When I was three months pregnant, my CEO husband, Julian Reed, suddenly handed me a divorce agreement. He wanted to divorce me to marry his “white moonlight” (first love), Sophia Turner, because Sophia was pregnant. He didn’t want Sophia to bear the stigma of having a child out of wedlock, nor did he want her child to be illegitimate, so he wronged me, his legal wife. In my past life, I refused to divorce even unto death. Julian and I fought and argued, and I even threatened suicide. In the end, both my unborn child and I lost our lives. Reliving my life, this won’t happen again. I signed the divorce agreement without any hesitation. That very night, I went to the hospital and terminated the pregnancy. Later, after Julian finally appeased Sophia, he came to ask me for remarriage. He knocked on my door carrying bags of baby products. Looking at my flat abdomen, Julian’s pupils shrank: “Where is our child?” I looked at him and smiled: “Aborted! The day you divorced me, I aborted it!” 1 “Chloe, to prevent Sophia from being criticized, I have to divorce you and marry her. Don’t worry, after she gives birth, I will divorce her and remarry you.” When Julian Reed handed me the signed divorce agreement, I had just been reborn. Looking at this familiar yet strange face, listening to his shameless words, physical and psychological repulsion made me slap Julian’s hand away. The divorce agreement fell to the ground. Julian glared at me with a dark face. Beside him, Sophia Turner’s eyes were filled with tears, “Sister Chloe, it’s all my fault. For the sake of the child in my belly not being called a bastard, I beg you! I’ll kneel for you!” She pretended to kneel, naturally impossible to actually kneel down. Julian hugged her distressedly. He hugged another woman tightly in front of me, his pregnant wife, looking at me with deep disappointment: “Why are you so unreasonable? I said it’s just a fake divorce, doing this is only to help Sophia. Sophia saved me back then, I can’t leave her in the lurch! Why can’t you understand me?” Looking at Julian’s disappointed gaze, I remembered my experience in the previous life. In my previous life, I loved Julian so much and was just pregnant, how could I agree to such an absurd thing. I firmly refused to divorce, crying and making a scene. Julian was extremely disappointed in me. If I didn’t sign the divorce, Julian couldn’t marry Sophia, and couldn’t let Sophia give birth legitimately. Worried that Sophia would be cyberbullied and lose her reputation, Julian used extraordinary means on me. He personally set a trap to make me look like a woman who cheated in marriage and was promiscuous and shameless. Looking at the overwhelming public condemnation against me, I was stunned. I called Julian wanting him to clarify for me, but Julian blocked me. Finally, while being chased by paparazzi, the car I was driving suddenly malfunctioned, crashed into the bridge pier of the cross-sea bridge, and rushed into the sea. Before dying, the cold and salty seawater kept pouring into my nose and mouth. That despair and pain made me shudder. Across from me, Julian, holding Sophia, said coldly: “Chloe Vance, let me tell you, you have to divorce whether you want to or not! I tell you, if you don’t listen, I have plenty of means to make you divorce obediently!” The means he spoke of was to turn me into a slut, an object of everyone’s scorn, causing the death of both me and my child. Having experienced Julian’s means, how could I still be obsessed? I pulled the corner of my mouth: “No need for means, I’ll sign! Immediately, right now!” 2 Seeing me pick up the divorce agreement from the ground and calmly sign it, Julian looked surprised. Tentatively asked: “Then we go to City Hall now?” “Okay!” I agreed without any objection. Knowing the true face of this man in front of me, how could I let myself fall into a predicament again. Leaving him is the first thing to do. Seeing me agree so readily, without arguing or making noise, cracks appeared on Julian’s face. I knew what he was uncomfortable about. He just thought I would make a big scene and refuse to divorce. Now that I did as he wished, he was unhappy again. He wanted to see me live and die for him, wanted to see me unable to leave him, showing a humble and broken look. Julian wanted to take all the good things. Why didn’t he think about how there could be such cheap things in this world? Coming out of City Hall, I walked silently towards the car I came in. Seeing me calm from beginning to end, showing no reluctance nor looking at him once, Julian finally couldn’t help it. He stopped me as I was about to leave: “Chloe, I might not be able to come back to accompany you in the future. Remember to call me if you need anything.” “No need. Since we are divorced, we should act like it. It’s better not to interact. After all, you are about to marry Miss Turner. Us contacting each other would be unfair to Miss Turner.” I dropped these words, got in the car, and went straight to the hospital. From registration to finishing the surgery and checking into the postpartum center, it took me less than four hours. Lying on the bed in the postpartum center, a message came on my phone. It was from a strange number, a custom wedding dress priced at millions, air-freighted roses. And a five-star hotel ballroom, gold-plated invitations, and a diamond ring symbolizing loving only one person in a lifetime. Needless to say, it was Sophia using a side account to show off to me. Have to say, Sophia knows how to provoke me. When I was with Julian, his family suffered an economic crisis and was penniless, having nothing. Julian and I were forced to squeeze into a basement less than ten square meters, eating instant noodles, chased by debt collectors everywhere. What I fancied was Julian’s talent, him as a person. So I was willing to suffer with Julian. When we got married, Julian was still in the struggle stage. Julian gave me nothing for the wedding. We just went to City Hall to get the certificate and then ate a bowl of spicy hot pot together. At that time, Julian held my hand and swore that one day he would compensate me, giving me the best of everything in the world. Later, after Julian became successful, he never mentioned compensating me, and I never thought about asking for compensation. I thought with true love, we could depend on each other until old age. I didn’t expect a lifetime to be only a short five years. The compensation Julian promised me was all given to Sophia. Because Sophia once helped him, he wanted to repay Sophia. In my past life, I asked Julian more than once, why did he have to marry her to repay Sophia? Julian said this was Sophia’s wish, Sophia’s only request. He put Sophia first but ignored me, the wife who tasted all the bitterness with him. In my past life, I didn’t feel anything wrong at all, actually foolishly wanting his love. I really didn’t die unjustly. 3 I ignored Sophia’s provocation and calmly ate the nutritious meal prepared by the postpartum center. Seeing me unmoved, Sophia stopped. I ate and drank enough and prepared to rest. Suddenly another message came on my phone. This time it was Julian: “Chloe, have you had dinner? is the baby fussing?” I didn’t reply. A few minutes later, Julian sent a long explanation message: “You were wronged today! Sorry Chloe! Believe me, the person I love is you. I have nothing to do with Sophia. I did this only to repay kindness. Don’t worry, once Sophia gives birth to the child, and her child has a legal identity, I will divorce her and remarry you.” I couldn’t help laughing out loud reading his message. In the previous life, he didn’t have these explanatory words, only impatience and calculation towards me. He clearly knew I loved him deeply, clearly knew I was pregnant. Yet he was willing to design me so cruelly for so-called repayment of kindness. Before dying, I always believed there was love between Julian and me. But after dying once, I understood that in Julian’s heart, I probably couldn’t even compare to a strand of Sophia’s hair. Otherwise, how could he bear to make such a shameless request to me, how could he design me so despicably? I ignored Julian. I just had surgery and needed rest. Only by recovering my body can I do the next things. I turned off my phone and let myself fall into deep sleep wholeheartedly. I recuperated in the postpartum center for a week. At the end of the week, my body recovered quite well. Leaving the center, I turned on my phone and saw at a glance the dense missed calls and messages, all from Julian. Divorced strangers now, don’t understand why he called me so many times. I didn’t care about his intentions and drove home. Getting out of the car, I actually saw Sophia. Sophia stood at the gate making a call, her face fierce to the extreme. Seeing me, Sophia froze, immediately hung up the phone and walked quickly towards me. Without outsiders, Sophia was no longer that delicate and weak appearance. She walked up to me in three steps and cursed: “Chloe Vance, where the hell did you die these past few days?” 4 I frowned looking at Sophia’s face distorted with anger: “What does where I go have to do with Miss Turner? Don’t you think you are meddling too much?” “You think I want to manage you? You damn woman, you deliberately didn’t answer Julian’s calls, right? Thought you agreed to divorce because you figured it out, didn’t expect you to pull this stunt. Chloe Vance, I underestimated you!” Sophia was really angry, spit flying, no image at all. I looked at Sophia’s distorted face feeling a bit disgusted, ignored Sophia and went straight into the house. When opening the door, Sophia roared angrily behind me: “It’s all because you bitch played missing, delaying my wedding with Julian.” I turned off my phone for a week to have peace, thought Julian and Sophia had already got the license and held a grand wedding. Didn’t expect not yet. Sophia blamed me for not being able to hold the wedding with Julian. She really can’t distinguish clearly. What does this have to do with me? I said calmly: “Miss Turner, Julian and I have divorced. What he wants to do has nothing to do with me. I have no reason or obligation to report my schedule to him. Also, since you and Julian are preparing to get married, please control your man well. Don’t let him disturb me like a mad dog. I am very disgusted.” I told the truth, but Sophia went crazy with anger. Cursed at me: “Chloe Vance, you bitch, you think playing this trick will make Julian soft-hearted towards you. Let me tell you, stop dreaming! With me here, Julian won’t remarry you! Never in this life!” “Who said I want to remarry Julian? Trash should stay in the trash can. I think you two are very compatible. Being locked together for a lifetime is best.” I slammed the door shut, isolating Sophia’s curses outside. Half an hour later, Julian rushed in. He broke in and questioned me angrily: “Where did you hide these past few days? Why didn’t you reply to messages? Why didn’t you answer calls? Do you know how worried I was about you? I looked everywhere for you during this time. If I didn’t find you, I was going to call the police!” Looked for me? Worried about me? Does Julian look like he loves me that much? Loved me but forced me to divorce to marry another woman? Loved me but let me carry infamy and die with the baby? I looked indifferently at Julian’s flustered appearance and said slowly: “Julian Reed, we have divorced. We have no relationship anymore. Don’t you know the principle that I have no responsibility or obligation to reply to your messages and calls?” Julian was stunned hearing me say this: “So you deliberately didn’t reply to my messages or answer my calls these past few days?” “Yes! A qualified ex should be like dead, never contacting. From now on, I won’t reply to your messages or answer your calls. Hope you understand.” 5 I just stated the facts calmly, but Julian was furious. He kicked over the coffee table: “You actually did it on purpose? I thought you were sensible. Didn’t expect you to be such a person. Chloe Vance, you disappointed me too much!” Looking at Julian’s flustered appearance, I really didn’t understand: “Mr. Reed, we are divorced. What I do has nothing to do with you, similarly what you do has nothing to do with me. When you proposed divorce, you should have been very clear about this, right? What does acting like this mean now? I remind you that your marriage partner is still here. You doing this will make her look bad.” Julian looked at me with unimaginable gaze: “Are you angry with me? Are you doing this on purpose? Chloe Vance, you clearly know my divorce with you is just an expedient measure.” “There is no expedient measure. Divorce is divorce, bridges are bridges, roads are roads. Mr. Reed, according to the divorce agreement, this house belongs to me now. Please don’t appear here in the future, okay?” Julian didn’t believe I wanted to cut ties with him from the bottom of my heart, still thinking I was playing hard to get: “Chloe Vance, I know you are angry with me. You are saying these words deliberately to anger me.” “No! You misunderstood! I really want to cut ties with you completely and never meet again from the bottom of my heart.” “Haha! How is that possible? Chloe Vance, stop saying angry words. I know your feelings for me. You love me so much, you can’t leave me, let alone we have a child.” Julian knew how much I looked forward to having a child with him. Married for five years without a child, finally getting pregnant, I was careful every day. Eating and drinking according to scientific methods, I would nag him about the child several times a day, looking forward to the child’s birth. In Julian’s view, the child was my life, the bond maintaining my relationship with him. Julian didn’t know I had already aborted the child. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When he spoke again, he had sorted out his emotions: “Chloe, I know you and the child have been wronged! How about this, I won’t hold a grand wedding with Sophia, we’ll just get the certificate. This should calm your anger, right?” When Julian made concessions, I clearly saw disbelief in Sophia’s eyes. A few days ago, she used a side account to show off her million-dollar wedding dress, air-freighted wedding roses, five-star hotel wedding hall, and the one-and-only diamond ring. Now Julian canceled it with one sentence. How could Sophia endure it? Sophia cried, looking pitiful. “Julian, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have troubled you, to prevent Chloe from misunderstanding you and becoming distant. I better not marry you.” Seeing Sophia cry, Julian immediately felt reluctant: “I promised to help you! The marriage won’t change. I will definitely let the child in your belly be born legitimately.” “No need. This child was an accident, shouldn’t have appeared. I’ll go abort it!” Sophia said covering her face crying and ran out. Julian froze for a moment, then chased after her. I sat on the sofa without moving. A few minutes later, Julian’s exclamation came from outside: “Sophia! Sophia wake up!” Then after a short while, the car roared away. I received a text from Julian: “Chloe, Sophia got emotional, fell and fainted. I have to take her to the hospital. Be good.” Hehe! At noon, I received a message from an anonymous number: “Your husband is mine now!” The picture was Julian gently feeding Sophia. I exited without expression, followed by another anonymous message. I thought it was a provocative message from Sophia. After seeing the content clearly, my face changed instantly.

