My whole family went to Aspen for a winter trip to see the snow. My husband told me not to buy a down jacket, saying it wouldn’t be cold and it was a waste of money. I listened to him and only packed a thin coat and flats. But when no one was looking, I silently searched on my phone: [How long does it take for an adult male to freeze to death in -22°F weather?] 1 Near the end of the year, my husband, Mark, said things were slow at work and planned to take his annual leave to take our family on a trip. Our son had mentioned wanting to see snow in the north many times, so the destination was Aspen, Colorado. A week before leaving, I was browsing down jackets online. Mark glanced at my phone screen, and his face immediately darkened. “You wasteful woman, who told you to buy a down jacket? Why buy a jacket that costs hundreds of dollars just to wear once!” I quickly explained, “It’s minus twenty-two degrees there right now.” “Cold in the north is physical; cold in the south is magical. The north isn’t damp and cold like the south at all.” Where we live, it’s hot all year round. Even when it’s coldest, a fleece jacket is enough. Mark’s face clearly showed impatience. He grabbed my phone and deleted all the down jackets from my cart. He threw the phone back at me unkindly. The phone hit my eye socket, making me cry out in pain, tears streaming down. He smiled triumphantly. “I work hard to make money outside, and you spend it without a care. How did I marry such an unlucky woman?” I didn’t speak. I silently got up and went to the bathroom to rinse my swollen eye with cold water. Because I knew if I talked back to Mark, I would only get a more violent beating. When I returned to the bedroom, Mark had turned off the light and gone to sleep. I tiptoed to the bedside, staring unblinkingly at the sleeping Mark. If I did something now, he wouldn’t know, right? No, for the sake of my two children, I have to endure. They can have a family without a father, but they can’t have a mother with a criminal record. According to Mark’s request, the whole family only packed thin coats and flats. I didn’t even bring thermal underwear. A small suitcase for four people, and there was still space left. On the way to the airport, Mark bragged while driving: “Don’t be like your mom when you grow up, making a big deal out of nothing. We’re used to the damp cold in the south; we’re not afraid of winter in the north at all. You’ll see when we get off the plane.” My son and daughter were still young, at the age where they just wanted to play. Thinking only about going on a trip, they didn’t understand what Mark was saying at all. I smiled gently at Mark. “Hubby, you know so much.” He freed a hand, pinched my cheek hard, and smiled with satisfaction. “That’s more like it.” In his eyes, I was like a doll he could manipulate at will. If the food I cooked wasn’t to his liking, he would dump it directly on my head. Regardless of time or place, if he wanted to, he would force himself on me like a dog in heat. Any slight disobedience, even having a nightmare, would become a reason for him to beat me. Every day living with him was lived in extreme tension and fear. The plane roared, and we flew high into the sky. Mark kept hitting his ears because of the tinnitus. I whispered in his ear: “Hubby, have a safe trip.” 2 The plane landed at Aspen-Pitkin County Airport. Walking through the jet bridge, the cold had already seeped in from outside. Mark’s face turned a bit pale, but he remained stubborn: “See, I said it wouldn’t be cold at all. No need for down jackets.” Passengers getting off with us heard him and looked back at him like he was an idiot. Upon reaching the arrival hall, more tourists from the south were changing into warm clothes in the restrooms. Mark whispered sarcastically that people were doing unnecessary things. My son pulled my hand, saying in a milky voice, “Mommy, I’m cold.” I rubbed his head lovingly. It’s okay, our saviors will be here soon. My best friend, Sarah, brought her boyfriend, Jason, to pick us up. She and Jason were carrying bags big and small. Seeing me, Sarah gave me a huge hug. I heard her choking voice in my ear. “You’re finally here.” I hugged her back, holding back the sourness. “Long time no see. Mark and I have been talking about you.” Sarah, Mark, and I were college classmates. Back then, the three of us were close, almost inseparable at school. Only then did Sarah smile and tease Mark: “Did you lock Moon up? You haven’t let her come play with me for so many years.” Mark always maintained the image of a good husband outside. He gently pulled me into his arms. “Who told you to run so far away? I can’t bear for my wife to travel so much.” Sarah’s complicated gaze went back and forth between Mark and me, finally smiling meaningfully. “You’re still the wife-doting maniac as always.” Sarah took out the things from her two big bags. She said these were the down jackets she prepared for us. Mark looked a bit unhappy, stubbornly saying, “I don’t need to wear it. Your north isn’t cold at all.” “Don’t be polite with me. I already bought them, just do me a favor.” Saying that, Sarah handed Mark his jacket. In college, Mark had a crush on Sarah, but she had a boyfriend then. He settled for pursuing me, and I, dazzled by his sweet words, agreed to be with him. Seeing his white moonlight smiling at him, Mark was mesmerized and accepted the down jacket. The children and I changed into ankle-length down jackets. Looking back, Mark was annoyedly stuffing his arms into the sleeves. Sarah snickered. “Oh my, Mark, you’ve rounded out quite a bit these years. I bought the clothes based on your size in college.” Mark lost face and threw his jacket unhappily on my head. “I’m dying of heat and don’t want to wear it at all. Put away Sarah’s kindness.” My hair was messed up by the hit, looking messy due to static electricity. Sarah wanted to reach out to help me, but I quickly signaled her not to come over. Sarah’s boyfriend, Jason, is eight years younger than her, a tall and handsome puppy dog. Jason thoughtfully came over to help me with the luggage. Although Mark didn’t stop him, his gloomy gaze kept staring at me. I lowered my head, pulled the two children, and hurried outside. When leaving the hall and contacting the real outdoor temperature, I saw Mark freeze for a moment. His whole body stiffened, and every step was extremely difficult. He cared about face; even if he was freezing enough to pee blood, he wouldn’t make a sound. Fortunately, the car was right there, and he was the first to drill in. 3 Sarah took us back to her villa. As soon as we got back, Jason insisted on dragging Mark out for a smoke, and I finally had a chance to talk to Sarah. Once the door closed, Sarah let loose, cursing Mark’s ancestors. “You went through such a big circle, bought down jackets and mailed them here specifically, what is this for?” Actually, the down jackets Sarah brought today were bought by me. “Mark wouldn’t let me buy them, saying I spend money recklessly. If he knew, he would definitely beat me again.” “He treats you like this, why don’t you divorce him?” “I proposed divorce the first time he hit me. He locked me at home and beat me for three days, forcing me to swear never to bring up divorce again.” Mark and I got married right after graduation, and soon had a son. To take care of the child, I haven’t gone out to work, staying at home as a full-time mom. Mark pretended to be a model husband at first, but during my confinement, just because I broke a plate, he grabbed the shards and beat me severely. I was covered in cuts from the shards, and I still have scars now. Looking at the scars on my body, Sarah trembled with anger. “This is murder. I want to call the police to arrest him.” I forced a numb smile, looking at Sarah sorrowfully. “I’ve used every method you can think of… but it’s useless, no one can save me.” I had reached out for help countless times, but those hands only pulled me back and advised me: —Go live well with him. —You have children, bear it for the children. —Every couple fights. A day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace. Calm down, don’t be impulsive. I consulted lawyers and even installed cameras at home. But Mark wasn’t afraid at all. He said even if I had evidence, as long as he didn’t agree, our marriage couldn’t end. And facts proved so. I fought for half a year, during which I was beaten into the hospital by Mark three times. The last time, he threatened me that if I dared to divorce, he would kill my parents. Since then, I never mentioned divorce again. Soon, we had a daughter. I started pretending to accept my fate, not resisting, not making noise. Mark enjoyed the current days very much. During this time, I secretly worked part-time online. Now I can earn three or four thousand dollars a month drawing illustrations, enough to support me and the children. I also asked my parents to buy a house in Florida and let them stay there for the winter. Everything is ready, just one step away from the good life I imagined. Since Mark doesn’t want a divorce, then let him be widowed. 4 At night, I put the children to sleep. Mark came back smelling of smoke. He smoked with Jason on the balcony and was frozen stiff. I felt a cold body drill into the quilt. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Mark’s side lit up; he was playing with his phone. Squinting, I saw him open WeChat, chatting with a contact named “Little Wild Cat.” [Little Wild Cat]: [Brother Mark, have you arrived in Aspen? I can’t wait to see you.] [No Desire No Want]: [Brother can’t wait to see my Little Wild Cat too. Did you receive the clothes I sent you?] I opened my eyes sleepily and asked him, “Hubby, why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Mark quickly put away his phone and got up to go outside. “None of your business!” After he left the bedroom, I took out a spare phone from the drawer. On the secondary WeChat account, Mark was sending me messages non-stop. Yes, Little Wild Cat is me. That idiot Mark still doesn’t know the person he’s been chatting with for three months isn’t fictional. [No Desire No Want]: [Brother can’t wait to see you wearing that dress. Where do you live? I’ll come find you now?] [Little Wild Cat]: [Annoying, I don’t want to see you.] [No Desire No Want]: [I spent a lot of money on plane tickets just to see you. Are you playing me?] [Little Wild Cat]: [I’m going to sleep, goodnight.] After sending the last message, I put away the phone and covered myself with the quilt to sleep. Sure enough, Mark came back depressed not long after. He slammed the door shut. The room lights turned on brightly. I pretended to wake up startled, looking at him in surprise. “What’s wrong, hubby?” His eyes were red, his eyebrows pressed low, looking fierce. He suddenly rushed over, grabbed my hair, and pulled me from the bed to the floor. I felt my scalp about to tear. Mark was in a bad mood because of being rejected. He would beat me to vent his anger whenever he was unhappy. Just as his fist was about to fall, I suddenly started struggling violently. “If you hit me now, you’ll definitely wake up Sarah and the others. Your image as a good husband won’t be kept!” Maybe because I hadn’t contradicted him for too long, Mark was stunned. He pinched my chin tightly, his eyes locking onto me. He gritted his teeth and said, “Just you wait, see how I deal with you when we get back.” He worked hard to maintain his image of a successful career and harmonious family outside. He would absolutely not leave any gossip for anyone.

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Married to Julian Thorne for a year, we were still practically strangers, yet incredibly compatible in bed. My parents asked if we had plans for children. Julian replied, “We do. We’re letting nature take its course.” My eyelashes trembled, thinking of the box of ultra-thin condoms he just bought. He even opened two just last night. After washing up that evening. Julian unexpectedly helped me blow-dry my hair. I bit my lip. “Thanks, but I don’t want to do it tonight.” He froze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.” But halfway through blow-drying, Julian suddenly asked: “Can I ask why you don’t want to?” 1 Julian and I met on a blind date. And it was a flash marriage. As for why it was so quick… According to my mother: “Sarah, you hit the jackpot with this guy.” “Julian Thorne, 28, 6’3″, rich, handsome, doesn’t smoke or drink. His own company is about to go public. What reason do you have not to go?” “It just so happens your mom reconnected with her best friend from high school who just returned from abroad…” My mom’s opinion wasn’t the main factor. The real reason I impulsively agreed to the flash marriage… Was that I fell for Julian at first sight. He was totally my type. Handsome features, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Even a simple black shirt couldn’t hide his good looks. His aura was cold but alluring. Especially the second time we met. It suddenly started raining on a sunny day. Without hesitation, he took off his suit jacket to shield me from the rain. His thin shirt quickly got soaked, clinging to his body. I caught a glimpse of his tight abs at first glance. At least a six-pack, and his pectoral muscles were full and defined. I subconsciously licked my lips. That night, I dreamed of Julian… Anyway, with both parents pushing hard. Julian and I got our marriage license less than half a month after meeting. On the second day after getting the license, there was a huge misunderstanding. Julian came home from work in the evening and didn’t see me. He called me. “Sarah, did something happen tonight? Do you need me to pick you up?” Hearing his calm, deep voice from the other end. I was stunned for over ten seconds. Cheeks slightly hot, I said embarrassedly, “Sorry, Julian. I subconsciously went back to my parents’ house after work.” “It’s too late now. I’ll pack my things, come pick me up tomorrow.” I was a tiny bit embarrassed. Today happened to be Friday. I was so busy I brain-farted and forgot I married Julian. Luckily, Julian didn’t ask much, just gave a faint “Hmm.” “It’s okay, no need to apologize. I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Since it’s the weekend, we can move into our marital home together, is that okay?” Thinking about moving in together immediately. My breathing quickened nervously. But “guilt” made me nod repeatedly: “Yes, yes.” Julian: “Goodnight, see you tomorrow.” 2 The first night moving into the marital home with Julian. I was inexplicably nervous. I decided on the flash marriage because I really had a crush on him. But he… Before deciding to get the license, Julian told me very seriously: “Miss Miller, for some reasons, I don’t really know how to love someone, but I will fulfill the responsibilities of marriage, respect you, and respect this relationship.” My heart trembled slightly then. Thinking the “reasons” Julian mentioned might be related to him growing up away from his parents. So I didn’t ask further, showing respect. I thought. No feelings now, doesn’t mean there won’t be later. After all, feelings aren’t just developed by getting along, but also by doing things together. I took a deep breath and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the cabinet. Poured half a glass, downed it in one go, then returned to the room. When Julian came out of the bathroom after showering. My brain short-circuited, and I asked bluntly: “Julian, are we doing it tonight?” As soon as the words left my mouth. Realizing I was too direct. My face instantly turned bright red. I silently pulled the quilt up, covering half my face. Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed suddenly. His voice was low and deep, “Sure, I have no problem.” He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. Turning his head to look at me, he continued: “But we moved all day today. If you’re not tired and still in the mood, we can do it now. If you’re a bit tired, we can do it another day. It’s up to you.” I froze. Julian’s words were too formal. Not like discussing intimacy, more like discussing homework… My gaze involuntarily drifted to him. Falling on the open collar of his pajamas due to sitting sideways, his full pectoral muscles faintly visible. My breathing instantly deepened. Embarrassed to say “Although I’m tired, I crave your body.” I just stammered back. “Oh, oh, then let’s do it another day.” I lay flat instantly. Muffled out two words: “Goodnight.” 3 The first six months of marriage with Julian. He was busy with the company IPO, overtime and business trips were the norm. Often didn’t see him for more than half a month. Our first time was actually the third month of marriage. Heard the first time isn’t great, so I was a bit worried. But the result was, I almost ate too much. Before sleeping. Even though Julian had made an appointment with me in advance. He still asked me gentlemanly and politely: “Sarah, is now okay?” I certainly wouldn’t refuse food brought to my mouth. Blushing, I nodded reservedly. He turned off the main light, leaving only a night light on. Warm kisses landed on the side of my neck. Slowly moving down. Watching Julian get up and take a box from the nightstand, I swallowed nervously. Said to him softly. “Julian… be gentle.” His movement paused, leaning down to kiss my brow. Trying to distract me, he asked: “Did you drink red wine today?” I clutched the pillow tightly, heart beating too fast to speak. The man’s broad shoulders rose and fell, lines smooth, full of power. It was past midnight when it ended. Julian looked down at me, eyes dark. Voice extremely hoarse: “Are you okay? Can I get you a glass of warm water?” My ear tips were red. Cleared my throat and replied: “Pretty good… thanks.” One year into marriage with Julian. We were still not very “familiar.” Although he was overly formally polite to me. But he would actively report his daily schedule to me. Consciously kept distance from other women. Holidays or not, he would send flowers, gifts, and surprises. Not to mention transferring property and cars to my name. After Julian’s company stabilized. We went from two condoms a month to two a week, occasionally even five a week. And always inadvertently, I was swept away. Daily be like. Me: [Overtime today?] Julian: [Overtime, home at 9 PM, arrive in bedroom around 11 PM. Can we exercise today?] Me: [Yes, shower first.] Julian: [OK, expect to carry you to shower at midnight.] Next day. Julian: [Sarah, I’ll be home around 20:00 today. Will pass East Street, saw the shredded chicken noodles you bookmarked is there, want me to bring some?] Me: [Yes, thank you very much.] Julian: [Then as a thank you gift, is tonight okay?] Me: Huh? Five times last week? Although feelings for Julian escalated beyond my expectations. Isn’t this too fast?! 4 Just when I thought. Julian and I were in a “love after marriage” script, he quietly dealt me a blow. New Year’s Eve, Julian happened to be on a business trip. [Transferred 52000, Sarah, happy holidays.] I stared at the message, stunned. Didn’t expect him to send a red packet voluntarily. Surprised and warmed inside. Biting my lip, I called Julian for the first time voluntarily: [Hubby. Happy holidays~ (Kitten kiss)] Julian replied at noon: [Sarah, I’ll be home around 15:00. Tell the maid no need to prepare dinner, we’ll eat out.] [Do you have plans tomorrow?] Me: [OK. No plans, why?] Julian: [Let’s go skiing at Little Loop Mountain, celebrate the New Year.] Rare romance from a straight guy, of course I gladly accepted. But the next day. Not long after getting up, Julian took a call. After hanging up, he turned to me, tone apologetic: “Sorry Sarah, skiing needs to be postponed to tomorrow, is that okay?” He paused, explaining: “A friend just returned from abroad, a rare talent I’ve always wanted to invite to join the company. Originally agreed to chat after the Spring Festival, but her schedule changed, just called to meet me this afternoon to talk in detail.” I froze. I faintly heard a gentle female voice calling him on the other end: “Brother Julian…” Thought it was a private call. Turns out it’s business. I pushed the suitcase back into the cloakroom. Muffled reply. “It’s okay, no problem.” “Business is important.” Julian went out. Dinner alone at home, I simply ordered the super spicy century egg fried river snail rice noodles I hadn’t eaten for a long time. Spicy and smelly. Perfect for emptying my mind. After I finished eating, Julian’s message arrived. [Dinner just ended, preparing to drive home.] [Sarah, it’s still early, let’s go watch a movie later? The one you were interested in, ‘Hidden Murder’. I asked my assistant to secure the limited edition Pop Mart you liked, we can pick it up at the mall later.] I knew Julian was apologizing for standing me up today. The inexplicable stagnation in my heart was mostly digested. I agreed readily. However… After leaving the cinema, I was furious. Complaining about the movie to Julian from the car to home. “Is this a suspense film? Clearly a bloody violent revenge film, plot speechless, felt like reading a fake short story online.” Maybe too much output, I couldn’t open my eyes before ten. Washed up and went to bed, fell asleep immediately. Julian came out of the bathroom half-wrapped in a towel, seeing me asleep, stunned. Then. He took out his phone and gave “Hidden Murder” a 1-star review. [Movie content poor, affects marital relationship.]

