Chapter 1 At the age of twenty, my grandfather’s best friend, the wealthiest man in the city, laid out photos of his several grandsons before me and asked me to choose one as my husband. Without hesitation, I chose the sixth grandson, Ethan Vance. Everyone present was in disbelief. After all, everyone knew I had a deep, unrequited love for the third grandson, Liam Vance, and had vowed to marry no one else but him. In my previous life, I got my wish and married Liam. Because of this, he inherited most of his grandfather’s assets. But after marriage, he hooked up with my younger sister. My parents were furious and sent my sister abroad to study. Liam thought I was the one who instigated it and hated me to the bone. From then on, he surrounded himself with countless beauties, each one resembling my sister. Because of this, I developed severe depression. But he secretly replaced my medication with slow-acting poison, causing me to die in agony, along with our unborn child. Reborn, I decided to let them be together. But unexpectedly, Liam was reborn too. 1 I had just walked out of Grandfather Vance’s study when I ran into Liam Vance and his brothers. Seeing me, the Vance brothers scattered, laughing. Before leaving, they didn’t forget to mock me. “Mia Quinn is here looking for our third brother again? You really go all out chasing a man. Being this forward, aren’t you afraid your late hero grandfather would find you embarrassing if he knew?” Liam looked me up and down coldly. “What are you doing at my house? Trying to get my grandfather to put in a good word for you? Planning to bring up how your grandfather saved mine on the battlefield again? You guys should be done playing the ‘repay kindness’ card by now.” “But I advise you to save it. You’ve made such a scene about us that I’ve lost all face. I still need to consider marriage carefully. Begging anyone won’t help.” His eyes were full of disgust and contempt. Just like in my previous life, my love never moved him. I let out a deep breath and said calmly, “Does it have anything to do with you? Grandfather Vance asked me to come. Tomorrow, he’s personally hosting my birthday party.” After I finished speaking, the Vance brothers were stunned. “Grandfather is personally hosting a party for you!” I knew why they had such expressions. Because Grandfather Vance hadn’t managed family affairs for a long time. His personal involvement certainly wasn’t just for a birthday party. Grandfather Vance once said he would choose one of the Vance children to be my husband on my twentieth birthday. My husband would inherit most of the assets under Grandfather Vance’s name. And become the next head of the Vance family. After the gasps, everyone smiled slyly and congratulated Liam. “Congratulations, Third Brother. Don’t forget to look after us in the future.” “With Grandfather’s support, Third Brother can finally show his talents.” Liam glanced at me triumphantly and mocked, “Congratulations to you too. Chased me for so many years, finally got your wish.” “You must be overjoyed right now.” Saying this, he leaned in closer, twitching the corner of his mouth slightly. “But to avoid a repeat of tragedy, I need to make some things clear first. You have to promise me that after marriage, we live our own lives. You cannot interfere with my private life.” “Only then will I agree to marry you.” My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t expect him to make such an outrageous request. I looked at him suspiciously several times. Was he reborn too? At this moment, a delicate female voice came from behind. “Sister.” My sister, Bella, wearing a super short pleated skirt, walked towards me with a shy face, coughing occasionally. Liam quickly went to meet her. “Why are you out when you’re sick?” Bella lowered her head, looking aggrieved. “Liam, Dad asked me to accompany Sister. He was afraid she’d be lonely.” Liam held her hand tightly and glared at me sideways. “Why are you so delicate, needing someone to accompany you just to go out? Didn’t you see Bella is unwell?” With that, he led Bella away. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to turn back and scoff. “Mia, if you keep being this selfish and willful, I absolutely won’t marry you.” I smiled. It was me who didn’t want to marry. 2 On the day of my birthday party. Only after the elders had left one by one did Liam arrive with Bella, meandering in. Bella’s face was flushed, and there were glaring red marks on Liam’s neck. Anyone with eyes could tell what they had just been doing. If it were the old me, I would have been crying and making a scene by now. I would have desperately questioned them, asking why they would do such a thing. One was the person I loved, the other my sister. Did they not consider my feelings at all? But now, I just glanced at them and continued chatting with the people around me without any ripple of emotion. Liam saw my gaze linger on the ambiguous marks on their bodies for a few seconds. He vigilantly shielded Bella behind him. But after waiting and waiting, I didn’t explode. He was a bit unhappy and forced a smile. “Mia, you’re not pretending to be magnanimous because you’re afraid I won’t marry you, are you?” “That’s good too. After all, I am the future head of the Vance family. It’s impossible for me to have only one woman in my life. I will have countless confidantes in the future.” “Since you’re being sensible today, I’ll reward you.” Saying this, he took out a small velvet box from a bag. Just as he was about to hand it to me, Bella snatched it away. “So pretty! Isn’t this the limited edition bracelet from that top luxury brand? It’s hard to buy!” Liam immediately withdrew his hand. “Bella likes it? Then it’s yours.” Bella laughed awkwardly. “Forget it, this is your birthday gift for Sister. I can’t steal her love.” She looked at me while speaking, her bragging evident. “What does it matter? You take it with peace of mind. As for her, I’ll just find something random to give her.” “Anyway, as long as it’s from me, she thinks it’s good.” As soon as these humiliating words came out, everyone present chuckled. Dead memories suddenly awoke at this moment. Making me dazed for a moment. It was indeed like that before. As long as it was his, I thought it was good. Once, when I went to the Vance house to deliver festival gifts, I got caught in the rain. He casually gave me a piece of clothing, which I kept for several years. He even accidentally saw me secretly smelling the scent on that clothes. At that time, he spat at me. “Why are you so shameless?” My girlish secret being exposed like that made me ashamed to show my face. Grandfather Vance hit him twice with his cane. “She’s a little girl, what nonsense are you spouting?” He smiled ruffianly and said nothing more, but he embellished the story and told it to many people. I became a joke in everyone’s eyes. Thinking of this, I felt it was incredibly pointless. I turned to leave. But Liam stopped me. “Unhappy already? Can’t keep pretending?” “I knew a vicious woman like you couldn’t truly be generous.” Looking at his hand gripping my wrist, I pulled it out forcefully. “Mr. Vance, show some respect.” Liam was stunned. “Respect what respect? Aren’t you dying to marry me? We’ll be sleeping in the same bed later, why pretend?” “Who said I wanted to marry you?” The whole venue fell into a deathly silence first. Then erupted into roared laughter. “Then who are you going to marry? You love me so much, would you be willing to marry someone else?” “Besides, other than me, our family barely has a sixth brother. But my sixth brother was in a car accident, almost became a high paraplegic, and has been sickly ever since. Who knows when he might kick the bucket. Moreover, I heard some of his functions were damaged. Are you going to be a widow for life?” 3 Everyone present looked at me silently, waiting for my answer. At this moment, Ethan Vance was suddenly wheeled into everyone’s view. He indeed looked sickly, too weak to leave his wheelchair. Everyone laughed meaningfully again. I was just about to say I wanted to marry Ethan. But I suddenly remembered Grandfather Vance’s instructions. “Since you chose the sixth one, I respect you. Don’t tell anyone yet. When everything is settled, everyone will naturally know.” After hesitating, I held back my words. Ethan didn’t say anything either, just glanced at me lightly. But there was some disappointment in his eyes. I understood Grandfather Vance had his own worries. After all, there were many people in the Vance family, and everyone was eyeing his safe. So I stopped arguing with Liam. I let them laugh out loud. I turned and left. On the way back, Bella sat in the same car as me. She shook her wrist triumphantly. The light of the jewelry dazzled my eyes so much I could hardly open them. “Even if Sister marries Liam, so what? You’ll never get his heart.” In others’ eyes, Bella was a harmless little white rabbit. But where no one was looking, she would bare her fangs. Looking at her, I remembered the scene in my previous life where I caught her and Liam in bed. At that time, she hid in Liam’s arms like a frightened little rabbit. Liam protected her tightly, afraid I would hurt her. I fainted on the spot from the stimulation. Later, my parents sent her abroad to study, and she married a rich second generation who lived abroad. Her life was infinitely better than mine. In this life, I decided to let her and Liam be together. See what kind of ending she would have. Thinking of this, I smiled faintly. “Yes, what’s the use of having his person if I can’t have his heart? Hope you grow up quickly and marry him soon.” “Wish you a hundred years of harmony, tied together forever.” Hearing my words, she was lost in thought for a moment. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “I know you’re pretending not to care, but whether true or false, the person Liam loves is me.” After a while, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived. My father asked me to send festival gifts to Grandfather Vance again. As soon as I walked into the Vance gate, I ran into Bella, who hadn’t been home for a few days. She was wearing an haute couture gown and a set of jewelry. Looking precious and noble. Seeing me, she smiled slightly. “Sister, do you think this dress looks good on me? And these, they were all given to me by Liam.” “I said I didn’t like things too luxurious, but Liam insisted on giving them to me, saying only I deserve these.” I frowned impatiently. Trying to avoid her. But she blocked my way again. “Sister, I just want to share my joy with you. Why are you so cold?” “I know you’re jealous of me, but no one can help with matters of the heart.” Saying this, she actually started crying. I reached out to push her aside. But she took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground, crying even louder. “Sister, why did you hit me? I am your sister after all!” At this moment, Liam arrived! “Mia, what are you doing!” Liam glared at me angrily. “You bully even your own sister? Do you have any humanity left?” I looked at him, then at Bella, and laughed. “Bella, I didn’t expect you to know such dirty tricks at such a young age.” Slap. Liam slapped me hard and roared, “I won’t allow you to speak about Bella like that!” 4 My face burned with pain. I instinctively wanted to fight back. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw many guests. Worried about ruining the Vance family’s Mid-Autumn banquet. I suppressed my anger and glared at them. The corners of Bella’s eyes showed a smile. Realizing he was a bit excessive, Liam tried to pull me. But his hand was held by Bella, unable to move. “Liam, it feels like there’s sand in my eye. Help me take a look.” Passing guests looked over here, pointing at me. “Isn’t that the eldest daughter of the Quinn family? To seduce a man, she even bullies her own sister. Truly disgracing her family.” Liam looked disgusted. “Mia, apologize to Bella now! How did I get involved with a woman like you? So bad luck.” The brothers behind him covered their mouths and snickered. “Miss Quinn, this won’t do. How can you not even tolerate your own sister? Our Third Brother will have confidantes in the future. Won’t you be angered to death?” “Hahaha, maybe our Miss Quinn can beat everyone in the city and drive away all the women around Third Brother.” Back then, for Liam, I specifically learned kickboxing, declaring that I would beat up anyone who snatched Liam from me. Thinking about it now, it was really shameful. Amidst the laughter, Liam approached me and spoke to me in a contemptuous tone. “Today Grandfather will announce our engagement. If you want to marry me, don’t forget what I said.” “After marriage, we live our own lives. You are not allowed to interfere with me.” “In that case, I will forgive your viciousness and arrogance.” I looked at him in disbelief. Not understanding how someone with higher education could say such ridiculous things. Seeing my silence, he thought I acquiesced. He became even more proud. “As long as you are obedient, I won’t make you lose face too much.” He was certain that I could only marry him in this life. The onlookers were waiting to see a joke. Footsteps suddenly came from the house, and Grandfather Vance’s secretary walked out: “What are you arguing about here? It’s a big festival, do you want to make the old man unhappy?” Behind him followed another person, the sixth son of the Vance family, Ethan Vance. He didn’t need to be pushed today, wearing a Tang suit, looking much healthier. Seeing me covering my face, he walked past everyone to me. He asked in a low voice, “Are you okay?” Seeing him, I remembered after being driven to a desperate situation in my previous life, wandering the streets like a ghost. A car slowly stopped. The window rolled down, revealing this very face. “Mia, why are you here?” He never called me sister-in-law. I thought he didn’t approve of me. Until before I died, I knew it wasn’t like that. “Does it hurt?” Ethan asked again seeing me dazed. I looked up into his deep eyes. My eyes felt hot. I smiled, “Doesn’t hurt.” Liam snorted coldly, “Does it hurt or not, what does it have to do with you, number six? She is your future sister-in-law.” Hearing this, the secretary showed a surprised expression. Finally, he just said, “Go in, the old man is waiting.”

