My sister and I were adopted from the orphanage. My sister chose the wealthy and powerful Preston family, the “Prince of Beijing” family. But the “Prince” had a peculiar temperament and tortured her daily. I chose the ordinary Shaw family. Although their money and power were far inferior to the Preston family, the whole family was extremely good to me. The young master of the Shaw family later became a new business tycoon, married me, and gave me a life full of happiness. My sister was crazy with jealousy and secretly strangled me to death. Opening my eyes again, my sister unhesitatingly snatched the life I had experienced and chose the Shaw family. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I almost laughed out loud. Did she think the young master of the Shaw family was a good thing? 1 I was reborn, back to the day my sister Lily and I were adopted. “Brother, I am well-behaved, sensible, and can do housework. Please adopt me.” Lily beside me grabbed the hand of Michael Shaw, the young master of the Shaw family. So she was reborn too. “Little girl, didn’t you just say you liked our family?” A wealthy lady spoke up. She was the mother of Lucas Preston, the “Prince of Beijing.” Lucas Preston himself did not come. “I suddenly don’t like your family anymore. Is that not okay?” After Lily finished speaking, she shrank behind Michael. Mrs. Preston was a little annoyed. “A person with such unstable disposition like you is not worthy of entering our Preston family!” Then, she looked at me gently: “Good girl, come with me. Our family also has a brother.” I nodded and reached out my hand. Lily beside me had triumph in her eyes. She seemed very satisfied with my reaction. But she didn’t know that I was more afraid of the viper-like Michael than the “Prince” with a peculiar temperament. In my past life, I frantically wanted to get rid of him. This life, she actually helped me out. Walking to the door with Mrs. Preston, she went to get the car. And Lily walked towards me at this moment, her eyes full of contempt looking at me. “Little sister, this time it’s your turn to be tortured.” I ignored her. Because I thought her behavior right now was like a clown! She thought this was a new life. But she didn’t know that she was jumping from one fire pit into another more dangerous one. 2 After being picked up by the Preston family, Mrs. Preston arranged a special room for me and hired various private tutors to train me in piano, dance, music, etc. She said: “Good girl, let me tell you the truth. I adopted a daughter just to find a suitable daughter-in-law.” “You have to work hard now. Lucas will return to China in a month. As long as he takes a liking to you then, your future life will be very easy. After all, the entire Preston family belongs to him.” In the past life, Lucas didn’t like Lily, so her life was very difficult. I didn’t dare to hope that the aloof and noble “Prince” would take a liking to me. I could only use other ways to help myself. A month later, the Preston family held a grand banquet. It was to celebrate Lucas’s return. Many prestigious families were also invited, and the Shaw family also came because they had cooperation with the Preston family. Lily saw me at a glance, wearing a white princess dress and walking towards me step by step. “Little sister, today will be the most humiliating moment in your life.” In the past life at this banquet, it was her first meeting with Lucas. Lucas frowned the first time he saw her. Then in front of everyone, he told her to get out. She was still clinging to Lucas shamelessly at that time, saying that she was his future wife. Lucas kicked her away with one foot. 3 I was also reborn, so knowing this outcome, I had already thought of a way for myself. Lily thought I would have the same end as her past life. But I’m afraid she’s going to be disappointed. When Lucas was about to enter, I blocked him in the room. This was my first meeting with him. He was a whole head taller than me, and his handsome face was full of indifference. Tsk tsk, he really isn’t easy to approach. I took out a plan and handed it to him. “I know you have a new project now and don’t know how to operate it. This is my plan. I guarantee you can make a profit.” I grew up in an orphanage. Although I didn’t go to school after graduating from high school, I had a strong business mind. In the past life, Michael could become a new business tycoon all because of me as a strategist. “How do you know I took over a new project?” Lucas took the plan and opened a few pages with his slender fingers. In the past life, this project belonged to Michael. When I first went to his house, he was very good to me. So I used my own plan to win this project for him from the partner. It’s just that without me in this life, I found out that the project fell to Lucas. “I investigated.” I smiled. “Mr. Preston, I can help you make project plans in the future.” “But there is one condition, that is, you have to live harmoniously with me in the Preston family in the future, but privately we live our own lives.” Lucas is a businessman and values interests most. If I can bring him value, he will definitely be tempted. Just when I thought he would agree, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “Understood, want to cooperate with me in exchange for peace, right?” “But didn’t my mom tell you that what she adopted was not a daughter, but looking for a daughter-in-law?” “I know, so what do you mean?” I looked at him doubtfully. He curved his lips in a smile and closed the plan. “Your plan is very good. After you marry me, your plans will be mine.” After speaking, he lifted his foot and left. And I was still immersed in what he said just now. What does it mean? Is this taking a liking to me? No! It must be because he wants me to make plans for him all my life that he said such things. 4 When we walked to the hall, Mrs. Preston pulled me and introduced me to the elders. “This is my future daughter-in-law. She has a good personality and looks pretty.” Everyone praised me one after another. Lily, who was beside Michael, looked at me with gloom in her eyes. She walked over with a wine glass and looked at Mrs. Preston. “Auntie, I heard that Mr. Preston just returned to China. I wonder if my little sister and Mr. Preston have met?” “Does he approve of this future wife?” Last time in the orphanage, she didn’t leave a good impression on Mrs. Preston. So much so that Mrs. Preston’s eyes were tinged with displeasure when she heard this. “None of your business!” “Our family affairs are not your turn to question. Who do you think you are?” Michael’s face turned pale when he heard this. “Sorry, Mrs. Preston, my sister is ignorant.” As soon as this remark came out, no one noticed that a haze flashed across his eyes. I saw too many of these looks in the past life. Every time was a sign that my nightmare was about to begin. I took a step back in fear, but accidentally bumped into a warm embrace. Turning my head to look, it turned out to be Lucas. “Be careful.” His eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was gentle like water. Lily in front of me was almost exploding with anger. She must be thinking why Lucas’s attitude towards me was so good. “Mr. Preston, do you really like my little sister?” “Do you know that she is an orphan, and she was previously molested by someone!” Lily’s words made the whole venue quiet down. When I was sleeping in the orphanage before, my clothes were suddenly torn by a middle-aged man. He wanted to molest me, but fortunately, I resisted him with a vase. Afterwards, Lily went around publicizing that I had been molested by this man. Then she told me: “Little sister, guess who arranged that man?” At that moment, I realized that she deliberately framed me. Thinking of this, my fists were clenched tightly. Just as I wanted to speak, Lucas beat me to it. “Is that so?” He looked at Lily. Lily was extremely proud. “Yes, Mia was once by an old man years ago——” Before she finished speaking, she was kicked flying by Lucas. Suddenly, everyone’s attention was attracted. Michael’s face was full of embarrassment. “Mr. Preston, don’t be angry, it’s my fault for not disciplining my sister well.” “If I hear her slander my fiancée again in the future, I will make it impossible for her to stay in this city.” “Oh no, it should be you and your Shaw family get out of this city.” “This sister of yours should be properly disciplined.” Lucas’s voice was terrifyingly cold. Michael hurriedly bowed and scraped: “What Mr. Preston says is right, I will go and teach a lesson immediately.” Slap slap slap Michael went over and slapped Lily on the face left and right. “Ah, don’t hit, it hurts so much…” Lily’s screams filled the whole hall. Mrs. Preston also spoke up. “I have recognized this daughter-in-law. You all remember her name is Mia. If I hear anyone bullying her, I will pay it back tenfold!” “Is that satisfying?” Lucas put his arm around me and said softly. “That is really satisfying!” Even my mammary glands got cleared. 5 Because of the farce Lily created, the relationship between Lucas and I became closer instantly. Moreover, everyone knew that I was the daughter-in-law of the Preston family and respected me very much. As for Lily, she was dragged away by Michael with an angry face. In the past life, Michael didn’t reveal his nature at this time. But because this incident made him lose face today, it accelerated the exposure of his nature. I knew that Lily’s nightmare was about to begin. Don’t know if she can handle it? In the following time, Lily didn’t come to harass me. I also have time to make money and then leave this city. Because after rebirth, I understand a truth. Relying on oneself is the only way! However, when I was looking for a job, Lucas found me. He sent me a text: “Come to my company to help. I’ll give you a salary of 50k a month, and a bonus at the end of the year.” This is good, I just lack a high-paying job. I went happily. However, on the way, my mouth was suddenly covered by someone. When I woke up again, I was in a public toilet. The ground was covered with wet and slippery water stains and foul odors. In front of me was the old man who almost molested me before. He grinned revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth: “When I screw you, you won’t be able to become Mrs. Preston.” “Oh right, forgot to tell you, I already notified the Preston family to come over.” I smiled: “Seems the vase last time didn’t hurt you.” “What do you mean?” I climbed up from the ground and took out a polished bright knife from my pocket. “Do you think having fallen on the road once, I will fall a second time?” Saying that, I cut my arm ruthlessly. Immediately, blood flowed straight out, and I smeared the blood everywhere on my body. At this time, the door was pushed open. “Mr. Preston, don’t beat my sister. She was just too lonely, so she found a man——” Lily stopped when she saw me covered in blood.

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To get revenge on me, Lucas Reed often brought different women home to spend the night. On nights like these, I would always make various noises. Either coughing violently all night. Or getting up every few minutes to drink water. Always creating all kinds of noise. But this didn’t affect him at all. The master bedroom door was always tightly closed. He probably thought I was deliberately making these noises, hoping he would come to see me. Actually, it wasn’t. I was terminally ill, just physically uncomfortable. However, in his view, I was a born liar with endless schemes. Later, the hospital finally announced that I had one month left, time to arrange my affairs. That day. He was leaning against the headboard smoking. I gave him the divorce papers. He sneered, “Done with all your tricks, now using divorce to get my attention?” He wouldn’t divorce. The day his “white moonlight” (first love) went abroad. He said, since I wanted to marry him so much, he would fulfill my wish, but he would make me realize that the most regrettable thing in my life was marrying him. Indeed, I regretted it. But it was all too late. I gave him the other diagnosis report in my hand. “Let’s divorce. You don’t want to carry the title of a widower, do you?” He took the diagnosis report stating I had only one month left, and his hands instantly trembled. He stood up abruptly. “Samantha Jones, damn it, is this your way of fighting me?” He panicked. He forcibly dragged me downstairs and stuffed me into the car. “Cure her, I command you to cure her.” Was he feeling heartache? But all this was too late, too late. 1 Evening. I ate dinner alone. Went into the bathroom. Dawdled in the bathroom for over an hour before coming out wrapped in a bathrobe. Just now in the bathtub. I actually passed out. In front of the mirror, I tied the bathrobe and touched my sharp chin. Any thinner, and I would be unsightly. I came out of the bathroom. The main door opened. Lucas Reed brought a girl back. Eyes met. The girl was scared. “Mr. Reed, she is…” Lucas wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist expressionlessly, “Ignore her, go wait in my room…” The girl glanced at me and went obediently. Only Lucas and I were left in the living room. The air seemed to have settled. Inside the bathrobe, my hands clenched tightly. Lips trembling. “Couldn’t you take her somewhere else?” He leaned against the wine cabinet, a smile on his lips, “Somewhere else? You wouldn’t see it somewhere else, wouldn’t the effect of disgusting you be greatly discounted?” At that moment. My heart ached so much I could hardly breathe. “Whatever.” Finally, I just dropped this sentence, went back to my bedroom, and closed the door. Sounds came from the master bedroom. I covered my ears. But the noise still reached my ears. I dug out my headphones and put them on. Finally could block out those decadent sounds. But in this dark night. The pain seeping into my cells clamored. I curled up into a ball. When a rusty taste spread in my throat. I moved my lips away, a smear of bright red under the lamp. Covered in sweat, I crawled up and stumbled into the bathroom. That night, I didn’t know how long I gritted my teeth in the bathroom, enduring the pain. And how many decadent sounds I heard. The pain on my body eased a little. I crawled up to clean the bloodstains in the bathroom. At this moment, the sounds from the master bedroom stopped, and the door opened. Movement in the living room. Followed by the sound of a beer can opening. “Mr. Reed… do you have any medicine?” The girl’s voice was soft and mushy. After a while. I heard Lucas’s voice, “I’ll buy it for you.” My heart twitched. Wiping the bloodstains on the floor. When the bathroom door was pushed. I happened to turn on the tap to wash my hands. “Is there… someone inside?” The girl’s voice. I didn’t make a sound, turned on the light. “There really is someone.” The girl said resentfully. Lucas, “Medicine will be here soon, what’s wrong?” “I want to wash up, my body feels too sticky.” After a while. Someone leaned against the door. Then the door was knocked twice, bang bang. “Are you done yet? Jojo wants to shower.” I lowered my head, speeding up washing the bloodstains off my hands. Pulled open the door and came out. Walked past him who was still leaning against the door. The girl went into the bathroom. Only then did I turn my head and glance at him. The sweat stains on his body hadn’t dried yet. Holding a beer can in his hand. Why? Must he make me so embarrassed? The master bedroom clearly has a bathroom, but he insisted on bringing her out. He just looked at me like this. Was that gaze triumph, satisfaction, or mockery? I looked away. Got a glass of hot water and put it on the coffee table. Looked down and took out various medicine boxes from the drawer. Then poured out pills one by one. He leaned against the screen, looking at me with a sneer. I arranged the medicine and looked at him quietly. What kind of look was that? He thought I was moaning without illness again, pretending to have a serious illness to get his attention, right? His expression was, Samantha Jones, act all you want, I won’t fall for it. I smiled. Picked up the pills one by one, lifted the water glass, and fed them into my mouth. Finally, tidied up the counter. Walked past him and returned to the room. When I was first diagnosed with leukemia. The doctor asked the family to come. I called him, but he hung up. I carried the medicine back. Indeed had thoughts, didn’t put it in the bedroom. Instead, put it in the drawer in the living room. As long as he opened the drawer one day, he could discover that I had a terminal illness. But half a year passed. He actually didn’t discover it once. Let alone half a year. Even today when I took medicine in front of him, he thought I was acting. Closed the door. I suddenly wanted to laugh. Wonder if the day I die. Will he regret a little bit? His wife once took anti-leukemia medicine in front of him. But he thought it was a wonderful play, at least a play he didn’t fall for. 2 The next day. The girl left. He wasn’t home either. The nanny cooked and left. I drank two mouthfuls of porridge groggily. Got up and walked to the French window. A large patch of warm sunlight spilled here. I raised my fingertips and touched the glass. Seemed to want to touch the light outside. But couldn’t touch it. In college, my eyes were on Lucas Reed. And Lucas Reed’s eyes were on Faye. Faye and I once participated in the same group of campus activities. Also at that time. I found that Faye and I were completely opposite personalities. She didn’t like to express herself, but her self-esteem was particularly strong. Often because of a sentence. She would feel aggrieved and shed tears aside. Because I liked Lucas Reed, many people thought I deliberately bullied her. Starting from that year, my reputation became