According to the transmigrator, I am the vicious male supporting character who pesters the male lead endlessly. The male lead is my childhood friend, the favored son of heaven. After failing to conquer the male lead, the transmigrator exposed my secret crush in front of him. Facing the male lead’s careful questioning, I did not deny it. After my confession failed, I retracted all special treatment. No more indulging his closeness, no more accepting excessive physical contact, no more watching him. Upon learning I made a new best friend, the male lead exploded with separation anxiety and severe codependency. His condition was so serious that even my new friend couldn’t help but say: “You’re driving him crazy.” I didn’t think I was that important, until he truly lost his mind in front of me. 1 The day I learned my life was just a supporting role, I accepted the fact calmly. After all, if you were attacked by a mutant as a child, lost your spiritual power, were abandoned by your family early on, and failed to awaken as a Sentinel or Guide upon reaching adulthood while everyone around you excelled, it’s hard to believe you are the protagonist of the world. The match in the arena continued. sitting in the stands, my attention couldn’t help but be drawn to the golden bullet comments scrolling endlessly above the head of a strange Guide in front of me. From their fragments, I pieced together a truth. This world is a power fantasy novel. The protagonist is my childhood friend, Caleb. He is a very compelling “villainous protagonist,” starting with max-level stats: 3S-level spiritual power, direct imperial lineage, top-tier looks and wealth, and the support of heirs from various powerful families. Unlike other male leads who grow through setbacks or hide their strength, Caleb never hides his power. He kills without a word, slashing his way from beginning to end. However, at the end of the story, after killing the strongest mutant, when everyone thought he would ascend the throne surrounded by the masses, he suddenly turned dark and destroyed the world. To save the world, the System bound the strange Guide in front of me, who had transmigrated into the book, tasking him with conquering Caleb and preventing his corruption. Perhaps I stared at him for too long. The strange Guide turned his head. He froze for a moment, then looked at me with disgust and contempt. The comments above his head instantly flashed a wave of malicious remarks about me. The most repeated words were [Cannon Fodder], [Shameless], [Bitch], [Still Alive]… In the mouths of these comments, I am the vicious cannon fodder who knows Caleb doesn’t like me but relies on our childhood friendship to pester him. Caleb, out of consideration for old times, is unwilling to speak harshly to me, but actually hates me very much. The bell signaling the end of the match rang. I was still dazed by the words in the comments. People around me stood up excitedly, cheering and surging towards the arena in the center. I was a moment late getting up to follow the crowd. I had just taken a few steps towards the arena when a figure quickly pushed through the crowd, rushed from the ring, and hugged me. A scorching aura wrapped me from head to toe. The hard chest armor pressed painfully against my cheek. I could almost hear the blood boiling in his veins. Caleb lifted me up by the waist, lowered his head to rub intentionally against my neck, then loosened his grip, revealing a flamboyant and slightly silly smile: “I won!” This was an overly intimate gesture, but the people around were used to it. “Mmh.” I patted his head, praising him skillfully: “Very impressive.” “Caleb!” A crisp voice suddenly interjected. I patted Caleb’s arm. After he reluctantly let go, I turned to look in the direction of the voice. The strange Guide from before squeezed out of the crowd, looked up at Caleb, blinked, and asked crisply: “Who is he?” Caleb put his arm around my shoulder, as if just remembering, and introduced to me: “This is the new S-class Guide joining our squad, Lucas.” Then he turned to Lucas and said: “This is my best, best friend, Julian.” He emphasized the word “best” and said it twice, his tone certain and proud. I extended my hand to Lucas: “Hello.” “Hello, hello.” Lucas shook my hand, asking curiously, “Are you a Sentinel or a Guide?” I smiled and replied calmly: “I am an ordinary person.” “Ah.” Lucas seemed shocked, saying innocently yet flusteredly, “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t expect Caleb’s friend to be a… person without spiritual power.” He was apologizing, but his expression when looking at me seemed to say “a useless person without spiritual power.” He was sure only I could see his expression from this angle, but a terrifying spiritual pressure descended on the entire venue the second his words came out. A spiritual entity in the form of a Qiongqi (a mythical winged tiger), shrunk to the size of a palm, jumped onto my shoulder, panic-stricken, trying to cover my ears. Caleb indeed hadn’t seen his expression, but mentioning my spiritual power was Caleb’s taboo. I patted the back of Caleb’s hand. Caleb looked at me and withdrew the spiritual pressure that was on the verge of losing control. Only then did Lucas retreat a step, face pale. He looked up at me in fear, tears welling in his eyes: “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? I, I didn’t mean to… will you forgive me?” The comments above his head started spamming again: [Ahhh, how can Caleb treat our Lu-bao like this!] [Life sentence without wife! I sentence him to life without a wife!] [So angry. Wait until the conquest succeeds, see how he begs for forgiveness in the crematorium!] [Is the vicious male supporting character cheap or what? Is it worth holding onto this little thing? Knowing an ordinary person like him isn’t worthy, why doesn’t he leave? Does he have to insert himself between our couple?] I lowered my eyes. The “it’s okay” I wanted to say was stuck in my throat. Caleb noticed the subtle change in my emotions immediately. The shrunken Qiongqi on my shoulder jumped anxiously. He also reached out to grab my hand. I avoided his movement, took the Qiongqi from my shoulder into my palm, squeezed it gently, then turned to Lucas and smiled: “It’s okay, you didn’t say anything wrong.” 2 [Big news! Will the new S-class Guide stay in Caleb’s squad?] [What happened? Yesterday we were discussing if the new Guide could conquer Caleb, how come today it’s a question if he can even stay?] [He mentioned Julian’s spiritual power.] [And he mentioned it in front of Julian and Caleb.] [That’s it then.] [No way—I just bought stocks in the new Guide. Heard his compatibility with Caleb is 90%.] [Does no one think Julian is excessive? The new Guide didn’t know he lacked spiritual power. What’s wrong with asking? And he apologized. Is it necessary to be so dramatic?] [??? You dare say it, I dare not listen.] [Those who mocked Julian to his face for losing spiritual power have been mining coal in District 10 for two years.] [Before Caleb reaches the battlefield, Julian’s research fans will blow up your account.] [Can participants in account bombing get priority to buy Julian’s new weapons? If so, count me in.] [+1, our squad has been queuing for three months.] [Should we go kneel in front of Julian and beg him to research how to expand production?] [Can I kneel too?] [Yes.] [If not, take all our savings.] [Can I give too?] [Yes.] Lucas angrily exited the Star Net forum. Walking in the mall with two other Sentinels from Caleb’s squad, he sighed after closing his terminal, looking very worried: “Sigh, is Julian unwilling to forgive me?” “No, don’t overthink it. Julian is a very nice person.” The Sentinel didn’t hear the undertone of Lucas silently applying eye drops (sowing discord) and comforted him, “Yesterday, Caleb wanted to submit your application to leave the team, and it was Julian who stopped him.” Lucas choked. He took a deep breath and continued: “Isn’t there a joint exercise in three days? I want to buy him a gift to apologize. Can you tell me what he likes or hates?” “Julian? He doesn’t seem to have any special preferences.” Another Sentinel scratched his head in confusion, “If you ask us, you might as well ask Caleb. He understands Julian better.” The first Sentinel nodded. Seeing Lucas reaching for a leaf-shaped necklace, he seemed to remember something and said: “But you’d better not give him a necklace.” Seeing Lucas look over in confusion, he explained: “Julian has a necklace he really likes. Since we’ve known him, we’ve never seen him change it. If you give a necklace, he probably won’t wear it.” Lucas’s hand paused, shifting from the necklace to a brooch, but his eyes flickered imperceptibly. The joint exercise took place in the Northern Pollution Zone. When Lucas found me, I was sitting on a large gray rock not far from the temporary camp, verifying the optimization model of a weapon based on the data just recorded. Caleb sat beside me, playing with my left hand out of boredom. He stepped on the accumulated snow. Before he got close, Caleb raised his eyes alertly, his gaze sharp and cold. Lucas froze instantly, as if doused with ice water from head to toe. Comments scrolled before his eyes. [Damn it, when will the male lead know the true face of the vicious male supporting character?] [Lu-bao don’t be afraid. Today you are ignored, tomorrow you are out of his league.] [So angry. Vicious male supporting character relies on the male lead not knowing his feelings to be so close. When the male lead remembers later, he’ll be disgusted.] [Ahhh torture me to death. Clearly Lu-bao is here to save the world and him, the male lead knows nothing and glares at our Lu-bao.] [Just wait. The male lead is guaranteed to regret it later.] I put down the pen, withdrew my hand held by Caleb, looked up at Lucas standing in the snow daring not to speak for a while, and smiled gently: “Do you have something to say to me?” Lucas walked a bit closer, took out a beautifully wrapped gift box, looked up pitifully: “I’m here to apologize for last time. Can you accept my apology?” I stood up. Caleb walked in front of me with me. Lucas was saying sorry to me, but his eyes were constantly on Caleb. I sighed, signaled Caleb to leave first with my eyes. After Caleb walked away reluctantly, I looked at him again, tone flat: “I’m not angry.” “Really? Then can you accept my gift?” Lucas opened the gift box happily, revealing a blue gem brooch inside. Before I could react, he picked up the brooch and pinned it on my collar. I was stunned for a moment by his sudden offensive action. In that instant, Lucas’s finger hooked the cord of the necklace around my neck. Don’t know what he did, but the necklace with the pendant broke in the middle and fell to the ground with a bang. “Ah.” Lucas cried out in panic, hurriedly reaching to pick it up. The pendant that looked like jade didn’t break. Lucas gritted his teeth, pretended to lose his balance, and threw the necklace in his hand out again. I looked at him coldly. After he accidentally threw the necklace out for the third time, I called his name softly: “Lucas.” The next moment, a cold gun muzzle was aimed at his head. I smiled, still gentle: “You’d better not make me angry.” Lucas’s body stiffened after seeing what I was holding. Physiological fear made his face pale instantly. He looked at me almost in terror. I said: “Pick it up. The pendant casing is made of special alloy; it won’t break.” Lucas picked up the necklace tremblingly and held it in front of me. I took the necklace and sighed again: “I sent the books, celebrities, and battles Caleb likes to your terminal. If you want to pursue Caleb, you can take a look at these.” “If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me. But you’d better have your own ideas.” Lucas was completely stunned. “Why?” He looked at me stiffly, almost losing his voice. “No need to treat me as an enemy.” The coldness in my brows dissipated, revealing my usual gentleness, “Of course I hope he can be happy.” [???] [???????] [????????????] The comments above Lucas’s head were almost screened by question marks. [He’s actually kinda nice?] [Done for, I’m about to fall in love with him.] [Thinking carefully, the vicious male supporting character doesn’t seem to have done anything bad, always quite gentle.] 3 Meanwhile on the Star Net forum, a post was rapidly building high. [Shocking, I’m at the joint exercise site, guess what I just saw] [Image] [Image] [Image] [WTF, why is Julian pointing a gun at Lucas? What did Lucas do to him?] [Haven’t seen Julian’s cold face for a long time, so nostalgic.] [I’ll call him Master first out of respect.] [So what is the reason? Where is the OP? Don’t tease and run.] [Seems like Lucas broke Julian’s necklace.] [Video] [Video] [Is it that necklace Julian never takes off? Then he’s done for.] [Speaking of which, why does Julian care so much about this necklace? Is it a relic or something?] [Or the first gift Caleb gave him?] [No, I remember Caleb asked who gave him this necklace. Julian didn’t tell him after being asked for a long time.] [Ahhh I really want to know. Scratching my heart and liver anxiously.] [Star Net’s tenth unsolved mystery: Why does Julian treasure his necklace so much?] … I reconnected the necklace and put it back on, walking back to the camp with Lucas. Around the bonfire, small tents were set up in the snow. I led Lucas to the tent shared by me and Caleb, and started packing my things. Caleb, who just returned from a surprise inspection, saw the scene of me and Lucas moving things out. He froze for a moment, unable to react. I had already skillfully blocked his mouth before he could speak. “I need to think quietly about the research plan tonight. Lucas happens to be alone. I discussed with him to swap tents tonight.” Caleb stared at me with a long face for a while, then muffled an “Oh.” I wasn’t completely lying to him about studying the plan tonight. Under the dim light, the tip of my pen crossed one formula after another, but the terminal on my wrist suddenly vibrated. I stopped writing and clicked open the message from Lucas. [What was the key to victory in the Battle of Xuanyan?] I entered the answer and forwarded a summary of the Battle of Xuanyan. Not long after, Lucas’s message popped up again: [Does Caleb like General Mo? Should I praise him or scold him?] I typed silently. [He asked me which commander in history I think is the strongest. What should I say?] I was speechless for a while, replying: [You can have your own ideas.] Quietly created a few more opportunities for them to be alone. Two months later, Lucas felt the time was ripe. [Really confess now?] The comments raised a question. “Of course.” Lucas said confidently, “I confess to him first. In the future, when he thinks of me, he will think of the fact that I like him, and slowly he will fall.” “Besides, last time on the mission, Caleb came to save me immediately. Maybe he already likes me unconsciously.” [I’m still a bit worried. Maybe tell Julian first?] Impatience appeared between Lucas’s brows. He pursed his lips and said: “Caleb won’t like Julian anyway. What use is his opinion. I am the chosen one. Whose side are you on anyway!” The comments shut up. So in the evening, Lucas stopped Caleb coming out of the training room. “I like you.” Under the setting sun, the handsome boy looked up to confess. It should have been a dreamy and beautiful scene, but it was shattered by the ruthless words of the person opposite. “I will submit your transfer application tomorrow.” “Why?” Lucas panicked instantly, “No, you can’t do this. Our compatibility is 90%. I am the most suitable person to be by your side. You can’t do this, the higher-ups won’t agree…” “Of course I can. Do you want to test my power?” Caleb said expressionlessly, “Leave. I won’t keep people with impure thoughts around me.” Lucas broke down. He hissed: “If you can’t accept me continuing to stay by your side, what about Julian?! He likes you too. Can you tolerate him?” Full screen of question marks scrolled through the comments: [????] [??????????] [Can’t do it. This time I really can’t stand with you. Julian helped you so much, and in the end you backstab him like this.] [Some people being disliked has a reason.] [Ahhh previously I whitewashed those behaviors with saving the world or destined soulmates. This time I really can’t whitewash.] [Don’t! If Caleb alienates Julian because of this, I’ll feel it’s my fault.] [Done for, done for. Julian is coming this way.] “What did you say?” Caleb’s expression finally changed. He frowned at Lucas. Lucas simply smashed the pot (went for broke): “I said Julian likes you. Not the friend kind of like. Are you going to drive him away too?” Don’t know which word poked Caleb’s lung tube (hit a nerve), Caleb’s anger was instantly ignited: “What nonsense are you talking about!” The tall Qiongqi spiritual entity rushed out, pouncing on Lucas without any buffer. Sharp claws and teeth were about to attack his neck. Lucas fell to the ground in embarrassment. Fear bubbled up uncontrollably. Golden comments flew past his eyes. He grabbed the most frequent word on them: “Julian!” A familiar profile appeared in his peripheral vision. Lucas shouted in panic: “Julian, save me!” 4 “Are you still angry?” Under the dim evening light, Caleb hung his head, following behind me ready to be scolded. His spiritual entity’s tail and ears drooped, trailing listlessly beside him. My pace was neither fast nor slow, tone without fluctuation: “Why should I be angry?” “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” Caleb tugged at the corner of my shirt, saying indignantly and somewhat unconvinced, “He talked nonsense first.” I stopped, finally turning my head to look at him: “What did he say?” Caleb’s expression stiffened. He hemmed and hawed, pulling east and west for a long time, telling the whole story of Lucas coming to confess to him, before carefully saying lightly in a joking tone: “So funny, he actually said you like me. I wouldn’t…” “It’s true,” I said. Caleb froze. He stared at me blankly. I nodded and affirmed again: “It’s true.” “W-What do you mean?” Caleb stammered, voice getting smaller. I looked at him, saying calmly: “It means exactly what you think. I like you.” “Huh? You… uh, I…” Caleb’s eyes went straight, as if experiencing a worldview reconstruction. The whole person seemed silly. He stumbled, “I, I never thought… we… but…” “I know.” I pulled back the sleeve corner he was holding, saying softly, “I accept your rejection.” “Wait!” Caleb subconsciously grabbed my wrist. “Don’t go yet.” All past persistence was thrown to the back of his mind. Inexplicable panic made him eager to get an answer from me, “We are still friends, right! Right?!” “…” I looked at him quietly for a while, said: “Mmh.” Caleb’s intuition was not wrong. If he didn’t ask me to stay, I would completely withdraw from his life. Of course, didn’t mean that because he asked me to stay, I wouldn’t leave. When Caleb rushed down from the arena victorious to hug me again, I didn’t refuse. But after a few seconds, when this hug was about to exceed the meaning of a friend’s congratulation, I pushed him away. Caleb stared blankly at his empty arms, only coming back to his senses when a teammate patted his arm. Then he looked up and saw me talking and laughing with another teammate of his as if nothing had happened. Caleb couldn’t say what was wrong, but an overflowing sourness blocked his chest dully. Hands reaching out to pull people were cleverly avoided, heads leaning over were pushed away, smiling eyes no longer stayed on him. Caleb lowered his eyes, expression heavy. Half a month later, Star Net Forum: [What’s wrong with Caleb lately? All the Sentinels in the training ground aren’t enough for him to beat up.] [Just like this after not sniffing Julian for two days.] [Is he watching Julian too closely recently? Only two days. Wasn’t like this before.] [Clingy index went up? Used to take a week of not seeing him to start getting anxious.] [Don’t know. They are weird lately. Quarreled?] [Last time participating in a 3-day 2-night mission, Julian didn’t sleep with Caleb at night.] [I was there too. Wasn’t that because another researcher was there, and Julian wanted to discuss ideas with him?] [Anyway Caleb’s face stunk to death the whole time after.] [Feel something is wrong but can’t say what.] [I have even more explosive news, do you want to hear?] [What what?] [Ears perked.] [Isn’t Julian going to the Southern Pollution Zone frontline battlefield in two days? This time the escort squad he designated is not Caleb’s team, but Arthur’s.] [!!!!!!!!!] [No way—how are my two wives together?]

