I received $20 million from a property buyout. My roommate blackmailed me for $2 million, threatening to tell my dad. Out of desperation, I agreed. She kept her word and didn’t tell my dad—because the moment she got the money, she told my mom instead! My mom tore our family apart over that money. I endured her tantrums and guilt trips until the very end. But the last time, she faked a terminal illness to lure me home. They locked me in and starved me. Then my dad walked toward me with a knife. Begging didn’t work. I finally gave up my bank password. But the knife still came down on me… I was reborn on the day I received the buyout check. I told my roommate my dad stole the money. And she lost her mind. 1 After hanging up the phone, I saw my roommate, Zoey, looking at me suspiciously. “Lily, who were you talking to? I heard something about a buyout and compensation?” Looking at her, memories of my past life flooded back. In college, I hustled like crazy and bought a small 800-square-foot apartment in Brooklyn right after graduation. I didn’t live there long before moving out to rent a place with Zoey, a college friend, closer to my new job. But as luck would have it, that small apartment was in a redevelopment zone. The buyout offer was a staggering $20 million. Zoey found out and threatened to tell my dad unless I gave her a million dollars. Back then, I was terrified of my dad, so I actually agreed. She kept her promise and didn’t tell him. Instead, she told my mom, gloating: “Who asked you to be so stupid? A brainless idiot.” From that day on, my mom harassed me relentlessly for the money. I withstood the pressure and even applied for a job transfer to escape. But then my mom suddenly fell “gravely ill.” I couldn’t ignore it. I took leave to visit her, only to find out she was faking it. And I… I never walked out of that house again. To get the money, my own father held a knife to my throat. I begged for my life. In despair, I gave him the bank password. I saw a glimmer of hope for survival, but then Zoey called and said I would definitely call the police if I escaped. She suggested they finish the job. So, my dad did. The knife he used to carve Thanksgiving turkeys… Ended up in my chest. After I died, Zoey married my brother, becoming the daughter-in-law my parents always wanted. The buyout money I worked so hard for became my brother’s glorious wedding fund. In this life, I don’t need a handout. I’m starting my revenge plan right now! 2 Hearing Zoey’s question, I retorted: “I don’t even own a house, where would I get buyout money?” Thankfully, I had kept my college property purchase a complete secret this time. But Zoey stared at me and said: “Lily, you’re lying.” “Last time you were out, I went through your drawers. I saw the deed. It’s for that condo on 4th Avenue. You’re still hiding it from me?” I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought if I kept it secret this time, I could avoid her blackmail. I didn’t expect her to have known all along. In my past life, when Zoey confronted me about the buyout, I told her everything defenselessly. Hearing my answer, she smiled and said: “That’s great, hehe…” That night, I treated her to a luxury dinner and bought her jewelry. But in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, she threatened me for a million dollars, or she’d tell my dad. She even blamed me for not telling her about buying the house. But the truth was, back in college when we were close, I analyzed the real estate market with her. I told her that area in Brooklyn was going to skyrocket and likely be rezoned by the city. I urged her to borrow money if she had to, just to buy a place there. She agreed and planned to borrow $50k from me. But when I asked for an IOU, she flipped out. She sarcastically said: “What’s our relationship? You need an IOU for this little bit of money?” Maybe I should have seen her true colors then. Zoey spoke again: “Lily, doesn’t your phone record calls automatically?” “Why don’t we listen to what that person just said to you?” As she spoke, she lunged to snatch my phone. I shoved her away with all my strength and yelled: “Who do you think you are? Listening to other people’s private calls?” She fell to the floor, her face darkening. She glared at me, then turned and stormed off. 3 Although we had a falling out, my revenge plan needed a main character. A few days later, I dragged her to a bodega, claiming I wanted to apologize. I promised her any winnings from the scratch-offs I bought would be hers. I bought a thousand dollars’ worth of tickets and asked the clerk to help us scratch. While scratching, Zoey suddenly asked to see my apartment. “You bought that place ages ago, and I’ve never even seen it.” I paused, then vaguely replied: “I already rented it out. It’s not convenient.” Are you kidding? It’s been demolished. What are you going to see? Rebar and concrete? A flash of jealousy crossed Zoey’s eyes. “So you’re a young landlady now, Lily?” “Must be nice, hehe…” Every time I achieved something, seeing her like this used to make me think she was genuinely happy for me. Now I know, she was insanely jealous. Like a viper in the grass, waiting for the moment to strike. Just like in my past life. Suddenly, the clerk yelled, “Ah!” “Winner! You won!” “$500!” Wow, I spent a grand to win five hundred. I grabbed the ticket and stuffed it into Zoey’s hand. “Whatever we win today is yours. Consider it a token of my apology.” “Zoey, please don’t be mad at me anymore.” She chuckled on the surface, but I bet she was cursing me internally. She said: “If only it were five million.” I said: “Sigh, where would we find luck like that?” After dropping Zoey off at home, I went to a payphone and called my mom. “Hey Mom, big news! My roommate Zoey won five million dollars in the lottery!” … “If you don’t believe me, ask her! But don’t mention the amount. It’s a huge sum, she wants to keep it secret!” … 4 The next day, I went to the bank and deposited $15 million into a high-yield savings account. I kept $5 million liquid. Then I invited an old guy friend I hadn’t seen in ages to lunch. While we were eating, Zoey sent me a screenshot with a question mark: [?] It was a text from my mom asking Zoey if she won the lottery. I laughed internally and replied: “Didn’t you win? But you know my mom, she loves to borrow money. Even ten bucks she’ll ask for. So whatever you do, don’t tell her you only won $500.” Information asymmetry is a powerful weapon. Zoey replied with an [OK] emoji. I secretly took a photo of my handsome friend and sent it to her: “Having lunch with my bro.” Zoey immediately asked for the address. Fifteen minutes later, Zoey, dressed to the nines, pushed open the door and exclaimed: “Lily! Fancy meeting you here. What a coincidence.” She turned her gaze to my friend. “And this is?” I stood up to introduce them. “This is Julian, a friend who just got back from studying in the States. His family owns the Julian Group. A proper rich second generation.” Then I said to Julian: “This is my roommate, Zoey. We live together.” Julian raised an eyebrow: “In that dump you rent for $1500 a month?” Zoey immediately pinched me and giggled at Julian: “We just moved to New York, funds are tight, so we found a small place to transition.” She paused, then added: “But my family owns property in Manhattan.” I knew she was lying, but I didn’t bust her. I invited her to sit and eat. During the meal, Zoey flirted heavily with Julian. They chatted enthusiastically and exchanged contacts. When I dropped a chopstick and bent down to pick it up, I saw Zoey’s leg rubbing against– Oh my eyes! After lunch, Julian offered to take Zoey for a spin in his Porsche Panamera. Playing hard to get, Zoey actually refused. After Julian left, Zoey suddenly grabbed my wrist, staring into my eyes. My brow twitched. Zoey whispered: “Lily, did you see the news? The city rezoned 4th Avenue. How is it so coincidental that your apartment is included?” “The news said compensation is over $1,000 per square foot. The $20 million should be in your account already, right?” 5 Crap! I didn’t expect Zoey to find out so fast! Thinking of how she blackmailed me in my past life, and then had my dad kill me even after getting the money, terror seized me. Was I going to repeat the same mistakes in this life? No! No! The game is already half played. I can’t stop now. I must move forward and make them all pay! Sheer willpower forced tears to my eyes instantly. I cried and threw myself into Zoey’s arms. “My… my dad stole my buyout money!” Zoey gasped: “He could steal that? How are you so useless?” I sobbed: “My dad threatened to beat me to death if I didn’t give it to him. I had no choice, I transferred it, woo woo woo…” “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get it back…” Zoey stared into space, muttering to herself. “Right, get it back…” While she was distracted, I grabbed her hand and cried: “Zoey, why don’t you marry my brother?” “My dad said the money is for my brother to buy a house and get a wife. The bride price is at least five million!” “Five million!” Zoey exclaimed. Clearly, she was very tempted. Greed flashed in her eyes. But then her phone lit up. It was Julian. Julian sent her a picture of his garage, filled with dozens of luxury cars, asking which color she liked. Damn it! Ruining my plan! I cursed internally. Zoey immediately pushed me away and said: “Lily, there’s no way I’m marrying into your family.” She picked up her phone to reply to Julian. She always knew my family’s financial situation. Poor and rural, she looked down on us. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the buyout money in my past life, Zoey would never have married my brother. I rolled my eyes and said to Zoey: “My brother asked for your WeChat a while ago. I’ll just reject him then.” Zoey paused her typing and said: “Just give it to him.” I beamed and immediately sent Zoey’s contact to my brother, Mike. “Your sister Zoey likes you, but she’s shy. Brother, you have to be proactive.” I attached some of Zoey’s racier photos from her “Friends Only” circle. Then I told Mike: “Aren’t you on summer break? Come visit your sister for a few days. Sister Zoey is here too.” “But listen, you are not allowed to ask her about winning five million. Don’t slip up.” … Then Julian messaged me. “Thanks for introducing the hottie, Lily. Let me know if you need any favors next time. (Grin)” Knowing Zoey wasn’t exactly a saint either, but worried my bro might get hurt, I planned to gently warn him. But Julian sent: “I’ll just have some fun with her, dump her when I’m bored.” Hmm… This is why I never introduced Julian to Zoey before. I knew he was a player and worried she’d get hurt. The protection I thought I was giving, Zoey didn’t care about. She hated me for hiding such a good resource. Now I just want to see how she juggles these two men when my brother arrives, just like in my past life. I definitely won’t let her win. 6 Two days later, my brother Mike arrived with bags of luggage, moving in. Since we lacked a spare room, he had to sleep on the living room sofa. Surprisingly, Zoey didn’t object. The night he arrived, Mike stepped onto my bed with his shoes on. “Sis, I’m out of money. Give me five grand.” I battled with my brother: “I don’t have money, but my roommate does. She won five million.” “Brother, if you make her your wife, that five million will definitely come with her as a dowry.” Mike’s eyes lit up. “Alright, Sis. Watch me.” For the next few days, Mike launched a frantic offensive on Zoey. Bringing her breakfast, accompanying her to work, texting her constantly. But with a top-tier rich kid like Julian in the picture, Zoey didn’t even look at Mike. She just kept him on the hook, lukewarm. From Julian’s Instagram, things were heating up. Angus steaks at luxury restaurants, night views from presidential suites… Every time she went out with Julian, Zoey came back decked out in new designer gear. This made Mike believe even more that she got rich from the lottery. Mike lusted after Zoey more and more. Unable to conquer her, he took it out on me. “You said she likes me! I feel like that b*tch is just playing me, dammit!” I comforted my brother: “Oh brother, you haven’t spent any real dough. How can you land a rich beauty like her?” Mike cursed: “So what do I do? Dad won’t give me money. Should I go sell myself?” I sneered internally, but mysteriously whispered: “You can get an online loan.” “Just log into a site, upload your ID, and tens of thousands will hit your card instantly.” My brother hesitated: “Will that work?” I said: “Think about it. Once you land her, that five million is yours! What’s a measly loan of a few tens of thousands?” “You gotta spend money to make money!” Mike thought about it and agreed. He asked me for several loan apps and lenders’ contacts and left happily. In the following days, Mike was suddenly rich. Flowers and gifts flowed to Zoey non-stop. I whispered to Zoey: “My parents heard my brother likes you and are very satisfied with you as a daughter-in-law.” “They sent my brother a huge sum of money, telling him he must win you over.” Zoey was stunned, covered her mouth in mock surprise, and comfortably accepted the new iPhone Pro Max. That night when Zoey came home, Mike had set up a candlelight dinner. With my encouragement, he confessed and timely presented a Hermès Birkin bag worth over ten grand. Zoey blushed. That night, Mike finally entered her room. And didn’t come out. As Julian’s good buddy, I immediately told him about Zoey’s antics with my brother behind his back. Finally, I asked him to pretend he didn’t know and keep stringing Zoey along for a while. Julian: [?] I said: [I want to prank her.] Julian didn’t ask much, just sent an OK hand gesture. Putting down the phone, I was moved to tears. In my past life, I drifted apart from Julian, but when I escaped and asked him for help, he flew back from the UK immediately. Sadly, when my family found out I called for help, they acted ruthlessly. I was gone. Julian tried desperately to investigate, but Zoey covered everything up perfectly. Later, he got together with Zoey, played her almost to death, then dumped her. He really was a brother who would go to hell and back for me, and send her to hell for me. My true bro!