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My twin brother, Jason, and I have been rivals since we were born. Growing up, we fought over everything. 50/50 was non-negotiable. If he had it, I had to have it too. Otherwise, chaos. Until Jason married into the wealthy Jiang family. He flaunted his success in front of me. That very night, I agreed to an arranged marriage with the paralyzed heir of the powerful Sterling family. I didn’t care who he was. As long as I could one-up my brother. Just as I was feeling triumphant, a barrage of comments floated across my vision: “Ever since the Sterling heir became paralyzed, all the socialites avoided him like the plague. Bro really thought his life was over and was ready to end it all at home.” “Didn’t expect someone to come knocking and beg for marriage.” “And the marriage partner is his own crush.” “Now, not only does he not want to die, but he’s also actively posting on social media asking for wedding outfit advice. He’s practically fainting from happiness.” “Sigh, but it’s a bit pitiful. He really thinks the heroine likes him, but she’s just doing it to compete with her brother.” Me: “?”

My boyfriend’s sister posted a photo in her friend circle, joining the trend of sharing post-coital selfies. Her caption read: [A veteran of the game, but I’ve never experienced the feeling of my pupils losing focus.] I thought it was hilarious and shared the gossip with my boyfriend, Liam. But Liam stared at the phone, his eyes turning red. That night, Liam left home using overtime as an excuse. A few hours later, his sister updated her post-coital selfie again. [First time experiencing pupil defocus, complete!] The man in this photo had a distinct red mole on his collarbone. Just like my boyfriend, Liam. 1 I used to be the kind of person who would sulk silently, so I called Liam immediately. But after a few rings, the call was disconnected. I tried a few more times, refusing to give up, but each time it was instantly declined. I sent Liam a message on WeChat, demanding he contact me immediately to explain. But the next moment, I refreshed and saw two new updates from his sister, Tara. [So annoying, do some spoiled wives have any self-awareness? Don’t call and disturb people’s dreams!!] [Called over a dozen times, really scared me. Is the spoiled wife going to kneel downstairs at the apartment begging her husband to come home later? (Covering mouth laughing)] These two posts were obviously directed at me. At this point, I didn’t need to seek confirmation from Liam anymore. So I announced the breakup directly in my friend circle. [Called my boyfriend, accidentally woke up his bed partner. I felt really bad, so I had to turn my boyfriend into an ex-boyfriend to help his bed partner cool off.] Then I sent a private message to Liam: [Unilateral breakup, take care of yourself.] Although I sent the breakup text, I still hoped deep down that Liam could give me a reasonable explanation. We’ve known each other for over twenty years, childhood sweethearts. I didn’t want this relationship to end so unclearly. A minute after the message was sent, Liam called me back. “Xia, sorry, the boss was dragging us into a meeting just now, so I could only keep declining your calls.” “Do you know you scared me with that breakup message? Did you misunderstand something?” I didn’t answer, instead, I listened carefully to the background noise on Liam’s end. There was the sound of typing on keyboards, and I could vaguely hear a male voice pumping up subordinates. “Xia, listen if you don’t believe me. Colleagues are all working overtime now. If I call you back, they’ll think I’m slacking off.” Seeing I didn’t reply, Liam immediately held the phone to the side. The sound of typing coming from the phone became clearer, mixed with a few complaints from working drones. Could it be that I really misunderstood? But Tara’s posts were too coincidental. Liam softly pleaded a few more times on the other end, sounding like he was indeed being urged by colleagues with killer looks. After thinking about it, I decided to wait for Liam to come back and clarify things. 2 Early the next morning, Liam returned home looking exhausted. He had faint dark circles under his eyes, as if he really had worked overtime all night. But when he saw me, he still forced himself to cheer up and gave me a smile. He lifted the bag in his hand and said, “Xia, haven’t you always wanted to try the crab roe soup dumplings from that shop? I lined up specially to buy them for you. Hurry and taste them while they’re hot.” The bag contained soup dumplings from that internet-famous shop. It’s said that you have to queue for an hour to buy their buns. My mood eased a bit. Maybe I really was overthinking everything. But after opening the takeout box, I was slightly stunned again. I remembered the shop’s promotional pictures showed eight soup dumplings, but there were only six inside. The buns were no longer hot, and there was even some solidified grease stuck to them. They looked like leftovers. Liam saw my confusion and explained, “The shop might have been too busy and put the wrong number. Also, I rushed back all the way, and the soup from the buns leaked a bit, so they look like this.” “Sorry, I didn’t let my baby Xia eat the best-looking soup dumplings. It’s my fault.” Liam used his cute act again, trying to coax me. But after the events of last night, the radar in my heart kept beeping. I didn’t avoid Liam, directly took out my phone and checked Tara’s updates. Sure enough, fifteen minutes ago, Tara uploaded a few breakfast photos on another platform. [The man who left his love-brained wife to sleep with me, this morning queued for an hour to buy me soup dumplings again. It’s said to be the shop his wife always wanted to eat at but hasn’t yet~] Inside were the hot new product soup dumplings from that shop. Used tissues and two pairs of chopsticks were on the table, and there were exactly six soup dumplings left in the takeout box. For a moment, I didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh bitterly. Liam was willing to queue for an hour for Tara, but wasn’t willing to buy an extra steamer of buns to fool me. I put the phone in front of Liam to see how he would act. Liam’s face looked ugly, then he reached out frantically trying to pull me, but I dodged. “Xia, I know what you’re thinking. You suspect I have something with that kind of woman, but I really haven’t had any contact with her!” “I was really working overtime last night, until early this morning. If you don’t believe me, you should believe my colleagues, right? You’ve met Chris, Mike before, they can testify for me!” Saying that, Liam called Chris. The call was connected quickly. Chris knew what happened and kept vouching for Liam. “Sister-in-law, you have to believe brother Liam. We bunch of colleague brothers all know how much he loves you. How could he cheat?” “We worked overtime all night yesterday. There’s video evidence. If you don’t believe it, I can send you the video.” Liam also looked at me sincerely, eyes wet like a puppy afraid of being abandoned. I received the video sent by Chris. Everything looked normal in the video; they were indeed working overtime. But Liam, who flashed past in the video, was not wearing the clothes he wore last night. I asked Chris: “The date this video was shot is probably not yesterday, right? Are you really going to use your own integrity to cover up this lie for Liam?” Chris still tried to quibble, but was gagged by my sentence: “My mom just prayed to God for me yesterday. The lot said that those who lie to me will be unlucky for a year.” Chris, who came from Fujian (known for superstition), instantly lost his voice. 3 Liam kept explaining to me. And I only focused on one thing—packing all of Liam’s clothes into a suitcase and throwing them out the door. I stood at the door, gesturing for Liam to get out of the apartment with his things. Seeing me so heartless, Liam also started to get angry. “Feng Xia, do you have to be like this? I’ve explained it all. I have nothing to do with that crazy woman, but you won’t listen to my explanation, living in your own fantasy!” “How many times do you want me to say it? I am innocent, I have never betrayed you!” Facing his quibbling, I only said one word. “Scram—” 4 I officially separated from Liam. Friends around me assumed I was single again. Someone even pushed a few high-quality guys’ WeChat contacts to me, telling me to relax well. I wasn’t in a rush to start the next relationship. I’ve known Liam for over twenty years and loved him for ten. The impact of this relationship won’t dissipate in a short while. Moreover, Liam kept harassing me like a lingering ghost, making me have no mood to love someone else. Seeing I was stubborn, Liam carried big and small bags of gifts to visit my parents. He put on a low profile and cried to my parents for a long time. He also said other women wanted to seduce him and were rejected by him, so they framed him. Back and forth, my dad was actually moved by him and persuaded me to reconcile with him. “Dad heard what Xiao Lin said. It was that woman who wanted to seduce him, so she deliberately tried to destroy your relationship. You should trust Xiao Lin more. You are a couple who are about to get married in the future. How can you always be suspicious of your husband like this?” I was too lazy to listen to my dad’s crooked theories about the three obediences and four virtues. I hastily responded with a few sentences and hung up the phone. Then I pulled Liam out of the blacklist, sent him a middle finger emoji, and then dragged him back to the blacklist. Probably thinking that going to the parents was effective, Liam went to my house to drink with my dad for several days in a row. As time went on, even my mom believed his nonsense and persuaded me to give him another chance. I was annoyed and decided to find Liam to talk face to face. I was afraid Liam would pull some candlelight dinner kneeling begging for reconciliation trick, so I didn’t make an appointment in advance, but went directly to Liam’s apartment to wait for him after work. Who knew that not long after arriving, I bumped into a big surprise. Liam walked in front with a cold face. A long-haired woman trotted behind him and hugged him. “Tara, I told you not to come find me again!” Liam looked very angry. He struggled a few times but didn’t break free from Tara’s embrace. Tara buried her face in his back and laughed heartily: “Liam, stop pretending. Who said they wished they could die on me? How come you forgot what you said after just a few days?” Her slender fingers stroked Liam’s face and blew into his ear. “I’m on my safe period today, and I just happen to haven’t eaten dinner. Do you want to take me to your house to sit for a while?” Liam’s face was still ugly, but he didn’t make any struggling moves anymore. Seeing this, Tara walked directly in front of him and kissed him. The two kissed for a long time. They kissed until I finished recording two long videos before stopping their mouths. Liam cursed: “Are you just this desperate for men? Is it that any random man can take you home?” Tara giggled: “No, it has to be a man I fancy.” Liam said fiercely: “Are you a bus?” Tara said: “Isn’t what you love exactly this bus?” The two were entangled for a long time, stunned that they didn’t find me, a big living person standing nearby. Just right, I don’t need to talk to Liam about anything anymore. The material just recorded into the phone is already enough to shut everyone’s mouth. After returning home, I posted the unedited version to my friend circle with the text: [Two buses illegally drove into xx apartment. Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?] 5 In the following hours, people kept sending me WeChat messages and calling me, all wanting to get some new gossip from my mouth. A few good friends also created a group chat to angrily scold Liam. Even Liam wetting his pants when he was a child was regarded as a sign of a scumbag. My mom also called to ask me: “Did Xiao Lin really do such a thing?” I sighed: “It’s genuine. I originally listened to your advice and wanted to tackle him to talk properly, but when I went downstairs to his house again, I bumped into this kind of thing.” “Sigh, Mom, I feel so tired inside, I don’t want to love anymore…” I deliberately put on a depressed tone, making my mom anxious enough to shout at my dad a few times, telling him not to treat Liam the scumbag as a son-in-law again. In the following days, the heat of this matter remained unabated, and it was even spread to the alumni group of my former school. Because of this, Liam, who had been kept in the dark by mutual friends, learned about this matter. He called, trying to get me to delete the video and help him clarify. “Xia, I don’t know when you arrived downstairs at my apartment, but that day I was really rejecting Tara all the time. She came over and forcibly kissed me. I was the one being molested.” Relying on the blurred sound in the video, Liam suspected that I didn’t hear their unbearable flirting, so he fooled me like a pig’s head. “Liam, don’t always treat others as idiots. You are a young man with a height of 185cm and a weight of 70kg. You actually said that you had no power to fight back when facing the molestation of a thin woman?” “You might as well admit openly that you enjoyed it. This way at least I won’t make another note for you in my heart.” “Xia!” Liam’s tone was very impatient. “Do you know that because of this video, I have been interviewed by the company leaders, and former colleagues are also laughing at me behind my back. This is obviously a misunderstanding. Why did you post it online to ruin me?” “Be good, Xia. You quickly delete those videos and help me clarify with my colleagues.” “Just say that I was drunk that day, unconscious, so I was forcibly kissed by Tara. I promise I won’t do this kind of thing again in the future. We will be good in the future, okay?” I sneered: “Liam, did you also accidentally fall in when you Slept with Tara? Stop being hypocritical here. A dog barking twice is more credible than you.” When words reached this point, Liam stopped pretending to be affectionate and roared fiercely: “Feng Xia! We have been dating for ten years anyway. Are you backstabbing me like this?” Across the screen, I could feel Liam’s anger. Yes, everything I did was indeed meant to disgust him. He thought I didn’t consider our past friendship, but when he was messing around with Tara, did he ever consider my feelings? If I were love-brained, I would definitely be in extreme pain now. “Liam, I’m just telling everyone the truth. This counts as backstabbing?” “Let me tell you what backstabbing is. Backstabbing is you cheating on me to fool around with Tara. Backstabbing is you disregarding our friendship of over twenty years, riding a bus on one side, and wanting me to be the pick-up-artist to marry you on the other side.” Because of a guilty conscience, Liam unconsciously raised his volume: “Feng Xia! I just made a mistake that all men in the world might make. Why are you so heartless? Do you have to completely ruin me?” “It’s not me trying to ruin you, it’s you ruining yourself. However, don’t think too much. Things like AIDS and syphilis shouldn’t be so unfortunate to infect you. The probability is probably gonorrhea.” After speaking, I wanted to hang up directly, but I didn’t expect Liam to say another harsh word at the end. “Fine, Feng Xia, don’t regret it! Aren’t you just jealous that Tara attracts men’s love? Then I’ll be with her, making you tomboy appear more like a failure!” Liam obviously didn’t realize that his threat had no effect on me. Losing the love of this man is like a shark losing a chicken wishbone. For a period of time afterwards, to anger me, Liam showed off his love with Tara in various ways every day. He not only posted intimate photos and gift photos of the two, but also posted the ultra-thin 001 they used. To prevent me from missing it, Liam specially registered a new account and bought traffic. Tara also made bold statements in her friend circle: [It’s the year 6202, didn’t expect there are still such old-fashioned “old nun” spoiled wives existing. Got dumped by a man, and takes anger out on another beauty (rolling eyes) (rolling eyes)] [This old lady is a thousand-man slayer, so what? Just say if you’re jealous, don’t peek and sneak shot behind the back like a cockroach. But now it’s good~ The little cockroach’s dear hubby has become this old lady’s forty-ninth boyfriend. Spoiled wife must be crying faintly in the WC~ (smile) (fireworks)] Causing several mutual friends to come to me with screenshots one after another asking: Are the two of them crazy? I replied: Probably cauliflower grew into their brains!