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In 2016, I took on a bizarre case for a second-instance defense. My client was a teenage killer. He had assaulted three people, murdered four, and burned the bodies before fleeing. He had already escaped the police radar. But suddenly, he turned himself in, pled guilty in court, and calmly accepted the death sentence. I was at my wits’ end, assuming the case was lost. Then he said, “I want to overturn the verdict.” 1 In the spring of 2016, I took on a sensational case. The client was a mother with a weathered face, dressed plainly, yet the retainer she offered was substantial. The defendant was her son, Liam Cole. She had no other demands; she just wanted him alive. I reviewed the case files, and the outlook was grim. It was a murder and arson case that took place in a suburban villa. There were four victims: a local well-known entrepreneur named Marcus Reed, his wife, his son, and a drifter named Travis Black. The autopsy revealed that three of them showed signs of sexual assault, with Marcus being the only exception. The police investigation had been difficult; the fire destroyed all traces, and being in the suburbs, there was little surveillance footage. But two months later, Liam turned himself in, and the case was closed just like that. The first trial ended with a death sentence. The legal aid lawyer could do nothing. In court, Liam smiled as he admitted to all charges. In his final statement, he said he killed for pleasure and only regretted not torturing the victims longer that night. A pure antisocial personality. It attracted media attention, and public opinion spiraled. While awaiting the death penalty review, Liam’s mother finally scraped together enough money to find our law firm, hoping for a turnaround. In the detention center, I met Liam, and he surprised me. A delicate-looking boy, polite in speech, nineteen years old but looking no more than fifteen or sixteen. He didn’t look like a murderous demon who despised the court at all. His first sentence after sitting down stunned me: “Miss Lawyer, I want to overturn the verdict.” His tone was as casual as if he were saying he wanted breakfast. “Overturn the verdict? Are you denying your previous crimes?” “No. Murder, arson, I admit to all of it. But I want to overturn the verdict.” I started to feel something was off. “How do you plan to do that?” Liam blinked. “I’m going to tell you a story. You have to write down every single word.” Later, I would learn just how crucial that request was. 2 I said in court that I killed for fun, but actually, I didn’t. I did it to restore my sexual function. Miss Lawyer, as a woman, you might not understand my state of mind. Let me start from the beginning. In the beginning, it was all about money. I was born in a remote village, a poor place. My father built our house years ago. It leaked rain and wind, and we had no money to fix it. We had a few acres of land where we grew feed corn for pigs. It tasted terrible, but the yield was high. It could feed pigs and fill human stomachs. We didn’t have a TV, only a radio my father picked up while working in the city. It was my only channel to understand the world. My favorite station broadcasted legal cases. I liked lawyers very much. Moving their lips, they could send bad guys to prison and make big money. It was amazing. I dreamed of becoming a lawyer. Reality, of course, isn’t as easy as dreaming. When I got older, like most people in the village, I went to the city to work. But manual labor was hard, and I couldn’t handle hardship. By chance, I met a middle-aged man in an urban village. He took me to a rental room and gave me a hundred dollars. It was painful, but that was a whole hundred dollars. I didn’t know how much rice that could buy. It only took ten minutes to earn that money. I was desperate for money. Like that, I drifted through the alleys on the edge of the city. Later, a regular customer took me in directly, bringing me to his home to keep me. Nominally, I was his adopted son; at night, what had to happen, happened. But I didn’t care. He could provide me with a stable income and a place to live, and that was enough. Years later, one night, he died of cardiac arrest after taking medicine. I even attended his funeral. I hated him, but he did help me. That’s a story for later. Let’s talk about back then. Not long after being taken in, my life stabilized a bit. Young and ignorant, I met a girl. She was a city girl, clean, with skin white as porcelain. We moved fast. Not many days later, we found a hotel. Although I did dirty work, I didn’t like men. I was still a blank sheet of paper when it came to matters between men and women. So it wasn’t until that night that I discovered I couldn’t perform as a man. I fled in panic. After that, I tried many methods, but none succeeded. I went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said there was no physical problem, and I didn’t have any diseases. But for some reason, it just didn’t work. At this time, Travis told me he had a way. He read in a book that most male dysfunctions are psychological, not physiological. In other words, my body was fine; my brain was the problem. Intense sensory stimulation could help the brain overcome this barrier. That’s why some people seek pleasure on the edge of suffocation. I was afraid of death and didn’t dare try suffocation. Travis said he had a way, leave it to him. Under his lead, we entered the Reed family’s suburban villa. There, under intense stimulation, I really recovered my ability. 3 “Travis? One of the deceased, the drifter? You knew him?” “Friends from the streets. We’re all lowlives; knowing each other is normal, isn’t it?” I thought for a moment. “Are you saying Travis was your accomplice? You broke into the Reed villa together, and he was the mastermind?” “Yes.” I sighed. “This won’t work. You say you were accomplices, so why did he die? To shift the blame to Travis, you need evidence, but I guess you don’t have any, otherwise you would have presented it at the first trial. Also, the case file mentions Travis had a terrible reputation and was selfish. Why would he commit a crime just to help you?” Liam thought for a moment and nodded. “So that’s how it is… But I didn’t intend to shift the blame to him. Miss Lawyer, please hear me out.” 4 Travis didn’t want to help me; he wanted me to help him. Marcus Reed’s son, Julian Reed, was from the same hometown as Travis. They grew up together, and Travis used to be the big brother. As adults, one went uphill, the other downhill. The Reed family got rich doing business and lived in a villa. Julian started working in the family company before graduating college. His life was smooth sailing. Travis’s parents died early. He spent his family fortune on drinking, gambling, and whoring, owing a lot of debt. Travis often borrowed money from Julian. Remembering their old friendship, Julian always gave it and never asked for it back. But over time, he stopped giving, saying he’d help in emergencies but not poverty. Travis held a grudge because of this. On the night of the crime, Travis went to the Reed house again and came back to find me for a drink. Muttering about how they became rich and looked down on him. After staring at me for a long time, he suddenly mentioned the plan to treat me with intense stimulation and asked me to go to the Reed house with him. I thought I might as well try, so I went along. When we snuck into the villa, it was late at night, and the three members of the Reed family were asleep. The first to suffer was Julian’s mother. Travis told me he would go first, and I would be next, so I could watch and learn. Julian and his father were tied up, gagged, thrown aside, watching along with me. Watching Travis’s atrocities, I had no reaction. Instead, when I glimpsed Julian’s face out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly reacted. At the time, I didn’t understand why, but I was delighted. I don’t want to describe what happened next in detail. When it all ended, Julian’s mother wasn’t moving anymore. She seemed to have had a chronic illness. Under such misfortune happening to herself and her son, she got too agitated and died. Since a life was lost, Travis and I decided to go all the way. I killed Julian, and Travis killed Marcus. One life each, ensuring we had leverage over each other. Travis usually acted tough, but killing for the first time, after pulling out the knife, he was so scared he couldn’t stand and collapsed on the ground. It’s embarrassing to say. Seeing him like that, I reacted again. Travis probably didn’t expect to become my prey. Caught off guard, he was easily tied up by me. In the last moments of his life, he kept cursing me. But I was too excited. The pleasure outweighed everything. After it was all over, looking at the mess, I just set it on fire. That’s it. Miss Lawyer, are you okay?