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After five years of trying to win over the novel’s villain, he finally agreed to marry me. On our wedding day, the grand chandelier in the hall suddenly plummeted. In that split second, he shoved me aside violently to protect the trembling “white moonlight” heroine. His arm was sliced open, blood blooming on his white suit. But the heroine in his arms was completely unharmed. Clutching the gash on my neck, I finally accepted the fact that he didn’t love me. The System appeared and asked me: “Do you want to end the mission early?” I nodded. “Since his destiny is to have his limbs broken and live a fate worse than death because of her, I’ll let him have it.” 1 “Host, are you sure? Once confirmed, it cannot be reversed. There is no turning back.” The System sighed, sounding regretful. After all, the System was born from my wish. It sent me into this book when I was heartbroken over Julian Thorne’s fate, hoping I could change his ending. I held my neck, which was still oozing blood, feeling dizzy. “I tried my best…” Julian Thorne was the villain of this book. Unloved since childhood, his personality became twisted. As an adult, a mere crumb of kindness from the heroine was enough for him to walk through fire for her. In the end, he would have his limbs broken to save her, becoming a human stick, living a life worse than death. Spending five years in this world, I recorded his joys and sorrows, staying by his side to redeem him. Everyone knew I loved him. I was the only one who saw his dark side and didn’t fear it. At first, he was hostile, didn’t believe me, and only had eyes for the heroine. I knew he was cruel. When he deliberately pointed a knife at me, I stood still, letting him pierce the skin near my heart. His smirk froze, replaced by shock and confusion. I smiled and told him that he wasn’t the only one willing to sacrifice everything for someone he liked. I was too. I won the gamble. He personally took me to the hospital and stopped speaking harshly to me. He loved racing. I knew nothing about cars, but to make him smile, I worked multiple jobs, sleeping less than three hours a day, just to buy him a limited-edition helmet. In the fifth year, he went missing after a racing accident. I searched for him for a whole day without sleep. When he woke up and saw me, his eyes were red. He cupped my face, whispering intimately. He held me tight, as if wanting to merge me into his bones. Suppressing his sobs, I hugged him back, comforting him. After he was discharged, he immediately held my hand, his gaze heavy. “We’ll get married. If you want to leave then, you won’t be able to.” His voice was soft, carrying a hint of threat, but it left me stunned, unable to recover for a long time. My heartbeat deafened me, and my cheeks burned. After a long time, I squeezed his hand back, looking at him intently. “It’s a deal. We’re getting married!” That day, I started preparing everything for the wedding. From selecting the banquet hall to matching the smallest accessories on the dress, I handled everything. I was full of anticipation for the final result. I even invited the heroine to our wedding. I was confident enough to think Julian wouldn’t be obsessed with her anymore. But the moment the chandelier fell, my dream shattered. I clutched the wound the doctor had bandaged; it was still throbbing. I smiled bitterly, lowering my head to hide my tears. I took out my phone, told the wedding planner to cancel everything, then took off my wedding accessories, folded them, and sealed them away. I thought Julian and I had gone through hardships together, that I was special to him. But I still underestimated the power of the “white moonlight.” 2 No matter how long I stayed with him or how much I gave, as long as his white moonlight existed, I would lose completely. The System couldn’t help asking. “Host, do you really plan to go home?” I nodded. “You might as well tell me when I can go back.” “The tunnel will reopen in about a day. During this time, you can do whatever you want. Don’t leave with regrets.” I handed the bag in my hand to Julian’s sister, Mia, who had been relatively nice to me over the years. “After I leave, please burn this dress for me.” “I’m no longer qualified to wear it.” Mia clutched the bag, indignant. “My brother is really too much. I’m going to settle accounts with him right now and make him pay you a break-up fee before you go…” She turned to leave, but I stopped her. “No need.” She had seen how I treated her and Julian over the years. The improvement in her relationship with Julian was also thanks to my efforts. Just then, Julian appeared, clutching his freshly bandaged wound, his voice cold. “Where are you going?” I looked up at him. After only half a day, it felt like a lifetime. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him. In the dim light of a bar, he leaned against a table, drinking alone. He wore a windbreaker, tall and straight. His eyes were pitch black, the corners of his lips slightly curled, as if rejecting everyone. But with just one look, I was drawn to him, unable to look away. Over the years, I had seen many expressions in his eyes, but I had never seen the tenderness he showed Clara. My thoughts returned, and I spoke. “You heard wrong.” “I was just asking Mia to help me dispose of some unimportant things.” As I spoke, my gaze became unfocused, as if trying to convince myself. Yes. I came clean, so I should leave clean. Julian stared at me for a long time. Finding no fault in my words, he finally compromised and left. Right, this was the normal him. A man who was always taciturn with me, only speaking more when talking about Clara. Why would he really care where I was going? 3 Soon, the front door opened. I watched Clara ignore me and rush upstairs to find Julian. As if this were her home, treating me like air. I followed her upstairs. Just as she knocked, a “Get out” came from inside. Clara became more anxious. “Julian, it’s me…” Click. The door opened quickly. I realized the “Get out” was meant for me, mistaking Clara for me. Julian suppressed the desire in his eyes and asked: “Why are you here?” “Aren’t you afraid he’ll know you came to see me?” Tears instantly filled Clara’s eyes, her voice trembling. “He’s not with me yet; he can’t control me.” “After all, you got hurt because of me. How can I be at ease without seeing you recover?” I stood frozen. It felt like someone punched my heart; a dull ache spread. These words clearly treated me as dead. Even though I tried so hard to sever the connection between them, in their eyes, I was still just cannon fodder. Clara’s tears began to fall. “Don’t you want to see me?” Julian could no longer hold back. He hugged Clara tightly right in front of me. “I need you. I’ve always needed you.” I watched his red eyes, holding her like a lost treasure recovered. These words stabbed my heart viciously. So what about me? Have I been a joke all along? After they hugged enough, Clara started checking Julian’s wound, stroking it while sobbing. “Does it hurt?” Julian looked even more distressed, taking her hand from his neck and holding it in both of his. His eyes were tender and lingering. “Don’t be afraid, Clara. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Look, the doctor bandaged it well. As long as I change the dressing properly, I’ll be fine.” “…You should go back.” 4 Five years, and I had never heard such a gentle voice. Sure enough, only the heroine deserved it. I didn’t want to watch anymore and left carefully. Tears couldn’t be held back, dripping down my cheeks onto the floor. I sat in the living room for a long time, silently watching the clock on the wall count down. Luckily, there were only two days left before I could leave. I wouldn’t have to come back. After a long time, Clara came downstairs carefully. Her lips were redder than when she arrived. I looked away, pretending not to see. But Clara walked straight towards me, instructing me carefully. “Julian has fallen asleep. Be careful not to wake him.” “I’m busy lately and can’t come often. You must take care of him and don’t let him get hurt again.” “Although he has a bad temper, he is a good person. If he is mean to you, come to me, and I’ll seek justice for you.” She held my hand, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. I withdrew my hand calmly and couldn’t help but retort. “I am his fiancée. I don’t need you to say too much.” Her smugness became more obvious, and she sneered. “If I hadn’t let you, do you think you would have a chance to be with him?” “You take yourself too seriously. I am his white moonlight; you are just my backup.” “Do your job as a backup.” Strange. I thought I was thoroughly hurt. But there was no ripple in my heart. “Whether I’m a backup or not, you don’t need to say.” “At least, I am his fiancée. If we can’t get married this time, we can next time.” “You—!” Clara was furious, her voice rising. Then she took a deep breath and composed herself. “Hmph, you only win with words. I’m happy this time, I’ll let you win.” “Next time, I’ll make you roll out of this house.” 5 “Guess if Julian listens to me or you.” With that, she strode away, and the door slammed shut. I lost all strength, collapsing on the sofa, breathing heavily. Julian came down from upstairs and couldn’t help but accuse me. “Why do you have to argue with her? I just treat her like a sister…” My gaze fell on the redness at the corner of his mouth, and I couldn’t help but mock. “Looks like you two are really close.” He tried to explain, wiping the redness from his lips. “This was just an accident. Can you stop overthinking?” He walked over, looking at me with a heavy gaze. But this excuse was too pale. I couldn’t imagine how he “accidentally” got lipstick on his mouth. When I came to this world, I knew no one, only following him. Everyone thought I was crazy, shamelessly seducing Clara’s man without fear of biting back. He never explained anything, only said: “Don’t think about it. I won’t leave Clara to be with you wholeheartedly.” My eyes turned red, and I locked myself in my room, refusing to eat or drink, refusing to see Julian. He broke down the door and dragged me out, looking cold. “Do you think if you starve to death, I’ll look at you more? Eat something good instead.” I heard the implication in his words and took it as comfort. And just like that, I was coaxed. After that, no matter what others said, I remained indifferent. When people called me his simp, his expression didn’t change. Now he was worried I would suspect his white moonlight and forbade me from scolding her. I lowered my head and wiped away my tears. “You’re overthinking too. I didn’t think too much.” Julian looked at me questioningly. I continued. “Next time I see her, I’ll apologize.” In the middle of the night, I looked at the wound on my neck in the mirror and couldn’t help touching it again. It had been a whole day, and Julian hadn’t noticed such an obvious wound. As if he was certain I wouldn’t get hurt. That day was chaotic. Only Mia helped me up and took me to the hospital. “After so long, I thought my brother really loved you. Someone who hates being flashy invited so many people to his wedding.” “But you were right next to him, and he pushed you away to save Clara who was further away!” “It seems he doesn’t love you at all!”

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After Ethan Hunt left me at the altar, I moved abroad and started a new life. Five years later, his father passed away, and I returned to the States to pay my respects. At the airport, he bumped into me holding a child. “Is this… our daughter?” His eyes turned red, and he reached out to hug us. I shook my head and stepped back. “Mr. Hunt, you must be joking. How could we possibly have a child?” 1 Ethan Hunt and I were childhood sweethearts. Our parents were best friends, our family backgrounds and education matched perfectly. Naturally, shortly after graduating college, we got engaged. On our wedding day, right as we were reading our vows, Ethan suddenly turned to me. “I’m sorry. I don’t love you.” He was holding a microphone. Everyone heard it. The wedding, obviously, didn’t continue. The perpetrator strutted away, leaving me drowning in humiliation. Our families fell out completely, and my parents and I moved abroad. If my parents hadn’t heard about Ethan’s father passing away, I wouldn’t have come back. After all, they were friends for most of their lives, so my parents asked me to return and pay respects on their behalf. I just didn’t expect Ethan to come to the airport to pick me up. I hadn’t seen him in five years. He was as handsome as ever, but with a more mature air than before. In the past, my heart would race just seeing him. Now, my heart was still as a pond. “Long time no see, Mr. Hunt.” I held my daughter, Lily, and coaxed her to greet him. “Lily, be a good girl, say hi to Uncle Hunt.” She had just woken up, eyes groggy, and murmured in a baby voice, “Hi Uncle Hunt.” Then she leaned back on my shoulder and fell asleep. Ethan’s eyes suddenly reddened. He stumbled forward, almost crashing into me. “Is this… our daughter?” He asked with a trembling voice, reaching out as if to hug me or Lily. I quickly stepped back, putting distance between us. “Mr. Hunt, you must be joking. How could we possibly have a child?” 2 “Sophia, this is the child from back then, isn’t it?” Ethan seemed unable to understand human language, muttering nonsense to himself. I handed the child to the nanny, Mrs. Lee, behind me. Mrs. Lee had been taking care of Lily; having her around helped a lot. Besides Mrs. Lee, I also brought my assistant, Ava, to handle work matters. “Mr. Hunt, I am here on behalf of my parents to pay respects to your father. “We never got married, where would a child come from? I am married, please stop speaking such strange things.” Although five years had passed, the blow of Ethan leaving me at the altar was significant. I really couldn’t muster a polite tone with him. Ethan couldn’t take it. He asked confusedly, “Why ‘Mr. Hunt’? You used to call me Ethan.” “I was too young back then, now I know I was wrong. “Sophia, you’ve worked hard raising the child alone for five years. From now on, I won’t let you down.” Sitting in the car, Ethan kept talking to himself. I thought he was seriously delusional. So I got out and squeezed into the other car with Mrs. Lee and Ava. Thinking about it, I opened the door again. “Ethan Hunt, I am married. You are also married. Please watch your words in the future, don’t drag me into your mess.” After saying that, I was about to close the door. Ethan suddenly grabbed my hand. “Sophia, you still care about Claire and me. “I can divorce her.” When you are speechless to a certain degree, you really just have to laugh. I slammed the door shut and left. Back then, to marry me, he wanted to be with Claire forever. Now that he married his true love, he’s still not satisfied. What a scumbag. 3 My family’s villa in the suburbs was very close to the Hunt’s. Because our villa hadn’t been lived in for years and no one maintained it, it wasn’t habitable for now. So, we stayed at the Hunt’s villa. Originally, we wanted to stay in a hotel downtown, but we had to go to the cemetery the next day. Going back and forth was too troublesome, so we decided to make do for one night. Ethan’s mother pulled me aside and chattered about the past. In the end, she lamented that Ethan had wronged me. “Sophia, would you still be willing to be the Hunt family’s—” Daughter-in-law? Whoever wants it can have it. I quickly interrupted, “I forgot to let you see my daughter.” “Daughter?” As we spoke, Mrs. Lee brought Lily out from the room. Lily obediently called her “Grandma Hunt,” which delighted Mrs. Hunt so much she picked her up and looked her over. “She looks like you. Just like you when you were little, so lovable.” After Mrs. Hunt finished, Lily tilted her head and looked at her. “I like Grandma Hunt too.” Saying that, she planted a big kiss on Mrs. Hunt’s cheek. This little girl was just like her dad, a smooth talker. She made Mrs. Hunt beam with joy. Ethan, who had been standing aside watching for who knows how long, suddenly interjected: “She looks like Sophia, beautiful. Her brain must be like mine, smart.” He reached out and lovingly touched Lily’s braided pigtails. Lily dodged, frowning at him, looking unhappy: “Why should I be like you? My daddy is the smartest, the most amazing.” I also didn’t like Ethan touching Lily, so I immediately signaled Mrs. Lee to take the child away. Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Mrs. Hunt tried to smooth things over: “So Sophia is married. Such a pity your Uncle Hunt and I couldn’t attend. “Where is he from? Why didn’t you bring him back to meet us this time?” Our families hadn’t been in contact for five years, so naturally, I didn’t notify them of my wedding. Besides, when I got married, I only invited our parents. “Mom!” Ethan said unhappily. “How could Sophia be married? Lily is my child.” He turned to me again. “Sophia, I wronged you back then, but the child is innocent. She can’t grow up without a father.” I didn’t know where Ethan’s obsession came from, and I didn’t care to know. I stood up and smiled at Mrs. Hunt. “I’m a bit tired today, I’ll go rest first.” I explained so many times that I was married and the child wasn’t his, but this idiot just wouldn’t believe it. Ethan wanted to chase after me but was stopped by Mrs. Hunt. Behind me, the sound of their argument could be heard. “Enough! Haven’t you caused enough trouble for Sophia? “She’s married! Don’t you dare harass her again!” 