super bad. And the way Lucas looked at me became cold. The year of graduation. Faye chose to go abroad. Unfoundedly, many people rumored that I domineeringly drove Faye away. Before leaving, she just met me once and told me she was leaving. And, she took the initiative to find me. The day Faye went abroad. Lucas found me and said since I liked him so much, let’s get a marriage certificate. I was bewildered. At that time, I was still too young. Although I felt getting a certificate like this was a bit risky, I still felt I loved him enough and had the ability to make him fall in love with me. I went with him to get the certificate. And from then on, opened the door to his humiliation and revenge on me. I was really stupid at the time. Thinking he asked me to get a certificate, at least he liked me a little bit, right? Unexpectedly, it was all revenge. But what did I do wrong? I didn’t hurt Faye. I didn’t drive her away. But no one believed me. 3 At the beginning of the marriage. I tried hard to change his view. Washing hands to make soup. The arrangement of the home was also all arranged according to his preferences. He got angry. I wouldn’t quarrel with him either. Mrs. Reed was sick, and I also took care of her dutifully. No matter how late he came back from social engagements. I hadn’t slept yet, would cook the hangover soup and bring it to him. And prepare bath water for him. Also learned a set of massage techniques, massaging him when he had a headache. … But these never got a single good word from him. His face was always cold. He rarely touched me. Touching me was definitely rough, not gentle at all. To get his attention. Once when cutting fruit, I deliberately cut my finger. Showed it to him with red eyes. “Hubby, my hand is bleeding, it hurts so much.” But he smiled and pushed my finger away. “Deliberately cutting a slit, you really have means?” I had a fever. I ran to nest in his arms. “Hubby, my head is so hot, feel it.” He pushed me away and continued working. “If you’re sick, find a doctor, why find me?” Even once. I was bitten by his friend’s Tibetan Mastiff. He didn’t even come to help me up. Watching coldly with his friend aside. I limped to the hospital alone to get a vaccine. That day, I walked down from the mountain for a long, long time. It also rained heavily. Soaked all over. Walking, walking, I didn’t know if it was rain or tears flowing on my face. Finally, helplessly squatted down, covering my face. Also since then. I was no longer enthusiastic towards him. Most things at home, I no longer did myself, hired a cooking auntie. No matter how late his social engagements were, I didn’t wait for him anymore. Actively moved out of the master bedroom. Sleeping in the same room, he was also very domineering, always occupying a large area of the bed. Sometimes I woke up. Actually sleeping on the floor. His heart couldn’t be warmed. After the leg injury healed. I was silent for a while. Proposed divorce to him. I thought he would agree very readily. But unexpectedly, he tore up the agreement I handed over. He sneered, “Can’t stand it already? This is just the beginning.” A few days later. I heard from alumni that Faye seemed to have had an accident abroad. But what exactly happened wasn’t clear. For several days in a row, Lucas didn’t come back. And on this day, while pruning flowers and plants, I suddenly started having a nosebleed. Drop by drop, dripping on the flowers and plants. I looked up, but couldn’t stop this surge. The pliers in my hand fell abruptly. I thought of my mother who died from bleeding when I was young. I rushed to the hospital. After a series of checkups. I sat blankly on the chair. In the doctor’s office. The old doctor pushed his glasses frame, flipping through the sheets one by one, looking as solemn as earth. Finally just shook his head. On my diagnosis sheet, finally only five words were written, Acute Leukemia. “Leukemia, is there a difference between acute and chronic?” Facing my numb questioning, the old doctor sighed heavily, “Acute only has three months to a year, while chronic leukemia, some can live for about ten years.” Is that so? I looked down at the word acute on the sheet, hands trembling slightly. The sheet was soaked with water stains. I still have many things to do? Forget it. Do it in the next life if there is one. 4 When I returned home pinching the sheet. Lucas, who had disappeared for five days, was back. He sat on the sofa. I lowered my head, changing shoes. Was stunned by a pair of red high heels at the door. Looked up again. A girl came out of his bedroom. “Mr. Reed, earring caught in hair.” He put down his phone. “Come here.” The girl went over and sat next to him. He helped her gently tease the tangled hair strands. The posture of the two was also full of ambiguity. He looked up, looked over, a trace of interest hanging on his lips. After untangling, he pulled the girl into his arms, leaning against the sofa together. Only I, frozen in place like petrified. Just now, the doctor asked me to notify the family. I knew the call wouldn’t be answered. Still tried to dial. Sure enough, hung up by him after one ring. Turns out, he wasn’t busy at all. Just busy coaxing beauties. And this beauty, I looked over, side profile looked quite like Faye. I came back to my senses. Lowered my head and continued changing shoes. Went to the bedroom, closed the door. 5 That day. After Lucas left with the girl. I put the medicine in the drawer in the living room. Just wondering, what would be his reaction if he saw it one day. However, he never opened that drawer. On the contrary. Since that day. He often brought girls back. From bringing them back at first, to staying overnight at home later. Sometimes, didn’t even close the door. Their laughter and teasing sounds clearly reached my ears. I also knew what happened to Faye. She was cheated into marriage abroad, lost her body and heart, was beaten, and had a mental breakdown. The girls Lucas brought back all had similarities to Faye. He was taking revenge on me for Faye. But after once or twice. I became numb too. Mainly, I was counting days to live myself. Where could I still care about outside matters. Even this man I once loved to the bone, now, I seemed to be numb. However, I didn’t want the title of Mrs. Reed at all. I had to find a way to remove this title. 6 Within half an year. After bringing back twenty girls. Lucas stopped. He seemed tired of playing. And the days at home also increased. However, when I say increased, I just mean he might be home on a certain afternoon of the weekend. My body actually endured for six months. But, it should be about time. Now, even if I don’t move at home and do nothing, I look sickly. This day. There was sunlight outside. I wrapped myself in a thick sweater, wrapped myself like a zongzi (rice dumpling), shrinking at the foot of the sofa, closer to natural light. Since getting sick, I often broke out in cold sweats and felt cold. His bedroom door opened abruptly, and he came out. He walked two steps, stopped abruptly in the living room, and looked at me. I felt the gaze and glanced at him. He stood there tall and long, with suspicion in his eyes. He opened his lips, “It’s so hot, why are you wrapped up so much?” He seemed not to have spoken to me for a long time. I was in a trance for a moment. I replied, “Because it’s cold, why else?” His brow furrowed. “Cold?” I nodded. His face, impeccable from three hundred and sixty degrees, was now clouded over. He turned back and sat down on another sofa, seeming to look at me seriously. Rare, he should haven’t looked at me seriously for a very, very long time. “I heard from the auntie that your appetite is very small now, can’t even eat half a small bowl?” I wrapped the shawl tighter and looked at him. “You care about me?” Eyes met. His expression was still dignified. Maybe my thin and pale face was really worrying to look at. However, my body got worse and worse under his nose. He never suspected if I was seriously ill. Just when I had a little expectation. He got up, slender fingers taking the car key. “Go to the hospital if you are sick. Don’t think not eating and making yourself look like this will provoke heartache. Some people are not worth heartache in a lifetime.” Expectation dashed again. I sneered. He, walking to the hallway, turned his head. Seemed uncomfortable with my sneer. But I no longer looked at him. Turned my head to look at the sunlight outside. He seemed to pause for a while. But in the end, the door slammed shut with a bang.

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When I was seven, Dad brought home a girl and told me to treat her like my own sister. Later, I found out she was the child of his late “white moonlight” (first love). After that day, Dad’s gaze never fell on me again. My “sister” was in poor health, so Dad spent most of his time at the hospital. Even when Mom passed away, he couldn’t make it back to see her one last time. He apologized to me: “If you’re angry, take it out on Dad. Don’t blame your sister, she’s not well.” In the past, I would have turned the world upside down. This time, I just looked at the father and daughter indifferently: “As long as she’s okay.” 1 Mom’s funeral ended. Dad cried until he was a tearful mess; it took several people to pull him up. Long after returning home, he was still holding a box, lost in thought. That was the first gift he ever gave Mom, a box she couldn’t bear to throw away. Seeing me enter, he hurriedly got up and ran towards me, almost tripping: “Did your mother leave any words for me?” I glanced at Sarah, who stood timidly behind him, and shook my head: “Mom left in great pain, she couldn’t say anything.” Dad noticed my gaze, shifted his steps slightly, and subtly shielded Sarah. Even so, he was still worried and added: “Dad is sorry to you, this is all Dad’s fault. If you’re angry, take it out on Dad, don’t blame your sister, she’s not well.” There were still faint scars on his arm, made by me. My reputation for being rebellious and unfilial was known far and wide; I would get physical with my own father at the drop of a hat. And my dad was known as a good man, gentle, considerate, never even speaking a harsh word to anyone. Everyone’s eyes were telling me, go ahead and make a scene, just like usual, find a handy tool and smash it at them. But this time, I only felt exhausted. I understood why Mom told me before she left not to make trouble like before, that it would be very tiring. She had been tired for over a decade and didn’t want me to be like her. She wanted me to walk out, leave here, leave that home. “As long as Sarah is okay.” Dad’s eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief. I turned around holding Mom’s portrait and went into my room, closing the door. Over the years, to treat Sarah’s illness, the family’s savings were almost gone. The house was sold, the car was sold, and the current home was rented for us by my uncle. Sarah’s illness was almost cured, but my mom passed away because there was no money for timely treatment. In the afternoon, I went out and dyed my eye-catching red hair black, and combed up my heavy bangs. I wandered the streets for a while, not knowing where to go, and went to the cemetery again. I wanted Mom to see, she liked me looking well-behaved and spirited the most. When I returned, Dad was cooking, and Sarah was helping on the side. The two were talking about something, their faces beaming with smiles. Sarah even posted a moment on social media: [I have the best dad in the world.] The accompanying picture was a beautiful dress. I casually liked it, and the post was deleted very quickly. Sarah looked at me, her small face pale. Dad hurriedly walked over to explain: “Emily, she… she couldn’t wear dresses before because of her illness, just commemorating it, don’t be angry.” “It looks nice.” The two looked at each other, confused. I sat at the dinner table: “What’s for dinner tonight?” Sarah hurriedly brought the dishes out, surprised: “Sister dyed her hair back?” Only then did Dad notice: “Why did you think of dyeing your hair black?” I shrugged: “The school doesn’t allow students to have red hair.” Before, I always went against Sarah. She liked wearing white, I wore black. She was well-behaved and sensible, I was rebellious and flashy. I wanted to be different from this good child in everything. I thought, this way Dad would definitely see me, blame me, scold me, right? After all, before Sarah came, he devoted all his efforts to educating me, giving me everything he could. But no, he never scolded me for this. Actually, he never noticed my changes. His eyes only fell on Sarah, so I bullied Sarah, putting cigarette ash in her cup, deliberately spilling soup on her white clothes. Sure enough, Dad got angry and hit me for the first time. Mom had a huge fight with him because of this. Sarah was scared into an episode, and Dad took Sarah away from home for half a year. Finally, it was my uncle who came to mediate and took Mom to apologize before he came back. At night, I got up to drink water and found Dad hadn’t slept yet. He was sitting on the sofa mending clothes, Sarah’s school uniform. “Emily? Up for water?” “Mm.” He held the clothes somewhat awkwardly: “Dad will mend yours after finishing Sarah’s.” “I mended mine.” His eyes widened, staring at me motionlessly. Before, I would throw the clothes directly on his head, ordering him to mend them for me. If they weren’t torn, I would deliberately tear them. Whatever Sarah had, I had to have too. I thought by making a fuss, I would get it. Now, I don’t care anymore. After drinking water, I went in to study. I promised Mom I would get into college. 2 Over the past few years, I had fallen behind too much in my studies, and the teachers had given up on me. Fortunately, I called the teacher just now to ask about homework. Seeing the sake of my late mother, she told me kindly and suggested I buy some basic workbooks to start from the simplest. The next day at school, classmates and teachers were surprised to see me like this. The homeroom teacher nodded: “Look how spirited you look now. Before you looked like a little delinquent, what was good about that?” I stood up and bowed to apologize to the teachers: “Before, I was ignorant and caused trouble for all the teachers. I will study hard in the future.” If it weren’t for my mom repeatedly going to the school to plead with teachers and leaders, I would have probably been expelled long ago. I did these things to get Dad’s attention, but it only implicated Mom. He never came once. Many classmates thought I was from a single-parent family. The teacher even made a special home visit to help me. As a result, seeing that I was actually sisters with the model student Sarah, she sighed helplessly: “Growing up in the same family, how can there be such a big difference?” Dad hurriedly pulled Sarah to pour water for the teacher, humbly and flatteringly saying: “Our Sarah is in poor health, we still have to trouble the teacher to take care of her at school.” Mom and I stood silently aside. When Mom left, she left me some money. It was the college fund she had saved for me over the years. I signed up for online courses and studied like crazy for a month. My grades finally weren’t so infuriating. Sarah’s birthday arrived too. It was her eighteenth birthday, and Dad meant to organize a good one. However, our family had no money to eat out. He cooked himself and asked Sarah to invite friends to play at home. Mom’s portrait was still hanging in the house; her “first seven days” (mourning period) hadn’t even passed. The kitchen was full of ingredients Dad prepared, all Sarah’s favorites. “Sarah can’t eat spicy food.” Seeing me chopping Thai chili peppers, he said. I ignored him and continued chopping. He suddenly walked over, grabbed my hand, and snatched the knife away: “I told you, Sarah can’t eat spicy food. She just recovered from her illness. What do you want to do?” He shouted a few sentences and wasn’t satisfied, then earnestly educated me: “It’s your sister’s eighteenth birthday today. Let’s not make trouble, okay? Can we let her have a happy birthday? Consider it Dad begging you.” What about my eighteenth birthday? My eighteenth birthday was spent in the hospital with Mom. He didn’t even say happy birthday. It wasn’t until the next day when he saw the cake bag in the ward that he remembered and made up for it with a gift bought casually at the hospital entrance. “Sister.” Sarah screamed, “Your hand.” Only then did I feel a burning pain in my palm. Blood flowed down my fingertips to the floor. My palm was cut by the knife with a thin and long slit. Not deep, but a lot of blood gushed out. Dad was startled and hurriedly threw the knife on the cutting board. “Emily, Dad didn’t mean to.” His voice trembled a little, looking at my face carefully, “Dad will take you to the hospital to bandage it right now.” I pushed his hand away: “It’s Sarah’s birthday today.” His movement stopped. “I’ll go by myself. It’s not serious anyway.” After speaking, I took my phone and ID card and walked out of that home. I didn’t see Dad looking at my back for a long time at the door, murmuring: “Has Emily changed?” 