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After my boyfriend, Mark, and I broke up, he pretended to have amnesia. He asked, “Who are you?” I froze for a moment, then smiled. “I’m your sister-in-law.” Mark was stunned. That night, his brother, who had been trying to break us up, frantically messaged me: [What the hell! When did I get together with you?!] [Mark is blocking my door with a knife!] 1 When I arrived at the hospital, Mark was lying in bed. His head was wrapped in gauze, looking the part. He looked at me with confusion and bewilderment, asking: “Who are you?” I froze for a moment, then smiled. I tugged at my collar, revealing a red mark on my neck. “I’m your sister-in-law.” The hospital room door was closed. His brother was standing outside, waiting for me and Mark to break up. When I received the news of Mark’s car accident and hospitalization, I was with his brother. Liam looked at me with a half-smile, waving a five-million-dollar check in his hand. “Miss Sullivan, no one can predict the future between you and Mark.” “But your own future will be smooth sailing from this moment on.” Mark and I had been dating for two years, and he had always kept his family background a secret. Until recently, when I was working part-time and ran into Mark. He was out having fun with friends, staying in a presidential suite that cost five thousand a night. When settling the bill, I just stood at the front desk watching him quietly. Not bitter, not tired. Mark bumped into me head-on. His expression was a bit awkward. “I didn’t dare tell you before, because I was afraid you’d feel pressured being with me.” Me: “…” I pointed at myself in disbelief. Me? Do I look like someone with that much self-respect? If you had told me you were rich earlier, you wouldn’t have had to chase me for over a year. No one knew about my relationship with Mark. That day, his friends saw us, and somehow it reached the ears of the Sterling family. I also met the head of the Sterling family, Mark’s older brother, Liam Sterling. The two brothers looked about 70% alike. When Liam looked down at me, the oppressive and heavy aura made me tremble all over. Liam wanted me to break up with Mark. Last night, he sent me a video. In the video, he and Mark were sitting opposite each other. Compared to the youthful Mark, his brother was obviously more mature and steady. Liam spoke slowly, every word hitting the mark. “I heard you met Chloe Sullivan when you were broke. You chased her for a long time. She had a bad temper, but once she knew your identity, she suddenly became submissive to you.” His implication was obvious. Gold digger, hypocritical, compromising for money. Mark hurriedly replied: “She’s not that kind of person!” His tone was impetuous, lacking confidence. He was just eager to defend. Actually, Mark didn’t quite believe what he said himself. Compared to an old fox like Liam, Mark was still a bit green. Seeing Mark take the bait, Liam couldn’t help but smile. “Really? Then why not put on a show together? You pretend to have amnesia from a car accident and ignore her, see how she reacts.” The video ended there. Now this scene left no doubt. Mark chose to cooperate. 2 The expression on Mark’s face changed again and again, as if buffering from overload. “Want an apple? Sister-in-law will peel one for you.” Five million dollars is indeed tempting. But you brothers playing me for a fool really pisses me off. Hearing the term “sister-in-law,” Mark’s face turned green with anger. He opened his mouth as if to question something, but held back at the last moment. He still had to maintain his amnesia persona. Breaking character now would undoubtedly be shooting himself in the foot. He pretended to be calm, but tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, and his voice choked a bit. “My… my brother seems to be single.” I smiled and waved my hand. “You have amnesia, it’s normal not to remember your brother has a girlfriend.” Mark pressed his temples hard, saying anxiously: “I seem to vaguely remember something.” I took out his medical report printed in black and white, forcing him to look. “The doctor said there’s no risk of regaining memory.” Mark clutched the medical report tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. I placed the peeled apple on his bedside table. Before leaving, I didn’t forget to pat his head. “Since you can forget, it must mean those memories were insignificant to you. Look forward from now on.” “I’m going to get a room with your brother… I mean… I’m going to dinner with your brother. Rest well, we’ll visit you when we’re done.” I waved at him and walked out of the ward smiling. As soon as I closed the door, a kettle-whistle-like wail erupted from the room. Liam was unaware of the conversation inside. He turned to look at me, his gaze softening, as if pleased with my sensibility. On the way here, Liam had been guiding me. “Since Mark is willing to act in this play, it shows he doesn’t trust you in his heart. The cracks in the relationship can’t be repaired, they’ll only get bigger. Your attempts to salvage it are meaningless.” “Instead of a hysterical breakup at the end, it’s better to take the five million now and disappear with dignity.” Liam knew how to hit a person’s pain points. I shoved my bank card at him. “I don’t want to go to the bank with a check. Have someone transfer the money to this card.” Liam nodded and handed the check and card to his assistant to handle. When I came out of the ward, the assistant had already processed it. My phone also popped up a deposit notification a few minutes ago. When Liam handed the bank card to me, he was completely unaware— Someone was pressed against the door of the ward behind him. Through the glass on the door, Mark stared fixedly at the card in Liam’s hand. Due to the angle, he couldn’t see what the card looked like. Because of my words in the ward, he naturally assumed it was a room key card. Mark’s face was gloomy, veins pulsing on his forehead. When I took the card, I even ambiguously touched Liam’s hand. “Thanks.” I put the card in my bag and turned to leave. Liam looked down at where I had touched, his fingertips curling slightly unconsciously. As soon as I turned the corner and disappeared, Mark jumped out of the ward immediately. A person who was critically injured and dying just a moment ago was now pinning Liam to the ground and beating him like a mad dog. “Liam, you old beast! Give me back my girlfriend!” Liam: “?” 3 The hospital was in chaos. Liam was knocked unconscious by a punch. Mark sat aside, crying breathlessly. I squatted in the corner watching the drama for a long time before leaving reluctantly. I went on a shopping spree with the five million until dark before going home. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Liam standing at my door like a ghost. He was full of resentment. Liam’s face was black and blue, showing no trace of his previous calm and leisurely appearance. Liam was furious. “Chloe! Go explain clearly to Mark!” I opened the door and entered, asking innocently: “Explain what?” Liam frowned, disgusted with me. “You know very well, stop playing dumb with me!” “Mark said I stole his girlfriend! Said I made him fake amnesia just to make it easier for you to cut ties with him! Now he’s blocking my door with a knife like a mad dog!” I hummed a tune, turning a deaf ear to Liam’s words. I spread the things I bought in the afternoon on the bed. In an instant, the bed was full of lingerie that couldn’t be shown in public. I held the skimpiest white lace nightgown against myself and showed it to Liam. “Will I look good in this?” Liam’s face looked even worse. He turned his head away, refusing to look at me directly, speaking through gritted teeth. “Only a blind man like Mark would like you.” “I’d rather be single for life than be with a vicious woman like you.” Just as he finished speaking, a knock came from the door. “Chloe, are you home?” The moment he heard Mark’s voice, Liam felt terrible. He looked at the door as if facing a formidable enemy. Seeing me about to open the door, he hurriedly stopped me. “Don’t open it!” Mark already misunderstood that we had an affair. Seeing him at my house in the middle of the night would be impossible to explain. I rolled my eyes speechlessly. “Since he called my name directly, it means he knows I’m home. If I don’t open the door now, won’t it seem weirder?” I took his hand and led him to the wardrobe. “Why don’t you hide in here for a while.” Liam: “…” His expression was a bit desperate. But thinking carefully, there seemed to be no other way. He took a deep breath and reluctantly crawled into the wardrobe. I turned to open the door for Mark. Mark stood outside the door with his tall figure. His head was drooping, and the corners of his eyes were still red. I raised my hand to touch his face and asked: “Why are you crying?” The tears accumulated in Mark’s eyes could no longer be held back. Warm tears fell on the back of my hand. The grievance was like a floodgate opening, unstoppable. The amnesia thing was agreed upon by himself, and pretending not to know me was also said by himself. Now, no matter what grievance he had, he had to swallow it. “My brother won’t let me go home, kicked me out, I have nowhere to go.” Hiding in the wardrobe, Liam, who had been chased all afternoon: “…” Mark held my hand and nuzzled his face in my palm. “Sister-in-law, can you take me in for a night? I can sleep on the sofa, I won’t cause trouble.” I nodded understandingly. “Of course.” Liam: “?!” Mark changed shoes and entered the house. He looked up and saw the skimpy lingerie on the bed. His expression became ferocious for a moment. I followed his gaze and explained shyly: “Your brother bought them, said to celebrate tonight…” My voice stopped abruptly, as if realizing I had said too much. With a somewhat shy expression, I complained in a low voice: “Your brother always buys these useless things, won’t listen no matter what I say.” Liam hid in the wardrobe without saying a word, just looking at the ceiling speechlessly. Looking like he wanted to have a hearty battle with the clothes rail above. I gathered those few pieces of lingerie, opened the wardrobe door, and threw them in. That white lace nightgown floated lightly onto Liam’s face. The moment I opened the wardrobe door, Liam died a little inside. He clasped his hands together at me, looking helpless and begging. Mark stood by the wardrobe, talking to me through the narrow wardrobe door. “Will my brother come back tonight?” I shook my head: “I don’t know either. Why don’t you call and ask him?” Liam’s expression was full of horror. Mark nodded thoughtfully. He took out his phone and dialed Liam’s number. The next second, Liam’s phone rang inside the wardrobe… Mark’s eyes narrowed slightly, staring dangerously at the wardrobe. “Sister-in-law, my brother’s phone seems to be ringing.” “Can I look in the wardrobe?” 4 I raised my hand before Mark and closed the wardrobe. “Your brother left his phone at home. If it’s urgent, why not call his assistant first.” Liam breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had walked through the gates of hell, covered in cold sweat. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. If he hadn’t hidden in the first place, there would still be a chance to explain. Now suddenly coming out of the wardrobe, Mark wouldn’t believe anything he said. Liam hated me so much his teeth itched. He messaged me frantically. [Make Mark leave quickly!] [Make him leave! Make him leave now!] [Chloe, you vicious woman, I won’t let you off when I get out!] [You want to drive a wedge between us brothers, right? Hehe, it’s useless.] [Chloe, you will pay for what you did today!] I glanced at the phone with a fake smile, then turned to the wardrobe again. “Mark, do you want to change into pajamas?” Liam’s face was livid, his heart in his throat. [Sorry, I spoke without thinking just now, don’t take it to heart.] [Don’t open the wardrobe door again, I beg you.] [Chloe, do you want to ruin our family?] The phone kept ringing. I frowned impatiently and replied. [Brother, you’re a bit noisy, I’m setting do not disturb.] [Chloe!!] When Liam sent this message, my phone didn’t make any notification sound. Liam’s face was ashen. He had no choice but to transfer money to my card. The SMS notification of the bank transfer sounded like heavenly music in my ears. I walked away from the wardrobe with kindness. I took a new set of men’s pajamas from a shopping bag on the side and handed it to Mark. “I suddenly remembered I bought a new set this afternoon, you should wear this one.” Mark glanced thoughtfully at the wardrobe and whispered thank you to me. “Sister-in-law, I don’t want to sow discord, I just think my brother seems irresponsible. Leaving his girlfriend alone at home so late, going out without his phone, as if afraid you’ll check up on him. Who knows what he’s doing outside in the middle of the night.” “If I had a girlfriend, I definitely wouldn’t treat her like that. I would definitely report to her all the time so she wouldn’t be uneasy.” “Sister-in-law, your ex-boyfriend must have done that too, right?” Mark secretly peeked at me, the little thoughts in his eyes unable to be held back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, hearing him mention “ex-boyfriend,” my expression became trance-like for a moment. I looked up at him, then quickly looked away. My eyes were slightly red, but I forced a relaxed smile. “My ex-boyfriend was indeed very attentive, I felt very safe with him.” Mark instinctively wanted to wipe my tears. Hand raised halfway, he realized his identity was different from before. Doing so was inappropriate. He lowered his hand stiffly and asked hoarsely: “Since your ex-boyfriend was so good, why did you break up with him?” Mark stared at me with teary eyes, insisting on hearing my answer. I wiped the tears from my face and said: “He was good, but I wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t make him trust me wholeheartedly, couldn’t give him a sense of security.” “When he was with me, he always held back, even tried his best to hide many things from me. Being with me, he would be in pain. Separating might be