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A stranger, a pregnant woman with hypoglycemia, wanted the candy in my hand. In a moment of softness, I gave her all the mango explosion gummies I had. After eating them, she suffered a severe allergic reaction all over her body. She went into shock and miscarried. Her husband blamed it all on me and hacked me to death in a frenzy. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the pregnant woman asked me for candy. 01 “Miss, could you spare a couple of pieces of candy?” Mark hurried over to me, looking anxious. Afraid I would refuse, he grabbed my arm tightly, his face full of pleading. “My wife has low blood sugar, and I can’t find anything to boost her energy right now.” Unlike in my previous life, I didn’t lose my ability to think upon hearing his request and dump all my candy on him. I composed myself and gently pushed his hand away. “Since your wife is pregnant, I can’t just give her anything.” In my past life, a moment of soft-heartedness cost me my life. This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish. Hearing my words, he frowned in displeasure. “How can you be so cold-blooded? As a pregnant woman yourself, you should know how terrible hypoglycemia feels for a pregnant woman.” I started to regret coming to the park alone for a walk with my big belly. In my previous life, he was capable of hacking me to death; I should have known he was a brainless and violent man. I tried to soften my tone, not daring to provoke him. “Sir, as a fellow pregnant woman, of course I understand her. But these candies are made with real fruit juice. If your wife eats them and has an allergic reaction, I can’t bear that responsibility.” He paused for a few seconds, seemingly finding my logic sound, and turned to leave. Moments later, the woman’s irritable and unreasonable voice rang out from over there. “I want to eat her candy! Who makes candy with real fruit juice these days?” “I think she just doesn’t want to give it. If I don’t get that candy today, I don’t want to live!” I almost vomited blood from anger. Was she trying to blackmail me? Before the man could run back and speak, I hurriedly stood up, wanting to flee the scene. They really were a match made in heaven. The man blocked my path, his skin thicker than a city wall. “Miss, just give me two pieces.” “Pregnant women have strange cravings. Never mind the hypoglycemia; even without it, if she wants something, she has to have it.” “If she doesn’t eat it, she’ll cry all night. Please.” I had no intention of arguing with him. Although the internet often says pregnant women must eat whatever they crave. I thought that was mostly just talk. I didn’t expect the internet to bleed into reality, meeting a real-life version of a CEO’s pampered little wife. I tried to bypass him to escape. He got anxious, grabbing my arm and begging incessantly. “I beg you, even just one piece is fine.” “Please help me, I don’t want to disappoint my wife.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman, who was just barking orders with full strength, now leaning against the park bench pretending to be weak. My head throbbed. “I said, I won’t give it.” “With the time you spent arguing with me, you could have gone to the supermarket and bought some for her.” His face darkened, and he flung my hand away angrily. “Asking for just one piece of candy, look at how stingy you are.” “Bad luck.” I had explained the risks to him, yet he remained obstinate. Didn’t he know his wife had allergies?! “I’ll say it one last time, I won’t give it.” “I’m pregnant too. In broad daylight, try touching me again?!” He huffed coldly, glared at me, and turned to comfort his little wife. Afraid of collateral damage, I found a bench far away from them to sit and wait for my husband to pick me up. The look Mark gave me at the end scared me a little. I was afraid of accidents. I could only sit in a crowded place, daring not to be alone. The uncles and aunties exercising nearby were making snide remarks while working out. Completely disregarding whether I could hear them. “Oh my, lived this long and never seen someone so stingy.” “Exactly. If you don’t want to give, just say so. Making up excuses about allergies, hilarious.” I found it hilarious too. Truly, it’s easy to judge when it’s not your problem. In my previous life, after Chloe ate the candy, she started breaking out in rashes. Mark grabbed my arm relentlessly. Forcing me to give my phone number and home address. I looked pleadingly at the surrounding uncles and aunties. But they stood far away, scolding me for deserving it. Scolding me for being careless enough to give strangers food. Truly gossipy and hypocritical. I rolled my eyes and said loudly and sarcastically. “Oh my, I am stingy.” “If you aren’t stingy, why don’t you buy some candy and send it over to her?” 02 Mark had no choice but to run off alone to buy candy. Chloe had severe allergies. I wanted to see if they would stab themselves if they ate the candy and caused the reaction themselves. Bursting with curiosity, I sat at a distance that was neither too far nor too close to eavesdrop. Chloe took a call, thinking no one was around, and didn’t lower her voice. “He’s not falling for it.” “How should I know what’s going on!” “If I don’t abort this child soon, I’ll be exposed.” “Don’t look at how well he treats me; when he gets angry, he turns into a different person.” Whoa! Shocking secret. Turns out, the child isn’t Mark’s. So in my previous life, I was just a scapegoat? No wonder she insisted on eating my candy even knowing she was allergic. Thinking of this, my chest tightened. Scumbag man and woman. Having an affair and getting pregnant unexpectedly, implicating an innocent person like me. How is this different from a scam?! Before long, Mark returned. Sweating profusely, he humbly begged for Chloe’s forgiveness. “Sorry, wifey, I couldn’t find that brand. Just make do with this for now, and I’ll look in other supermarkets later.” Chloe slapped the candy out of Mark’s hand. “What can you do right? I’m not eating!” With that, she stomped angrily towards the park exit. Mark smiled apologetically, not angry at all, but protecting her spinelessly. I looked at the glowing green hat atop his head (a metaphor for being cuckolded) and chose to keep my mouth shut. These two were too weird; I didn’t want to invite trouble. My husband drove to pick me up. Just as I sat in the car ready to share this bizarre gossip, I didn’t expect him to stop the car at the park exit and roll down the window. He called out to Chloe and Mark standing by the road. “Are you heading back to Bliss Gardens too?” Chloe nodded excitedly. “Hop in, we’re heading home too. We can give you a ride.” I felt a heart attack coming on and glared at my husband in depression. My husband is great in every way, except he’s a boundary-less pushover. Chloe didn’t hesitate, excitedly pulling Mark into the car. “Thanks, bro.” Mark patted my husband’s shoulder with an honest face. “But how did you know we live in Bliss Gardens?” My husband smiled gently: “I’ve seen you in the complex many times. Quite fateful.” I’m a bit face-blind; I had no idea we lived in the same complex. Although I avoided the risk this time. I still felt uncomfortable. Subconsciously wanting to stay away from them, lest I get splattered with blood when things go south. Chloe blushed shyly and thanked my husband. Then she opened her mouth to mock me sarcastically: “Didn’t expect a generous man like brother Luke to marry such a stingy wife.” “Just now I had low blood sugar and asked her for a candy, but she wouldn’t give it.” After speaking, she gave me a reproachful look. My husband was surprised upon hearing this, then touched my head dotingly and explained: “I know the candy you’re talking about; it’s my wife’s favorite.” “Usually she won’t even give me any.” Chloe was a bit unhappy; she leaned heavily back into the seat. “Is that so.” “Quite a strange temper.” I rolled my eyes internally. Trying to calm my mood. The green-hatted man kept smiling at his little wife, completely unaware of how rude his wife’s words were. Finally, when getting off the car, Chloe took out her phone with a shy face. “Brother Luke, let’s exchange contacts.” “You’re such a good person; let’s hang out more in the future.” My heart tightened. I pressed down on my husband’s hand holding the phone: “Sorry, it’s inconvenient.” Chloe scoffed and ignored me. Still using a baby voice, she said to my husband: “Brother Luke, we’re neighbors. Your wife is a bit too stingy.” “Watching you so closely, does she not trust you?” My husband smiled and pulled my hand away: “How could that be? My wife is usually very understanding.” Mark sat next to them like a corpse, watching his wife flirt with another man right in front of him. No wonder he got cheated on. Simply ridiculous!! 03 Back home, I had a big fight with Luke. “What do you mean? She was being sarcastic right to my face, and you just listened without standing up for me.” Luke hugged me with a grin. “Good wifey, she asked, so I couldn’t just reject her and make her lose face, right?” “Besides, it’s just adding a contact. Her husband didn’t say anything; you’re just too sensitive.” What did I hear? I’m sensitive? I always thought he was just a pushover. I didn’t expect him to be such a clueless fool. I pushed him away angrily. “Get lost, you clueless idiot.” I hid in the room, crying sadly. Because my husband was a pushover, I argued with him countless times. But besides this, he had always been good to me. I kept comforting myself internally. Chloe is a pregnant woman; no matter how flirtatious she is, Luke shouldn’t fall for it, right? Days of worry made my stomach uncomfortable. I canceled the check-up scheduled for two days later and moved it to today. When I arrived, there was someone inside. I stood at the clinic door waiting boredly. The doctor’s voice came from inside. “I told you last time, her body can’t handle a medical abortion; she needs surgery.” “You always say there are difficulties, but no difficulty is more important than health.” “You’ve come for consultation so many times, and I’ve said it many times. If you decide, I’ll schedule the surgery. It’ll be impossible when the pregnancy progresses further.” My gossip soul ignited, and I stretched my neck to hear clearly. A man’s voice came from inside. “We understand. It’s mainly because we don’t have the conditions right now. We’ll think about it.” Why does this voice sound so familiar? Not sure, let me listen again. But the man didn’t speak again. The sound of a chair dragging came from inside. My heart tightened, and I ghost-like hid around the corner. A moment later, the people inside came out. I saw my husband and Chloe walking out of the clinic arm in arm, smiling. 04 My heart trembled. The huge shock made me unable to stand steady. I took a few deep breaths, leaning tightly against the wall to avoid falling. My nose stung. Turns out they had hooked up long ago. Was their behavior in the car that day all an act for me? And the candy-begging in the park. Turns out they started plotting early on, wanting to frame me. But why would they do this? I was confused. I tried to move to the nearby chair several times, but my legs were too weak to move. Finally, a passing kind nurse helped me to the chair. I wiped the tears that had long burst the dam. Vowing to find out the truth.