4 Back in the room, I turned off airplane mode on my phone. Hundreds of messages and calls popped up instantly. “Wifey, wait for me to take Lily to visit my alma mater!” “Wifey, why are you ignoring me?” “Wifey, are you tired of me already—” … I called back immediately, and a man’s aggrieved complaint sounded from the other end. “You only remembered me now. No love left.” I laughed. “No, I was chatting with the elders of the Hunt family and lost track of time.” Julian Thorne sounded like he was facing a great enemy. “You didn’t chat with that guy, did you?” That guy… meaning Ethan. I rolled my eyes. I really wanted to complain to Julian about Ethan’s psychotic behavior. “What is there to say to him? By the way, when can you come back to the States?” Julian thought for a moment. “I’ll fly over immediately after the shareholders’ meeting tomorrow.” We chatted on the phone for a while. The room was a suite. Lily and I slept in the inner room, Mrs. Lee in the outer one. Ava was in the guest room downstairs. Mrs. Lee was telling Lily a bedtime story. I instructed her to watch Lily closely these few days and not let anyone near her. “Especially Ethan Hunt. Don’t let him near Lily.” If I knew Ethan was this crazy, I wouldn’t have brought Lily back. When Ethan ran away from the wedding five years ago, he claimed he loved someone else. My wedding dress was huge and heavy, and I chased after Ethan’s resolute back in humiliation. Finally, I grabbed his sleeve. So many eyes were staring at me then—mocking, pitying gazes that felt like knives slicing me. Tears ruined my exquisite makeup. Through blurry eyes, I begged him to stay. At least, don’t let my parents and me lose face in front of so many people. Ethan just shook me off in disgust. He said, “Don’t do this. Being clingy only makes me hate you more. “I’m going to pursue my own happiness.” So I let go of Ethan and let him leave. The words were still fresh in my memory. I never thought Ethan would pester me like a lunatic after I returned. Simply bad luck. 5 My phone rang again suddenly. A strange number. I picked up, it was Ethan. “Mom gave me your number. Can we talk?” “Nothing to talk about.” The number I gave Mrs. Hunt was a temporary one for my return trip, so it didn’t matter if Ethan knew it. As soon as I hung up, a text came. “I’ve been thinking about you for the five years you disappeared. “Reading the diary you wrote, I realized the biggest mistake I made was missing you…” Thinking about it, I blocked the number. Too annoying. The next morning, our group headed to the cemetery. Since Lily was still young, I left Ava and Mrs. Lee at the villa to take care of her. Among the people at the cemetery were old acquaintances of my parents. I spent some time greeting them. Learning that I was married abroad and had a baby, they were all curious about who the husband was. During the conversation, a female voice interrupted inappropriately. “Why did I hear Ethan say the child is his?” Claire took off her sunglasses and smirked at me. “Long time no see. Coming back this time to use the child to win back Ethan’s heart? “Actually, you don’t have to go through all that trouble. If you want him, I’ll let you have him.” Here it was again, that sense of public humiliation. In the past, I would have been furious at Claire’s words. Now, I just smiled. “You’re too kind. Unlike you, I don’t specialize in recycling trash.” Claire’s face stiffened slightly, but she recovered quickly. “Heard you’re staying at the Hunt’s. Getting ready to bring the child back to the family?” Some people just push their luck. If I kept denying it now, it would seem suspicious. So I ignored Claire directly and said politely to the others, “My husband should be arriving tonight. We can gather tomorrow.” The old acquaintances naturally agreed. The ceremony began, and everyone dispersed. Claire was relentless, chattering behind me, “Really married? Does your husband know about your past? “Does he know you chased another man relentlessly?” 6 My university was next to Ethan’s. In college, our parents set the engagement. Claire was Ethan’s classmate in the same major. The first time I heard the name Claire was when Ethan compared us. That day he forgot my birthday. I pretended to be angry and asked him to come out and have dinner with me. Ethan suddenly got angry, saying I always troubled him with trivial matters. “I promised Claire to work on our social practice project today. You called me out just to eat? “Can you be a little more mature?” In Ethan’s mouth, Claire was a very cool girl. Smart, ambitious, hardworking. I felt wronged and punched him lightly. “Who is your girlfriend anyway?” Ethan apologized then. He explained that the assignment was important, which was why he lost his temper. Growing up, I was always chasing after Ethan. In my heart, he was a brother, a friend, and a lover. So him coaxing me made me happy enough, and I didn’t pursue the matter of him and Claire. I didn’t pay attention to Claire until the end of the second semester of sophomore year. Ethan said he was busy reviewing and would contact me after the break. I missed him so much I sneaked over to his school to see him. He wasn’t in the dorm, nor the library. I saw him on the playground, walking with a strange girl. Somehow, the name “Claire” suddenly popped into my mind. The evening glow reddened my eyes. I chased after them and asked, “Is this your so-called reviewing?” Ethan was a bit panicked. He instinctively shielded Claire behind him. “What are you imagining now?” Ethan frowned. “Is it wrong for me to discuss knowledge points with a classmate? “Sophia, you’re suffocating me.” 7 “Suffocating” was the word Ethan used to describe his parents. The Hunt family elders were strict with Ethan. From childhood, whether it was daily routine or social interactions, his parents arranged everything for him. Perhaps because of the strict control at home, Ethan became increasingly distant and cold to others. He had few friends and could only confide in me when he felt wronged. Saying confide, it was actually just him occasionally showing me his vulnerable side. But this made me think I had a place in his heart. He once said he was most relaxed and happy when he was with me. I didn’t react on the surface, but inside I was blooming with joy. This mutual secret crush, I thought he liked me too. In the end, Ethan said I made him feel suffocated. For a moment, I panicked. Clearly Ethan was wrong, but I panicked. I was afraid I really made him feel suffocated, after all, I looked forward to a future with him so much. But I also had my dignity. Since Ethan dared to hurt me with words to protect another girl, there was no need for this relationship to continue. I proposed a breakup then. Ironically, Ethan came to me with roses that night to apologize. He explained earnestly that he and that classmate Claire were only discussing academic matters. Since then, Claire seemed to disappear from Ethan’s world. I never heard him mention her again. Until the wedding ceremony five years ago. Ethan said, “I want to pursue my own happiness. Claire is my happiness.” Only then did I know that while dating me, Ethan was also warming Claire. To some extent, Ethan was good at disguising. He pretended for so many years, and then destroyed all the beauty at my happiest moment. I asked him why he chose the wedding day. Ethan said, “Claire is insecure. She can only be assured if there is absolutely no possibility of us being together.” Because of such a ridiculous reason, I had to endure so much gossip.

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On the twentieth day of Bella Sterling’s silent treatment, she posted an Instagram story holding hands with the school’s star quarterback, fingers interlaced. I silently changed my college application from our hometown university to one in Seattle, thousands of miles away. At a party, her friend teased, “Leo, if you don’t start groveling, Bella’s really going to date someone else.” I whispered a small apology. Bella smirked. “Whatever. Go back and pack your bags. We’re heading to campus together tomorrow for orientation.” I mumbled an agreement. Bella didn’t know I had already bought a train ticket to Seattle for tonight. 1 I am the son of the Sterling family’s housekeeper. When I was seven, I moved into the small room on the first floor of their estate. My job was to take care of Bella Sterling’s every need. For ten whole years, she became a mission carved into my bones. I was obedient and docile. Mrs. Sterling often praised me. But Bella hated me. The first time we met, she stood on the grand staircase in a white princess dress, looking like a porcelain doll. I wore dusty jeans with holes in the knees, staring blankly at everything. The disgust in her eyes was unmistakable. Mrs. Sterling introduced me. “This is Leo Hart, Mrs. Hart’s son. His father ran off, and they have nowhere to go, so they’re staying with us.” She turned and went upstairs without a word. Mrs. Sterling told me my job was to look after Bella. My mom also warned me that the Sterling family was special and it wasn’t easy for us to stay. “Speak less, do more, and never make Bella angry.” I knew Bella didn’t like me, so to survive here, I tried to make myself invisible. Every day, I quietly organized her clothes and cleaned her room. For the first three months, Bella didn’t say a word to me. That year, she got sick. Mrs. Sterling was in a bad mood and traveling abroad. The family doctor prescribed medicine, but she still coughed all night. I remembered the pear and peppercorn soup my grandma used to make me. When I brought it to her, Bella looked at it with utter disdain. “Leo Hart, are you trying to poison me with some weird country remedy?” I said timidly, “It’s not poison. This pear soup is good for coughing.” Bella looked annoyed. “If it doesn’t work, will you get the hell out of my house?” I froze, standing aside, afraid to breathe. Bella scoffed and drank it. The next morning, her cough was better. 2 Before elementary school registration, my mom found me a boarding school. It was far away, meaning I could only come back on weekends. I was relieved. Away from the Sterling house, my mom wouldn’t be in a difficult position, and I wouldn’t have to face Bella’s moods. But while I was packing, my mom ran to me, out of breath. Mrs. Sterling wanted me to go to the same private elementary school as Bella. So I could take care of her at school. I whispered, “Can I not go?” My mom grabbed my shoulders. “Leo, are you stupid? Bella’s school is the best in the city. People would kill to get in.” I looked down and said nothing. 3 From then on, I became Bella’s shadow. I followed Bella from elementary school through high school. Getting her lunch, carrying her backpack, doing her homework. Everyone knew I was the tail she couldn’t shake. In middle school, she made a bunch of friends. I was the tail lagging far behind the group. Always monitoring Bella’s mood, Bella’s needs. Her friends said I was her loyal admirer. If Bella told me to go North, I wouldn’t dare go South. The only constant was Bella’s disdain for me. In ninth grade, Bella went out and stained her favorite dress. She dragged me out of bed in the middle of the night to hand-wash it. I was wearing only boxers, blushing furiously. Bella scoffed unnaturally, “With a body like that, who’d want to look?” Teenage insecurity quietly took root. Junior year of high school, the academic pressure was immense. I was drowning in practice exams day and night. On a whim, Bella wanted to eat my cooking. She made me cook dinner every night and pack it for her lunch the next day. I would finish my homework, cook for her until midnight, and wake up early to wait for her to go to school. At noon, I would heat the food and bring it to her. Her friend hugged her and said, “Nice, Bella. Your little house-husband cooks for you.” Bella’s face turned cold instantly. She tossed the food I heated to her desk mate like it was garbage. I said nothing, waited for them to finish, washed the lunch box, and went back to my practice exams. That year, I hit a growth spurt. My gym shorts became too tight. But I couldn’t skip class. I wasn’t Bella. During gym, she rested on the other side of the court, and the teacher said nothing. When I ran, my tight shorts attracted whistles. I slowed down involuntarily. Chloe Vance from the next class passed by and handed me her uniform jacket. It caused a stir. I had seen her at the opening ceremony. Her family’s business was famous. She was gentle, polite, and top of the class in both looks and grades. “Wear it. You still have half a mile to run.” I hesitated but took it. Later, a rumor spread that I was shameless, trying to seduce Chloe by wearing her jacket. In the front row, Bella kicked her desk hard. Bang. Everyone shut up. That night, Bella didn’t wait for me. She said since I was so capable, I should ask Chloe to drive me home. I sighed and took out change for the bus. Unexpectedly, Chloe was on the bus too. She was quietly listening to vocabulary tapes and waved at me. I sat next to her. Chloe took off her headphones. I knew the jacket incident caused her trouble too, so I whispered an apology. Chloe smiled indifferently. “Leo, ignore the rumors. Just focus on studying. “College entrance exams are in two and a half years. Have you thought about where you want to go?” Chloe had a pure, beautiful look, completely different from Bella’s cold arrogance. I was stunned. Which university did I want to go to? I had never thought about it. I only thought about how to improve my scores. I didn’t have money for cram school. My mom borrowed Bella’s notes for me. I had to admit Bella was smarter than me. She understood things instantly. I needed repeated practice to understand. Her notes were very helpful. My mom told me to apply to wherever Bella applied. Her family had money and resources; her choice wouldn’t be wrong. I didn’t know which university Bella would choose. Chloe smiled faintly. “Think about it. The school you really want to go to.” When I got home, my mom said Bella wouldn’t be back for dinner. She asked where she went. I shook my head and said I didn’t know. Bella came back in the early hours of the morning. Her expression was cold, and there was some blood on her hand. She glanced at me indifferently and went upstairs. I whispered asking if she needed medicine. Bella didn’t answer and went upstairs. I continued researching different universities online. This was the first time. I clearly felt that I could leave Bella and have a place I truly wanted to go. Later, I asked my mom uneasily if she ever thought about leaving the Sterling family. After all, we couldn’t live here forever. She was a bit lost too, saying she had been working for the Sterlings since divorcing my dad. Although Bella had a weird temper sometimes, Mrs. Sterling was easy to get along with. Over the years, I never saw Bella’s father in the villa. I only knew from fragments of information that Bella’s family company was huge, and her father was busy. Her parents had a loveless marriage of convenience. After she was born, her father got a girlfriend. Mrs. Sterling raised Bella, but she traveled often besides working, leaving my mom to look after the house. My mom said she planned to work until I graduated college, then take the money to start a small business. I asked if she considered leaving after I graduated high school. She silently patted my head and said nothing. 4 After the jacket incident, Bella tortured me every night in different ways. Fetching water, organizing her desk. Changing sheets, hand-washing new clothes. I could only be thankful that my room was far from my mom’s, so she wouldn’t worry. If Bella didn’t sleep, I couldn’t sleep. I had to keep moving in front of her. A few times, I fell asleep from exhaustion. I woke up on the sofa in Bella’s room. By the time I got up, Bella was gone. I took the bus back and forth, which took longer, but I felt lighter. I wished I could offend Bella completely so she would ignore me forever. Currently impossible, of course. I could only use studying as an excuse to stop spending time pleasing her. A week later, Bella had an aerobics competition. Usually, I would buy drinks and prepare her clothes. This time I didn’t go. I memorized vocabulary in the classroom. My mom called, saying Bella was in a bad mood. Mrs. Sterling asked me to take care of her and ordered boba tea to the basketball court for me to pick up. I took the boba and sat on the sidelines. Some classmates were laughing and discussing. “See? I told you he couldn’t resist. Bella ignores him, and he panics.” “A simp has to know his place. He pretended for a few days but couldn’t hold it.” I said nothing. On the court, Bella moved gracefully, drawing cheers. After finishing, she gave me a deep look, signaling me to distribute the boba. I gave it to the others first. The last cup was for Bella. She leaned back on her hands, looking at me with a nasty gaze. I handed her the boba, facing everyone’s mockery. I whispered, “Bella, your boba.” Bella didn’t look at me, her tone casual. “Bring it here. I sprained my hand. It hurts.” I put the straw in and handed it to her. Bella lowered her head and took two sips. Her friends whistled at her. She smiled indifferently. I really didn’t understand why she did this. Until I turned around and saw Chloe sitting opposite us. Was she competing with Chloe? Both had good family backgrounds. Both were top tier in looks and grades. Comparison was inevitable. I didn’t expect Bella, who never paid attention to others, to start noticing Chloe. I didn’t think too much and, following Bella’s instructions, held the boba to her lips. At least if Bella was in a good mood, she wouldn’t torment me, and I could sleep.