3 I didn’t go to the hospital, just found a pharmacy and bandaged it myself. Then I went to the bookstore, bought test papers, and started working on them. I got seven out of ten questions wrong. Angry, I slammed my injured hand on the table, the pain almost making me jump up and scream. “Even if you self-harm, you still won’t know it. It’s an IQ problem.” I turned my head and saw Lucas Reed sitting behind me. He curled his lip and smiled maliciously: “It’s really rare to see you here.” He is the academic god. Before, I never felt how amazing he was. But a few days ago, the teacher proudly announced that he got full marks in math again. And me, thirty points. Thinking of this, my eyes couldn’t help but fill with adoration. “Hehe, we’ll meet often here in the future.” He shrank back: “Whoever you are, get out of Emily’s body quickly.” I wasn’t angry at all, brazenly moved quickly to his side: “Teach me.” He glanced casually: “Choose B.” “Why?” “Can only choose B.” Me: “…” All afternoon, I forgot my injured hand and almost gave the academic god a heart attack in the library. When it was getting dark, I packed up to go home. Lucas had a dark face. The moment he walked out of the library, he said hatefully: “I hope I never meet someone as stupid as you again in this life.” “Hehe.” He stepped back a few steps in fright: “What? Don’t even think about it.” My eyes reddened instantly: “You know, my mom just passed away. Her biggest wish was…” “Okay, okay, okay.” He raised his hands in surrender. “If you’re not afraid of being humiliated and scolded by me, I have nothing to be afraid of.” “Thank you, thank you.” I excitedly held his hand, “My mom will definitely come to thank you personally from the netherworld.” “Thank Auntie for me, personally is really not necessary.” The bus came, I ran over quickly, and sincerely thanked him again. This afternoon, I suffered the most insults since birth. Lucas is smart, studies well, looks good, and comes from a good family, but has almost no pursuers because his mouth is too poisonous. However, amidst the scolding, I completed a test paper for the first time. Turns out, doing problems can also be so fulfilling. When I went back, Sarah’s birthday party was over. As soon as I entered, Dad hurried over, made a “shh” gesture, and pointed to Sarah’s room. Only then did I hear sobbing coming from inside. “She invited a friend but he didn’t come, she’s sad, don’t provoke her.” I pushed him away and turned into my own room. After a while, Dad knocked and came in again: “How’s the hand? What did the doctor say?” As he spoke, he handed over an exquisite gift box from behind: “This is what Dad bought specially for you.” Inside must be a hairpin. I have received many identical ones. Every time he lost his temper with me because of Sarah, he would buy something to coax me. The price isn’t high, incomparable to Sarah’s gifts, but it’s wrapped by him personally, exquisite and beautiful, making it seem like he values and cherishes this daughter very much. But, I am just this spineless. Every time I received it, my resentment towards him dissipated, and then I sat happily in the corner, telling myself that he must love me. He only treats Sarah so well because of her poor health. “Thanks.” I took the gift and put it casually on the desk, then continued doing problems. He stood by my side, watched for a long time, and finally sighed and went out. When I came out after showering, I saw Sarah standing in front of my desk, wearing that new dress. She didn’t notice me coming in, just focused on examining my test paper, her hands trembling slightly. “Who let you in?” She turned around a beat slow, looking at me with red eyes. Only then did I see what she was holding was the test paper I snatched from Lucas. “This, this, where did you get this from?” A young girl’s thoughts are just this obvious. Actually, I discovered her crush on Lucas earlier than she did. “Do you think I stole it?” I walked slowly to her and took the test paper. There was no name written on it, but she recognized it at a glance. Like him this much? “Sister,” she also realized her loss of composure and hurriedly changed the subject, “I came to bring you cake, saved specially for you.” She held the cake carefully, looking at me. “Thanks, but I ate out with Lucas today, very full.” Her smile nearly cracked, but she still tried hard to maintain it: “Is, is that so? Then, I’ll put it in the fridge first.” Watching her fleeing back, I felt somewhat carefree in my heart, but this pleasure of revenge was fleeting and didn’t stay long. Over the years, Sarah tried every way to please me and my mom. No matter how I bullied her, she just wiped her tears secretly, and after wiping tears, followed my butt calling sister this and sister that. However, no matter what efforts she makes, it cannot cover up the fact that because of her, our family fell apart. The next day, as soon as I arrived in class, Lucas came over brazenly and snatched my schoolbag: “I’m checking if you slacked off last night.” Then, while checking, he scolded me as a pig over my wrong answers. I looked up slightly and saw Sarah looking at Lucas, looking somewhat pitiful. Feeling wronged just like this? Perhaps, I should be more intimate with Lucas to make her suffer more. But I couldn’t do it no matter what, finally just sat silently in my seat. “You can get this question wrong too? Do you really have no brain, or are you deliberately angering me?” I lay on the table, answering honestly: “Really no brain.” Lucas was stunned, coughed twice, and actually started explaining to me. With Lucas helping me, my grades indeed improved relatively fast. By the end of the first mock exam, I was no longer at the bottom of the class. The teacher even specially issued a certificate to praise me, asking me to call my dad over, saying he wanted to award me in front of the parent. Since I went astray and rebellious, I had never received a certificate again. “My dad doesn’t have time.” The teacher was somewhat disappointed. But when I got home, I saw Dad made a big table of dishes saying to celebrate my progress. Seeing Sarah beside him, I knew what was going on. “Sister, these are all made by Dad specially for you.” I looked at the table full of bland dishes. Made for me? “Let’s eat.” I ate without tasting, then went into the room. Sarah whispered: “Sister seems unhappy?” Dad answered her: “Your sister has had this bad temper since she was little, unpredictable, don’t mind her.” When I was about to sleep, Dad knocked and came in, praising my progress again, and saying he would make me nutritious meals every day. “Just say it if you have something.” He was interrupted by me from painting a big picture (making empty promises), and wasn’t angry. After thinking for more than ten seconds, he said: “I remember your mom left two gold bracelets, right?” 4 My heart lifted instantly, looking at him warily. “Although Sarah’s surgery was successful, this medicine still needs to be taken for a while, so Dad thought…” “Don’t even think about it.” To treat Sarah’s illness, everything in the house that could be sold was sold. Only these two gold bracelets were left by Grandma. My mom had a huge fight with him and almost jumped off the building to keep them. This also became the only thought Mom left for me besides the pile of old clothes and shoes given by others. “Don’t worry, when Sarah gets better, Dad will definitely return them to you.” I stood up, trying hard to control my anger: “How return? This is what Mom left me, can you buy them back?” “No no no,” he waved his hands repeatedly, “Dad will definitely buy a pair of better ones for you.” “Get out.” I pointed at the door, “Do you have a conscience? What kind of life have Mom and I lived for Sarah these years? Now that she’s dead, you still covet her things. Are you human?” His face instantly turned cold, but after a few seconds, he looked like a good old man again: “Dad has been unfair to you these years, but Sarah is the sister who grew up with you. Are you going to watch her die?” “What does her life or death have to do with me?” I shouted at him hoarsely, “It’s best if she dies.” Slap!!! I lost my balance and fell to the ground. My left face went numb instantly, and my ears were buzzing. It took a long time for the dizziness to disappear, and my face followed with burning pain. “Do you still look like a daughter? I came to discuss with you because my temper is too good.” Saying that, he was about to push me away to find things. However, turning my room upside down, he couldn’t find those two bracelets. “Where are the things?” “Sold.” “Where’s the money?” I smiled coldly: “Spent.” “You…” He raised his hand to hit me again but was hugged by Sarah who rushed in suddenly. “Dad, I still have medicine, don’t hit sister.” I don’t know how much sincerity was in her persuasion, and I didn’t care to check. David Song (Dad) pointed at me with trembling fingers: “Get out.” I slowly got up, packed my few clothes into my schoolbag, took my ID: “Do you think I want to stay in this house?” If it weren’t for Mom’s shadow here, I wouldn’t want to look at them again. I put on my bag and strode out. David Song was still cursing behind me: “If you leave today, don’t think about entering this house again.” “Don’t worry,” my steps didn’t stop, “I won’t come back.”

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My distant aunt passed away and left me a huge inheritance. But the condition for inheriting it was to raise her autistic grandson. 1 “How much?” I asked the lawyer. He pushed up his glasses and stated a number I couldn’t refuse. “Real estate not included,” he added. My eyes lit up. I patted my knees, dirty from moving packages. “Deal. I’ll sign.” “Miss Chen, do you accept the additional condition?” “Raising a person? With this much money, how could I not?” Lawyer Wu said discontentedly, “He is not an ordinary person. You might need to understand this group of people with such problems carefully.” I thought for a moment: “Okay, let’s meet first.” At noon the next day, I arrived at the agreed location a few minutes late. The team leader at the company exploited employees for a long time. The number of interns he scolded to tears in a team was countless. If it weren’t for earning money to pay off debts, I would have run away long ago. 2 As soon as I arrived, I saw Lawyer Wu from a distance. He pointed to a flower shop not far away, looking slightly helpless: “He’s over there. Go over and I’ll tell you.” I walked into this ridiculously large flower shop with him. It was more like a small botanical garden than a flower shop. “Luke loves plants. His major abroad was also botany. You must remember that his only interest and hobby is plants.” I was surprised: “You mean he can also study?” Lawyer Wu looked at me speechlessly: “He is autistic, not stupid.” I nodded awkwardly. Lawyer Wu reminded me: “If you can’t make him accept you as family, you will lose the right to inherit the estate.” “Then what is the standard for measuring his acceptance of me?” “He is willing to live with you.” Lawyer Wu tirelessly stated the precautions. My gaze was suddenly attracted by a figure in front. 3 The person was tall, thin, and pale, with clear black and white eyes, very pure, looking intently at the potted plant in front of him. Sunlight fell on him through the transparent skylight, plating a layer of fine light. He stretched out his slender fingers and tapped the leaves. “Are you sick?” His voice was very soft. “Is it him?” I asked Lawyer Wu. He held his glasses and nodded cautiously. “Luke, your little aunt is here.” I hurried to wave my hand: “I’m not much older than him. Just call me by my name.” But obviously Luke was more familiar with Lawyer Wu. Without raising his head, he repeated: “Little Aunt.” I tentatively walked up to him: “Like this tree?” He seemed not to hear me speaking, just gently stroking the leaves, like healing the tree. When leaving the flower shop, I bought that potted plant and gave it to Luke. When he took it, he said thank you very softly. According to the contract agreement, I took Luke to live with me. After successfully passing three months, I would be able to obtain the entire inheritance. 4 The apartment I rented wasn’t big, but living for two people was completely fine. Besides, it was close to where I worked, so I never thought of moving out. Luke was obviously very restrained coming to the new environment. The only things he said to me were “Where is Grandma” or “Where is Uncle Wu.” I didn’t hide it from him: “Grandma passed away. Uncle Wu is busy. You will live with me from now on, okay?” He didn’t speak. I thought he agreed. When I came back from work, he was gone. I was so anxious that I didn’t even change my shoes and was about to go out to find him. Suddenly I heard movement on the balcony. I walked over and looked. He was shrunk in the corner of the balcony, hiding behind the flower stand. He sat quietly on the ground, like a silent plant. I pushed aside the dense spider plants. He subconsciously raised his head, his eyes clear. I breathed a sigh of relief: “Time to eat.” 5 He didn’t get up, only asked me: “Where is Grandma?” “Passed away. Did you forget?” After a good while, he blinked: “Grandma passed away.” “Come out, eat first.” He hid further inside, covering his ears forcefully. “Don’t like here, want to go home.” Helpless, I coaxed: “Send you home after eating.” He hesitated and dawdled for a good while before coming out. Lawyer Wu said Luke had been treated and grew up abroad since he was ten years old, and needed some time to adapt to domestic life. At the dinner table, he ate half a bowl of rice anyway. I breathed another sigh of relief. This feeling was very wonderful. He was like a rare plant transplanted to my home, and I was just a novice craftsman who needed to regulate all elements well to ensure he could survive. After all, he was really my money tree. 6 “Awesome.” I touched his head praisingly. He didn’t reject it and also touched his own head. His hair was fluffy and soft, just like the touch of Taxus chinensis (Chinese yew). The Taxus chinensis was the potted plant I gave him. After eating, he put the bowls into the kitchen, then turned back and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” “There is no dishwasher here, but Auntie puts the bowls in the dishwasher.” I rolled up my sleeves: “It’s okay. Go play.” He stood at the kitchen door looking at me for a good while before walking away, alive like a rich young master who had never seen poverty life. When I finished cleaning up the kitchen, he was talking to the potted plant to himself. I approached while mopping the floor. Listening carefully, he was repeating the characteristics of this type of plant. The professional terms he said made me confused. After he finished speaking, I tried to talk to him: “Are you talking to it?” “I am talking to you.” “Got it. I’m listening.” He seemed a little happy, squatting in front of the spider plants to talk again. Could hear that he was very familiar with the habits of these plants. When I finished mopping the floor, he got up and said: “Little Aunt, I want to go home.” 7 “Don’t you want to live with me?” “I live with Grandma.” “Grandma passed away. She let me take care of you. You will live with me from now on, okay?” He got anxious upon hearing this: “No good. Don’t want Little Aunt.” I rubbed my forehead. Problems just after getting home. “I want to go home.” He repeated stubbornly. I had a brainwave, pointing at a few half-dead flowers and plants on the windowsill. “What will happen to them if you leave? No one helps me take care of them, they will die.” He was stunned, his expression a bit tangled. I squatted in front of him, put my palms together very sincerely. “Help me take care of them, okay? Please.” “When they bloom, I will go home.” Listening to this meaning, he agreed to stay. 8 I catered to his likes and arranged the home into a botanical garden. Plants were the medium for communicating with Luke. After getting along for a month, he at least got used to my existence. Luke was quite talented in raising flowers and plants. My jasmine on the balcony that never bloomed actually developed many flower buds. He could even know what time period the flowers opened, sitting by the balcony waiting in the middle of the night, and shaking me awake as soon as the flowers opened. I rubbed my sleep-filled eyes and was pulled by him to look at the flowers. When Luke was happy, his eyes would shine with sparkling starlight, and those eyes became more lively. “Does Sarah like flowers?” He asked me. Since I told him my name, he would take turns calling. “Like.” I yawned. “There are many, many flowers at home. Uncle Wu said someone helps me take care of them, but I want to go home.” He was talking about the home abroad. Luke had a three hundred square meter greenhouse there. “I’ll accompany you back when I have holidays.” He didn’t refuse me this time and smiled and said good. 9 Returning home from work this day, the neighbor grandmother’s eyes looking at me were incorrect. She shook her head, sighed and walked past me. My face was full of question marks, and the door was pushed open. Qin Kaiyang looked at me with sarcastic eyes: “Okay you Sarah Chen, broke up less than two months ago, and brought a wild man home?” I pushed him away. Luke was bringing dishes to the table. “Little Aunt, time to eat.” I gave Qin Kaiyang a slap backhand: “You fucking let him cook?!” Qin Kaiyang covered his face and roared: “Fucking I cooked! He insisted on serving!” 10 At the dinner table, it fell into a weird silence. After a good while, I opened my mouth: “Give me back the key.” “Enough heartless you.” Qin Kaiyang folded his arms, looking up and down at Luke, “He is a relative from Chen Zhendong’s side, can count as your nephew?” “If he can find me, it counts.” I said. Qin Kaiyang knew I was a reorganized family. Chen Zhendong was my stepfather. His business failed and he died of a heart attack, leaving a buttload of debts. Qin Kaiyang twitched the corners of his mouth: “It’s fine you pay debts for Chen Zhendong, but still pick up such a big burden to carry, are you out of your mind?” “You don’t understand.” This is not a burden, it’s a money tree. He shouted: “I’m preparing to study abroad, leaving in a few days.” I was expressionless: “Congratulations.” “I said I want to study abroad and you have no reaction? Don’t you want to keep me?” Before I spoke, Luke suddenly said: “Don’t want him to stay.”