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My childhood sweetheart kept getting set up on blind dates when he came home for the holidays. My mom glanced at me and sighed with regret: “It’s just that you aren’t excellent enough to climb that high.” “I really wanted him to be our son-in-law.” I cracked sunflower seeds and replied smoothly: “Yeah, I’m a toad lusting after swan meat.” But my mom was dreaming. I had been in a secret relationship with him for three years. The day I threatened him with a breakup to force him to go public. He smiled and agreed effortlessly: “I do have better options than you.” “But can you find someone better than me?” 1 Hearing my self-deprecating answer. My mom glared at me fiercely. Her eyes were full of “wishing iron could turn into steel.” Just as she was about to nag me, Auntie Linda called to invite us to dinner. My mom insisted on dragging me along. So I inevitably ran into Caleb Sterling. At the dinner table, Caleb sat next to me. He quietly pushed the Kung Pao Chicken I liked in front of me. But my chopsticks bypassed the Kung Pao Chicken. And picked up a piece of string bean, which I hated. He raised an eyebrow slightly and silently twitched the corner of his mouth. On the side, my mom and Auntie Linda seized the opportunity to chat enthusiastically. This afternoon, Auntie Linda brought a friend and her niece over for a visit. It was called a visit, but it was really taking advantage of Caleb’s time at home. Bringing her niece over for a blind date. Caleb had only been back for half a month for the holidays. His doorstep was almost worn flat by various relatives and neighbors. In previous years, Caleb hated dealing with these things the most. He would always find an excuse to dodge them. But this year, he rarely cooperated. 2 My mom started probing about the blind date girl’s conditions. Auntie Linda counted on her fingers: “Master’s degree from UCLA, working as a lawyer in San Francisco, parents are both university professors.” My mom took Auntie Linda’s phone to examine the photo. “This girl is quite pretty! Good education, good job, good family background, what’s there to pick?” Auntie Linda covered her mouth and laughed: “Every girl introduced to him has good conditions; I’m dazzled.” My mom pushed her jealously: “You’re so lucky! Caleb is so excellent, naturally, the ones introduced to him won’t be bad!” My mom turned to gossip and asked Caleb: “Caleb, what do you think of the girl today?” I lowered my head and focused on shoveling rice into my mouth. Silent throughout. “Sienna.” Caleb suddenly called me. I looked up at him. He asked me with a half-smile: “What do you think?” 3 Hearing this, Auntie Linda quickly handed the phone to me. “Right right right, Sienna, you know Caleb best, help him advise.” I took the phone stiffly. In the photo, the girl had long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a graduation gown from a prestigious foreign university. Holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling brilliantly at the camera. The confidence and elegance soaked in that privileged life. Are things I can hardly reach in this lifetime. I looked up and met Caleb’s playful gaze. The scene of the breakup that day floated in my mind again. At that time, he rubbed his brows, faintly impatient: “Is going public really that important?” “Is dating for show?” I also couldn’t control my emotions anymore: “I am your girlfriend, not your mistress!” “Can you stop being unreasonable? Besides you, have I had anyone else?” Together for three years, he wouldn’t use matching avatars with me. Introductions to outsiders only placed me as a neighbor. I used to think he was considerate of the familiarity between the two families and wanted to wait until the relationship stabilized. But year after year, I could no longer deceive myself. He never intended for me to be seen in the light from the start. Arguing to the extreme, I was exhausted. The word “breakup” just blurted out. He froze, then smiled carelessly: “Fine, let’s break up.” The next instant, his sharp and blunt words drilled into my ears without concealment: “I do have better options than you.” “But can you find someone better than me?” At that time, I was stunned, crying and talking tough to him: “Fine, go find one! Go find someone better than me!” Emotions were high then; there were things I didn’t want to face. Now that I’ve recovered, I have to admit. He wasn’t wrong. He, a top scorer in the college entrance exam, a PhD from MIT. Starting salary over a million upon graduation. While I, from a generic state college, am a tenured teacher. My annual salary doesn’t even exceed his monthly salary. We were worlds apart to begin with. I couldn’t even reach the threshold to be his blind date. Looking at him, my heart was surprisingly calm like never before. I even forced myself to squeeze out a smile: “Pretty good, a good match for you.” “It’s time for you to date.” His eyes slowly turned cold. “Okay, I’ll add her on WeChat later.” 4 After the meal, I went to the restroom. When I came out and passed the hallway. I found Caleb leaning against his door, waiting for me leisurely. “Come in and chat.” I ignored him, not stopping my steps outward. But my hand was suddenly grabbed by him, and in a flash, I was pulled into his bedroom. As soon as the door closed, I was caught off guard and pinned against the door by him. He lowered his head and pursed my earlobe, causing a shiver. Three years together, he knew every inch of me. When flirting, he could easily make me surrender. He held a smile, voice slightly husky: “Really let me add her WeChat? Can you bear it?” I raised my hand to push his chest: “Add if you want, what does it have to do with me, a neighbor?” He smiled without speaking, easily catching my wrist. Undeniably holding the phone in front of my eyes, forcing me to see the screen clearly. On it was the friend request from that girl just now. He pinched my index finger and placed it on the phone screen, probing condescendingly: “Reject or approve, the choice is yours.” This was the olive branch he handed me. He was waiting for me to take the initiative to signal a request for reconciliation. Just like countless tantrums before. His patience was always meager. After coaxing once or twice, if I still refused to step down. He wouldn’t coax anymore. Caleb was always so at ease. In this relationship, he always sat firmly on the high platform. I frowned, finger touching the cold screen. Didn’t think for a moment. I directly pressed the “Approve” button. Caleb’s face turned black in an instant. 5 Caleb and I were schoolmates from elementary to high school. In junior high, I developed feelings for him. I buried them in my heart, afraid to be known. I watched him become more handsome day by day. Watched his report card become more and more beautiful. Watched the endless stream of girls who liked him. Inferiority became a compulsory course in my adolescence. But for ten years, he waited downstairs at my house every day to go to school together. I deliberately procrastinated and sat on the back seat of his bike late. Taking the exclusive breakfast he brought me. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, letting him carry me forward against the wind. The teenager occasionally looked back halfway to scare me: “Next time you’re this slow, I won’t wait for you.” But next time he would still wait for me. He didn’t know I dawdled. Just because I wanted to sit on his bike. I knew he wouldn’t carry me forever. My teenager was in his prime. Someday, there would be another girl on the back seat of his bike. At that time, I didn’t dare hope he would like me. But later, we stumbled into a relationship by mistake. 6 The summer of his second year of grad school. We were watching a movie in his living room. Clearly a suspense film. But suddenly a passionate kissing scene appeared. I awkwardly turned it off with the remote. He turned his eyes to look at me, deliberately teasing: “Your mom doesn’t let you watch R-rated stuff?” I dodged his frank eyes: “Can watch… but watching with you…” He raised an eyebrow: “Then who do you want to watch with?” “With my future boyfriend…” He paused for two seconds, suddenly leaned over. A warmth covered my lips. All words were sealed by his sudden kiss. I opened my eyes, ignorantly kissed by him for a while. He pulled away, cleared his throat, and turned the movie back on. “In the future, you can only watch with me.” I still remember that sentence. That was the beginning for him and me. Since then, we entangled for three years. Sweetness and pain intertwined. But the pain had long exceeded the sweetness. I once thought that having obtained it, there would be no regrets. But trying my best to embrace, I only embraced a chest full of loneliness. Did I ever truly possess it?

