My boyfriend is the heir to a corporate empire, but he’s pretending to be an amnesiac poor college student freeloading at my place. After my best friend tried to convince me to dump this pretty boy for the 101st time, I still refused. There’s no way I’m breaking up with this pretty boy. Until one night I overheard his secretary’s conversation: “Now that these fish have taken the bait, it’s time for me to reel them in.” “And what about Miss Williams? How do you plan to deal with her?” “She’s just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her.” Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud. I was finally going to strike it rich. Recently, Ethan has been sneaking out behind my back a lot. Every time before he goes out, he always cooks a delicious meal for me, sweet-talking me with pet names. After I fall asleep at night, he quietly puts on his clothes and sneaks out. What he doesn’t know is that I’m not actually asleep at all. Because day and night, I’ve been waiting for him to betray me. Tonight, after thoroughly wearing me out, he put on his clothes and left. This is the tenth time this month. Even the most patient person would start to feel restless. Taking advantage of Ethan’s absence, I threw on some clothes and secretly followed him out. I hid in the stairwell, pressing my ear against the door. Ethan’s voice came from the other side: “Those old fogies at the company seem to be getting impatient. It’s time for me to reel them in.” Another man responded respectfully: “Then young master, how do you plan to deal with Miss Williams?” Hearing this question, my heart tensed up a bit. 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 said in a low voice: “She’s just a gold digger. A check will be enough to get rid of her.” The man seemed surprised by Ethan’s answer and quickly added: “Miss Williams has taken care of you for so long. Isn’t it a bit cold-hearted to just give her a check?” Ethan seemed annoyed: “What else then? Should I bring her back as your young mistress? Her? A third-rate student from a third-rate school who got a third-rate job at a third-rate company? Is she worthy of entering the doors of the Blackwood family?” The man asked again: “Then how much should we write the check for?” Ethan just threw out four words: “Whatever she wants.” Hearing this, I tiptoed back to the room. I could barely contain my excitement as I kicked the air a few times. “Whatever she wants” This was truly the sweetest thing I’d 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. To be honest, we did spend a very happy time together. And because we were so happy, I thought love was everything back then. Ethan pretended to have amnesia due to a car accident from company infighting, using this chance to hide in the shadows and completely overhaul the Blackwood Group. The day the Blackwood family sent people to pick Ethan up, over a dozen Rolls-Royces drove into my soon-to-be-demolished neighborhood. Such a grand spectacle drew all the neighbors to gather outside my door to watch. I saw Ethan change into a tailored suit and put on a Rolex watch. He lowered his head and signed a $5 million check for me, saying it was to thank me for taking care of him all this time. Back then, I was so focused on Ethan that love was more important than anything else. I refused that check, only wanting to be with Ethan forever. I still remember the look in Ethan’s eyes. It was like looking at a stray dog on the street. Contempt, confusion, ridicule. Later, Ethan broke up with me unilaterally. I couldn’t accept it and went to the media to expose the details of our relationship during the time Ethan pretended to have amnesia. This gave Ethan a reputation for being cold and unfaithful. As the controversy grew, it caused new turmoil in the Blackwood Group that had just settled down from internal strife. In the end, under my pressure, Ethan proposed to me in public and married me into the family. On the second day of our marriage, I saw the headline news of Ethan entering a hotel with a famous model the night before. In the days that followed, Ethan tortured me daily, saying outright that seeing me made him sick. He even acquired the media company I had leaked the story to and revealed to the public that I was the original whistleblower. In an instant, I went from being seen as a kind-hearted wife who stood by her husband through hardship to a scheming social climber. Ethan’s cold violence and the online abuse finally drove me to depression. In the end, I committed suicide at home.
When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the same hospital where I first met Ethan, having fainted from low blood sugar. Seeing Ethan sweetly calling me “sis” this and “sis” that, I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head. This life, I’m going to get back that $5 million that’s rightfully mine! Others who are reborn seek revenge, but not me. I just want the money. Sure enough, in this life Ethan did the same as before, claiming to have amnesia and falling 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 in this life proceeded smoothly along the same path as before. We naturally got together, and 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 noodles. 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 of many years said I was a fair-weather friend who’d throw 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 and care. Under my daily affection, my relationship with Ethan gradually heated up. Unlike my past life, Ethan also started learning to cook, learning to take care of me, and often bringing 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, getting promoted three times. But I didn’t care about this small change. I wanted that $5 million. My phone suddenly lit up with a WeChat message from my best friend, Rachel. This was the 101st time she demanded I break up with Ethan. “Sophie! You have to break up with 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 and visa 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 third-rate graduate from a third-rate university, working a third-rate job at a third-rate 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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