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Seven years ago, Lucas Reed and I broke up because we were from different worlds. Seven years later, I’m a corporate executive earning a million a year. And Lucas, bankrupt, has become a delivery guy. Looking at the still handsome man in front of me, I casually handed him a bank card. “Five thousand a month. I’ll be your sugar mommy.” Lucas accepted the card with utter humiliation. The day after he moved into my place, I accidentally heard him on the phone: “I’m busy, don’t bother me with small projects worth five hundred million.” 1 I never thought my reunion with Lucas would be so dramatic. “Hello ma’am, your delivery.” Lucas held the bag with one hand, slowly putting away his impatient expression. He narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down several times before asking in disbelief: “Sophia?” I looked up at Lucas in a daze. Haven’t seen him for seven years, he’s still so handsome. The yellow delivery uniform worn on his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs looked like luxury haute couture. Earlier this year, I heard classmates chatting occasionally, saying Lucas’s family seemed to have gone bankrupt. I didn’t take it to heart at the time. A starved camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter what happened to the Reed family, they were much better off than us ordinary people, not my place to sympathize. But I never expected Lucas to be reduced to delivering food. Graduated from a prestigious school, looking like a supermodel, what job couldn’t he find? Why deliver food? Lucas, how have you been these years? Are you married? Do you have kids? A thousand words turned into one sentence on my lips: “You’re late.” Lucas was stunned, then chuckled, his eyes curved like crescents. “Sophia, haven’t seen you for years, you’re still so funny.” I just looked at him silently. I understand, I understand everything. The favored son of heaven fell to the mortal world, and was bumped into by his ex-girlfriend at his most down-and-out moment. Besides using jokes to alleviate embarrassment, he could do nothing. 2 “You have an order that is late, please deliver it as soon as possible.” The phone Lucas placed on his chest vibrated non-stop, interrupting my thoughts. He frowned, took out his phone, and chose to turn it off without hesitation. I was stunned by his willful operation. “I heard a late order deducts 20 bucks, you must be losing a lot of money.” “Can you afford to raise a wife and kids?” Lucas put the phone in his pocket nonchalantly. “One person full, the whole family not hungry.” Oh, so he is still single. My gaze slowly moved down from Lucas’s face, finally settling on his lower abdomen. Haven’t seen him for years, are his abs still as shaped as before? Last month I went to see a Chinese doctor for irregular periods, and the doctor suggested I find a boyfriend. He said it was endocrine disorders due to being single for too long. If I really didn’t have a boyfriend, looking at handsome guys more would also work. Handsome guy, isn’t he here? “Sophia, you’re drooling.” I flusteredly raised my sleeve to wipe the corner of my mouth, only to find Lucas was tricking me. He looked at my awkward and embarrassed appearance, chest vibrating, laughing until tears came out. “Sophia, you’re so cute.” Cute? Cute my ass! I turned angry from embarrassment, suddenly remembering our unpleasant breakup experience. 3 Lucas and I were college classmates. He was low-key and didn’t deliberately show off his wealth. And I didn’t know his family background was amazing until graduation. At that time, Lucas invited me to his house as a guest. I used my internship salary saved for several months to carefully prepare gifts. Lucas’s mom threw them to the nanny casually, saying these defective products wouldn’t even be eaten by their nanny, asking the nanny to give them to poor relatives in the countryside. Lucas’s sister even took out a photo, telling me their family planned to arrange a marriage with this girl. In another two months, the beautiful girl in the photo would become Lucas’s fiancée. “Oh, don’t worry, my brother is very generous.” “Before breaking up, he will definitely give you a breakup fee.” I was still very young then. Except for fragile pride and self-esteem, I had nothing. When Lucas chased out from the bathroom, I had already run far away and blocked all his contact information. After the breakup, I spent a dark time. My best friend couldn’t bear to see me washing my face with tears every day and went to question Lucas. But Lucas’s attitude was extremely cold, saying something like he misjudged me. I gave up completely and threw all my energy into work. Men will change their hearts, work won’t. All the time and energy you put in will be rewarded. Just like now. I remembered the humiliation his family once inflicted on me, and blood rushed up. That’s called anger rising from the heart, evil growing to the gall. I turned back into the room, and under Lucas’s surprised gaze, took out a bank card from my bag and handed it to him, with a slow and arrogant attitude. “Lucas, working hard delivering food, you can’t make much money a month, right?” “Why not follow me, I’ll give you a salary of 5,000 a month, how about it?” 4 Lucas didn’t speak, just stared at my slender and fair fingers. Just when my arm was getting sore, he suddenly lowered his head and responded softly, almost inaudibly. “Okay.” Looking at his sad and heartbroken appearance, fragile enough to shatter, I felt I was about to shatter too. 5,000! That’s 5,000 dollars a month! I just wanted to humiliate him, why did he agree? Shouldn’t he slap away my bank card, drop a sentence “Don’t bully the middle-aged poor” and then turn around and leave? Heaven knows what I paid for this million-dollar annual salary! Although my annual salary is a million, that’s pre-tax. After deducting various taxes and social security, I only get about 60,000 a month in hand. My hand holding the bank card was trembling slightly. Lucas tried to pull the card from my hand, failing three times. “Sophia, you don’t actually have money, do you?” Lucas looked teasingly, the corners of his thin and shaped lips turned up, pulling a mocking smile lightly. I really wanted to admit I was posturing. But my self-esteem didn’t allow it. So I let go, tossing my head arrogantly. “Work hard, serve me well, salary doubles.” Lucas left with my card with an extremely complicated expression. He didn’t take the card, but my heart. I decided, no matter how well he does, I will nitpick. A month later, fire him on the grounds of poor service. This way I only lose 5,000 dollars, okay okay, not too much. 5 “Where is he?” “Where is the person?!” Bestie Chloe rushed into my house with messy hair, wearing cartoon pajamas, mask not yet peeled off her face. I put down my phone and rolled my eyes at her. “You’re fast enough.” Just finished talking to her about Lucas, less than five minutes, she arrived. Her apartment complex isn’t close to mine, takes more than ten minutes to drive, at least half an hour if there’s traffic. “Cut the crap, where’s Lucas?!” “Left of course, won’t come until tomorrow night.” Chloe bounded in front of me like a rabbit, winking ambiguously at me. “Thought about how to humiliate him yet?” “Whip, candle, and handcuffs?” “Two sets of butler outfits?” Butler outfits? What butler outfits, the kind of sexy apron revealing eight-pack abs, or… Thinking of Lucas wearing an apron with that ascetic and cold face, I felt heat all over my body. Especially in the lower abdomen, besides heat, there was a familiar soreness. I pressed Chloe’s face and pushed her away, running quickly to the toilet. After a long time, a muffled groan came from the toilet. “Chloe, I got my period.” “Seems like there’s no pads at home, go buy some for me.” Chloe poked half a head from the door, looking amazed. “My god!” “If I remember correctly, you haven’t had a period for two months, right?” “Period that Chinese medicine couldn’t bring down, came after seeing Lucas once?” “Exciting!” I casually picked up the tissue beside me and threw it at her face. “Get out!” 6 The next morning I was woken up by the doorbell. With messy hair, I stared dumbfounded at the row of huge suitcases at the door. Lucas raised an eyebrow, revealing a brilliant smile at me. “Good morning, sugar mommy.” I grabbed his wrist, staring incredulously at the watch that looked very expensive. “It’s only six in the morning, bro!” “This watch is fake, high-end imitation,” Our voices sounded at the same time. Lucas withdrew his wrist, calmly took off the watch and stuffed it into his bag. “Didn’t you say perform well and salary doubles?” “Of course I have to be diligent.” Damn it! Actually having this kind of thought! Lucas pushed the suitcase and walked very naturally into my bedroom. Seeing he was about to hang clothes in my closet, I hurried to stop him. “What are you doing?” Lucas blinked innocently. “Didn’t you say serve you?” “How to serve you without living together?” The last few words, he leaned into my ear to say, deliberately using a vocal fry. “You, you you.” My face flushed red, feeling Lucas really fell. To make money, actually wanted to seduce me. Seems his life hasn’t been easy these years. The flower of the high mountains fell from the altar, finally knowing the value of money. “Your room is over there, I’m used to sleeping alone.” Lucas pushed the luggage and strode away, his back revealing a bit of disappointment. Disappointment? Must be me overthinking.