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Everyone in the Upper East Side circle knew I’d been obsessed with Asher Sterling since we were kids. He went to Exeter; I went to Exeter. He learned eight languages; I learned eight languages. He studied finance at Wharton; I studied finance at Wharton. The Sterling and Vance families were destined to merge. Our business empires were too intertwined; one couldn’t survive without the other. But on our wedding day, Asher made a detour on his way to the altar. He flew straight to Paris to save his “one that got away”—the damsel in distress. We were childhood sweethearts, and now, we were the biggest joke in Manhattan. Wearing a custom Vera Wang gown worth eight figures, I walked down the aisle and completed the grand ceremony alone. That day, in the media frenzy that covered every tabloid, my name was placed before his for the first time. Idiot. Men are a dime a dozen in New York City. But a fully formed business empire? There’s only one of those. I didn’t just want his body. I wanted his money. 1 Asher’s private jet had already taken off. I locked myself in the bridal suite at The Plaza and shed exactly one tear. My short-tempered father was cursing up a storm outside. Mr. Sterling, Asher’s father, was furiously making calls, demanding Asher be dragged back the second he landed. My phone buzzed with two messages. Asher: [Summer, wait for me. I’ll explain everything when I get back.] The second message was a photo of Asher. He was walking toward the boarding gate, head down, on the phone. He was wearing the bespoke tuxedo I had spent months perfecting with the designers. The tie I hand-picked hung loosely around his neck. His expression was gentle, his eyes full of that sickeningly sweet indulgence, as if he were softly coaxing the person on the other end of the line. Anyone seeing it would sigh and say, “That lucky girl.” I zoomed in on the photo and stared at it for a long while. It was hard to let go. Truly. But I gave him a chance, and he made his choice. In chess, once you lift your finger from the piece, the move is final. I touched up my makeup, gathered the long train of my gown, opened the door, and flashed a perfect smile at the elders standing outside with their various expressions of horror. “The wedding proceeds as planned.” 2 Asher returned to New York three days later. For the past seventy-two hours, I was the undisputed queen of traffic. From the New York Times to TMZ, everyone was discussing Sloane Vance, the heiress who was abandoned by Asher Sterling on her wedding day but insisted on completing the ceremony solo. Some lamented the coldness of the rich, some fought for justice on my behalf, and naturally, some gloated. Regardless, in the overwhelming press coverage, my name—Sloane Vance—was ranked ahead of Asher Sterling’s for the first time. To apologize to the Vance family, my father-in-law, Chairman Sterling, hosted a private dinner at their Hamptons estate. After the wine flowed, the atmosphere softened. Chairman Sterling raised his glass to me. “Summer, this toast is to you. “You really are Robert’s daughter. Thank you for being decisive and protecting the reputation of both our families. “The Sterling family has wronged you. Rest assured, I will make this right.” I lowered my eyes demurely and raised my glass. Just as I was about to speak, the banquet hall doors swung open. Asher walked in, looking travel-worn and exhausted. My dad saw him and his face darkened. He slammed his glass down on the table. The massive hall went silent. Chairman Sterling glared at my dad, gritted his teeth, and barked at Asher: “On your knees!” Asher walked up to my father, step by step, and bowed slightly. “Dad, I was wrong.” My father scoffed coldly and didn’t respond. Asher straightened up and placed a document on the table. “I’m here to make amends. “While in the States, using my status as the Vance family son-in-law, I represented Vance Corp and signed the acquisition deal with the Bellamy Group.” 3 Vance Corp had been fighting for the Bellamy partnership for six months. All details were finalized, but Bellamy kept stalling the signature. My dad had gone gray worrying about this deal. I had to admit, Asher knew how to play psychological warfare. Presenting this contract was a massive offering to Vance Corp. My dad choked on his anger. Facing Asher now, he couldn’t stay mad, but he couldn’t exactly smile either. Asher stood there, hands clasped, eyes lowered, the picture of calm confidence. Chairman Sterling exhaled in relief and started a slow clap. “Robert, how about that? My son isn’t useless after all, is he? “Helping you secure Bellamy in one go… he deserves some credit.” With Chairman Sterling leading, the guests awkwardly joined in the applause. The atmosphere began to warm up. But, Asher… you humiliated my family on a global stage. Did you really think a contract would wipe the slate clean? I frowned, let my eyes redden, and walked up to him, looking him up and down. “Asher, why are you still wearing your wedding tux? “Was taking care of Miss Rose so exhausting that you didn’t even have time to change?” The hall fell dead silent. Asher’s smile froze. I forced a brave smile and pushed him gently toward the exit. “Go shower, change your clothes, and get some rest. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle things here.” Behind me, a hand slammed onto a table. I didn’t need to look; I knew it was my dad. Chairman Sterling’s voice boomed: “Freeze! You aren’t going anywhere!” In the standoff, a frail figure burst in from the entrance and threw herself between Asher and me. “Don’t make things hard for Asher. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” 4 The intruder was the culprit who made Asher abandon me at the altar—his “first love,” Serena Rose. It was late autumn, yet Serena was wearing a thin, white cotton dress, her slender body shivering. In front of everyone, Asher didn’t hesitate. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “Didn’t I tell you to wait in the car? Why did you come in? “Are you cold?” Serena’s face was ghostly pale. She leaned into Asher’s chest, eyes red. “Asher, don’t fight with your father over me. It’s not worth it. “I don’t have much time left to live. I can’t leave you with a mess.” Before she could finish, Serena began coughing violently. Asher’s brow furrowed deeply. Without a word, he scooped Serena up into his arms. “Rena, don’t be afraid. I’m taking you to Mount Sinai Hospital.” Ignoring everyone in the room, Asher lowered his head, whispering comforts to Serena as he walked out. “Asher Sterling! Stop right there!” Chairman Sterling was shaking with rage. “If you walk out that door, you are cut off from the Sterling family legacy! Everything!” Asher stopped. He turned, looking coldly at his father. “My biggest regret is letting you send Rena to Europe back then. “Do you think you can still control me like you did when I was a teenager?” Chairman Sterling’s face turned purple, but he couldn’t speak. My dad shook his head. “Arthur, it seems you can’t control the Sterling heir anymore.” Asher looked at my dad and smirked. “Dad, the first thing I did upon landing wasn’t checking Rena into the hospital—it was bringing you the Bellamy contract. “That is my sincerity for the future of our families. “Some things are better left unsaid.” He turned to me, his eyes icy. “Sloane, I promised to marry you, and I did. “You have the title of Mrs. Sterling. I guarantee you a life of luxury. “But love? I advise you not to ask for it.” With that, he carried Serena out without looking back. Curled in his arms, Serena glanced back over his shoulder, staring straight at me. The corner of her mouth lifted in a microscopic smirk.

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My husband, who had been dead for seven years, suddenly came back to life. Not only did he bring back another woman, but he also wanted me to voluntarily give up my position as his wife. “Jade almost lost her eyes trying to save me. I’ve already promised to marry her. As long as you obediently sign the divorce papers, I can let you continue living in the house.” I was silent for a moment, then spoke calmly. “Actually, I’m already married to someone else.” My husband rolled his eyes: “Why so stubborn? Everyone knows you love me to the bone.” 1 But I was no longer the Lily of seven years ago. That girl who obeyed his every word, humbling herself to the point of losing dignity. “I have no need to lie to you. I really am married to someone else.” Julian looked at me with disdain and sneered: “Lily, stop acting. I’m not asking for your permission; I’m informing you. Whether you like it or not, I will marry Jade.” Jade tugged at his arm, her voice laced with innocence: “Julian, don’t argue with your sister. It’s just my bad fate. You should send me back.” She pretended to leave, but her hand still held Julian’s arm, her eyes looking at me with determination. Hearing this, Julian’s gaze softened instantly. “Jade, you said we’d be together forever.” “Don’t worry, Lily loves me to death. She listens to me the most. We will definitely get married.” Seven years passed, and Julian’s shamelessness had only worsened. Before I could speak, he glared at me threateningly: “You’ve enjoyed the title of Mrs. Sterling for seven years. It’s time to give way to Jade. She has suffered too much; I won’t allow you to bully her.” A mocking smile appeared on my lips: “I haven’t done anything. Don’t throw dirt on me.” Julian’s face darkened instantly. He looked at me expressionlessly: “Do you think you’re someone important? If it weren’t for the fact that you waited for me for seven years, I would have kicked you out of the Sterling house directly. Why would I waste words with you here?” Kick me out? He doesn’t have that chance. Also, why does he think I waited for him for seven years? The day he abandoned me, I stopped waiting. Seven years ago, I sat on the bed in my wedding dress, waiting for Julian to pick me up. But he ran away from the wedding. On the way, the car fell off a cliff. Only the driver survived. For seven years, everyone thought he was dead. I even chose his grave myself. Marrying into the Sterling family was something my father fought hard for. Julian could disregard the Vance family’s face, but I couldn’t. Besides, their family didn’t only have Julian as a man. In these seven years, I became a wife and a mother. If he hadn’t suddenly returned, I would have forgotten him long ago. Therefore, reuniting after many years, my heart was calm. “Julian, I’ll reiterate. We are no longer husband and wife.” “Legally, you are a deceased person.” “So whoever you want to marry has nothing to do with me.” 2 Julian sneered disdainfully: “You’re sensible. If you hadn’t pestered me to marry you back then, I wouldn’t have run to a foreign country and hidden for seven years.” I knew it. In the same car, even the driver could escape. How could he die? It turned out to be a golden cicada shedding its shell. He really hasn’t changed from beginning to end—selfish, arrogant, and irresponsible. When the news of Julian’s death came, his mother fainted on the spot and fell ill, almost following her son. Julian’s words were overheard by the butler who rushed over. “Young Master, please don’t say that.” “She is now the wife of the Sterling Group’s CEO.” “CEO’s wife?” Jade rolled her eyes and asked seemingly casually: “Julian, didn’t you say your grandfather would only pass the CEO position to you?” Julian froze for a moment, then looked at me indifferently. “My father only has me as a son. Who else besides me is qualified to inherit the CEO position?” I stared at Julian calmly. Did he leave his brain behind when he went abroad? Does he know how stupid his words sound? The butler wiped sweat from his forehead in fear: “Young Master, what nonsense are you talking about?” “Madam is married to the Third Master. The Third Master is now the CEO of the Sterling Group. Did you forget? Your Uncle Ethan.” Back when Julian ran away from the wedding, I stood blankly on the street, surrounded by spectators. It was then that Ethan Sterling stepped forward. He said he was willing to marry me. At that time, I was lost and helpless. Everyone knew I was getting married that day, but the groom died on the way. Jinx, bad luck, ominous—these words nailed me to the pillar of shame. Suddenly someone said he was willing to marry me, proving to the world that I wasn’t what they said. He would save the Vance family’s face and take me out of the predicament. Why wouldn’t I marry him? Ethan hadn’t planned to attend his nephew’s wedding, but had to return due to the old man, yet unexpectedly married me. Julian looked at me with ridicule: “Everyone knows my Uncle Ethan is not interested in women; he only cares about his career. He wouldn’t even look at a simp like Lily.” Ethan is a famous business wizard in the capital. Half of the Sterling family’s assets belong to him personally. He is like an ancestor in the Sterling family. I still don’t understand why he married me. There were too many girls prettier and gentler than me. The butler was still persuading: “Young Master, it’s true. You can check the news online, or ask the family if you don’t believe it.” Julian scoffed disdainfully. He casually pointed to a gardener, then asked the nanny. Both gave the same answer. Julian’s face couldn’t hold it anymore. He looked at me coldly: “Good job, Lily. You really have methods. I’ve only been gone for a few years, and you’ve subdued everyone in the family to lie to me together.” I looked calm, not wanting to argue with him. I married Ethan. This is an undeniable fact. Whether Julian believes it or not doesn’t matter to me. He grew up spoiled. The butler, afraid he would continue to pester, immediately sent someone to call Ethan: “Call Third Master’s secretary quickly and ask Third Master to come back.” Ethan had an aviation project to discuss today, so he went to the company early. The old man and Julian’s mother were not at home either. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be his turn to be presumptuous with me. During the standoff, Leo suddenly ran in. “Mom, why didn’t you come back to play with me?” 3 Seeing Leo, Julian was furious, eyes wide with rage. No other reason, Leo was a miniature version of me, just a boy. Julian’s gaze moved back and forth between me and the child. After a long time, he raised a trembling hand and pointed at me: “You dared to betray me and even have a bastard child.” “Say it, whose bastard is this?” Leo inherited Ethan’s personality. Although he didn’t quite understand the word, he knew it wasn’t good. He stroked his chin and said like a little adult: “Who are you calling a bastard? My dad said a dirty mouth deserves a beating.” Leo is six years old. Almost everyone in the family knows him, but he hasn’t met Julian. Julian immediately scolded him: “Little bastard, you dare talk back.” Hearing this, I got angry. My precious son, born after ten months of pregnancy, what right does he have to call him a bastard? “Julian, clean your mouth, or don’t blame me for being rude.” Jade’s face was full of gloating. “This kid looks like he should be in elementary school, right? Did you get pregnant before marrying Julian?” These words were vicious. Hearing this, the look Julian gave me was murderous. The most unacceptable thing for a man is his wife cheating. Especially a woman who claimed to love him. I said calmly: “The child is six.” “Lily, you promiscuous woman. I’ve only been gone for seven years, and you have a child with someone else. Have you no shame?” Only gone for seven years? We only knew each other for a few years, and he left for seven. Besides, he abandoned me first. The butler hurriedly explained: “Young Master, this is your Uncle Ethan’s child.” Julian exploded: “Shut up, you ungrateful thing. Where are my parents? Who allowed her to be so arrogant? Cheating and still self-righteous.” “Everyone in the Sterling family knows about this.” When Julian ran away, his parents felt guilty, so they didn’t oppose Ethan marrying me. Hearing this, Julian was completely enraged. His gaze swept around like a knife, “Who is the wild man? Daring to cuckold the Sterling family, is he tired of living?” No matter how he looked, he couldn’t find a suspect. I laughed sarcastically. Jade, with a tone of “for my own good,” advised me: “Sister, just confess yourself. Otherwise, if you provoke Julian, I can’t help you.” I rolled my eyes at her, “Stop pretending, you thousand-year-old fox.” Before I could react, I was slapped by Julian. “Shut up.” “You cheated, shameless, and still have the face to lecture Jade.” I wasn’t prepared for his sudden attack, and my cheek swelled up instantly. Seeing me beaten, Leo charged at Julian like a little calf. “Dare to hit my mom, I’ll beat you to death.” “Leo!” 4 Julian grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. My heart pounded: “Julian, let go of the child.” The servants also rushed up to grab the child: “Young Master, put the child down quickly.” “Otherwise, Third Master won’t let this go.” Everyone in the Sterling family knew Leo was Ethan’s lifeblood, usually doted on immensely. But Julian sneered: “If you don’t want to be fired, get lost. I must teach them a lesson today.” My heart tightened: “Julian, what are you doing?” His face was cold, and the atmosphere around him instantly became chilly: “Legally, you cheated during marriage and had a child. I can demand you leave with nothing and compensate for my losses.” But the problem is we never got married. My hands trembled with anger: “Julian, we didn’t get married, where does cheating come from?” “Put the child down!” Leo’s legs dangled, kicking constantly, but he wasn’t scared. Intimidated by Julian’s threat, no one stepped forward. Only advised him lightly. But Julian turned a deaf ear. He glanced at me meaningfully: “After I teach this bastard a lesson, I’ll deal with you personally.” After saying that, he carried Leo and walked out. People around looked at each other, but no one dared to stop him. In the end, it was the butler who blocked Julian. His face darkened instantly: “What? You dare to block me?” The butler wiped his sweat repeatedly, still respectfully saying: “Young Master, talk nicely, don’t be impulsive, release the Young Master quickly.” Taking this opportunity, I hurried to grab the child, but was pulled by Jade. She smiled smugly: “Sister, what are you doing? Don’t seek death.” I slapped her face, “If anything happens to my son, I will make you two regret being born.” Jade took the opportunity to hit the vase next to her, bleeding from her head. Julian’s eyes turned red, venting all his anger on Leo: “You dare touch Jade, see if I don’t beat this bastard to death.” He lifted Leo to throw him on the ground. My heart stopped for a moment. Instinctively pounced over, “Leo!” Seeing Julian go crazy, Leo was just a child after all, crying loudly in fear. Julian shouted at me: “Get lost, I’ll settle accounts with you later.” I hugged the child tightly, not letting go no matter how he pulled. Julian finally lost patience; he kicked me in the chest. I immediately felt breathless. The butler and others came up to pull him, all shaken off by him. “Young Master, stop quickly, that’s your Aunt.” Julian’s leg was hugged by him, and he wanted to kick me again. Just then, A cool and indifferent voice sounded from the door. “What is going on here?” “You’d better give me a reasonable explanation.”

