While I was on my way to find a lawyer with the will in hand, I got into a car accident and died. When I woke up again, I found myself sitting in a college classroom in 2002. Sitting next to me was my 19-year-old boss. This introduction sets up the premise of the story – the main character (Olivia) has been reborn into the past with memories of her future life. It establishes the time period (2002) and introduces a key character (her future boss, Lucas) right from the start. As I was on my way to see a lawyer with the will in hand, I got into a car accident. The car was totaled, and I died. When I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting in a college classroom in 2002. Beside me sat my 19-year-old boss. “Are you Lucas?” I asked, shocked to realize we were classmates in college. Lucas turned his head slightly, acknowledging that he heard me, but his eyes remained fixed on the professor at the front of the room. “Mm-hmm,” he mumbled. I observed this shy young man wearing worn-out sweats and canvas shoes. Lucas was frantically jotting down notes from the lecture. I noticed purple bruises on his wrist. This handsome, thin young man would become my boss in ten years, the person who left all his assets to me when I was at my poorest. I looked down at my own delicate, slender hands, so different from the rough, yellowed ones I remembered. The bag next to me was even a new 2002 Chanel model. When I worked for Lucas in my past life, my family had already fallen on hard times. The few designer bags I owned were all year-end bonuses from Lucas. I took out a mirror from my bag and carefully examined the beautiful young woman reflected in it. I really had been reborn. After class, Lucas grabbed his books and headed out. I wanted to catch up with him but was stopped by another girl. “Olivia, why were you talking to that poor kid today?” she asked. Poor kid? She must be referring to Lucas. “What’s wrong with talking to him?” I replied. She widened her eyes and felt my forehead. “Didn’t you used to say he smelled like a country bumpkin and it was awful?” What? I used to look down on Lucas? I thought hard but couldn’t remember having any impression of this boy in college. “I was ignorant before. Now I think he’s really impressive and inspiring,” I said. I looked up and saw Lucas standing in the doorway. His lips were pressed tightly together, and he looked uncomfortable. “Forgot something?” I asked him with a smile, trying to convey as much kindness as possible. He nodded but still wouldn’t look at me. I picked up the keys on the desk and handed them to him, then followed him out of the classroom. His pants were obviously too short, and his canvas shoes were a bit big, exposing his heels as he walked. He had several blisters on his feet, and there were more bruises visible on his exposed ankles. “Is someone bullying you? Who is it?” I asked. He turned back to look at me in surprise, as if to say, “Isn’t it you?” I blinked and clarified, “I mean, is someone in your dorm bullying you?” He didn’t respond and just kept walking. I continued following behind him. As we passed a stairwell, he was suddenly pulled aside by someone. “What are you doing?” I called out as I caught up. By the time I reached them, Lucas had already been pushed to the ground. One of the guys had his foot on Lucas’s shoulder. He looked shocked to see me. “Olivia, don’t you hate this guy?” he asked. Lucas was staring at me too, but there was no fear or plea for help in his eyes. “I don’t hate him anymore. He’s my friend now, so you’d better move your foot,” I said firmly. The guys laughed mockingly, looking at me with defiance. I took out my phone from my bag, pretending I was about to make a call. They started to panic. “What are you doing?” I looked at them innocently. “Calling the dean. My dad donates so much money to the school every year, and this is how they’re raising students? A bunch of bullies ganging up on one person?” They grew scared, knowing I actually had the power to get them expelled. They glared at Lucas and me, cursing under their breath as they left. “Wait,” I called out. They immediately stopped, their backs to me – the only defiance these young men could muster. “Lucas is my friend. Do you understand?” I said. They nodded reluctantly and then left. I went to help Lucas up. He wasn’t badly hurt, just his clothes were dirty. He was clutching an envelope tightly, the flap unsealed. As he stood up, money spilled out onto the ground. It looked like his savings, including coins as small as ten cents. “Were you going to deposit this?” I asked. He looked at me, as if trying to determine if I was friend or foe, then nodded. “It’s for my brother.” “You’re so poor yourself, and you’re still giving money to your brother?