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My parents’ biological daughter, who was kidnapped seventeen years ago, came home. Mom held her in her arms, calling her sweetheart again and again. But she stared at me, feigning innocence: “Since I’m back, shouldn’t sister go back to her own home?” She thought I was a thief adopted to enjoy her privileged life. But she didn’t realize that after she said this, the house fell into instant silence. 1 Zoe is my parents’ biological daughter. She was kidnapped and sold to a remote mountainous area when she was young, and only returned home today. I just came back from baseball practice. As soon as I reached the door, I heard suppressed crying from inside the house. Walking in, I found my mom hugging a girl, crying uncontrollably. My dad stood beside them, a six-foot-tall man with red eyes. Mom’s voice was hoarse: “Mom has finally waited for you.” “You don’t know how much I regret leaving you alone with that nanny.” I instantly understood the girl’s identity. My parents had a biological daughter. At that time, they were starting a business and had no time to take care of her, so they hired a nanny. Both of them left early and returned late every day, spending little time even with their daughter, so naturally, they didn’t know the nanny was a habitual kidnapper. Later, when the child was four years old, she was sold by the nanny, and they couldn’t find her for many years. “Who is this?” A weak voice brought me back to reality. I looked up and found her staring at me. I frowned subconsciously; her gaze made me a bit uncomfortable. She reacted strongly, flinching and leaning closer into my mom’s arms. Mom patted her back soothingly and said with a smile, “Don’t be afraid, this is your sister.” Mom introduced me again: “Sophia, this is your sister, Zoe.” “But, I remember I don’t have a sister.” She hesitated for two seconds and looked at me timidly. Mom said: “Sophia is…” I smiled and took over: “I was adopted.” “Oh, so that’s it.” Her voice weakened, murmuring listlessly: “Mom and Dad already have a child.” Mom quickly hugged her heartache: “Zoe, having a sister isn’t a bad thing. There’s one more person in the family to love you.” Zoe looked gloomy, tears spilling from her eyes, “I thought Mom and Dad would only love me alone. Why share the love that belongs to me with my sister?” 2 Now I’m sure my discomfort wasn’t an illusion. She has full hostility towards me. But it’s understandable. She suffered so much outside before coming home. Seeing her biological parents meticulously raising another child, she naturally feels uncomfortable. I was just about to explain to her: “Sister Zoe, actually I am…” Zoe inadvertently amplified her crying: “Should I not have come back? Now I’m disturbing your life as a family of three?” My dad was anxious instantly: “Zoe, what nonsense are you talking about! Your mom and I have looked forward to this for so many years. We are too happy you are back. Which parents are willing to let their children suffer outside?” Zoe looked at my dad helplessly: “Really?” “Of course!” Receiving a positive answer, she smiled through tears, hugged my dad tightly, and leaned her head on him dependently. “Thank you, Dad.” Mom and Dad breathed a sigh of relief. The next second she suddenly suggested: “Since I’m back, shouldn’t sister go home?” The air instantly stilled, only the shallow breathing of everyone could be heard. She looked at my mom with expectant eyes. Mom subconsciously avoided it. Dad pretended to drink tea to avoid her gaze. She finally realized something was wrong, and panic appeared on her face: “Dad, did I say something wrong?” I saw the dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes and was slightly stunned. Dad coughed: “Two daughters in our family give Dad face when spread out. Let’s not change it.” Mom also chimed in: “Yes, you just came back. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask Sophia for help.” Zoe didn’t seem to expect this request to be rejected so decisively, and looked at me subconsciously. I hooked my lips at her: “Sure.” Taking my baseball bat, I turned and went out the door. Mom’s panicked voice came from behind: “Sophia, Sophia.” 3 I walked directly to the neighbor’s house next door. Unlocked it with my fingerprint and went straight in. This household lives my nominal aunt and uncle, actually my biological parents. That’s right, I was adopted by my current parents. So when Zoe showed hostility towards me, although I understood, I wouldn’t be cheap enough to think I owed her anything. You know, it was my aunt (current mom) who lost her daughter back then and begged my biological mom on her knees to adopt me in despair. My biological mom didn’t agree at first. She gave birth to three sons before expecting a daughter like me, so how could she give me away? But my aunt and uncle were willing to buy a house next to mine, and because they were going crazy looking for their daughter and looked inhumanly thin, my biological mom relented and agreed. My name is Sophia Shen, taking my biological mom’s surname. The middle name is my biological dad’s surname. This was the only request my biological mom made for my aunt to adopt me. So people outside who didn’t know spread rumors that my aunt and uncle were deeply in love and let their only daughter take her mother’s surname. Even Zoe thought I lived the privileged life that belonged to her and enjoyed the pampering and favoritism that belonged to her. But I should have been loved by thousands. To be honest, if I were raised by my biological parents, I would be ten thousand times happier than now. After all, I have a pair of chic and loving parents, a ruthless CEO big brother, a gentle and jade-like hospital director second brother, and a willful and flamboyant director third brother. I have many backers, and they are strong. Recalling the dissatisfaction and resentment in Zoe’s eyes towards me, I tutted lightly. The days ahead are afraid to be restless. The new cousin who came back is a “white lotus” (someone who pretends to be innocent but is actually manipulative). 4 Since I can remember, my biological parents and brothers haven’t ignored me. They even took excellent care of me when my aunt and uncle had work. They told me more than once that although I was adopted by my aunt, the family always welcomed me back. For this reason, they specially prepared a room for me, with my exclusive study and piano room. So I didn’t feel uncomfortable coming back at all, lying on the sofa eating the fruit cut by the maid leisurely. Rapid footsteps came from outside the door. My mom and dad rushed in: “Sophia, Sophia.” “What’s wrong?” Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me and quickly cupped my face. “Baby Sophia has been wronged. Zoe is a bit sensitive just coming back, don’t be angry.” I asked back: “So I deserve to be unwelcome?” Dad was startled: “What are you saying?!” “We watched you grow from a little one into a big girl. You are our own daughter. Who dares not welcome you?” Mom also said: “Sophia, saying this really cuts Mom’s heart.” “Alright, then I don’t want to go back and hear her say such bad luck words. I’ll stay here for a few days.” Mom and Dad said in unison: “No, you go back with Mom. I’m worried about you.” One on the left and one on the right, one arm around the shoulder, one arm around the waist, took me back next door. This is afraid that I will stay at my biological parents’ house and never go back. It seems that they have not been completely occupied by Zoe. I lowered my eyes. The reason why I left so decisively was actually a test for them. Wanted to see if they really didn’t plan to want me after having their biological daughter. But now it seems that I worried too much, and some people thought too much. My gaze inadvertently swept across a window on the second floor, noticing a figure standing behind the curtain. I smiled. Zoe, I won this round. 5 Actually, I don’t have much malice towards Zoe. After all, she is my parents’ biological daughter, and actually my cousin. Although I am arrogant, I have always been protective of my own people. So when I first saw her, I felt some pity in my heart. Unfortunately, her act of wanting me to get out as soon as she arrived home turned me off instantly. Since she doesn’t want to recognize me as a sister, I won’t rush to befriend her. After returning home, Zoe didn’t provoke me on the surface, but there were many small actions behind the scenes. Deliberately showing intimacy with Mom in front of me, using a gentle face to befriend the servants at home. She tried to show her harmlessness and gentleness from various aspects, trying to highlight the difference from me. But I just watched coldly without any action. Only those who lack love since childhood will take love seriously. People like me who have received abundant love since childhood won’t take weak love to heart at all, nor do they have the chance to actively ask for love. Because even without making such efforts, I still know I am loved. So, I was too lazy to argue with her about a series of small actions she did. The means were really too clumsy. However, although I didn’t want to argue with her, it was too annoying to have someone dangling next to me every day. I called my big brother directly. The central idea was four words: Send money, spending. Big brother called back instantly. Listening to the sound next to him, it seemed he was still in a meeting, “Sophia, were you wronged?” I subconsciously acted coquettishly: “Yeah, Zoe is so annoying, picking on me every day.” My brother coaxed me: “Don’t be afraid, brother will back you up. When brother finishes his business trip, we will move your household registration back home.” I comforted: “Don’t worry brother, how could I suffer a loss.” Hanging up the phone, three million entered the card, note: Pocket money. I beamed with joy, changed clothes and planned to go shopping at the mall. 6 When going downstairs, I heard lively laughter in the living room. I saw Zoe snuggling docilely beside Mom, both smiling. Sensing movement, she looked up and gave me a provocative look. I sneered. Thought this would make me jealous? Passing the sofa, Mom saw I seemed to be going out and immediately took out her phone: “Sophia, don’t shortchange yourself when shopping. Mom will transfer you some money.” I hummed “Mm” and successfully saw Zoe’s face turn black. In her perception, the money in the family is all hers and shouldn’t be used for an outsider like me. Sometimes it’s quite interesting, like raising a little figurine that changes face. She suddenly spoke: “Can I go shopping, Mom? I haven’t visited a big city mall yet.” Mom immediately felt distressed. Thinking it was her first time, she said: “Of course, Mom will take you.” Mom looked at me again, tone affectionate: “Baby going to pick up the bag ordered last time today? Let Mom accompany you to shop, okay?” I knew she was afraid I would feel a gap in my heart seeing her taking Zoe to the mall alone. “No…” I didn’t want to agree at first, but seeing Zoe’s resentful expression out of the corner of my eye, I changed my mind. “Sure.” When getting in the car, Zoe sat next to my mom first. I glanced coldly and drove a Maserati straight out of the garage. Passing in front of them, seeing Zoe’s jealous and regretful expression, I slowly hooked my lips. The pattern is too small. You think I play such boring games with you? Naive. What I am best at is breaking the rules when I am not satisfied with them. But Zoe is quite tolerant and quickly restrained her expression. “Sister is really amazing, unlike me, seeing such a beautiful car for the first time.” I put on sunglasses and said lazily: “Since sister likes it, look at it a few more times.” I waved my hand, stepped on the gas and left directly. 7 Waited for them at the mall. Mom held my hand, voice gentle: “Let’s accompany you to get the bag first, okay? Sophia.” “Okay.” I readily agreed, holding my mom’s arm as usual. Zoe fell behind alone, seeming to be angry about what happened just now. At this moment, she didn’t fake a smile as usual, but pulled a long face. Suddenly, Zoe’s exasperated voice came from behind: “Mom! He won’t let me in.” Mom realized she was stopped outside by the security guard at the door. “Zoe, why did you go to the back.” Mom went over to bring her in. She threw herself into Mom’s arms crying. “Why did he stop me? Is it because sister doesn’t want me to follow you?” I watched her performance expressionlessly, had to say impressive. Am I some kind of cheap person? Can I be blamed for this kind of thing? Mom immediately vindicated me: “What are you saying, Zoe? It’s the security guard who doesn’t know you and wants you to line up.” Zoe had teary eyes: “Then why didn’t sister have to line up?” I laughed tears out: “I’m a VIP here, sister. Starting at three million a year.” I clearly saw Zoe stunned for a moment, then showed a jealous look. She said with a crying voice: “My family’s annual expenses were only two thousand dollars before.” Mom immediately felt distressed and hugged Zoe tightly. “Zoe, you suffered.” “It’s okay Mom, I’m already very happy to see you again.” I leaned aside, commenting in my heart: The little white lotus has a set of skills for pretending to be obedient and silly. However— I interrupted her lyricism and said with a half-smile: “Sister Zoe, you don’t have to work so hard now. Now the monthly pocket money has doubled many times.” Zoe looked righteous: “Sister, money is not the most important thing to me. Being together as a family neatly is what makes me happiest.” These words simply spoke into my mom’s heart. She looked at Zoe gently, with a face full of emotion and rejoicing. I turned my head and sighed: Fine, a highly skilled white lotus against a silly sweet girl who only knows buy buy buy, one hit one accuracy.

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I tried to conquer the male lead ten times, but each time I failed because of his best friend, Caleb Pierce. The eleventh time, I was already married to the male lead. I just needed to get pregnant and give birth to succeed. Caleb appeared again. He told the male lead that everything was my meticulous calculation. The male lead quickly separated from me and hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. That night, I hired someone to kidnap the culprit, Caleb. He knelt before me, his hands tied behind his back. Although bruised all over, his gaze was still haughty. I sneered, lifted his chin with the toe of my shoe, and stepped on his face. I feared you ten times. This time, it’s your turn to fear me. 1 Even while kneeling, Caleb’s back was straight. His clothes hung in tatters from the whipping, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. The moment I lifted his chin with my toe, his chest heaved violently, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. “What’s with that look?” I sneered, stepping on his shoulder to push him down. The old wooden floor made a loud creak, and he fell heavily, defenseless. The next second, I stood up and stepped on his lower abdomen: “Who allowed you to look at me?” He looked straight at me, expressionless, but the mockery in his eyes was unmistakable. I moved my foot down two inches, stopping abruptly, looking at him playfully. “Stop!” The face that had been expressionless for eternity finally showed a crack. His voice was tense, carrying a hint of imperceptible endurance. “Stop—” I dragged out the ending note innocently and stepped down hard, “But I didn’t tell my foot to stop.” Caleb’s face was solemn, his voice trembling, and his breathing began to get heavy: “Let me go. I won’t pursue this.” “Let you go?” I moved my foot away, watching Caleb curl up, “Can you walk out like this?” “How about I help you wash up before sending you out?” His eyes were bloodshot, his bound hands struggling desperately, legs unable to move in time as I sat on him. “You have to take off your clothes to shower.” I tapped his belt with my finger, “Should we take off the pants first,” then touched the buttons on his chest, “or the shirt first?” The intervals between his breaths became longer, his eyes glazed over as if he lost the ability to think. I relaxed my vigilance, unexpectedly he kicked his legs up violently. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Caleb took this opportunity to move towards the door, trying to stand up against the wall. I was faster than him, pouring all the prepared saltwater on him. He didn’t even utter a cry of “pain,” a tough bone indeed. So what? Looking at Caleb crawling on the ground like a drowned dog, I grabbed his head, and with a chop of my hand, he quickly lost consciousness. Such a tall man was troublesome to handle. Tying him to the bed cost me half my life. Only after locking all the doors and windows did I drive away with peace of mind. Now, I’m going to win back the male lead. 2 Caleb and I were originally two lines that never intersected. But ten times, ten times trying to conquer the male lead, every time success was imminent, because of Caleb, the momentum of victory plummeted. The first time, Caleb invited the male lead to dinner, and the male lead met the destined heroine and dumped me. The second time, I drove the male lead to Caleb’s place, encountered a car accident on the way back, and died on the spot. The third time, before confirming the relationship with the male lead, I offended Caleb first and was sent abroad by him to do hard labor. Several times after that were also because of him, my conquests all failed, and no matter what I tried, I couldn’t avoid him. Caleb is the type of person I fear most: good background, good looks, strong personal ability. The most terrifying thing is that he has no weaknesses and cannot be threatened. The male lead becomes a loyal follower as soon as he meets him. If Caleb says go straight, he won’t turn around. During the fifth conquest attempt, the male lead took me to meet Caleb. Caleb looked at me like trash, warning the male lead not to bring any cats or dogs over casually. I knew he looked down on me, so I walked around him and never got close to him. Unexpectedly, this time Jason Reed and I were married, but he actually wanted Jason to divorce me. Jason, stupid as a pig, actually believed the so-called evidence he gave, accusing me of having ulterior motives and finding a lawyer to negotiate with me. I admit that conquering him was my mission, but my love for him was real. In every conquest, I only had eyes for him. For him, I racked my brains to plan the perfect first meeting, tried hard to meet his ideal standards, never wore the same outfit twice on dates, and even did group assignments for him in college. After all the hardships, asking me to divorce? Impossible. My informant told me Jason was packing at home now. I dared not delay for a moment and drove home. “Jason, what exactly do I have to do for you not to doubt my sincerity?” Opening the door and seeing Jason walking out with a suitcase, I hugged his waist regardless of everything. “Sasha, don’t be willful.” He didn’t stroke my hair like before, and there was a hint of warning in his words. “Just a few pieces of paper from Caleb, and you sentence me to death?” I buried my head in his chest, “I love you. Even if I schemed, I just wanted to be with you.” “Sasha, when feelings involve too much calculation, they change.” He mercilessly pried my fingers apart, “Also, I don’t like you talking about Caleb.” Then he strode away. When he loved me, he kept the video call on even when sleeping for fear of my loneliness. When he didn’t love me, he left me alone in an empty house. It’s all Caleb! If not for Caleb, I would have succeeded long ago. Calculating the time, three hours, Caleb should be awake. 