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My family went bankrupt, so the “fake heiress,” Chloe, and I were sent to the wealthy Sterling brothers to pay off the debt. I ended up with the older brother, Julian. She ended up with the younger brother, Caleb. We were living the life of kept women. Even a quick trip for boba tea was enough time to complain about our sugar daddies’ endless energy at night. Later, Caleb’s “white moonlight” first love was returning to the States. Chloe asked, “Are you running?” Me: “I’m down for whatever. It’s up to you.” Chloe: “You go first or me?” Me: “Let’s go together.” As a result, we were caught red-handed that very night because we were too conspicuous. The older billionaire brother sneered, “He has a first love returning. I don’t. Why are you running?” 1 My family went bankrupt, and Chloe and I were sent to the powerful Sterling family in New York to pay off the debt. I was with Julian, the older brother. She was with Caleb, the younger brother. Life at the Sterling estate was pretty good. The brothers treated us surprisingly similarly. The monthly allowance was generous, but they barely looked at us. We were happy with the arrangement. Even a quick trip for boba tea was enough time to complain about our sugar daddies’ endless energy at night. But recently, Chloe seemed distracted during our venting sessions. I poked her arm. “What’s wrong? Did Caleb keep you up all night again?” She snapped back to reality and sighed. “Caleb’s ‘white moonlight’ is coming back.” I let out an “Ah.” I couldn’t really complain about this topic. Because on this point, the brothers were different. Julian had always been the ascetic type. Rumor had it that before me, there wasn’t even a female mosquito around him. Caleb was similar. But rumor had it there was always a first love he couldn’t forget. Chloe continued to sigh. “I think I should leave, to avoid running into her.” I took a sip of my milk tea. “Where to? I’ll go with you.” Chloe seemed to make up her mind suddenly. “I’m planning to run away. Are you in?” I didn’t hesitate. “If you run, I run.” Actually, Julian treated me pretty well. But sisters before misters. Who cares if he’s good or not? Chloe looked relieved. “So, you go first or me?” I thought about it. “Let’s go together.” Although Julian didn’t have a “white moonlight,” who knows if an arranged marriage partner would pop up someday? I should indeed plan ahead and take this opportunity to run away together. Chloe immediately agreed. “Okay! Let’s run together!” Next, she roughly outlined the escape plan: “I’ll be responsible for buying tickets and preparing supplies for the escape. You’re responsible for making the plan.” She paused. “If you slack off on the planning like before, don’t even think about coming with me!” Saying this, she clenched her fist, the threat obvious. I nodded frantically. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll do it tonight. I’ll make a PowerPoint and a text version!” After all, this wasn’t a normal trip. I had to be serious. Getting my assurance, Chloe nodded in satisfaction. 2 That night, back at the estate, we tacitly rejected our sugar daddies’ invitations for intimacy. She said she had a stomachache; I said I was dizzy. Watching the two men leave, I scrambled out of bed, opened my laptop, and started typing out the escape plan furiously. Halfway through, Julian came back with medicine, and I quickly jumped back into bed to play dead. He reached out and touched my forehead, murmuring, “Why are you sweating?” He tried to pull down the covers for me. I pulled them tighter, pretending to be cold. Julian checked my temperature again and found it had gone down a bit. Only then did he leave with relief. As soon as he closed the door, I took out the overheating laptop from under the covers. I was sweating buckets, but I didn’t care. I opened the laptop and continued writing. Throughout the night, Julian came to check on me every so often. As soon as he entered, I closed the laptop and pretended to sleep. Repeating this until dawn, I finally finished. I hit save, tossed the laptop aside, and fell into a deep sleep. 3 When I woke up again, Chloe was sitting by my bed. She looked even more haggard than me. Seeing me awake, she immediately reached out for the escape plan. I opened the laptop to show her. And asked, “Why do you look so bad?” Chloe scrolled through the screen and sighed faintly. “That idiot Caleb saw through my act, so he dragged me to do that all night.” Saying this, her suppressed anger flared up again. “Damn it, if I don’t run, I’ll die sooner or later.” I was drowsy. She finally finished reading and sent the plan to her own laptop. I yawned and asked, “Are you ready on your end? When do we run?” Chloe’s eyes were cold. “I heard that ‘white moonlight’ is coming back in three days. The Sterling brothers will both attend the welcome party.” “Running away that night is perfect.” I nodded. “Okay, whatever you say.” Whatever she said went. Chloe returned the laptop to me. “We’ll finalize the remaining details when they’re not around. I’m going back to sleep.” As soon as she closed the door, I covered myself with the quilt and continued sleeping. I slept until Julian came back. He took off his watch and touched my forehead again. “How are you today? The maid said you slept all day.” His hand was a bit cold, and I flinched. “I’m better.” With Chloe’s lesson in mind, I was afraid he would see through my act. Julian started unbuttoning his shirt. “Then sleep early.” I had PTSD from his unbuttoning action. I was so scared I stuttered, “Um, actually I’m not fully recovered yet. Let’s just sleep properly.” Julian reacted for two seconds, raising an eyebrow. “If we don’t sleep properly, what else are you planning to do?” What else could we do? He knew perfectly well. I blushed and covered my head with the quilt again. “Nothing, just sleep, sleep.” Julian didn’t say anything more. He reached out and pulled me into his arms, falling asleep quickly. Having slept all day, I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. My mind was full of the escape plan and where it needed improvement. Staring until dawn, I finally felt sleepy. I could only hear Julian getting up; my eyes wouldn’t open at all. I don’t know how long passed, but he leaned over and kissed my forehead, and then there was no movement in the room. To lower the brothers’ vigilance, Chloe and I canceled our afternoon tea vent sessions. We stayed in our rooms every day to perfect the plan. Finally, the day the “white moonlight” returned arrived. 4 Early in the morning, Chloe picked a fight with Caleb over some excuse. Then she locked herself in her room, refusing to open the door even when I called. Caleb was convinced she was throwing a tantrum and stormed out in anger. My gaze fell on Julian, who was leisurely drinking tea on the sofa, and I was secretly anxious. Didn’t he say he was going to the welcome party? Why wasn’t he leaving yet? If he didn’t leave, we would miss our flight. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Finally, Julian stood up. I was delighted and prepared to tell him to be careful on the road. Unexpectedly, Julian glanced at me and frowned. “Why haven’t you changed yet?” I froze. “Huh?” He looked at his watch. “Aren’t you going to the welcome party tonight?” Of course not! Feeling his gaze, I had a flash of inspiration and squeezed out two tears. “I’m feeling a bit unwell again today, so I won’t go.” I thought saying this would be enough. But Julian paused putting on his jacket. “Then change your clothes. I’ll take you to the hospital.” I was so anxious I almost caught fire. I waved my hands repeatedly. “No, no, no, I don’t need to go to the hospital. Just sleeping a bit will do.” Julian’s tone brooked no refusal. “No, you’ve been feeling bad for so many days. You must get checked.” I shook my head. “The welcome party is important. You go ahead, we can go to the hospital when you come back.” By the time he came back, Chloe and I would have successfully escaped. Julian didn’t buy it at all. “It’s just an irrelevant person. Go get checked first. Be good.” Seeing that he was really going to drag me out, I quickly grabbed the sofa armrest. “Actually… actually I lied to you. I’m not sick.” Julian clearly didn’t believe it. He loosened his grip a little but looked displeased. “No matter what you say, you must go for a checkup today.” I broke out in a cold sweat. Thinking for a moment, I grabbed his sleeve. “I really am not sick. I just want to stay home with Chloe. She’s very sad today, and I’m worried about her.” Julian looked at me suspiciously. I continued, “You know, she’s one of the most important people to me in this world. I don’t want to leave her alone.” Julian probably remembered the romantic entanglement between the “white moonlight” and Caleb. He let go of my hand and nodded. “Alright then, keep her company.” I was overjoyed. I threw myself at him and kissed his lips. “You’re so good. Drink less tonight. Bye!” Julian held my waist and looked down. “She’s one of the most important people. Who are the others?” Actually, there were no others. Chloe was the closest person to me. But I didn’t mind coaxing him to make him relax his vigilance. “Of course, it’s you! Just the two of you, no one else.” The corners of Julian’s mouth turned up. “Smooth talker.” He lowered his head and kissed me. My legs went so weak I could barely stand. Afraid he would lose control, I quickly pushed him. “You’re going to be late. Go quickly.” Only then did Julian let me go. “Don’t sleep tonight.” To send him away, I dared to agree to anything. Watching his car disappear from the courtyard, I breathed a sigh of relief. Taking steps two at a time, I went upstairs to find Chloe. 5 Just as I knocked on the door, Chloe quickly opened it a crack and pulled me inside. I looked at the four huge suitcases in front of me and fell into contemplation. “You… are running away with this?” With such cumbersome luggage, we’d be caught as thieves before even leaving the Sterling house, right? Chloe clapped her hands, not thinking anything was wrong. “Yeah. Taking these things saves us money later.” “Once we’re out, we can’t use their cards. We have to save where we can, right?” I was silent. “…” Whatever, as long as she was happy. We dragged the suitcases downstairs while the servants were eating dinner. But because the boxes were too heavy, they made quite a bit of noise. I had a flash of inspiration and pretended to be angry. “Buying all this junk every day! I’m going to throw it out for you!” Meeting my eyes, Chloe instantly understood what I meant. She dragged the suitcase and walked quickly towards the outside. “Don’t act like the lady of the house with me!” “Fine! Throw it!” “I’ll help you throw it!” The servants stared dumbfounded at our sisterly feud, unable to react for a long time. Seizing the opportunity, I also walked outside. “Fine, I’ll throw it all away for you!” We pretended to argue all the way out of the villa. I put the two suitcases in my hand next to the trash can and pulled Chloe into the car we had booked in advance. Chloe looked back every three steps. “Wait, my stuff!” I yanked her. “What stuff! Leaving it there makes them believe we were really fighting!” Only in this way could we buy time to escape. Otherwise, they would see through it before we even left the villa area. Chloe adjusted instantly. “Right! Trash should be thrown away with trash men!” We didn’t dare delay at all. Once inside the airport, we dug out clothes from the suitcases and changed. While changing, I urged her, “Hurry up! Before they come back from the party, we have to transfer a few times!” Chloe in the stall didn’t respond for a long time. I thought she was waiting for me outside, so I tidied my clothes and walked out. But as soon as I left the restroom, I saw Julian standing not far away, his expression cold. My brain crashed on the spot. Before Julian came over, I put on my hoodie hood and tried to slip away with my head down. Just a few steps along the wall, someone grabbed my hood. I shivered and buried my head lower. Wait, how did he catch up so fast? Shouldn’t he still be drinking at the party right now? I looked down. Julian reached out and pinched my chin, forcing me to look up. He spoke with a half-smile, “Faking illness, acting coquettish, refusing to go out with me… was this your plan all along?” I dared not answer, nor look at him. Determined to play dead. Julian took a deep breath, his tone softening slightly. “Tell me, why run?” “What made you unhappy?” I whispered, “I don’t know.” Running with my sister, did I need a reason? Julian repeated, “Don’t know?” I felt guilty. “She ran, so I ran…” Anyway, I couldn’t leave Chloe. Julian laughed in anger. “She ran because my brother has a ‘white moonlight.’ I don’t. Why are you running with her?” I didn’t dare make a sound. Julian’s tone grew heavier. “Speak!” I shivered, about to cry. “I can’t betray my sister. She’s running, what would I stay for?” Julian didn’t expect this answer. He was so angry his breathing became heavy. After a long time, he adjusted his mood. “Go home.” I spoke cautiously, “Can I have my phone back first?” Since coming out of the restroom, I hadn’t seen Chloe. Nor Caleb. So she should still have a chance to escape. I wanted to text her, remind her to change her route. Julian glanced at me. “Want to tip her off?” I shook my head decisively. “No! I just want to check the time.” Julian extended his wrist in front of me, letting me look at his watch. “Look.” I choked on old blood. I grabbed his hand and put it down. “Just let me use the phone for a second, please.” Julian wrapped his arm around my waist, his tone cold. “No need. She was caught too.” He paused, staring at me with a sneer. “Her fate tonight shouldn’t be better than yours.” I panicked instantly. “What are you going to do?” “It’s clearly your brother being ambiguous with someone else. What’s wrong with Chloe running?” “Neither of you brothers is any good!” The more I spoke, the more agitated I got, watching Julian’s face darken. But since things had come to this, I might as well let my mouth be happy before I die. I was full of imposing manner. “What are you staring at? Let us go if you have the guts!” Julian tightened his grip, leaning close to my ear. He sneered in a voice only we could hear, “I don’t have the guts to let you go. But I have the guts to kill you in bed tonight.” My face instantly turned pale. Trembling, I said, “I withdraw. I didn’t say anything.” I got too carried away just now and forgot Julian wasn’t a good person either! Julian’s expression didn’t change. “Too late.” 6 Tormented by Julian all night, I woke up with a voice so hoarse I couldn’t speak. Supporting myself on the wall with trembling legs, I walked shakily to Chloe’s room. She looked bad, her eyes swollen. I took out the bank cards hidden in the lining of my pajamas. “These were all given to me by Julian. Transfer them to your account. You run first this time, don’t worry about me.” Last night I tentatively asked Julian why he found us so quickly. He said it was because two people together were too conspicuous. Plus, two inseparable people suddenly quarreling and dragging suitcases away from home was even more conspicuous. Almost the moment the servants called to report, he figured out why. Thinking about how I lied to him yesterday made him even angrier. I shook my head, shaking out the useless thoughts. I looked at Chloe seriously. “You run yours. When you settle down, I’ll find a way to meet you.” Originally I ran away just because I didn’t want to be separated from Chloe. So if she ran, I ran. But after last night, I made up my mind completely. I can’t stay by Julian’s side for long! Chloe’s eyes reddened. She shook her head. “Can’t run. Caleb took all my documents.” I hurriedly pulled tissues to wipe her tears and asked what happened. Chloe sniffled. “He said I had no right to be jealous of a ‘white moonlight’ and could only stay by his side for the rest of my life.” I clenched my fists. Damn scumbag. Thinking for a moment, I looked into Chloe’s eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the documents for you.” Chloe couldn’t hold it back anymore, hugged me and cried loudly. I sighed and patted her back.