the best choice for us.” Mark turned his head away, his voice choked and trembling. “If… if he came back to find you, would you still be with him?” I hesitated for a moment, then smiled with relief. “Forget it. I hope he meets a good girl who makes him let down his guard. I hope he’s happy.” Mark could no longer hold back his tears. He turned his back to me, sobbing until his shoulders trembled. I asked knowingly. “What’s wrong?” Mark shook his head. “My rhinitis is acting up, it’s nothing.” He wiped his tears indiscriminately and said: “It’s late, sister-in-law, go to sleep early.” Mark picked up the blanket beside him and walked to the living room. I turned off the light and went back to bed. Liam made sure Mark had gone far before coming out of the wardrobe. Mark was in the living room. Liam couldn’t stay or leave. Liam’s face was extremely ugly. He locked the bedroom door, then came over and shook me awake. Liam grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the bed. Too many things happened today. Before today, Liam never thought anyone would dare punch him in the face, and for stealing love at that. And the person who hit him was his own brother. Liam laughed in extreme anger. “Chloe, had enough fun?” Liam used a lot of strength, my wrist hurt from his grip. “You’re hurting me.” Liam glared at me with a fake smile. “You should be glad I didn’t kill you.” Liam’s tone was too fierce. I looked at him pitifully, tears falling uncooperatively. “Liam Sterling, is it because in your eyes, a motherless child like me is particularly easy to bully? People around me say orphans like me won’t have anyone stand up for them even if bullied to death.” “You forbid me to like Mark, forbid me to date him, forbid me to get angry or lose my temper, and now you hurt me, and you forbid me to even complain.” Liam frowned tightly, uncomfortable with my crying. He let go and saw my wrist was red from his pinch. I murmured: “I clearly didn’t want anything. I just wanted a small home, wanted someone to like me, wanted someone to protect me.” Liam stood silently with a gloomy face. He sighed helplessly and sat on the edge of the bed as if resigning to fate. He couldn’t stand seeing me cry anymore and quickly changed the subject. “Does your wrist hurt badly? Need to go to the hospital?” I shook my head. “Just rub it and it’ll be fine.” Liam sighed deeply and reached out to rub my swollen wrist. “It hurts… be gentle.” Liam frowned, as if annoyed by my fussiness. “How about this? Better?” I nodded: “You can go deeper.” Liam: “…That’s called pressing harder.” When I wanted to say something dirty again, Liam interrupted me impatiently. “Shut up, bear it even if it hurts! You deserve it!” After speaking, seeing me looking at him dully, he realized his words were too harsh. He awkwardly compensated: “It’s my first time doing this kind of thing. It’s inevitable not to do it well. Bear with me.” I nodded. “As long as you’re enjoying yourself, I’ll bear with it.” Liam’s frown never relaxed. He felt my words were very wrong, but thinking about it carefully, they seemed to make sense. Correcting every word would make him seem too petty. Liam simply stopped thinking about it and concentrated on treating the injury on my wrist. He turned his back to the bedroom door. The light seeping in from under the door was half blocked by someone else’s shadow. Mark stared at the closed and locked door in front of him, silent for a long time. My and Liam’s voices faintly reached his ears through the door panel. The cigarette between Mark’s fingers had burned out, the scarlet fire scorching his skin red, but he was unaware. After a long time, Mark came back to his senses. He revealed a bitter smile and murmured in a low voice: “What right do I have to be jealous?” “It’s the path I chose myself, who can I blame…”

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In the third year of being kept by Liam Sterling, I got pregnant. Lying in his arms, I asked, “Do you want a child?” He looked at me with disdain. “No, I hate kids.” “I’m with a man, why would I want a child?” “I will never have children in my life.” Disappointed, I hid the ultrasound report. He didn’t know that intersex people could get pregnant too. To keep the child, I ran away. While I was nursing my pregnancy in a rental apartment, Liam smashed the door open, his eyes red as he questioned me: “We have a child, such a joyous thing, why did you hide it from me?” 1 Liam was excessively rough tonight. Fierce beyond reason. The cause was a party he took me to earlier in the evening. At the party, someone offered me a drink. Not knowing his true intentions and thinking he was Liam’s friend, I chatted with him for a bit. I took the drink and was about to sip it. Liam appeared just in time and splashed the drink on the guy’s face. Only then did I know the drink was drugged. “Baby, you drink whatever anyone hands you?” “I saw you chatting so happily with him. What were you talking about?” “Were you going to leave with him?” “Hmm? Answer me.” Liam wasn’t rushing, thrusting with each question. My hands gripped the sheets tightly. I couldn’t form a complete sentence. Tears soaked my cheeks. Liam wiped them away, kissed my lips, and asked, “Why are you crying?” “If I hadn’t been watching, do you know what would have happened to you tonight?” A flash of ruthlessness passed through his eyes. Actually, I was scared too. But also very wronged. I turned my head and defended myself, “I thought he was your friend.” “People at these gatherings are not easily offended.” Liam chuckled lightly and turned my chin to face him. “You belong to Liam Sterling. You don’t need to fear offending anyone.” “Understood?” I nodded slightly. Liam lowered his head to kiss me as a reward. The kiss traveled down from my collarbone. The coldness was wrapped in heat. Liam suddenly looked up in surprise, “Baby, do you feel they’ve gotten bigger recently?” I closed my eyes in shame. Liam noticed it after all. Will he be disgusted? My already abnormal body had started undergoing some strange changes recently. I asked nervously in a small voice, “Do… do you not like it?” He turned up the lights and examined me carefully. Uncomfortable under his scrutiny, I curled my toes. He suddenly reached out. I gasped. He looked up, smiling ambiguously, “Baby, who said I didn’t like it?” “Our Zhen really gives surprises.” 2 When I woke up the next day, Liam had already left for work. My T-shirt rubbed against the swollen skin on my chest. It hurt. My legs were sore as if I had run an 800-meter race. I lay on the bed, not wanting to move. I opened my phone and scrolled randomly. A local news item popped up on the homepage. The young master of a certain group was arrested for suspected illegal activities. Looking closely at the photo, wasn’t this the guy who offered me a drink last night? It was obvious Liam was behind this. Whenever this happens, I get the illusion that Liam loves me. But I know clearly. He doesn’t. He just hates others coveting his things. Even if it’s just a thought without action, it’s not allowed. Like a pet, I am his possession. When Liam came home from work, he scooped me into his arms. When his hand touched a certain spot, I grunted. Liam: “Does it hurt a lot?” I nodded. Liam turned up the AC temperature and commanded: “The fabric of your clothes is too rough. Take it off.” I refused to move. He doesn’t really care about me. It’s just to satisfy his bad taste. He said slowly, “Do you want me to help you personally?” Reluctantly, I took it off. Liam stared at me with burning eyes. I turned my back to him awkwardly. A minute later, he held my shoulders and turned me around. He held a tube of ointment: “Applying medicine for you.” The process was tormenting and slow. Finally, it ended, and I was sweating all over. Just as I wanted to get up, a wave of nausea hit me. I rushed to the toilet. Retched for a while but nothing came out. Liam followed, pulled out a tissue to wipe my mouth: “Ate something bad?” “Probably.” At night, Liam just simply held me to sleep. Thinking of the recent body changes, I became more and more panicked and uneasy. I didn’t eat anything bad. But recently I always felt nauseous. The next day, I went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor calmly told me: You are pregnant. This news was like a bolt from the blue, leaving me stunned on the spot. Couldn’t move a muscle. The doctor said solemnly: “Early pregnancy, intercourse is dangerous.” Walking out of the hospital, my steps were unsteady. I am a man. I actually got pregnant. Can intersex people get pregnant too? I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Laughing and laughing, tears flowed out. I really am becoming more and more like a monster. 3 Liam came home before getting off work. He pushed open the bedroom door hurriedly: “Yu Zhen, did you go to the hospital? Where are you uncomfortable?” I poked my head out of the quilt and replied: “Gastroenteritis, the doctor prescribed medicine.” Liam frowned and took out his phone: “I’ll ask the family doctor to come and have a look.” I quickly stopped him: “I’m fine, I’m sleepy, want to sleep.” Liam took a shower and got into bed to hold me. His warm hand rubbed my belly gently. A pang of sorrow in my heart. What if Liam knew I was pregnant? I dare not tell him. After all, we are in an improper relationship. I was raised by my grandma. Since birth, my parents said I was a monster, neither male nor female. Grandma didn’t despise me, raised me up, and supported my schooling. She held the thin me and said pityingly: “Our Zhen is not a child without promise.” I was diligent and hardworking in my studies. Swearing to make something of myself in the future and repay Grandma well. But in my sophomore year, Grandma suddenly fell seriously ill. Surgery and follow-up treatment required a huge sum of money. I found my parents, they were traveling with my healthy and normal younger brother. Seeing me, Dad took a few steps back. Impatiently said: “We don’t have that much money, figure it out yourself.” “Your grandma raised you so big, it’s time for you to repay her.” To earn money, I did various part-time jobs. Tutoring, handing out flyers, delivering food. Finally found out that being a waiter in a clubhouse makes money fast. Because when rich people are happy, they give a lot of tips. But even if they are happy, they won’t treat us as human beings. That night shift. I was dragged into an empty private room by a pot-bellied middle-aged man. When he tried to force his dirty thing into my mouth. Liam broke in and beat the guy to a pulp. His friend joked: “What a hero saving the beauty.” “Liam, weren’t you looking for a man to piss off your old man? I think this one is quite suitable.” Liam looked down at me and asked: “Will you follow me?” I shook my head vigorously. “One million a month.” My eyes widened instantly. Grandma couldn’t wait any longer. With one million. She could have the surgery and stay in a better ward. I nodded. 4 Liam paid quickly. The money arrived the next day. Our first time was at Liam’s house. I dawdled in the shower, unwilling to come out. I was afraid he would regret it after seeing my body. Would make me return the one million. While I was lost and bewildered in the bathroom, Liam pushed the door open impatiently. I hurriedly covered myself. But Liam saw it. His gaze was surprised and inquiring. “You…” I apologized frantically: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you.” “That one million, can I pay back in installments…” In desperation, I grabbed a piece of clothing to cover myself. Putting it on, I realized it was Liam’s white shirt. His gaze lingered on my white legs. Adam’s apple bobbed. “Take it off.” … Liam didn’t despise me, didn’t think I was a monster. On the contrary, he caressed me like a treasure. He always said my body was beautiful. Besides the monthly one million, I often received expensive gifts from him. I was overwhelmed by the favor. Unable to repay, I could only be very cooperative with him every time. This went on for three years. I went from a college student to a full-time manga artist. Along the way, Liam has always been helping and encouraging me. We are much like the loving couple in my manga. But I know the gap between us is like heaven and earth. Someone like me only deserves to stay by his side as a canary. Now that I’m pregnant, what should I do? Abort it? 5 Pregnancy symptoms became more obvious. Besides lethargy and vomiting. Changes in certain parts became bigger. I was uncomfortable, so Liam only held me to sleep recently. But his hands were not honest. “Baby, why did they get bigger again?” His expression turned serious, staring at me: “Hmm?” “Did you take any medicine?” “No random intake.” “Did you hear me?” I nodded repeatedly. I didn’t take any medicine. The doctor said this is a normal reaction to pregnancy. And different changes will occur with the pregnancy. I struggled every day. To my surprise, apart from the initial panic and uneasiness. I started talking to the little life in my belly. This is my child. Apart from Grandma, the person closest to me in this world. I started looking forward to its arrival. I was uncomfortable these days, so Liam turned down social engagements. Came home early every day to accompany me. He is so good to me, maybe he will accept this child? I planned to probe him indirectly after he came home. Unfortunately, he called me saying he had a social engagement he couldn’t push tonight. I was used to him holding me to sleep. He wasn’t here tonight, I tossed and turned. Took out my phone to scroll through Moments, just happened to see a video. Caption: Someone rekindling old romance with their white moonlight! This person is Liam’s friend, added me at a gathering once. In the video, Liam was talking to a man I hadn’t seen before. That man looked noble, smiling brightly. His brows and eyes looked a bit like mine at first glance. What does rekindling old romance mean? I watched the video twice. When preparing to watch the third time, found the video deleted. Liam came home at 2 AM. Smelling of alcohol. After showering, he scooped me into his arms as usual. I pretended to be asleep. My lips were lightly touched by Liam’s.