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Ever since I was little, all I wanted to do was lay flat. If the sky was falling, as long as it didn’t crush my bed, I’d keep sleeping. After being identified as the lost heiress and brought back to a wealthy family, the fake heiress fought tooth and nail to marry the newly risen prince of the Sterling business empire. She dumped her original fiancé, the disabled young master, onto me. My biological parents forced me to agree. I rolled over in bed: “Sure.” Disabled is great. No need to have kids, and he’ll probably die early. After marriage, I fed him to finish the job quickly so I could sleep. I helped him with rehab so he could use the toilet by himself. I even took a knife for him—only because I was too sleepy in the middle of the night to dodge. Later, the down-and-out disabled young master regained his inheritance rights and became the fearsome “Living Hades” of the business world. The fake heiress brought my parents to force me into a divorce, demanding I return her husband. I nodded: “Sure.” The man in the wheelchair stood up with a whoosh. “Not sure, you idiot, absolutely not!” 1 I’ve wanted to lay flat since I was a kid. When I was in the orphanage, on open days, I would kick the dog out and sleep in the doghouse. After the event, the Director Mom couldn’t find me and thought a trafficker had sneaked in, spinning in anxious circles. Big Yellow the dog was also spinning anxiously at her feet. Drooping his big ears, he howled “awooo awooo.” Director Mom had no time for him. She didn’t even realize he was tattling. Big Yellow howled even more sadly. When a dog howls, kids who like to imitate start howling too. Competitive kids heard it, refused to lose, and started screaming high notes nearby. Show-off kids saw it, thought it was fun, and joined in the high-note screaming. From one dog and one kid, it multiplied like bacteria to one dog and a horde of kids. The rising and falling wails signaled the severity of the situation, alarming the nearby residents. So that day, fire trucks came “wee-woo-wee-woo,” ambulances came “wee-woo-wee-woo.” Police cars also came “wee-woo-wee-woo.” A kind neighbor drove a water sprinkler truck over, playing “It’s a Small World” as it arrived. I really couldn’t sleep through the noise. I crawled out of the doghouse. Director Mom was still anxiously describing my appearance to the police and reporters. I randomly picked a kid who was howling with the dog and interrupted his casting: “Hey little black egg, whatcha doing?” “Awooo~ don’t disturb me, I’m busy.” I let go of his collar and nodded: “Wishtoday (okay), sure.” Big Yellow saw me come out halfway through his howl, whimpered, and ran back to his kennel. Once the dog stopped, the kids stopped too. Director Mom finally noticed me: “You little idiot! Where did you run off to!” At the end of that day, Director Mom took me to stand at the orphanage gate, apologizing non-stop. People comforted her, saying a false alarm is the best news, and their trip was worth it. But the reporters didn’t want to come for nothing. The next day, reports about the orphanage were flying everywhere. The Summers family found me at that time. Director Mom held the paternity test, touching my head with relief. “Girl, you’re going to the big city. You have to speak proper English in the future, can’t speak this dialect anymore, understand?” I played with the carrot pen she gave me, nodding half-understandingly: “Understood.” “And you can’t keep crying for spicy soup every day. That’s not what a rich young lady should drink, understand?” I nodded reluctantly: “Understood!” “When you get home, get along with your sister. Yield to her in everything. After all, you are real, she is fake, don’t fight with her, understand?” “If I give everything to her, will she bother my sleep?” Director Mom was helpless: “Yes. You won’t have to sleep in a communal bed anymore; you’ll get a big bed.” The car to pick me up had arrived outside. Director Mom’s eyes were red looking at me: “Remember to come back and visit when you have time.” My heart felt sour too: “Sure.” Director Mom’s red eyes instantly whitened back. “Speak proper English, don’t learn from those street kids!” “Sure!” “Say understood!” “Sure! Understood!” 2 Returning to the Summers family from the orphanage. Besides cars, we had to take a plane. It was my first time flying; I was dizzy and vomiting the whole way. My parents who came to pick me up frowned looking at me. Instead, the fake heiress Chloe Summers stepped forward and hugged me. She smiled sweetly and appropriately. But when she leaned close to my ear, I only heard her whisper: “Hillbilly, let’s make a bet. Even if you are biological, you won’t get a shred of love from them.” Whoa, little brat, I thought you were a good person. I yawned, looking past Chloe at my parents not far away. Honestly, no waves in my heart. Rather than craving love from two strangers, I’d prefer to find a soft big bed and sleep well. Chloe thought I was scared and pushed her luck. My parents spoiled her and granted her every wish. So the big room prepared for me became her new piano room. Mom told me with difficulty: “Chloe only practices piano better in a big room.” I nodded, expressing understanding: “Sure.” Mom rubbed my head heartache: “Such a sensible good child.” The admission procedures prepared for me were also halted. “Our private elementary school classes are taught in French.” “Sister can’t even speak English well, don’t hurt her little self-esteem.” Dad specially called me to the study. “Chloe has always received elite education. If you can catch up, the family is willing to spend any amount, but Dad doesn’t want to give you too much pressure.” I nodded, indicating I’d follow family arrangements: “Sure.” Dad’s approving gaze fell on me: “You must take your sister as a role model.” So I went through ordinary schools all the way, and after graduating from a regular university, I stayed for residency at a local hospital. While Chloe went through elite schools, admitted to a prestigious foreign university with the full support of family resources. After returning, she parachuted directly into the management of the family business. After graduation, my parents also started considering marriage. This was the first time Chloe disobeyed my parents, insisting on marrying the second young master of the Sterling family, Ryan Sterling. The Summers and Sterling families originally had a marriage contract, but the object was the eldest young master Leo Sterling. “Leo is crippled from car racing, can’t stand or reproduce. Mom, Dad, you can’t push your daughter into a fire pit!” Mom was uncomfortable too: “Yes, honey, we can’t let our daughter take care of that cripple for a lifetime.” Dad wouldn’t let go: “Ryan is an illegitimate child after all, his reputation isn’t glorious.” Chloe immediately retorted: “So what if he’s illegitimate? The law gives him inheritance rights too.” “Dad, Leo is ruined. Who do you think the Sterling family will belong to in the end?” Mom and Dad were obviously moved: “What about the marriage contract?” “What’s hard to explain? Isn’t there still Mia?” 3 When my parents found me with Leo’s information. I was still sleeping. My mom yanked my quilt off. “If Leo hadn’t had an accident, this good thing wouldn’t fall on you.” My dad also looked like it was matter-of-course. “When you sisters both marry over, keep an eye on him. Don’t dream of inheritance rights since he’s already crippled.” “This is for your sister; you must help Chloe!” I lifted my eye mask, squinting at Leo’s photo. This guy, kinda handsome. “Sure.” Marrying anyone is marrying. Disabled is great; no need to have kids, and he dies early. On the wedding day, Chloe livestreamed the whole process. She always liked showing off her “rich, white, beautiful” persona online. This livestream instantly blew up the trending searches, with viewers consistently over 100,000. Chloe waved her hand, drawing a latest iPhone every ten minutes. Seeing such a big scene in the livestream room. My parents followed closely; her dowry was displayed piece by piece. A villa worth tens of millions, cars worth millions, boxes of cash. My parents said: “We are climbing up to the Sterling family, naturally can’t skimp on the dowry, letting Chloe be looked down upon.” Chloe affectionately held my parents’ arms. In front of the camera, she was gentle and generous. Off-camera, she lowered her voice: “Mom and Dad are the best to me. But sister is married off…” Halfway through, my parents understood. “Willing to marry a cripple, giving it to her is a waste.” I had no dowry, and Leo sent no betrothal gifts. Just sent a car at night to pick me up. The person picking me up was the butler. “Miss Summers, the Young Master is indisposed and cannot come personally.” “Understood, understood.” I get sleepy in cars, waking up groggy occasionally, surrounded by dark tree shadows. Heard Leo moved to the Sterling old mansion after the accident, a century-old villa in the suburbs. Dilapidated walls, withered gardens, all indicating the owner’s plight. When getting off, a tall and thin figure was waiting at the door. High nose, shimmering eyes, features ridiculously beautiful. Even sitting in a wheelchair, you could see he was tall with long legs and good proportions. Subconsciously, my dialect popped out again. “Handsomer than the photo, hit the jackpot…” Leo didn’t hear clearly, frowning slightly. “Sorry, Miss Summers, what did you say?” I switched to standard English in a second: “Cough cough, nothing hubby, where is our bedroom? I’ll go put my luggage.” Leo was nailed to the spot by my words, the wheelchair under him only moving after a while. “Give the luggage to Uncle Xu, let’s eat first.” 4 The meal was simple. A few side dishes with plain porridge. I was really hungry; a bowl of rice bottomed out quickly. Pity it wasn’t freshly steamed buns, or I could eat half a pot plain. Leo didn’t move his chopsticks, watching me quietly. Those beautiful eyes held some kind of inquiry. “Mia, given my situation, I am indeed wronging you.” “The wedding, my body can’t hold up.” “Betrothal gifts, the family situation is complicated, can’t give them to you for now.” “As for married life, I… probably have the will but not the strength…” When he said this, his knuckles turned white. The whole person tried to maintain basic dignity. I was still chewing rice. Couldn’t reply to him immediately. “No rush, I’ll wait for you to finish.” Those few short seconds felt like a century of awkwardness. Finally, I swallowed the last mouthful of rice and quickly said: “It’s okay.” “No wedding, I am indeed a bit disappointed, but it’s okay.” A bit disappointed because I haven’t experienced it. But after watching Chloe’s wedding, I felt it was okay. Especially getting up before dawn to prepare, really better to sleep. “And betrothal gifts, wouldn’t land in my hands anyway, so I don’t feel anything.” “As for, that…” Discussing this with someone met for the first time is a bit too graceful. Even if it’s a legal partner. I steeled my heart: “Actually, having it or not is fine. You have this face, enough to feast the eyes.” After speaking, felt hot from head to toe, stammering added: “I’m tired, want, want to rest.” Leo’s tense expression relaxed, chuckling: “Bedroom is on the second floor.” I didn’t understand the meaning of his smile, thought he didn’t believe me. Anxious, dialect came out again. “For real, ain’t lying to ya!” Leo nodded, picking up his chopsticks. The food on the table was half eaten by me. His right hand seemed injured; relying on his left hand to hold chopsticks and bowl. Leaving him like this to sleep, I really couldn’t bear it. Took his bowl from his hand. Picked food, held spoon to feed him. Food at his mouth. Leo’s eyes became more complex. “You don’t have to do this.” Busy all day, I was really a bit tired. “Eat quickly, hurry up and rest after eating.”

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I’m the CEO of the Moore Group. Recently, I’ve had my eye on a celebrity and was thinking about a hostile takeover of his heart. My assistant broke into a cold sweat: “CEO, you can’t! A year ago, Mr. Walker tried to blacklist him, and his corporation went bankrupt! “Six months ago, Mr. Zola tried to get handsy with him at a party, and ended up with a bleeding head from a wine bottle! “Three months ago, Mr. Lloyd tried to drug this celebrity, and got kicked in the family jewels, ending his bloodline! “And a month ago…” Me: “…” Love is precious, but life is priceless. I’m out of here. But not even half a month later. I was the one imprisoned. In the basement of a villa. That breathtakingly beautiful face that haunted my dreams wore a lazy smile, but his eyes were cold and gloomy: “Mr. Moore, didn’t you want to keep me as your sugar baby? Why the sudden change of heart?” Me: “???” 1 “CEO, you absolutely cannot do this!” Assistant Liam looked at the photo on the desk with a terrified face. The man in the photo possessed an extremely stunning beauty. A blooming rose was held between his red lips, his phoenix eyes staring straight at the camera with a playful provocation. The texture of the black silk shirt was perfectly outlined by the light, the collar loosely open, revealing a section of pale collarbone. Lazy, yet mixed with a hint of danger. So beautiful… I suppressed my pounding heart and asked puzzledly: “Why not? Are there few people keeping celebrities in this circle?” Assistant Liam took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: “CEO, you can like any celebrity in Hollywood, but if you have your eye on Ethan Hayes, you really can’t! This celebrity is cursed!” Me: “?” Wait, I’ve been celibate for twenty-seven years, and finally found someone I like, and you tell me I can’t? “What’s wrong with him?” Assistant Liam: “Everything is wrong!” Me: “…” “CEO, you’ve been busy with work, so there are things you don’t know.” “Ethan is so good-looking, how could no one covet him? When he first debuted, many people had their eyes on him!” “Those people investigated and thought, oh, he has no background, just beauty. Isn’t that a dead end for him to be manipulated?!” “Result!” Assistant Liam counted on his fingers: “A year ago, he rejected Mr. Walker. Mr. Walker tried to blacklist him, and the Walker Corp went belly up! “Six months ago, Mr. Zola tried to get handsy with him at a party, and ended up with a bleeding head from a wine bottle! “Three months ago, Mr. Lloyd tried to drug Ethan, and got kicked in the family jewels, ending his bloodline! “And a month ago…” “Three days ago…” “But in the end, nothing happened to this celebrity!” “He seems to have a mysterious force behind him. Whoever messes with him suffers! But no matter how much those people investigate, they can’t find his specific background!” “Of course, I can’t find it either.” “So CEO, don’t tell me you want all the information on this man in three minutes.” “I can’t do it.” “However, I can compile a report on who offended him, who wanted to keep him, who wanted to force him, and who ended up bankrupt, ruined, half-disabled, or doing time in federal prison for the rest of their lives. Then you can consider carefully.” “Please be careful!” Me: “…” Assistant Liam spent three hours organizing it and sent the package to me. After reading it. Me: “…” I painfully tore my eyes away from Ethan’s photo, reluctantly put the photo in the deepest drawer, then put a few stacks of documents on top, pressing the photo to the very bottom. I am not blindly confident in my strength. There are countless capable people in the Capital. Even if I have built the Moore Group to be no less than other first-tier enterprises, I never felt I was the most powerful one. If there is more than one force behind Ethan… Then better just wash up and sleep. With so many precedents, do I still want to crash my car into the wall to see if my bones are hard? Love is precious, but life is priceless. I’m out of here. 2 I felt like I must be dreaming. Otherwise, how could I dream that I was sleeping on a bed, one wrist cuffed, locked to the bedside by a long iron chain? I pinched my thigh. It hurts TvT. Looks like I’m not dreaming. I tried hard to recall. I had been neglecting sleep and food for a bidding project recently. Finally finished, I planned to give myself two days off to rest. Returned to the underground garage to park the car. Just as I closed the car door. Sudden pain in the back of the neck. Then I lost consciousness. Me: “…” Is this the security of the high-end gated community I live in? Even kidnappers can get in! Wait until I get out and sue the property management! I gradually came back to my senses. No. Do kidnappers tie people up like this? I raised my hand silently, feeling the heavy weight of the handcuff on my wrist, and looked at this space. This seems to be a basement. Dim light, few items, and a gloom and chill seeping into the bones. I just turned my head. Suddenly met eyes with a wall densely packed with “me”! Photos taken secretly were framed and hung neatly all over the wall! Reading documents seriously in the CEO’s office, listening indifferently to people arguing in the shareholders’ meeting, calm and cold in a suit at the bidding meeting, holding a wine glass deep in thought at the banquet… There were even photos of me showering, sleeping, changing clothes, and… taking care of my morning glory! Me: “???” Me: “…” My soul flew away in fright. Holy crap!!! I met a pervert! Leaving aside public photos, how did this pervert get these intimate photos?! At this time, I also discovered. The black suit on me had long been changed into soft white pajamas. Phone, keys, briefcase, etc., disappeared without a trace. Me: “!!!” If he just wanted money, I could still negotiate calmly. If he wanted… I tried my best to calm down. My gaze fell on the handcuffs on my wrist, thinking about how to break free. However, before I could move. Creak. The door opened. I looked up subconsciously. The person revealed his figure. Tall and straight posture, broad shoulders and narrow waist. That face displayed on the giant screens of Times Square, the face that haunted my dreams, was also revealed— Extremely gorgeous, extremely beautiful. For me, this person was as beautiful as an unreachable dream. I looked at him somewhat sluggishly. Is it a dream? However. The man looked straight at me, a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and gloomy: “Mr. Moore, didn’t you want to keep me as your sugar baby? Why the sudden change of heart?” Me: “???” 3 My brain crashed. I stared at him absent-mindedly for a long while before speaking hoarsely: “E… Ethan?” He walked over leisurely, approaching me bit by bit, letting out a very light laugh: “Mr. Moore, finally remembered?” “So, can you answer my question now?” When he leaned over, the warm breath he exhaled, combined with his extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, was like a colorful and gorgeous poisonous snake slowly clinging to the skin, revealing sharp fangs, slimy and cold. Like a terrifying stalker. Goosebumps rose all over my body. Every cell in my body screamed fear and danger. My heart beat extremely fast, crazily hitting my ribs, driving me to escape and get rid of this terrible person quickly. But my body didn’t move at all. I finally recovered from his super high looks and looked at him calmly: “Because I don’t want the Moore Group to go bankrupt.” Ethan: “???” I was sincere and straightforward: “I do have thoughts about you, but as far as I know, everyone who had thoughts about you and put them into action either went bankrupt or became half-disabled, either went to jail or lost their lives.” “I don’t want to drag the Moore Group down with me.” Ethan feigned regret: “Mr. Moore, maybe you are different in my heart? Maybe I am looking forward to your ‘hostile takeover’?” Me: “…” I’m not a mind reader! “Giving up without even trying, this is not in line with your consistent style, Mr. Moore.” Me: “…” Me: “Being rejected is too embarrassing.” I actually thought about being brave once. But my mental state is not very stable. If I was blatantly rejected by Ethan, I would very likely go crazy. But I can’t afford the price of going crazy. So better out of sight, out of mind. I held up the handcuffs in front of him: “Big Star Ethan, so what do you mean?” Ethan took it for granted: “If the mountain won’t come to me, I must go to the mountain.” Me: “So, your so-called going to the mountain is kidnapping, dark room, imprisonment?” Ethan flashed a brilliant smile at me: “Yes.” Ethan is a top-level succubus. Because his smile dazzled my eyes again. Finally, I was dragged back to reality by the warm, wet, soft touch and dense stinging pain on my earlobe. At this time, I was pressed on the bed by him, pajamas messed up, exposing a large chest. Ethan was intimately holding my waist, containing my earlobe in his mouth, biting gently, muttering indistinctly: “William…” His fingers were touching my abs dishonestly, looking like they were going lower. Me: “…” I am a normal man. Being teased like this by the person I like, it would be strange not to react. I panted and pushed him away: “What exactly do you want to do?” Ethan was confused: “Isn’t it obvious?” Me: “…You want to sleep with me?” Ethan: “Otherwise, why did I go to such lengths to catch you here?” Me: “…” I was stunned by his straightforward and bold words. No, bro. Even if I wanted to keep Ethan, I planned to do it step by step. Get to know each other first, hold hands, date, watch movies, have afternoon tea. When feelings deepen, kiss on the cheek, take it slow, then kiss on the lips. Top intimate things like sleeping together were not in my initial plan. Because I was afraid Ethan wouldn’t want to, and I didn’t want to force him. And now… Under the huge surprise, I felt absurd: “Do you like me?” Ethan pointed to the wall full of “trophies,” then buried his chin in the hollow of my neck, gently rubbing my skin with his canine teeth. Warm breath hit my neck, his voice slightly magnetically hoarse: “William, I like you so much I’m going crazy.” “From the first glance I saw you at a banquet, I wanted to lock you up, strip you naked, and devour you.” Me: “…” You are really rough with your words. In consternation, my pajama pants were also pulled down. Ethan let out a mischievous laugh, his hand grabbed: “Mr. Moore, you’re hard.” Looking at the surprised and teasing smile on his face, I couldn’t bear it anymore, grabbed his head, and kissed him angrily. The person I like delivered himself to my door with a beautiful face. How could I resist? I’m not a saint. … …… 4 When I woke up. The soreness and pain all over my body indicated a fact—— I slept with Ethan, and I was the one topped by him. A bit different from imagination, but the difference isn’t big. Got the person I’ve been dreaming of, doesn’t matter if he’s on top or bottom. Ethan was still sleeping soundly beside me with his arm around my shoulder, fine black short hair floating on his beautiful eyebrows. I pinched his cheek, then pinched his nose. How can a person look so good? I pulled away his right hand holding me. His hand was also very beautiful, well-proportioned and slender, like warm white jade. A red string was tied on his wrist, appearing inexplicably erotic. Last night he used the fingers of this hand… Even held it up for me to see… He even raised his eyebrows smilingly and said: “Mr. Moore, you are so… wet.” F*ck! I dispelled the improper and chaotic thoughts in my mind. The handcuffs on my hand had been unlocked. Just saw a pack of cigarettes by the bedside table. I took one and lit it with a lighter. A little scarlet appeared and disappeared at my fingertips. Gray-white smoke blurred my obscure expression. Holding hands (more accurately, grabbing hands, shackling, interlacing fingers), kissing face and neck, kissing lips, sleeping together… One step to the destination directly. Then what? He continues to be his big star? I continue to be my CEO? “Waking up so early, looks like I didn’t work hard enough.” A lazy and satisfied voice sounded. A pair of hands hugged my waist, a furry head rested on my thigh. I ignored his dirty talk: “…What time is it now? And where is my phone?” Ethan let go of the hand holding my waist, reached out, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and threw a phone to me. I opened it and thought calmly. Good, it’s already ten o’clock. I glanced at the dense photos on the wall, thinking what a pervert, but kept a calm face: “You plan to keep me locked up like this?” Ethan: “Of course not.” Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Ethan said happily: “Mr. Moore, let me be your canary, and you be my sugar daddy, how about it?” Me: “…” Me: “I remember the person who wanted you to be a canary last time had his head broken by you.” Ethan said disgustedly and arrogantly: “Who does he think he is? Take a look in the mirror before wanting to be my sugar daddy?” Me: “…” Ethan hugged me smilingly and said: “Only William is worthy of being my sugar daddy~” Me: “…” Ethan: “Mr. Moore, being my sugar daddy has benefits. Don’t you want to cooperate with the Zane Corp?” I frowned at him. I did want to cooperate with the Zane Corp on a project in the Waterfront District recently, but the competition was too fierce. After multiple evaluations, I wasn’t very optimistic. Moreover, Mr. Jared Zane, the CEO of Zane Corp, looked refined, noble, and gentle, seemingly easy to talk to. In reality, he had a vicious eye, outstanding ability and means, but was cold-blooded and ruthless, a hard nut to crack. He had brought down many prominent families single-handedly. I vaguely heard that he obtained genetic data from an illegal large-scale human experiment organization, went crazy and cloned himself, and then got together with that clone. I feel my mental state is sometimes worrying. But not as crazy as this bro. None of the ethics and morals. Ethan: “As long as there’s no problem with your plan, one phone call from me, Jared Zane will definitely choose you!” Me: “…” This is simply turning the world upside down. Since when does a canary give resources to the sugar daddy? I twitched the corner of my mouth: “You have a friendship with him?” Ethan hummed: “I and he are life-and-death brothers! Rounding up, you are his sister-in-law (brother’s wife)! If he doesn’t help his sister-in-law, who will he help!” Me: “…So the person behind you is Mr. Zane?” Ethan: “More than that, I have too many brothers. Sigh, I’ll take you to meet them when I have a chance in the future.” Me: “.” Ethan kissed me, pushed me back onto the bed again, and said cheekily: “Anyway, it’s still early, Mr. Moore, you are on vacation again, let’s continue~” Me: “???” I pushed him away coldly and ruthlessly: “Continue your grandpa! Are you a reincarnation of an Energizer Bunny?” My waist is sore and painful now. Do it again and I’ll be disabled. Ethan leaned over pitifully, kissed my ear, looked up and blinked his phoenix eyes, asking softly: “Really not okay?” “Mr. Moore~” “William~” “Little William~” “Wifey~” “Baby~” “Just one time, one time okay?” This gorgeous and charming face swayed in front of me. The coquettish voice was gorgeous and deep, with a hint of laziness and fawning. It formed a sharp contrast with the cold, arrogant, and invincible big star image outside. He belongs to me now… Belongs to me alone… And he is the person I have desired for so long… What’s the harm in agreeing to him? I closed my eyes, voice with a bit of hoarseness and indulgence willing to sink. “Fine.” I saw a flash of successful calmness and smile in Ethan’s eyes. The next second, the few clothes left on my body disappeared. Ethan buckled my chin and kissed me. Me: “…” I shouldn’t play myself to death… right? 5 Three in the afternoon. Ethan, looking refreshed, carried me, weak and powerless, into the bathroom to shower. 6 The next day. Ethan moved into my house with a matter-of-course attitude. Me: “…”

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After redeeming the villain with love and preventing his descent into darkness, I was joyfully preparing for retirement. But when I woke up, the blackened villain from another timeline was standing by my bed. And the villain I had saved just happened to push open the door and walk in. They stared at each other. I clutched my head in agony: “System!! Fix the bug quickly! Ahhh!” Later, my retirement plan was completely scrapped. The little villain hugged my waist with teary eyes, begging me not to leave. The big villain pressed against my neck, leaving a circle of teeth marks. 1 I am the older brother of the male lead, Caleb. Three years older, no blood relation. I’ve been by his side since I was one. He was afraid of thunder, I held him to sleep. He was beaten, I fought back for him. He was abandoned, I took him in. I taught him, shaped his worldview, and set his moral standards. Why go to such lengths? All of this was for my own grand plan. I have a secret. I am an employee of the World Administration Bureau. The System detected that the villain in this world was too powerful and would exterminate the male and female leads in the future. So it sent me to save the villain, Caleb. As long as his blackening value reaches zero, not only can I receive a huge sum of money, but I can also welcome my retirement! A retirement life where I get paid every month for doing nothing! I worked diligently without any negligence. Finally, on Caleb’s 18th birthday. As Caleb made a wish and blew out the candles, a mechanical system voice also came: [Congratulations Host, the villain Caleb’s blackening value has been cleared.] Finally!!!! I was ecstatic, wishing I could dance on the spot. But on the surface, I still calmly patted Caleb’s head, fulfilling my duty as an adopted brother. “Caleb, you’re an adult now. You can’t always cry, you have to be independent.” “Big brother can’t be by your side every moment.” Caleb nodded obediently. “Thank you, brother.” Suddenly he asked: “Will brother stay with me forever?” I hesitated for a moment, but still answered: “Of course, brother promises you.” Ate some cake as a gesture. I pulled up the quilt happily, my mind full of thoughts about retirement life. I should be able to return to the main world tomorrow. My identity will be replaced by someone from another department. Although I do have feelings for this child. I can still come back to see him with another identity. After all, having raised him for so long, I really treat him as a younger brother. The cold wind of the winter night raged, but I slept soundly with the heater on. Suddenly felt a chill on my stomach in the middle of the night. I struggled groggily to wake up. Just opened my eyelids a crack, vaguely seeing a shadow. Moving around on my chest. Sleepiness pulled me down again. I didn’t see clearly. 2 The next day, I opened my eyes with satisfaction. A dreamless night, I was just about to ask the System when I could go back. But found something wrong. A figure was standing by my bed. I turned my head blankly. The features were basically identical to Caleb’s, just more mature. I called out dumbly: “Caleb?” The man didn’t respond, just hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, a hint of interest surfacing in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the door was pushed open. Eighteen-year-old Caleb pushed open the door, face full of smiles: “Brother! Wake…” I clearly saw the smile on his face drop rapidly, running over with a wary look. Blocking between me and the mature Caleb. “Who are you?” Cold as ice. That man was taller, his temperament more composed. He stepped back slightly in his leather shoes. “I am Caleb. And you? Little Caleb?” Little Caleb’s face showed a bit of disillusionment. He turned to look at me, looking a bit fragile. “Brother, what’s going on?” Watching him grow up since childhood, I felt his expression was a bit strange. But I didn’t think too much about it. I was also freaking out right now, frantically pinging the System. [System!! What’s going on ahhh, where did this male lead come from ahhh!] [Looks so scary! This is not the kid I can control at all!] Half a moment later, the System’s mechanical voice came: [Host, this is the Caleb who ruined the male and female leads’ families.] [A bug appeared in the main world, bringing Caleb from another timeline over.] [Be careful, this Caleb is very dangerous.] I sat up immediately, reaching out to hold Little Caleb’s hand. Cold wind poured into my quilt, I shivered subconsciously. Little Caleb immediately took a coat and draped it over me, staring covetously at the Blackened Version Caleb. Blackened Caleb raised an eyebrow, looking at me strangely. Suddenly bent down and touched my face. “Where did you come from? I’ve never seen you.” Little Caleb slapped away the hand touching me like a wolf cub. “Get lost, you’re the one who came from nowhere.” The other Caleb wasn’t in a hurry either, dragged a chair and sat down. Watching Little Caleb dress me and put on my socks, he finally spoke: “So… you haven’t mastered the Helios network yet?” Little Caleb paused. This was originally the inevitable path for the blackened Caleb. But I have been preventing him from contacting these dark things. Caleb understands himself so well, he knew just by looking at his own expression. “You mastered it… What? Don’t want him to know?” Saying this, he cast his gaze towards me. I widened my eyes. Looked at Little Caleb. “Caleb! Didn’t I say?” Little Caleb lowered his eyes aggrievedly. “You believe whatever he says.” The angry words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, took a deep breath. “So, did you do it or not, no lying.” Little Caleb didn’t speak for a long time. My chest felt tight with anger. And Blackened Caleb was watching the show on the stool. His expression was a bit strange yet amused. “Caleb… let me talk to him. I am you, there are many things I think he doesn’t want to know, right?” Little Caleb was like an enraged lion. “Impossible!” “I’ll talk to you.” I glared at him, stepped out the door, and said coldly to Little Caleb: “Stay put obediently.” Then waved to the other Caleb. “You come over.” I was also freaking out inside. My grand retirement plan, ruined just like that. Caleb followed behind me at a leisurely pace. I could feel him sizing me up. From top to bottom. Like looking at some rare toy. I turned around unhappily to meet his eyes. Dark and deep, completely different from Little Caleb. Twenty-six-year-old Caleb was already so tall, very oppressive. I glared at him with a cold face, leading the way again. Blackened Caleb touched his nose and smiled slightly. Only then did I feel the gaze wasn’t so obvious anymore. I pushed open the study door and sat down. Blackened Caleb sat opposite me with legs slightly apart. “Kitten, what’s your name?” I ignored his teasing words, answering flatly: “Adrian.” His finger tapped lightly on the table a few times, suddenly said: “Adrian, let’s play a game, okay?” “I ask a question, then you ask one, how about it?” “You go first.” I nodded in agreement; I came with the purpose of investigating him anyway. 3 I looked straight into his eyes and asked: “How did you come to this world?” Blackened Caleb hooked his lips and smiled: “This world? Adrian, you aren’t a person of this world, are you?” My heart tightened. Indeed hard to deal with, I said angrily: “Answer my question first!” He hooked my hand as if surrendering: “Okay, I woke up and was here, lying on the floor.” “Watched you for half a day, didn’t expect Adrian to love sleeping so much.” I didn’t respond. Blackened Caleb widened his eyes, looking a bit expectant: “So… Adrian, have you done it with that kid yet?” Who? When I realized it was Little Caleb, my face exploded red instantly. “What are you saying?! I’m just his brother.” Blackened Caleb chuckled lightly, with schadenfreude and a bit of “wishing iron could turn into steel”. “Haven’t even eaten that yet.” I darkened my face and asked again: “Can you go back on your own?” Blackened Caleb shrugged: “Brother, I was forced to come here, how can I go back.” Saying this, he lowered his eyebrows making a pitiful look. Looked a bit like Little Caleb. But how could I be confused by his appearance. In the original plot, he was a villain who killed without blinking an eye. Caleb raised a question again: “Brother, how long have you lived with the me of this world?” I answered calmly: “17 years.” That person muttered again: “Why weren’t you by my side?” Saying this he showed a smile again. “Do you really understand me?” Suddenly, he leaned his face close to me forcefully, as if wanting to kiss me. “Brother, believe it or not, your real brother will burst in any second.” “Do you know how many surveillance cameras are in this house?” My whole body stiffened, just wanted to resist. Suddenly, the door was flung open forcefully. Little Caleb stood at the door pursing his lips. He looked coldly at our actions. Took a big step forward and pulled Blackened Caleb away. Face looked calm, but actions were ruthless. Raised hand and punched the other Caleb hard. I heard the sound of fist hitting cheek flesh. Blackened Caleb naturally wouldn’t show weakness either. Raised foot and kicked. Watching the two punch each other several times, Little Caleb fell into a disadvantage. After all, he was still young. In chaos, I smashed the vase on the table forcefully. A tiny fragment grazed my cheek. Leaving a thin blood trail. The huge bang brought the sanity of these two guys back. I looked at these two coldly. “What are you doing?! Huh?” Little Caleb’s cheekbone and mouth corner were all bruised. The two seemed to hate each other to death. Specially aiming for the face. Little Caleb’s eyes filled with tears, walked to my side pitifully. “Brother, it hurts.” Blackened Caleb also had a few bruises on his face. He narrowed his eyes watching Little Caleb act spoiled to me. Fingers stretched slowly. Raised eyes sweeping over the fragments, spoke lightly: “Your brother is injured.” Little Caleb raised his tear-filled eyes. Saw the tiny wound on my face. Let a tear roll down from his eye. While nervously saying: “Brother sorry…” While taking out a band-aid from the study drawer. “Brother, does it hurt?” I soothingly touched the wound on his face. “You go out first, okay? I’ll apply medicine for you later.” Little Caleb shook his head. I deepened my tone. “Be obedient.” Little Caleb stiffened, could only leave looking back every three steps. Didn’t forget to glance at Blackened Caleb. Mouth instructing me: “Don’t forget to apply medicine for me later.” When Little Caleb left, Blackened Caleb gave a light tsk. Thoughtfully closed the door again. Crossed legs leaning against the table. “I also want you to apply medicine for me.” I tensed up. This wasn’t the child I could control. So I nodded slightly, said lightly: “Sure, exchange with something you think is valuable.” Blackened Caleb was slightly silent, as if weighing the item’s value. Finally spoke: “The day I came, a monk tried to scam me.” “Asked me for three hundred bucks, I was too lazy to deal with it, threw a pile of money over.” Hearing this. I quickly called the System out: [System! Is this monk related to this matter?!] System replied: [Still investigating, Host needs to stabilize this Caleb.] Blackened Caleb looked at me lightly, suddenly spoke: “Who are you talking to?” My heart tightened, this battle-hardened smelly pervert is sensitive. “Nothing.” I nonchalantly called Little Caleb in too. Blackened Caleb chuckled lightly, as if letting me off. 4 I pulled out the medical kit from under the table. Two Calebs sat on either side of me. Little Caleb looked at me with teary eyes: “Brother, I hurt so much.” Blackened Caleb chuckled, teasingly said: “Brother~ I hurt too.” Little Caleb’s wolf cub eyes instantly fixed on Blackened Caleb. “You aren’t allowed to call him brother.” I was silent, pressed the cotton swab dipped in iodine hard on both their faces. Little Caleb was used to acting spoiled and cute in the past. If it were before, he would probably ask me for a hug. But now seeing Blackened Caleb not making a sound, he also endured the pain. Little Caleb looked at me pitifully, while saying: “Brother, don’t know where this person came from! Hurry kick him out, okay?” I felt bitter inside. If I could kick him out, would Caleb need to ask? I would have done it immediately. I asked the System in my heart: [Can I just drop this world and retire directly?] The System rejected me. [Still troubleshooting the cause, persistence is victory.] I could only shake my head at Little Caleb. Blackened Caleb put away his smile, swept a glance at the childish version of himself. Spoke with schadenfreude: “Adrian, I remember I wasn’t this well-behaved at 18.” “This little cub is hiding quite a few things from you.” “Want me to say a few? Like the house full of surveillance.” “Probably even in Adrian’s bathroom.” I paused, almost fooled by Little Caleb! The surveillance matter mentioned before almost turned the page again. I put down the cotton swab, frowning at Caleb. “Caleb, speak for yourself.” Little Caleb glared at Blackened Caleb, stuttering. “I… I, I did put some cameras.” “But Brother, I just want to ensure your safety!” “Didn’t think anything else.” I narrowed my eyes slightly, Blackened Caleb beside added fuel to the fire: “There’s also Scarlett and Chase, why don’t you mention them.” Scarlett and Chase are the female and male leads of this world. Also the objects I protect in this world. Looks like Caleb still did something. But wasn’t his blackening value already cleared?! Little Caleb looked at me uneasily. Drooped his shoulders miserably, begging for mercy: “Can you not ask anymore Brother?” I sneered, swept a glance at him. “Fine, I won’t ask, I’ll go see for myself.” In the original plot, Caleb made a move on the male lead’s company because he didn’t like him. And finally succeeded! And now, under my guidance. Caleb didn’t make a move, but carefully managed his own business. I turned on the computer, the password was always my birthday. Previously I trusted Caleb, and the System background also kept showing his blackening value dropping. But now, I opened the computer folder, saw the information of the male and female leads inside. And personality analysis of each person. Caleb investigated them privately. Looks like a prelude to doing bad things no matter how you look at it! I secretly asked the System in disbelief: [Is your detection machine really okay???] System responded quite seriously: [Of course no problem! This was created by our great Main God!] Blackened Caleb suddenly laughed, I glared at him. Saw Little Caleb beside with eyes already full of tears. Pitifully about to fall. Raising him for years, every time he made a mistake he looked like this. I hardened my heart. Kicked him into the room to reflect. Before leaving, Little Caleb stared tightly at Blackened Caleb with resentful eyes. Like a venomous snake wanting to pounce and bite off his neck in an instant. Blackened Caleb swept over lightly with a faint smile. Sneered nonchalantly, walked away slowly. I never locked Caleb up. But this time the situation was too serious. And I also must deal with the bug of this world. Which is this Blackened Caleb in front of me.