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I was a scholarship student. On my first day at the elite academy, the school bully kicked my desk. “Take off those colored contacts and dye your hair back.” I closed my book and looked at him. “Congenital albinism. My hair color is natural, and so is my eye color.” He silently retracted his leg. Two days later, he was hugging a tree, sobbing: “I deserve to die!” During military training, the instructor tried to force me to participate. He grabbed the instructor by the collar furiously. “Don’t you know albinism patients can’t be exposed to the sun?” 1 On the first day of school, a smart robot helped me pack. “This time, you’ll offend three people: the School Hunk, the School Bully, and the Academic God.” “They are incredibly handsome, come with their own BGM and screams, and are the ones you can spot instantly in a crowd.” The robot, Sion, was nagging like an old mother. I lay on the bed, looking up at the silver ring on my middle finger, feeling a bit dazed. “Sion, can my illness really be cured?” I have congenital albinism, a lifelong condition with no cure. I had already given up hope. But half a month ago, my fingertip suddenly stung, and a silver ring appeared on my middle finger. A person suddenly appeared in my mind: handsome, sunny, white T-shirt, tall, his face full of vigor and vitality. He bounced around in my mind, excitement written all over his face. “Holy cow, transmutation is real?!” “Who am I? Where am I? Why is there nothing here?” He saw me curled up in a corner. “A kid? Silver hair, light red pupils… Holy cow, Cub!!” He rushed over with an excited face and hugged me, rubbing my head vigorously. My spiritual body trembled. He chattered endlessly. In half an hour, he said more than I had in my entire life. The word he shouted most was “Cub.” My fingers curled. I was an orphan, my parents died early. I hadn’t been a “cub” for a long time. He said his name was Sion, sent by God to save me, to give me a perfect Happy Ending. He touched my head and said he could help cure my albinism. The condition was to max out the affection points of three characters and safely survive the school period. He made me sign up for a famous elite academy. I applied just for fun, thinking I wouldn’t get in, but three days later, I received the invitation letter. I looked at the gold-stamped admission letter in surprise. The tuition was a million dollars. No scholarship. I looked at him. The smart robot in front of me had hands on his hips, laughing wildly. “Small case. Just a little micro-transaction of $1000. Half a month’s living expenses.” He flashed a V sign at me: “For Cub, it’s my duty.” 2 The rent was due, and with no money to renew, the landlord kicked us out. I spent 33 dollars to buy back the old robot Sion used to possess. Holding the simple robot with peeling paint, I walked on the street, feeling quite desolate. He jumped down from my arms, bashful yet heroic. “The sponsor absolutely cannot let Cub suffer!” Three minutes later, a bodyguard in a suit drove a black Cayenne and took us to a villa area. I stared dumbfounded at the magnificent palace-like house built with white jade bricks. This Sion really had something. I wanted to believe in miracles again. He looked at the luxurious villa with joy on his face too. “Good lord, 300 dollars to live in such a villa, even if only for three months, it’s worth it!” “Thinking of my poor background, I’ve never lived in such a good place.” “Cub, this is your home from now on, don’t be polite.” He jumped on the bed and started rolling on the latex mattress. The snow-white mattress was covered with peeling paint. Although he was a robot, I could feel he was happy. I looked at him and smiled genuinely for the first time. Happy people are happy in everything they do. Calling me Cub, actually, he was the Cub. 3 School finally started. Sion possessed the silver ring and quietly drilled out. “Cub, Papa probably can’t accompany you to school.” “Tell Papa if you need anything, I’ll try my best to satisfy Cub.” Papa? My mouth twitched, but I finally nodded. After all, he sent me to the elite school, prepared a villa for me, and gave me living expenses. He really looked like my dad… Sugar Daddy. I was silent. “Damn it! Why do I have an 8 AM class here? Why can’t I accompany Cub more?” “Played Bad Endings so many times, poured in so much effort, must get a Good Ending!” Sion reluctantly pawed my hand and left whimpering. “…” The silver ring made no more sound. 4 To save money, I transferred buses three times. When I arrived with my suitcase, the sun had set. A layer of afterglow fell on the white jade gold-stamped school gate. However, the guard crossed his arms, looked at me, and wouldn’t let me in. “Sorry, you’re ten minutes late. Locked. Come back tomorrow.” I pursed my lips. School rules didn’t allow a poor student like me to break them. I turned to leave. But I saw three luxury cars driving towards me. A black Cayenne, a Rolls-Royce, and a Maserati, exuding grace and luxury, but driving very dominantly and arrogantly. I frowned and made way. Raised my eyebrows, about to watch the luxury car owners eat humble pie. But I saw the closed gate open, and the three black luxury cars drove in, leaving me a view of their backs. I looked at the guard, pointing at the three cars: “Why can they enter?” The guard straightened his collar and glanced at me lightly. “They are the richest young masters. Can you, a poor student who came by bus, compare?” He sneered contemptuously, “Better clean your shoes first, they’re full of mud.” After speaking, he put on a smiling face again and ran excitedly to fawn over those young masters. I gripped my suitcase, suddenly thinking. Sion said I would offend three people. Could it be these three? The guard left, the gate was empty, no one guarding. I walked in directly with my suitcase. When crossing this door, I adjusted my glasses. Since they didn’t follow the rules themselves, I didn’t need to either. 5 I was assigned to the worst class, the Arts Class. My seat was in the last row. As soon as I sat down, two girls looked over, releasing ridicule: “Yo, trying to seduce Young Master Lu as soon as entering school? Just because you have some looks, you really think you can succeed?” “Even dyed hair. Did you know early on that Young Master Lu likes silver hair so you dyed it? Really doing whatever it takes for love.” “…” Not much damage, not very insulting. I could even interpret it as them praising me. I just glanced at them lightly and methodically laid out my stationery. The girl in the white dress looked unhappy, kicking my stool with her high boots. “Newcomer, talking to you, can’t hear?” I looked up: “Sorry, selective hearing loss.” “Hearing loss, hearing loss…” She huffed again, tone arrogant. “Count yourself lucky. Since it’s hearing loss, it’s not unforgivable.” “…” I didn’t look at her, silently opened the book, and started previewing. She lowered her head again: “What contacts are you wearing? Light pink, so beautiful.” “…” At this moment, I thought of a certain celebrity. I brewed a faint smile: “Sorry, born this way, didn’t wear contacts.” “Tsk, hypocritical.” She looked at me disdainfully, about to speak more. A scream suddenly came from the classroom: “Lucas Lu!!” The ridicule on Sarah’s face stopped abruptly, instantly love-struck, pink stars in her eyes, coquettishly looking towards the door: “Young Master Lu~” This voice with nine bends and eighteen turns gave me chills. Following her gaze, I saw a boy at the door. Similar to what Sion said, dressed in black, tall with long legs, wearing a black necklace, with a faint hostility between his brows. It was the only son of the Lu Group – Lucas Lu. I would offend him? I still have to max out his affection points? My fingers curled. Lucas first scanned the classroom. Everyone held their breath, silent. I was thinking about how to offend people and gain affection points at the same time. Suddenly, the desk was kicked twice. I looked up and met Lucas’s half-smiling face. “Newcomer? Dyed hair silver? Got guts.” His long fingers landed on my desk. “Before 3 PM today, I want to see your original hair color.” I closed the book and looked at him. “Sorry, congenital albinism. Hair color is natural, eye color is also natural.” People around laughed loudly, and he also hooked his lips contemptuously. “This is the third case of faking albinism this month.” “Newcomer, know that you can’t touch a tiger’s butt?” I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him. Who fakes illness for no reason? His fingertips still tapped on my desk, “Within three days, take off the contacts, dye the hair back.” Managing heaven and earth, still managing if people dye their hair? After dropping the harsh words, he left without even looking at me. My deskmate quietly poked his head over: “Young Master Lucas Lu, can’t be offended. You better take off those contacts quickly.” “Good-looking is good-looking, but he can’t accept it.” “As a fellow poor student, can only help you this far.” “…” I raised my eyebrows, looking teasing. “If he can dye his hair green, I might consider it.” My deskmate covered his face with a book and gave me a thumbs up: “Brave.”

