him well in this life. “Thank you, Amelia…” Liam’s eyes misted over, his voice seemingly tinged with bitterness. As the song ended, Liam retreated to the corner. The guests paired up and successively entered the dance floor. While I exchanged pleasantries with the guests, I walked towards the buffet table and got myself a glass of juice. “What do you mean by this?” A voice laced with barely concealed anger sounded from behind me. I turned around to face Jason, whose face was frosty. I calmly took a sip of the sweet and sour orange juice and asked in return: “What do you mean?” “Didn’t you ask me to be your dance partner?” Jason tugged at the bow tie around his neck, accusing me first: “Are you playing games with me?” I couldn’t help but smile. How novel, the Jason of my previous life would never take the initiative to talk to me. Let alone use this complaining tone to question me. I retorted: “If I remember correctly, I only asked you one-sidedly if you wanted to be my dance partner. And Mr. Sullivan didn’t agree to me, and when it came time for the opening dance, Mr. Sullivan was nowhere to be found. Did I have to dig three feet into the ground to find you before the party could continue?” He stared at me as if he didn’t recognize me, surprised by my sarcastic tone. I used to never speak to him like this, and I had always called him “Jason” since we were young. This “Mr. Sullivan” sounded cold and distant, as if we were mere acquaintances. Taking advantage of his stunned silence, I added another sentence: “How old are you? Don’t you even understand this basic etiquette? Today is my birthday, don’t ruin my mood.” I left with these words, not looking back. As I turned away, a playful male voice echoed in my mind: “Congratulations, host! You have successfully humiliated the male lead, the system rewards you with 100 humiliation points. Collect 100,000 points to obtain the resurrection armor. Good luck!” Ah, yes, not only have I been reborn, but I’ve also been bound to a humiliation system. The system said that I had already passed away, but due to my strong desire, it gave me a chance to revive. But this doesn’t mean I’ve truly come back to life. I need to humiliate those who hurt me in my previous life, gain 100,000 humiliation points, to truly revive. And the time left for me is not much, I need to complete the task before the time of my death in my previous life. In my previous life, I died at the age of 24 at the hands of kidnappers. I have 7 years left, I must change my fate! In my previous life, I was solely focused on marrying Jason, only thinking about being the Sullivan family’s daughter-in-law after graduation. I sneer at my past self. Rather than supporting his lofty ambitions, it’s better to earn my own fortune. After my rebirth, my goals are clear. Besides ensuring my own survival, I also need to take over the family business, absolutely not letting the empire built by my birth mother and father fall into others’ hands. My father and my birth mother had an arranged marriage, a powerful alliance that multiplied the scale of the Wright family’s business several times over. Unfortunately, my father was an unfaithful man. Shortly after my mother became pregnant with me, he rekindled an affair with his first love, resulting in a secret pregnancy. This first love was Rachel’s mother. A year ago, my mother passed away due to illness, and she brought Rachel to our home, suddenly becoming the new mistress of the Wright family. My father, out of respect for my mother’s family, didn’t dare mistreat me. However, his heart had long since strayed. After returning to school, I began to work hard. To improve my grades quickly, I hired top university graduates as tutors at a high price. I also attended numerous prep classes, dedicating all my time outside of basic necessities to studying. During lunch break, I was in the classroom eating lunch prepared at home while silently reciting chemical formulas. Two girls who were usually quite friendly with me came over. One of them, named “Megan Parker,” showed me her phone. I glanced at it disinterestedly. The video was shot on the rooftop of the teaching building. From the angle, it was clearly taken secretly. A boy and a girl were sitting in the shaded area of the rooftop, eating boxed lunches together—