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The real heiress, Chloe Miller, was found and brought home, making me, the fake heiress, feel incredibly awkward. So, I packed my bags overnight and returned to the small, backwater county town where I was supposed to have been born. I transferred to a school overrun with delinquent boys and girls. Looking at my coat, ruined by milk tea splashed on it, I sighed slightly, pulled out the purchase record, and held out my payment QR code. “$48,000. Pay up.” 1 Chloe Miller had returned home. I was still in my silk pajamas, sleepily walking downstairs, when I saw a girl who looked remarkably like Mother. She wore a faded shirt, surrounded by my parents. My brother, far away abroad, also expressed his impatience to rush back. I stood on the stairs, making eye contact with Chloe from a distance. Then we both offered each other an awkward yet polite smile. I had always known I wasn’t my parents’ biological daughter. My wealthy parents weren’t fools; our blood types didn’t even match. But because Chloe hadn’t been found, I could only be kept and raised by their side. I treated them like my real parents, and they cherished me like their real daughter. But likewise, over these years, we never gave up searching for Chloe, and finally, at this moment, she was home. Looking at the family reunion scene downstairs, I was genuinely happy for them. That night, I went to the study to discuss things with my parents. Chloe’s adoptive parents, my biological parents, had passed away in an accidental car crash. Although their family was poor, they tried their best to give Chloe the best life possible. The baby swap back then was an accident. Mom and Dad said our family could afford to raise a hundred daughters and wanted me to stay with them. But I shook my head and said, “That depends on Chloe. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to see the adopted daughter of this family.” “Besides, I’ve taken her place for so long; it’s time to let her come home without any worries. Coincidentally, I also want to see the place where my biological parents lived.” Mother patted my shoulder, sighing. I hugged Mother comfortingly and whispered, “It’s just for a year. I’m already a junior in high school; I will definitely come back to the capital for university.” “If Chloe doesn’t mind by then, I’ll come back.” Finally, my parents silently nodded. So that night, I dragged eight suitcases out of the Miller house. I wasn’t really so noble and stubborn as to want nothing. I took almost all my things, plus the pocket money I had saved over the years, and a large sum for tuition and living expenses given by Father and Mother Miller before I left. So I quickly rented a standalone small villa in the best area of this county town. After all, I was a minor, so I brought along my favorite butler. The rental and school enrollment procedures were handled by him. Lying in bed, I made a rough plan for the future with a good mindset, sent a message to my parents to let them know I was safe, and fell into a deep sleep. 2 Clearwater County No. 1 High School was the only key high school in this small county town with no airport or high-speed rail. I wore designer clothes, my small heels clicking, following behind the grade director. It was break time, and gazes from all directions shot toward me. The school wasn’t big to begin with, and rumors spread fast. When I sat down in my seat, the girl next to me stared at me and asked, “Where are you from? Why aren’t you wearing the school uniform? Are these things on you real?” She spoke very fast, so fast it sounded a bit aggressive. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the homeroom teacher’s voice, calling me to the podium to introduce myself in heavily accented Mandarin. So I walked onto the podium, put on a polite, official smile, and wrote my name on the blackboard with chalk—Serena Miller. “Hello everyone, my name is Serena Miller. I transferred from Capital High School. Please take care of me.” Below, there was instant chatter. “Capital? For real?” “Looks so rich, damn. Gonna go suck up later.” “Fake, right? So pretentious. If she’s really rich, why not go to Class 1 instead of our class?” “Looks okay, wearing makeup, huh? Finding her a bit annoying.” I raised my eyelids, scanning the room casually. After seeing the few people I wanted to see, I returned to my seat with satisfaction. I guess the show is about to begin. 3 First period was English. I propped my head up, looking at the textbook boredly. For me, English was almost like a native language, let alone the difficulty level of high school English. All thanks to the good education I received in the Miller family since childhood. Thinking of this, I frowned, wondering how Chloe was doing in the Miller family. I was still zoning out when suddenly the girl next to me stood up with a “swish” and began reading an English paragraph from the textbook aloud. I snapped back to reality, realizing the English teacher was calling on people to read. The girl who had been questioning me earlier was the one reading English now. I glanced at the name on the textbook; her name was Jenny. Jenny read very loudly, pronouncing every word correctly. The English teacher praised her and asked her to lead the reading. Jenny smiled, her somewhat plain and sallow cheeks showing a hint of vitality. Holding the book, she glanced at me. That glance was a mixture of smugness and pride. She began leading the reading, and the whole class followed her, reading sparsely. The voices of other students following her reading got smaller and smaller, noisier and noisier, but Jenny still read very loudly. Even though her English sounded terrible to me. Hearing a part, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I didn’t make a sound, nor did I stare at her. I just propped my head, looked at the book, and curled my lips. But Jenny had been staring at me since who knows when. She suddenly stopped and loudly said, “Serena Miller, why aren’t you reading!” I frowned. In fact, many people weren’t reading along with her, but she singled me out. I looked at Jenny. Behind her glasses, her dark eyes stared fixedly at me, her sallow face looking a bit ferocious. The English teacher also asked me to stand up. “New student, you need to integrate into the class. You read this paragraph alone.” The smile on my lips grew wider. I didn’t even look at the book and recited the paragraph just now in fluent, standard American English. The whole class slowly quieted down. The English teacher also opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. After finishing reading, I shrugged and looked at Jenny, saying, “I didn’t read because my kindergarten oral English was much better than yours is now.” Jenny’s face instantly turned bright red. Her face flushed patches of green and yellow, biting her lip hard, daring not to look at me. Coincidentally, the bell rang for the end of class. The English teacher breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly let us take a break. A few heavily made-up delinquent girls walked to my side. They had curled bangs and hair ends, swapped school pants for short skirts, with uniformly bright red lips. The leading girl held a lollipop in her mouth, smiling at me, saying, “Hey, why did you come to our school?” I lowered my head to flip through the book, saying casually, “Came because I wanted to.” The delinquent girl tutted and poked my shoulder hard with her finger. She was dissatisfied, “What are you pretending for?” My patience ran out, and I slapped her hand away hard. I had learned taekwondo, and my hand strength was great. Her hand swelled up visibly. “You motherf*cker! Want to die, huh!” The delinquent girl immediately started shouting. Her few followers behind her all wanted to come up and shove me. I pulled out a scalpel, twirled it on my fingertips, and stopped it precisely one centimeter in front of the delinquent girl’s eyeball. She screamed in fright. Even the followers behind her and Jenny next to her were shocked, retreating a few centimeters, fearing I would cut them with the knife. I put away the scalpel, a smile with unknown meaning on my lips, looking the delinquent girl up and down. As my scrutinizing gaze continued, the delinquent girl’s face became more and more embarrassed. I’ve navigated the upper-class social circle for so many years; dealing with this kind of low-class, unmannerly delinquent girl was simply a piece of cake. Because a sweeping, disdainful look could easily make them break defense. Let’s go. I fanned perfectly in front of myself in a slightly disgusted way, covering my mouth, “A body full of smoke and cheap perfume smell, stay away from me next time, want to vomit.” The eyes of everyone in the classroom had long been on us, waiting to watch a good show. Hearing me say this, they instantly burst into laughter. “Damn, dying of laughter, so good at cursing. Look at Sarah’s expression, too funny.” “Can anyone handle this new girl?” “Don’t mention it, watching her teach Sarah a lesson is quite cool hahaha.” “Shh, Sarah will definitely retaliate, just wait and see…” So she is Sarah. I stared at her, seeing the hatred and anger in her eyes clearly. So, what abilities do you have, Sarah? Come on, let me see. 4 The next few days were relatively calm. My actions last time scared Sarah, and seemed to scare Jenny too. She no longer dared to strike up conversations casually, only secretly looking at my teaching aids while I did problems in class, then buying an identical one the next day. I didn’t listen in class and did problems; she started imitating me. I wrote whatever, she wrote whatever; I didn’t listen in class, she didn’t listen either. In fact, I had been tutored one-on-one by famous teachers for all subjects, plus I was relatively hardworking since childhood; the progress of this school was too slow for me, so I brushed up on questions myself. This method was effective for me, but it was counterproductive for Jenny. But I wasn’t kind enough to remind her. I shook my head, no longer paying attention to her, ready to go downstairs to buy a pack of coffee to refresh myself. Because the right size school uniform hadn’t been issued yet, I could only wear my own clothes. A Louis Vuitton coat. Along the way, many eyes were cast on me; I walked calmly as if I hadn’t seen them. However, before reaching the convenience store, I was surrounded by a group of people. Leading them was Sarah’s group, with a few more yellow-haired delinquent boys added. Sarah crossed her arms, a cigarette clipped between her fingers. This area was obscured by a grove and also had a dilapidated sports equipment room; no wonder they were so arrogant. Sarah laughed wildly, “Told you not to provoke me, understand?” The boy next to her grabbed my clothes, trying to pull me to a more remote place. I was surprised by their wanton behavior, but thinking carefully, it was reasonable. In this remote county town, as long as these people’s families had a little connection, plus they were all minors, even if the bullying of others was severe, there wouldn’t be any substantial harm. And the bullied were mostly those whose parents were busy making a living, with average family conditions. Even if they could resist once or twice, they would still be bullied later. I looked at this boy pulling me, a head of mop-like yellow hair, a body full of smoke smell making me a bit nauseous. I shook off his hand and slapped him backhand. “Slap!” I used not a little force; the crisp slap sound made everyone a bit stunned. Probably didn’t expect me to dare to fight back in this situation. Sarah was particularly angry; her eyes wearing cheap colored contacts stared at me fiercely, cursing a series of dirty words I couldn’t understand in dialect. Probably realizing they couldn’t beat me, she conveniently took the milk tea from the girl next to her and splashed it on me. I dodged symbolically; most of the milk tea still splashed onto my coat. I looked at my coat ruined by milk tea. Sighed slightly, took out the purchase record, extended the payment code. “$48,000, pay up.” I heard the sound of them gasping. Sarah’s face showed a fleeting panicked look, then immediately calmed down. She stubbornly said: “Want me to pay? Are you worthy? What can you do to me if I don’t pay?” The delinquent boy I slapped next to her was already eager for action; he held a small knife, half-frighteningly waving it down at me. I wasn’t stupid; turned around and ran behind. At the same time, a group of blue figures were also running towards me. It’s the police. The first glance I saw this group of people downstairs, I edited an alarm text message on my mobile phone in my pocket. The police uncles happened to see the scene where the delinquent boy holding a knife wanted to stab me; several police officers rushed forward and caught him backhand directly. This frightened the other delinquent boys and girls quite a bit; they scattered and wanted to run away. The outcome of running away in front of the police is… An hour later, a neat group of people stood in the police station. This incident made a huge noise; the police came to the school to arrest such a large group of people; the school’s reputation was basically ruined. So the principal and several directors all hurried over. Sarah was crying and calling her parents. From the words, I could roughly understand that her father was a small official in this place. I suddenly understood; no wonder so arrogant. Finally, Sarah’s dad hurried over, glanced at me gloomily, and went to communicate with the police. Finally, the police reluctantly told me that Sarah and her group didn’t cause any substantial harm to me, only verbal education. The one holding the knife could only be considered attempted assault, plus being a minor, at most detention for two days. I heard the sound of the principal breathing a sigh of relief. They certainly didn’t want any students in the school to go to jail; spreading it would affect the school’s reputation. I looked at this group of people, triumphant Sarah, gloomy Sarah’s father looking at me, muddling principal and homeroom teacher… Turns out, Chloe lived in such a place for so long. Very hard, right, sister. It’s okay, it’s okay. I said softly in my heart. The bullying you suffered, sister will get it back for you one by one.