3 Fortunately, I arrived in time. One of Caleb’s feet had already broken free. I sneered twice and slapped him: “You broke my bed.” Caleb really had delicate skin; half of his face swelled up high. I pulled his foot over and retied him, slapping the other half of his face hard: “Now it’s balanced left and right.” He was silent as a clam, not making a sound. “Speak.” I squatted by the bed, “Doesn’t it hurt?” I poked the corner of his bleeding mouth. He still didn’t make a sound. “It doesn’t matter.” I didn’t care, leaning closer, letting my black hair brush against his ear, cheek, and neck, “Caleb, you will beg me.” He kept his eyes tightly closed and ignored me. I shrugged, moved a chair to sit beside him and play on my phone, also placing a water clock by the bed. Watched movies for two hours, back ache, stood up to move around. Glancing at the person on the bed resting with eyes closed, I smiled, seeing how long you can last. Another movie, another two hours, the person on the bed couldn’t hold back. Without the movie sound playing externally, the sound of the water clock became clearer. Caleb’s brow furrowed slightly, breathing becoming irregular. I glanced at him again, corners of my lips slightly hooked. Another half hour passed, and the expected voice sounded: “Sasha Lin, let me go.” “What did you say?” I stood by the bed, “I didn’t hear.” “Let me go.” His body was already twisting, but he couldn’t see it himself. “Let you go to do what?” I asked again. “You know.” Veins popped on his forehead, the sound of struggling hands became intense. “I don’t know.” I was still playing dumb. “Sasha Lin!” His voice became more and more serious, “Let me go, let’s pretend this never happened.” “Beg me.” I felt myself getting excited. “Sasha Lin!” His calmness no longer existed, like a beast losing its mind. I watched his frantic look coldly, looking exactly like how he viewed me as an ant during the third conquest. “Beg you.” He finally admitted defeat. “What did you say?” I asked. “Beg you.” He closed his eyes resignedly. I knew not to push too hard, smiling like a flower: “Okay, I promise you.” After speaking, I turned to leave. “Sasha Lin!” He was anxious, “Why haven’t you untied me?” “Untie what?” I looked innocent. “You promised me.” “Yes, I promised you.” I said indifferently, “What did I promise you?” He was stunned, not knowing how to speak. I laughed: “Since I promised. “I won’t look. “Help yourself.” 4 Originally I just wanted to scare Caleb, didn’t expect his psychological defense line to be broken so easily, lying on the bed like a dead person, breathing faint. When I changed his clothes just now, he didn’t even struggle. “Caleb?” I called his name. His eyes were dull, seeming not to hear. “Shall I untie you?” I said again. He still had blank eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. Oh my god, did he become stupid? I untied one of his hands, he didn’t react, so I untied another. His feet were still tied, I wasn’t afraid of what he would do to me. But he still lay on the bed motionless. I started to panic, first reaction was to flee quickly. As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood (where there is life, there is hope). At worst, start another conquest, there’s still a chance anyway. Too late to lock doors and windows, I hurriedly drove away. Once home, packed luggage, bought the earliest flight out of City A, and settled in a border town. For a whole month, except for Jason calling me to go back for divorce, nothing else happened. I contacted my informant, asking if there was any big news in City A recently. The informant sent me a question mark. Before I hinted again, the informant sent a message saying the only big event was the Pierce family increasing overseas investment, with the head of the family personally overseeing it. Isn’t the head of the Pierce family Caleb? Seems he didn’t become stupid. I breathed a sigh of relief, then raised my heart to my throat the next second—he will definitely settle accounts with me. The system urged me to speed up the conquest. The progress bar had been stagnant for a month. At the same time, it told me bad news: if this conquest fails again, the request to “return to the real world, resurrect Grandma” will no longer be fulfilled. I asked the informant if he could find out how long Caleb would be abroad. The informant replied, at least a year, at most three to five years. Without Caleb’s obstruction, I could complete the mission in half a year at most. Then discuss with the system again. Maybe by the time Caleb returns, I would have already returned to the real world. Wealth is sought in danger. I immediately booked a flight back to City A to continue my mission. Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off the plane, I was taken away by a group of people. The man who was said to be abroad was now sitting in front of me. Only this time, the person kneeling became me. 5 Subordinates all left, leaving only Caleb and me in the huge room. He played with the lighter in his hand. The flame went out and burned, burned and went out, just like my electrocardiogram. Thinking again, just a paper person (fictional character), what’s there to be afraid of? Fear vanished instantly. I raised my head to look down at him, a faint smile on my lips. “What are you laughing at?” He stopped turning the lighter, eyes filled with doubt and a bit of madness. “Who allowed you to sit?” I questioned him. Instantly, his chest rose and fell, throat making a clear swallowing sound. “Kneel.” I ordered. The next second, Caleb knelt on the ground like a robot, face flushed, shaking like a sieve. Even if haven’t eaten pork, I’ve seen pigs run (seen it done before). I seemed to be doing something extraordinary. “Untie me.” I continued. His eyes became cold, with a hint of pain and unwillingness. “Be good.” I said hoarsely. In a few sentences, the positions of Caleb and I changed again. 6 I was ecstatic inside. Jason is Caleb’s loyal follower. Caleb now obeys me. Success in the conquest is just around the corner. Touching Caleb’s soft black hair, I slapped him twice without hesitation: “Who allowed you to tie me up?” He suddenly acted like an aggrieved Golden Retriever, pulling my hand to blow on it for me. I shook it off immediately: “Don’t touch me.” He knelt there at a loss, lips opening and closing for a long time: “I didn’t let them tie you up.” “Caleb.” I leaned close to him. He was visibly happy, cheeks tinged with light red, “I don’t like you being stubborn.” His face turned pale, head lowered, not speaking. “I don’t like your silence either.” I said again. As soon as these words came out, Caleb looked up abruptly, eyes actually filled with tears: “Don’t dislike me.” “Then you have to be good.” I gently touched his swollen cheek, “Does it hurt, Cal?” He took the opportunity to grab my hand, releasing it under my stern gaze: “Doesn’t hurt.” I knew well the tactic of a slap followed by a sweet date: “But my heart aches.” “Don’t heartache.” He struggled with how to call me. I touched his cheek: “Call me Sasha.” He lowered his head shyly then raised it quickly, like a child stealing honey, eyes unable to hide joy: “Sasha.” “Good boy.” I pulled up his hand, “What reward do you want?” “Can Sasha kiss me?” He closed his eyes nervously, eyelashes trembling. I kissed his forehead hastily, not missing the trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes. “Sasha, don’t go.” I stood up intending to leave. Today’s main task was to find Jason. Wasted too much time here already. Caleb was anxious, but I didn’t let him get up, so he could only kneel. “Count to one hundred and eighty seconds before getting up.” Looking at his eager eyes, I smiled and said, “I like obedient Cal.”

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When I was rich, I trained the proud but poor school hunk into an obedient puppy. One hundred dollars for calling me “sister,” two hundred for calling me “wifey.” Amidst these endearments, he got into Harvard, while I ended up in a community college. Years later, Caleb Pierce is a new tycoon in the business world, while my family went bankrupt, and I’m ridden with illness, working as a salesgirl in a club. Still needing a large sum for surgery, I summoned the courage to ask Caleb, “Can we play that game again? This time we switch roles. I call you hubby, and you give me money?” Caleb frowned and fell silent. Embarrassed, I turned to run, but a whisper came from behind. “Why run? I didn’t say no.” 1 I never expected the guest in the VIP room to be Caleb Pierce. After graduation, he ruthlessly cut ties with me, saying on the phone that he hated me, that every time he called me “wifey” was for money. Now that he graduated and could earn money, he wanted no contact with me ever again. After that, he angrily deleted all my contact information and never attended class reunions, deliberately avoiding me. I thought we would never see each other again in this life. Unexpectedly, we met when I was at my lowest. Caleb’s gaze lingered on me; he must have recognized me. Afraid of awkwardness, I didn’t initiate a conversation but kept smiling, reciting the trained lines, “Boss, opening a bottle? The $8,888 package comes with a premium fruit platter, and the $18,888 package comes with an extra $888 bottle of wine.” After speaking, Caleb’s eyes became obscure and deep. The big-bellied man beside him spoke first, “If little sister is willing to drink two glasses with me, I’ll open the most expensive package.” I tried hard to stay polite and replied to the fat man, “Sorry boss, I have kidney failure and am taking medication, so I can’t drink.” Saying this, I subconsciously looked at Caleb, wanting to see his reaction. His face was calm, even a bit disdainful. Can’t blame him for lacking sympathy. One day in high school, I cried and told Caleb I had a terminal illness, and my biggest wish before dying was to kiss him. Caleb asked over and over what disease it was, what the mortality rate was, if it could be cured. He even took out a crumpled 5-dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to me, saying it was for medical expenses. Finally, with red eyes, Caleb obediently bent down to let me kiss him. I kissed him until he blushed before stopping, then told him the truth. That was the first time I saw Caleb so angry. He didn’t speak to me for half a month. From then on, even if I was really sick, he didn’t care. The fat man looked unbelieving. “Little sister, I’ve heard this excuse for dodging drinks. You’re still a bit green to trick me.” I took out the medical record from my pocket and handed it to him. Went to the hospital just today, the paper was still fresh. The doctor suggested hospitalization, but I haven’t gathered enough money yet, dare not stay, afraid of spending everything. The fat man looked at the medical record, then at me, “Hannah Reed? Kidney failure! The record looks quite real.” Seeing the fat man’s tone soften, I took the opportunity to push the sale, “Boss, opening a bottle? Doing good deeds brings wealth.” The fat man reached out to my face, and I stepped back two steps to dodge. His face darkened immediately, “Giving you another chance and you’re useless, sister. Want to make money but don’t want to make me happy. Where in the world is there such a good deal?” I tried hard to keep smiling, looking around at everyone, “What about other bosses, opening a bottle?” No one answered. Just as I was about to leave, Caleb’s voice came to my ear. “Open two sets of the $18,888 ones.” “Boss Caleb is generous,” praises rang incessantly. I started calculating asking him for help. Although shameful, if he’s willing to throw me some scraps, dignity isn’t important. I opened the wine, poured a glass for Caleb, summoned up courage, and said to him, “Boss Caleb, can we play a game? I call you hubby, you give me money.” Caleb fell silent, didn’t speak. Then came the ridicule and mockery of the men. “Miss, I think you’re crazy for money. Knowing Boss Caleb is kind, you’re clinging to him, right? Unfortunately, Boss Caleb has a girlfriend, and his future brother-in-law is also here. If you shout nonsense again and anger Young Master Lucas, you won’t be able to survive here.” Mockery came, and my brain started buzzing. Caleb actually has a girlfriend. Then I shouldn’t pester him anymore. I bowed and said, “Drink well, boss.” Fleeing in panic, a whisper came from behind. “Why run? I didn’t say no.” 2 Caleb looked serious, not like he was joking. I was reluctant to give up the money, but I couldn’t call a married man “hubby.” After weighing it over, I suggested. “Calling you hubby isn’t appropriate. How about I call you something else, like… Uncle, Sir, or Auntie, even Ancestor is fine?” Caleb looked at me like I was mentally challenged. Suddenly his gaze became sharp, “Seems you don’t want to live that much, or this medical record is forged. Anyway, you’re best at lying.” The questioning left me unable to refute. My mouth felt sewn shut, couldn’t say anything. Caleb gradually became impatient. “If you don’t want money, leave!” My kidney ached faintly, reminding me the countdown of life was still ticking. I closed my eyes and shouted, took a deep breath, and shouted, “Hubby.” After one shout, I shouted faster and faster. “Hubby.” “Hubby.” … Since I already shouted, earning enough for medical expenses would be worth it, but I was interrupted. “Enough!” The extremely fierce voice didn’t belong to Caleb, but came from the corner of the sofa, a handsome face exuding the aura of a rich second generation, looking unhappy. He got up and walked to Caleb, looking down scrutinizingly, “Caleb Pierce, you probably forgot how you got to this position today. Slapping my face in public, slapping my sister’s face, you’re really tired of living.” Caleb calmly picked up the wine I poured and took a sip, thin lips slightly parting, “Lucas, go back and tell your sister, I won’t marry her. From beginning to end, it was just her wishful thinking!” Wishful thinking, these words were extremely piercing. Hard not to substitute myself in. For so many years, my feelings for Caleb were also wishful thinking. “Why! Because of this Hannah Reed! You like her, don’t you?” Lucas pointed the spearhead at me. If looks could kill, I would have been sliced to pieces by him. Fearlessly meeting those bright eyes, I spoke, “What’s the difference between your words and spreading rumors about a widow? Caleb asked me to call him ‘hubby’ purely because of past grudges. Now he wants to humiliate me in public for revenge, don’t overthink it.” Lucas’s gaze changed from disgust to doubt. “Really?” “Ask Caleb if you don’t believe me.” Caleb didn’t speak, defaulting. My heart twitched violently. Took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, took out the payment QR code, “Boss Caleb, please settle the bill.” I didn’t shout as many as 25 times, but Caleb transferred five thousand to me. He probably pitied me. I gripped my phone tightly, lowered my head and left the Shura field (scene of intense conflict), going to the front desk to find the club manager for commission. When the manager settled the money, he kept praising me for being capable. But after the phone message tone rang, he heartlessly notified me not to come tomorrow. I knew it in my heart, but still unwilling to give up, asked the manager, “Is it Lucas or Caleb?” “Of course it’s Boss Caleb. Boss Caleb doesn’t want to see you here, you should understand.” Of course I understand. Deleting contacts right after graduation, deliberately avoiding me for almost ten years, how much Caleb doesn’t want to see me, I understand. I wasn’t sad, because selling alcohol was the highest paid among my four jobs. Now my saving plan is disrupted, I must quickly find a job to make up for it. 3 Leaving the club, I walked as usual to the bus stop two kilometers away to take the direct bus. Snowflakes hit me, bone marrow freezing hurt. The icy road made me slip several times. Suddenly the road under my feet brightened. But in a moment, the car behind passed me, the road fell into darkness again. The car stopped not far away. Passing by, I looked curiously at the car, meeting Caleb’s eyes. I was puzzled, “What are you doing here?” “Lucas sent the driver away. I drank and can’t drive. The designated driver will take an hour. You drive me home, I’ll give you five hundred.” Ruining my job, karma is swift, serves Caleb right. “No, I have things to do at home.” I continued walking forward. Any later and the last bus would be gone. But Caleb called out to me. “Two thousand, take me back.” Caleb looked really urgent. I raised the price on the spot, “Three thousand?” Caleb nodded. I continued to add, “Four thousand isn’t impossible either, right, Boss Caleb?” Caleb paused for a moment, a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but finally relented, “Okay.” I opened my mouth, wanting to shout five thousand. But was interrupted by Caleb first, “If you dare shout five thousand, I’ll wait here for the designated driver.” “Deal.” Five hundred became four thousand, I earned big. Following the address Caleb gave, I drove towards the high-end community. At a red light, my WeChat call rang. It was the boss ordering gaming services. Already lost the most profitable job, I can’t lose this one. Taking advantage of the red light, I answered the call. The boss’s voice came immediately, “Sister, when are you coming online?” I pinched my voice and whispered back, “Soon, about half an hour. Delayed by something today, wait a moment for me, brother.” “So noisy, shut up!” Caleb’s voice came from behind. In the rearview mirror, his hostility was fully revealed. My voice was already very low, trying not to disturb him, but he was still dissatisfied. Then he was deliberately picking a fight. Questioning voice came from the phone. “Sister, is there a man beside you?” Afraid of losing the financial backer, I immediately appeased: “Mm, in the car, the carpool guy is a bit grumpy. Not talking to you anymore, hanging up.” Hung up the phone, green light on, I stepped on the gas. Caleb’s