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I was one of the most popular female celebrities on the internet when I suddenly announced my marriage into a wealthy family. Three months after getting married, I joined a couple’s live-stream reality show out of the blue. The whole internet mocked me. [Attention seeker. Our sister just joined this show, and she immediately glued herself to it.] [Definitely won’t be as sweet as our Harper.] [Of course not, it’s a business marriage between wealthy families. What feelings could they possibly have?] The show’s production team gave me a mission. I kept a cold face and tested my husband, saying, “I know everything.” To everyone’s shock, the usually aloof and arrogant CEO fell to his knees with a thud. Netizens: [Did he cheat? Dropping to his knees immediately?] “I borrowed some money, just for some cash flow.” Netizens: [He’s actually bankrupt! Otherwise, why would he marry an actress?] I was startled. “How much did you borrow?” His handsome face showed a hint of guilt. “It was quite expensive.” “I bought an annual SVIP subscription to a streaming platform.” “To binge-watch your TV dramas.” Netizens: [Brother-in-law, I’m crying! You really ask for the moon!] 1 The day I announced my marriage, Twitter crashed. It was a rare event. Countless netizens questioned why I was so love-struck. Abandoning a bright future to gamble on a man’s love. A group of my biggest fans and dedicated career-focused supporters were heartbroken. They publicly questioned me on Twitter: [Are you that desperate for a man?] [With your money, what kind of man can’t you find?] [Are you that starved for attention?] [We’re not stopping you from dating, but at least pick someone decent! If nothing else, look at Harper next door. Her husband is a famous director who can give her resources, and he’s super handsome.] Harper was an actress from my cohort. Our fanbases often clashed, but in reality, we didn’t interact much. Shortly after she got married, I announced my own marriage. I thought netizens would bless me just as they blessed her. But I didn’t expect… To be scolded terribly. Even though I emphasized that he was really handsome and rich. In the eyes of netizens: [When you’re infatuated, even sh*t smells good.] Right after, Harper announced she was participating in a couple’s live-stream reality show. The production team used me as a foil and tried to invite me. I originally didn’t plan on participating in this show. But a long-time fan wrote a letter saying: [Sister, we’re not against you dating. We really hope you find your own happiness. It’s just that your sudden marriage, without any build-up about your husband’s identity, and without any trace of your romance, makes us worry. We’re not against it; we’re just worried. Worried that you married the wrong person, worried that your career will stall because of this relationship, and eventually, you’ll lose both love and career. But, regardless, congratulations on finding happiness and starting a new chapter in your life. May the rest of your life be filled with joy, and may everything go smoothly. Stay happy.] I decided to join the show. Consider it an explanation to my fans. My relationship with him is actually quite good. It wasn’t a traditional arranged marriage where love comes later. There was a long period of “trial marriage” beforehand. I fell in love with him at first sight. Among the scions of wealthy families in arranged marriages, his character and looks were top-tier. Since an arranged marriage was inevitable, why not choose someone pleasing to the eye? I decided it had to be him from the very beginning. The beginning of the story: The Reserved Mr. Moore and the Passionate Miss Davis. I tirelessly recommended the TV dramas I starred in to him. Praying the big boss would invest. Also praying the big boss would be won over by my multifaceted charm. The development of the story: The Gentle Mr. Moore and the Tsundere Miss Davis. He unexpectedly visited the set where I was filming. Saw my desperate dedication. He felt bad but was moved by the light of my chasing dreams. He began escorting my career. I listened to my best friend, playing hard to get. Being a tease is the perfect solution. The climax of the story: The Refined Mr. Moore and the Successful Miss Davis. The resources he fed me, combined with my acting skills, helped me shed the “internet celebrity” label and become a respected actress. The lack of major awards was only due to insufficient seniority; I just hadn’t put in the time yet. The ending of the story: The Clingy Mr. Moore and the Composed Miss Davis. According to normal couple reality shows, our dynamic was perfectly fine. We could even gain a lot of fans. But I didn’t expect the show’s format to be a live-streamed daily life experience. With hidden cameras installed. And we couldn’t inform our partners about the hidden cameras. But some of his actions were really unbroadcastable! If broadcasted, the stream would be banned in minutes. But I had already boarded the pirate ship and couldn’t get off. The contract was signed. 2 The day the show premiered. As soon as I appeared in the live stream. The whole internet mocked me. [Attention seeker, saw our Harper joined, so you glued yourself to it too?] [So what if she joined? Definitely won’t be as sweet as our Harper. After all, that couple is publicly recognized as a perfect match.] I had just invited the cameraman in to install the hidden cameras. After netizens saw the decor of my house clearly, their tone changed a bit, but not much. [That painting? Seems like a unique piece? A 9-figure price tag?] [So she did marry into a wealthy family?] [Just a business marriage. Her husband must be ugly and frustrating, unlike Harper’s husband who is handsome and talented!] [Just using money to disguise the coldness and loneliness at home.] My husband wasn’t home yet. Bored, I clicked into Harper’s live stream. The comments were all shipping them as a couple. Hmm, so envious. Looking back at my own comments. I felt a bit stifled. I opened my phone’s chat box and asked: [How long until you get back?] Ethan Moore: [Something wrong?] I glanced at the director team; I couldn’t reveal information about the show. It was a genuine live stream of married life. I was a bit stuck. I just typed a short reply. [Nothing.] I shouldn’t have asked! The comments started a new round of mockery. [Mhm, I can tell they are a plastic couple.] [Not just an ordinary plastic couple! Look at that contact name, very official for a plastic couple.] [Just the full name. I rarely see such contact names among loving couples.] Me: … The previous contact name was a bit unpresentable. I specially changed it before coming on the show. Forget it, don’t be angry, don’t be angry. According to Ethan’s routine, he would be home in less than half an hour. The netizens’ stereotypes would be shattered immediately. I casually turned on a TV drama, preparing to boost my own view count. Less than half an hour later. The light in the entryway turned on. A man’s broad figure stepped in, wrapped in the cold wind from outside. He casually hung his dark overcoat on the coat rack nearby and loosened his tie with long, distinct fingers. His gaze swept over, softening instantly. It wasn’t until Ethan walked further in that the hidden camera captured his full face. Deep-set eyes. When his gaze fell, the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly. A refined jawline, thin lips pressed lightly together. His steps were steady, and in his hand, he carried a sweet little cake that completely clashed with his aura. The comments went crazy instantly: [Ahhh! She really scored big!] [No one said you could meet someone this handsome in a business marriage!] [F*ck, this guy’s identity is not ordinary either, he’s the Prince of the Capital Circle!] [Sienna Davis, when you said he was handsome, you were telling the truth?! You really scored big!] [Even without love! Eating this well is worth it.] [Thought your family was rich, didn’t think they were THIS rich! Girl, how can I get your life script?] 3 He walked over quickly, not rushing to sit down, and carefully placed the cake on the coffee table. He leaned down, his warm chest pressing against me, directly pulling me into his arms, resting his chin on my shoulder. His low, husky voice was wrapped in fatigue and intimacy, “Hug.” A crisp, woody fragrance entered my nose. I was silent for a moment; his warm breath tickled the side of my neck. I tried to push him away, but he hugged me tighter. His slightly cool nose tip rubbed against my neck, getting more addicted the more he rubbed. His hot breath hit my earlobe, tinging the tip with a light red. He suddenly sat up straight, eyelashes lowered, but the corners of his eyes turned up, dark light churning in his pupils. His gaze scraped over the side of my neck inch by inch, resting on the shallow hollow of my collarbone, carrying a scorching breath. It burned my skin tight. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze glued to my collarbone, refusing to move. I hurriedly pushed him away. He reached out, leaning backward, ready to pull me into his arms again. I stood up, moving further away from him. His deep, dark eyes revealed hints of grievance. The comments were a bit confused: [???] [Is the Prince this clingy?] [Wait, is this right? Who said this was artificial sweetness! Look at their natural, intimate state. If we weren’t here, it’d probably be R-rated content by now!] [Actually, is it possible they knew about the live stream in advance and are acting for us?] [The Prince’s usual image is completely different from now. This is absolutely acting for us!] I remembered the first task the production team gave me. I took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hug him. He retracted his gaze, somewhat disappointed, and pushed the little cake on the coffee table towards me. His low, husky voice carried fatigue, “Bought it passing by.” I stared at the bakery’s logo. It was in the opposite direction from the company, almost across the city. But I didn’t expose him. I just glanced lightly at the cake. Turned to look at him, and said coldly, “I know everything.” He lowered his head and eyes, a flash of panic crossing his deep pupils. My heart skipped a beat. He really had something! What was he hiding?! Looking at the camera in front of me, Director Qian’s voice came through my earpiece. “Ask again.” I braced myself, keeping my face cold. “What you did, I know it all.” “Are you going to confess yourself, or…” I took out my phone, hadn’t even started contacting anyone yet. He hurriedly pressed down on my phone and dropped to his knees with a thud. My scalp tingled. His usually proud, straight back curved, his knees smashing onto the floor without warning. The muffled thud made my heart tremble. What huge mistake did he make! Holy crap. Could it be, on the first day of the live stream. I’m going to crash and burn? And I said I’d let fans witness that I’m doing well. Now… The comments were already watching the show eagerly: [Holy crap, is this the rumored aloof Prince of the Capital Circle? What huge mistake did he make? Dropping to his knees directly?] [This look, I’ve only seen it on cheating scumbags!] [Cheating? Is it this exciting on the first day of recording?] [Hahahaha! I believe the production team has no script now, the other couple is truly sweet!] [So the initial intimacy makes sense now. After all, cheating scumbags always use this trick to comfort their wives at home.] 4 I took a deep breath, suppressed the churning emotions in my heart, maintained my cold expression, and said flatly, “Speak.” Ethan’s jawline tightened, the tips of his ears flushing with a thin red. “I borrowed some money, just for some cash flow.” The comments flooded the screen instantly. [Is he bankrupt?] [Sienna just married into the family not long ago, and he’s bankrupt? I’m afraid this is a scam targeting Sienna.] [Sigh, advised her then not to be love-struck, not to fantasize about marrying into a wealthy family, now look…] [Makes sense, if he wasn’t bankrupt, why would a wealthy family marry an actress?] [Meaning, Sienna is carrying a mountain of debt now?] I sighed softly, borrowed… some money?! My tone trembled with surprise, “How much did you borrow?” He actually used it for cash flow. I started calculating, if I divorce now. How many years would I have to work in the entertainment industry to pay off the debt? He hesitated slightly. “A bit expensive.” My vision went black. As if I could already see a dark future ahead. He continued to speak. “To subscribe to a streaming platform’s SVIP.” The comments were already getting lively: [???] [Is this the streaming SVIP I know?] [No no no, it must be the rumored dark web, definitely not a streaming platform’s SVIP!] [CEOs all have rumored unlimited black cards.] I laughed in anger. Wait, you… Are just fear-mongering! A streaming SVIP used for cash flow? He quickly added, “To binge-watch your TV dramas.” The comments went crazy, screen full of: [!!!] [You dare play us?] [Brother-in-law, you really do ask for the moon.] [No, an SVIP for a streaming platform, is it worth you using ‘cash flow’ for?] Seeing me silent. He started speaking softly again. Explaining: “I knew you had a streaming membership, but your ‘Red Beans’ (fanbase name) said nowadays TV dramas depend on new user acquisition rates and viewing duration, so I subscribed.” I raised an eyebrow, not speaking. He paused, “I know you hate the process of faking traffic and data, wanting to rely on your own strength, but for your TV drama, I still wanted to show some support.” My cold eyes lifted. “Just for this little bit of money, you used the phrase ‘cash flow’?” Director Qian’s confused voice came through the earpiece. “Does your husband not even have pocket money usually?” I felt a bit guilty, hurriedly explained smoothly. “Although your primary card is with me, didn’t I give you a supplementary card?” Ethan spoke softly, “But then wouldn’t you see the transaction history? I didn’t dare use it.” Comments: [???] [No, bro, you…] [As a CEO, shouldn’t you be arrogant, cool, domineering, and dazzling? Need ‘cash flow’ just for a streaming membership?] He paused for a moment. “As for cash flow, Carter Zane’s family situation is similar to ours.” “I borrowed the money he uses for smoking this month, promised him that once my cash flow recovers, I’ll pay him back immediately.” I took a deep breath, eyes looking indescribable. “How are you going to recover your cash flow?” His guilty gaze drifted to the little cake on the table. “This little cake, I transferred a bit more money to the shop, and the shop gave me a kickback.” I felt a bit numb. Stared silently at Ethan. Ethan suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, “You didn’t know? You tricked me?” I felt guilty. Thinking about how to resolve this situation. He loosened his tie, speaking seamlessly. “This room, the heating is a bit strong.” Started taking off his clothes one by one. Until, only a shirt remained. Looking up, his eyes somewhat impassioned. “Sienna, do you want to tear this shirt for fun?” The comments had become screaming chickens. [Ahhh!] [No wonder Sienna saw her brother-in-law kneel and had no reaction, looks like they often play this kind of game.] [I want to see too, brother-in-law’s body should be pretty good.]