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In the third year of Julian’s infidelity, the long-lost system reappeared, telling me I could go home. In the final ten days, I stopped arguing and fighting with him. I let him spend nights out with his canary. I let him give things I cared about to her. On the day I left, it was my birthday. He rushed in with the canary, knocking over my cake, strangling me and pinning me against the window. Questioning why I harmed their child. “When did you become so vicious?” I smiled, too lazy to explain. “Yes, I am that vicious.” “So, live well with her.” Then, under his gaze, I turned and jumped from the nineteenth floor. Ending everything I had in this world. 1 When the long-lost system appeared and told me I could go home, I had just finished a heated argument with Julian Reed. He had just returned home after being intimate with his kept canary, Bella White. Seeing me lying on the bed, he leaned in and hugged me from behind. His lips were warm, moving along my neck. I sat up abruptly and instinctively slapped him. “Julian, if you don’t feel dirty, I do.” He was stunned for a moment, touching his face self-deprecatingly. Then he suddenly pulled me up. Pinned me in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand gripping my chin, eyes poisoned. “You find me dirty? Mia, look at yourself. Do you have any resemblance to your former self?” I looked at myself in the mirror. Hair messy, one strap of my pajamas hanging off my shoulder, like a madwoman. The most beautiful eyes from the past were no longer lively and gentle. Fine lines had quietly crept onto my face, and the youthful vigor was gone. At that moment, Bella’s youthful face flashed through my mind. Those bright eyes, burning with desire and ambition, looked at me provocatively. “So what, Julian? Is this your reason for cheating?” I sneered, leaning against the wall, eyes moist. He slowly approached me, his thumb gently wiping the corner of my eye. “I’ve said it more than once, I’m just playing. When I’m tired of playing, I’ll come back. Mia, I’ve always loved you.” Disgusting. Uncontrollable disgust. I screamed painfully. Grabbed a bottle and smashed it into the mirror, shattering it. “Get out, get out!” After he left, I stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, looking at the huge model photo of Bella that Julian had projected on the LED screen outside the window. A light mocking smile. Confrontations like today’s had played out countless times over the past year. From the initial heart-wrenching pain to now, only despair and numbness remained. I didn’t belong to this world. Eight years ago, I came to this world on a mission to save the miserable and paranoid youth, Julian Reed. At that time, his father cheated, the family business went bankrupt, his mother committed suicide, and he was heavily in debt. His eyes were dead silent. It was I who came here, on a sunny morning, walking towards that humble and pitiful youth. Later, I lived with him in the basement, ate bran and swallowed vegetables, and paid off all debts bit by bit. He once asked me in confusion. “Why are you so good to me?” I smiled and held his hand, “Maybe it’s an instruction from God.” He lowered his head and whispered, “Then that’s really the best gift God has given me in my life.” On the day the mission was completed, he seemed to anticipate that I would leave, hugging me tightly from behind with red eyes, staying awake all night. I softened and hugged him. “Julian, I won’t go home.” Since then, the system completely disappeared. For five whole years, it never appeared once. And during these five years, Julian cheated, right in the third year of our marriage. He kept a young and beautiful model, Bella White. 2 I still remember the day I discovered his infidelity. He came back drunk, holding me and leaning on me, suddenly saying something in a daze. “Bella, why have you become shorter?” I thought he was a bit funny at the time. I’ve always been 1.65 meters tall; how could anyone suddenly become shorter? Later, I checked his phone and realized that Bella, the one he kept, was 1.74 meters tall, tall and sexy, completely different from me. And the name he mentioned, was it my name, Mia, or her name, Bella? … I can’t remember many details of that day. Only remember the brain buzzing instantly, the world dark. Julian knelt in front of me, crying bitterly, saying he was momentarily attracted by novelty and made a mistake. Three years of dating, three years of marriage, giving up returning home, only to end up with such an outcome. I was unwilling, refused to let each other go just like that. So, we tacitly chose to maintain the marriage. But rotting love, roses with insect eggs, reluctant to throw away, yet disgusting. In his repeated betrayals, we argued and resented each other repeatedly until we were exhausted and disheartened. Like a blunt knife cutting flesh, slowly wearing away the last bit of love. So when the long-lost system woke up from dormancy and talked to me. I responded immediately. “System, I regret it. I want to go home.” 3 “Host, I warned you that day. The plot after the mission is unpredictable… including Julian’s change of heart.” “However, given your excellent mission performance in the past, I can grant you a special privilege and open the channel home for you again.” “Only, the time is in ten days.” Tears streamed down my face, and I nodded. “Okay, you have the last ten days left in this world. The countdown to detachment begins officially.” The system disappeared again. The house returned to deathly silence again. I wiped my dry tears and began to pack things. I no longer wanted to leave any traces in this world. I packed all my clothes and threw them into the trash can. I also took down the wedding photos of Julian and me on the wall one by one and took out the wedding ring he gave me. When we got married that year, Julian held this diamond, which was only 70 points but cost his entire fortune, choking and kneeling on one knee to me. “Mia, you are the only light in my dark life.” “In this life, I am only loyal to you.” This 70-point diamond, although small, carried the most intense love between Julian and me. I always wore it on my hand. Until that day I saw Bella holding his arm, with that five-carat pink diamond on her hand, shining brightly. This ring was then completely placed in the drawer. I smashed the diamond ring hard, and the wedding photo glass instantly shattered. Finally, looking at this home full of traces of my life with Julian, I felt a sudden sense of relief. I was unwilling for five years in this pathological marriage and struggled for five years. Now, finally being able to leave is also a kind of liberation. 4 Early the next morning, I got up and went downstairs. The lights in the room were dim. Julian sat on the sofa smoking, his expression unclear. “Where are the wedding photos on the wall?” He spoke faintly, stopping me. The messages on the phone kept jumping and beeping. It was a message from Bella, smiling brightly holding a bouquet of gold foil roses she just received. [So tired last night, but after receiving the gift, I can do it again~] He noticed, still recklessly lighting up the phone. “Put them away.” I was calm and walked straight past him to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. He put out the cigarette, smiled, got up, and took out a high-end necklace from Van Cleef & Arpels from his pocket. Put it around my neck from behind. “Still angry?” “Here, an apology gift. It suits you well.” He lowered his head and whispered in my ear like a snake sticking out its tongue. “Mia, you will always be Mrs. Reed. No one can replace your position. Including Bella.” “When I’m tired of playing, let’s try to have a child again, how about it?” I pushed him away coldly, turned around and stroked the charming lipstick mark remaining on his shirt. Squeezed out a sarcastic smile. Walked away.

