In my past life, my sister forced me to marry an ugly, poor thug. Ten years later, that thug became a billionaire stock market genius, and I enjoyed a life of luxury alongside him. After being reborn, my sister rushed to grab the thug’s hand first, determined to marry him at all costs. But she didn’t know. I was the real stock market genius. Her man knew nothing – he was just a puppet I put on display. 0 I regained consciousness in the dim equipment room of the school gym. In front of me was Zack Shaw, my husband from my past life. He had torn open my clothes and pressed his face against my neck. I felt weak all over. Through the chaos, I struggled to realize that time had reversed – I was back to when I was 17 years old. Back to the day my sister Yvonne Quinn drugged me. Just as Zack was about to completely rip off my clothes, the door of the equipment room suddenly burst open from the outside. Someone rushed in. It was Yvonne. She looked like she had sprinted here, her hair matted to her face with sweat. Without bothering to fix her appearance, she threw herself at Zack and hugged him tightly. “Zack! Don’t be with her, you’re mine!” I suddenly understood. Yvonne had been reborn along with me. In my past life, Yvonne had a crush on the most popular boy in school, but he wrote me a love letter instead. Yvonne went mad with jealousy. She drugged me and forced me to marry Zack Shaw, the worst delinquent in the whole school. But over a decade later, Zack became a billionaire investment tycoon known as “The Wolf of Wall Street”. As his wife, I lived a life of luxury, carrying rare Hermès handbags and driving a $700,000 Rolls-Royce. Everyone envied me. They said: “Olivia really married well.” “Back when Zack was down on his luck, Olivia had the foresight to see his potential. Now it’s time for her to enjoy the good life!” Meanwhile, Yvonne’s rich husband had gone bankrupt and become a deadbeat chased by debt collectors. He would even suck up to Zack: “Brother-in-law, you’re the Wolf of Wall Street, right? I’m such a big fan! Could you give me some investment tips?” Every time Yvonne looked at me, her eyes were filled with barely concealed jealousy and deep regret. Sure enough, at a family gathering, after Zack said he was going to the restroom, I saw Yvonne follow him from the corner. In the hallway, I hid in the shadows and heard my sister’s drunken sobs through the thin door. “Zack, you liked me back then!” Yvonne threw her arms around Zack, trying to kiss him. Zack inhaled sharply and shoved her away. He said stiffly: “That was over a decade ago.” Yvonne fell to the ground but still cried out desperately: “Don’t you remember? You used to bring me breakfast every day, take me out on your bike, say I was your goddess forever, that you’d do anything I asked… Zack, you were supposed to be mine!” Zack didn’t respond. He straightened his clothes that Yvonne had messed up and hurried out the door. His expression was like he was fleeing from a plague to be avoided at all costs. Yvonne lost all hope and slumped dejectedly on the cold bathroom floor. I pushed open the bathroom door and looked down at her coldly. “Don’t sit there like that. People who know will think you failed to seduce your brother-in-law. Those who don’t might think you’re filming some angsty teen drama.” Yvonne jerked her head up to look at me, her eyes full of hatred. “Why you, Olivia Quinn? “How are you better than me? Why did you get to marry into wealth?” I coldly shook off her hand. “Sis, get it straight – I ended up with Zack because of you. “Now that you see Zack’s made it big, you regret it? Too bad, it’s too late.” My sister glared at me fiercely. After a moment, she shook her head and laughed viciously. “Olivia, you’re wrong. It’s not too late at all.” 0
At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant by those words. But now, looking at my 17-year-old body, I understood. Yvonne must have activated some kind of system that allowed her to be reborn, bringing me back in time with her. With a second chance at life, she wanted to win back the man who should have been hers. Now, in the equipment room, Zack was panting heavily. He looked at me: “I…” Yvonne forcefully turned Zack’s head, making him look at her instead of me. “Zack, I love you,” she said. She leaned in and kissed him. I struggled to my feet and stumbled out. Thank heavens. Thank you, Yvonne. I never dreamed I’d get a chance to relive my life and escape this nightmare. In my past life, Yvonne had drugged both Zack and me, locking us in the equipment room. Then she brought our parents and neighbors to catch us in the act. The neighbors witnessed Zack and me in a compromising position. My parents felt utterly humiliated and decided no other man would want me, so they forced me to marry Zack. When I refused, they imprisoned me at home, denying me food and water, beating me daily. Yvonne would cry and plead: “Little sister, just marry Zack. Otherwise, to save the family’s reputation, they’ll have to beat you to death.” In the end, on the brink of death, I was forced to marry Zack. Later, even with all our wealth, this incident remained a lifelong trauma. Now, I had finally escaped that shadow! 0