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After the story’s grand finale, I arrived fashionably late, transmigrating into the wealthy, vicious young lady of the novel. I raised my arms and cheered on the spot: “Poor for twenty-two years, suddenly striking it rich! Tonight, I’m custom-ordering a massive gold bracelet, just like a baller!” Excited heart, trembling hands. When I checked my phone balance, there was only twenty bucks left. A subscription renewal instantly deducted nineteen. Only then did it hit me. Because I was obsessed with the male lead and repeatedly framed the female lead, my family had been suppressed by the male lead until we went bankrupt. When it was time to enjoy the wealthy young lady’s life, I missed out. Bankrupt, broke, and here I am. The scorching sun made me dizzy. I fiercely threw away a half-eaten cheap hot dog and decisively threw myself in front of the male lead’s car. Ear-piercing brakes sounded. After descending from the sky, I poked my gnashing face out from the landscaping: “Hey, handsome.” “Driving skills improved, huh?” “Sent me flying twenty feet in one breath.” 1 The doors of the Rolls-Royce opened, and the male and female leads, covered in designer brands from head to toe, appeared before me. Noble and elegant. Forming a sharp contrast with my wretched state. The female lead, Chloe, looking like an obedient, fragile little white flower, covered her mouth and deliberately acted surprised: “Miss Sterling? Why are you dressed so shabbily?” Then she lifted her haute couture skirt, intending to step into the landscaping to admire my miserable state. I yelled: “Don’t come closer!” This is a crime scene, you can’t destroy it randomly. Otherwise, it’ll affect the subsequent compensation issues. Chloe’s extended hand trembled. She hesitantly pulled it back, her eyes turning red in an instant: “I know, Miss Sterling hates me and still misses Arthur.” “But we are truly in love, and we are already together.” The contempt on Arthur Vance’s face couldn’t be suppressed: “Mia Sterling, it seems your family going bankrupt wasn’t enough to teach you a lesson.” “What trick do you want to play on Chloe now?” 2 When did I ever deal with this little white flower, Chloe? It was only when she clearly knew I was engaged to Arthur, yet still acted naive, bringing breakfast to her boss rain or shine. I slapped her. When Arthur picked me up to go to his family’s estate, she sat securely in the passenger seat, smiling and saying she got carsick and didn’t want to sit in the back. I opened the passenger door and dragged her out. When the two accidentally rolled onto the same bed, she cried and said she had loved Arthur for a long time. As the male lead’s fiancée, I kicked her out of the company. How is this vicious? It’s clearly an act of justice on behalf of heaven. In this domineering CEO and his little wife novel. As long as you don’t follow the male and female leads’ wishes, you’ll be branded as vicious. Arthur couldn’t be bothered to look at me, obviously taking my act of blocking his car as my obsession with him. He put his arm around Chloe and turned to leave. The Rolls-Royce gradually moved away, becoming a phantom. Only then did I unhurriedly take out my phone and dial three numbers: “Hello, 911?” “Someone hit me with their car, got out, arrogantly scolded me, and then committed a hit-and-run!” 3 In the police station, Arthur, who had returned, sat on the side with a grim face. The young police officer couldn’t help but reprimand him: “You’re a grown man, how could you hit someone and run?” “You have money to drive a Rolls-Royce, but no money to compensate the victim?” “Do you know that a hit-and-run can lead to detention or even jail time!” I timely covered my forehead: “I’m so dizzy, I want to throw up.” The male lead’s face could no longer be described as just ugly. He stared at me gloomily, squeezing words through his teeth: “Mia Sterling, you think doing this will make me look at you one more time?” The young police officer couldn’t bear it: “Hey, turn your head around. You don’t need to look at her, look at this settlement agreement in my hand first.” “If Miss Sterling doesn’t sign it, you’re going to jail!” 4 Arthur was slightly stunned. Obviously, he hadn’t realized the severity of a hit-and-run. He tried to defend himself: “She did it on purpose for extortion.” “Are there cameras in that alley?” “…No.” “Do you have a dashcam?” “…It’s broken.” The dashcam naturally couldn’t be checked. The book wrote it. The male lead’s dashcam just happened to break, and he hadn’t had time to replace it. Arthur is a company CEO. If he goes to jail, tomorrow the stock price will plummet through the floor, and the board of directors will jointly fire him. Seeing no room for maneuver, his face tightened: “Mia Sterling, how much compensation do you want to sign the agreement?” I rubbed my head: “My head hurts so much.” “Five thousand.” “My skull seems to have comminuted fractures.” “Fifty thousand.” “How about I stay in the hospital for three to five years?” “Half a million, that should be enough!” This huge number hit my head, making me dizzy. I stood up and bowed slightly: “Boss is generous, I’ll sign immediately.” “If there are such good things like hit-and-runs in the future, remember to call me.” 5 As night fell, I dragged myself back to the urban village. Although I was fully prepared for that hit, finding the right angle to fly into the landscaping to cushion the blow. My body was still covered in bruises. Since the family went bankrupt, the once endlessly glamorous eldest young lady became a rat crossing the street. The sycophantic friends around her disappeared, and the properties under her name were all auctioned off. She could only rent in a cramped urban village. The down-and-out life the eldest young lady avoided like the plague was the life I desperately wanted before transmigrating. Before transmigrating, I was an orphan. Stumbling all the way to get into a top university. At the same beautiful age. Others recklessly enjoyed their youth. While I carried a woven bag, picking through every trash can at school. Working hard to gather money for next month’s living expenses. Until I died in a car accident and came to this world. I carried a bag of recyclables slowly upstairs. Having been poor for so many years, no matter where I go, I’ll pick up some cardboard and water bottles along the way. Save them up to sell for money. Life is not easy; every bit of subsidy counts. But the competition in this barrier-free track is fierce. My spoils today were not many. At the end of the dim stairs, a man with sharp features stood at my door. His aura was low and oppressive. Upon seeing me, he coldly spat out a sentence: “Mia Sterling, your family going bankrupt didn’t teach you a lesson. You’re still lingering around Arthur like a ghost, making Chloe sad for a long time today.” “If you don’t go apologize to her, don’t blame me for not being polite to you.” 6 I tried hard to search through the dusty memories in my brain. Only then did I match this face with a name. He is the childhood friend who grew up with me. Also the infatuated second male lead in the book, Leo. Before the female lead appeared, Leo and I were as close as siblings, and Arthur and I were a famous loving couple. But after the poor little white flower female lead appeared, in our former trio, my position was replaced by the female lead, Chloe. Leaving only me standing in place, stubbornly clinging to past memories, unable to extricate myself. I lazily lifted my eyelids and swept a glance at him. Pausing at his waist. I thought, I’m really crazy from poverty. Looking at people, I subconsciously look at their kidneys first. Seeing I didn’t respond, Leo couldn’t help but raise his voice: “Mia Sterling, did you hear what I’m saying—” “Give it to me.” I interrupted. He was stunned, hesitating: “Give you what?” I cleanly snatched the Evian bottle from his hand. Poured the unfinished water into a flowerpot, then skillfully crushed it flat and tossed it into the woven bag behind me. After doing all this, I wiped the sweat beads: “What did you say just now?” Leo moved his gaze away with difficulty, becoming aggressive again: “Chloe found your lipstick in Arthur’s pocket, she cried so hard she almost fainted.” “Why are you so vicious, always standing between them, disgusting everyone.” 7 Leo probably forgot. I am the male lead’s true fiancée. Arthur and I had been engaged since our teens. Because of the engagement, when the Vance family’s capital chain broke, it was the Sterling family that raised a large sum of money to help him tide over the crisis. But when the female lead appeared, everything turned upside down. With teary eyes, she stood stubbornly in front of me and questioned: “Miss Sterling, why must you use money to tear Arthur and me apart?” “We are the ones truly in love.” Arthur’s wavering heart completely lost balance, staring at me ruthlessly: “Except for her background, Chloe is better than you in every way.” The Sterling family’s bankruptcy came swiftly. My parents couldn’t bear the blow and passed away one after another. I deliberately put the lipstick there when I left the police station. To cause a fight between the male and female leads. If not for these two crazy people, I would have transmigrated as the eldest young lady of the Sterling family. Just a little bit. I could have lived a life with both parents, money, and love. Cutting off my wealth is like digging up my ancestral graves. The money that belongs to me. I will definitely get it all back, principal and interest. I met Leo’s angry eyes: “How do you know Chloe cried so hard she almost fainted?” He gritted his teeth: “Chloe argued with Arthur and ran out, nowhere to go, could only come to my place.” “Do you know, she cried so much she couldn’t speak a complete sentence, and held onto my sleeve tightly, not letting me come find trouble with you.” Didn’t let him come, but didn’t he still come? Truly an infatuated second male lead. When the female lead is happy, he watches from the sidelines. When the female lead is in trouble, he’s the first to step up. The book once said, Leo is Chloe’s eternal regret in her heart, the unattainable after she chose the male lead for life. I don’t get it. Since it’s such a regret. Why not just let the female lead start a harem and take Leo in as a boy toy? Schedule their nights, spread the rain and dew evenly. That should smooth over all the female lead’s regrets, right? Leo stepped forward and grabbed my wrist: “Mia Sterling, you must come with me to apologize to Chloe today.” 8 He’s completely unhinged. Like the cheap takeout orders I used to get. Mixed with poisonous mushrooms. I unhurriedly broke free from his grip and put away the woven bag in my hand. Pointing to the dilapidated, mottled building behind me. “Do you know where this is?” Leo looked down from his high horse, speaking slowly: “Isn’t this just the urban village.” “You are no longer the aloof eldest young lady of the Sterling family. Living here is the price you pay for constantly bullying Chloe.” I nodded in reassurance. To deal with someone, you must first drag them down to your level, then defeat them with rich life experience. Like ordering takeout, Leo’s coupons will never inflate as high as mine. In the dim stairwell, I lowered my eyes, gathering momentum, and delivered a flying kick to the unguarded Leo. An earth-shattering scream echoed through the stairwell. He tumbled down the stairs miserably, his left leg hitting the hard concrete slab, yelling in pain, veins popping on his forehead. Soon oozing a thin layer of sweat. The voice-activated lights lit up in response. Illuminating my proud, disdainful eyes. An extremely calm voice reached his ears: “Leo, you need to understand.” “In the stairwells of the urban village, the cameras are all broken!” 9 A wailing ambulance took Leo away. Before being loaded into the vehicle, I heard the infatuated second male lead’s hysterical, pain-enduring roar: “Mia Sterling, just you wait!” I lay back on the narrow bed in the dark, cramped urban village, staring at a yellow stain on the ceiling, carefully recalling the plot of the book. After I moved to this urban village, the whole book had drawn a perfect period. The male and female leads lived happily together, about to hold a grand wedding, envied by all. The infatuated second male lead, though regretful, became the eternal pain in the hearts of millions of readers. The vicious female supporting character got her deserved retribution, satisfying everyone. The villain who went against the male lead was also thoroughly trampled into the mud, unable to turn over and do evil again. The author’s ink abruptly stopped here. No one knows what will happen after a perfectly concluded story. I viciously took a bite of the newly bought cheap hot dog. Focusing my thoughts on the villain. In this world. I clearly did nothing wrong, but defending my rights was branded as vicious, becoming cannon fodder dealt with by everyone. And the villain only competed fairly with the male lead in the business world, yet bore the name of being sinister and was wantonly trampled into the mud by the male lead. I threw the hot dog in my hand, quickly pulled out the villain’s personal information in my mind, and took a cab to the infatuated second male lead’s home. As night fell, in the brightly lit old mansion, Leo’s leg was already cast in a thick layer of plaster. His tall body was fixed in a small wheelchair. His face was pale; he looked like he could turn into a zombie at any moment. Upon seeing me, his face showed ferocity: “Mia Sterling, it’s useless for you to come apologize now.” “I originally thought we had known each other for twenty years, and I would let you off the hook, letting you spend the rest of your life safely in the urban village.” “Now it seems, you will never change your vicious nature!” I stretched my neck and looked behind him: “Who said I came to apologize?” “I just heard your leg was broken, specially bought some fruits your brother likes to see him.” “By the way, where is your brother?”

