The billionaire announced through the media that he was seeking to find 100 children born from his sperm donations. When my best friend discovered she was one of them, she wanted to meet him. I advised her to wait, cautioning that the billionaire was seriously ill and might have ulterior motives. She listened and decided not to go. Later, the billionaire died, and those who recognized him as their father inherited his supposed billion-dollar fortune. My friend blamed me for ruining her chance at wealth and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she told me she was the billionaire’s child. I was shaken awake, my body trembling. When I opened my eyes again, my best friend, Luna, was excitedly waking me up by my bedside. “Luna, can you believe it! I’m actually the daughter of the richest man in City W!” I felt disoriented and instinctively recoiled from her. I touched my neck, recalling how in my past life, Luna had stabbed me there, making it hard to breathe. Just like before, Luna animatedly explained how her parents used a sperm donation because her father couldn’t have children. Yesterday, the richest man in City W announced his sperm donation details and expressed a desire to meet his biological children. Each recognized child would inherit his fortune. “My genetic information perfectly matches the billionaire’s! I am his daughter! Luna, do you think I should go meet him?” Luna looked at me, her eyes shining with joy. She always aimed high but never put in the effort. During college, she only wanted to snag a rich guy to enjoy a wealthy life. But, unfortunately, rich guys care about status, and they only played with her. So in my past life, when Luna found out she was the billionaire’s daughter, she wanted to meet him to fulfill her dream of becoming a rich heiress. I learned the billionaire was seriously ill and had over 100 children from sperm donations. Out of concern for her safety, I suggested she not rush into it. “I heard many rich people use sperm donations to create their own mobile blood banks and natural organ donors. Especially since he’s only seeking his children now when he’s seriously ill. Maybe you should wait a bit.” Luna dismissed my concerns at the time until she heard that several recognized children mysteriously disappeared. Then she held my hand fearfully and said, “Thank goodness you warned me, Luna! Otherwise, I’d be doomed! Luna, you’re the best!” But then, after her failed attempt to woo the campus heartthrob, Gideon, and hearing that the recognized children did inherit the fortune after the billionaire’s death, she blamed me for blocking her financial path. On my birthday, she stabbed me in the throat repeatedly in rage: “If it weren’t for you! If you hadn’t stopped me! I would have been a billion-dollar heiress by now! How could Gideon reject me, and how would I be living such a miserable life?” “Luna! It’s all your fault! Go to hell!” But what she didn’t know was, On the day she killed me in my past life, The police had just announced it was a scam. The billionaire’s sperm donation was real, but recognizing the children was a sham. All the recognized children were lab rats for medical experiments. The inheritance was real, but the billionaire’s illness and death were fake. He had already transferred all his assets, waiting for everything to be exposed and then disappear. He left not billions in fortune, but billions in debt. And all these truths, I never had the chance to tell Luna before I died by her hand. The vengeful satisfaction in Luna’s eyes in my memory overlapped with the fervent look of the Luna in front of me. This time, I didn’t advise her. I just smiled slightly: “Congratulations.” Good advice cannot save those who are doomed. I chose to respect others’ destinies.
Luna looked smug as if she could already see her life as a rich heiress: “I’m going to the testing agency the billionaire announced tomorrow for a blood test. When I become the billionaire’s daughter, I’ll move out.” She glanced around the house disdainfully and said, “I’ll have my dad get me a mansion. I won’t have to squeeze into this old, shabby place with you. The environment is bad, hygiene is poor, and the residents are low-class.” I laughed bitterly inside. Luna couldn’t find a job back then and had no income. She shamelessly asked to rent this place with me, and she was not like this then. Moreover, it was supposed to be shared rent, but Luna never paid even a month’s rent, just freeloaded. All the house chores, from sweeping the floor, washing dishes, hanging clothes to taking out the trash, she never lifted a finger. Every time, I had to plead with her to barely get her to do anything, and she called it “helping” me share the burden. Thinking about the past years, being such a pushover, I wanted to slap myself. Her moving out was just perfect, so if anything happened, she couldn’t blame it on me. I quickly nodded and said, “You’re right, this neighborhood isn’t up to your standards. Your rich dad surely wouldn’t want you to be stuck in this small place.” “Of course!” Luna was pleased with my flattery. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to help me. Drive me to the testing agency tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow and quickly refused: “My car went in for repairs a few days ago. Maybe you can ask your boyfriend to take you. Knowing your true identity, wouldn’t he be devoted to you?” My words hit the nail on the head. Recently, Luna snagged a rich second-generation guy and kept flaunting designer bags. But she knew he looked down on her for not having a background, just playing around. Luna’s unhappy expression immediately turned into a show-off face: “With your crappy hospital job, how much can you earn? You have no sense. Fine, he’s barely a match for me, let him take me, let him see.” She said smugly and went back to her room. In my past life, her rich boyfriend dumped her after playing enough, then married his family’s chosen match, kicking her to the curb. She went to his company to cause trouble, only to be dragged out by his fiancée in public, calling her a toad trying to be Cinderella. At the time, I foolishly consoled her. Little did I know Luna didn’t blame the jerk but blamed me for stopping her from recognizing the billionaire, leading to her abandonment. She believed I ruined her rich life, swearing to fight me to the end. This life, I wouldn’t get involved in this mess. Watching Luna close her door, I quickly messaged my boss to request leave and booked a moving company. While Luna went out the next day, I packed up all my personal belongings except the shared spaces and moved out. As for whether Luna stayed or left after the rental contract expired, It wasn’t my concern. Following the principle of avoiding negativity, when encountering rotten people, don’t get tangled up, just leave immediately!