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My parents, brother, and fiancé all firmly believed that environment and character were unrelated. So they sent me and the fake heiress into the newly developed time machine together. To let us experience each other’s lives. If the fake heiress could be equally outstanding in a harsh environment, they would completely abandon me. I also wondered how the pampered rich girl would react if one day she couldn’t even get enough to eat. 1 After sitting in the time machine, the host put a helmet on me. Sitting opposite me, the fake heiress, Sarah Song, raised her eyebrows at me triumphantly. The classic “switched at birth” plot of wealthy family dramas was playing out on the two of us. Unfortunately, I was the real heiress taken away by the nanny. While I was being beaten by my adoptive parents, Sarah was wearing exquisite dresses, preparing to study abroad at an international school. While I was collecting scraps alone because I couldn’t afford tuition, Sarah was spending money like water at her birthday party. Until one day, the school organized a large-scale physical examination and found that Sarah’s blood type didn’t match anyone in the family. Only then did they realize a huge mix-up had occurred. But when my parents found me after much effort and saw me dragging a garbage bag covered in dust, they regretted it. They took me home and casually placed me in a servant’s room, with no intention of driving Sarah away. I asked in confusion: “Why is she still here?” Sarah’s eyes turned red instantly, and she said: “If sister doesn’t like me, I can leave. I know this family can’t tolerate me.” As soon as these words came out, the whole family was in chaos. My so-called biological parents and brother all surrounded Sarah to comfort her, even glaring at me reproachfully. I knew deeply that if I didn’t make things clear here, there might never be a chance later. So I said calmly: “Do I need to remind you? I wasn’t switched by mistake, but deliberately exchanged. The dozen years of life she enjoyed originally belonged to me. By keeping her, are you trying to tell everyone that they can change their fate against heaven using this method in the future?” My handsome brother threw his chopsticks and glared at me fiercely, saying: “I’ve been siblings with Sarah for so many years. I don’t care about bullshit blood ties or mix-ups. I only recognize her as my sister. If anyone should get lost, it’s you!” Looking at this neurotic family, I shook my head, planning to leave and live a wandering life again. But I was stopped by my father. He said seriously: “Stop arguing. Isn’t it just about who stays and who goes? Our Song family can’t tolerate people with bad character. It just so happens that the company has developed a time machine. Whoever performs perfectly in the other person’s life, I will keep that person.” As soon as he spoke, neither Sarah nor I refuted, nodding one after another. But only I knew that this competition seemed fair, but was biased towards Sarah everywhere. After all, she had received good education for so many years, while I had to step into high society with the identity of a rural person. Unfortunately, they were all wrong. The life of ordinary rural people might indeed be simple, but my adoptive parents’ home was not. I’d like to know what Sarah would do when the tuition fees saved from selling scraps were robbed. Soon, the day of the experiment arrived. The first test of the new product of the Song family’s company, and the test subjects happened to be the real and fake heiresses. My biological father naturally wouldn’t let go of such a big selling point. Cameras were placed in front of us. As the current surged in the helmets, the live broadcast also began. 2 The first one to have her consciousness extracted was Sarah. The big screen plunged into darkness. I knew that was Sarah’s consciousness being transferred into my past memories. At this time, the host also took the opportunity to ask my biological mother: “Mrs. Song, who do you think will win this test?” My biological mother raised her chin high, full of pride, but still pretended to be reserved and said: “Although Sarah is not my biological daughter, I believe in her character. Even in the harshest environment, she will become the most outstanding person.” Although she didn’t take sides directly, the bias in her words was obvious at a glance. My biological father, brother, and fiancé beside her also nodded one after another. But my heart didn’t fluctuate at all. Having experienced hardships for so many years, I was used to it. Just not getting the love of relatives was nothing to me. Comments flashed across the screen on the live broadcast. I turned my head to look, and there were patches of praise for Sarah: “Our Miss Sarah is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Just a backward village, piece of cake!” “Exactly, what’s the difference between this and a max-level boss refreshing in Novice Village?” But I shook my head. They underestimated my adoptive mother’s means of torture too much. Just then, Sarah’s consciousness finally connected successfully. The big screen shockingly displayed a dilapidated small house. Filthy wooden tables and patched quilts, even the color tone was gray, as if there was no way out at a glance. And Sarah, looking only five or six years old, stood blankly in the middle of the room. Seemingly not understanding where she was yet. But before she could adapt, a broom hit her hard on the body. The young girl was beaten to the ground. And the owner of the broom, a fierce-looking woman, scolded angrily: “Damn girl, asked you to cut hogweed and you stood there for ages without moving. Want to get beaten again?” After saying that, the broom hit Sarah hard again, eliciting distressed sighs from the audience and my biological parents: “Does the real heiress live in such an environment? This woman is really not a thing, hitting such a small child.” “Exactly, I think poor mountains and evil waters produce unruly people. No wonder the real heiress is so unlikeable.” “But our Sarah is definitely different. She will definitely remain untainted out of the mud!” Hearing these words, I just smiled faintly and didn’t make a sound. After suffering pain, Sarah quickly got up from the ground and rushed to the back mountain with a basket bigger than herself to pull grass. Unfortunately, she still retained the habits of being a young lady before the swap. A pair of hands for playing piano were fine and tender. Before pulling a few stalks, several big blisters were worn out. Busy until dark, she failed to fill that basket. She could only return to the dilapidated house dejectedly. My adoptive mother glanced at the basket which was only half full, and was immediately furious: “How come you only picked this little? If you dare to be lazy again tomorrow, I’ll skin you alive!” After saying that, she threw a dirty small bowl in front of Sarah and said grumpily: “Eat, you wastrel.” Sarah looked embarrassed. Her good upbringing in her bones made her unable to help but despise this dirty bowl. But tired for a day, she had to hold the bowl and chopsticks and chew in small bites. Until the last grain of rice was eaten clean, she still hadn’t filled her stomach. So she looked up cautiously at the woman: “I’m not full yet.” But what she got in return was a hard slap from my adoptive mother: “Eat, eat, eat, only know how to eat. Didn’t do much work but have a big appetite. Get out!” My adoptive mother’s behavior had long attracted curses from people offstage. But I smiled. Can’t stand this already? But such a life will last for more than ten years. 3 Looking at the smile on my lips, my brother, known as a business elite, stared at me with resentful eyes and said: “Do you have any conscience? Your sister was beaten like that, and you can still laugh?” Hearing my brother’s words, the audience offstage nodded one after another, showing expressions of agreement. As if I were in cahoots with my adoptive mother, they applied their hatred to me. I just shrugged helplessly and said: “But logically speaking, I also lived the exact same life she is experiencing now. Where does the mockery come from?” “Besides, my adoptive mother is Sarah’s biological mother, right? This should have been the life belonging to her.” Hearing my words, my brother choked and was speechless. Just preparing to refute me, but his attention was quickly attracted by Sarah on the screen. There were many things to do in my adoptive mother’s house. Herding cattle, cutting grass, cleaning, harvesting rice. But what she learned in her own life was music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. How could she do these rough jobs? Almost every day she couldn’t complete the tasks assigned by my adoptive mother and was beaten running around the room. And the audience who originally praised Sarah for her elegance couldn’t laugh anymore. They could only smooth things over for themselves: “In this environment, it’s inevitable not to maintain grace. At least we keep ourselves clean!” But soon, they were slapped in the face. Sarah, who couldn’t get enough to eat and had to do high-intensity work every day, couldn’t take it at all. After discovering that my adoptive mother was secretly eating big chicken legs, she finally couldn’t help it. She sneaked into the kitchen under the cover of night and stole a chicken leg. Her eating manner could almost be described as wolfing down. And her end was naturally being beaten half to death by the discovered adoptive mother. The cane whipped on her body, leaving ugly scars that couldn’t be removed for a lifetime. The people who just said Sarah would keep herself clean suddenly fell silent. Rubbing their hands somewhat awkwardly. One day, my adoptive mother asked Sarah to make a fire and cook as usual. And Sarah stuffed a large handful of dry wood. But couldn’t ignite the flame in the stove no matter what. Worried about getting beaten, she added coal anxiously. And I said calmly: “She shouldn’t do that.” Hearing this, my fiancé immediately showed a dissatisfied expression: “I say that’s enough from you. You just sincerely want to see Sarah get beaten, right? If she doesn’t make a fire quickly, that crazy woman will punch and kick her again.” But I just shook my head and didn’t speak. Until my adoptive mother walked into the room, Sarah still hadn’t made the fire properly. My adoptive mother just took a look and kicked her again, saying: “Stupid thing, only know how to waste. Can’t even do a small thing like making a fire well!” Only then did I explain: “Before making a fire, you must use lit paper as a primer, otherwise you can’t start the fire. It’s just wasting coal.” The host immediately showed an appreciative expression. This indeed counts as knowledge only known by rural elderly people. But he didn’t expect that I had such rich life experience. Suddenly, the malicious eyes originally directed at me decreased a lot. But I didn’t care, still staring dead at Sarah on the screen. Soon, came the first important turning point, the first day I went to school. My biological parents snorted coldly: “Our Sarah is material for studying. Originally destined not to serve people. Once she goes to school, everything will be fine.” But Sarah on the screen waited from day to dark, but never waited for the notification from the village committee. She couldn’t help finding my adoptive mother and asking: “Mom, why can’t I go to school like those kids?” My adoptive mother immediately threw Sarah off fiercely, saying: “What school? It’s all a waste of money. Not allowed to go!” 4 No one expected such a change to happen, looking at me one after another. But only I felt no surprise at all. After all, a person like my adoptive mother thought even giving me a bite to eat was a waste, naturally impossible to pay for my schooling. My brother immediately frowned and questioned me: “Didn’t you go to school back then? Why can’t Sarah? What means did you use?” I really didn’t like his righteous questioning tone. As if I owed their family ten million. So I rolled my eyes and said angrily: “How can it be so easy for rural girls to study? If you don’t fight for it yourself, do you still expect someone to help you?” And Sarah, who grew up in a honey pot, certainly didn’t have this awareness. She took it for granted that at a certain age, her family would arrange everything for her. I continued: “When I went out to work harvesting wheat back then, I helped the village committee cadres’ families harvest several times by the way. That’s why they helped me tell my mom that studying would make more money for the family.” And precisely because of this, I had the opportunity to go to school. As soon as these words came out, there were immediately voices of agreement in the audience offstage: “She’s right. I’m also from the countryside, but my family is related to the village committee. Originally my mom didn’t let me go to school, but finally agreed.” Sarah, without any preparation, naturally could only continue to suffer in that hellish home. Until the government issued a notice that school-age children must receive compulsory education, otherwise they would be fined. My adoptive mother then reluctantly took Sarah to report. But didn’t be responsible for any of her tuition fees. Like uniform fees, book fees. Sarah could only carry a basket to the back mountain to pick herbs every day and take them to the town to sell for money. And the school was far from home. Sarah had to travel several hours in advance. Even worn out several pairs of shoes, but had no money to buy new ones. Thought going to school would have the opportunity to change fate against heaven. But Sarah, who worked continuously in studying, traveling, and working every day, didn’t even have enough rest time. Often fell asleep in class. Even completely couldn’t understand what the teacher said. After a semester, her grades were firmly at the bottom of the class. Plus her tattered outfit. Almost no one was willing to be friends with her. She gradually felt despair. And just then, the audience offstage began to speak for Sarah again: “It’s good enough not to go crazy living in this environment. Why care so much about grades? Our Sarah is just an ordinary person!” My biological parents also nodded at this time and said: “Yeah, our Sarah has received business circle education since childhood. It’s understandable that her grades are not very good.” But the host seemed to deliberately go against them, saying: “That being said, our real heiress got good grades in this environment.” After saying that, several bright certificates of merit were presented on the big screen. Slapping their faces hard.

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After painstaking effort, I finally slept with the aloof academic god. I drew a Dare card, requiring me to choose a male to French kiss. I chose the academic god, but he sat there, not getting up for a long time. He said to me with restraint: “Sorry, it’s not convenient right now.” A row of bullet comments appeared before my eyes: [Of course it’s not convenient. The female lead is sitting right next to him. How could he kiss the supporting female lead in front of her?] [Wait until the next round when the female lead draws a Dare to make him kiss her, he’ll kiss her immediately, and it will be a tongue kiss too. No harm without comparison.] [Wait until the supporting female lead gets rejected, cries her makeup off, and begs the male lead to kiss her like a shrew. It’s going to be hilarious.] Not wanting to be laughed at, I said: “If it’s inconvenient, forget it. I’ll kiss someone else.” 1 The surroundings instantly went quiet. Someone advised me: “What’s wrong, Chloe? Isn’t Julian your boyfriend?” “Yeah, what’s wrong with you guys? Did you fight?” “Everyone knows he dotes on you like crazy. Before, the campus wall even posted that when your couple ring accidentally fell into the artificial lake, he jumped right in to find it for you.” “Forget it, it’s just a small game. No big deal. Just drink a glass of wine. Couples always fight at the head of the bed and make up at the end.” Julian gazed at me, his eyes revealing uneasiness and worry: “Chloe, are you angry?” I pursed my lips: “No.” I poured myself a glass of wine. Julian hadn’t betrayed me substantially yet, and there was no need for me to kiss someone else out of spite. Because I didn’t complete the Dare, I had to drink a glass of wine as punishment. Julian poured himself a full glass of wine and said to me: “This round is my fault. I’ll accept the punishment.” He tilted his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing, and drank the glass of wine to the last drop. The game continued as usual. My expression looked normal, not sad because Julian rejected me. But inside, I couldn’t stop feeling awkward, sour, and full. My attention couldn’t focus on the game, constantly thinking about who the female lead mentioned in the bullet comments was. Just then, junior student Bella drew a Dare card and timidly raised her hand: “Um… I seem to have drawn ‘choose a member of the opposite sex to kiss’ too.” She looked around at the men, and finally, her wet gaze settled on Julian: “Senior, I only know you here. Can you help me?” Everyone held their breath, eyes shifting between me and her, seeming to wait for a drama. The bullet comments were excited: [Baby is so brave! Finally learned to boldly ask for love.] [Wait until the supporting female lead goes crazy like a shrew and pushes down baby female lead, then the male lead feels sorry for the female lead and makes the supporting female lead apologize to baby in front of everyone. Too doting.] [But isn’t it not good for the female lead to do this? The supporting female lead is still the male lead’s girlfriend after all. A bit crossing the line, right?] [Whoever said that must be the supporting female lead’s simp. Just a supporting female lead, what’s the big deal? Besides, the male lead doesn’t really like her.] [Later when they break up, the supporting female lead threatens suicide to get back together, the male lead doesn’t care at all and even mocks her to jump if she has the guts.] My palms went cold. I wouldn’t go crazy and push Bella in such a public place. But I wanted to see Julian’s reaction. Julian looked at Bella and frowned: “I thought they made it very clear. I have a girlfriend.” Bella asked around and no one helped her. She bit her lower lip, eyes red with grievance: “I’m allergic to alcohol. Senior, if you can’t kiss me, can you at least help me drink a glass of wine as punishment?” At this time, Julian frowned slightly and looked at me: “Chloe, do you agree? I only listen to you.” The bullet comments were dumbfounded: [Did I see wrong? The male lead actually asked for a supporting female lead’s opinion.] [And he didn’t even take the initiative to kiss my baby female lead. Boohoo, is this really a sweet pampering novel?] [Laughing to death, you guys really believe it. The male lead is just asking symbolically. Even if the supporting female lead is unwilling, the male lead won’t listen. It will only be more face-slapping then.] I clenched my hands and pretended to be calm: “Up to you.” But inside, I awkwardly hoped Julian would refuse her. However. Julian’s eyes darkened. He picked up the wine glass and drank that glass of wine for Bella. My heart twitched fiercely. I desperately explained for him in my heart, don’t be jealous, Julian helped her drink because Bella is allergic to alcohol. But the bullet comments woke me up again and again: [Hehe, I said how could the male lead really ignore baby female lead? Isn’t he helping her drink now!] [Cold face washing underwear literature (trope where cold male lead secretly does sweet things), love it love it.] [But no matter what, can’t let baby be embarrassed in public. Hmph, punish him with chasing wife crematorium (trope where male lead has to work hard to win back female lead).] [Stupid, haven’t you noticed? In a place no one noticed, the male lead is already quietly hard.] [Hehe, must be because baby female lead looks too cute when aggrieved. Someone looks calm on the surface, but actually must have been unable to hold back long ago, wanting to ‘supermarket’ (slang for wanting to have sex) her.] [No wonder he didn’t get up to kiss her. Turns out he was afraid the big guy below would scare baby.] Seeing the bullet comments, my heart sank suddenly. Julian reacted to Bella? I desperately denied it in my heart, but my gaze uncontrollably moved down slowly, noticing that place. It really pitched a small tent. My heart went cold to the bottom instantly. No matter what, physiological reactions don’t lie. I was cold all over, and my eyes moistened immediately. Julian accepted the punishment for Bella. The game continued as usual. But I didn’t want to play anymore. Just wanted to escape this place quickly. The bullet comments were extremely looking forward to the next plot: [Friendly reminder, tonight baby will draw a card to get a room with a man.] [The male lead is a yandere jealousy king, extremely possessive. How can he tolerate baby getting a room with someone else? As long as she dares, tonight he will definitely bully her until her pupils lose focus.] Seeing this line of bullet comments, my nails dug into my palms, so uncomfortable that I almost couldn’t hold back tears. Sitting aside, Lucas gently patted my shoulder: “What’s wrong with you?” I shook my head and said: “I’m fine.” Lucas is my cousin who has always taken care of me. Neither of us publicly stated our relationship, so people present didn’t know Lucas was my relative. Just then, Lucas drew a Dare card, and his smile gradually disappeared. It read: [Take any girl on the field to open a hotel room, and send a screenshot of the room booking to the group chat.] This card was too big a play. Everyone immediately laughed, enjoying the drama. The bullet comments excitedly reminded: [Attention everyone! After this round, next round the female lead will draw a card to get a room with a boy!] [Because the male lead refused to kiss her, the female lead angrily asked another man to get a room with her. The male lead couldn’t stand it and dragged her hand directly to open a room at a hotel outside.] [Asking another man? That’s bad. The male lead is a hidden yandere. When he gets jealous, it’s deadly. Tonight he must check her ‘education’ (slang for sex) hard in the hotel!] [Hahaha, the male lead dumps the supporting female lead to take baby female lead to get a room. The supporting female lead being left here alone is too embarrassing.] Lucas felt this Dare was a bit too much and planned to drink a glass of wine directly as punishment. But I suddenly grabbed his wrist: “Did you forget? You just had a stomach problem last time, you can’t drink. “I’ll go get a room with you.” He was stunned: “What did you say?” Before he could refuse, I had already pulled him up. Lucas has always spoiled me. Although he didn’t figure out the situation, he still cooperated and stood up, walking out with me. Under the gaze of everyone, I pulled another man to get a room, leaving my boyfriend here alone. Seeing this, Julian’s pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly got up and chased out. “Chloe!” But Bella stopped him first, blocking him, eyes red: “Senior, don’t go. I only know you here. If you go, I, a girl, will be scared. “The game isn’t over yet. Don’t worry about others, okay?” My heart ached. I dragged Lucas out, not looking at Julian once until the exit. The bullet comments started cursing: [What’s wrong with the supporting female lead? Shouldn’t she be jealous, then bully the female lead to make the male lead’s heart ache? Why did she go get a room with someone else!] [If she gets a room with someone else, who will push the relationship line between the male and female leads?] [What the hell, the male lead actually pushed the female lead away and chased out!] [Don’t panic. Daring to push the female lead today, he will have his chasing wife crematorium in the future.] [Still don’t understand? The male lead must be angry because baby female lead accepted someone else’s love letter last time, deliberately chasing out to make baby jealous.] [I remember, yesterday after baby accepted someone else’s love letter, the male lead immediately ‘opened meat’ (had sex) with the supporting female lead. Isn’t this deliberately making the female lead jealous!] [Just right to practice with the supporting female lead, practice the skills well, so as not to hurt the female lead’s first time.] My heart sank. As the bullet comments said, Julian really pushed Bella away and chased out. I quickly got into Lucas’s car and urged him to leave quickly. Lucas listened to me very much, directly started the car, and drove away before Julian caught up. 2 In the car, I sent a message to Julian on my phone: [Let’s break up.] Then, blocked all his contact information. After doing all this, I felt drained of all strength. Lucas asked me: “What’s wrong? Isn’t your relationship always very good?” I held back the urge to cry, didn’t know how to explain, just smiled bitterly: “Nothing, just suddenly don’t like him anymore.” “Why, just because of this game?” “Yeah, just because of this game.” Lucas was stunned and persuaded me: “Are you willing? Didn’t you chase him for two years? Just let it go like that?” I gripped the phone tightly. Yeah, that’s Julian, the person I spent two years to sleep with. He is the academic god of the Mathematics Department at Tsinghua University. A random photo of him taken by a passerby posted online can break 100 million views. He is the campus beau. Also the sole heir of the Jiang Group, with unlimited future. Yet in matters of passion, he is restrained and polite. We just rolled together for the first time last night. While kissing him, I took the opportunity to touch his abs. And specifically picked sensitive places, forcing him to let out nice-sounding muffled groans. He clearly had taken off his clothes, propping himself over me, eyes red at the corners, politely and restrainedly asked me: “Chloe, I want you, may I?” I endured uncomfortably: “Clothes are off, don’t ask about this kind of thing, just do it.” My tears fell. So, he tasted the forbidden fruit with me out of spite because the female lead received a love letter? Just to make her jealous? And practice on me by the way? I pieced together this story from the bullet comments. I am the vicious supporting female lead in a sweet pampering novel. Bella is the female lead of the sweet pampering novel. She saved Julian’s father. Julian’s father had a sudden heart attack. Bella performed CPR in time and helped send him to the hospital. Knowing the two were schoolmates, Julian’s father asked Julian to take care of her. According to the plot, under my constant courting of death (making trouble), Julian felt more and more distressed for Bella, holding her as the apple of his eye. The more I acted up, the further I pushed him away. After graduation, I became more and more frenzied. Even took advantage of Julian working overtime, wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath to hide at the entrance of his company to seduce him. But was discovered by the security guard uncle on duty, dragged into the grass and violated. He and Bella happened to see this scene while walking. He covered her eyes, gently told her not to look, saying it was dirty. That night, I couldn’t bear the humiliation and jumped into the river to commit suicide. My parents died in a car accident because they couldn’t bear the huge psychological pressure. I could never imagine that I would go to this extent for Julian. This is not like me at all. I don’t want to ruin my life for him. While I don’t love him that much yet, better to let go early. Before he proposes breaking up, I propose breaking up first, cutting ties with him completely. 3 Of course, Lucas and I didn’t go to get a room. But according to the rules of Truth or Dare, we still Photoshopped a screenshot of room booking and sent it to the group, then obediently returned to the dorm. Pushed open the dorm door. Roommate saw me, eyes wide: “What’s wrong Chloe, what happened, why is your makeup ruined from crying?” I froze, realizing I had cried. I was raised like a boy by my family since young, didn’t really know how to dress up. To give Julian face tonight, I happily put on full makeup, and asked my roommate who is good at dressing up to help me match clothes. Before the gathering, I looked in the mirror, knowing for the first time I could be so pretty. But now. Makeup ruined from crying. I also broke up with Julian. I said dully: “Nothing, just broke up.” My roommate saw I was in a bad mood and didn’t ask more: “No matter the reason, you are so good, him breaking up with you is his loss. “By the way Chloe, are you hungry? I happen to be going to the cafeteria, just right to bring you dinner.” I nodded gratefully. After the roommate left, I lowered my head and deleted the sex toys I ordered last night one by one. Last night tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, knew the taste, wanted to try many gameplays with Julian. I even held the app and asked him: “What toys do you like to use with me? Rabbit tail, handcuffs, body chains, pick whatever.” His ears were completely red, cool voice containing a bit of huskiness: “Don’t rush. If you like, we can try them one by one slowly.” Now, probably no need to try anymore. My phone received a call from a strange number. After I hung up, the phone rang again. I clicked answer, an anxious voice came from the other side: “Chloe, where are you?” It was Julian. I wiped my tears, voice cold: “Didn’t you see the room booking record in the group?” Julian breathed rapidly, as if running: “Chloe, don’t be impulsive, I’m coming to find you right now.” I smiled mockingly: “What are you coming for, to deliver condoms?” The voice on the other side stopped abruptly. Maybe the bullet comments aroused my rebellious psychology. Using me for practice, right? Using me to make the female lead jealous, right? I spoke indiscriminately: “Julian, actually I didn’t like you that much. Chasing you was just to sleep with you. Now that I’ve slept with you, it feels just like that. “Actually your skills are quite bad. I didn’t feel good at all last night. I’m going to change to someone else now. Those little toys, won’t try with you anymore.” Finished speaking, I hung up the phone. I lay on the bed, lifting my arm to block my wet eyes. We. Completely ended. 4 Early the next morning, I saw Julian in the elective class. Before, to chase him, I deliberately signed up for the same elective class as him, just to see him a few more times in class. Didn’t expect to shoot myself in the foot now. Although dating him before, I had no real sense of his family background. But after breaking up, I realized with hindsight that Julian was someone even the principal dared not offend. Thinking of me complaining about his bad skills yesterday, I was very worried he would retaliate against me. I arrived at the classroom just before class started, sneaking to sit with friends in the back row, acting very stealthy. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, I quickly packed my things, fleeing in panic to hide far away, just wanting to be as far from Julian as possible. Who could have thought, just dodged Julian here, and over there got entangled by Lucas because of the mixer event before. At this moment, Lucas pulled me to the corner, crying to me: “Chloe, I went to the mixer to find a girlfriend. Now to act with you, they are all saying you are my girlfriend. “I became a savage who can’t find a girlfriend. You have to compensate me.” Hearing him say this, a trace of guilt rose in my heart: “Say it, how to compensate you.” Lucas smiled and said: “Buy me a pair of basketball shoes. I have a basketball game next week, urgently need a pair of good shoes.” I widened my eyes, couldn’t help complaining: “You really open your mouth like a lion.” “Just say yes or no?” “Fine.” Basketball game, there is indeed such a game next Saturday. But I remember, Julian will also participate in this game. The two are competitors. I used to worry about whether to cheer for my boyfriend or my cousin. I even originally planned to buy a pair of basketball shoes to give Julian for the game. But now we broke up. Unexpectedly, going around in circles, it changed to me buying shoes for Lucas. Wednesday afternoon no class, I went to the mall near the school to pick shoes, taking pictures of the shelves, messaging Lucas asking what kind he liked. Just then, suddenly bumped into familiar figures. It was Bella and her best friend Lily. Bella held a cup of coffee, seemed to have discovered my existence too, glancing at me from time to time. Every time touching me, panicked and moved away, followed by a burst of suppressed laughter. Lily deliberately mentioned: “Bella, why are you browsing the men’s basketball shoes section?” Bella blushed: “On the day of the mixer, I drew the Dare to get a room with the opposite sex. He bailed me out, of course I have to thank him. “This game, I want to give him a pair of shoes to thank him.” The bullet comments were a bit confused: [But didn’t the male lead chase the supporting female lead that day? Didn’t bail the female lead out at all.] [Don’t mention it. I get angry mentioning this. How can this supporting female lead be so trouble-making, directly making my sweet plot of male and female leads gone. Deserves to be violated by that bald uncle in the future.] Lily looked at the pair of shoes Bella chose, a bit worried: “These shoes are very expensive, do you have enough living expenses?” Bella blushed: “It’s okay, I have a living expense card, given to me by Julian’s father. He seems to like me interacting with Julian very much.” When saying this, she looked at me intentionally or unintentionally. I ignored her, taking the shoes straight to the checkout counter to pay. Just about to pay, Bella suddenly cut in line blocking in front of me, saying: “Checkout.” She flipped her hair, elegantly took out that card from her bag and gave it to the cashier. Lily asked her curiously: “How much money is in here?” Bella smiled shyly: “Ten times more than the living expenses of ordinary college students.” Lily showed envy: “The Jiang family spoils you too much, probably treating you as Julian’s fiancée.” But at this moment, the cashier suddenly looked troubled. “Miss, this card of yours has been frozen. Did you make a mistake?” Bella’s face changed immediately. “Impossible, absolutely this card. “Hurry up and checkout, or I’ll complain about you!” The cashier also frowned: “Miss, this card of yours has indeed been frozen and cannot be used. In this case, let the customer behind pay first.” I walked up, quickly paid for what I bought. Bella froze for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of hostility. Gritting her teeth, ruthlessly took out her own money to buy the shoes. Coming out of the mall, she grabbed my hand: “Chloe Song (Original text uses Song Qinghuan, adapting to Chloe Song or keeping Chloe Vance if consistency needed. Let’s stick to Chloe), who are these shoes for? Not for Julian, right?” A wave of disgust surged in my heart. I pulled my hand back hard, coldly saying: “Who I buy for, what does it have to do with you.” The smile on Bella’s face disappeared instantly, replaced by a face of arrogance and warning: “I warn you, don’t pester Julian anymore.” As soon as the words fell, she suddenly raised her hand and poured the still hot coffee in her hand straight onto my newly bought shoes. The dark brown liquid spread wantonly, quickly soaking the white shoe upper. The originally brand new shoes instantly became miserable. Then, Bella opened her mouth in feigned surprise: “Sorry, hand slipped didn’t hold steady, didn’t mean to. “But anyway you broke up with Julian, don’t send shoes to be annoying. He will definitely dislike them being dirty and won’t accept them. I’m helping you lest you lose face then.” Finished speaking, she proudly pulled Lily preparing to leave. Anger “whoosh” shot up to my heart. I couldn’t suppress it anymore, grabbed her wrist hard, word by word: “A-pol-o-gize-to-me.” She was hurt by me, eye rims instantly red: “Why should I apologize, I wasn’t intentional.” I didn’t want to talk nonsense with her, directly grabbed the remaining half cup of coffee in her hand, pouring it all on her newly bought shoes. Bella screamed: “Chloe, you are too much!” Her voice was too loud, instantly attracting the attention of passersby. She red-eyed, as if suffering a huge grievance, pointing at me starting to accuse loudly: “You already got a room with another man, stop maintaining connection with Julian okay? “Julian likes me, can’t you see? You still buy him shoes, aren’t you disgusting?” She accused me tearfully. Passersby cast condemning looks at me, pointing fingers. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce stopped. The back seat door was respectfully opened by the driver. A young man in a black trench coat stepped down, radiating an innate nobility. The young man had superior bone structure, a pair of cold phoenix eyes with faint alienation. Even more handsome than the current top traffic stars. I opened my eyes slightly. It was Julian.