Who else could it be but Jason and Rachel? Rachel was sharing her food with him, and Jason, who claimed to have germaphobia, accepted it without hesitation. I looked away without changing my expression. Megan said indignantly: “This Rachel is so shameless. She knows the school heartthrob is your boyfriend, yet she still throws herself at him.” Another classmate named Lucy also gritted her teeth and said: “Like mother, like daughter. No wonder she’s the daughter of a homewrecker.” Megan immediately suggested: “Amelia, let’s teach her a lesson. Let’s lock her up and scare her a bit!” The whole school knew that Rachel’s mother was a homewrecker. In my previous life, although I disliked her, I initially only isolated her and didn’t cause her any actual harm. It wasn’t until I discovered she was getting closer to Jason. I overturned the vinegar jar, and with the instigation of some ill-intentioned people, I joined with several classmates to bully Rachel. Come to think of it, my untimely death in my previous life was also self-inflicted karma. I finished my meal, closed the lid of my lunchbox, and said leisurely: “Let them be. The mock exams are coming up soon, there’s no need to waste energy on idle people.” My response took them by surprise. Especially Megan, who pressed on: “Amelia, are you really going to let her off like this? Isn’t that too easy on her?” Lucy chimed in: “Yeah, Rachel is so bold, daring to steal your man. You can’t just let her get away with it.” I sighed and emphasized again: “Jason and I are just neighbors, we were never a couple. How can you call it stealing? He can be with whoever he wants, it’s none of my business. I just want to study hard now, I don’t have time for anything else.” Megan and Lucy looked at each other, unable to accept my change in attitude. I advised them: “Focus more on your studies. Nothing is more important than improving yourself.” Megan said unhappily: “We’re just looking out for you, and not only are you ungrateful, you’re lecturing us.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, so I just put away my lunchbox and took out my chemistry notes to review. Seeing my cold attitude, Megan angrily dragged Lucy away. I thoughtfully glanced at her, recalling some things… The first class in the afternoon was a chemistry test. After the chemistry teacher came in, he looked around the classroom and asked: “Where’s Rachel?” Only then did I realize Rachel hadn’t come back. The classmates all said they didn’t know. The chemistry teacher turned his gaze to me. “Amelia, do you know where she went?” I said frankly: “Teacher, I haven’t left the classroom since the break. I don’t know.” After hearing my explanation, the chemistry teacher didn’t pursue it further and started handing out the test papers. Chemistry was my strong suit, and with the recent tutoring showing results, I finished the entire test in just half an hour. I double-checked my answers twice to make sure there were no mistakes. I looked up at Rachel’s seat, but she still hadn’t returned. Could something have happened? I frowned slightly. The chemistry teacher was also worried, pacing back and forth on the podium, occasionally looking towards the door. I decided to be a good person for once and raised my hand: “Teacher, I’ve finished my test. May I go look for Rachel?” The chemistry teacher was more than happy to agree. After leaving the classroom, I didn’t go directly to find Rachel, but instead turned to the neighboring classroom— “Excuse me, teacher, I need to speak with Jason Sullivan.” I stood outside the door, addressing the history teacher on the podium. The history teacher was slightly taken aback, and the students in the classroom immediately started buzzing. Jason looked at me with a stern face, while various teasing and mocking voices arose. The history teacher called for them to quiet down, then asked me: “What do you need him for?” I said calmly, without blushing or breathing heavily: “Rachel from our class hasn’t returned for class. Someone saw her eating lunch with Jason during the break, so I came to ask.” As soon as I finished speaking, the classroom erupted again. Jason’s expression became even more colorful, with anger and humiliation flying together. He stood up abruptly without waiting for the teacher’s signal. “I don’t know where Rachel went!” he said loudly. I raised my chin and said: “Anyway, she’s missing. Why don’t you come with me to look for her?” The other students joined in the commotion. The history teacher couldn’t take it anymore and impatiently shooed us away: “Jason, go with her to look! Come back when you find her!” I turned and left without waiting for Jason. He complained behind me: “Amelia Wright, what’s wrong with you? Every day, can’t you stop causing trouble for me?”