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The second day after I returned to the States, I was dragged to a college reunion by my old classmates. There, I met my first love, Ethan Cole, whom I hadn’t seen in five years. In front of everyone, he pulled out a diamond ring and proposed. The private room erupted in cheers. Everyone assumed I would immediately say yes with gratitude. After all, I was the one who chased Ethan shamelessly back in the day. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. At our graduation ceremony, Ethan publicly accused me of plagiarizing my thesis for another woman. He even used fake evidence to accuse me of cheating on exams and bullying classmates. In the end, the university revoked my diploma, and I was kicked out of the ceremony under the watchful eyes of the entire school. After that day, I left the country alone. Now that I’m back, his best friend tells me: “After you left, Ethan used his family connections to get your diploma back for you.” “Even though you did so many wrong things, he never forgot you. He’s been waiting for you. He said as long as you’re willing, you’ll always be his wife.” 1 “Chloe, I’m talking to you! Are you listening?” “You know better than anyone how much Ethan hates relying on the Cole family. He didn’t use a cent of their money when he started his business. But for your diploma, he bowed to his father!” As soon as I appeared, Ethan’s best friend, Mark, sat next to me and bombarded me with words. He looked impatient, yet somewhat urgent. The eyes of the other classmates in the room were all on me—some curious, some mocking. Honestly, hearing the name “Ethan Cole” again after five years felt strange. My once passionate love for him had long been drowned in the torrent of time. Five years ago, I left the country without a word. So very few people back home knew I was already married. I didn’t know if Mark was saying these things on his own accord or if someone put him up to it. But it didn’t matter anymore. I pursed my lips and spoke slowly: “Ethan and I are ancient history. What you’re saying to me today has no meaning.” Not just Mark, but everyone present looked at me in shock, as if they hadn’t expected this answer. After all, I had chased Ethan passionately and crazily for three whole years. The commotion almost alerted the school board. Rain or shine, I delivered hot breakfast to Ethan every day. When his stomach acted up, I ran through a snowstorm to every pharmacy in the city just to buy him medicine. Whenever a girl confessed to Ethan, I was the first to appear and declare sovereignty. When he wanted to start a business but lacked funds, I not only gave him all my savings but also sold the 18th birthday gift my parents gave me—a vintage Cartier watch. Where no one could see, I, who had never suffered a day in my life, ate instant ramen for a whole semester. Finally, under my relentless efforts, Ethan agreed to date me. He was like every thoughtful boyfriend. He brought me hot chocolate and heating pads when I had cramps. He carried me on his back when I was tired of walking. When people called me a “simp” or “desperate,” he stood up to defend me. Even when he signed his first contract, he envisioned a future with me. I once truly believed he was my destiny, that we would grow old together. Until senior year, when Lily suddenly appeared. She was Ethan’s childhood friend who had just returned from abroad and transferred to my class. At first, I didn’t care, and even tried to get along with her. But slowly, Ethan stopped coming to see me whenever he was free. Sometimes, even when I asked him out, he would find excuses to decline. On my birthday, he stood me up again. He told me something came up and he had to go to a neighboring city for business. Suspicious, I quietly went to his company. And there I saw Lily. She was surrounded by employees in the center of the office. Some even loudly called her “Sister-in-law.” But they all knew I was Ethan’s girlfriend. What made me angriest was that Ethan, who told me he was on a business trip, was right there in the office. Hearing everyone call Lily “Sister-in-law,” he didn’t correct them. Instead, he watched with a smile. My heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. 2 Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. When Ethan saw my red eyes, there was no shame or guilt on his face. He just frowned and asked indifferently: “Why are you here?” I had been pampered by my parents since childhood and never let myself be wronged. I pointed directly at Lily and questioned him: “Is your so-called business trip just partying in the office with her?” I wasn’t angry or blaming, just asking calmly. Ethan suddenly frowned and said impatiently: “Lily is coming to intern at the company. I’m just throwing a welcome party for her.” “Can you stop being jealous over nothing? You’re really suffocating me!” I froze on the spot. I never thought the person who called me “baby” a few days ago would criticize me so ruthlessly in front of so many people. Perhaps my expression was too shocked, because Ethan quickly realized his words were inappropriate. Panic flashed across his face, and he apologized hurriedly: “Chloe, sorry, I misspoke. I didn’t mean that.” I gripped my handbag tightly, looked into his eyes, and asked word by word: “Then what did you mean?” “And why did you lie to me about going on a business trip today?” Ethan walked over and held my hand. “I didn’t lie to you. I really planned to go, but the client changed the time. I just didn’t have time to tell you yet!” His tone was intimate and natural, easily dispelling much of my dissatisfaction. But that “Sister-in-law” still stuck in my throat. I huffed: “Then why did your subordinates call Lily ‘Sister-in-law’?” “Just a joke between colleagues. Besides, who here doesn’t know their boss’s girlfriend is a big jealous pot?” Speaking, Ethan squeezed my palm. “Baby, don’t be mad, okay? It’s your birthday today. I’ll take you to a nice dinner tonight.” Just as I was about to warn Ethan not to make such jokes in the future, Lily ran over in a panic. She looked at me pitifully, her tone carrying a hint of submission: “Chloe, sorry to make you unhappy. If you really mind, I… I won’t intern at Ethan’s company. Just please don’t fight because of me.” Saying this, she even shed a few tears. Others saw this and assumed I was bullying her. They dared not speak up, so they all looked at Ethan. Seeing Lily cry, Ethan let go of me and walked over. He comforted her gently, his movements soft. That night he didn’t stand me up. He really took me to a nice dinner. But the food tasted like ash. Because although he was with me, every word he said was about Lily. “Lily grew up with me. She’s like a sister.” “Her parents asked me to arrange an internship for her, so I put her in my company.” “I was afraid you’d overthink it, so I didn’t tell you.” “If there was really something between us, we would have been together long ago. Why wait until now?” “Chloe, I know how good you are to me. You are the only one in my heart.” Ethan sounded sincere, and I couldn’t keep harping on it, so I nodded. He took out a pair of couple rings. After putting on the men’s ring, he slipped the women’s ring onto my finger. “Chloe, with my current conditions, I can only afford these cheap rings. Sorry for making you suffer.” “But don’t worry, when I make big money, I’ll bring the world’s most expensive ring to you.” Leaning in his arms, looking at the ring on my finger, the uneasiness in my heart finally dissipated. But in the end, he broke his promise. After that day, Ethan no longer hid it. He openly came and went with Lily. Rumors started spreading on campus that Ethan had dumped me for Lily. Before I could find the source of the rumors, Lily came to me directly. Changing her usual weak demeanor, she said to me arrogantly: “Chloe, do you know what kind of woman is the cheapest? It’s women like you who chase men!” “Ethan loves me. Be smart and quit!” I clenched my fists, not wanting to dignify Lily’s provocation. But she smiled slightly, eyes full of determination. “Since you’re deceiving yourself, let me help you face reality.” After Lily left, I immediately told Ethan about this. But I never expected that he wouldn’t believe me. On the phone, his voice was so impatient: “Chloe, I’ve already explained to you that there’s nothing between Lily and me. Why are you always so paranoid?” “I grew up with Lily. I know what kind of person she is. Why slander her like this?” “I slander her?” My voice rose sharply. “Ethan, am I that kind of person in your eyes?” The person on the other end fell silent. I don’t know how long it took before he spoke again: “If you really don’t like it, I’ll let Lily leave after her internship ends.” “But Chloe, company matters are already giving me a headache. Even if you can’t help me, please don’t add to my troubles right now, okay? I’m really tired.” “You also have to work on your graduation thesis recently. Let’s not meet for a while. Let’s both calm down. We’ll talk properly after your graduation ceremony.” With that, he hung up. Listening to the dial tone, I felt cold all over. He would rather suspect me of slandering Lily than believe she actually said those words. That was the first time I felt Ethan wasn’t worth it. It was also the first time I gave him the silent treatment. Ethan kept his word. For the next month, I didn’t contact him. He didn’t contact me either. 3 Sometimes even when we bumped into each other on campus, he turned a blind eye to me. Until the day of the graduation ceremony. Just as I was about to take the graduation gown from the counselor, the department head suddenly found me. In front of all the students and teachers, he asked me directly: “Student Chloe, your graduation thesis is identical to Lily’s. Who copied whom?” I looked at the head in shock: “Sir, it’s impossible. I wrote my thesis myself.” Lily also came to the head’s side, eyes red, saying: “Sir, I didn’t copy anyone. I wrote every word of my thesis myself!” “If you don’t believe me, you can ask senior Ethan. He can testify for me.” For a moment, everyone’s eyes fell on Ethan. I also looked at Ethan. Ethan avoided my gaze directly. At this point, if I still didn’t understand what happened, I would be hopelessly stupid. I habitually put my finished thesis and some important documents in the shared cloud drive Ethan and I used. So it was self-evident who gave my thesis to Lily. The department head’s scrutinizing gaze fell on Ethan. Ethan took a deep breath and said to the head: “Sir, Lily is interning at my company now. I’ve seen her working overtime on her thesis.” With Ethan’s testimony, the plagiarist naturally became me. Enduring everyone’s contemptuous gazes, I walked up to Ethan, looked into his eyes, and asked him word by word: “Ethan, are you saying my thesis was copied from Lily?” I saw hesitation and struggle in Ethan’s eyes. But I waited for a long time, only to hear him say: “I only know Lily wrote her thesis herself.” Hearing this, I actually laughed out loud. This was the man I loved with all my heart for four years. If I could, I really wanted to go to the eye doctor right now and fix my blindness. Seeing me like this, a trace of intolerance flashed across Ethan’s face. Just as he was about to speak, Lily beat him to it: “Chloe, although you are Ethan’s girlfriend, you can’t force him to perjure himself for you!” “I know you don’t like me. Usually you bully me, fine, but you even forced me to pass you exam answers.” “If I didn’t listen to you, you hired thugs to bully me.” Saying this, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing arms covered in bruises. “If Ethan hadn’t arrived in time that day, I might have been violated by those thugs.” Hearing Lily’s accusations, I even suspected there was something wrong with my ears. Otherwise, why did I understand every word she said? 4 But put together, I didn’t know what she meant. What do you mean I bullied her? What do you mean I wanted to copy her answers and sent thugs to bully her? “Lily, if you have persecution mania, please see a doctor. Don’t pin it on me.” Before Lily could speak, Ethan suddenly roared: “Enough!” He looked at me, guilt gone from his eyes, replaced by anger and disgust: “Those thugs confessed. You paid them to bully Lily!” “Chloe, I always thought you were just jealous, but I didn’t expect you to be so vicious.” “Lily is a girl. Did you ever think you were driving her to death by doing this!” I stood frozen, and after a long time, I whispered: “Ethan, so you’d rather believe Lily and those thugs than me?” Ethan was silent for a while before saying: “I only believe what I see with my own eyes.” I stood there in a daze, my heart trembling. Only the contempt and ridicule of others remained in my ears. The department head scolded me directly: “I didn’t expect to have a student of such bad character in my department!” “I don’t think you meet the requirements for graduation. You don’t need to attend this graduation ceremony today.” “As for your punishment, I will notify you after reporting to the school. You can go now.” I ignored the head’s words, just staring blankly at Ethan. But he looked away, frowning and scolding lightly: “Chloe, go back first. Don’t make a joke of yourself here, and don’t disturb other students’ graduation!” “As for us, we’ll talk in private!” I stood there in humiliation, my voice trembling: “Ethan, treating me like this, are you sure you won’t regret it?” But Ethan ignored me and turned away heartlessly with Lily. From then on, I became the laughingstock of the entire school. Even classmates who were once close to me avoided me like the plague. My heart died completely. I bought a plane ticket to find my parents abroad. Before boarding, I took off the ring and mailed it back to Ethan. The memory ended. I looked at Mark and the other classmates: “If you asked me here today just to tell me this, then I’ll take my leave.” Mark blocked my way directly, his tone urgent: “Chloe, wait. Ethan is coming soon. Let him tell you himself!” I frowned slightly: “I don’t think there’s anything left to say between us!” “Besides, I’m already married!”