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I transmigrated into the role of the vicious villainess, while my entire family gained the ability to hear the protagonist’s inner thoughts. According to the script, I was supposed to deliberately trip while walking upstairs with my sister, then accuse her of pushing me. Sure enough, as I followed Sarah up the stairs, my body moved against my will. I stumbled and tumbled down the steps. My parents and brother watched with bated breath, waiting to see if I would say exactly what my sister’s inner voice had predicted. Instead, I simply stood up, dusted myself off, and said calmly: “Sorry about that. I skipped breakfast, must be low blood sugar.” Chapter 1 I transmigrated into a novel as Chloe, the adopted daughter of the wealthy Blackwell family. Because I have rare Rh-null blood—”Golden Blood”—I was kept in the family primarily to serve as a mobile blood bank for my older brother, Ethan. Not long ago, the protagonist of this world, the true daughter of the Blackwells, Sarah, was found and brought home. Except for me, the designated villainess, everyone in the family can hear Sarah’s inner thoughts. According to the plot, I am supposed to repeatedly frame her and bully her in front of our parents, trying to make them hate her. However, relying on her “God’s eye view” provided by the plot, Sarah predicts my actions and words every time, causing the Blackwells to completely lose trust in me. On Sarah’s first day home, Mom asked me to show her the room prepared upstairs. I recalled the plot. Right now, the family should be hearing Sarah’s internal monologue and waiting to see if reality aligns with her thoughts. I wanted to break the script, but my body betrayed me. I was forced to hurl myself down the stairs. The moment I rolled onto the floor landing, I saw the disappointment in the eyes of my parents and Ethan. They were waiting for my accusation. No one moved to help me. I could only clutch my waist, stand up on my own, and say awkwardly: “Sorry, skipped breakfast. Just a bit of low blood sugar.” Sarah looked at me in shock. “Weren’t you going to say I pushed you? That you didn’t know why I did it, but begged Mom and Dad not to be angry at me?” My parents and Ethan looked at me with scrutiny. I leaned against the wall, feigning weakness, and retorted, “Do you have a persecution complex? I told you, I have low blood sugar.” Then, I looked at Ethan with puppy-dog eyes. “Sorry, Ethan. I’ll take better care of my health so I’m ready if you need me.” Hearing this, Ethan and my parents immediately softened and rushed over to support me. Chapter 2 Eighteen years ago, their daughter Sarah was kidnapped. The couple was devastated. To alleviate their grief, they adopted me from the orphanage because I shared the same rare blood type. For eighteen years, they raised me with care, like their own. But it was transactional. I was groomed to serve Blackwell Enterprises and to bleed for Ethan. Ethan is a professional race car driver. Every time he crashes—which is often—I am the one on the operating table next to him. Because of this, he treats me like a real sister. Mom took my hand gently. “Chloe, your health really isn’t great. From now on, take the large master suite on the first floor. No stairs.” In the original plot, Sarah had just returned, and the house wasn’t ready. The original Chloe, trying to act magnanimous, offered her room to Sarah and insisted on sleeping in the utility room to play the victim. Before I could speak, Sarah’s inner voice started ranting: She’s definitely going to refuse. She’ll say she’s an outsider and insist on living in the utility closet to make us feel guilty. Hearing this, the family looked at me awkwardly. I immediately hugged Mom, beaming. “Mom, you’re the best! I love you! I’ll take the downstairs room. It’s easier to get around, and I’ll be closer to Ethan in case he needs anything.” My parents and Ethan all lived on the first floor. Now, I was joining them, leaving Sarah alone upstairs. She looked at me like I was an alien. I wasn’t following the script. She grabbed my arm. “Weren’t you going to refuse? Weren’t you going to demand the utility room? Why did you change your mind?” She couldn’t understand why I wasn’t reciting my lines. I had realized a loophole. When a key plot point triggers, my actions are controlled, but my speech is entirely my own. “Which ear heard me say I wanted a utility room? Why would I sleep in a closet when there’s a perfectly good suite available?” Everyone looked at Sarah strangely. Unable to handle the pressure, she shoved me. Chapter 3 “No! You aren’t even a Blackwell! Why do you get to live my life for eighteen years and then take the biggest room when I return? You’re humiliating me! Why did you even bring me back?” She screamed at everyone, venting years of grievance. But her kidnapping had nothing to do with me. I was adopted later. Ethan helped me up, glaring at Sarah. “Don’t push your luck. You shove people whenever you lose your temper. Where are your manners? I bet you pushed Chloe down the stairs earlier, too!” Sarah, having grown up rough, cursed back at Ethan. My father, headache throbbing, slammed his hand on the table. “Enough!” “Chloe needs to recover, she stays downstairs. Sarah, the entire second floor is yours. Renovate it however you want. Is that fair?” Ethan scoffed. Mom wiped her tears. Sarah, realizing she got an entire floor—triple the size of my room—fell silent. Soon, renovations began. My room just needed furniture moved, but Sarah’s second floor was a massive project. Walk-in closet, gaming room, private study, ensuite bath. The noise was unbearable for half a month. With the room settled, Mom gave Sarah a black card for her allowance. “Sarah, Chloe and Ethan get an allowance of $250,000 a year. To make up for the eighteen years we missed, there is $5 million on this card. Spend it however you like.” Sarah rejected the card coldly. “Lost family time can’t be bought with money. I don’t want it.” Ethan, scrolling on his phone, sneered. “Stop acting high and mighty. If she doesn’t want it, give it to Chloe.” Triggered, Sarah’s inner voice flared up: Give it to her. Go ahead. You think Chloe is a good person? Soon, she’s going to sabotage Ethan’s car before the championship. When he crashes and is dying, she’ll use the ‘blood donation’ act to secure your trust forever. Once she gets the inheritance, she’ll kick you all to the curb to beg on the streets. Hearing this, Ethan hesitated. My parents looked at me with sudden suspicion. Chapter 4 I calmly took out my own debit card—the one Mom gave me previously—and handed it to Sarah. “You said I took your place for eighteen years. You won’t take Mom and Dad’s money, but will you take mine? It’s technically yours anyway.” Sarah glared at me and snatched the card. “It is mine. You should have returned it long ago.” Seeing this, the suspicion in my parents’ eyes faded. Ethan, realizing he almost fell for the inner voice’s paranoia, felt guilty. He pulled out his own black card. “Chloe, don’t worry about her. If you need money, use mine. We can share.” I smiled and accepted it. Why did the original Chloe want to harm a brother who was so biased toward her? Being a wealthy salted fish (slacker) is the dream. Why stir up trouble? Later, Mom took Sarah and me to the luxury mall. According to the plot, I was supposed to act helpful, picking out clothes for Sarah, only to plant a stolen item in her bag to frame her as we left. The plot triggered. My body moved on its own. I slipped an expensive watch into Sarah’s bag. I wanted to take it to the counter to pay, but my muscles were frozen. I couldn’t move toward the register. Sarah noticed my odd behavior and thought: Chloe looks down on me for growing up poor. She’s planting stolen goods to frame me as a thief. Mom noticed my weird expression and got suspicious. Sarah suddenly grabbed her bag. “Let’s go!” She dragged Mom and me toward the exit. The anti-theft sensors screamed. Mom looked at me in disbelief. The store clerks blocked us. “Please wait. Is there unpaid merchandise in your bags?” I was sweating bullets, heart pounding. Sarah looked at me triumphantly. “I don’t know. Why don’t you check our bags?” They checked hers first. Sure enough, they found the expensive watch in a hidden pocket. Mom looked shocked. Her hand trembled as she pointed at the watch. “That watch isn’t…” The clerk interrupted her coldly. Chapter 5 “Apologies, this watch isn’t from our store. Here.” The clerk handed it back. Sarah’s eyes bulged. Wasn’t this the stolen item? Then they checked my bag. They found a diamond brooch. It turned out I was the thief. The clerk looked stern. “Miss, this is theft. We can call the police.” I lowered my head in shame. Mom stepped in to save me. “I’m sorry, she hasn’t been feeling well lately. She must have forgotten. We can afford anything here; she has no reason to steal.” We were VIPs here. The staff knew the Blackwells wouldn’t steal a measly brooch. “Of course, Miss Chloe must have been distracted. I’ll ring it up now,” the clerk said, smoothing things over. Just as it was resolving, Sarah blocked the clerk. “She stole it on purpose! She wanted to plant it on me but got confused and left it in her own bag! Don’t let her fool you!” The clerk looked awkwardly at Mom. Mom pulled Sarah back. “Stop it, Sarah.” Sarah wouldn’t let go. She pulled the watch (with the tag still on) from her bag. “Look! She must have stolen this from another store and put it in my bag!” The onlookers began to whisper. Two wealthy daughters stealing? Scandalous. Mom snapped. “Enough!” I started crying. “I’m sorry, Mom. I stole the brooch. I didn’t have money, I just wanted to give Sarah a gift.” Sarah and Mom remembered I had given Sarah my card that morning. I was broke. Sarah scoffed. “Nice try, Chloe. If the brooch was a gift, what about the watch? Were you trying to frame me with that?” Mom finally lost it and slapped the screaming Sarah. “Shut up! That watch was the birthday gift we gave Chloe last year! She never wore it because it was too precious. She put it in your bag because she wanted to give it to you! How can you think so vilely of your sister?” Sarah looked at me, stunned. She threw the watch on the floor and ran away crying. Actually, I had brought the watch from home. I knew my body would force me to “steal,” so I prepared a backup plan. If I had to be a thief, I’d rather take the blame myself than let the plot ruin me completely. Back home, Mom and Ethan didn’t blame me. They felt guilty. They secretly gave me the $5 million card Sarah had rejected earlier. “Chloe, never steal again. Use this.” I accepted it happily. $5 million! I’m rich!