I ignored him. Actually, I knew where Rachel was. In my previous life, after I found out she was having lunch with Jason, I joined with Megan and others to teach her a harsh lesson. In this life, I’ve awakened and let her off, but that doesn’t mean others will leave her alone. I headed straight for a certain girls’ bathroom on the top floor. This floor was high up and rarely frequented. As soon as I reached the door, I could hear muffled sobs from inside. I rushed in without hesitation and, as expected, the door of the stall furthest in was tied shut with a rope. The rope was knotted tightly, and without a knife, I couldn’t undo it. Jason peered in from outside the bathroom: “Is she in there?” Before I could answer, Rachel, locked inside, called out: “Jason! Is that you? I’m in here!” As Jason hesitated, I crossed my arms and said: “What are you standing there for? Go be the hero and save the damsel. Can’t you kick the door down?” Provoked by my words, Jason finally strode into the girls’ bathroom. He raised his foot and kicked hard— Bang! Bang! Two loud thuds The bathroom door was kicked open. Rachel threw herself into Jason’s arms, crying her eyes out. Jason awkwardly held her shoulders, keeping her at a distance. “Who locked you in here?” Jason asked while glaring at me suspiciously. Rachel sobbed: “I-I don’t know… A girl I didn’t recognize said she left something in here and asked me to help look… As soon as I went in, the door was locked… sob I thought I’d never get out…” Jason turned on me fiercely: “Amelia Wright, you did this, didn’t you?” I calmly picked at my nails, giving him a cold glance: “Evidence.” “What?” I pointed at the surveillance camera in the hallway: “You say I did it, do you have any evidence? Why don’t we check the surveillance footage?” In my previous life, Rachel was locked up until almost the end of school before Jason rescued her. Jason used his status as the son of a school board member to demand the school check the surveillance footage. In the end, it was proven that I was behind it, and from then on, Jason became increasingly disgusted with me. Now, Jason was left speechless by my question. I sneered: “Don’t accuse me without evidence.” “If you didn’t do it, how did you know she was here?” Jason’s suspicion was not unfounded. I remained composed and said coolly: “In the entire school building, this is the most suitable place to lock someone up. Next time someone locks you up here, I guarantee you’ll be crying for help with no one to answer.” Without waiting for Jason’s reaction, I turned to Rachel: “There’s 40 minutes left for the chemistry test. If you don’t want to turn in a blank paper, you’d better hurry back.” Rachel looked utterly miserable, sobbing as she followed me back. I led her back to the classroom. The chemistry teacher was relieved, asked her a few questions, and then let her return to her seat to take the test. As I walked past Megan, I clearly saw her eyes flickering, her face showing dissatisfaction. Jason did end up checking the surveillance footage later and found out who was behind it. It was Megan. She had always had a crush on Jason but didn’t dare pursue him because of my presence. That day, after learning that Jason and I had “fallen out,” she thought about removing Rachel as an obstacle. Little did she expect it would backfire. After the incident came to light, Megan became a pariah that everyone avoided. And Jason was once again humiliated by me, this time even more severely than at my birthday party. The system rewarded me with 200 humiliation points, bringing my current total to 300 points. In this life, I focused all my energy on studying and no longer targeted Rachel. Jason and I also grew apart, and rumors spread among classmates that we had broken up— In reality, we had never even dated. Without me interfering and with her getting closer to Jason, Rachel gained quite a few girlfriends. Time flew by, and another half semester passed. One day, we had a PE class, and our class was having a basketball match against Jason’s class. When Jason took the court, the whole place erupted in applause. Rachel and her friends sat on the sidelines, cheering him on. Their disloyal behavior annoyed the boys in our class. I stood in the shade of a tree, silently reciting from flashcards filled with knowledge points. Cheers kept coming from the basketball court as Jason scored several baskets in a row, earning applause from the crowd. I dug at my ears, annoyed by the noise. Just as I picked up a flashcard to check, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner of my eye.

I squinted to look. It was Liam Harrison, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was two grades below me, not on the same floor, so I rarely encountered him. He was walking towards the small woods by the sports field, where there was an old equipment room. I curiously watched for a few more moments and saw several boys standing in front of the equipment room door. One of them roughly grabbed Liam’s collar, and the others immediately surrounded him. Seeing the situation turning bad, I stuffed the flashcards back into my pocket and quickly ran over. I hadn’t gone far when I heard shouts behind me. “Jason!” Jason’s teammates were calling for him. I didn’t pay attention and continued running towards Liam. Before I could reach him, he was already knocked to the ground by those boys. I took the initiative, shouting as I ran: “Teacher! Over here! There’s a fight over here!” Upon hearing this, the bullies scattered in fear. I helped Liam up from the ground, covered in dust. His face was bruised, and his blue sportswear was stained with footprints. “Amelia…” he