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On a dating show, I was bullied by all the cast members because I rejected the confession of a rich, entitled playboy. They isolated me and framed me. They forced me into becoming the internet’s punching bag. I argued with the production team, but they doubled down on the malicious editing, telling me to get out of the entertainment industry. I sought help from my agency, but they sued me, demanding an astronomical penalty fee. “Ethan Sterling can have any woman he wants, yet you dare to reject him? Who gave you the audacity?” I was cyberbullied and canceled. Red paint was thrown on me in the streets. They cursed me: “You’re a bitch born of dogs and pigs, a descendant of animals!” In response, I started a livestream to confront all the cast members and trolls. Against a backdrop of a wall full of medals, I questioned them word by word, tears streaming down my face: “My grandfather was a decorated WWII veteran! My grandmother dedicated her life to the Manhattan Project! My father died defending our borders! My mother was a frontline doctor! I am a protector of intangible cultural heritage! I ask you, how much audacity does it take to reject a playboy’s confession? Is the dignity of my country enough?” 1 “Lily Vance is really good at playing hard to get. She looks innocent, but she’s actually quite promiscuous in private.” “You can’t really blame our Ethan for not seeing through her ‘pick-me’ act; her skills are indeed high-level.” “However, she’s playing with fire. She wanted to create a ‘cool beauty’ persona by rejecting Ethan, but it backfired.” “If it weren’t for the show’s surveillance footage, we might have been played by her too.” “Don’t mention her name. Hearing it makes me sick.” The production team of Destined to Love connected with the four other cast members. Two men and two women talked freely in the livestream. They didn’t shy away from malicious discussions about me. It successfully attracted a hundred thousand viewers. In the comments section. Trolls were also sparing no effort to slander and smear me. But I had never done any of the things they accused me of. All along, I was the victim, the one being bullied. Trolls said I deliberately dressed revealingly to seduce the male guests. It was because a female guest cut my dress when I wasn’t looking. I wore that dress on camera without knowing, which led to a major wardrobe malfunction. Trolls said I was a “pick-me girl” who only stirred up trouble between genders. It was also because a female guest failed to frame me and accidentally caused a male guest to suffer in silence. I tried to restore the truth in front of the surveillance cameras, but they stood together to denounce and slander me. Clearly, I was the victim, the most innocent one. In the end, I became the perpetrator in the mouths of the five guests. Trolls said I tried to sleep with the show’s executives for money and fame by any means necessary, which was even more absurd. When I went to the executive’s office, I was dressed cleanly and neatly. I just hoped the production team would be decent and stop tolerating the other guests bullying me. But the production team didn’t take me seriously at all and continued their malicious editing. Using editing tricks, they turned me into a complete slut. I had no choice but to go to my agency, hoping they would clear my name. But what did the agency say? “Ethan Sterling can have any woman he wants, yet you dare to reject him? Who gave you the audacity?” “It’s not too late to regret. Go find Ethan, suck up to him, and make him forgive you.” “Maybe Ethan is willing to let you off, willing to give you a chance to turn things around. You might even become famous because of this!” I recorded everything the agency said to me. And posted it online. Since I couldn’t rely on others, I would rely on myself. I didn’t believe Ethan Sterling could cover the sky with one hand and turn black into white. I stand tall and walk straight; I firmly believe I can wash away the dirty water they threw at me. But as soon as the recording appeared online. Ethan had already bought off all the media, telling the public that the recording was just me staging a show. “You dare to bring out fake stuff! Do you really think you’re a fairy descending to earth, and Ethan can’t live without you?” “With Ethan’s wealth and status, is it necessary for him to engage in such petty tricks to slander you?” “Know your place, get out of the entertainment industry! Disgusting thing.” That night. The topic “Lily Vance Get Out of Entertainment” shot to number one. The door of my rental apartment was blocked by piles of trash. Walking on the street, people spat on me. I was bullied by hooligans in broad daylight. Even if I called the police, even if one hooligan was caught, there were others waiting for me, and more spit waiting for me. “Miss, it’s not that we don’t want to help you, but we have no evidence that the Ethan Sterling you mentioned is directly connected to these people hurting you. We can’t determine if these hooligans were instructed by someone or if they were malicious troublemakers acting on their own.” I was too scared to go out. I cut off all social interactions. But even when picking up a delivery at home, I could get splashed with red paint by strangers. Of course, the delivery bags I ordered couldn’t contain normal food. They were filled with either feces, scary toys, or various insulting texts and pictures. I hid at home, hugging the snow globe my parents gave me, trembling all over, tears flowing uncontrollably. I didn’t understand how the world my parents insisted on protecting had become like this. So cruel, so dark. Running contrary to the “justice” my parents instilled in my mind. “Mom, Dad, Lily is so scared! So sad! Why, why are they bullying me!” “Mom, Dad, Lily misses you so much, really, really misses you.” Despite this. Those people still didn’t intend to let me go. Just now. A group of people led by Ethan pried open my door. 2 After rushing in, they smashed my apartment. They tore my clothes and took a bunch of videos and photos. And threatened that if I didn’t apologize publicly to Ethan Sterling, they would drive me out of New York. My face was stepped on by Ethan. My body trembled uncontrollably. In my ears were extreme threats and warnings. “Lily, I was willing to be a couple with you on the show. Instead of being grateful, you dared to reject me. Am I, Ethan Sterling, a man you can reject?” I resisted with all my might, but I was too weak to move him even a bit. He used a small knife to scratch one side of my face. “Such a beautiful face, scratched like this, I really feel a bit of heartache. Why do you have to be so stubborn? Wouldn’t it be better to be obedient?” He smiled, looking like a demon from hell. “Little Lily, I’ll give you one last chance. Publicly apologize, admit you seduced me, and express your most sincere love to me. Maybe I’ll let you go.” He dropped the bloody knife and squatted down. “Don’t think about calling the police. After all, do you have evidence? Without evidence, no one can make decisions for you!” My face was covered in tears, my eyes full of blood. Beside my hand lay the snow globe Ethan had smashed. This was a gift from my parents for my 12th birthday, and also the last gift I received from them. I treasured it like a gem for nearly ten years. Now, broken, shattered. Only residue remained. He pinched my chin, wild and charming: “The stronger and more unyielding you are, the more it itches my heart. Little Lily, tonight in the livestream, I’ll wait for your confession.” Ethan left arrogantly with his people. I gathered the remains of the snow globe. The shards cut my fingers. Amidst the dripping blood, I seemed to see my dad. Covered in wounds, draped in the Stars and Stripes, walking towards me from the fire. His gaze was incredibly firm, his steps powerful. “A soldier’s will is harder than steel. A soldier’s child should be firmer than a rock, straighter than a pine, braver than fire! Lily, don’t be afraid, Dad is always with you.” Standing closely behind Dad were Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma. “Lily, don’t be afraid, be brave.” My tears flowed freely. Before my eyes were scenes of my parents and grandparents sticking to the front line. How terrifying Ethan was to me. But. Compared to the enemies on the battlefield, the invaders on the border, the radiation in the laboratory, the diseases in the hospital. What did Ethan’s mob count for? “Wow, Ethan is here!” “Ethan, you came just as our stream was about to end. Were you heartbroken by Lily? Forgot the time?” “Ethan, don’t be so pure. Lily isn’t the only woman in the world.” “Yeah, Ethan, wanna check out my sister? She’s just turned 20, pretty and pure, and most importantly, reliable character.” Ethan appeared in the livestream. A string of donations fell from the sky. The livestream, originally watched by a hundred thousand people, surged to a million because of Ethan’s arrival. Ethan in the lens was elegant, looking like a gentle noble, with none of the hostility from just now. He pursed his lips slightly, reserved and lazy: “Actually, Lily called me just now. She said a lot of apologies to me. I actually don’t believe a little girl could be that bad, so I gave her a chance to come to the livestream too and tell everyone her heartfelt words.” The others booed. “Ethan, can you not be so kind.” “There’s a kind of person called incorrigible. Even if she admits to the dirty things she did, it doesn’t mean she’ll get better.” “But, Ethan, if you let her come to the livestream, she might not dare to come.” The comments were full of mockery. [If Lily dares to show up, there’s a ghost!] [If she shows up, I’ll do a handstand and eat shit!] [If she dares to show up, I’ll curse her until she does a handstand and eats shit!] [What kind of thing born of a pig father and dog mother is she, descendant of animal grandparents!] [If I were her, I would have jumped into a river, ocean, or off a building! How could she have the face to appear in the livestream!] 3 But the ones without face weren’t me, it was the group of five sitting in the livestream! The ones who should die weren’t me, it was those keyboard warriors manipulating right and wrong! I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. I rummaged out the metal box from under the bed. Then. I opened the box. I took out the items inside one by one and hung them on the white wall behind me. When all this was done. I turned on the camera and applied to join the livestream. “Whoa, Lily really came? She applied to join, let her in?” “She’s got guts. If she dares to come, what are we afraid of?” “Let her in, let the babies in the livestream see the pick-me girl’s performance.” Ethan maintained his proper noble act: “Don’t talk about Lily like that, she might have difficulties…” “Ethan, we know. When she comes, we’ll talk to her nicely too, won’t target her.” “Ethan, rest assured, we will definitely let her say everything she wants to say.” “But Ethan, don’t be deceived by her acting again.” Ethan gave a bitter smile. That hurt expression made the fans in the livestream heartache endlessly. [Ethan, don’t be sad, you deserve a better girl.] [Ethan, starry eyes, so handsome, rich and considerate, Lily is blind.] [Ethan is the handsomest, Ethan I love you.] With my arrival. The livestream, originally watched by a million people, doubled in number. The screen was full of homophonic insults directed at me. “Lily, things have fermented until now, we don’t seem to have heard a word of apology from you to the public!” “Now you should show your attitude. If you refuse to admit your mistakes like before, your future path will be difficult!” I adjusted the phone camera. The screen immediately showed my wretched face. Tear stains and bloodstains crisscrossed. [She’s putting on that expression again, as if she’s been so wronged!] [Disgusting, she probably thinks all men can be manipulated by a few tears like Ethan.] [So good at acting, why go on a dating show, go act in movies!] I sniffled and looked straight at the camera. “I’m very sorry for occupying a lot of public resources because of my affairs.” As soon as I finished speaking. The guests in the livestream made very disdainful mocking sounds. “Lily, an apology needs sincerity. You think these two understated sentences count as an apology?” “Otherwise? How should I apologize?” I asked back. “Don’t even know how to apologize? Shouldn’t you specifically talk about the harm you caused to the five of us!” I shook my head: “I never caused you harm, instead you have been hurting me! Except for apologizing to the uninformed audience, I haven’t wronged anyone, not just you five, but also the keyboard warriors indiscriminately in the comments! You should apologize to me!” The four guests in the livestream exploded. “Damn, Lily, you’re really something!” “Really planning to stick to being right, huh?” “I really shouldn’t have let you into the livestream. Alright, kick you out now!” “Wait.” Ethan suddenly spoke, his gentle eyes immediately becoming sharp, “Lily, I advise you to think clearly. Miss this opportunity, and you may never have a chance to turn things around. Think about your parents, your family. You definitely don’t want them to be stigmatized because of you…” I couldn’t help pulling up the corners of my mouth and laughing out loud. Ethan is really fake. Acting like this in public, but devoid of conscience in private. He forced me to apologize, forced me to confess to him, wasn’t it just to better control me and play with me in the future! But, Ethan, you calculated wrong! A hero’s child will never easily kneel to evil forces! [Why is she laughing? How does she still have the face to laugh!] [Ethan is still too kind!] [Block her, let her and her family be pointed at by thousands when walking on the street! Pick-me bitch!] I laughed and laughed, and tears came out. “Ethan is right, I should cherish this opportunity, at least say everything I want to say!” Then. I stood up. I pointed the camera at the white wall behind me! On the wall, a whole wall of medals! Golden, shining. Different sizes, different shapes. Some engraved with unique patterns, some inlaid with brilliant gems. Each one tells a thrilling story behind it. 4 [What are these?] [Medals? Oh my god, so many medals!] [Mother of god, what did I see? The Medal of Honor! That’s the highest military honor!] [Impossible! How can Lily have so many medals? Must be fake!] [You said only veterans have these, how old is she, how could she have them!] “Yes, these things don’t belong to me, but are things left by my parents and grandparents!” “You said my family would be pointed at by thousands. I want to ask, why would heroes of the people be pointed at by thousands!” “You said I’m a thing born of a pig father and dog mother, a descendant of animal grandparents. I want to know, why should heroes of the people suffer such insults from you!” I spoke word by word, tears streaming down my face. The other people in the livestream were all stunned. Even the comments went blank for a moment. Ethan frowned tightly, his handsome face dark as if dyed by the bottom of a pot. “Lily, what tricks are you playing again?” Then, those trolls started attacking me unscrupulously again. [Must be a performance, must be fake!] [So many medals, how could they appear at the same time! And different categories!] [Lily lies without drafting, cows are flying in the sky!] They still didn’t believe it. Keyboard warriors attempted to cover up the voices speaking for me with short texts. “You can choose not to believe, but this is the fact! My grandfather, a lifetime in the military. This is the Silver Star he received for spotting an enemy squad first. This is the Distinguished Service Cross he received for capturing a platoon. This is the Medal of Honor he was awarded for taking out an enemy commander single-handedly!” I touched the yellowed medals, responding word by word, sonorously. My hands touched the next medal. The Presidential Medal of Freedom! “My grandmother participated in nuclear research, sealed in a secret base for ten years, calculated countless drafts, and suffered radiation leakage to cover her companions during experiments, leading to the later success!” “My father, a border defense soldier, thirty years like one day, braving wind and dew, determined to guard the defense line, fighting to the death with invaders! Awarded the highest military honor in peace time! The Medal of Honor!” “My mother, a great doctor, risked her life to fight against diseases and saved countless lives!” “I am not a great person. I couldn’t fight invaders like my grandfather and father, nor could I dedicate myself to science and medicine for the people like my grandmother and mother. But I always remember the spirit of dedication they taught me, so I became a protector of intangible cultural heritage. Going on the show was only to promote intangible cultural heritage! This is the Heritage Medal awarded to me by the organization!” “And these are my whole family’s party badges!” My voice was hoarse, tears streaming. I shouted with all my might to everyone in the livestream: “My grandfather was a WWII veteran! My grandmother dedicated herself to nuclear research! My father was a martyr defending the border! My mother was a frontline doctor! I am a heritage protector! My whole family served this country! What right do you have to bully me without distinguishing right from wrong!” “The production team asked me, who gave me the face to reject Ethan Sterling’s confession! Let me ask, how much face does it take to reject a playboy’s confession? Is the face of the Party and the country big enough!” “An hour ago, Ethan Sterling brought people to my house, smashed everything I had, stepped on my face, forced me to apologize, forced me to confess to him! This is the noble young master you talk about! In this world, can one do whatever they want just because they have money! Can they easily trample me to death just because they have power!”