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Drunk at a dinner party, I called out “Hubby” to my boss. Colleagues teased: “Crazy for chasing the boss.” The boss scolded me with a cold face: “If you can’t control your mouth, why drink?” In the brief silence. The most difficult client sitting opposite sneered. “She’s calling me.” “Why are you so excited?” 1 I chased Liam Ford from college all the way into his company to be his assistant. Everyone knew I liked Liam. When delivering documents, I heard people inside teasing him. “Chloe Vance, such a socialite, humbling herself to be your assistant. Are you really willing?” Liam “tsked.” “She insisted on coming, what could I do?” The others laughed. “True, she always liked sticking to you.” “Hasn’t changed after all these years.” “But Liam, do you really not plan to be with Chloe?” “She probably dreams of being with you.” “Last time her family arranged a blind date for her, you asked us to drink late at night. I thought you cared about her.” As soon as this sentence was finished. Liam suddenly seemed angry, his voice becoming very cold. “Just a clingy nuisance, what would I care about?” Outside the door, my hand, ready to knock, slowly dropped. I grabbed the handle directly and pushed the door open. The people inside were stunned for a moment by my intrusion. But only for a moment. Soon they smiled again as if nothing had happened: “Assistant Vance, here to deliver breakfast to Liam again?” The daily unshakeable breakfast delivery. Liam didn’t even lift his head, as if he had already expected what I would do. He just casually nodded his chin towards me. “Put it on the table.” But I shook my head. Putting the documents in my hand together with the resignation letter on the table. “Not breakfast.” “It’s my resignation letter.” “Check it, Mr. Ford.” 2 Several people were dumbfounded. They swarmed forward, and after reading the text on the letter clearly, asked in disbelief: “No, Chloe, are you serious?” Liam finally frowned and looked up. He looked at me. “What kind of tantrum is this?” I pushed the resignation letter towards him. “I’m resigning.” “The electronic version has also been sent to your email, remember to check.” Liam glanced at the letter on the table and asked somewhat impatiently: “Just because I made you work overtime for a while yesterday?” I shook my head: “No.” “I just don’t want to do it anymore.” Liam’s face finally sank bit by bit. When I turned to leave, he stopped me. “Chloe.” “If you leave now, don’t ever think about coming back to me.” Like a threat, and like a warning. I didn’t even turn back. “Couldn’t ask for more.” The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point. When pushing the door to leave, there were cautious probing voices behind me. “Liam, she’s just throwing a tantrum, don’t take it to heart…” “Yeah, you know how much she likes you, right?” “Maybe she’ll regret it this afternoon and clamor to come back…” Liam stared dead at the closed door and sneered. “Who cares about her.” 3 I threw away all the useless things in the company. In the end, nothing was left. Looking at the empty workstation, I wanted to laugh a little. I recalled the anonymous video I received last night when I was kept working overtime at the company. In the brightly lit private room, Liam hugged a stunning beauty, listening carelessly to the discussions of the people around him. “Is Chloe really obediently staying at Liam’s company doing hard labor right now?” “I think Liam has methods. Such a socialite, how long has it been since she attended our gatherings?” Indeed. Chasing Liam for so many years, I, a wealthy daughter, worked like a horse for him. As long as he opened his mouth, I was willing to work overtime and socialize for him, suffering from a body full of pain. In the end, I only got a joke from his brothers. “Looking at it this way, Chloe really looks like the most obedient dog around Liam.” And he raised his glass and shook it gently aside, not denying it. Even chuckled. “What are you saying?” “She’s the only one around me like a dog, where does ‘most’ come from?” Causing a burst of laughter around. At that moment, I felt like someone poured a basin of cold water on me from head to toe. Very cold. But also seemed to sober up instantly. Thinking about it, I silently took out my phone and dug out the blind date arranged by my family some time ago from my contacts. Heard he is a top-notch person. It’s just that my heart was full of Liam before, dragging on meeting, and wanted to ruin the blind date. Now… Although it seems a bit immoral. But as everyone knows, the best way to get rid of the previous relationship completely—is to start the next one. I tapped the screen lightly. [Can we meet tomorrow?] Didn’t expect the other side to reply almost instantly. [Okay.] 4 The blind date was very gentlemanly. Proactively stated time set by me, place arranged by him. It’s just that when my parents mentioned the blind date before, I didn’t listen to a word. Leading to my current ignorance of this blind date’s information. Arriving at the appointed place early, I hesitated outside the door. What if I don’t recognize him later, will it be awkward? Just pacing back and forth, accidentally bumped into someone. I looked up. Entering my view was a well-tailored suit. Further up, was a face with features so exquisite it was outrageous. And the owner of this face was looking at me with a gentle expression. “Why not go in?” His thin lips that looked particularly kissable opened and closed with the rhythm of speaking… I swallowed subconsciously. And quickly realized my loss of composure. Because I knew this person. Julian Thorne. A famous tycoon in the circle. I saw him countless times among the targets and objects of Liam’s company. But it was said he was ruthless, merciless, and extremely hard to approach. Cooperation never succeeded once. I retreated repeatedly to make way for him. “Sorry sorry, I was waiting for someone, got a bit distracted, really sorry, you go in first…” Result the person in front chuckled lightly. “Miss Vance.” I looked up in surprise. How did he know my surname? His eyes were smiling. “Is there a possibility that the person you are waiting for is me?” 5 I was shocked. My family only said they introduced me to a particularly good blind date. But I never dared to think it would be a figure of Julian’s level. Until sitting face to face with Julian in the private room he arranged. I kept smiling on the surface. Hands under the table frantically messaged my mom. [The blind date you arranged for me is Julian Thorne?] [Is our family status already able to marry him?] [Did you guys secretly make it big behind my back?] My mom replied with question marks instantly. [?] [What are you saying daughter? Dreaming in broad daylight?] [Arranged is a distant nephew of Julian Thorne.] [Did your aunt not explain clearly to you?] I glanced at the man opposite smiling at me. Could there be a second face this good-looking in the world? Meeting his gaze. I couldn’t pretend to be busy anymore. Could only stammer. “That…” “Excuse me, are you… Mr. Julian Thorne?” He nodded, then smiled apologetically. “Yes.” “My bad, haven’t introduced myself yet.” “Hello Miss Vance, I am Julian Thorne, your blind date this time, honored to meet you.” Concise self-introduction. Just completely different from the information my mom gave me. I was messy. “But, the blind date arranged for me… isn’t…” Julian raised an eyebrow. Picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip. “That kid isn’t good enough for you.” “So I came.” He looked up at me. “What’s wrong?” “Does Miss Vance prefer him?” I was stunned. The way he spoke… Why did it seem like he knew me well? My heart was beating fast. But Julian remained calm, a pair of quiet and deep eyes staring at me unblinkingly, the meaning of expecting an answer was quite obvious. I had to bite the bullet and speak. “Of course not… I don’t even know him.” He chuckled lightly. “Then I substitute for him, it doesn’t matter, right?” I swallowed. “No…” Of course it doesn’t matter to me. No matter how you look at it, he’s the one losing out, right? But Julian seemed very happy because of my answer. He took out a thick resume from somewhere, got up and bent over, putting it in front of me. “That’s good.” “This is my personal resume, written with some of my basic information, hobbies and specialties, position and salary, and personal assets. Miss Vance can take a look.” “To be honest with Miss Vance, I came to this blind date with the purpose of marriage.” “My social circle has no opposite sex, I can guarantee absolute loyalty to marriage, and after marriage I will do everything promised before marriage, gifting all personal property unconditionally.” “I won’t impose any pressure on my other half, she enjoys absolute freedom under the premise of not divorcing.” “If Miss Vance is fairly satisfied with my conditions, I hope my wish…” After saying this long string, he suddenly paused. Those beautiful eyes started discharging electricity at me again. “Can be considered.” Julian’s voice was originally warm and magnetic, that handsome face that people couldn’t look away from was still staring at me unblinkingly. I was really a bit confused. Floating on air. Is this my fantasy after being driven crazy by Liam? Hand under the table, pinched my thigh hard. Hiss. So painful! Not a dream. Maybe my expression became more and more dull. Until laughter spread in Julian’s eyes, I realized I lost composure again. Hurriedly picked up the cup for a tactical drink. Then spoke pretending to be calm. “Mr. Thorne.” “You mean… do you want to marry me?” He looked at me. Nodded very seriously. “Yes.” “Miss Vance, I hope to have this honor, to become your husband.” 6 His attitude was clear and firm. I was truly at a loss. Since when did blind dates lead to marriage immediately? The object was Julian… This man whom I felt was always unreachable before. Sat opposite me so sincerely and gently. Saying he wanted to be my husband. I still found it unbelievable. “But… why me?” He seemed to have guessed I would ask this. Leaned back calmly, tilting his head. “For a lady like Miss Vance whose character and appearance are one in a million, does wanting to marry you need a reason?” After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at me with a smile. His tone and demeanor were simply too serious. Making me a bit embarrassed instead. I touched my nose. “But aren’t your conditions better?” Julian paused for two seconds, rarely. Looked straight into my eyes. “Then does Miss Vance think I am good?” I froze. Swallowed subconsciously. Silently looked at the table full of dishes completely suiting my taste, obviously prepared with care. I wanted to say just now. I only asked him out so late yesterday. A meal today could actually study my taste preferences so meticulously. At least as a blind date, he was extremely sincere. Treating people was not at all cold and ruthless as rumored. Plus his own pile of god-tier hardware and software conditions… Who would think he is not good? I hesitated for a moment. “You…” “Are pretty good.” Julian was visibly happy again, lowered his head and chuckled twice. Pushed that resume towards me. “Then want to try with me?” Realizing he meant marriage. I subconsciously escaped inside. This step hadn’t appeared in my life plan yet. But the emotion revealed by Julian was really too sincere. I also wanted to be as honest as possible. “We can try getting in touch first.” “After all, marriage… is it a bit too fast?” Hearing my answer, a flash of dimness passed through his eyes. But quickly covered by him. Nodded very obediently. “Okay, listen to you.” 7 After eating, Julian asked his assistant to arrange a driver to send me back. Overhearing the conversation between the assistant and him on the way, I learned that at the time point I asked him for dinner, there was actually a quite important international meeting. I felt so guilty instantly. “Did I delay your meeting? Sorry, I didn’t know…” Julian waved his hand to comfort me. “What does it matter?” “It can be held anytime.” Although his tone was calm, everything told me it didn’t matter. But I still felt very sorry. Seeing me a bit down, Julian actually bent down, put his face in front of me, and blinked. “Besides, how can a meeting be as important as marrying a wife?” “After all, you asked me out, which is not a good thing that can be encountered often.” His face was very close to me. Close enough that I could see his long and dense eyelashes fluttering. And in those unbelievably good-looking eyes, filled with me. At this moment, I could even hear the sound of my heart beating faster and faster. “Julian…” Maybe seeing my unnatural expression. Julian’s ear roots also turned slightly red. He slowly pulled away the distance from me again. “Cough…” “Then I’ll go busy first.” Farewell was hasty. And when he turned and walked away with long legs, his steps seemed a bit… uncoordinated. I watched his back, slowly rolled up the car window. There was an unspeakable happiness in my heart. It seems… I actually like getting along with Julian very much. Until evening. Julian probably just finished work, sent me a message. It was a picture of the bright moon hanging high, looked like just taken. I quickly replied: [So beautiful.] He replied faster. [Yes, seeing it makes me think of you.] Think of me? My face felt inexplicably hot. [Are you always this good at flirting?] He looked like an honest man. [Just said what I thought of.] [Does this count as flirting?] This person… How can he always say words that make people blush and heart beat so seriously? I was thinking about how to reply. A new message popped up opposite. [Free to have dinner together tomorrow?] I hardly hesitated. [Yes.]