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After my 99th blind date with yet another freak, my best friend Chloe and I decided to ditch the men and keep the babies. She chose the sperm of a highly educated PhD, and I chose the sperm of an eight-country mixed-blood donor. After the babies were born, the PhD donor developed low sperm count and wanted to marry Chloe. She agreed. Watching me go to prenatal checkups alone, Chloe hugged her husband and mocked me. “You’re born to be a widow; no one wants to marry you. My husband just started a key national project; his future is limitless!” Unexpectedly, my baby’s father turned out to be a Dubai prince who took me back to be his princess. The heavy jewelry I wore weighed me down. Seeing the yacht I posted on social media, she suddenly came crying to me. “My husband’s project was suddenly suspended for some reason. We can’t even afford milk powder for the baby.” She wanted to reconcile with me and let her child call me godmother. But the moment I stepped into her house, she hacked me to death with a chainsaw. “Why is your life better than mine? Just because you chose better sperm?!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Chloe and I discussed “ditching the father, keeping the baby.” 1 “Sarah, what’s good about getting married! Let’s just have the babies and be the queens of our own lives!” My best friend, Chloe, shook me excitedly. In a trance, I looked around at the familiar laboratory and realized I had been reborn. Because I had encountered weirdos on blind dates so many times, Chloe and I decided to come to a private clinic to select high-quality sperm for IVF. Chloe’s sharp voice continued to ring in my ears, urging me constantly: “Sarah, look, here’s sperm from a PhD graduate from Ivy League schools. The baby will definitely be smart. You should choose this one!” Immediately after, she couldn’t wait to point to the information next to it labeled “Eight-Country Mixed-Blood” and said: “I’m all about looks. I love mixed babies. Sarah, you can’t fight me for this one!” In an instant, I was certain she had been reborn too, wanting to snatch the Dubai prince’s genes first. Chloe put on a facade of looking out for me: “This PhD donor obviously has good genes. You’d be losing out if you didn’t pick him.” Completely different rhetoric from her past life. I looked at her and nodded slowly. The moment I nodded, Chloe’s eyes lit up, her voice urgent and excited. “Then don’t you regret it!” What was there to regret? She was desperately persuading me to choose the sperm of the PhD, Dr. Liam Davis, simply because she wanted to go to Dubai to be a princess and live a life of luxury herself. In her past life, she said she wanted her child to be a high-IQ prodigy and chose Liam’s sperm first. Later, he developed a low sperm count and sought her out for marriage. When they held their wedding, I went to give a gift with my big belly, but she shut me out. Chloe was as arrogant as a peacock, looking me up and down with contempt, finally covering her mouth and snickering. “Ditching the father and keeping the baby—only you live in a fairy tale world. I’m going to rise in status because of my son!” “My husband was selected by the national team to lead an aerospace project! As for you, ‘eight-country mixed-blood’ sounds nice, but ugly truth is it’s just a mutt. Who knows if there’s Black blood in there!” Unexpectedly, a month after the wedding, I received an invitation made of solid gold. A white butler, six-foot-two, personally handed the invitation to me and said in fluent English: “Beautiful lady, the Prince knows you are carrying his child and wants to bring you to Dubai to marry him!” Only then did I know that the sperm I chose belonged to a Dubai prince. And after I went to Dubai, Chloe started frequently complaining about her life on social media. About some female PhD who didn’t know her place and insisted on being a seductress to hook up with her husband. She posted photos and videos of herself staking out the lab every day. Later, there were posts about her beating up the female PhD, who didn’t fight back because she was pregnant, and Chloe smugly thought it was because the other woman felt guilty. It was said that the project fell through because of Chloe’s unreasonable behavior, but she showed no remorse, instead feeling that her husband was incompetent. Mutual friends told me about their frequent quarrels. Later, because everyone knew about Chloe’s temper, no projects dared to approach Liam again, so he remained unemployed at home for a long time. After the child was born, everything required money. Liam had no job, and Chloe was originally aiming for a life of leisure, so she certainly wouldn’t share the household expenses. The couple argued every two days and had a big fight every three days. Liam started staying out all night frequently. Meanwhile, I often posted about royal gatherings, luxury cruises, and the pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring on my finger. So, in this rebirth, she didn’t hesitate to choose the Dubai prince’s sperm and persuade me to choose Liam’s. I pretended to know nothing, asking innocently: “But this eight-country mixed-blood doesn’t even specify where the mix comes from. What if the genes aren’t good?” Seeing that I had already signed, Chloe immediately interrupted me fiercely: “That’s none of your business. My son will definitely be a royal heir in the future. As for you, maybe your child won’t even have money for milk powder!” I couldn’t help but sneer in my heart. 2 Between a promising PhD with a genius son and a violent father-son duo with super-male syndrome (XYY syndrome), any fool knows who to choose! I wonder if Chloe will still be able to smile when she’s locked in a cage with a lion! In my past life, I was indeed taken back to the Dubai royal family. But that man, big and burly, threw me into the room on the spot and forcibly humiliated me. As soon as I resisted, he punched and kicked me. My body was covered in wounds, big and small. Because their women’s clothes covered everything tightly, outsiders couldn’t see. Even sitting on a chair was excruciatingly painful. Because he had the super-male gene, he couldn’t control his temper at all. Those expensive, beautiful, but heavy decorations in the room had all been thrown at my head by him. I often stepped onto the edge of death due to excessive blood loss, only to be healed by their advanced medical technology, over and over again. Even when I was pregnant, he would force himself on me. I had no one to turn to for help. Everyone looked at me like I was a slave. As for that eight-country mixed-blood child. I had already received the prenatal report before going abroad. He was not only a super-male but a super-male chimera, born to be a menace to society. The Dubai royal family didn’t allow me to abort. While still in my womb, he would kick my thin uterus hard, keeping me awake all night. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but shiver. Confirming the procedure would take place in a few days, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly stroking the signed confirmation form for IVF, her eyes full of schadenfreude. ” ‘Highly educated PhD’ might just sound nice. Be careful you don’t encounter a useless loser who knows nothing. The child might turn out to be a fool too!” I didn’t react to her provocation at all; instead, I smiled kindly at her. “I heard that too much mixing can lead to mental illnesses. Chloe, you have to be careful.” Chloe always struck first, thinking that a rebirth could change her destiny. 3 Actually, she didn’t understand at all. What’s important isn’t the choice, but one’s own ability. Hearing my words, Chloe turned red, stomped her foot in anger, and pointed a trembling finger at me. “Just you wait and see whose child has worse genes!” Half a month after our IVF procedure, Liam was diagnosed with low sperm count, just like in the previous life, and found my home through the donor information. The man wore a well-fitted suit, handsome with bright eyes, smelling pleasantly of cedar. His voice was as gentle and melodious as a mountain spring: “Is this Ms. Sarah Williams?” While I was dazed for a moment, his ears slowly turned red, and he spoke somewhat flusteredly: “It might be a bit sudden, but could you please marry me?” “I won’t interfere with you after marriage…” “Okay, I agree. Shall we go get the license now?” Stunned by my frankness, Liam looked at me at a loss. Chloe’s laughter came from the phone. I was on a voice call with her just now. Chloe knew Liam would come today and couldn’t wait for me to taste the pain she suffered in her past life. “Hahahaha, Sarah, you’re in such a rush to marry! True, with that unmaintained face of yours, you definitely wouldn’t be able to marry if you waited a few more years!” “When you get married, I’ll definitely give you a big red envelope. After all, you won’t have many good days left!” Hearing the sharp, mocking female voice on the phone, Liam frowned subconsciously and retorted softly: “I won’t let you suffer…” But he was interrupted by Chloe. Her words were even meaner. “What good ending can two poor people have? Probably can’t even afford to raise a child, just arguing every day and living on welfare!” I hung up the phone directly, smiled slightly at Liam, my tone very firm. “I believe we won’t become what she said, absolutely not!” 4 We booked an auspicious day, took our household registration books, and got the marriage license. The wedding was set for half a month later. Liam accompanied me to choose the wedding dress and book the banquet, never absent for a moment. Looking at the man in front of me, I felt only relief. Isn’t a considerate, gentle husband who respects women better than a super-male freak? Chloe sent me a lot of provocative messages these days, all saying I married a useless man. But the poverty in her past life was actually all Chloe’s own doing. If that project had proceeded normally, Liam would have become the youngest authoritative expert in the world. His annual salary could easily reach millions. But Chloe’s pathological possessiveness blocked Liam’s future. She insisted on going to the lab to make noise and trouble, making those big shots unwilling to work with Liam. Thinking of this, I spoke very understandingly: “If you have project work to do, I can handle these things alone.” A flash of emotion crossed Liam’s eyes. He suddenly knelt on one knee and took out a ring. The diamond on the ring wasn’t big, but it was my favorite sky blue. Like a clear blue sky without clouds, making one feel happy at a glance. “It was abrupt a few days ago, so I wanted to make it up to you with a proposal.” “Sarah, will you marry me?” I nodded with a smile, raising my hand to let him put the ring that belonged to me on my finger. It couldn’t compare to the pigeon egg in Dubai, but my heart was filled with warmth. There, I would only be a tool for the royal family to show off their wealth. A slap, then a sweet date. For every piece of jewelry, there was a scar on my body. For amusement, they even locked me, eight months pregnant, in a cage with a lioness and poured perfume that felines love on me. So, Chloe, you didn’t want sincere love without a price, you insisted on looking for suffering.