After a busy morning, finally settling everything in my new place, I got a call from Luna: “Luna, I went for the test today, and they even gave me a pack of medicine, saying I had to finish it before recognizing the billionaire. Aren’t you a med student? Check if this medicine has any issues.” Listening to her commanding tone, I felt a chill in my heart. Luna was always like this, demanding me to help her family cut lines at the hospital and even expecting me to pay for their treatments. Every time I ran around for her family, Luna took it for granted, acting like she deserved it. “This is a job for the testing department, and this medicine is from your dad’s company, Longevity Pharmaceuticals. Detailed testing fees would be thousands.” Hearing this, Luna immediately panicked: “What testing? Aren’t you a doctor! Luna, I thought we were best friends, and you mention money!” I laughed bitterly inside. Luna clearly felt something was off, so she came to me for reassurance. If anything happened, she’d blame it on me. Where’s the fairness in that! On the other end, Luna continued ranting: “You won’t even help with this simple thing! You’ve become so heartless! If it weren’t for me saving you from that fire back then…” Hearing her mention it, I couldn’t help but retort: “Luna, did you really save me back then?” In eighth grade, there was a severe fire in my school building. I fell unconscious. When I woke up, only Luna was beside me. She swore she saved me, claiming I owed her my life, which led to years of being her doormat, repaying her life-saving grace. Until my last life, when I was dying, she told me: “Why should you have a better life than me? I locked you in the classroom on purpose, yet you didn’t die.” “The hospital arranged for us to share a ward. I wanted you to feel this debt for life.” There was silence on the other end. After a while, Luna stammered: “What do you mean, Luna? Who told you such nonsense? If it wasn’t me, who else could it be? I’m not going to argue with you, just help me check this medicine.” Hearing her denial, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In fact, in my previous life, Luna secretly went to the testing agency to verify her blood and, after getting the medicine, immediately asked me. “Just as the hospital conveniently placed us in the same room, I’ll make sure you feel what it’s like to owe me for a lifetime!” There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. After a moment, Fiona stammered, “What are you talking about, Daphne? Who’s been feeding you this nonsense? If it’s not me, then who could it be? I’m not wasting any more time. Get this drug tested for me now.” Hearing her stubborn denial, I couldn’t help but scoff. In my previous life, Fiona had secretly gone for a blood test at a lab right after receiving the drug. Using my own money, I had it sent to the most reputable and fastest testing center. As expected, I discovered the drug had never undergone any human trials. In short, people like Fiona were being used as guinea pigs for experiments. This was Longevity Pharmaceuticals’ latest project, marketed under the pretense of “blood purification,” claiming to filter harmful substances from the blood. Elderly relatives were injected with blood from younger, genetically related family members, supposedly prolonging life and preventing aging. Many people who acknowledged kinship and took this “blood purification drug” suffered severe blood coagulation issues, leading to organ failure, and many died. Fiona, following my advice, didn’t take the drug and avoided disaster. Later, she believed it was a necessary process for the billionaire to select heirs, thinking those who died from the drug were unhealthy. She was convinced she would be the one to survive and inherit the wealth. Because I repeatedly stopped her, she believed I had ulterior motives and couldn’t bear to see her succeed, causing her to miss the chance to climb the social ladder. This time, I decided to play along with her: “If this drug is tested and the billionaire finds out, could it affect your eligibility for acknowledgment?” “Will it?” Fiona hesitated on the phone. I smiled, calmly preparing to give her another nudge. “After all, the billionaire is your biological father. He wouldn’t harm you, right?”
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