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Six years after breaking up with Julian Thorne, I died from an illness caused by overworking, leaving behind our five-year-old daughter. Julian, devastated, handled my funeral. He raised our daughter with spoiling love and care. But our daughter always resented him for my death and even ran away from home with a gold-digger boyfriend. The System had no choice but to recall me. “Every time she causes trouble, she uses you, her dead mother, as a shield.” “Hurry back and set her straight.” “Your stay is limited, so hurry up.” 1 The living room was a mess. Porcelain shards littered the floor, and tea stains spread across the carpet. The girl in the center was still looking for things to smash. Julian stood in the entryway. His back slightly bent, eyelids lowered, taking a deep breath. “Are you done venting?” He said. “Put on your shoes, don’t cut your feet. I’ll have someone clean up.” The girl’s face visibly flushed red again. “I don’t need you to care! What right do you have to manage me!” “Because I am your biological father.” “You didn’t even marry my mom, who recognizes you?” “…That guy is no good. He can’t give you a good life.” “Hilarious. You were bankrupt when you were with my mom. Now you look down on others?” “I just didn’t have money back then, not lack of ability.” “Right, you’re capable. Did she enjoy a day of blessing from you?” Silence fell. Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times. Head lowered, he adjusted his cuffs helplessly. The girl stepped over the shards and ran upstairs. Stopped at the turn of the stairs. Maliciously, she spoke again. “My mom broke up with you even when she was pregnant. How good could you be?” Julian raised his bloodshot eyes. “I didn’t know she was pregnant with you!” “If you knew, you wouldn’t have borrowed money to invest?” She enunciated every word. “Stop pretending to be affectionate.” The servants were silent as cicadas in winter. Julian walked to the center of the living room and sat on the sofa. Arms resting on his knees, looking around at the mess. Bullet comments flashed before my eyes. [Bringing up the past as soon as they argue, Julian really has no moves left.] [Lily knows exactly where to stab to hurt the most.] [With this mental state, I feel she has a psychological disorder.] [Normal. Julian was almost breaking down when he collected the heroine’s body. Lily was only five then, watching her own mom vomit blood and die, definitely traumatized.] [Where’s the heroine? Didn’t they say she’s resurrected? Why haven’t I seen anyone?] [Heard she’s still a ghost.] [Reshaping the body takes time, just wait.] So much happened in these eleven years. A massive amount of information impacted my mind. I recalled the girl just now in disbelief. Silver hair, tube top, low-rise cargo pants. Obvious lip piercing, and seemed to have a tattoo on her waist. Sixteen years old? My daughter? Lily Thorne, you really need a slap in the face. The System ran back and forth in my mind. “She just got caught running away from home with a gold-digger boyfriend.” “Luckily she wasn’t tricked into pregnancy.” “If she got pregnant, this NPC would completely collapse. My points would be deducted to zero!” “Think of a way to straighten her out. My year-end bonus depends on you!” Making it hard for a ghost? I didn’t say a word. Floated to Julian’s side and sat down. Sixteen or seventeen years have passed since we broke up. You’re old. I said in my heart. Didn’t expect you to still be so handsome in your forties. Indeed, an old Ferrari is still a Ferrari. Julian pressed his brow. Took out his wallet and pulled a photo halfway out. … I was slightly stunned. It was a two-inch ID photo with a blue background. Used for submitting resumes after graduation. Wearing a suit from the photo shop. Smile stiff, photoshopped deadly white. Consciousness dissipated for too long; I almost forgot what I looked like when I was young. I thought it was ugly and should have disposed of the unused ones. Don’t know where this one came from. Over the years, the photo had blurred a lot. Only the eyebrows and mouth were still somewhat clear. Julian touched the face in my photo. The phone suddenly popped up a call. He slowly put away the wallet and calmly started talking about business. I floated up and circled him a few times. Things in the past had their difficulties. He wasn’t wrong, and neither was I. I stopped blaming him long ago. 2 Julian came from a Hong Kong merchant family. He was a rich young master when he was young. It’s just that his father went bankrupt, and he had to make a living himself. If not for this, he wouldn’t have met me. Wouldn’t have been chased and caught by me relentlessly. Wouldn’t have squeezed into a tiny rental apartment with me. I was 22 when I met Julian. Just graduated. Sending resumes everywhere in the talent market. Couldn’t find a job. Had to look at the long line of applicants, thinking about which bubble tea shop was better to work at. But Julian was different. He was very popular. Luxury counters and high-end sales positions fought over him. There were also some livestreaming positions and bar waiter jobs trying to squeeze in. It took Julian half a day to escape the crowd. I kindly went to help him avoid pitfalls. Sales is tiring, luxury counters are competitive. Livestreaming and bars trick people into shady business. Don’t go to any of them. If asked, say they contacted me too, and I know the inside story. Julian listened to me patiently. Then said, he wasn’t looking for a job. … I knew it. Wearing this old-school custom suit, he didn’t look short of money at a glance. Didn’t expect. That night I saw him being kicked out of an office building by security. He sat under a tree, slowly patting the dust off his clothes. Later I learned he was seeking investment. Seeking investment, finding talent, cultivating an unknown team. Many said he was a madman. Including my boss. Julian was too good-looking. I thought about getting close to him and introducing him to rich ladies. Then I could definitely get a big, big red packet. Heard someone did this. A rich lady wanted to keep him with a Maserati. An intermediary came to persuade him to sell himself. Resulted in eating a punch from Julian, getting a black eye. I started paying attention to Julian. His actions were very regular. People around occasionally mentioned him with mockery. Fragments plus action trajectory could piece together what he did and who he met. During a carefully arranged encounter. He came out of the office building where I worked. Obviously, seeking investment failed again. Too many “chance encounters,” we were familiar with each other. He recognized me and nodded politely. I treated him to a glass of draft beer. Then said, I thought he could make it. After all, the bosses only mocked him for wanting to take a radical path in a conservative market. Never said his eye for products was bad. Julian’s polite and gentle expression froze. Lifted his bloodshot eyes, staring at me motionless. Corners of his mouth trembled. Before lowering his eyelids and forcing a bitter smile. Drank a bit too much that night. Life taught me to strike quickly and grab everything I wanted. Even failure wouldn’t lose anything. So borrowing the courage from alcohol, I kissed him in the alley. Julian’s back pressed against the alley bricks, frozen. He was at a loss, very embarrassed. Maybe felt I was offensive. But he started adding me to his social circle. Introducing me to others, from shyly teasing me as “talent scout.” To serious “friend.” Finally becoming “my lover.” I was satisfied to have him in my bag. He was a qualified lover. Loyal, patient, unruly, a bit machismo. Cohabiting for two and a half years, never let me spend a penny. But what made us quarrel and part ways in the end was also money. Julian disregarded his life when he acted. Could bet his entire net worth on one choice. When the team he favored officially started financing. He mortgaged all his remaining fixed assets in Hong Kong for cash. Plus borrowed money, exchanged for more than eight million. Invested all into the market. During this period, he made many similar investments. Just not heavily invested. He also didn’t ask me for money, so I had no reason to object. But this time it was eight million. He was 27. I had also been working for two and a half years. Knowing what a figure in the millions meant for ordinary people. I wanted to ask him to be more cautious. Ask him to consider our future. … And I was pregnant. I didn’t say this sentence. Because Julian’s expression was too cold. Too stubborn. On the table was the money he borrowed from former friends. And loan certificates from the bank. A few thin sheets of paper, pressed under the ledger. Julian sank into the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another. I choked and wanted to cry. “Can you not smoke?” He put out the cigarette and went to rinse his mouth. I grabbed his sleeve tightly. “Carrying so much debt, have you considered me?” “That check in the room is for you.” He lowered his eyelids. Emotionlessly, wiped away my tears with his thumb. “Following me, you don’t need to carry debt. If you want to leave, that money counts as my compensation to you.” Maybe pregnancy makes one easily break down. I started screaming in disbelief. “Do I want your money? Have you ever thought about what if you don’t succeed? Will you commit suicide?” “I will succeed.” “So many times before, which time did you bring back good results?” Julian pursed his lips tight, looking at me. The light in his eyes seemed to go out. Half disappointment, half relief. He gently brushed away my hand and turned his back. The smell of smoke rose again. He leaned sideways against the wall, back bent wearily. Simple white shirt and suit pants, worn nobly. His back blurred in my eyes. I knew he would succeed. But didn’t know how many times he would fail before succeeding. Also didn’t know if I could last until the day he succeeded. He was ambitious. And I wanted a stable life. Not on the same path, we would separate sooner or later. I wiped my tears and went to pack my clothes. Counted everything I could take away. Walked towards the door. Julian suddenly called me. Rarely, a bit incoherent. He said, “A few days ago… a friend of mine said he saw you go to the hospital.” I touched my stomach. The test strip result was only a faint gray double line, uncertain. So I went to the hospital to confirm the pregnancy. He didn’t know. I originally wanted to tell him tonight. Then we could have a good talk about the future. I said softly. “Nothing, endocrine disorder, prescribed some medicine.” Suitcase wheels rolling. “Chloe!” He called me. Lips moved, then said. “I remember that suitcase is broken.” I didn’t respond. His retention was too euphemistic. So I had the right not to understand. I packed a few clothes and moved out that night. Didn’t take the check he gave. Didn’t take anything related. Every penny might be his future retreat. This was my last kindness. No contact after separation. That year at 25. I gave birth to Lily, still drifting in Beijing. Her arrival brought me good luck. In the next four years, I kept getting raises. Salary enough for me to move into a slightly larger rental in the East City, and still have savings. I didn’t pay attention to financial news. Until Julian’s face frequently appeared in short videos, I realized. He indeed succeeded. That eight million investment leveraged everything. His net worth skyrocketed, and he began to redeem assets in Hong Kong one after another. We were all moving in a good direction. Thought I could raise Lily smoothly. Then let her choose whether to see her biological father. Things went contrary to wishes. Long-term accompanying dinner parties, I drank a lot of alcohol. Alcohol caused problems in my body quickly. After drinking once, the sink was dyed red by the blood I vomited. Premonition before death. Too late. I didn’t call 911, nor the police. Because I wasn’t sure who the police would give custody of Lily to after I died. I wasn’t assured leaving her to my parents. Even less hoped she would be sent to an orphanage. So while vomiting blood, I dialed Julian’s number. Didn’t even finish that call. Just reported the community unit. Before losing consciousness, I felt pity. Pity dying at home instead of the company. Couldn’t get compensation. Lily cried loudly by my leg. I heard Julian’s voice. Panicked, hoarse, and broken. “Chloe Vance!” He was calling me. “I’m coming right away, you can’t hang up!” Vaguely heard him choking. All sounds faded away. I thought he would take good care of Lily. He did take good care. Raised her into whatever. Spoiled into lawlessness. When I come back, I’ll slap her. Bullet comments suddenly covered the sky, dense and invisible. [Holy crap holy crap, what is Lily Thorne doing!] [Want to escape prison shouldn’t jump off building damn it] [That dead mother phoenix man is still tricking her to secretly transfer dad’s money!] [Anyone with a brain wouldn’t jump from the third floor right?] [Break a leg then, taken away by phoenix man exploited completely, honest at home] [Where’s the butler, servants, no one found the miss climbing the window?] I floated to the third floor. Thanks to wall-passing skills, found her quickly. She hesitated by the window. Even with the green belt as a buffer, injury was inevitable. “Too high, have to think of other ways.” She was on the phone, rubbing her head irritably. The person on the other side answered quickly. “Okay, no rush. Your dad shouldn’t have cut off your card yet, right? Need to prepare early.” “Cut off long ago. It’s okay, I know what to do, don’t worry about money. You book the hotel and tickets first.” “…Lily,” the man smiled bitterly, “Booking a hotel will max out my card, you book the ticket yourself.” “I’ll transfer to you.” “Sorry, letting you burden this little money.” “Take it and cut the crap.” Anger rose from my heart. Wanted not to look at her to calm down, turned head, saw the magnificent room. One room, with a living room and terrace, cloakroom full of luxury brands. Bathroom bigger than the bedroom I rented before. Even more annoyed. Julian raised her like gold and jade. For her to let a phoenix man suck blood? I wanted to wake her up. Hands passed through her shoulders, grabbing nothing. I called out the System. “Hurry up and give me a body, my hands are itching.” System categorical. “Tech department is working overtime, definitely ready by tomorrow evening!” Have to wait another day. I gritted my teeth. She shuffled in slippers, lying on the bed. Familiar with tapping the screen. Opened a bank account. Frowned, as if hesitating. Repeatedly deleted and typed password. Finally gritted teeth, transferred a sum of money. And dashingly transferred twenty thousand to another account. [Using dad’s money to tip men… hard to comment.] [Not earned by self so no heartache ha] [Hey where is she going?] [I remember Lily Thorne specifically contacted a servant before, probably running away] I followed her closely. Sure enough. A middle-aged woman pushed a dining cart, stopped at the room door. Quietly dropped a key on the carpet. Kicked it into the door crack. Lily lay on the ground, quickly grabbed the key. Cautiously waited half an hour before opening the door to leave. I gritted my teeth following Lily. Probably her grounding wasn’t public. Security heard she was going to dinner with a friend, quickly dispatched a car. [Why isn’t Julian home?] [He just finished a call and went to the company] [Male lead come back quickly, daughter gone if not back!] [He’s still in a meeting now, can’t even answer phone.] [It’s okay, finishing meeting seeing bank card transaction info will know] Arriving at the restaurant. Driver drove away. She went into a coffee shop. Quickly put on mask and cap. Sat by the window, looking around. Ten minutes later. A tall and thin handsome man knocked on the glass. Lily walked a few steps fast, jumped into his arms. I closed my eyes tight. Too late to curse, sudden dizziness. System shouted excitedly. [Fast fast! Loaded complete you have a body!] 3 I felt death again. No concept of time. Only void blackness left. Like the black seen covering one eye. Sound arrived one step before light. Quarreling again. Lily had been caught back home. [Actually hiding under Julian’s information network for three days, Lily Thorne still has some skills] [Originally not stupid, just pure rebellious] [She’s underage can’t lock hotel info, otherwise caught back in half a day] I opened my eyes. Soul half stuck outside body, half melted into flesh. Crying in the study. Julian pursed his lips tight, hands curled stiffly. Finger marks clear on the girl’s face. Staring in disbelief, tears popping out quickly. Julian swallowed slightly, didn’t move gaze. “Know your mistake?” Lily gritted teeth staring at him fiercely, not saying a word. “Lily Thorne, speak!” Desk thudded heavily. “Buying gifts to see that man’s family, showing off wealth?” “If I didn’t find you, do you know how dangerous you were?” “This kind of place, police can’t even enter the village entrance when you die!” Julian threw a stack of HD photos on the table. “How did I know his home was so remote?” She wiped eyes talking back, sobbing intermittently. “My mom never hit me… if my mom was still here she definitely wouldn’t let you hit me.” Julian clenched fists tightly, red oozing out of eyes again. Turned back, breathing deeply and shallowly. Lily bumped past his shoulder, pulled door hard. My body loading complete. Feet on ground. Through soft carpet, still had unrealistic floating feeling. I couldn’t see my face. Delicate reflective skin on back of hand made one trance. Door in front suddenly pulled open. I met Lily’s gaze. She inherited her father’s height advantage. Already grew a bit taller than me. Seeing me, she froze for a long time. Suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged me into the study. “Julian!” She pointed at me, questioning him angrily. “Who is she? When did she come?” “Finding such a young one, do you have no shame!” Julian slammed desk with anger, “What did I find?” I was dragged staggering. Stumbled forward a few steps, barely stood firm. Julian leaned sideways on desk, gaze slanting disdainfully. Atmosphere stagnated instantly. On his face was nearly foolish blankness. Long time, only slightly moved cervical vertebra. Driving body, slowly turned front to me. I unconsciously smoothed hair. Didn’t know where to put sight. Had countless words to say when ghost. Old friends reuniting, after years, how to greet. … You aged a lot? Seems inappropriate. Directly confess? Probably too scary. Resurrection from dead, facing it know how absurd. Lily between us, looking left and right. “What do you mean?” Her breathing slowly weakened, somewhat unstable. “You guys hooked up long ago? Just happened to be here this time, accidentally bumped into?” “Lily out!” Julian suddenly spoke. She stubbornly fixed in place, “Why should I go out?” “Lily Thorne!” Julian pointed at door, harsh voice and stern countenance. “Out, close the door, don’t let me repeat.” Door slammed an echo. Ground vibrated. I looked back, no one there anymore. Julian cleared throat. Futile, vaguely carried choking. “Miss, you are…” He covered face pressed temples, exhaled. “Estate security very strict, may I ask how you entered?” I hesitated to speak. Words to mouth, turned corner. “Convenient