At dinner that night, Yvonne came home. As soon as she walked in, she eagerly announced that she was going to marry Zack. When our parents heard this, they nearly dropped their chopsticks in shock. “Yvonne, why on earth would you do that? “Zack has been held back so many times, he’s in his 20s and still retaking high school. How could he be good enough for you?” Yvonne shook her head firmly. “Dad, Mom, I promise you, Zack may be down on his luck now, but he’ll be hugely successful in the future!” Our parents couldn’t believe it and tried even harder to dissuade her. Mom even started crying. Finally, Yvonne got fed up and shouted: “It doesn’t matter if you try to stop me, I’m already Zack’s woman.” Our parents were stunned. Seeing their shocked and despairing expressions, Yvonne calmly smiled. She sat down next to them, affectionately putting her arms around their shoulders to comfort them: “Mom, Dad, you have to trust your daughter. “Remember when I told Dad not to do business with Uncle Liu, and told Mom not to go to that clinic on the east side? Now it turns out Uncle Liu ran off with the money, and that shady clinic had a medical accident. “You see, everything I say comes true – don’t you remember the fortune teller said I was born under a lucky star?” After Yvonne finished speaking, our parents’ expressions softened considerably. She pressed on: “So you should trust my judgment about men too. Zack has incredible financial luck. In the future, our whole family will benefit.” Mom was the first to be swayed: “Really?” Yvonne smiled. “Of course.” Dad was also gradually convinced by Yvonne’s confidence. He even started worrying in advance: “If Zack becomes successful, will he mistreat you?” Yvonne laughed lightly. “He won’t. Zack is clearly the doting husband type.” She must have been thinking of our past life. After Zack’s identity as the Wolf of Wall Street was revealed, countless young beauties threw themselves at him. But he always kept his eyes straight ahead, treating me, his original wife, better and better. He’d open car doors for me, serve me food at meals, and never dared to disobey me. Meanwhile, although Yvonne’s rich husband was drowning in debt, it didn’t stop him from openly ogling pretty young girls on the street. The contrast made Yvonne green with envy. Now, listening to Yvonne sing Zack’s praises to our parents, I kept my head down and focused on eating, pretending not to hear. But even though I didn’t want to engage with Yvonne, she insisted on getting my attention. That night, Yvonne pushed open the door to my room. She stared at me as I concentrated on my homework, a cold smirk on her face. “Olivia Quinn, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to – acting all quiet on the surface, but inside you’re scheming how to steal Zack back. Am I right?” How should I put this… My sister’s mindset was so small, I was almost embarrassed to admit we came from the same mother. But I was happy to let her misunderstand. Let Zack occupy all her attention – that way, she wouldn’t compete with me for what really mattered. As Yvonne spoke, she walked over and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at the mirror beside us. “I advise you not to waste your energy. Look at yourself – how could you possibly compete with me?” The mirror showed a skinny, dark-skinned girl wearing thick-framed glasses and an old, baggy school uniform. Next to her stood Yvonne with her fair, porcelain skin, silky black hair, and trendy new dress – the kind of stunning beauty that turned heads wherever she went. I did look less refined than Yvonne. Plus, our parents favored her, giving her the best food and clothes, which made me look even more malnourished and sickly in comparison. “Look at yourself. You really think any guy would like you?” Yvonne kept taunting me relentlessly by my ear, as if venting all the frustrations she’d suffered