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A video of me scolding a child went viral, and netizens quickly uncovered that the child was none other than the son of Ethan Sterling, the crown prince of New York’s business world. My rival, a young starlet, posted a scathing condemnation: [She looks glamorous on the surface, but I never expected her to abuse children in private! Is she bullying the child because he doesn’t have a mother?] Anti-fans united to boycott me, screaming for me to get out of the entertainment industry. Me: “?” Wait… who said this child doesn’t have a mother? That night, the billionaire prince himself tagged me: [Allow me to introduce everyone to my wife.] 1 Early in the morning, before I had even woken up, my agent, Yolanda, barged in, flustered and panicked: “Sophie, you’re done for!” I was completely confused, but she looked like the sky was falling. “How dare you hit Ethan Sterling’s son?” Me: “???” Yolanda quickly opened her phone and handed it to me. A video titled “Sophie Turner Abuses Child” was trending at the top. In the video, I was pinching the cheek of a three or four-year-old child, my mouth moving as if I were shouting something. The child looked teary-eyed, standing there, afraid to move. Because of the camera angle, my expression, which was actually gentle at the time, looked stern and severe in the video. [Oh my god, is that Sophie Turner? What is she doing!] [Hurting a child? That kid looks so pitiful!] [That’s not just hurting a child; that’s child abuse! I’ve long heard insiders say Sophie is selfish and manic, and likes to hit people to vent her anger! I didn’t expect her to target a child now! Look at that scary expression on her face!] Beneath the video was a pile of rumors and curses aimed at me, though there were some defending me too. Until someone posted a photo. It was a picture of Ethan Sterling holding the hand of a three or four-year-old child at an event. In the photo, the man was in a black suit, his face fair and handsome, his deep dark eyes revealing a distant indifference. The child he was holding looked like he was carved from the same mold! [Oh my god! That kid is Ethan Sterling’s son!] Everyone knows that Ethan Sterling, the crown prince of the business world, has a son whose mother is never seen. But this son has been spoiled by him since childhood; not even a scratch is allowed. Ethan takes this son with him wherever he goes. Once, someone from a rival company tried to “invite” little Leo Sterling over behind Ethan’s back. Although they didn’t succeed, the crown prince was furious and directly acquired all the companies under the rival’s name. This incident caused a sensation in the elite circles. Once this photo came out, the internet went silent for a moment, then erupted into even greater discussion. Those who had spoken up for me before didn’t dare to make a sound. [Sophie is finished! Completely finished this time! Who gave her the guts to abuse Ethan Sterling’s son!] [Sophie deserves it! I’ve disliked her for a long time. She’s probably done for this time!] Meanwhile, some celebrities also jumped in. Among them was my rival, the young starlet Chloe White. Since her debut, she became popular by imitating my style and acting path, earning the nickname “Little Sophie.” But compared to me, she likes to play the innocent white flower online. Chloe posted a tweet: [I didn’t expect some people to look glamorous on the surface but be so cruel at heart. To even commit child abuse… this involves criminal liability, right?] She also tagged some famous lawyers in the comments. Although she didn’t mention my name, everyone knew who she was talking about. For a while, her popularity soared, and the comments section was filled with insults towards me. 2 I am a “black-red” female star in the industry, meaning I have a group of loyal fans but also a massive number of anti-fans. Even the slightest thing about me gets magnified infinitely and quickly climbs the trending searches. Especially now that my name is linked with “child abuse” and “billionaire crown prince.” Yolanda’s phone kept ringing. At first, when I started trending, many brands and partners were watching silently, not making any moves. But once it was revealed that the child was Ethan’s son, they called one after another to terminate contracts. Me: “…” Ethan and I have been secretly married for five years. Leo is my son. What’s wrong with pinching my son’s cheek because I find him cute? That day, I had just finished an event and was rushing to the next one when I saw my son. He pitifully said that Daddy prepared a candlelight dinner and wanted to invite me back to eat together. Three meals a day, Ethan could prepare six! Veins popped on my forehead. I was afraid the child would be photographed by paparazzi—after all, being with me is less safe than being with Ethan. So I said a few words to him and told him to go back quickly. Unexpectedly, I was still photographed, and online it turned into me abusing a child. Yolanda collapsed on the sofa, muttering, “It’s over, it’s over… everything is over.” Seeing her like this, I felt a bit unbearable: “Yolanda, maybe there’s a turning point…” But before I could finish, Yolanda interrupted me, crying with a mournful face: “What turning point? Everyone knows Ethan’s son is untouchable. Why couldn’t you pinch someone else? Pinch me! Why did you have to provoke his son…” I moved my lips, just about to say something to Yolanda, when her phone rang. After Yolanda answered the call and came back, her eyes lit up: “Sophie, a variety show wants you! They offered three times the usual price! Let’s do one last job before retiring!” Me: “…” Looking at Yolanda’s expression, I felt helpless and nodded. 3 This was a travel variety show. The production team, eyeing the heat of me being scolded, invited not only me but also Chloe. The show was livestreamed the entire time. When I arrived, Chloe was facing the camera, explaining the law: “Child abuse is punishable by law. In severe cases, constituting the crime of abuse, one can be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than two years…” The livestream comments were full of praise for Chloe’s beauty and kindness. However, upon seeing me, Chloe’s face turned cold immediately. The camera also focused on me, and the comments in the livestream began to roll. [Damn! How does Sophie have the nerve to appear here and participate in the show so blatantly?] [Where are the police! Why haven’t they arrested Sophie yet! She committed a crime!] [Good job, Chloe! Our Chloe is straightforward and hates evil. Seeing Sophie for the first time, you can clearly tell she’s angry!] [That’s child abuse! Even I’m angry watching it! Disgusting Sophie, get out of the entertainment industry!] Chloe walked straight up to me and said, “Sophie, do you have anything to say about your child abuse?” I sneered, “To you, I have nothing to say. If you’re sick, don’t come to me; I’m not a vet.” My reputation online was already ruined, and I had long disliked Chloe, so I wasn’t polite at all. Chloe’s face turned red, seemingly from anger. Netizens in the livestream launched a new round of attacks on me. [Damn! Bitch Sophie, you dare call Chloe sick?!] [Disgusting Sophie! I want to tear your face apart!] [Honestly, I kinda agree with Sophie. Looking at the video alone, she just pinched the kid’s cheek. It doesn’t reach the level of abuse. Netizens talking is one thing, but Chloe, as a public figure, directly labeling Sophie as a child abuser and educating about laws in the livestream, leading the rhythm… she deserves to be scolded.] [Previous commenter, you’re disgusting too. You probably like abusing children as well, right?] There were people speaking up for me in the livestream, but they were quickly drowned out by insults. Chloe sneered, “Sophie, don’t be too willful. This is a society under the rule of law. Everyone must be responsible for what they have done! Brother Ethan won’t let you off!” I keenly caught the two words in Chloe’s mouth— “Brother Ethan.” What the hell is this? Netizens in the livestream were curious too. [Brother Ethan? Does she mean Ethan Sterling?] [Does Goddess Chloe have any relationship with the crown prince? Otherwise, why would she call him Brother Ethan?] [Ahhh, Chloe, tell us! What’s going on!] Chloe saw the scrolling comments. She took a deep breath, a smile on her lips, and said to the camera: “That’s right. I didn’t want to say it originally. But Sophie went too far, bullying my little nephew!” “As his aunt, I really couldn’t stand it anymore, so I had to stand up! I am actually Ethan’s cousin!” Ethan’s cousin? Why didn’t I know that! 4 Chloe’s words undoubtedly caused waves in the livestream. The comments were boiling. [Whoa! Chloe is actually Ethan’s cousin? Hidden so deep, never heard a whisper before!] [Boohoo, I’m crying. My Chloe really comes from a good family, and she’s beautiful and hardworking. She deserves to be famous!] [Sophie is done for now, right? Bullying the young master of the Sterling family, and now his aunt is right here!] [At first, I thought Chloe wanted to ride the wave of popularity, but I didn’t expect she stood up because she couldn’t stand it and wanted to protect her family.] I frowned and voiced my doubt: “How come I didn’t know you are Ethan’s cousin?” Ethan is an only child. Although we are secretly married to the public, I know most of his relatives. I never heard he had a cousin like this. Seeing the number of people in the livestream soaring, the director was also excited. After all, the name “Ethan Sterling” represents popularity and power, but Ethan is unreachable. Now that “Ethan’s cousin” appeared right in front of them, the director definitely had to seize this opportunity! Immediately, the director arranged for the cameraman to give Chloe a close-up and asked: “Chloe, so you hid your identity to join the industry to experience life?” Chloe smiled decently at the camera: “Being an artist is my dream. I didn’t say it before because I didn’t want everyone to misunderstand that my achievements relied on my cousin. I want to prove my strength to everyone.” [Oh my god! I love Chloe so much! She’s really working so hard!] [Told you, being a fan of Goddess Chloe is never a loss!] Chloe’s words hit the trending searches. #ChloeWhiteIsAWealthyHeiress #ChloeWhiteHidesIdentityToChaseDream Several hashtags kept trending, and her follower count skyrocketed. Of course, I learned all this from the staff’s discussions nearby; phones are confiscated during filming. The director struck while the iron was hot: “Chloe, we are going to Cloud City for filming next. I heard Young Master Sterling has a big villa in Cloud City. Could you ask him to lend that villa to our production team for a few days?” “No problem,” Chloe agreed immediately. I narrowed my eyes. Ethan does have a villa in Cloud City. I picked it out back then. The scenery is nice, and it’s large enough to house a production team. That villa is under my name. “Did you ask the owner? You just agreed?” Chloe frowned and looked at me dissatisfied: “My relationship with my cousin has always been good. What’s the problem with me borrowing it for a few days?” A young woman in a white short skirt next to her also linked arms with Chloe: “Chloe, maybe someone is just jealous of you. Let’s ignore her.” This was another female guest participating in the show, named Sarah. There were six people participating in the show. Besides me, Chloe, and Sarah, there were three male guests. The five of them stood together, distancing themselves from me. Off-camera, my agent Yolanda kept signaling me not to argue with them. I squeezed my palm and didn’t speak anymore. I also wanted to see if Chloe could really get into that villa in Cloud City.