to let me go to bathroom first?” Julian stunned again. Trance-like, pointed to northeast corner. “There… over there.” I supported wall, walked crookedly to bathroom. Just entered this body. Limbs soft like noodles, forgot how to walk. Guess I should be like a congenitally disabled person with cerebellar hypoplasia now. Door cut off that sight always following my back. Face in mirror childish. Hair down, no makeup, youth that staying up late eating takeout couldn’t hide. Was me just graduated. System urged me out to see Julian. [How long can you hide here?] “Then what to do,” I said, “Go out say hi I’m your ex-girlfriend, I’m reborn, in this life I want to take back everything belonging to me?” System didn’t squeak. I splashed water rinsing face. “What identity did you arrange for me?” [You have no new identity.] System silent a while. [Inserting a completely new name register is troublesome, need match very much social information. You won’t stay long, no need arrange new card.] “Meaning I am currently undocumented?” [Strictly speaking, yes.] No money no phone. Face recognition would recognize me as dead Chloe Vance. Hard to move an inch out door. I dried water on face, walked out of bathroom. Warm yellow desk lamp soft and dim. Study not bright, blackout curtains to ground, swallowing sunlight. Julian stiff on sofa like stone block. Laptop in front honestly presenting surveillance screen. No one seen entering estate. Outside study. I appeared out of thin air. He repeatedly dragged progress bar, looked up in disbelief. Looking at me, eyes full of bloodshot. I put hands behind back clenched fists, clench release. I said, “Long time no see.” He motionless, staring at me himself. Suddenly stood up, one arm supporting waist, paced a few steps back turned, then turned back. Seemed to have tears. I inexplicably had a kind of guilt of faking death. “Julian, hard to explain, but…” I paused a while, anger surfaced with hindsight. “Let’s not talk about this first, you raised Lily too spoiled, she actually wanted to jump off building to find her boyfriend, I very much support you beating her once in this situation. Who did she learn this from?” His Adam’s apple rolled violently. Light suddenly appeared in eyes. I stood by bookshelf, watching him approach. Heartbeat fast for no reason. Only one arm distance left. He lifted arm. Closed eyes eased a bit, reached out to me. I conditionally reached back to hold, unconsciously shook lightly. He swallowed, voice a bit shaky. “Recently okay?” “Should be not too good,” I incoherent, “You know, just came back to life, a bit unaccustomed.” Unexpectedly cold field. I lowered head, withdrew hand awkwardly. But couldn’t pull back. Julian tightened knuckles increasingly, almost wrapped my whole palm. He asked hoarsely. “Can hug once?” “Ah, sure, sure… mm!” Air squeezed out of chest cavity. I felt I became a stress relief toy, squeak once when pinched. Body temperature conducted through thin shirt. Muscle direction, breathing ups and downs, belt edges, all printed on body front. He bowed body, pushed me to chest. Embrace completely strange. But swept away the restraint just now. Forty-four year old Julian’s fitness traces very clear. Although I can’t remember his figure in twenties clearly. But seems, more lean and strong than before. “Have time to work out, seems life is good.” I pressed against his chest. Pulled out a section of shirt, probed into hem. Apollo’s belt deep on waist side, just right to put thumbs. Julian grabbed my hand, pressed on face. “I’m old.” He said. “Arrived age to maintain body.” Skin under palm, had matte texture. Couldn’t see stubble, rubbing sandily on hand, itchy. Compared to plump collagen, more was bone. Bone covered with thin layer of skin and flesh, showing cold hardness familiar with worldly affairs. Julian buried in my hair. Hugged hard once, slowly released. His breathing calmed down, couldn’t see more emotions in eyes. “Just live here?” “I can’t go out, I’m undocumented.” “It’s okay,” He raised hand, supported my back neck, pulled towards front, “Many rooms at home. Are you hungry?” “Not hungry.” “Mm, good. Good.” He responded absently. Gaze wandered several times, fell on my face again. His eyelids flushed. Suddenly circled me tight again, air sound low and weak. “Hug again.” 4 The study was like a barrier. Just stepped out the door, bullet comments covered the sky. [What happened just now? Why all black screen] [What thing not let my noble VIP see?] [Heroine hurry to third floor, your daughter seems to have 1.4 (GPA? or height? assuming trouble/height of conflict)] [No big deal, Lily Thorne thinks dad has new love, crying in quilt] Julian gently pinched my fingertips. “What’s wrong?” I came back to senses. “Want to see Lily, she looks misunderstood.” Julian let go, sighed deeply and shallowly. “There’s a monitor at her bedroom door, easy to find. I won’t go up, she doesn’t like me finding her.” I spoke coolly. “Aren’t you afraid she beats me as mistress?” He pursed lips, led way silently. I gestured. “She’s so much taller than me, not like me at all.” Julian laughed once. “Yes, she looks like me… temper like you, does whatever she wants, listens to no one’s persuasion.” I said, “Aren’t you the same?” His smile solidified, quickly put away. Probably both remembered those not so good memories. Simply silent. Corridor extended front and back, music low and slow. Not approached yet, a surveillance probe slowly turned over. Aimed at me, started talking. “Take your mistress roll as far as you can!” “I move out next month, give each other some face these days, don’t disturb each other, okay?” Julian pressed operation screen on wall, asked servant to bring key. I frowned, “Open directly?” “Can’t communicate at this time.” Julian pulled a bitter smile. “If talk nicely to her, she will leave us hanging here all day.” I waved hand, signaled him to go first. “I talk two sentences with her first.” Julian silent moment, nodded. Footsteps away. I faced monitor, puzzled. “Lily Thorne, is your brain damaged?” “I worked hard to find you a good dad, you play cutting off relations this play?” “Still move out, don’t want money?” Silence inside for a while. Inconceivable tone exactly same as mine. “Are you f***ing crazy?” I pointed at myself. “Recognize my face before speaking.” “Also, if you say one more dirty word involving mom—” “I will let people beat your boyfriend into a sandbag.” [Holy crap laughing to death] [Boyfriend: Who made a sound for me] [Being only child too long brain easy to rust, suggest send to study abroad deep cultivating] [Fighting for property with illegitimate child is honest] Door pulled open fiercely. Lily Thorne shuffled in slippers, whole body alert. “Who are you?” She stared at me, trying to identify. “My mom died early, never said she had any sisters.” “Letting people stand at door talking is very impolite.” “You haven’t even entered Liang family door, still want me to talk politeness with you?” “Whether your boyfriend will become hand-beaten beef balls depends on you.” “Haven’t become my stepmom yet f***ing pretending high right? Don’t know who I am? Julian gave you much face?” Small age. I raised palm, slapped crisply. She visibly furious, grabbed my collar. I sneered, “Knew earlier you would be crooked like this in Liang family, my call should have been to your grandma. Also, running away from home still saying I definitely won’t hit, now I tell you, I not only will whip you, but also whip you into a top.” Strength on her hand suddenly loosened. I finished scolding word after word, palm hot. Surged a few points of regret again. Did I hit too hard. This situation, asking me to talk nicely, unacceptably too hard on people. Which biological mother seeing daughter like this can be calm. She stared at me dead. “Who exactly are you?” I looked up at her. She gritted teeth, “My mom died early.” “Then just treat me as temporarily returned soul.” I withdrew sight, passed by her. Didn’t walk a few steps, feet started to become weak. Buzzing non-stop in brain. System beeped warning. [This body rushed made a bit rough, not compatible with your soul nodes, need repair now] [Quickly protect head, you going to faint!] No… I fell straight down. Lily Thorne jumped like thunder. “??? Doing what?” “Framing?” “Loss I still believed you—Hurry help me! Call my dad!”

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The year my desires were most pure, I forced the reclusive male lead to sleep with me every day. He refused to go out, so I stripped off his clothes. “The sun is so nice today. Look, speaking of nice, hubby, you…” He was sulking in the bathroom, and I barged in. “Hubby, why have you been washing for so long? Look, speaking of long…” He went on a hunger strike, so I slid my hand under his clothes. “Your abs got smaller from not eating. Look, speaking of abs, let me touch…” Later. I accidentally found out he was actually the villain, so I ran away quickly. Who knew he would catch me, tears streaming down his face, stripping off his clothes piece by piece. “Wifey, I won’t refuse you anymore. My clothes only open for you. Do you like hearing sweet talk or dirty talk?” Barrage: [Making love to the point where the recluse talks dirty in bed, that’s really something.] [Who understands, the reclusive villain’s first solo shopping trip was to buy ultra-thin condoms.] 1 The day I picked up Julian Reed. I knew he was the male lead. The favored son of heaven, incredibly handsome. Unfortunately, he went bankrupt. He could only be kept by me in my private villa. Not only that, but he also became a recluse. Didn’t step out of the door during the day. At night, he sat hugging his knees, weeping secretly. That was truly pitiful. I wanted him to cheer up, so I took out the marriage certificate. He stared at me numbly, not saying a word. I touched my nose awkwardly. Although this marriage certificate was approved by the system. From Julian’s perspective, I took advantage of his drunkenness to trick him into getting the certificate. He should hate me very much. 2 Late at night, Julian went to the guest bedroom to sleep as usual. Listening to the splashing sound in the bathroom, my mind wandered. Although he is now a recluse. His figure is solidly good. Lean muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist, inverted triangle figure, legs longer than life, perky butt and big pecs. Anyone who sees it would drool. But because of his illness, he ignores me completely. But then again, does he ignore people in bed too? Cold-faced sex, I was actually looking forward to it a bit. I changed into my skimpiest nightgown and barged into his bathroom. Mist swirled, Julian reached out to grab his bangs. Between movements, pulling out the inverted triangle figure. Water flowed down his back muscles, over the beautiful dimples of Venus, and finally over the full and round peach. Hearing the commotion, Julian turned around abruptly. Shock flashed in his long-numb eyes, followed by spreading anger. He pulled a towel to cover his legs. “What are you doing in here?” I softened my voice. “Hubby, I was worried about you, why haven’t you finished washing?” I approached him as I spoke. The mist wet my thin dress, lace fabric sticking to my body. Outlining a looming figure. Julian’s Adam’s apple rolled, turning his head away with red ear tips. Panic flashed in those eyes. He bit his lip silently. Like a frightened prey, forced back into the corner by me step by step. I pretended not to understand his panic. Lifted my leg to rub against him. “Hubby, need help? Why do you take so long to shower? “Look, speaking of long, hubby, you…” I suddenly pulled off his towel. Julian’s eyes widened, nowhere to retreat. I glanced and mocked lightly. “You’re a recluse, yet it’s so spirited, truly terrifying~” “You—” Touched by me, Julian looked enduring, but didn’t make a sound. Veins popped on his neck, feeling like he was about to explode. I hooked his neck and pulled him down to kiss. Since he still wasn’t talking, kissing would do. Under my fierce offensive, Julian’s eyes turned red, collapsing dejectedly. My forehead pressed against the bathroom glass, backhand pulling the man working silently behind me. Waist was held tighter. 3 Since that night. I seemed to have found a way to save the reclusive male lead. Julian often skipped meals. I put my hand inside his clothes. “Hubby, let me see if your abs disappeared? “Look, speaking of abs, you there…” Words fell, Julian’s body trembled. I ravaged him unscrupulously. “Eat or not?” Julian was not only a recluse but also stubborn. “Not eating.” I turned around and straddled him. “I’m hungry, if you don’t eat, I’ll eat.” Julian’s pupils dilated slightly, he lowered his eyes. “Don’t.” “Do you know? When a man says no, he means yes. Not eating is playing hard to get.” Julian couldn’t believe my hooligan words. He blushed: “No.” Ignoring his will, I drained him dry. That day, Julian ate two extra bowls of rice for the first time. He also often looked at a diary late at night, lamenting the passing of spring and autumn. I knew, that was his secret crush diary for the heroine. But he was destined not to get the heroine. I grabbed his diary. Julian reached out to snatch it. A little anger showed in the corners of his narrow eyes. “Oh my, such sweet love, so sweet that pink bubbles are popping around me. “Look, speaking of pink, hubby, you are quite pink there.” I grabbed Julian’s lifeblood, he grunted and lost his arrogance. Since then, he never took out the diary to read again. Later, I went further and further on the path of forcing him to have sex. My classic quote is: “Hubby, I can listen to the pain of your original family, but you know what I’m going to do next.” 4 Julian’s condition improved a bit. But he still didn’t like going out during the day. I pulled open the curtains. Julian feared the light, he raised his hand to cover his eyes. I used a tie to blindfold him. “Hubby, the sun is so big today.” I pounced on him: “Look, speaking of big, you there…” Julian couldn’t resist, letting me ride him. He clutched the sheets under him. Thin lips tightly pursed, but wisps of panting still escaped. I coaxed him: “Hubby, say something, say something and I’ll stop.” Tortured by me unbearably, Julian opened his mouth with a hoarse voice. “I, want to see.” Oh, finally want to go out and see. I reached out and pulled off the blindfold tie. Julian’s eye corners were thin red, soaked with desire. I raised my hand to wipe the sweat beads on my chest. Julian’s gaze followed my fingertips. My head hot, vision dim. Didn’t notice Julian looked at me almost greedily. Afterwards, I found Julian locked himself in the bedroom again. I stood outside the door: “Didn’t you want to see? Not seeing anymore?” His voice trying hard to calm down came from inside: “Seen enough.” ??? Seems the intensity of sex is still not enough. “Hubby, if you don’t open the door, I’ll pick the lock.” I took out tools, determined to make him go out today. But a string of glowing text suddenly floated before my eyes. [Oh my my, what exactly did he want to see? So hard to guess.] [Of course, he wanted to see Baby Girl’s blurred eyes, the perky hills under the storm, see Baby Girl enduring shame yet having to let go, see Baby Girl’s enchanting face.] [Hahaha Baby Girl still doesn’t know the villain she forced to have sex with.] [Although he looks like a soft bun now, crying as soon as sex happens, he holds a grudge against Baby Girl for taking his innocence, and will definitely retaliate later.] [What to do, although Baby Girl is a cannon fodder character not in the original plot, I kind of ship them.] My body trembled. System online in time. [Sorry host, actually your role was originally a passerby who gets a fake marriage certificate with the male lead to make the heroine jealous, but accidentally assigned you to the villain. To ensure safety, you’d better not provoke him for now!!] I f***. No time to lose. I quickly grabbed my ID. Pretending to be calm, I shouted to the door. “Hubby~ If you don’t want to go out today then don’t, I’m going to buy kid-killer bags (condoms), you stay home obediently don’t go out.” 5 I bought the earliest flight to City A. After half a month of anxiety, I finally relaxed. During the system’s window period to save the plot, I went wild in bars. “Call all your best-looking male models over.” Male model brothers were handsome one after another. I rested my chin on my hand, ordered several. But at this moment, the barrage exploded. [Done for done for, the villain saw Baby Girl, Baby Girl run!] [Who understands, the villain flew here from City C, didn’t say a word, didn’t eat a bite, ignored everyone, just focused on finding her.] [He has been floating in City A for three days, swearing not to stop until he finds her, smells like a male ghost.] My heart chilled. The male model beside me hadn’t noticed the danger, he took my hand and put it to his lips. “Sister, why rush to leave? Don’t you want to touch my abs?” I turned around and saw Julian’s gloomy face. His bangs had grown longer, hanging down in pieces, blocking some vision. Ink-black deep eyes looked over, locking eyes with me. I shrank back in fear, shrinking right into the male model’s arms. Julian walked over step by step, calling me in a gloomy tone. His gaze licking my whole body like a snake’s tongue. “Wife, don’t you want me anymore?” “I…” “Who are you? Sister is mine, don’t think about snatching her.” The male model got closer to me again. !!! Seeing a broken look flash in Julian’s eyes, I quickly let the male model leave. Julian squatted in front of me, a posture of submission, looking up at me. In this appearance, no one could tell he would be a ruthless big villain in the future. He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing a fair neck. Because of shyness, he lowered his trembling eyelashes. Knees walked forward two steps, upper body pressing tightly against my legs. “Wife… I won’t refuse you anymore. “My clothes, only open for you. “I will say, little… dirty words, do you want to hear sweet talk, or dirty talk?” I was directly shocked, this was the most Julian had spoken since I met him. The barrage exploded too. [Wait, is this real? How did Baby Girl tune our big villain into this?!] [Who understands, making love until a recluse talks dirty, that’s very lively.] [You guys hurry up bang bang bang, I want to see the active big villain.] [Hahaha the villain’s first solo shopping trip was to buy kid-killer bags, his face was about to explode red, stammering like a pure virgin.] [I screen recorded hahaha ‘video.mp4’] [Blackened big villain: Bring that broken video to court.] The system hasn’t told me the correction plan yet, how dare I act rashly. Seeing I didn’t speak, Julian’s eyes looked hurt. Took out a box of things from his pocket. “I, I bought it for you, now, I can.” He was like a concubine waiting for bed, waiting for favor. My hand hot, suppressed the restless urge in my heart. “I don’t like this type, be good, let’s go home first.” Julian was hurt again and again, stubbornly said: “It has ribs, you like it.” I… Barrage full of holy crap. I quickly covered Julian’s mouth, guarding against him saying more explosive words. Julian fell silent, eyes like holding a pool of water, looking at me obediently. Suddenly, I felt my palm wet. I retracted my hand like an electric shock. “Wife also, likes puppy licks, right?” Wait, really? Besides shock. Secret excitement rose in my heart.