in her past life. “Zack was originally my loyal puppy. He only married you last time because he couldn’t have me. “This time, I won’t give you the chance. “I’ll marry him as soon as I’m old enough. Then when he becomes the Wolf of Wall Street, half of his fortune will be mine!” Yvonne’s eyes gleamed as she said this. Indeed, at his peak, the Wolf of Wall Street had billions in assets. Getting half in a divorce would be enough to live in luxury and date young studs for the rest of her life. I twirled the pen in my hand, keeping my head lowered. Yvonne thought I was crushed by her words. But in reality, I was lowering my head to hide my smile. My dear sister, I quite enjoy your contempt for me. It’s precisely because of this deeply ingrained contempt that even if you were reborn a million times, you’d never guess – I was the real Wolf of Wall Street. Yes, I was the one who built an empire from scratch through wisdom, courage and luck. I first made a fortune in the stock market, then invested heavily in Bitcoin at the perfect time, achieving true financial freedom. Since my username on investment forums was “qwertyu” – just random keys I’d hit on the keyboard – people called me the “Q God”. So many were curious about Q God’s true identity. I knew I couldn’t hide behind the scenes forever. So I pushed Zack out as my front man, making him my puppet. Or rather, my scapegoat. After all, our world of high finance was full of dramatic ups and downs. The nouveau riche became targets of universal envy, while the suddenly destitute attracted desperate characters. Over those years, Zack was kidnapped three times and violently beaten by enemies four times. When he came back with me to visit relatives, he had just been beaten up, with a broken rib. That’s why when Yvonne hugged him, he not only gasped in pain but immediately pushed her away. But even though he bore all the attacks as the public face, Zack absolutely didn’t dare reveal the truth. He couldn’t afford to offend me. As a puppet, he could at least enjoy the glory. Without me, he truly would be nothing. Now, looking at the clueless Yvonne, I gave a sincere smile. “Sister,” I said softly, “I wish you and Zack a lifetime of happiness.” Go ahead and tie yourself to him. Meanwhile, I’ll focus on acing my college entrance exams, saving money, going to university in Beijing, and leaving this family behind forever. 0
I sincerely hoped Zack would stay with Yvonne. However, after school, Zack cornered me. He rode his bike in front of me and whistled crudely: “Olivia, looking pretty today. Where are you off to all dressed up?” I stepped back, feeling disgusted. I knew Zack’s true nature all too well. He was a complete scumbag through and through. In the world of scumbags, the one they couldn’t have was always the most enticing. In my past life, that person was my sister. Now it had become me. Gritting my teeth, I tried to dodge around him: “I’m going to work. Get out of my way.” I’d recently started a part-time job as a cashier at a supermarket, wanting to save up some capital for myself. The boss was very kind. Seeing me in an ill-fitting school uniform with pants that were too short, he even gave me some of his daughter’s clothes to wear. The light blue cardigan and white skirt made me look much prettier than usual. But now it had attracted Zack’s attention. He leered at me, moving closer. “Work? I’ve got a job for you right here. Want to try it?” As he spoke, he tried to press his body against mine. Fighting back nausea, I silently reached into my bag, gripping the scissors I kept for self-defense. But before I could pull out the scissors, a figure rushed out from the side. She shoved me away hard, planting herself protectively in front of Zack: “Olivia Quinn, what are you doing rubbing up on Zack?” Her voice was loud as she pointed her finger in my face: “You’re trying to seduce your own sister’s fiancé. Have you no shame?” Zack stood off to the side, rubbing his nose and playing along: “I was just riding by and happened to run into Olivia. She wouldn’t let me leave.” Hearing this, Yvonne became even more enraged. “Olivia Quinn, you just won’t give up, will you? Have you looked in a mirror? How could you possibly be good enough for Zack? “I’m marrying Zack in this life no matter what. If you dare try to seduce him again, I swear I’ll have Mom and Dad sell you off to the mountains!” With that, Yvonne grabbed Zack’s hand and stormed off. But clearly, she was still uneasy. That night when I got home, I found my room had been ransacked. The metal box