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My roommate, Ashley, was a literalist. She had to get to the bottom of everything, no matter how inappropriate the timing. One night, while I was deep in sleep, she stood by my bed and whispered my name, asking, “Are you asleep?” I woke up groggy and annoyed, glaring at her. She just smiled and said, “See? You weren’t sleeping. Otherwise, how could you answer me?” Once, I noticed she wasn’t in class, so I kindly signed her in on the app. But right before the class ended, she burst in, holding her phone up to the professor. “Professor, I wasn’t even here! Why does the app say I signed in? Is your system broken?” The professor traced the IP address back to me. I got an ‘F’ for academic dishonesty and had to retake the course. Later, during the biggest speech competition of the year, Ashley stood up in front of the entire auditorium and asked why my speech was exactly the same as the thoughts in her head. I was disqualified, lost my scholarship, and was branded a plagiarist. Unable to handle the depression and the ruin of my reputation, I climbed to the roof of the library in the middle of the night. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my dorm room. Back to the night Ashley asked me if I was asleep. 1 “Harper, are you asleep?” Hearing Ashley’s punchable voice, I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or awake. My hand fumbled under the pillow until I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up, and the date confirmed it. I was reborn. Outside my bed curtains, Ashley didn’t give up. She kept calling my name. I immediately turned off my phone, shoved in my earplugs, and squeezed my eyes shut. Predictably, when I didn’t respond, she ripped my curtains open. It was past 1 AM, but our other roommate, Chloe, was still gaming. The glare from Chloe’s monitor hit my eyelids, accompanied by the frantic clicking of a mechanical keyboard. With the curtain open, Ashley leaned in. “Harper? Harper? Are you asleep?” Her voice got louder. Any living person would have woken up by now, but I kept my eyes shut tight. I knew I couldn’t wake up. If I did, she won. In my past life, Ashley loved these obedience tests. If I opened my eyes and asked what she wanted, she’d just say, “Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were sleeping.” I’d be too angry to go back to sleep, while she’d climb into bed, satisfied. Her bizarre behavior wasn’t limited to this. Freshman year, she introduced herself as a “small-town girl” who didn’t understand big city life, claiming she’d need to ask us for help constantly. She was like a newborn baby, her brain smooth as a marble. In college, professors posted everything on the student portal or the group chat. If you read the syllabus, you knew what to do. But she always asked us. “Harper, how do I submit this assignment? I don’t get it.” I’d tell her to check the group chat. She wouldn’t look. “But what format? Word or PDF?” “Either is fine. Just check the syllabus.” She would filter out my words and continue whining. “Harper, why won’t it upload? Come help me.” I’d tell her to read the instructions again. She’d finally listen, only to say, “Where are the instructions? How do I open them? I don’t know how.” I almost died of frustration back then. Since then, I’d kept my guard up. But idiots like her always find a way to blindside you. 2 One morning, a roommate slept in and asked me to sign her in. When I got to class, I realized I was the only one from our dorm who showed up. It was a lecture hall class, and the professor rarely checked faces, so I signed all four of us in on the app. Just as I was feeling good about being a supportive roommate, Ashley burst through the main doors. She marched right up to the lecturer at the podium, phone in hand. “Professor, why does the app say I’m here when I wasn’t? Is your system glitched?” The entire hall stared at her. I broke out in a cold sweat. The professor looked at her, face stony. “You know exactly how you got signed in.” “I really don’t! That’s why I’m asking. Your system must be broken. I didn’t tap anything, but it says ‘Present’.” Ashley looked innocent. The professor laughed in disbelief and quickly traced it back to my account. Because I signed in for three people, I received an automatic failure for the course and had to pay to retake it next semester. The other roommates lost participation points. I was livid. I asked Ashley through gritted teeth why she had to cause trouble. She looked aggrieved. “How was I supposed to know you could sign in for others? Who asked you to be a busybody?” I swore never to help her again and kept my distance. I thought avoiding her would be enough, but I underestimated her insanity. The university held an English speech contest. First place came with a cash prize and a scholarship boost. I signed up, researched, and practiced for weeks. On the day of the finals, as I was delivering my speech with confidence, Ashley stood up in the audience. She interrupted me, asking loudly why my speech content was exactly identical to her thoughts. The auditorium went into an uproar. My speech was cut short. Everyone looked at me with disgust. Later, I confronted her. She hadn’t even entered the competition. How could our ideas be the same? She pointed to her head. “Isn’t it magical? I dreamt about it a few days ago. It was exactly what you said. I was so scared.” Hearing that, I couldn’t breathe. I nearly fainted. My scholarship was gone. Rumors that I was a plagiarist spread like wildfire. My depression spiraled, and eventually, I climbed that roof. Maybe God couldn’t stand it anymore. He gave me a second chance. This time, I wouldn’t let Ashley ruin me. She was going to pay. Ashley called my name a dozen times. I didn’t move. Finally, Chloe, the gamer roommate, snapped. She ripped off her headset. “Harper, Harper! Are you calling hogs? It’s the middle of the night! I can’t even hear footsteps in my game!” Chloe had a rich family and a fiery temper. Ashley was terrified of her, which was why she always targeted me—the soft persimmon. 3 Intimidated by Chloe, Ashley lowered her voice but didn’t stop. “I just wanted to wake her up to ask if she was sleeping.” “Are you an NPC?” Chloe scoffed. “If she’s asleep, why wake her up to ask if she’s asleep? Do you hear yourself? Why don’t you peel her eyelids open to check?” I almost laughed out loud, but the urge vanished quickly. Chloe’s sarcasm gave Ashley an idea. I felt the ladder shake. She was climbing up to my bunk to check. She was determined to wake me up. I clenched my fists under the blanket. As soon as she reached the top and stuck her upper body through my curtains, I swung my fist straight out, screaming, “Die, monster!” Bam. My fist connected solidly with Ashley’s nose. She shrieked in pain, instinctively covering her face with both hands. She lost her balance and fell backward off the ladder. Thud. Even through my earplugs, the impact was loud. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be deep in a nightmare. Ashley hit the floor hard. She stopped pretending. She rushed back to my bed, shaking the frame. “Harper! Why did you hit me?!” I had to wake up now. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, acting groggy. “Huh? Hit you? When did I hit you?” Ashley was clutching her nose, tears streaming. “You just punched me in the face! It hurts! Don’t try to deny it!” I looked confused. “I was sleeping. How could I hit you? And… it’s the middle of the night. Why were you in my bed? Were you trying to…” I let the sentence hang. Ashley panicked. “Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! You ungrateful witch, you hit me!” I nodded slowly. “Then you better not wake me up next time. I have terrible night terrors. This time it was a punch; next time, who knows what I might do?” “But since I’m a nice person, I’ll forgive you for waking me up this time.” I flopped back onto my pillow. Ashley sat on the floor, stunned into silence. Terrified of getting punched again, she sulked back to her own bed. That punch bought me a few days of peace. But I knew she wouldn’t stop. As long as we lived together, my life would be miserable. I went to the Academic Advisor’s office the next day to request a room transfer. I thought her behavior would be enough grounds, but I miscalculated. “Transfer dorms?” Mr. Henderson, our advisor, leaned back in his chair. “That won’t do. Personalities clash; that’s life. You need to learn to adapt. Ashley hasn’t done anything serious. You’re all classmates. Just communicate.” “Besides, the dorms are full. Where would you go? Be mature. Look at my son—he’s studying in the UK, living with foreigners. He complained at first, but now he’s adapted perfectly. If he can do it, why can’t you?” I rolled my eyes internally. Mr. Henderson loved bragging about his PhD wife and his study-abroad son. It was his way of saying, “I’m better than you, so listen to me.” Realizing the transfer was a dead end, I left the office. 4 A few nights later, the Class Monitor came to our dorm with a stack of papers. “Mental health survey time,” she said. “Mr. Henderson said to just check ‘No’ on everything. You know the drill. It’s just a formality.” We were used to this. It was bureaucratic paperwork. Ashley stared at the paper. “Why check ‘No’? Can’t we check ‘Yes’?” “Checking ‘No’ is faster,” the Monitor explained. “If you check ‘Yes,’ they have to interview you. And if you actually have issues, the school might force you to take a leave of absence. Someone in the Engineering department got sent home for severe depression last year.” Ashley nodded thoughtfully. After the Monitor left, I looked at Ashley and casually said, “It’s not that serious. That’s an exaggeration. If someone has a mental illness, the school has to take responsibility. That’s what the counseling center is for.” Ashley picked up her pen. I finished mine in ten seconds. She was still pondering the third question. The next day, the forms were submitted. A few days later, during a lecture, Mr. Henderson knocked on the classroom door, apologized to the professor, and called Ashley out. Sensing drama, I slipped out the back door to eavesdrop. In an empty classroom down the hall, Henderson threw the survey at Ashley. “Who told you to fill this out randomly?! Didn’t the Monitor tell you to check ‘No’ for everything?” Ashley blinked her innocent, wide eyes. “Why do we have to check ‘No’? Can’t we fill it out according to how we feel?” Henderson looked like he might have a stroke. He couldn’t admit he just wanted to avoid paperwork. “I told you to check ‘No,’ so just listen! Why so many questions?” Ashley, oblivious to his rage, continued, “But some of these apply to me. If I check ‘No,’ isn’t that lying? The form says to be truthful.” Henderson had initially worried she might be suicidal—which would ruin his career. Now he realized she wasn’t mentally ill; she was just an idiot. “Forget it. Here’s a blank one. Fill it out again, check ‘No’ on everything, and bring it to my office after class.” Ashley took the paper. “Oh.” Henderson thought he was safe. He was wrong. After class, Ashley went to the office. Coincidentally, the Dean of the College was there, inspecting student welfare records. “Don’t worry, Dean,” Henderson was saying smoothly. “We take mental health very seriously here.” He signaled Ashley to leave the paper and get out. She didn’t get the hint. She turned to the Dean. “Dean, why do we have to check ‘No’ on every question? Is that a school rule?”

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Chapter 1 We held our wedding ceremony three years ago, yet my pilot wife has canceled our appointment to get our marriage license eighteen times. The first time, her male trainee had a test flight, and I waited on the steps of City Hall for an entire day. The second time, she received a call from him halfway there, made a sudden U-turn, and dropped me off on the side of the highway. After that, whenever we scheduled an appointment, her trainee would inevitably have some sort of emergency. Eventually, I decided to leave her. But the moment I boarded the plane to Paris, she chased after me like she had lost her mind. We’ve been “married” for three years, but Chloe never made it legal. Today marked her 1,000th successful flight—a huge milestone—and it was also the seventeenth date she had promised we’d finally go to City Hall. But at her celebration dinner, while I was being pressured into drink after drink by her superiors, she was busy laughing and whispering with Ryan, her male First Officer and mentee. I nursed a high fever, drinking until I was nearly unconscious, yet she didn’t spare me a single glance. Many of my colleagues sighed, looking at me with pity. Everyone could see who I was destroying my health for. When the party ended, Chloe, who was supposed to head to the courthouse with me, bailed once again. She pulled her car up to the curb and stopped me just as I reached for the door handle. “Ryan drank too much covering for me earlier. I need to drive him home. You take an Uber.” Her voice was clipped, professional. “We probably won’t make it to the Clerk’s Office this afternoon. Let’s reschedule.” Without waiting for a reaction, she rushed out of the driver’s seat to gingerly help Ryan into the passenger side—my seat. Eight years of dating, three years of marriage, and this was the seventeenth time Chloe had pushed me aside for Ryan. In the past, I would have exploded. I would have screamed, demanded to know who her husband actually was, and pointed out that I was the one blocking drinks for her all night. But this time, I just smiled faintly. “Okay. Drive safe.” Chloe paused, clearly surprised by my calmness. But her indifference returned a second later. “I’ll buy you a gift to make up for it when I get back tonight.” She drove off. Before speeding away, I saw her lean over to roll up the window for Ryan, afraid the drunk kid would catch a chill. The old Chloe never allowed the smell of alcohol in her car. Even in the dead of winter, she’d blast the AC if I had been drinking. I realized then that her rules only applied to me. The Los Angeles midday sun was scorching, but my heart felt like ice. I took a deep breath and put my birth certificate and documents back into my bag. It was time to let go of these eight years. Chapter 2 That afternoon, I went straight to the company HQ and handed in my resignation letter. “Does Chloe know you’re quitting?” My manager was shocked. I had been the airline’s Gold Tier Purser for seven consecutive years. I had a bright future here. I forced a bitter smile. “I’ll tell her tonight. Not that she’ll care.” “It’s a shame,” the manager sighed. “You two flew new routes together, won awards together… Three years ago, even the CEO attended your wedding. Everyone envied you two. But…” He trailed off, shaking his head. Yes, those were beautiful memories. But memories are just ghosts of the past. We could never go back. It was past 10 PM when I got home. The house was cold and empty. My phone buzzed. A notification from Instagram popped up. Ryan had tagged me in a post. The photo showed the dashboard of Chloe’s car. The caption read: “Thanks to my beautiful mentor for staying by my side all afternoon. As a thank you, I’m taking her to the Coldplay concert tomorrow! Can’t wait.” I knew then that Chloe, who said she’d be back tonight, wasn’t coming home. This scenario had played out too many times over the last three years. I made a cup of instant noodles and opened my email. Offers from airlines in over ten countries sat in my inbox. I moved the mouse and clicked on the offer from Air France without hesitation. I booked a flight to Paris for two days later. Five years ago, Chloe encountered the biggest scare of her career during a flight to Paris. Since then, the city became a taboo subject. She refused to fly there, and out of solidarity, neither did I. Going to Paris meant one thing: Chloe and I would likely never see each other again. Chapter 3 The next morning, I woke up and started packing. I was halfway through when Chloe came home, looking exhausted. She brought with her the overwhelming scent of men’s cologne. I paused, the smell stinging my nose. Chloe had sensitive skin and hated strong fragrances. For years, she scolded me if my shampoo was too scented. I stopped using cologne entirely for her. Now I realized she didn’t hate fragrances; she just didn’t like them on me. She saw the suitcases and froze. “Ryan was hungover badly last night. I got a hotel room nearby so I wouldn’t disturb you.” I looked up, surprised. It was the first time in three years she had bothered to explain herself. I nodded silently. She walked over, glancing at the luggage. “Packing for a trip? You have a flight?” “Something like that.” She seemed to relax visibly. “I have errands today. I just came back to grab something, then I’m heading out. Don’t wait up for lunch.” “Okay.” I didn’t look up, continuing to fold my clothes. I had planned to tell her about my resignation over lunch, to formally end our eight years. Now, it seemed, I wouldn’t get the chance. Chloe grabbed a red gift bag, took her coat from the rack, and hurried out. Crash! The vibration of the slamming door caused a picture frame, which had hung there for eight years, to fall and shatter. I looked at the debris. It was a photo of us at our first concert, hands clasped, smiling radiantly. That day, she promised she’d go to a concert with me every year, no matter how busy she was. But ever since Ryan became her trainee, she had forgotten everything. In the empty room, the clock ticked loudly. After a long silence, I swept up the glass shards. I took the photo—and the last of my lingering affection—and threw it into the trash. Chapter 4 By evening, I was lying in bed, exhausted, when my best friend, Mike, called. “What is wrong with Chloe? This is too much. Have you seen her story? She’s practically flaunting that pretty boy Ryan.” “You guys aren’t even divorced yet. How can she do this?” I opened my phone. At the top of my feed was Ryan’s new post. In the photo, Ryan was wearing a Patek Philippe watch, holding the red gift bag Chloe had retrieved earlier. So, she came home just to get his concert gift. The caption read: “Three years of knowing you. So lucky to have you, Chloe. Happy 3rd Anniversary!” It hit me then. Three years? Right. Today was technically my and Chloe’s third wedding anniversary. We had never celebrated it, so even I had forgotten. I exhaled slowly. “She doesn’t need a divorce, Mike. We never legally married.” “What?” Mike screamed. “You’ve been ‘married’ for three years and she still hasn’t signed the papers?” His shock was deafening. Yes. The wedding was three years ago. And she had unilaterally canceled our appointment seventeen times. Chapter 5 At 11 PM, Chloe unexpectedly came home. She took off her coat and went to hang it up, but froze when she saw the empty spot on the wall where our photo used to be. “Where’s our picture?” She walked into the bedroom, looking slightly panicked. “It fell and broke.” She glanced at the trash can, saw the glass, and relaxed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a shopping bag with a Gucci belt. “I didn’t have time to get your gift yesterday. Today is our third anniversary. Happy anniversary.” She tossed the belt onto the bed. I stared at it. Three years, and she actually remembered? Then I saw the receipt sticking out. Purchased thirty minutes ago. She had likely seen Ryan’s caption and panic-bought this on the way home. She didn’t know I already had two belts in this exact style hanging in the closet. I just looked at her. “By the way,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. “Could you… withdraw your name from the ‘Employee of the Year’ running? Ryan has been here for three years, and his biggest dream is to win it. You win every year. Can you let him have it this time?” I smiled internally. So the gift had a price tag. “Sure.” I nodded calmly. Not just this year. I wouldn’t be competing with him ever again. Because after tonight, I would be gone. “You… you agree?” She was surprised by my lack of resistance. She looked at me, guilt flickering in her eyes. “Ryan is my mentee,” she justified. “I should look out for him. And you’re basically his mentor too. It’s the right thing to do.” “Oh, right. I’m not flying tomorrow. Let’s go to City Hall at 10 AM and finally get the certificate.” I didn’t respond. She seemed to remember the luggage. “I forgot to ask, when is your flight tomorrow?” “3 PM.” I looked at her, ready to use this final moment to tell her the truth. But before I could speak, her phone rang. It was Ryan. His voice was weak; he had twisted his ankle and needed help. Chloe hung up, looking guilty. “Um… Ryan has a situation. He can’t handle it alone. I have to go.” She used a questioning tone, asking for permission. I swallowed my words, forced a smile, and nodded. “It’s fine. Go.” She looked relieved. She stood up immediately. “You have time before 3 PM. We’ll go to City Hall at 10 AM sharp tomorrow. Don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll be there.” I smiled bitterly. She never gave me the chance to say goodbye. The next morning. I took my luggage and went straight to the airport, skipping City Hall completely. I didn’t receive a single call from her asking where I was. It wasn’t until I was about to board that I got a text: “Sorry, Ryan is really in bad shape. I just took him to the hospital. I missed the appointment. When you get back from this trip, I’ll take you first thing.” My heart remained perfectly still. Predictably, the eighteenth time was also a cancellation. “No need, Chloe. I’ve resigned. I’m flying to Paris. After today, we won’t see each other again.” I sent the final message and prepared to turn off my phone. The next second, my phone exploded with vibrations. Chapter 6 The cabin announcement played, instructing passengers to turn off electronic devices. I ignored the vibrations, deleted Chloe’s contact information, and powered down the phone. From this moment on, Chloe and I were strangers. In the hospital. Chloe stared at her phone, going mad as her replies returned with a red exclamation mark: Message Not Delivered. She dialed my number repeatedly. “The subscriber you are calling is powered off.” She pressed the screen harder, as if brute force could connect the call. “Impossible… impossible,” she muttered. “We were fine yesterday. I told him we’d get the license.” She stood there in a daze for minutes before sprinting out of the hospital, driving recklessly to the airport. “Manager Davis! Ethan isn’t scheduled for Paris! Why did he resign? What is going on?!” She stormed into the Crew Center, grabbing my manager’s arm. The manager looked confused. “Ethan didn’t tell you? He resigned the night of your celebration dinner. I asked him if you knew, and he said he’d tell you that night.” Chloe felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She remembered. That night, she didn’t go home. Yesterday afternoon, she only stopped by to grab the gift. Last night, she left minutes after arriving. For two days, she hadn’t given me a single minute to speak. For two days, she had been with Ryan.