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Every time I end someone’s life, I inherit every piece of knowledge stored in their brain. On the eve of the SATs, I disposed of my best friend. Because her grades had always been perfect. After the exams were over, I replaced her. And successfully got admitted to a top-tier Ivy League university. 1 I possess a superpower unknown to anyone else. That is, whenever I terminate a person’s life, I absorb everything they know. The first time I realized I possessed this ability was during the summer break when I was ten years old. My mother was too busy with work to care for me, so she sent me to stay with my grandma in her rural farmhouse upstate. To be honest, the thing I hated most as a child was being sent to Grandma’s. The countryside was poor and run-down, with absolutely nothing fun to do. Moreover, every night just past eight o’clock, Grandma would prepare for bed. Because of this, Grandma and I often got into explosive arguments. Several times, her wrinkled old face would turn a bruised purple from anger, making her look like she was about to faint. My mother always lectured me, telling me not to upset Grandma. Because Grandma had a bad heart. She always carried a small bottle of pills for emergencies. Naturally, I knew this. So later, on a very ordinary evening. When an argument broke out between us again. Filled with malice, I viciously screamed at her: “You old witch, why don’t you just drop dead!” Hearing this, Grandma’s eyes widened in shock, staring at me as if she had encountered a monster. “You… you…” She was shaking all over from my words, stammering for a long time without forming a complete sentence. Then, I saw her eyes bulge, her body arch in pain as she clutched her heart with a withered right hand, and collapsed onto the floor. “Pills… my pills…” Grandma struggled to lift her hand toward her pocket. I moved first, snatching the small bottle from her pocket. Clutching the medicine, I quickly backed away several steps, looking at Grandma on the floor with an expressionless face. To this day, I remember the look on her face. Her lips turned purple as she looked up. In those deep-set sockets, there was first a trace of surprise. A few seconds later, that surprise turned into a mix of disbelief and terror. It was as if she realized what I intended to do. The instinct to survive drove her to try and crawl up. But the more she struggled, the heavier her breathing became. After a period that seemed incredibly long to me, Grandma’s movements suddenly froze. She lay on the floor, one arm stretched straight toward me. Like a frozen ice sculpture. Her body gradually grew cold, motionless. The dim room returned to a dead silence. I moved my stiff legs, walked to the landline, and dialed 911. In the interval waiting for the ambulance. I walked to a cabinet filled with various medicine bottles. I opened my cold, sweaty palm. I placed the small bottle in my hand onto the cabinet. Then, I swung my arm violently. Those bottles crashed and rolled onto the floor. When the piercing sirens sounded from outside. I slumped to the ground. Pretending to be panicked and overwhelmed, I opened my throat and began to wail. 2 The paramedics confirmed Grandma’s death on the scene. When my mom rushed to the hospital, she kept comforting me as I wept bitterly. She didn’t blame me for failing to find the emergency medicine on the cabinet in time when Grandma fell ill. Everyone thought this was just a tragic accident. I noticed things starting to get weird after Grandma’s funeral ended. I suddenly discovered I had mastered skills I had never touched before. Like cooking, sewing clothes, and even some knowledge about how to farm. But I didn’t have any corresponding memories of learning them. It was as if the knowledge had appeared in my brain out of thin air. It wasn’t until one day later, when I tasted the shredded potatoes I stir-fried myself. They tasted exactly the same as the ones Grandma used to make. That was when I suddenly understood. The extra knowledge in my brain came from my grandma. It was in that moment. An incredibly crazy, indescribable hypothesis floated to the surface. For a long time. I buried this hypothesis deep in my heart. I never told anyone. However, this hypothesis was like a seed. Quietly, it broke through the soil and sprouted. In middle school, my grades were terrible. It was a struggle to even get into an average high school. Coincidentally, at that time, a girl in my class who excelled in her studies lived in the same neighborhood as me. We often rode our bikes to and from school together. Honestly, I envied her. With her grades, getting into the key high school in our city would be a breeze. One day before the high school entrance exams, during a break, I sneaked into the bike shed and, as if possessed, damaged her brakes. It’s hard to describe exactly why I did it. I didn’t feel like I truly wanted to end her life. I just wanted to use this opportunity. To verify the guess that had lingered in my heart for so long. On the way home, I don’t know if my luck was too good or hers was too bad. As we passed an intersection, we happened to encounter a large truck running a red light. She couldn’t brake and was hit directly in front of me, dying on the spot. The truck driver had been driving while fatigued. He hadn’t slept for nearly two days when the accident happened. In short, it was a complete tragedy. It had nothing to do with me. Later, I sat in the exam hall. Questions that used to look like hieroglyphics suddenly became incredibly simple overnight. When the results came out. I ranked tenth in the entire grade and successfully got into the key high school I had been dreaming of. Everyone thought I had performed extraordinarily well and envied my luck. I just smiled and never refuted them. They were right. I was indeed lucky. 3 Half a month before the SATs, most of the class was studying with all their might. I was the only one who was different. Every day I sat in class, eyes staring at the textbook, but the question occupying my brain was how to eliminate Chloe without leaving a trace. In the eyes of others, I was Chloe’s best friend. For three years of high school, we were inseparable on campus, even going to the bathroom together. Chloe had excellent grades, a sweet face, and a cheerful personality. She was the typical “model student” in the eyes of teachers and parents. I, on the other hand, had average grades, average looks, and a somewhat introverted personality. In short, Chloe and I were two completely different types of people. The reason Chloe chose to be friends with me was precisely because I was too “ordinary.” It was my “ordinariness” that highlighted her “excellence.” I knew long ago that Chloe often badmouthed me behind my back. She said I wasn’t very bright and looked clumsy. That I always smelled of weird medicine. If she didn’t pity me, she would have cut ties with me long ago. Chloe was right; my family was quite pitiful. My dad died when I was very young. All these years, my mom raised me single-handedly through hardships. This eventually led to her working herself into sickness, relying on long-term medication to regulate her body. But none of this mattered. I didn’t care at all about Chloe’s opinion of me. After all, I didn’t genuinely want to be friends with her either. I first noticed Chloe. During the placement exams when we first entered high school. She ranked first in the grade. From that moment on. I silently added her to my candidate list. Of course, I also worried that Chloe’s grades might drop over the next three years. Although my candidate list was updated every semester. Swapping targets midway would still be troublesome. Fortunately, Chloe’s grades remained consistent. Right up until the last mock exam before the SATs, she never fell out of the top five. And she didn’t plan on taking the early acceptance route. It could be said that for me, Chloe was the perfect candidate. Whether I could go from a community college prospect to an Ivy League student. Depended entirely on her. 4 It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried to study seriously. But getting excellent grades is really hard. Even relying on the foundation laid by that middle school classmate, I only barely held on for half a semester. Starting from the second semester of freshman year, my grades plummeted. Maybe some people just aren’t cut out for studying. Anyway, I felt I wasn’t material for academics. It was simpler to think about how to remove someone else. I used my spare time over three years of high school to binge-watch various mystery and detective shows. I also watched quite a few documentaries on homicide cases. I discovered that modern police detection methods are too advanced. Not only are they rigorous in their thinking, but they also possess high-tech tools. It makes it almost impossible for criminals to hide. I conceived several plans to eliminate Chloe in my mind. But none felt ideal; there were too many loopholes. Once the police determined it was a homicide, they would latch on like bulldogs and investigate endlessly. So I had to make Chloe’s death look like an accident. Just like the previous two times. After much hard thinking, I sketched out a rough plan. Although Chloe looked like a good student on the surface, she would do some rebellious things to seek thrills. Like dating a delinquent boy off-campus or sneaking cigarettes in the bathroom. So I decided to use this to lead Chloe down a dead end herself. Two days before leaving school, I kept dropping hints to Chloe, suggesting we should indulge ourselves one last time before leaving. I deliberately asked her if she dared to sneak up to the roof of the academic building to drink during evening study hall. At first, Chloe hesitated, asking how we would get alcohol into the school. I said, don’t be silly, just ask a day student friend to bring it in. Chloe went silent. I didn’t continue to persuade her, just dropped a sentence: “If you don’t dare, forget it. I’ll go by myself later. I don’t want to leave any regrets in my high school life.” “Who says I don’t dare? I was just thinking about what kind of alcohol to buy.” Sure enough, Chloe took the bait. I continued to lay the trap: “Then should we just buy a few cans of beer?” Chloe glanced at me with disdain and said proudly: “That’s boring. I’ll ask my friend to bring a few bottles of whiskey for you to try.” I suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, pretending to be very envious, constantly praising her for being awesome. On the evening before leaving school, Chloe actually brought two bottles of whiskey. But when we were preparing to go up to the roof, I deliberately grabbed Chloe at the stairwell and said weakly: “Chloe, maybe we should forget it. What if the dean catches us?” “It’s this late in the game, what are you afraid of? Even if we get caught, it’s fine, at most a scolding. We’re about to take the SATs; they have to consider our mood.” Chloe forcefully grabbed my wrist. “Hurry up, follow me!” I offered symbolic resistance twice, glancing at the security camera at the stairwell entrance as we went up. The door to the roof was only wrapped with an iron chain, not actually locked. I specifically followed behind Chloe, waiting for her to remove the chain and throw it aside before I followed her onto the roof. The cool early summer evening breeze felt particularly comfortable. Chloe seemed to be in a good mood, unusually excited. She urged me to pour out the snacks we bought from the school store, while she impatiently pulled the corks and poured the dark brown liquid into two disposable paper cups. “Cheers!” Chloe shouted, ignoring me, and downed the alcohol in her cup on her own. At first, judging by her expression, the taste of the alcohol was probably not very good. I was thinking, what if she didn’t want to drink anymore? Fortunately, things went smoother than I anticipated. 5 That night, Chloe rambled on to me about a lot of things. She said her parents had lost feelings for each other long ago, yet still pretended to be loving in front of her, which made her sick. She said she had a brother ten years younger than her who was the apple of the family’s eye, and no one cared about her. She said she finally survived these three years of high school and was about to be liberated. She said after the exams, she wanted to go on a graduation trip to the South and asked if I could go with her. Chloe’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over as she held my hand and apologized. She said she shouldn’t have badmouthed me behind my back. Slurring her words, she said I was her best friend. My heart remained unmoved; I just felt she must have drunk too much. In fact, Chloe really had drunk too much. Her steps were staggering, her whole body falling uncontrollably. I supported her to stand in front of the half-height railing to catch the wind. When the rusted railing gave way, Chloe lost her balance. In her panic, she reached out to me. And I just gave a gentle push. Chloe’s figure disappeared from the edge of the roof. A dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground sounded. After a brief silence, a commotion arose downstairs. I poured a large mouthful of alcohol into myself. Then I closed my eyes and collapsed in front of the roof railing, half my body exposed to the outside. When the sound of chaotic footsteps reached my ears. I forced my eyes open, and the pale face of the grade dean appeared before me, looking like he’d seen a ghost. When Chloe’s parents arrived at the school, I knelt before them, weeping and saying it was all my fault, that I had caused Chloe’s death. I shouldn’t have agreed to go drinking on the roof with Chloe. If I had stopped her then, none of this would have happened. Chloe’s mother tried to rush at me like a madwoman, screaming for me to give her daughter back. The police on the scene held her firmly, signaling her to calm down first. The police retrieved the surveillance footage from the stairwell. The footage showed Chloe forcibly dragging me to the roof. The day student who brought the alcohol for Chloe stated that Chloe had actively asked him for help. The broken railing on the roof showed no signs of being tampered with by anyone. There were no signs of a struggle on Chloe’s body. It could be said that the main reason for this tragedy was Chloe violating school rules and running to the roof to drink unauthorized. The secondary reason was the roof railing being in disrepair and the school’s improper management. Faced with clear investigation results, Chloe’s parents didn’t come to trouble me again. I heard that to manage the fallout, the school paid a large sum of money to Chloe’s parents. After the exams, I went back to school to get my diploma, and immediately left all the class group chats. I remembered Chloe saying on the roof that day that she wanted to go on a graduation trip after the exams. Unfortunately, I didn’t know which city she wanted to visit. I’ll just have to wait until I get into university and slowly help her fulfill this wish. I hope she can rest in peace and not blame me. Of course, if she can’t rest in peace, there’s nothing I can do. Up to her. The night I checked my scores was probably the most nervous day of my life. When the webpage finally refreshed, looking at my score, I couldn’t help but weep with joy. You know, witnessing your best friend fall to her death carries a lot of psychological pressure. However, for some reason, when my mom found out about my SAT scores, she didn’t seem that happy. She even advised me not to apply to schools that were too good; an average one would do. I told her I wanted to apply to a Medical University and become a doctor. Unexpectedly, my mom became extremely agitated. She explicitly told me that she absolutely would not allow me to apply for a medical major. When my mom said this, her expression was terrifyingly serious, even startling me. “Daughter, Mom doesn’t mean anything else, it’s just that being a doctor is too tiring, Mom doesn’t want to see you work so hard.” My mom’s expression relaxed, and she gently stroked my hair and said: “Be good, listen to Mom, choose another major.” At that time, my mom’s health was already very poor, looking very weak, no matter how much medicine she took, it was useless. I didn’t want to upset my mom, so I had to choose Finance. I heard this major makes it easier to earn money after graduation.

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