where I kept my savings had been found and was lying open in the middle of the room. Inside had been the wages I’d saved from my supermarket job. Now the box was empty, and Yvonne was holding the cash in her hand. Yvonne looked at me smugly, waving the bills in one hand while pointing at my nose with the other, her long nails nearly scratching my face. “So this is Olivia Quinn’s secret stash. “She’s always out and about these days, turns out she’s been sleeping with the supermarket boss for money. “I saw the boss give her cash with my own eyes, and even buy her new clothes.” Yvonne gestured at the cardigan and skirt I was wearing, her lip curled in disgust. “Tsk tsk, now everyone probably knows our family has produced a homewrecker.” Before I could say anything, my father rushed over, his face dark with anger, and slapped me hard across the face. My mother cried nearby, complaining: “The fortune teller said this girl would bring bad luck from the start. I took so many abortion pills but just couldn’t get rid of her. Now look, she’s completely ruined our family’s reputation…” My parents were always like this. They unconditionally favored my sister. Yvonne could do no wrong in their eyes. Meanwhile, I had been labeled an ill-fated child by a master even as a fetus. Not long after I was born, my father’s business went bankrupt. So everything I did was wrong in their eyes. Now, my father confiscated all the money I had saved and started whipping me with his belt. Yvonne’s lips curved in a triumphant smile, but her voice took on a tearful tone as she stood to the side, fanning the flames. “Olivia, don’t blame Dad for hitting you so hard. “If he doesn’t teach you a harsh lesson, you’ll never learn. “Girls need to value themselves. Please don’t ever try to earn that kind of dirty money again.” Finally, I passed out from the intense pain. When I woke up, I was lying in the yard. My parents had taken Yvonne out shopping. Yvonne was getting engaged soon, so they wanted to buy her a nice dress. Meanwhile, I had lost all my savings and didn’t even have medicine for my injuries. I struggled to my feet and stumbled out of the yard. The neighboring yard belonged to my cousin. Only my cousin’s wife Wendy was outside doing laundry. She was startled to see me so weak I could barely speak. “Olivia? My goodness, what happened to you?” Wendy dropped the clothes and came over to help me up, her hand coming away bloody. “Wait here, I’ll get you some medicine.” I lay on the empty ground in the yard, looking up at the sky. The moon was bright, but there were always dark corners of the world it couldn’t reach. Wendy was applying medicine to my wounds. “How could your parents be so cruel? No matter what, you’re still their own daughter…” Wendy wiped away tears. She was a kindhearted person with a difficult life. Barely literate, she had to quit school in third grade to help with housework and care for her younger brother. Later, her father sold her to my cousin to raise money for her brother’s bride price. Now she was tenderly treating my wounds, while I touched her arm, also covered in scars. My cousin often beat her. In my past life, Wendy had died before she even turned 30. After a long silence, I suddenly spoke up: “Wendy, do you have any savings of your own?” Wendy hesitated for a moment. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell my cousin.” She relaxed a bit: “I have 2,000 yuan. Why? “Is it because you need money for school and your family won’t give it to you? “If so, you can have it. Education is important, girls should go to school.” My nose stung as I forced back tears. At life’s most bitter moments, the unfortunate try their best to offer each other a bit of sweetness. I said softly: “That’s not it, Wendy. I don’t need you to support me – I want to help you make money. “I can turn your 2,000 yuan into 20,000, even 200,000…” Wendy burst out laughing. She clearly didn’t believe me, and humored me like a child: “Alright, you just take this 2,000 for school. When you graduate college you can pay me back. We’re family, I’m not going to charge you interest or anything.” I said nothing, gazing at the endless night sky. In my past life, I had made my fortune too late. By the time I returned home, Wendy had already died of depression. This life, I was determined to help her. And in doing so, help myself. Sister, you’re too foolish. Given the chance to travel back in time, all you can think about is snatching a man. Meanwhile, my mind is filled with stock ticker symbols. Do you even realize what kind of golden opportunity you’ve given me? 0