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I’m different from most people. I have three sets of parents. My biological parents abandoned me because I was a girl. My adoptive parents abandoned me because I wasn’t their own flesh and blood. They all threw me away like trash. Only Mom and Dad—the ones who chose me—loved me unconditionally. Years later, when I made a name for myself, those first two couples came knocking on my door, eagerly calling me their “darling daughter.” I just smiled. “Who are you?” 1 That winter, the first snow fell on the small town of Oak Creek. My adoptive mother, Mrs. Turner, went to the creek behind the house to wash some rags and saw a bundle floating downstream. In that narrow creek, whenever the water rose, unwanted things would float by. The bundle looked thick, made of expensive fabric and cotton. She hooked it with a stick, thinking she’d bury whatever was inside but keep the cloth and cotton. Muttering a prayer, she dug a shallow pit in the frozen ground. Just as the dirt was about to cover me, I kicked my tiny legs and let out a weak cry. She was startled and quickly picked me up, wrapping me tighter. She and Mr. Turner had been married for five years without children. They wanted a boy to carry on the family name, but back then, adoption was expensive. She put me in a laundry basket, took me home, and fed me a bowl of warm oatmeal. After I finished, I grinned at her. Under the dim light, Mr. Turner smoked his cigarette and stared at me for a long time, finally sighing, “Forget it, maybe this is fate.” “Let’s call her Lana.” A plain name, easy to keep alive. Mr. Turner was a big, silent man; Mrs. Turner was petite but had a fiery temper. He took me around to neighbors, begging for formula or milk. The town elders said I grew up on the “charity of a hundred families,” destined for a tough but lucky life. In the summer, when they worked in the cornfields, they put me in a basket under the shade of an old oak tree. When the ice cream truck drove by, Mr. Turner would buy two popsicles. One for me, one for Mrs. Turner. She would scold him for wasting money, then break off a big chunk of mine to give to him, claiming I ate too slow and it would melt. I thought every day would be like this forever. But when I was four, Mrs. Turner got pregnant. 2 As her belly grew, the neighbors would tease me: “When your mom has a baby boy, they won’t want you anymore.” “You’re just a girl, and you were picked out of a river!” I didn’t believe them. I ran home, wanting my parents to tell me I was their child, their darling forever. Crossing the porch, I tripped and fell flat on my face. Sadness and fear made me wail loudly. I cried for a long time, but no one came. I wiped my tears and heard laughter inside the house. I sobbed and walked in. Mrs. Turner was leaning tiredly on the bed, looking at the baby beside her with a gentle love I had never seen directed at me. She gave birth to a son. Wrapped around my brother was the same blanket I had arrived in. The question stuck in my throat. I didn’t dare ask. I swallowed it down. Mrs. Turner couldn’t touch cold water while recovering, and Mr. Turner didn’t do “women’s work.” The job fell to me. It was winter. I hugged a laundry basket almost as tall as me, filled with the whole family’s clothes. I had to wash them in the unheated garage. The water in the tub was freezing. Winter clothes were thick and heavy when wet. After washing, my shirt was soaked with sweat, but my hands were freezing red and swollen, like ten raw carrots. I tried my best, but Mrs. Turner scolded me with a frown: “I feed you and clothe you, and you can’t even get a stain out?” No more eggs for breakfast. Mr. Turner stopped buying me candy. I was moved from my small bed in their room to a cot in the drafty utility room. The wind howled through the cracks, carrying the sound of my brother crying and my parents gently soothing him. I fell asleep crying. When I woke up, my pillow was ice cold. Some questions didn’t need to be asked anymore. Growing up happens overnight sometimes. I didn’t dare be naughty anymore. Feeding the chickens, washing clothes, cooking—I was the most obedient child in Oak Creek. But even so, Mrs. Turner found countless reasons to blame me. My brother caught a cold? My fault. Mr. Turner slipped on ice? My fault. The crops had a bad harvest? Still my fault. Hungry and cold, I lived walking on eggshells. That December, a social worker and the school principal knocked on the door. I was six. They came to persuade the Turners to send me to school. This was the third time. They had refused before, saying I was too young. This time, the social worker threatened them, saying truancy was illegal and they could be fined or even investigated for neglect. 3 That night, the Turners argued. The thin walls couldn’t block Mrs. Turner’s sharp voice: “School supplies cost money! Wouldn’t it be better to save that for the baby?” “The state said it’s illegal not to send her.” Her voice lowered to a whisper: “What if we just… lost her?” The next morning, I opened my eyes to find Mr. Turner sitting by my cot. He stared at me for a long time and said heavily: “Get up. Haven’t you always been curious about the big city?” “Today, Dad will take you to Seattle.” I had only seen the Space Needle on TV. However, the city wasn’t full of wonder like I imagined. The weather was gray, and the wind off the Puget Sound cut like a knife. Ignoring my refusal, Mr. Turner bought me five packs of candy and some snacks at a convenience store. There was a stone bench outside a busy market. He pressed me down on it. “I’m going to buy something. Wait here. When you finish eating these, I’ll be back.” Not far away, a homeless man was holding a sign: “Puppies for Sale.” In the bustling crowd, I locked eyes with a black puppy lying on the cold pavement. Its eyes were wet, like it was crying. Mr. Turner turned to leave. I grabbed his sleeve, begging in a low voice: “Dad, I’ll be good. I’ll take care of you when you’re old. Don’t forget to come back for me.” He turned back, touched my face with a trembling hand. His eyes were red. Then he brushed off my hand and disappeared into the crowd. I waited until dusk. No one bought the puppy either. The man dragged it away, cursing and kicking it. But the black dog kept wagging its tail, following happily. Before leaving, it panted at me, tongue out. Look, even a dog was happier than me. I stood in the cold wind all day without eating. When the last sunlight faded and the city lights blurred into a haze, I blacked out. 4 I thought I would freeze to death in that biting winter. But I woke up in a warm bed. Mrs. Miller, the owner of the convenience store where I was left, had taken me in. She had a loud, enthusiastic voice. She made me a bowl of hot soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. “Eat it while it’s hot, honey!” I ate silently. She combed my hair briskly and promised to take me to the police station in the morning. I looked at the nightstand. The unopened candy lay there. I whispered: “I have no home. They don’t want me anymore.” Soon, Mr. Miller, who had been closing the shop, came upstairs. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Mrs. Miller pulled him to the bed and whispered: “Ben, look at her. Doesn’t she look like Lily?” Mr. Miller rubbed his hands, silent for a long time before saying: “We take her to the police station tomorrow, Sarah.” Early the next morning, Mr. Miller drove me to the precinct. The police contacted the Turners. I waited on a cold metal bench for a whole day, but no one came. Near closing time, Mrs. Miller was pacing outside the glass doors. I looked at her, smiled gently, and lowered my head. Ten minutes later, she pushed the door open and grabbed my hand: “Come on, let’s go home for now.” Mr. Miller was watching the store. He looked at us and frowned: “Why did you bring her back?” Mrs. Miller wasn’t afraid. She patted my head: “We aren’t short of a bite of food.” I stayed at the Miller’s convenience store. As Christmas approached, business was busy. I tried my best to help, stocking shelves and sweeping. There were many snacks in the store. Mrs. Miller let me take whatever I wanted. But I didn’t touch a thing. At night, Mrs. Miller hugged me to sleep, warming my cold feet. When they were too busy to cook, she made me mac and cheese. She always gave me the fresh boxes. If I tried to eat the ones nearing expiration, she would snatch them away. Unlike Mrs. Miller’s warmth, Mr. Miller rarely smiled. I was scared of him. On Christmas Eve, after the last delivery truck left, he called me. “Hey, kid. Wait.” I shivered, looking at him timidly. He pulled a pair of pink mittens out of his pocket: “Here.” I refused in panic, but he stuffed them into my arms forcefully. Mrs. Miller unwrapped them and put them on me: “Wear them. Your hands are always red from the cold.” The warmth made my skin tingle. My heart felt like it was soaking in a hot bath, sour and full. Two days later, their son came back from boarding school. Kyle. He was fifteen. When he arrived, it was already dark. I tried my best to smile at him, but he just looked at me coldly: “Mom, Dad, Lily is dead. You can’t just replace her with some stray kid.” He was angry, arguing with them behind closed doors. I sat on the stairs. His voice hammered into my ears. “Raising a child isn’t like raising a pet! You’re getting older, your health isn’t great. Is she going to be my responsibility later?” “You adopt her without asking me if I want a sister?” “Send her away tomorrow!” … “Where? CPS, an orphanage, back to the boonies, anywhere but here.” 5 Sure enough, the love I received wouldn’t last. The argument continued. The Millers were good people; I shouldn’t make things difficult for them. I took off the pink mittens, placed them neatly on the table, put the candy in my pocket, and went out into the snow. The streets were wide and empty. Christmas lights twinkled in every window. The world was so big, yet there was no place for me. I walked aimlessly until I reached the bridge over the river. The dark water surged below, waving at me. Six years ago, my adoptive mother fished me out of a river. Maybe the water was where I truly belonged. I climbed the railing and opened my arms. In this moment, I felt like a bird. Fly. I leaned forward. Just then, strong arms grabbed me tightly, dragging me from the railing to the hard pavement. Kyle’s angry voice exploded in my ear: “Are you crazy? What are you doing?” “If you die, what happens to my parents? What happens to me?” I felt helpless. Even my death would cause trouble for others. “I didn’t mean to.” I stood up slowly, enduring the pain. “Excuse me, which way is the orphanage?” Kyle panted heavily, staring at me. After a long time, his shoulders slumped, his voice hoarse: “Don’t get too close to the river. Lily… she drowned.” He grabbed my wrist and dragged me forward. “This isn’t the way to the orphanage…” I whispered. “You’re too old. The orphanage is full.” Near home, we passed a bakery. Through the window, a girl in a party dress blew out candles on a cake, surrounded by family. She looked so happy. I slowed down involuntarily. Kyle looked back. “Haven’t you ever had birthday cake?” I shook my head. “When is your birthday?” “I don’t know. I was found. My mom said the day she found me, the first snow of winter fell.” Country kids were content with being fed. Cake was a fantasy. God must have pitied me. As soon as I spoke, large snowflakes began to drift from the sky. Kyle reached out, catching a flake: “It’s snowing.” 6 “This is the first snow of the year. From now on, the first snow of every year is your birthday.” He pulled a handful of Hershey’s Kisses from his pocket and handed them to me: “Happy Birthday, Luna!” After we got home, Mrs. Miller returned, covered in snow. She scolded me while hugging me and crying loudly. Kyle ran out and came back a moment later with a giant cupcake. “Too late to order a real cake. Make do with this.” Mrs. Miller cooked me a steak dinner. Mr. Miller clapped clumsily, humming “Happy Birthday.” I blew out the candle. The room plunged into darkness. But I was no longer afraid. Because a light had been lit in my heart. Mrs. Miller bought me new clothes. After dinner, they gave me an allowance. I had never owned money before. Kyle gave me a gift: a piggy bank. It rattled. He said coolly: “I put five bucks in there for you.” After the holidays, Mrs. Miller enrolled me in school. She held my hand, helping me fill out the forms. Name: Luna Miller. Every time Kyle called from school, he would chat with me. When he came home, he always brought gifts. Happy days passed quickly. It was time for Kyle’s SATs. I had a nightmare that he failed. I begged Mrs. Miller to go to the city to cheer for him. She agreed. We stayed in a motel near the testing center, cooking nutritious meals on a hot plate so he wouldn’t have to eat cafeteria food. It turned out that a roommate of his got food poisoning from street food the night before the exam. Kyle didn’t eat it because he was full from Mrs. Miller’s cooking. While others were sick during the test, Kyle was fine. Later, he got into Stanford. My brain wasn’t as sharp as his. But Kyle insisted I participate in art competitions. I won first prize in the state, and my painting was shown on TV. This award got me a scholarship to a prestigious private middle school in the city. Mrs. Miller was overjoyed. She threw a block party for the neighborhood. “Luna got into the best school! She’s our lucky star!” At dusk, everyone was eating and laughing. Mr. Miller handed me a plate of ribs. “Sit and eat.” I sat on a stool, listening to the neighbors chat. “Business is getting worse every year,” a neighbor sighed. The laughter faded. The city was building a new mall and bypass, diverting traffic away from our street. Many shops were closing. Someone offered to buy Mr. Miller’s store for a low price. They asked my opinion. I was just a kid. But I didn’t want to leave. Mrs. Miller sighed: “Let’s think about it.” Before they could decide, a luxury car pulled up. 7 The Parkers. My biological parents. I used to fantasize about them coming to save me. Now, here they were. Driving a Mercedes, wearing designer clothes, carrying art supplies. They hugged me and cried. “Elara, we finally found you.” They showed me a photo of a girl, my sister Chloe, who looked just like me. They saw my art award on TV and tracked me down. Years ago, my grandmother had taken me away because they wanted a boy, and abandoned me. My bio-mom cried about her regret. But they had another daughter a year later. “Come back with us to Chicago. We’ll make it up to you.” I was silent. “Did you look for me before?” Bio-mom froze. “We… asked around.” “If I go back, won’t it affect your reputation?” “We own our own company now. No one controls us.” They stayed at a hotel. Kyle flew back from Stanford overnight. When he arrived, Mrs. Miller was crying, trying to persuade me. “Business is bad here. They can give you a better life… You’re born to be a princess.” My heart shrank. Was I a burden? Kyle walked in. “Mom, have you asked her what she wants?” He squatted down, looking into my eyes. “Luna, you will always be my sister. Just tell me your truth.”