eccentric voice came from behind: “Carpool guy? Hehe! Hannah Reed, you are as good at lying as ever.” Another business almost ruined by Caleb, plus the eccentric words were not pleasant, the anger in my heart was somewhat suppressed. “Caleb Pierce, who I deceive has nothing to do with you. Called you hubby, really treat yourself as hubby!” Caleb’s heavy breathing came from the back seat, like a crazy puppy. Really wanted to send him to dog training. Until the community parking lot, he and I didn’t speak again. Parked the car, I handed the QR code to Caleb. “Pay.” Caleb transferred 2000 to me. Looking at the incorrect number, I frowned, “Caleb Pierce, the price we agreed on was four thousand.” Caleb had a kind of shamelessness disregarding others’ lives, “I know, you help me upstairs, then pay you the balance.” “Skinflint, evil capitalist!” Cursing while sending Caleb to his door, the order boss’s messages were already 99+. I pinched my throat to reply, appeasing him, “Boss don’t worry, I’ll give you two extra games later.” Only then did he ease up a bit, sending an OK emoji. Overhead gaze burning. The moment of eye contact, I saw killing intent in Caleb’s eyes, exactly the same as when disturbed in the car. I don’t like being looked at like this. So opened mouth to Caleb, “Give money, I’ll leave right away, disappear from your eyes forever.” The ruthlessness in Caleb’s eyes dispersed instantly. He leaned against the wall, pointed at the door, “I drank too much to see the numbers, you enter the password for me, 169121.” Caleb said the password smoothly. I couldn’t help asking, “Just told me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll enter your house to steal things.” He suddenly reached out both hands to cup my face. The touch of his palms was a bit strange. While I reached out to remove his hands, he shook my head, asking, “Hear the water sound?” “Your brain has water (you’re crazy)!” Seeing a raised scar on Caleb’s palm cutting across, shocking like being slashed by a knife, I frowned. “What is this?” Caleb withdrew his hands, bending down to eye level with me, “Nothing, accidentally cut while chopping vegetables.” “Chopping vegetables can do this, you really think my brain has water?” Caleb’s mouth curled up, “If no water, then tell me, what is the password?” I opened my mouth, forgot. Something without any pattern plus interrupted by Caleb’s gag, only a ghost could remember. Caleb’s smiling eyes were a bit blurry, already out of focus, looked like he really drank a lot. He repeated the password again. Door opened, he dragged me into the room. Then started taking off clothes without warning. “What do you want to do?” 04 “The heating is too hot, aren’t you hot?” Hearing this answer, I breathed a sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably blocked in my heart. I’m going back to the cold world. No matter how warm Caleb’s house is, it has nothing to do with me. “Pay quickly, I have things to do, don’t do these useless things.” Caleb ignored my words, speaking on his own. “Headache is severe, you take care of me for a night, I’ll pay you the balance tomorrow morning, round it up to ten thousand total, how about it?” Saying this, Caleb rubbed his temples, proving he really had a headache. “Serious care?” I asked seriously, after all, 10,000 is a bit much. Caleb chuckled, suddenly approached. At this moment, two buttons of his shirt were open. With his moving steps, I could see looming abs. “Do you want unserious care? Hannah Reed, do you still have wicked designs on me?” To be honest, liking Caleb for so many years, hard to have no wicked designs at all. But he doesn’t like me. I’m afraid he’ll scold me for wishful thinking, better not rush to humiliate myself. “No, just afraid you have wicked designs, that would be another price.” Original joke provoked Caleb to stick closer. Breath smelling of alcohol sprayed on my face, tone teasing. “Hannah Reed, how much do you think you are worth?” “About a million.” I think I’m worth hundreds of millions, but Caleb doesn’t have hundreds of millions. Might as well say something he can pay from savings. “Is Boss Caleb willing to pay for his own wicked designs?” Before Caleb answered, the phone rang suddenly. I took out my phone, just saw it was the call from the financial backer, phone was snatched by Caleb. “Okay.” Caleb said very decisively, eyes sobered up a lot, but he confused me. “What okay?” “A million, okay.”

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The new transfer student calls herself a delicate little princess. As the class president collecting homework, she pouted and mocked me on the spot. “The class president is the servant of the whole class, and a servant should have a servant’s attitude.” “How about this, you kneel down and say ‘Princess, please hand in your homework,’ and I’ll give it to you.” I was shocked by her and handed her over to the teacher directly. But the next day, she posted about me on the confession wall (campus forum), spreading rumors. “Does the class president have the privilege to isolate people?” Just like that, I was isolated by my classmates. She, on the other hand, put on a wedding dress and ran to my boyfriend with a charming smile. “Although you loved that bully, a princess should be magnanimous.” “Now this princess has chosen you, I allow you to date me!” After my boyfriend rejected her, she turned angry from embarrassment, spreading rumors that my boyfriend and I bullied her together. My boyfriend and I were hit and killed by a car driven by her fanatic fan. She became the pitiful, strong little princess. Opening my eyes again, this time, both my boyfriend and I were reborn! 1 “Hehe, want me to hand in homework? It’s simple!” “The class president is the servant of the whole class, and a servant should have a servant’s attitude.” “How about this, you kneel down and say ‘Princess, please hand in your homework,’ and I’ll give it to you.” Lily Scott pouted her small mouth, showing a charming and cute expression. The other male students beside her smiled dotingly. The exact same scene as in my previous life. At that time, I thought she was brain-dead and ignored her completely. So I was slandered by her as isolating her, leading the exclusion against her, and finally creating a campus bullying incident. As a straight-A student, I focused wholeheartedly on the library and laboratory with my boyfriend, not noticing the rumors outside at all. By the time I reacted, it was already too late. Since God gave me another chance. Then I’ll teach this stupid and bad thing how to be a person. I looked down at the phone recording in my shirt pocket. Smiled. “Student Lily Scott, we don’t have the tradition here where the person collecting homework has to kneel to the person handing in homework.” “If you have such traditional customs where you come from, you should do as the Romans do. Since you’re here, please change a bit.” “After all, people here don’t kneel to anyone except God and parents!” Although I didn’t use swear words the whole time. But the scolding was quite dirty. The classmates burst into laughter instantly. Lily Scott’s slightly chubby face turned red, angry and aggrieved. “President, I was just joking. Why are your words so harsh?” “I know I’m a transfer student, and being excluded is normal, but you are the class president, and also a woman, yet you target me like this.” Playing the victim and smearing come so naturally to her. I sneered and mocked. “Are you double-standard?” “You asking me to kneel just now was a joke, but when I said we don’t have this custom, you said my words were harsh.” “Other students are very cooperative in handing in homework, only you are not. Are you sure you are not targeting me?” Logic is clear. Lily Scott was rendered speechless by me. Even the most brain-dead students knew clearly that it was Lily Scott making trouble first. Her eyes turned red, mouth turned down, just about to pretend to be aggrieved and play the victim. I continued to add with a smile. “Student Lily Scott, although I also want to chat and play with you for a while longer.” “But there are only five minutes left until the professor’s deadline for handing in homework. If I don’t hand it in on time, the whole class’s grades will be invalid.” “Hurry up and give me the homework.” 2 A look of astonishment flashed in Lily Scott’s eyes. Seems very surprised that the silent class president everyone talked about suddenly became eloquent. I spread my hands with a smile. “Lily Scott, hurry up and give me the workbook, or we really won’t make it.” After speaking, I looked down at my watch. “Originally, I reserved half an hour to deliver the homework, but you pestered me for so long, there are only ten minutes left until the professor stops accepting homework.” “It’s still not too late for me to run over now, otherwise everyone’s homework will be invalid!” In this situation, diverting the conflict is the best solution. Sure enough, the classmates who were watching the fun and standing by just now spoke up. “Princess Scott, play later, hand in the homework quickly.” “Otherwise our homework points for this semester will be deducted, and many students will fail the course then!” Saying this, a student enthusiastically picked up the homework on her desk and said. “Is it this one?” Lily Scott hurriedly reached out to grab it, but was a step too late. The student was surprised. “Why isn’t this homework finished? The teacher assigned it a week ago.” As soon as these words came out, everyone’s teasing faces became complicated. Everyone thought at first she simply wanted to liven up the atmosphere and tease me. Resulting in her not finishing it at all, so she deliberately delayed time. And at this time, I also spoke appropriately. “Lily Scott, if you haven’t finished, you can tell me directly. I just won’t collect yours, or put in a good word for you in front of the professor.” “But you shouldn’t delay our time, almost causing everyone to get a zero with you!” Finished. I hurriedly ran towards the teaching building with the homework. Actually, there was enough time, but I just wanted to act very anxious. The sound of everyone’s complaints instantly rang out behind me. “Holy crap, luckily the class president reacted, otherwise our homework this semester would have been done in vain.” “If you didn’t do it, you didn’t do it, why drag us down.” “Why so selfish…” Although I couldn’t see it, I could imagine how ugly Lily Scott’s face was at this moment. No matter how eloquent she is, how good at acting coquettishly. This time she offended the whole class, and this bad impression is left. It won’t be so easy to cause trouble in the future. 3 Because I delivered the homework in time, the homework counted. Actually, I could have totally let the homework not be delivered, making everyone hate Lily Scott more. But there are several poor students in the class. If the homework gets zero, they won’t get their scholarships and grants. However, after returning to the classroom. I started playing the victim, wiping sweat that didn’t exist, panting heavily. “I almost fell running just now, luckily delivered within the specified time.” “The professor scolded me for a long time, saying I have no time planning for cutting it so close, and said we don’t care about homework. I apologized repeatedly, saying we will definitely do well in the final exam, before he let us go.” Then looked at Lily Scott somewhat helplessly. “I pleaded with the professor for you, saying you are a transfer student, only been here half a month and not familiar with homework, wanting her to give you a chance.” “But the professor said your attitude in class usually isn’t correct, and you are playful when doing experiments.” “Sorry, I didn’t manage to plead for you.” She treated me like that, yet I still put in a good word for her. Everyone praised me for being kind and generous. Only Lily Scott gritted her teeth in anger, but instantly turned into an expression of extreme grievance, saying pitifully. “Boohoo, I’m hated by the professor, homework counted as zero, will I not be able to graduate?” “Actually there are so many workbooks, the professor won’t count them at all. If class president you didn’t say, the professor wouldn’t have noticed at all.” “Class President, you are too bad, boohoo, I don’t like you anymore.” This acting skill and ability to counter-accuse. Really, studying in our school is really a waste of talent, should go be an actor, easily get an Oscar. Her words also have some truth. With so many students in the class and so much homework, many teachers just look casually or don’t grade at all. But unfortunately, our professor is famous for being rigorous and serious. Before I could speak, the student who got the scholarship spoke up to retort. “Won’t notice my foot. Professor Lee is the strictest teacher in the school. If there are any missing and not said in advance, the average score of our class will be deducted by ten points.” “It’s fine if you don’t do homework yourself, but don’t cause us to fail and not get scholarships.” “I really don’t understand, why do you come to school if you don’t study or do homework? With this time and money, what can’t you do?” These words were quite harsh. But because the speaker was the class academic genius, and also a handsome boy. She didn’t refute, but looked at him pitifully with big misty eyes. Generally, boys fall for this from girls. But this genius academic is different. He was the top scorer in science that year, and skipped grades, two years younger than us. Hasn’t even had his first awakening of love. Whoever affects his grades, even the King of Heaven won’t be spared. Not only that, he also has a group of fangirls and fanboys. Started to stand on his side one after another. This time Lily Scott kicked an iron plate. Many people started gossiping about her behind her back. 4 Actually, this matter would have passed if left alone. After all, no actual harm was caused to everyone. But Lily Scott, this idiot, actually actively posted about me on the confession wall (campus forum). [Boohoo, Wall, I’m so pitiful. Just transferred here and was isolated by the class president leading the way. Obviously girls are the most beautiful existence in the world, why still have female competition and bullying? It’s not that I don’t study hard, but just transferred and can’t keep up with classes. Is this the reason for campus bullying? If there is a choice, who wouldn’t want to be a genius student? Do underachievers not deserve to live?] As soon as this post came out, it instantly went viral. Campus bullying, female competition, and underachiever. These three buffs stacked, it would be popular anywhere. Because school has started for a long time, transfer students who just transferred over can be counted on one hand, and soon locked onto Lily Scott. Usually she likes to post her carefully photoshopped beautiful photos on the campus forum, and occasionally watches basketball in a JK uniform (Japanese school uniform style) at the basketball court. Plus her sweet and whiny voice and looks, many students have an impression of her. Uninformed students started to stand by her side, scolding me below. Regarding all this, I pretended to turn a blind eye, letting public opinion ferment, just like in my previous life. But that time was passive, and this time is active. Because only when public opinion reaches its climax, known to everyone, when I clarify and slap her face, can she be mocked by everyone and nailed to the pillar of shame. So just like in my previous life, I hung out in the library and laboratory with my boyfriend. But my boyfriend, who always turned a deaf ear to outside matters and only focused on studying and experiments, suddenly took the initiative to mention this topic. “Molly, that new transfer student named Lily Scott in your class is throwing dirty water on you on the school forum website.” “My friend has a few friends who are hackers, can ask them to blow up the forum, what do you think?” Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment. Looking up, I met his amber eyes, full of heartache and hesitation. Also faintly glowing red. Hands hanging on both sides, tightly clenched into fists, seeming to suppress anger and unwillingness. In just this moment, I understood that he was also reborn. Just reborn a little later than me. I reached out my hand, actively holding his, feeling his still cold sweaty hand. Voice gentle and firm. “Gavin, don’t be afraid, this time we will absolutely not repeat the same mistake.” 5 Just one sentence. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, hugged me tightly in his arms, very hard, as if wanting to knead me into his bones and merge with him. The day of the car accident in my previous life, at the moment the accident happened. Knowing he was powerless to save the situation, he also hugged me tightly like this, wanting me to survive, or perhaps wanting me to suffer less pain. He and I are childhood sweethearts, living in the same community. He has been a genius since childhood, two years younger than me but in the same class. Originally he could continue to skip grades. But he didn’t, instead always being my classmate. In the second year of high school, he was admitted to MIT in advance, but he didn’t go. Instead, he continued studying in the class, being my desk mate to tutor me. All the students in the school knew he liked me, and the school teachers also defaulted to us as a couple, after all, one was first place, one was second place. Until after the college entrance exam, he confessed to me. He rarely had mood swings, but that day he held roses awkwardly, confessing to me awkwardly and nervously. Speaking to the end, his eyes were red, and huge tears fell down. At that time, not only me, but also the classmates and teachers beside were shocked! Is this still the Gavin who usually doesn’t care about anything and can speak confidently on stage in front of thousands of teachers and students? Just in that moment. Everyone knew he loved me miserably. Although he usually speaks little, we have a special tacit understanding. One look knows what the other wants to do, and then thoughtfully deliver it. He doesn’t have the romantic cells of ordinary boys, nor sweet words to make me happy, nor solemn pledges of love. But he makes me extremely at ease, like the wind, gentle and firm. I stood on tiptoe, touching his somewhat frizzy hair. Like coaxing a child. “This time we will really be fine, I swear.” “I deliberately let her jump around on the Internet, just to let public opinion reach its climax, then let her fall to the bottom, and finally ruin her reputation and die a bad death.” “In two days she will come to seduce you. While protecting yourself, record a video.” He frowned slightly, obviously very disgusted with this woman Lily Scott. But still nodded obediently. “Okay, I know.” So good. My Gavin is so obedient!