Early Monday morning, I took the money Wendy had given me to school, planning to sneak out during the long break between classes when no one would notice. I needed to go to a brokerage firm to open an account. But just as I had ridden my bike a short distance from the school gates, a figure suddenly darted out from an alley ahead. The person swung a spiked wooden club at me. I hurriedly tried to dodge but fell off my bike, hitting the ground hard. Ignoring the pain, I clutched my backpack protectively. It contained all the money Wendy had given me. A pair of shiny designer shoes appeared in front of me. Looking up, I saw a round face leering down at me with a malicious grin. I recognized him. He was Quincy Young, my sister’s husband in her past life. Quincy had been Yvonne’s devoted lapdog since middle school. He was a rich kid whose father did business down south. While the rest of us were still wearing drab school uniforms and cheap sneakers, Quincy could rattle off the names of luxury foreign brands. Quincy had pursued Yvonne for many years. Yvonne found Quincy’s looks distasteful, but she couldn’t give up his wealth. So throughout her teenage years, she strung him along hot and cold, keeping him as her number one backup plan. Later when Yvonne got older and hadn’t found a better man, she ended up marrying Quincy. Who knew that soon after the wedding, Quincy’s family would go bankrupt. Yvonne, who had invested with them, was also implicated. The whole family became deadbeats who couldn’t even take the high-speed rail. But no matter how down on his luck the future Quincy would be, right now he was still that arrogant young master from a prominent family, someone not to be trifled with. So I hugged my backpack tightly and carefully inched backwards, not wanting to provoke a direct confrontation. But Quincy wouldn’t let me go. He kicked my face with the toe of his shoe, sneering: “Yvonne’s always telling me what a dishonest little bitch her sister is. Looks like I caught you red-handed – sneaking out of school like this, what are you up to?” I said quietly: “Just buying some things.” “Buying things?” Quincy laughed. His smile suddenly vanished as he roughly grabbed the strap of my backpack, dumping out all the contents. Pencil case, books, and papers scattered on the ground. An envelope fell out with them. I tried to grab it, but Quincy was quicker, snatching up the envelope. “Well well, look at all this cash,” Quincy said, waving the bills. “What exactly are you buying? Wedding candy for your sister and me?” He pocketed the envelope and said coldly: “Don’t think I don’t know. Yvonne told me all about how you’re so vain and jealous of her that you’d even become someone’s mistress just to buy pretty dresses. So, did you steal this money or con someone out of it? I’m telling Yvonne.” Quincy kicked me into the corner of the wall. As dust flew up, making me cough, my mind suddenly became clear. Quincy had followed me on Yvonne’s orders. She had been reborn along with me. Even though she’d already snatched Zack, she still didn’t trust me. So she sent her lapdog Quincy to keep tabs on me. But that wasn’t the important part. The key was what Quincy had inadvertently said just now. “Wedding candy for your sister and me.” I suddenly burst out laughing. Perfect. Quincy clearly didn’t know that my sister was already with Zack. Come to think of it, he still had value to Yvonne. If she told Quincy she was engaged to someone else, how could he still be useful to her? Quincy had been about to leave, but seeing me smile, he frowned: “What are you laughing at?” My smile grew even brighter: “I’m just happy for my sister.” “You love her so much, always protecting her. I’m sure I’ll have a great brother-in-law soon.” I said softly. “I can’t wait for you two to get married.” This was music to Quincy’s ears. His expression softened, though he still eyed me suspiciously: “Saying nice things now to get me to let you off the hook?” “You don’t need to let me off. I haven’t done anything wrong,” I said, standing up and brushing the dirt off myself. “This money is from my cousin’s wife. She heard about my sister’s happy news and wanted me to buy some gifts for her.” Quincy’s expression suddenly changed. He frowned: “What happy news?” I feigned confusion: “I’m not sure either,, but I heard our parents say they’re planning to arrange an engagement for my sister before she goes to college. After all, in our hometown where everyone knows each other, childhood sweethearts