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When I revived the first time, Liam Sterling was ecstatic, wishing he could lay the best things in the world at my feet. The second time I revived, Liam wept, swearing he would never let me get hurt again. By the fifth time, Liam begged me to donate my heart to save his senior, Sarah. This is the ninth time. Sarah and I were kidnapped together. When forced to choose, he shot me without hesitation. “I hate being threatened!” But what he didn’t know was that this time, I was truly dead. Later, everyone said the head of the Sterling family went mad after his wife died. Not only did he refuse to bury her, but he also hired numerous priests and monks to draw arrays in his home, turning a perfectly good mansion into a haunted house, chanting every day. “Revive, revive.” 1 Pain! It hurts too much! On a ship in international waters, my face was stepped into the ground, dust filling my nose and mouth. Vicious kidnappers surrounded me, fists raining down like hail. Beside me being beaten, a delicate woman was shivering. She is Liam’s senior—Sarah Miller. She crawled to my side, sobbing softly: “I’m sorry, Chloe, I didn’t know they would beat you like this, I’m sorry woo woo woo…” Watching her fake cry without a single tear, I felt only speechlessness. At least act a bit more convincingly. I was almost out on the speedboat. If not for her scream, would I have been dragged back to be beaten? Thinking of this, I spat out another mouthful of dirty blood, chest throbbing with pain. My ribs were probably broken. Just then, footsteps sounded again. The kidnappers were back! I skillfully covered my head, but wasn’t beaten. Instead, a large man grabbed my hair, slapped me, and turned on the phone speaker. “Does it hurt? If it hurts, scream louder! Call him to save you, hahaha…” “Liam, when will you arrive?” I bit my teeth hard to stop myself from groaning. Unexpectedly, Sarah started crying again. “Liam, woo woo woo… don’t worry about us, we’re fine, I wasn’t beaten woo woo woo…” Hearing Sarah’s crying, Liam instantly panicked. “Sarah, Sarah, what’s wrong? Chloe Vance, was Sarah beaten? Why didn’t you help her! You know she’s different from you!” My heart went cold instantly. Didn’t want to listen to this idiot rambling anymore, I hung up the kidnapper’s phone and threw it away. Earned another slap. The kidnappers separated Sarah and me. When we appeared on the deck again. Her face was bruised, and one arm was dislocated. Making it look like I was doing pretty well. Since both sides didn’t trust each other—the kidnappers wanted money first, Liam wanted people released first. The kidnapper had already unlocked the gun’s safety. Liam was anxious, finally reluctantly agreeing to pay half the money to release one person. The one released first, of course, was Liam’s dear senior who looked more miserable, not me, his wife of hardships. I was so angry I almost spat out another mouthful of old blood. Seeing Sarah already on the speedboat back, the kidnappers urged for the second ransom. Liam had someone bring it over. Just then, Liam’s assistant walked up. “President, it’s clear. The IP address of the other party trading with the kidnappers is at… your home…” Instantly, everyone’s face changed drastically. My brain was buzzing. What’s the situation? First, I didn’t hire anyone to kidnap us. So Liam hired someone to kidnap us? Impossible! What for? For excitement? Before I could think clearly. Liam ordered his people to leave and not look back. His face was gloomy, pulling a gun from his waist. “I hate being threatened the most!” Under everyone’s horrified gaze. Liam shot me straight in the chest. I felt something gushing out. In a trance, it seemed Liam closed my eyes. “This is a lesson for your jealousy!” 2 I died. This was my ninth death, and the last. I remembered everything. Actually, I am a cat, the kind with nine tails. On my coming of age day, my mom told me. “Finding a partner and having cubs is very simple for our clan. Find a person to repay kindness for nine lives, and you can abduct him back to Spirit Mountain for immortality!” Unfortunately, I remembered wrong and brought all nine tails to this one life. I waited by the River of Forgetfulness for a long time until the first kind person willing to give me dried fish appeared. I decisively erased my memory and chose him. I thought. Liam and I would become an immortal couple in Spirit Mountain like my parents. But didn’t expect, let alone nine lives, even spending nine lives in one lifetime didn’t end well. While waiting for Mom to pick me up, I still had to follow Liam. Liam was like the previous times. After I was completely cold, he took me back to the villa and put me in the ice coffin custom-made after my third revival. Based on past experience, I only needed three days to revive. The only two exceptions were when my heart was dug out for Sarah and the car accident after a quarrel. Just a pity, this time Liam will be disappointed. My lives are used up. Let alone three days, I won’t live even in three years. After putting me in the ice coffin, Liam ignored my body. Turned and went to the hospital. Seeing Liam arrive, Sarah spoke first: “Liam, how is sister Chloe? She didn’t intentionally let the kidnappers beat me, please don’t blame her!” I listened dumbfounded. So she used to arrange me like this in front of Liam? No wonder my quarrels with Liam were endless. Liam, this idiot, also lowered his eyes, hesitatingly starting to apologize. “Sorry Sarah, the kidnapping was done by Chloe. She had no malice, maybe just jealous. I’ll make her apologize to you in two days!” I didn’t miss the ecstasy in Sarah’s eyes. “Really? Although I suffered such heavy injuries, don’t blame sister Chloe either.” I finally figured it out now. The assistant said, the IP address hiring kidnappers on the dark web was at my home. First, not Liam, because he’s just a bit brain-dead, not a psychopath. Second, not me as Liam thought, after all, wouldn’t I know if I did it? Then it could only be Sarah, who treats my home as hers and can enter Liam’s study freely. Bitch, quite scheming! I was already angry, seeing Liam serving Sarah hand and foot made me even angrier. Hating that I couldn’t beat him up. When returning home in the evening, Liam glanced at my body in front of the ice coffin and actually sneered. “Chloe Vance, when you wake up, you’d better have thought of how to explain to me!” Explain my ass, get lost! Why isn’t Mom here yet? When can I have a physical body to beat up Liam? 3 Sarah was discharged the next day. Liam picked her up personally. But unexpectedly, surrounded by reporters as soon as they left the hospital gate. He flew into a rage, but I heard a reporter in the back asking aggrievedly. It was clearly Sarah who notified them, why were they the ones being scolded? The news that the Sterling Group president’s lover was the big star Sarah Miller shocked the entire entertainment industry. Accompanied by a big picture of Liam holding Sarah in a princess carry and scolding paparazzi. “This news…” Liam frowned and was about to say something when Sarah entered. She opened her mouth delicately. “Liam, don’t worry about me, clarifying is urgent. Being laughed at for throwing myself at you is nothing.” Hearing this, Liam suddenly tightened his grip on the pen, and said after a moment, “No need to clarify. Ignore this kind of gossip and it will be gone in a few days.” “Chloe will make a fuss if she knows, right?” Hearing this, Liam relaxed completely: “It’s okay, she won’t know.” Heh! He just thinks I haven’t revived yet, so he can do whatever he wants, right? I used to think the rumors about Liam and Sarah were unknown to Liam. Turns out this bastard wouldn’t handle it even if he knew? Truly wonderful, wonderful to the extreme! I started to rejoice that this nine-life reincarnation wasn’t completed and he wouldn’t enter Spirit Mountain with me. Back home, Liam put a bouquet of roses in the ice coffin for me, self-touchingly moved. “I won’t blame you anymore. Consider this scandal your apology to Sarah.” I was speechless, rolling a huge eye against the ice coffin. Three days passed quickly. Liam guarded my ice coffin at 12 o’clock sharp. But I didn’t wake up. Liam looked solemn. But soon he remembered after the 5th time heart removal and the 8th time car accident after quarreling, I took five and seven days to revive respectively. The first time I didn’t wake up in three days, he sent me to the Sterling family’s private lab. Finally determined, the unknown healing power in me could last for 7 days. But actually, starting from the third day, my body had finished repairing and had the ability to wake up. The four days after were actually me not wanting to wake up. So now time passed minute by second, my body motionless. Liam also thought it was me unwilling to wake up. “Chloe Vance, did wrong and still putting on airs to scare me? Don’t wake up if you don’t want to!” He pulled out the flowers from my ice coffin and kicked it before walking out. I watched bafflingly. Psycho! But before sleeping, he still called Assistant Zhang. “Confirm the IP address contacting kidnappers was at my home?” Getting a positive answer, he finally went to sleep. Next morning he got up early, checked me in the room with the ice coffin first. Seeing I hadn’t woken up, this dog man actually lost his temper at the SA who came to deliver clothes. “Return them! With such a big temper, what haute couture, what anniversary!” 4 Day 5, I still hadn’t woken up. The week’s outfits I prepared for Liam had run out. Liam dug out a dozen ties and found none matched. Holding a cat fishing tie, he came to my ice coffin exasperatedly. “How long are you going to throw a tantrum? Revive quickly if you’re going to. The house is in chaos, and what kind of stuff did you buy me?” But I was dead, dead people don’t move. The temper he threw had to be cleaned up by himself. He gloomily picked up the tie thrown on my ice coffin, stuffed it back into the cloakroom. Went to work disheveled like his wife died. Not long after he started working, Sarah came to his office. Without knocking. I had to contact the assistant for an appointment every time, and Sarah never had to knock, right? The more I thought, the angrier I got. Deserved he couldn’t find clothes to wear. Sarah actually took out a tie and gently tied it for Liam. “Did you quarrel with Chloe? She’s too insensible. Angry is angry, how can she ignore your dignity?” “Nothing like that.” Liam irritably loosened the tie Sarah just tied for him. I turned my back, out of sight, out of mind. Liam seemed to have forgotten the promise he made to me when we got married. Whether it was the passenger seat or intimate things like tying a tie, they belonged to me alone. Forget it, I’m dead, just right to let them love each other. Sarah seemed to speak casually: “Actually, there are techniques for getting along as a couple. Liam, you can’t always yield to Chloe.” Liam’s face was gloomy and silent. Sarah wasn’t anxious either, poured a cup of coffee for Liam and sat back on the sofa. “I want to ask you a favor.” Sarah wanted to borrow a house from Liam for variety show recording. Preferably one that is lived in often, and she needed a guest to appear on the show as her relative. I understood immediately, the only house meeting these conditions was the villa Liam and I lived in. Sarah clearly wanted Liam to record a variety show with her at my home and stir up scandals. Everyone knew her intentions, except Liam. But he didn’t agree either. Sarah didn’t seem anxious, just kindly gave Liam advice when leaving. “You’ve been married for seven years, sometimes old couples still need some sense of crisis.” If my relationship teacher were here. He would probably urge me to take out a notebook to record these green tea quotes for future use. Liam actually listened to this. He made further efforts and had his own insights. Back home, he sat on a small stool next to my body. Took out the scandals about him and Sarah printed by Assistant Zhang and read them to me word by word. Finally stood up and said. “Although these are fake now. But if you don’t wake up, be careful we make them real!” I was full of speechlessness. Yes yes yes, real, you two are a match made in heaven. Pity he couldn’t hear me. It was the sixth day. Seeing no movement from me in front of the ice coffin, Liam’s face was dark as ink, and he made a call on the spot. “Sarah, come to my house to record. Anyway, Chloe doesn’t plan to come back!”

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