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At 30, I decided to resign. This secret crush that no one knew about had reached its end. I spent five years working my way up from an assistant to Lucas Sterling’s chief secretary, and another three years making him dependent on me. Finally, I spent five minutes writing my resignation letter and one second submitting it. 1 When I handed in my resignation letter, Lucas frowned slightly, looking up at me quietly and slowly: “Give me a reason.” I lowered my head to avoid his gaze, pulling the corners of my mouth into a smile as sincere as possible: “Mr. Sterling, I’m 30 this year, it’s time to get married.” I thought for a moment and added: “My boyfriend proposed to me not long ago.” To resign smoothly, I told a white lie. Lucas’s fingers tapped on the desk rhythmically, which meant he was extremely annoyed. Maybe I should be glad; at least he wasn’t completely indifferent to my departure. After a long time, Lucas handed the resignation letter back to me: “I can approve your wedding leave. I hope you will reconsider resigning.” For a moment, I wavered. A bewitching voice in my head kept saying: “Agree, agree, at least you can see him all the time.” Another voice warned me: “Mia Johnson, he’s getting engaged. Having a crush on a taken man is immoral.” My hand hovered in the air for a long time, but I didn’t take it back: “This job is too busy. After getting married, I hope to focus more on my family.” “I will hand over all related affairs in my hands. Sorry, Mr. Sterling.” Having said this, Lucas stopped talking and said lightly: “I understand. Happy wedding.” Before I left the office, Lucas had already buried himself in work again. After all, to him, I was just a subordinate, at best the most useful one. 2 That day I sat at my desk, staring at the potted plant, dazing for a rare moment. I rarely had time to zone out like this. My daily work was very busy, coordinating daily work arrangements and serving as Lucas’s personal assistant. My phone was on standby 24 hours a day. As long as Lucas needed me, I had to arrive immediately, doing the work of several people alone. Of course, Lucas also gave me a high enough annual salary. In a few years, I achieved financial freedom. Xiao Meng called me several times before I came back to my senses. “Sister Mia, Mr. Sterling asked me to tell you to go over and arrange the gathering tonight first.” The gathering tonight was to welcome Sebastian, who just returned from studying abroad. The attendees were all from Lucas’s small circle. The young generation of several major families, rich and noble, with eyes higher than the sky. Logically speaking, their circle did not welcome outsiders, but there was no way, I was just too useful. Someone who could take care of everyone’s emotions and preferences and arrange the banquet in an orderly manner without making any mistakes was too rare. When I arrived at the venue, I started arranging non-stop. From dishes to drinks to desserts, as well as each young master’s dietary restrictions and likes and dislikes, I instructed one by one. “Take away all the lilies in the banquet, Young Master Jiang is allergic.” “Dim the lights a bit, Young Master Qin’s eyes just had surgery.” “Remember to prepare the Monkey King tea that Third Young Master Shen likes.” When the sun completely set and the sky gradually darkened, people slowly came in. The first to arrive was Caleb, who greeted me when he saw me: “When will Lucas arrive?” I looked at my watch and answered cautiously: “He still has a meeting tonight, estimated to be another hour.” He slumped on the sofa, looking listless, with dark circles under his eyes, very tired. I instructed someone to turn down the music volume, and found a blanket to hand him: “Autumn nights are cold, don’t catch a cold. It will be a while before they arrive, you rest for a bit.” He took the blanket with a smile and teased: “By the way, really not considering dumping Lucas and jumping ship to me? I’ll double your salary.” For people like them, there were too many bootlickers rushing up, so I seemed particularly special. Because I asked for nothing from them, getting along was open and magnanimous, which won their respect instead. Following his words, I smiled and replied: “I’ll keep that in mind. If I have nowhere to go then, please take me in, Young Master Qin.” 3 As the night deepened and the streetlights lit up, people gradually arrived. Lucas wore a black coat, bringing in a wisp of autumn bleakness. I took the coat from his hand, thinking this might be the last time. When the group was drinking happily, I found an opportunity to mention my resignation. Over the years, I had received everyone’s care, so I stood up and toasted everyone: “I’m resigning. I didn’t know anything before and caused a lot of trouble. Thank you all for your tolerance over these years!” “The mountains and waters are far away, I hope there will be opportunities to meet again.” Perhaps the autumn bleakness added a sense of parting, and the dinner table was somewhat quiet for a while. It was Carter who raised his glass and toasted me from afar, breaking the awkward scene: “At the beginning, I always thought you had ulterior motives for Lucas. Until now, I truly believe.” Everyone tacitly understood Carter’s meaning. After all, Lucas’s previous secretaries were all fired for confessing to him. Later, Lucas simply hired only male secretaries, unexpectedly getting confessed to again, thus earning the title of heartthrob. Someone patted Lucas on the shoulder, smiling and teasing: “Didn’t expect it, right? Someone can really escape your charm.” Lucas lit a cigar carelessly and scolded with a smile: “Get lost.” After the meal, a few people got together for a card game to pass the time casually. Midway, Caleb asked inadvertently: “Lucas, have you met the girl from the Su family that your old lady arranged for you?” My heart skipped a beat, and the hand pouring water froze in mid-air. After a while, Lucas answered casually: “No, as long as the old lady is happy. Marrying anyone is the same.” The marriages of their group were always mixed with various interests, the result of countless considerations. From a certain perspective, they obtained resources unimaginable to ordinary people, so paying some price was fair. It seemed Lucas had accepted such rules. I met Sarah Su once. A gentle and lovely lady, a nice girl. If possible, I hoped Lucas would have a different ending from others. 4 The dinner lasted until late at night. The drivers waited outside the house, and after it broke up here, they picked them up in time. Only Lucas’s driver had some accident on the way, so he arrived a bit late. So the scene of being alone with him, which I was most unwilling to see, appeared. We stood side by side under the streetlamp, the light elongating our shadows. At times like this, those unwilling and dark thoughts in my heart would clamor. Only Lucas knew nothing. He just stood there quietly, less sharp than usual due to alcohol. After a while, the driver finally arrived. Lucas turned to look at me and asked very gentlemanly: “Together?” I shook my head, showing a grateful but distant smile at the right time: “Thanks, Mr. Sterling, but my fiancé is already on the way.” So Lucas said no more, nodded slightly, and bent into the car. Finally, I was the only one left in the world. The masks worn layer upon layer during the day could finally be taken off at this moment. I kicked off my high heels casually, sat on the flower bed, rarely feeling a bit lost. For a moment, I actually didn’t know where I should go. Not long after, rain began to drift from the sky. The first autumn rain after the start of autumn was cold hitting the body. I walked barefoot along the road. This was a wealthy area, and I walked for a long time before finding a place to hail a taxi. … The road usually taken tonight was under maintenance. The driver didn’t know, so he could only detour back and drive out again. Lucas didn’t expect to see Mia Johnson again, waiting by the roadside in the rain, dangling a shoe in one hand leisurely. He was somewhat surprised. Didn’t expect the always dignified and rigorous Secretary Johnson to have such, um, informal side. After all, seeing her in the company usually, no matter when, she was always in a sharp suit, shirt buttoned to the top. He had seen many women unbuttoning buttons, seemingly unintentionally bending down in front of him, but Secretary Johnson was an exception. So he reused her, partly because of her professionalism, and partly because she knew boundaries. When about to pass her, the driver asked in front: “Should we give Secretary Johnson a ride?” Lucas’s eyes didn’t ripple, answering simply: “No need.” He had a bad opinion of her fiancé. Secretary Johnson was a smart person, only now it seemed her eyesight wasn’t very good. But feelings, like drinking water, one knows hot and cold oneself. He shouldn’t interfere too much. 5 I wasn’t sure if I saw Lucas’s car, but it flashed by, maybe I saw wrong. Wealthy areas probably rarely have people hailing taxis like me. The driver rushed here from far away. Only when my legs were a bit numb did I finally wait for my car. When I got home, it was already two or three in the morning. The whole house was silent. Externally I told everyone I had a happy family, a fiancé who loved me, and many friends. People often looked at me enviously and said: Life like this is complete enough. But actually, I had nothing, no family, no lover, no friends. In my middle school years, my mom got breast cancer, mid-late stage. After removing the breast, it relapsed within half an year. On an ordinary morning, my dad went to work but never came back. He ran away with all the money in the family, leaving my sick mom and underage me. After knowing this news, my mom was unusually calm. She silently underwent chemotherapy, hospitalization, and occasionally cooked for me when in good condition. One evening coming home from school, my mom prepared a table of dishes, sitting opposite smiling at me. Don’t know why, I felt an inexplicable fear. Leaning close to the dishes on the table, there was a strange smell. I thought of the bottle of rat poison my mom newly bought in the bathroom. That day I knew for the first time my mom’s hand strength was so great, so great that I couldn’t break free no matter what. Strong survival instinct let me break free from her hands while she was unprepared. I ran panic-stricken to the rooftop somehow. My mom cried and opened her arms to me, speaking incoherently: “Baby, this world is so bad, Mom doesn’t feel at ease leaving you alone here.” “Come with Mom, in the next life we will still be mother and daughter.” I cried too. I was so tired, so tired, and missed the smell of laundry detergent in my mom’s arms. Let it be, I thought, living wasn’t that good anyway. The wind on the rooftop was so strong that night, and my mom’s embrace was so warm. My mom held my hand, walking step by step to the edge. At the moment of falling, I was pulled by a pair of thin but powerful hands. He dragged me tightly, no matter how I struggled. Drifting in the wind, I only saw a pair of amazingly bright eyes clearly. Later I survived, but my mom died. That person was Lucas. He not only saved me but also gave me a reason to live— Repaying kindness. I felt I betrayed my mom. At that time I was like a drowning person, anxious to grab a piece of driftwood. And Lucas was that driftwood. Later fire trucks, police cars, ambulances all came. In the surging crowd, I grabbed his hand, looking up at him: “How should I repay you?” I still remember 16-year-old Lucas looking down at me, telling me very seriously: “Then remember to come find me.” My life seemed trapped on the night my mom died, and Lucas was the only hope. 6 This night I was swallowed by dreams as usual, full of past events. I saw my mom questioning me at the end why I didn’t go with her, and saw that silent look my dad gave before leaving home. Waking up from the dream sweating profusely, I found my throat couldn’t make a sound. Measured temperature, 101.8 degrees. If according to my usual temperament, probably take a fever reducer and forget it, then continue to work as if nothing happened. This time I rarely asked for leave. I needed some time to think about my future path. … When Lucas arrived at the company, he found Secretary Johnson didn’t come. Asked and knew, sick leave. He frowned, completely losing his impression of her so-called fiancé. Secretary Assistant Xiao Meng temporarily replaced Mia Johnson’s work. She served a cup of coffee. Lucas took a sip slowly, expression unchanged. One more sugar cube put. He didn’t speak, just took one sip and didn’t drink again. Morning meeting materials preparation had errors again. Fortunately, he already knew the key points of this negotiation clearly, so no big accident happened. Office temperature was one degree lower, humidifier wasn’t on, throat was also a bit dry. Throughout the day, couldn’t say where the problem was, just felt inappropriate everywhere. Lucas thought of Mia Johnson for the first time. He seemed rarely to think of her because she seemed to have no sense of existence always. Mia Johnson’s appropriateness was the kind like spring wind turning rain, moistening things silently. You can’t feel her existence, but everything is just right. He frowned. This was the second time he frowned today. For Mia Johnson’s unlucky fiancé, snatching his chief secretary general. … Lying for a day, thinking for a day, I still didn’t think of where to go. Like a ship lost in the ocean, unable to distinguish directions. So early the next morning, went to work honestly again. Arriving at the office, Xiao Meng looked at me cautiously, whispering: “Mr. Sterling looks in a bad mood. Yesterday morning’s coffee he only drank one sip.” Last night’s coffee was still on the table. I dipped a little with my finger, tasted, instructed: “One more sugar cube put. Three sugar cubes, one more or one less won’t do.” I demonstrated the coffee making method carefully again, Xiao Meng watching closely on the side. When coffee was made, Lucas arrived at the company. Don’t know if it was my illusion, the corner of his lips looking at me raised a few points higher than usual, and hidden a few points of resentment in his eyes.

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