are better than risking her getting tricked by some bad guy in the big city.” I studied Quincy’s expression, then smiled: “Silly, haven’t you figured it out yet?” Quincy looked bewildered: “Figured out what?” “The one my sister’s engaged to must be you, of course,” I said with a smile. “Think about it – everyone knows you like my sister. My parents mentioned childhood sweethearts, so out of all the guys around here, who could be a better match for my sister than you?” Quincy’s face lit up, but he still hesitated: “Why hasn’t Yvonne ever mentioned this to me?” I chided him: “My sister’s shy, of course she’d be embarrassed to say it. But she should tell you in the next few days – oh, I’ve often seen her running to that little grove behind the school lately. She must be preparing some surprise for you.” Quincy’s lovesick brain went into overdrive: “Really?” “Why don’t you go see for yourself?” I held out my hand to Quincy: “Give me back the money. I still need to pick out a dress for my sister – brother-in-law, do you prefer pink or blue? I’ll choose based on your taste.” One “brother-in-law” was enough to make Quincy’s heart soar. Without thinking, he slapped the envelope into my palm: “Pink!” With that, he took off running towards the school. He must have been eager to see what surprise Yvonne had prepared for him. I smiled and got on my bike, whistling cheerfully. This surprise… would surely be unforgettable for Quincy. 0
I rushed to the brokerage firm. Wendy was already anxiously waiting at the entrance. It was her first time in a trading hall. Looking at the screens full of flickering colors and numbers, she felt completely lost: “Olivia, can you really understand all this?” I didn’t even need to look. From the moment I bought my first stock, the market trends for decades before and after were etched in my mind, impossible to forget. I didn’t tell Wendy this, just smiled and said: “I understand it. Just trust me.” At the brokerage firm, I also saw a familiar figure. Quincy’s father, Mr. Young. He had been handling some business with his secretary, but after receiving a phone call, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly got into the black sedan parked outside and drove off in the direction of our school. I stood at the entrance, silently watching the car disappear. Wendy finished the paperwork and came to my side: “What are you looking at?” I glanced at the sky: “Nothing, just looks like a storm’s coming.” … Sure enough, a storm hit. With my encouragement, Quincy had eagerly rushed to the grove, excited to see Yvonne’s surprise for him. But as soon as he entered the grove, he heard unmistakable sounds. Looking closer, he discovered the protagonists were none other than his goddess Yvonne and that lowlife Zack Shaw he’d never bothered to notice before. This was probably the biggest shock of Quincy’s nearly 20 years of life. By the time he came to his senses, the sound of ambulance sirens filled the air. He had beaten Zack so severely that Zack was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When I arrived at the hospital, Zack had regained consciousness. He was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, lying motionless in bed. This scene was quite familiar to me. After all, in my past life when I pushed him out front to take the hits for me, he often ended up beaten to this state. But Yvonne had never seen anything like this before. She sobbed uncontrollably by the bedside, nearly hyperventilating. Quincy was dragged into the hospital room by his father, Mr. Young. Originally, Mr. Young was afraid his son would go to jail and came to negotiate a private settlement. But Quincy was like a raging bull. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes went red and he charged at Zack. If Mr. Young’s two secretaries hadn’t quickly restrained him, Quincy probably would have thrown Zack out the window. “Quincy! Apologize now!” Mr. Young was frantic. “Apologize for what? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Quincy panted heavily, pointing at Zack in the hospital bed. “He raped Yvonne, that’s why I beat him!” Poor Quincy. As an ordinary person without the perspective of being reborn, of course his first assumption upon seeing Zack with Yvonne was this. Now, Quincy looked pleadingly at Yvonne: “Yvonne, back me up. I was trying to save you.” Mr. Young also saw a glimmer of hope and turned to Yvonne: “Miss, you’re the eyewitness. Tell everyone the truth.” Suddenly, all eyes in the room were on Yvonne. She bit her lip, caught in a long moment of indecision. Finally, she said in a small voice, her face red: “It was consensual.” The color drained from Quincy’s face. “What? Yvonne, you couldn’t possibly…” Though his whole body was in a cast, Zack still managed a smug smile from the hospital bed. This gutter rat of a delinquent had never had the chance to make a rich young master like Quincy eat dirt in his life. Yvonne had actually given him this opportunity – he was practically giddy with joy. “That’s right, Yvonne and I are in love,” Zack declared loudly, ignoring his painful injuries. “Quincy deliberately assaulted me! He should go to jail!” Mr. Young’s expression darkened. He stepped forward, ignoring Zack in the bed and trying to pressure Yvonne instead: “Young lady, I suggest you think carefully before you speak…” The Young family was wealthy and influential. Even my parents started to get scared and hinted to Yvonne: “Yvonne, maybe you should reconsider…” Yvonne was clearly torn. But she couldn’t afford to offend Zack. Not only could she not offend him, she had to firmly hold onto his heart. After all, he was the Wolf of Wall Street. Compared to those future billions, the current Young family seemed insignificant. So she gripped Zack’s hand tightly: “What’s there to reconsider? Zack and I are truly in love. Anyone who hurts Zack should face the consequences!” Quincy couldn’t hold back anymore. He broke free from the secretaries’ grasp and rushed forward, slapping Yvonne across the face: “Yvonne Quinn, are you blind?” In her past life, Quincy had gone bankrupt soon after marrying Yvonne. He became quite pathetic in front of her, and Yvonne always looked down on him. This was the first time she had been slapped by this man she utterly despised. She immediately went berserk. “Quincy Young, who do you think you are?” She shoved Quincy hard. “Just a good-for-nothing rich kid. You think you’re so great because your family has money? Let me tell you, in a few years you’ll all be bankrupt!” As soon as the words left her mouth, even Mr. Young standing nearby turned ashen-faced. In the end, Mr. Young stormed out, slamming the door. Quincy chased after him, leaving just our family in the hospital room. My dad wrung his hands anxiously: “This… this, Yvonne, why did you have to offend the Young family?” My dad had recently started a small business using the Young family’s connections. With Yvonne burning bridges like this, my dad’s business was doomed. Yvonne impatiently furrowed her brow: “Dad, don’t be so short-sighted. So what if the business is gone?” She gazed at Zack with adoring eyes, as if looking at a priceless treasure: “With Zack, we’ll have everything.” 0
In the days that followed, my parents were busy dealing with the Young family’s interference in their business. My sister was busy visiting Zack in the hospital to show her devotion. I was busy studying and making money. Everyone had a bright future ahead. When Yvonne came home to make soup for Zack, she caught me diligently doing practice problems. “Study all you want,” she sneered. “Even if you get into a top university, you’ll just end up with a dead-end salary job.” I ignored her and focused on my work. In my past life, I was forced to marry Zack and lost my chance to go to university. Later I got a degree through adult education, but it left me with too many regrets. Yvonne didn’t understand that not all actions are motivated by money. Money is a tool for happiness, not happiness itself. For example, I wanted to experience four years of campus life, have an innocent college romance untainted by society,, gossip about the future with my roommates, organize events with club friends and go for late night snacks afterwards. These were all joys I never got to experience in my past life. After Yvonne left, I met up with Wendy. She had a scarf covering half her face, while I had pulled my baseball cap low. We both looked like we were up to no good. “I bought and sold exactly as you instructed,” Wendy said. “Here’s your money.” She handed me a bank book. I was surprised to find that besides the original 2,000 yuan capital, Wendy had given me all the profits. “What are you doing?” I said. “These profits came from your capital. It’s your money. I should just take a commission.” Wendy waved her hand: “I didn’t do anything. Why should I take the money? You just borrowed my 2,000 yuan, and now you’ve paid it back. I can’t take your earnings – I’d be struck by lightning!” I sighed and argued with Wendy many times, but she refused to budge. “How about this, Wendy,” I