called out awkwardly. “Are you okay? Who were those people?” I asked with a frown. Liam shook his head and explained: “A few days ago, a girl in class gave me a love letter. Her admirers weren’t happy about it and came to cause trouble for me.” I thought to myself, can’t these young people care more about their future? They’re barely grown and already fighting over love. “We should report this to the teacher,” I said. Liam shook his head again. “It’s fine… It’s not a big deal, it’s happened before.” Despite both being Sullivan family sons, Jason was the school’s popular heartthrob, while Liam’s treatment was the complete opposite. Both at home and at school, he was targeted maliciously because of his background. I encouraged him: “Study hard, and when you grow up and become successful, you can really show them!” “Mm, thank you, Amelia…” “If they go too far, you still need to tell a teacher, or you can tell me too.” “Okay…” Liam agreed, but with his personality accustomed to being bullied, he had long lost the courage to fight back. “I’ll take you to the infirmary,” I said, supporting Liam as we walked towards the teaching building. Liam hurriedly declined: “No need to trouble you, Amelia. Don’t you have class?” I spoke frankly: “Watching boys play basketball is extremely boring. I have nothing better to do anyway.” Liam then obediently followed me to the infirmary. As I was supporting him inside, I unexpectedly saw Jason sitting there. Two male students were with him, and the school nurse was crouched beside him, spraying his knee with an antiseptic spray. His knee was scraped and slightly swollen. When I left earlier, I heard his teammates calling him. He must have fallen then. Seeing Liam and me, Jason’s expression changed dramatically. I ignored him and addressed the nurse directly: “Nurse, this freshman was beaten up by some students. Could you please check him?” The nurse said: “Wait a moment, I’m not done here yet…” Jason glared at us fiercely. Liam noticed his hostile gaze. He looked pitiful, his eyes reddening as he said: “Amelia, I’ll be fine on my own… Why don’t you go back…” “No need, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll see this through,” I insisted. Our conversation finally provoked Jason’s displeasure. He said sarcastically: “Miss Wright sure is charitable, even willing to skip class to help others.” I thought to myself, I haven’t even provoked you, why are you trying to assert your presence? I retorted: “Isn’t Mr. Sullivan supposed to be a basketball star? You got injured in a small inter-class match, have you been lacking exercise lately?” Jason’s face immediately darkened. His friend came to his defense: “Amelia, how can you talk like that? Jason got distracted when he saw you leave and was knocked down by a boy from your class.” Jason said angrily: “Shut up!” I snorted coldly, not taking it seriously: “He carelessly fell on his own, why blame others?” “You…” Jason’s friend wanted to say more. Liam beside me suddenly inhaled sharply. “Ouch…”

My attention returned to him, and I quickly asked: “What’s wrong?” He covered his cheek and said: “It’s nothing…” “Does it hurt a lot?” I moved his hand away and saw that half of his face was swollen. With the nurse’s permission, I got an ice pack to apply to Liam’s face. Jason’s friend couldn’t help but interject again: “Why don’t you care about Jason? Aren’t you boyfriends?” Jason remained silent, seemingly agreeing with his words. I remained quiet, casting a cold glance at them while continuing to apply the ice pack. Liam spoke in a barely audible voice: “Amelia… you don’t need to take care of me. I’ve dealt with injuries on my own before… You should go check on Jason… He needs you more…” This sounded a bit manipulative. But the young lady isn’t falling for this trick. No wonder men like these “green tea bitches,” who could resist this? I patted Liam and said: “Silly boy, you’re clearly the one who’s been wronged, yet you’re bottling it up. He has so many people around him, does he really need me too?” Ignoring the angry faces of Jason and his friends, I said solemnly: “Jason Sullivan, you’ve always claimed to be the embodiment of justice, so why do you turn a blind eye when your own cousin is bullied at school? If either of these two friends of yours were beaten, you wouldn’t stand idly by, would you? How come when it comes to your own flesh and blood cousin, you have this ‘not my problem’ attitude? Isn’t that the definition of a hypocrite?” In my previous life, when Rachel was bullied and I didn’t help her, this was exactly how Jason berated me. Apart from that one time I locked Rachel in the bathroom, I never bullied her again. It was always those who admired Jason who did things in my name. In my previous life, I knew Jason didn’t like malicious women, so I had already restrained myself from targeting Rachel. But Jason, without investigating, would blame everything that happened to Rachel on me. “When your own flesh and blood sister is bullied, you have this ‘not my problem’ attitude? Isn’t that the definition of a hypocrite?” These were his exact words to me back then. Now I’m throwing them right back at him, tit for tat. Jason was rendered speechless by my outburst, flushed with anger and frustration, unable to utter a word in rebuttal. His two sidekicks were also left dumbfounded. The nurse, feeling awkward, tried to mediate: “Alright, Jason’s injury isn’t serious. Go back and rest, avoid strenuous exercise, and it’ll heal in a couple of days.” Jason was helped away by his friends, one on each side. As soon as they left, the system came online:

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