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how rude they sounded. Luckily, he didn’t seem offended. “Yeah, he needs it right now.” He has a brother? In my past life, I worked for him for seven full years. I never heard him mention having a brother. I had someone look into Lucas’s background. His path to college had been very difficult. He dropped out in his junior year of high school. It took a lot of persuasion from his teachers, visiting his home multiple times, before his parents agreed to let him apply to college again. His grades were good, so the school waived his tuition and he could even get stipends and scholarships. It was this point that finally convinced his parents. Lucas’s brother, Zack, had failed his college entrance exams. Their family spent a lot of money and called in many favors to get him into a community college. He hadn’t been there long before he got a girlfriend, and now he was asking Lucas for money to buy her gifts. The Johnson family wouldn’t give Lucas a penny for living expenses. He worked in the cafeteria every day to earn some money, which he had to send home and to his brother. There was a photo of Lucas’s brother in the file. He was leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets, smoking a cigarette, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. But why did his face look so familiar? I thought hard for a moment. Wait a second, wasn’t he the driver who hit me in that car accident? I felt a chill. Perhaps that accident hadn’t been an accident after all. I had always wondered about something – why did my boss write a will before committing suicide, leaving everything to me instead of his parents? Maybe his suicide was also related to the Johnson family. Zack’s school was actually quite close to ours, though it didn’t have a great reputation. We usually didn’t go there. Most of the students there were like Zack – mediocre in academics and family background, but acting tough. Reading their social media posts, you’d think they were the heirs to some crime family slumming it at community college. I’m not being unfair to them. Right now, Zack and his buddies were blocking my way, asking for my contact information. I looked at them coldly. “Why do you want my number? Do you even have phones?” Zack scratched the back of his head awkwardly but insisted, “We have a payphone in our dorm building.” Seeing that I wasn’t responding, he reached for my bag. I hissed at him, “My bag costs $1,000. Are you sure you can afford to replace it if you damage it?” They burst out laughing. “I don’t believe a bag can be that expensive. Is it made of gold?” I didn’t back down. “You’re welcome to try if you think you can afford to pay for it.” Zack thought for a moment and removed his hand from my bag. He probably felt like he’d lost face in front of his friends, so he suddenly reached out to grab my arm. I dodged him. “Zack.” A familiar voice came from behind me. It was Lucas. He quickly ran over and pushed Zack away, then apologized to me. I watched him bow slightly to me. When those people had bullied him earlier, he hadn’t even furrowed his brow. But now… I suddenly felt sorry for him. “Lucas, your brother offended me. Let’s go back to school and talk about this,” I said, then left. Lucas was saying something to Zack, who looked impatient. It wasn’t until Lucas put a $50 bill in his hand that Zack finally smiled. Back at school, Lucas was still apologizing to me. “I’m sorry, my brother doesn’t know any better. Please don’t hold it against him, okay?” he pleaded. I nodded. “Alright, but you have to tutor me.” Lucas was taken aback. “Tutor you?” I told him my grades weren’t good, especially in English. As long as he could tutor me every day to help me pass my finals, I’d let this incident go. Plus, I’d pay him for the tutoring. He looked at me seriously. “I can tutor you, but I can’t take your money.” I knew he would say that. But it didn’t matter. There were other ways to spend money on him if I wanted to. Thinking of how he had cared for and looked after me as my boss in my past life, I felt an urgent desire to spend money on him. Lucas was really a good boss. He had a tough life before, so he was always kind and approachable to his employees. Since he became wealthy, he had been doing a lot of charity work, though always in my name. He said he didn’t want to appear in the media. I understood. It wasn’t like I was losing out – I was even gaining good karma. Just then, my phone rang. It was my dad. “Dad,” I answered, my voice dry. In my past life, my dad had jumped to his death after going bankrupt. He hadn’t left a single word. I never thought I’d have a chance to see my dad again. “Olivia, have you eaten?” he asked. “Oh, yes, I’ve eaten. Have you eaten?” I struggled to hold back tears as I heard his familiar voice. My nose stung, and it was hard to breathe. He chuckled on the other end, saying he had grandma’s braised pork hock soup for dinner. He sounded a bit smug, knowing it was my favorite dish. I felt a warmth in my heart, but I didn’t forget the important things. “Dad, remember to check the company accounts carefully. Our professors all say you shouldn’t let one person handle all the accounts – it’s risky.” In my past life, Dad’s company had been emptied out bit by bit by his best friend, who then fled abroad. Dad trusted him too much and refused to believe it until it was too late. Dad suddenly got serious and said he would look into it. I wanted to talk to Dad more, but he had another call coming in. He was still Mr. Wilson now, busy every day. After hanging up, I told Lucas about my schedule. He said he could only tutor on weekends because he had to work in the cafeteria other days. I agreed. I arranged for the tutoring to take place at an empty villa my family owned. I pretended to be completely clueless, hoping to frustrate him so he’d feel the task was too burdensome and accept money from me.
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