said. “I’ll hire you.” Wendy blinked: “Hire me for what?” “I still need to prepare for exams, so I need you to help me with a lot of things. Plus, I can’t open my own account until I’m 18, so I still need to use your account to operate,” I explained. “You should charge me a commission for all of this.” Wendy waved her hand again: “We’re family…” I grabbed her hand: “And you know, after I graduate, I’ll have my own business. I hope you’ll come work for me as my BD then.” Wendy’s eyes widened: “What’s BD?” I said: “Business Development. You’re outgoing, good with words, likeable, skilled at building relationships. I think this job would suit you well.” Before Wendy could respond, there was a commotion at my front door. Yvonne and Zack had returned. Wendy and I immediately exchanged a look and silently dispersed, each heading home. This was something we had agreed on beforehand – we now had a huge sum of money in our hands, like children carrying gold through a busy market. It was extremely unsafe. So before I became powerful enough, I absolutely couldn’t let anyone find out we had made money. I returned home alone and heard Yvonne and Zack happily chatting in the bedroom. Zack’s voice was filled with excitement, as if he was about to reach the pinnacle of life: “Mr. Li said that while everyone else was mediocre, he could tell at a glance that I was extraordinary. So he decided to teach me everything he knows about investing.” Yvonne was thrilled: “Zack, I knew this day would come!” I peeled an apple in the kitchen, eating it nonchalantly. Ah, Mr. Li. I knew what was going on. In her past life, Yvonne had been sent by our parents to a private prep school in Beijing, so she never met Mr. Li. But I had encountered him. This Mr. Li always dressed impeccably in a three-piece suit, spoke fluent English, and claimed to have returned from Wall Street. He had incredible charisma and was skilled at giving captivating speeches. In his talks, Mr. Li said he had already achieved complete financial freedom, and his current life goal was to help his fellow countrymen get rich together. Mr. Li’s appearance perfectly fit Yvonne’s expectations. After all, Zack had started as an ignorant delinquent, yet became the billionaire Wolf of Wall Street in the future. This kind of transformation was like a talentless youth suddenly becoming a great martial arts master. Surely there must have been some catalyst like finding a secret manual or meeting a wise mentor. Now, after waiting and waiting, Yvonne thought she had finally found this catalyst. “Tomorrow we’ll go see Mr. Li again. Zack, you focus on learning from him. Don’t worry about anything else,” Yvonne said. Zack looked troubled: “But Mr. Li mentioned a 60,000 yuan tuition fee…” Yvonne gritted her teeth: “I’ll get it for you!” The apple in my mouth nearly chipped my tooth. I knew Yvonne wasn’t very smart. But I didn’t realize her brain was this smooth. Then again, someone who blamed all her past life’s failures on not choosing the right man would naturally believe that all opportunities for redemption lay with a “Wall Street expert” Mr. Li who charged 60,000 yuan in tuition. In my past life, I had also encountered this Mr. Li. At the time, Zack was also incredibly excited, desperate to study under Mr. Li to get rich. I had stopped him. Back then, I was also just a young girl without much social experience. But I could still tell something was off about Mr. Li. People who can really make big money value their time immensely. Why would they come teach us how to get rich? And if he was already so wealthy, why did he need to charge us 60,000 yuan in tuition? At the time, Zack cursed me for being small-minded. “Don’t use your petty mindset to judge Mr. Li’s realm. He doesn’t care about making money anymore – he just wants to help us get rich. This is him accumulating good karma for his next life.” “Then why is he still charging 60,000 yuan tuition?” I had asked. “That’s just a screening process. Mr. Li wants to see our sincerity.” In the end, since I adamantly refused, Zack went to find Mr. Li on his own. He didn’t have money for the tuition, but Mr. Li didn’t insist on it. He even said he was willing to take Zack as a disciple. This made Zack feel Mr. Li was even more magnanimous. He wanted to repay Mr. Li’s kindness for life. Later Zack followed Mr. Li down south. I lost contact with him for over a year. When I saw him again, he had escaped from a pyramid scheme den and called me in tears: “Olivia, save me.”
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