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I was so poor that I didn’t dare accept my childhood friend’s confession. My childhood friend looked down at me and sneered: “You need money, right? Be my follower, five thousand a month.” Since then, he made me run the 800-meter dash for the school beauty during P.E., deliver condoms to a hotel on a rainy night, and give up my spot in the academic competition. I always met him with a smiling face and never refused. Until he made me complete a dare for the school beauty. “The bar street is too sketchy, Chloe is afraid to go.” “You do the punishment for her.” “Here, take these five dollars, say you want to order a male model.” I reached out to take it: “Okay, but this is the last time.” Caleb suddenly let go. Five coins fell to the ground, rolling everywhere. Laughter came from behind. “Who came up with this wicked idea? It’s genius.” “Five bucks? Won’t she get beaten up for looking for trouble?” “Hey, the little follower has a temper too. What do you mean ‘last time’?” Caleb looked down at me from his high horse, twitching the corner of his lips: “Don’t worry, she wouldn’t dare.” 1 Under the colorful neon lights. I was already prepared to take a beating, my voice calm: “I want to buy you.” The man, who was so handsome he almost looked unnatural, looked down at me and sneered: “Little kid, booking me is very expensive.” He held up five fingers towards me, shaking them gently: “At least this much.” I took a deep breath, pulled out five dirty coins from my pocket, and continued playing dumb: “Just enough.” The man swore and raised his hand. I instinctively covered my head and shut my eyes tight. The next second, my wrist was grabbed. “The injuries on your body, how did you get them?” He rolled up my sleeve and frowned. I froze for a few seconds and put my hands behind my back. “I only have five bucks. If you’ll do it, do it. If not, I’ll find someone else.” “Don’t talk about anything else.” Having said everything in one breath, I lowered my head and was about to leave. The path in front of me was suddenly blocked by the man’s long leg. I stopped, feeling guilty: “What… what are you doing?” He put out his cigarette and spoke faintly. “Deal.” 2 Now it was my turn to be at a loss. The man leaned down to look me in the eye, curling his lips. “So, what are we doing tomorrow?” I just felt my scalp tingle, and said dryly: “Can… can we do anything?” The man chuckled softly, eyes rippling. “Anything.” “Even if you want to do something you shouldn’t, I won’t resist.” “After all, you’re the boss.” He dragged out the last two words with a drawl. My face burned, and I spoke incoherently: “Just… tomorrow afternoon at 2 PM, our class has a parent-teacher conference.” “High school, junior year, class one.” “Just show up.” 3 The next afternoon, I waited at the school gate two hours early. When the school beauty, Chloe, and her two followers swaggered over, I instinctively shrank my neck. “Yo, who are you waiting for?” Chloe snatched the report card from my hand, speaking sarcastically: “First in the grade? So impressive.” “But what’s the use of good grades? Who are you going to show your report card to later? Burn it for your parents?” The other two girls immediately laughed loudly. My fingers tightened, and I said softly: “My brother is coming.” “Brother?” Chloe exaggeratedly widened her eyes. “Since when do you have a brother? Did the good student learn to lie?” “Could it be you went to the bar street last night and got beaten silly?” They laughed even more presumptuously. Until Caleb got out of a black sedan. Chloe immediately reverted to her usual gentle and kind demeanor. Caleb’s gaze fell on me, and he frowned: “Didn’t I just give you five thousand to buy a jacket?” “You wear this one piece all year round.” “Mia, are you really that obsessed with money?” I was in no mood to explain to him, just wanting to end my connection with him completely: “I did the dare you told me to do.” “I won’t work for you anymore after this.” Caleb froze for a moment, then his face turned cold: “Didn’t I tell you that you didn’t have to go?” He turned to Chloe: “You didn’t tell her?” Chloe’s face turned slightly pale, and she shook off Caleb’s hand. “I forgot.” “Why are you so anxious? Are you that afraid she’d get hurt?” “I knew you two hanging out every day was suspicious.” Caleb’s expression softened, and he chased after her to hold her hand. “How is that possible.” “She just does things for money. Mia is just my follower.” The two of them pulled each other into the school, quickly leaving me behind. The crescent-shaped marks left by my nails were indented into my palms. I squatted down to pick up the report card, slowly folded it, and put it in my pocket. 4 The parent-teacher conference was about to start, and the school gate on the weekend was empty. The security guard yelled at me: “The bell rang.” “Student, aren’t you going in?” I realized I was probably stood up. But it was only five bucks, it was good enough that he didn’t hit me. But thinking about having to attend the parent-teacher conference by myself, thinking about others’ strange looks, I suddenly realized I was actually looking forward to his appearance. “I, I know.” I dragged my feet back to the classroom. The homeroom teacher’s voice could already be heard in the hallway. The back door was ajar, and I slipped in with my head down. Luckily, my seat was in the last row next to the trash can, and didn’t attract attention. The homeroom teacher was talking about the midterm exam results, and paused when mentioning my name: “Mia has made a lot of progress this time…” Chloe and her little friends laughed, not bothering to cover their mouths. I lowered my head, staring at a doodle on the desk carved by someone unknown. My eyes felt a bit sour. Just as I was almost biting my lower lip until it bled, there was a knock on the classroom door. A gentle, knock knock sound. The homeroom teacher stopped talking, and everyone turned their heads. The door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in against the light from the hallway. White shirt, black pants, as clean as snow on a distant mountain. Completely different from his flamboyant and rebellious look under the neon lights last night. I froze, and my eyes lit up. Liam’s gaze swept over the classroom and landed on me. “Sorry, teacher, I’m late.” “I am Mia’s brother.” Chloe whipped her head around to look at me, eyes wide. Liam walked straight to the back of the classroom and sat on the empty stool next to me. The homeroom teacher was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, nodding at him, and continuing her speech. Only then did I notice a faint smell of disinfectant on him. Liam turned his head and explained in my ear: “Had a little accident on the way.” “It’s… fine.” Liam looked at the thick stack of certificates on the desk and raised an eyebrow slightly: “Such good grades, and you play with male models in private? Quite the contrast, top student.” “I… I didn’t.” “Why not?” He seemed to have found some amusement, deliberately pressing the issue. “Don’t talk, the teacher is looking.” I pursed my lips and carefully sat up straight. For the first time, I didn’t lower my head at a parent-teacher conference. 5 After the parent-teacher conference, Liam was kept behind by the homeroom teacher to talk. I quickly grabbed him and gave him a few instructions, telling him not to blow his cover. “Just say you’re my cousin.” “I’ll be back after I go to the restroom.” Who knew that as soon as I pushed open the restroom door, I’d be yanked inside by a force. “Not bad, Mia, you even dare to find someone to pretend to be your parent?” Chloe and her two followers cornered me. “Where did you find that guy? You’re so plain and dark, and he’s so pale and handsome, you don’t look related at all.” They held down my neck, grabbed my hair, and pushed me into the sink. The faucet was turned on, and cold water poured over my head. “Planning to find a man to back you up and scare us?” Breathing became difficult. I struggled desperately, but two fists are no match for four hands. A second before suffocating, Chloe pulled my hair and yanked me up. “Looks like the lesson wasn’t enough.” Before I could catch my breath, I was pushed back into the cold water. “I’m warning you, stay away from Caleb.” “Don’t play the victim in front of him.” “If I catch you again, I’ll kill you.” I don’t know how long passed before they finally let go and left. I was soaked, my school uniform clinging to my skin. Shivering from the cold. Gasping for air, I slumped on the floor. A long time later, the class bell rang again. I propped myself up on the floor and struggled to stand. Looking in the mirror, I dealt with my dripping hair, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. Liam was still talking to the homeroom teacher at the end of the hallway. I kept my head down, wanting to slip past quickly and return to the classroom to put on my uniform jacket. But I heard Caleb’s voice: “Mia, what happened to you?” “I accidentally… got myself wet.” I forced a smile. The homeroom teacher and Liam also looked over upon hearing the voice. Caleb frowned and grabbed my shoulder. “Did this to yourself? Do you think I’m an idiot?” “Mia, is someone bullying you?” “Tell me.” I opened my mouth, just about to speak. “Teacher!” “I want to report something.” Chloe’s voice came from behind. “Teacher, the hair clip I bought for five thousand dollars is gone. Everyone was in the classroom earlier, only she came in last. Mia must have stolen it!” The homeroom teacher’s face changed: “Chloe, don’t make wild accusations…” “I didn’t steal it.” I retorted immediately. Chloe scoffed: “You, someone who finds people to pretend to be parents and lies habitually, what credibility do you have?” “Teacher, that man is not her brother!” “You even dare to deceive the teacher, what else wouldn’t you dare to do?” Classmates gathered around, whispering. I saw the hesitation in the homeroom teacher’s eyes; she knew Chloe’s family’s influence in town. Caleb took off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and looked at Chloe: “I’ll pay for it. I’ll go buy you a new one after class.” “Don’t say anymore.” That familiar sense of powerlessness crept up again. Almost driving me crazy. I laughed in anger, taking off Caleb’s jacket and throwing it at his chest: “What do you mean you’ll pay for it?” “You mean, you also think I stole it.” Caleb didn’t catch it, letting the jacket fall to the ground, taking a deep breath: “That’s not what I meant.” “Then what do you mean?” Caleb ran a hand through his hair, frustrated: “Mia, I’m f*cking helping you.” “Does it matter who stole it? If I replace what Chloe lost, the matter is over. It saves her from suspecting you and saves so many people from watching you make a fool of yourself.” “Otherwise, what do you want? Tell me, how do you want to solve it?” “Call the police.” Liam’s voice wasn’t loud, but it made all the whispers stop abruptly. He took out his phone and neatly dialed 911. Then he looked up at Chloe: “Are you sure the hair clip is worth five thousand? That’s enough to press charges.” Chloe’s face paled, and she froze. The police arrived very quickly. In the office. The security footage was pulled up, showing Chloe hadn’t worn that hair clip to school at all today. Under the police’s gaze, she stammered and changed her story: “Maybe… maybe I remembered wrong and left it at home…” “So it’s defamation?” Liam smiled sarcastically and spoke lightly. Caleb suddenly stood up: “What are you saying?” “She already said she accidentally forgot. Why are you speaking so harshly?” Chloe pulled him and sniffled. “Caleb, it’s my fault I blamed Mia.” “It’s all my fault.” “Just let them scold me.” Liam raised an eyebrow slightly: “Classmate, you falsely accused my sister of stealing and demanded a public search without distinguishing right from wrong. This matter can’t be settled with just a few apologies.” The expression on Chloe’s face froze: “We’re all classmates, just friends playing around, a misunderstanding…” “Then can my sister say right now that these injuries and dirty water on her body were all done by you?” “That won’t do, you can’t say things casually without evidence…” Liam interrupted her, his voice still calm. “So, you also know you shouldn’t say things casually without evidence.” “Public apology, compensate for emotional distress. Otherwise, I’ll personally go talk to your parents.” Chloe bit her lip, glaring at me with red eyes, and finally squeezed out two words through her teeth: “I’m sorry.” She paused, then smiled again. “But Mia, I know your living conditions are difficult.” “As classmates, I won’t refuse whatever compensation you want.” Caleb, standing beside her with a gloomy face, looked at me. He counted out a thousand dollars and shoved it to me, his movements rough. “Are you satisfied now?” “So this is what you were waiting for.” “Mia, next time you want money, you can just ask.” Caleb pulled Chloe away. As he opened the door, his footsteps paused. “Mia, how did you become like this?”