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When my aunt kicked me out of the house, the Sterling family’s heir took me in. He brought me into his mansion and became my deskmate at school. He was notoriously difficult, the most unmanageable student on campus. I walked on eggshells around him, terrified of provoking him. Mrs. Sterling, who had always dreamed of having a daughter, held my hand happily and said, “Sweetie, how about I become your godmother? Caleb happens to need a sister.” Beside us, the heir’s handsome face darkened. He smashed a bowl on the floor and laughed in anger: “Who said I wanted her as a sister?” 1 When my brother knelt on the ground begging my aunt not to kick us out, I was happily holding a bag of steamed buns, planning to bring them home for him. School was far from home, but I didn’t take the bus because the money I saved could buy four big meat buns for my brother. The buns were still steaming hot, but as soon as I turned the corner, I heard my brother’s pleading. “I’ll go, but… sister is good, please, please don’t kick her out.” He was kneeling at the gate, luggage scattered at his feet. My brother’s clouded eyes were full of anxiety. He rubbed his hands helplessly and kowtowed. “Auntie, sister needs to study, needs to go to college. I’ll leave, don’t kick sister out.” He then crawled over to grab the man’s pant leg, begging, “Uncle, I won’t contact sister, please don’t kick her out.” Neighbors poked their heads out to watch the commotion. The man felt embarrassed, a flash of disgust in his eyes, but he still put on a façade of kindness. “Uncle has no choice. We’ve done our best raising you for so long. We’re just relatives. We don’t ask for gratitude, but you can’t just leech off us forever. We have our own son to raise.” My brother stubbornly held onto the man’s pant leg. A boy kicked my brother hard and said impatiently, “Dad, why talk so much to a retard? Does he understand? He’s so dirty.” My brother was kicked to the ground but didn’t dare say it hurt. He scrambled up and smiled ingratiatingly. “I can do a lot of work. Sister goes to school, I go wash dishes at restaurants, make money.” 2 My brother was born intellectually disabled, but he never forgot to love me. When he was eight, he gave all the candy in his pocket to five-year-old me. When he was thirteen, afraid that his scavenging would embarrass me, he held back tears on the street and refused to admit he knew me. When he was sixteen, for a few cookies, he listened to my aunt’s son, crawled on the ground barking like a dog, and let them beat and scold him. In the end, with a bruised face, he held the cookies out to me like a treasure. That day, my eyes turned red with anger. I threw the cookies on the ground. “Who asked you to beg them for cookies?” Usually meek, I fought with my cousin for the first time. My aunt rushed over and pushed me far away. She hugged my cousin distressedly. Without listening to any explanation, she started scolding me, “Harper, this is your cousin! Why don’t you know how to yield? How can you be so heavy-handed at such a young age?” I clenched my fists tight. “He brought people to bully my brother first.” My aunt looked at my brother without any apology on her face. “Ava, your brother is an idiot. What does he understand? He’s trouble to begin with, so you should be more sensible. What’s wrong with letting your cousin win?” I didn’t speak, but the light in my eyes dimmed significantly. They all thought my brother was stupid, so they could bully him wantonly, but my brother felt pain too. But my brother and I were unwanted children. No one cared if we hurt. 3 My mom got cancer when I was five. The day she left, my dad sat at the hospital entrance all night, cigarette butts scattered on the ground. At dawn, he took us home. He never mentioned Mom’s name again, but the extremely suppressed sobs always came from his room late at night. Back then, Dad said his biggest wish in life was to raise us healthy. Although we were poor, the love my brother and I received was no less than anyone else’s. But when I was ten, Dad went to prison. My aunt was abused by her husband for a long time. Our grandparents passed away early, and as her brother, Dad couldn’t stand seeing his sister bullied. He stood in front of her with a wooden stick. But that day was too chaotic. The abuser was beaten into the hospital by Dad and ended up in a vegetative state, never waking up. To fight for custody of my cousin, my aunt gave up the forgiveness letter from the abuser’s parents, and my dad was sentenced to 15 years. The day Dad went to prison, my aunt hugged me and cried, “Ava, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I harmed your dad. But Auntie is a mother. Your cousin is still too young; he can’t live without me. A child without a mother will definitely be bullied.” She said she was apologetic to us, but she turned around and remarried with my cousin, moving into our house under the guise of taking care of my brother and me. She pulled my brother and me aside and repeatedly instructed, “Your uncle is a good man. He’s willing to live with you two, so you must be sensible and obedient. Remember your uncle’s kindness and be filial to him when you grow up.” Our luggage was moved into a small, dilapidated utility room, while the master bedroom was taken by my aunt as their new room, and my cousin lived in the second bedroom. Although my brother didn’t understand anything, at the door of the utility room, he held my hand tightly and spoke slowly, “Ava don’t be scared, brother protects you.” My cousin never hid his hostility towards my brother and me. He thought we killed his father. So he often took pleasure in bullying us. He didn’t let us eat at the table, saying my brother was an idiot and sitting with us would make him stupid too. Afraid my cousin would cry, my aunt quickly held a bowl and coaxed him, “Okay, okay, we won’t eat with them. Mom will tell them to eat after you finish. You are still growing, don’t starve yourself, Mom’s heart aches.” So, their family sat happily together, using our bowls and chopsticks. My brother was very good. His clouded eyes could understand everyone’s disgust towards him. For me, he compromised countless times. He put all the little food left into my bowl and rubbed his stomach. “Ava eat, brother is so full, can’t eat anymore.” Chronically malnourished, he was skin and bones, not convincing at all. 4 My brother and I didn’t fight or snatch, hoping to find a place in this house that wasn’t a home, because we had nowhere else to go. I did all the housework, and my brother was forced by them to do odd jobs, but now they weren’t even willing to let us live in the utility room. I clenched my hands tight and quickened my pace. “Brother!” I ran over to help my brother up. My brother hung his head and refused to look at me, like he had done something wrong. I looked straight at the scattered luggage. “Is Auntie trying to kick us out?” Embarrassment flashed across my aunt’s face. “Ava, what are you saying? How would Auntie kick you out? Auntie just thought your brother is 20 years old, and it’s really unreasonable for us to keep supporting him.” My brother nodded quickly. “I go, I can go, sister stays.” My brother could hardly take care of himself. If he left, how could he survive? But now he only thought about letting me stay. Sourness rose in my heart. I patted the dust off my brother’s hands. “Brother, you are not allowed to leave me.” Hearing this, my aunt frowned tight. “Ava, do you still want me to support your brother? You know how hard it is for our family. You can’t be so selfish. Auntie always knew you were sensible.” I looked up at her, eyes red. “Sensible? I’m tired of pretending.” More and more people were watching. I straightened my back. “Auntie seems to have forgotten that my dad bought this house. We have lived here since we were young. The ones who should leave were never us.” Stung by my gaze, my aunt, who knew I was always soft-tempered, was shocked by my words. Her chest heaved with anger, looking like she wanted to eat someone. “Harper Vance! I am your aunt! What do you mean by saying such things? We raised you for so many years, shouldn’t this house be ours? People need to know gratitude!” My cousin fanned the flames on the side. “Mom, I told you, they aren’t good things. Look, Harper Vance can’t pretend anymore, she’s an ingrate. Should have kicked them out long ago.” My aunt was furious. She picked up a wooden stick from the corner, her voice piercing. “Seems I spoiled you too much usually. You still want the house? Auntie will teach you a lesson on behalf of your dad today.” My brother blocked in front of me. The wrist-thick stick fell, and the skin on my brother’s back split open instantly. I quickly supported him, tears streaming down my face. I was so useless. At such a critical moment, my tears couldn’t stop flowing. I couldn’t cry. Crying would lose momentum. I finally toughened up once. But the stick was about to fall again. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain. But this time, the stick didn’t fall on me for a long time. I looked up. A large hand with distinct joints appeared above my head, firmly catching the falling stick. A deep, pleasant male voice sounded, but with a hint of coldness. “Harper Vance, who allowed you to be bullied like this?” 5 Luxury cars drove into the alley one by one. More than a dozen tall bodyguards poured into the yard and surrounded my brother and me. The sun was setting. The tall boy blocked the sunlight above my head, his posture lazy and cool. I froze slightly and called him softly, “Caleb Sterling.” He looked at me lazily, his eyes darkening for a moment, lips curling up. “Not bad, you remember my name.” He was famously difficult. How could I not remember? Caleb Sterling, the only heir to the Sterling family, the most unmanageable figure in school. Also, my new deskmate. Before today, becoming deskmates with Caleb Sterling was something I didn’t even dare to imagine. Caleb stood on the podium with his hands in his pockets, wearing the ordinary school uniform in a wild and rebellious way. Caleb, who had always been idle, suddenly changed his nature and wanted to study. The Sterling parents were so excited they donated three buildings to the school. The teacher wiped the sweat from his forehead, screaming internally. Who dares to manage this young master transferring to our class? But on his face was a kind smile. “Student Sterling, where would you like to sit?” Caleb lifted his chin, his gaze landing on the corner of the classroom, and said casually, “I can choose anywhere?” The teacher wiped his sweat again. This was the school’s God of Wealth; no one dared to offend him. “Of course, of course. Wherever Student Sterling is happy.” Caleb nodded, shouldering his bag and walking off the podium with satisfaction. His tall figure stopped at my desk. I, who was buried in questions, paused my pen. No way, did he fancy the seat next to me? Looking up stiffly, my gaze fell on that handsome face. High nose bridge, dark eyes. Indeed very fierce. After meeting his eyes, I quickly looked away. The pen in my hand was almost snapped by me. But Caleb looked straight at me, his gaze falling on the deformed pen in my hand. He smirked. “Classmate, mind if I sit next to you?” Snap. The pen broke. I mind! I mind so much! But he looked so fierce, I didn’t dare say it. I stiffly pulled out the chair next to me, smiling forcedly. “Don’t mind, please sit.”

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In the sixth year of secretly loving my childhood friend, he fell for my roommate. I acted as his wingman, listening to him pour out his love for her. All I got in return was his casual remark: “Chloe, please don’t ever fall in love with me.” At a party, he publicly confessed his feelings. My roommate’s gaze swept over me with a hint of a smile: “I don’t date guys who are entangled with other girls.” Eyes from all around pricked me like needles. Ethan anxiously tried to explain: “Chloe and I are just…” I raised my hand, smiling as I showed off my promise ring. “I’ve had a boyfriend for a long time.” 1 Vanessa went clubbing with someone else tonight. I scrolled through the fresh Instagram story she posted three minutes ago. Under the dim, ambiguous lights, she was sandwiched between a group of young, beautiful people. Still strikingly beautiful. Ethan sat on a bench by the campus lake. Looking as depressed as a puppy with drooping ears. “…I asked her out, but she said no…” “Then I saw her post this story tonight…” It was a bit chilly by the artificial lake at night. Couples walked past in twos and threes. I gave Ethan an annoyed look. “So? Is this why you dragged me out of the library?” Ethan looked up. He was born with good looks—almond eyes, thin lips, naturally looking like a flirt, yet stubbornly devoted. For twenty years, he only ever stumbled over Vanessa. The corners of his eyes were slightly red as he pounced on me for a hug: “Chloe, Chloe…” “I know you’re the best to me… We’ve known each other for over ten years… You’ll help me, right?” I stiffened all over. Ethan didn’t notice, nuzzling like a big dog: “Please… Chloe.” “…” I pushed him away with one hand. “Stop getting so touchy-feely.” “Eh…” Ethan blinked, his almond eyes looking innocent: “We’re friends.” “Friends forever.” 2 Friends, my foot. I had ulterior motives. Even rabbits don’t eat the grass around their burrows. But I just had to fall for my childhood friend. Ethan and I have known each other since we were kids. Inseparable, childhood sweethearts. He clung to me, and I clung to him. As we grew up, the boy gradually stretched out and matured. Becoming more and more handsome, tall, and long-legged. Many girls in school chased him. Ethan had a flirtatious look, appearing like someone with a harem of girlfriends. In reality, except for me, he hadn’t even held hands with another girl. Every time someone confessed to him, he would reject them with a smile. Call him innocent. Yet occasionally, this guy would say some incredible romantic lines. For example, when I asked him why he didn’t accept girls’ confessions. Ethan took a sip of his milk, resting his hand directly on my shoulder. The refreshing scent of his body wash mixed with the sweet smell of strawberry milk lingered around my nose. He grinned and said: “They’re not as good as you, Chloe.” “If I have to like someone, I’ll just like you.” I only remember my ears turning red then. Pretending to be calm, I told him to shut up. Actually, my heart was like shaken soda. Bubbling with joy, ready to explode in that instant. —I thought time was on my side. Long enough for me to stay by his side until he realized his feelings. But I didn’t expect. He would fall in love at first sight with my roommate, Vanessa. 3 “Got it,” I said. “I’ll help you.” Ethan’s eyes immediately curved into crescents: “You’re the best, Chloe.” I pushed him away: “It’s getting late, I’m going back to the dorm.” “Okay!” Ethan obediently let go: “Get home safe.” He didn’t walk me back. The campus at night was much quieter than during the day. I walked slowly along the path, but was suddenly pulled into a corner. The cool, woody scent of the person invaded my senses, wrapping me in his jacket, his higher body temperature leaning over me in an instant. “Seeing my girlfriend hugging her roommate by the lake late at night.” “Chloe, do you think I should post this on the campus confession wall?” Liam’s voice was lazy, his warm breath brushing the top of my head. “Go ahead,” I buried my face in his chest. Liam chuckled lightly, planting a kiss on my forehead: “Can’t bear to.” “So even if you cheat on me, I’ll accept it.” “Crazy,” I pinched his waist. 4 Dating Liam was purely accidental. He was always a campus celebrity, and I had only met him a few times. Liam’s looks were on par with Ethan’s. But this guy felt too frivolous. Like a fox. His eyes seemed affectionate yet heartless. But somehow, even his heartlessness was charming. Acting as Ethan’s wingman, I organized a group outing with Vanessa. Young men and women, drinking and playing games, the atmosphere heated up quickly. I drank a few glasses and went to the restroom to sober up. When I came back, the private room was empty. My stomach felt terrible. Squatting at the bar entrance, I called Ethan. Called seven or eight times, he didn’t pick up. I messaged Vanessa. She replied quickly with a voice message: “Drank too much, craved BBQ from the south side, Ethan took me there.” “Sorry, forgot to tell you.” Her tone was casual, and in the background, I could hear Ethan’s happy voice: “Vanessa, I lined up and got…” I was so angry I almost threw my phone. Looking up, I saw Liam leaning against the door watching me. Tall and long-legged, looking down at me with smiling fox eyes. “I…” “You’re really pretty.” Liam’s eyes curved: “Want to date?” “…” I thought I must be drunk, otherwise I would have definitely gotten up to punch him. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe sadness, or maybe Liam was just too good-looking. “I have someone I like.” “Doesn’t matter.” The young man’s tone was smiling, his eyes captivating: “I don’t mind.” “…Fine then.” I thought at the time. Let’s just have some fun. 5 Then we “played” for three months. Existing in a weird but stable way. Kissing and hugging like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but neither seemed sincere. Liam liked my looks. I had someone else in my heart. The kind of situation where if posted on the confession wall, we’d be cursed as scumbags for two hundred comments. I admit I was cheap. The only thing in this world that can turn a person into a cheapskate, doing thankless tasks, is feelings. But if it were easy to let go. It wouldn’t be called feelings. Liam walked me to the dorm building. I was wearing his jacket and tried to take it off to return it. He held my shoulders, smiling: “Give it back later, the stairwell is cold too.” I didn’t refuse. Liam kissed my cheek: “Free tomorrow?” I shook my head: “Tomorrow I’m being Ethan’s wingman.” The curve of Liam’s lips deepened, his fingers pinching my cheek: “…Really not afraid I’ll get jealous.” He leaned down, using his height to impose a bit of pressure. Yet bit my cheek like a puppy: “Day after tomorrow, you’re mine.” “…Deal.” Sometimes I felt Liam and I were freaks. Clearly not in love. Yet truly no different from loving couples. Because we didn’t love. So we didn’t fight. Instead, we were more stable. 6 Vanessa hurried back just before lights out. Glancing at the clothes hanging by my bed, she smiled ambiguously: “Went on a date?” “Yeah.” I put my phone face down. On the screen was a pitiful emoji from Ethan. “With Ethan?” “No, with my boyfriend.” Vanessa scoffed lightly, clearly not believing it. “Free tomorrow?” I spoke up: “Ethan said he found a lounge bar, very beautiful, goes well with that dress you bought.” Vanessa put her bag on her desk, looked at me, eyes holding a bit of mockery and condescending pity: “You’re pathetic, Chloe.” I suppressed the irritation in my heart. “…Acting as a wingman for the guy you like, enduring my sarcasm.” “Even making up a boyfriend… Say, does Ethan know?” Vanessa’s eyes curved into crescents. Carrying a natural malice. But even so, she was damn beautiful. “Or maybe…” “Is this a tactic to get his attention?” “…Vanessa,” my tone was a bit cold. Vanessa smiled: “Just kidding, why the rush.” “I’ll go.”

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