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My sister caught the eye of a top-tier billionaire heir at first sight. To win her favor, the heir willingly became a devoted “simp” without any official title, following her around, gifting money, cars, and houses. As my sister’s dearest younger sibling, I took advantage of the situation, raking in benefits like there was no tomorrow. Watching his brother lose both money and dignity, the heir’s CEO older brother was furious. He angrily tracked me down: “A man’s dignity cannot be trampled on. The Sterling men will never be simps.” “Since your sister brainwashed my brother, don’t blame me for targeting you.” “Let’s wait and see. In half a month at most, I will expose you two sisters for what you really are.” Half a month passed by quickly. And I, too, got my very own simp. 1 At her birthday party, my sister caught the eye of Leo Sterling, a top-tier billionaire heir. To pursue her, Leo gifted money, cars, and houses. He even tried to give me his older brother. “Mia, just help me woo your sister, and I’ll introduce my brother to you.” “You know my brother, Arthur Sterling, right? The nation’s heartthrob, tall and handsome, in the financial news every day…” “I promise you, the day I become your brother-in-law will be the day you become my sister-in-law.” I fell silent. I remembered seeing Arthur’s face once before. The young man looked to be about 6’2″. Dressed in a sharp suit, breathtakingly handsome. He appeared gentlemanly and refined. He was impeccably polite to everyone who came to flatter him. But there was always a hint of condescension in his words. Arrogant and nasty. I had no intention of messing with someone like him. I waved my hand at Leo: “I have no interest in being your sister-in-law. Leo, just give me money in exchange for information.” Leo nodded desperately, wishing he could agree to anything: “Okay, okay, okay.” A month passed. Leo tried every trick in the book. But he didn’t even get a smile from my sister. The last time. He took off his coat, revealing his abs, attempting a passionate seduction. But my sister just pushed up her rimless glasses and asked flatly: “Did you get robbed?” “…” Leo went crazy. He ran crying to his brother. “Bro, can you run me over with your car? Then I’ll reincarnate into the type she likes, and we can be together…” Arthur lifted his lips coldly: “Stop this nonsense.” Leo left. The next day, he knocked on his brother’s door, crying again: “Bro, I decided to find a way to get her pregnant, then I can trap her. You should do it too, okay?” Arthur hesitated slightly: “What do you mean? I have to get pregnant too?” Leo: “Yes.” Arthur: “…” Arthur finally realized the gravity of the situation. His foolish brother was truly bewitched by that woman. He had turned into an absolute simp. Only knowing how to chase after a woman all day. Arthur pressed his throbbing temples. Casually picked up the file his secretary just brought in. The photo on it was of the Summers sisters. They didn’t look like much. The older sister at least had an aura of elegance. But the younger sister looked silly, with round eyes, clearly not very smart. If these two were thrown onto the street, especially the younger one, he wouldn’t spare them a second glance. Arthur sneered disdainfully. Casually tossed the file into the trash can. Fine, Chloe Summers. Since you play my brother like a dog. Then don’t blame me for targeting your sister. Dealing with a little girl fresh out of college like her. He could make her cry with just a little effort. Hmph. He’d say it again. The Sterling men will never be simps. These two sisters can just wait to regret it. 2 When I received Arthur’s friend request. I thought it was a prank. And ignored it. But after I got out of the shower. My phone was still ringing. I answered confusedly: “Hello, who is this?” A pause on the other end. A man’s cool, clear voice came through: “Miss Summers, I am Leo’s older brother, Arthur Sterling.” I hesitated for a few seconds, frowning warily: “Ah, do you need something?” Arthur’s voice was deep and magnetic. With a hint of a gentle smile: “Nothing major. I just heard from my brother that you’ve been helping him woo your sister.” “He’s been a bother to you. To express my gratitude, I’d like to treat you to a meal.” My first instinct was to refuse. Who helped that idiot woo my sister? No one in the whole world except me was suited to be my sister’s minion. I had actually been scamming Leo all along. But on second thought. My sister’s attitude towards Leo had changed a lot recently; I was afraid she was falling for the silly boy. And this unfathomable man on the phone was the silly boy’s brother. He wasn’t someone to be trifled with. What if he teamed up with his brother to bully my sister later? It might be good to see what he’s up to. I cleared my throat. Tried to make my tone sound more polite: “Okay, Mr. Sterling, where should we eat?” 3 When I arrived at the agreed restaurant. Arthur was already sitting there. He shed his serious suit today, wearing a sapphire blue sweater. It made his skin look even fairer, his features clear and handsome. Leo really didn’t lie to me. His brother’s face was genuinely good-looking, and his fashion sense was great too. I was stunned by Arthur’s handsomeness for a few seconds. By the time I reacted. He was already standing in front of me. A fresh citrus scent instantly filled my nose. Arthur bent slightly, gentlemanly pulling out a chair for me: “Miss Summers, please sit.” I swallowed hard. My heart skipped an embarrassing beat. But quickly. I recovered my calm quickly. Because Arthur put a piece of meat on my plate. …Dear God, I’m a germaphobe, a severe germaphobe. At this moment, to hell with the citrus scent and gentlemanly demeanor. My face contorted in agony. While Arthur wasn’t looking. I speared the piece of meat he gave me. And threw it straight into the trash can under the table. After Arthur finished talking to the waiter. His gaze slowly landed on my plate. He raised an eyebrow without showing any emotion. This little girl… He found it somewhat amusing. Her heart must be racing like a deer right now. She swallowed the food he gave her in a second. Probably didn’t even chew out of excitement. But then again, he had been flattered like this since he was young. Receiving love letters since middle school. By high school, boys and girls looking at him crowded the hallways. In college, he was on the confession wall every few days. He had grown numb to it long ago, even a bit disdainful. Whether expanding his business empire or seducing the girl in front of him, everything was under his control. So he didn’t understand. As Arthur Sterling’s brother. How could Leo become a shameless simp? Giving money, cars, and houses; why didn’t he just give his life while he was at it? An absolute disgrace. Arthur was very confident. In two weeks, he could definitely close the net. When the time comes, he’ll handle this girl and vent his anger for his foolish brother. But he doesn’t like girls who are too infatuated. It’s just for fun; she better not cry when it’s over. 4 I looked up and met Arthur’s meaningful gaze. My heart skipped a beat. Did he notice? Fortunately, Arthur just gave me a friendly smile. And looked away. I let out a sigh of relief. Then heard Arthur say: “Miss Summers, this is the first time I’ve seen my brother like someone so much.” “So, please help him out more. Whatever conditions you have, just name them.” Saying that. Arthur smiled again. The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he even put another piece of food on my plate while smiling. My eyes went wide. The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat. Does this guy have any manners? Always putting food on other people’s plates. I forced a smile. Finally put down my chopsticks, unable to bear it anymore. “Mr. Sterling…” Arthur interrupted me: “No need to be so polite, just call me by my name.” “Miss Summers, I prepared a small gift for you on the way here. I hope you like it.” I was very surprised. Took the box Arthur handed me with both hands. Opened it gently— Wow. My grandma would love this. I tried hard to control my emotions, afraid Arthur would see a trace of disgust: “Thank you, Mr. Sterling. I like it very much, you have great taste.” Arthur wasn’t surprised at all. He casually crossed his long legs, a flash of contempt passing quickly in his eyes: “I’m glad you like it.” He said lightly. I quickly put the gift in my bag. Forget it. I’ll accept it for now. I hadn’t found a gift for my grandma’s 80th birthday anyway. 5 After dinner. Arthur didn’t give me a chance to refuse and drove me straight home. The car was eerily quiet. I closed my eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. Completely oblivious. Arthur beside me had fallen deep into thought. He was letting his imagination run wild. For some reason, he remembered seeing online that saying “goodnight” means “I love you.” He guessed this girl would definitely say goodnight to him. Little girls’ tricks were all the same. He would, of course, mercifully give this girl a chance to say goodnight. But if she got too excited and did something offensive, he wouldn’t be polite. Arthur hit the brakes. His long fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically. As if waiting for something. I didn’t care what he was waiting for. I dropped a “thank you” and fled the uncomfortable atmosphere. By the time Arthur realized what had happened. He was the only one left in the car. Where was his “goodnight”? An indescribable emotion spread in his chest. Arthur pursed his lips. After two seconds of thought, he finally figured it out. She was probably just shy. That made sense. Since he was a kid. No girl could remain calm after receiving a proactive gesture from him. Arthur leaned back, regaining his composed demeanor. 6 For the next two weeks. Arthur invited me to dinner every day. I was on edge for a few days before finally concluding that he didn’t seem to have any ill intent; he just wanted a dining companion. However, I don’t know if it’s because he’s getting older, but every dish he ordered was either steamed or stewed. I followed him miserably, my face turning green from the bland food, still having to fake a smile and say, “Delicious, delicious, so delicious.” Arthur tilted his head to look at me, a faint smile on his lips, certain that everything was under his control. Of course. The bland taste in my mouth almost made me want to flip the table. But turning around, I saw that my sister and Leo were on the verge of getting together. So I could only endure. Sob. My sister had no idea. How much I sacrificed for her happiness! But I didn’t expect. The turning point would come so quickly. 7 After a relatively pleasant fourteen days of dining with Arthur. On the fifteenth day. Arthur didn’t send me a message. I suffered through the morning with racking brains. Confirming he really wasn’t going to ask me out to eat anymore. I took out my phone with tears of joy. Sent a message to a friend I hadn’t contacted in a long time. Inviting them to a yacht party. I even specifically asked my best friend to bring two handsome guys she just met. The group of five had a blast on the yacht. I finally ate the long-lost BBQ. Wolfing it down while crying in the wind. The guy beside me, seeing my hands were full, attentively took a tissue to wipe my mouth. It was also at this time. I suddenly noticed a man leaning on the railing not far away looking somewhat familiar. The man wore a simple casual white shirt with elegant nobility. With sunglasses resting on his high nose bridge, his exact expression couldn’t be seen. But his slightly lowered head posture. And the phone screen in his hand that was frequently lit up and quickly dimmed. Revealed an obvious anxiety. He seemed to be waiting for a message… The next second. The man suddenly looked in my direction. …It was Arthur. Arthur just took one look at me. Then immediately locked onto the boy leaning in front of me.

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My family bought me a small apartment. I called Liam. “Tell your sister I won’t be home tonight. I’m coming over to drink and celebrate with you. We have a home now.” “I’m not going back tonight; I’m sleeping over.” An excited reply came from the other end. “Okay, I’ll tell her.” An hour later, I was staring wide-eyed at his five-year-old sister in my living room. Her chubby little hand raised a juice box to clink with my glass. “Cheers, brother~” Me: … I called him back to question him. “I told you to tell your sister I wasn’t putting her to bed tonight, that you were coming to sleep over and celebrate with me.” Sounds of intense gaming came from the other end. “Same thing, same thing. I have a tournament tonight. You put her to sleep.” “Drop her off at kindergarten tomorrow morning.” I turned back around. His sister was already drunk on juice. Damn it, I’m really guilty of falling for a hopelessly dense straight guy. 1 I hung up the phone. The little ball of a person on the sofa had already toppled over. Hugging a throw pillow, sleeping sweetly. The TV was still playing her favorite cartoon. Her fair, chubby face was so cute; her features looked just like Liam’s. I’ve seen pictures of Liam when he was little. His sister is basically a copy-paste version of him with longer hair. My heart softened just looking at her. I couldn’t help but poke her little cheek. I turned off the TV, picked her up from the sofa. Carried her to the guest bedroom. Gently covered her with a blanket and placed the stuffed animals she brought by her pillow. Leaving a small nightlight on, I closed the door and went out. Liam’s gaming account was still online. I sighed. He really had been pulling all-nighters playing games a lot more frequently lately. Maybe it’s the brief liberation after graduating college. Since moving into this apartment, he hasn’t stayed over once. I finally found an excuse to celebrate today. Sigh… Ever since the graduation party, we haven’t had a proper talk. 2 There was a knock on the bedroom door from the outside. “Brother, are you asleep?” “You haven’t told me a story yet.” The big one didn’t come back, and the little one woke up again. His sister’s eyes were wide open as she listened to me finish two stories about little princesses. I patted her back. “Alright, alright, that’s two stories already.” “Go to sleep now.” She yawned. “Brother, do you like my brother?” I was startled. Is it that obvious?? She pouted her little mouth. “What’s so great about him…” 3 What’s so great about Liam? Liam is just too great. The first time we met was in the college dorms. I was a spoiled little rich kid, completely clueless about taking care of myself. With one command, my older brother dumped me in the college dorms. Told me to learn how to live independently. But he forgot one thing: you have to be taught first to learn. I couldn’t instantly learn how to take care of myself. The nanny who dropped me off wiped her tears. “Young master, you’re on your own now.” Tearfully, she made my bed and gave me instructions over and over. Don’t drink the laundry detergent. If you do, remember to dial 911. ???? I was just pampered, not stupid!! But she forgot to teach me how much detergent to use. I poured half a bottle to wash my underwear. The more I scrubbed, the more bubbles there were; the more bubbles, the harder I scrubbed. I scrubbed until my hands were red. I still didn’t know if it was clean, or what the next step was. I wanted to use my phone to call for help, but my hands were too slippery, and the phone dropped into the basin. Submerged in bubbles. I yelled. “Damn bastard.” Wait until I go back, wait until I go back. But I couldn’t beat my brother anyway. I threw a pathetic little tantrum, looking for my phone in the basin full of bubbles. That’s when Liam pushed the door open and came in. He stared at me for a few seconds. Then spoke anxiously. “Don’t cry. I didn’t know someone was in the bathroom.” “You didn’t lock the door.” “Are you… playing with bubbles in here??” 4 Liam helped me wash the underwear. His well-defined hands first fished out my phone. Then scooped out that ball of fabric from the water. With red ears, he taught me how much detergent to add, how to scrub, how to hang it up to dry. My eyes lit up. He knew everything. If I followed him, I could learn too. I followed him, but I didn’t learn how to do chores. But I learned how to handle Liam. I just had to look at him with adoration. And say. “Liam, you’re so amazing.” He would blush, then snatch the dirty clothes from my basin. “I’ll wash them for you.” Under my continuous flattery, he lost his ability to think critically. Brought me food, washed my clothes, woke me up, ran with me, delivered books to me… There were four people in our dorm. Another guy also tried to speak in a cutesy voice. “Liam, you’re so amazing, can you help me wash my socks?” Liam: “Get lost.” “Disgusting.” Liam’s home was in the city. He would go home on weekends to see his sister. He also packed my clothes for the weekend. “Julian, come home with me.” “I’m afraid if you stay in the dorm alone, you’ll accidentally kill yourself.” But I had actually already learned how to live on my own. I really just hadn’t experienced these things before; I wasn’t stupid. 5 But I would be stupid not to go home with Liam. Because Liam’s mom’s cooking was super, super delicious. His sister was super, super cute. The first time I went, his sister was two years old. Her soft little hand held mine, calling me with candy in her mouth. “Bwother…” Later, I became a regular at Liam’s house. The Miller family had a room for me, and Mrs. Miller prepared loungewear for me. Liam washed my clothes. His sister would find me with a fairy tale book. “Brother, tell a story.” During the holidays, I was too lazy to go home, so I even spent Christmas with the Millers. Mr. Miller, returning from a business trip, also prepared a gift card for me. I felt I liked the Miller family, liked his sister, liked Liam’s parents, liked Liam. And I liked the summer we first met, when the laundry detergent smelled like freesia. But I never dared to say it. Because when our dormmates teased him. “Are you raising a wife in the dorm? Gonna marry him after graduation?” My face would instantly turn beet red. Liam would always say openly. “Julian is my best friend.” Between best friend and boyfriend. Lay my unspoken secret crush and four years of college life. 6 Dropping his sister off at the kindergarten gate. She suddenly pulled my hand and asked me to squat down. “Brother, my brother is a big idiot who doesn’t understand romance.” “My brother isn’t that great. He loves playing games, doesn’t know how to coax kids, tricks me into bringing him water every day, always forgets to bring me lollipops, and even conned me out of my allowance last time…” She blinked playfully. “You like him, don’t you?” What?? “Wait for me to grow up. I like you, I love you the most.” Her eyes darted around. “Can you pick me up after school today?” “I want a super big lollipop.” “Strawberry flavored.” I smiled and patted her head. “Okay, I’ll buy it for you.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss. “Brother is so nice, brother is awesome, I love brother.” Liam was so unromantic, but his sister was super good at coaxing people. Especially since she looked like a miniature version of him. Let alone buying one lollipop, I wouldn’t hesitate if she asked me to buy a whole candy store. If only Liam would also tell me he likes me the most, loves me the most. 7 When I got home, the door was open. The clothes I changed out of last night were washed clean and hanging on the balcony. Liam was cooking noodles in the kitchen. Watching the stove while directing the workers installing the washing machines. They were installing three in total. One big, two small. The workers finished and left, and the noodles were done. Liam coughed lightly. “What are you looking at? Wash your hands and come eat.” “You went to drop that little brat off this morning, probably didn’t have time for breakfast.” Hidden in the noodles were two perfect soft-boiled eggs. I don’t like fried eggs or hard-boiled eggs. Fried eggs are too greasy, hard-boiled eggs are too dry. Soft-boiled eggs are just right. Liam always complained that I was too much trouble. But he would make them for me every time. At first, he didn’t do it well. Either the egg was fully cooked, or the yolk was raw. Or it broke. When Liam was learning to make these eggs, he ate a lot of failures. Which led to him completely not eating eggs now. After eating the noodles, Liam went to wash the dishes. “Installed three washing machines for you. The big one is for outerwear. The two small ones: grey for socks, white for underwear.” “They all have a drying function. If you’re afraid of forgetting to hang them up, just dry them directly.” I hugged him from behind. “But I have you.” And I had long since learned how to wash clothes. His body stiffened, and he slowly pushed my hands away. “What if I’m not here? You still have to live.” Speaking of living. “When are you moving in?” This apartment is closer to the company Liam is joining than his home. He can sleep an extra half hour every morning. Back when we just started interning, we agreed. We would live together after graduation; we wouldn’t separate. The next day, I had my brother buy me this apartment. The renovations were all done according to what we liked. Liam raised his hand. “Let’s wait a bit. My mom is on a business trip recently, I need to take care of my sister.” “Bring your sister over too! We’ll set up a pink princess room for her.” “Then we can sleep together.” It’s not like we hadn’t slept together before anyway. “No!” He startled me. He said. “It’s too far from her kindergarten here, too inconvenient.” That was true. “Then I’ll go live at your house with you.” Some things are better said openly. His eyelashes fluttered. “Didn’t you say you need to organize the apartment recently?” “Stop running back and forth, it’s too exhausting.” “I need to go to the company. I’m leaving.” Liam grabbed his phone from the table and left. “Hey…” I called after him. The more I called, the faster he ran. What a dense, unromantic straight guy!!!

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