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My boyfriend tried to drag me into a suicide pact. Not only did I refuse to die with him, but I also held his head underwater until he drowned. Forty years ago, our love was rejected by society, so he asked me to jump into the river with him. In my past life, Ethan Cole died, but I was saved. I lived a life of guilt and pain, sacrificing everything to support his parents and younger brother. But forty years later, as I lay dying, crippled and in agony… I saw the supposedly dead Ethan Cole alive and well, walking hand-in-hand with an elegant, intellectual woman. “One fake death and you spun in circles for a lifetime. Did a stupid woman like you really think I could love her?” “But thanks anyway. If you hadn’t supported my family, I wouldn’t have had the peace of mind to study for college, nor the chance to live happily ever after with my Bella.” “Oh right, actually, little Timmy isn’t my brother. He’s mine and Bella’s son! We had him long before I met you!” They kissed passionately in front of me, and I breathed my last breath filled with overwhelming hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I was back forty years ago, on the day Ethan dragged me to commit suicide. “May! See you in the next life!” The familiar voice rang in my ears, accompanied by the freezing river water. Before I could even react, the man in front of me jumped in with a splash. Looking at his face, anger instantly flared in my heart. It was Ethan Cole! How did he suddenly become so young? And this river—wasn’t this the river where he dragged me to die forty years ago? Was I reborn? I didn’t have time to think. I walked straight towards him. Since you like playing dead so much, play dead for the rest of your life! As he submerged his head into the water, I whispered in his ear. “Her name is Bella Stone, right?” His body trembled violently, trying to lift his head out of the water, but I had already pressed his head firmly down. I was a rough village woman, uneducated but strong from farm work. Ethan was an intellectual, always buried in books, thin as a rail. He was no match for me. He struggled in the water, his body tensing from the pain of suffocation. “Timmy isn’t your brother at all, he’s your and Bella’s son, isn’t he? Did you take me for a fool?” “Don’t worry, I won’t support your parents or your son. As for your lover, I’ll make her pay!” “And you, just go in peace!” By the end, my tone became frantic and trembling, the joy of revenge filling my entire being. Only when Ethan stopped moving completely did I let go. Before fear could set in, I plunged my head into the water. Even though I choked and felt like collapsing, I couldn’t surface for a moment. I couldn’t let passersby notice anything strange. Only when my consciousness was about to fade did I hear the cry for help from the shore. “Help! Someone jumped into the river!” 2 When I was resuscitated, I was slapped hard across the face. It was Ethan’s mother, Helen, glaring at me with fury. Behind her was a large coffin. “You animal, you killed my son! How cruel can you be!” Then, she and her husband, George, started kicking and punching me. If someone hadn’t stopped them, my weak body might have been beaten to death. “Where is Ethan? How is he?” I pretended to be anxious, asking the obvious. “Ethan is dead! Are you happy now!” Helen spat at me, but she couldn’t hide the smugness in her eyes. It seemed she didn’t know her son was actually dead. “You bitch, how do you have the face to live in this world? Crawl over here and kowtow to Ethan!” Then, Helen and George pinned me down in front of the coffin, smashing my face into the ground as if venting their anger, nearly breaking my nose. Fortunately, the village chief intervened just in time to save my nose. “What is wrong with you young people? Always seeking death. Now look, such a good young man, an intellectual too, gone just like that.” “May, since you survived, you must carry on Ethan’s will. Don’t do anything foolish again!” The village chief said regretfully. Meanwhile, Helen knelt aside, wailing loudly. “My poor son, you’re gone, how will your father, your brother, and I live? May, if you have any conscience, you will be filial to us in Ethan’s place. Hand over all your wages from now on!” “And sell all the valuable things in your house quickly. I remember your mother left you a jade bracelet?” As Helen cried, her greed became unconcealable. Already eyeing my heirloom? I glanced at her coldly, walked straight to the coffin, and opened the lid a crack. Inside, Ethan’s face was gray, lips purple. There was no coming back from that. Since that was the case, I was relieved. Thinking this, I threw myself onto the coffin and wailed heartbreakingly. “Ethan! It’s all my fault! I killed you!” Hearing my words, Helen almost laughed, saying shamelessly: “Don’t think I’ll accept you as a daughter-in-law just because you act like this. You? A stupid village woman, not even fit to be a maid for my Ethan! But, if you are obedient and serve us well, maybe I’ll show mercy and give you a title!” Looking at Helen’s face, I resisted the urge to slap her and nodded tearfully. “Don’t worry, I will. But before Ethan is buried, I have one request.” I looked at the village chief and said firmly. “Ethan only wanted to contribute to the country in his life. His thinking was advanced, he pursued progress, and responded to all calls. So I think we should cremate Ethan!” 3 “Good, good! Truly a young person with new ideas! I’ll arrange it!” the village chief said excitedly. In the 80s, although cremation was becoming common, it was still taboo in our mountain village. So the village chief was gratified by my “big picture” thinking. But Helen wouldn’t have it. They knew their precious son was just tricking me and wasn’t dead! So, they rushed forward to protect the coffin, cursing at me. “You bitch, you have bad intentions! You want to burn him when he’s dead? Ethan, you were confused! How did you fall for such a demon!” I made a wronged face and said pitifully: “I just want to fulfill Ethan’s wish.” The village chief also persuaded: “Exactly. I’ve told you before, burial harms the environment, cremation contributes to society. Ethan would agree in the afterlife.” Helen firmly refused, rolling on the ground throwing a tantrum. “No! I don’t care! No cremation! Whoever burns my son, I’ll burn them!” Seeing this, the village chief had to give up, viewing Helen as just a pitiful, superstitious old woman wanting to keep her son’s body intact. Just then, a graceful figure walked over. “Sister May, I know your intentions are good, but have you considered Ethan’s parents’ feelings? Don’t be so heartless.” I looked closely. Wasn’t this Bella Stone? In my past life, we were just acquaintances in the village. After Ethan’s fake death, she left too. I never thought she and Ethan had a history. She looked just like the woman I saw by Ethan’s deathbed in my past life. She enjoyed all the good days that belonged to me! Thinking of this, anger surged. Suddenly, a small child rushed up, punching and kicking me. “Bitch! Whore! You want to burn my brother! I’ll kill you!” It was Timmy! Foul-mouthed and disrespectful. In my past life, filled with guilt toward their family, I tolerated Timmy’s rudeness, sent him money tirelessly, and cared for him. Since he’s an ungrateful wolf, I don’t need to pretend to be gentle in this life. “Tsk, no manners, needs a beating!” I slapped him hard. 4 The slap stunned Timmy. He stood there covering his face, bewildered. Helen and Bella screamed, rushing to check on Timmy, eyes full of heartache. “You shrew, hitting a child? Are you human?” Helen shouted at me. “A child with such a dirty mouth deserves a beating! Since I’m taking care of him for Ethan, I must discipline him strictly, or what if he grows up to be a hooligan or a rapist?” I said calmly. As expected, Bella trembled with anger and retorted: “Your son will be the rapist! Timmy doesn’t need you to manage him!” She realized her mistake and shut up immediately. I looked at her sideways and asked slowly: “Oh, Sister Bella, why are you, an outsider, so concerned about our family affairs? Timmy doesn’t need me to manage him, meaning you will?” Bella blushed, stammering for a moment before saying: “I… I just can’t stand your shrewish ways. No wonder Ethan disliked you…” “Oh, you know a lot about us. Tsk, you two didn’t…?” I asked with feigned surprise. “You’re spitting blood! A shrew like you, any man would dislike you!” Bella looked uncomfortable, guilt evident in her eyes. “Since that’s the case, I won’t care anymore. Chief, please find a good family to send this child to.” Helen and Bella gasped again. Helen almost blurted out the truth. “Are you crazy? Where are you sending my grand… son?” “Look, you two are old and weak, unable to raise this child. I can’t afford to raise him either. Better to find him a good home, at least he won’t starve.” “Don’t worry, when I make money, I’ll bring Timmy back!” I promised, patting my chest. Bella was trembling with rage, pointing at my nose. “How cruel can you be? Timmy lost his brother, and now you want him to lose his parents too? It’s just raising a child, you can work three jobs!” “Oh? Since you say it so easily, Sister Bella, why don’t you work three jobs to raise him?” I patted her shoulder and laughed. “I… I… this is clearly your responsibility!” Bella raged. The village chief stepped in to smooth things over again. “Bella is still young and needs to marry in the future. How can she drag a child along?” Hearing this, I immediately followed up. “Exactly! I need to marry in the future too. Dragging a child is inconvenient. Let’s do as I said.”

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Me: [Hit me. Let’s gamble.] A flash of white light, and suddenly, I’m the heroine in a dark romance novel. The kind where the male lead torments the girl body and soul, and her only reward is terminal cancer and a tragic death. Me: [And you call this love?] Later, the male lead is kneeling at my feet, sobbing, asking me: “Did you ever actually love me?” I wipe the tears dripping off his chin. “How could I not love you? You’re my ten billion dollars.” 1 If you got a button that, when pressed, gave you ten billion dollars, but the price was getting sent on an adventure inside a trashy, angst-filled romance novel… What would you choose? Obviously, my choice was to smash that button until it broke. … I’ve been the heroine of this dark romance for six months, but the male lead hasn’t even logged on yet. Right now, I’m still just the beloved, spoiled heiress. Once the male lead shows up and we get married, my good life is supposed to end. “Audrey, I heard the eldest Caldwell son is back in the states!” My best friend, Chloe, clutched her phone, her face full of dreamy longing. “Finally, all your waiting is about to pay off.” Yes, everyone thinks that. As soon as Liam Caldwell returns, my suffering is supposed to turn into joy. We’ve been engaged since we were children. Everyone thinks I’ve been waiting for him. It’s as if my life naturally requires a man to be complete. It’s not just Chloe who thinks so; it also includes the personal AI interface bound to my consciousness. That’s right. I’m tied to a Ten Billion Dollar Interface. I only get the money if I complete all the tasks. The Interface was gearing up: [The male lead is about to return. Do you remember the plot I told you?] [We have to get the male lead’s affection score for you to 100. We need him to love you so madly he can’t live without you!] To this, I could only offer silence. according to the book’s plot, I’m supposed to become a silent doormat, allowing the male lead and his poor “one that got away” to bully me. Faced with the other woman’s setups, I’m supposed to be ridiculously noble and never defend myself. The male lead will have a love-hate relationship with me, insanely insulting me for her sake. Then, when I get terminal cancer and die, he’s supposed to insanely insult her. And my biggest revenge on the male lead is to hide my illness, leaving him alone in this world to be sad and spend money wildly. It’s hard to comment on that, honestly. A perfect score in psychological victory. A world where only I get hurt has been achieved. No thanks. The moment I knew the plot, I got a full-body physical. I started sleeping early, waking up early, exercising, and rejecting all bad habits. After all, health is wealth. I don’t believe that a man who doesn’t love me when I’m alive will suddenly have an epiphany when I’m dead. That’s ten billion dollars on the line! I have to seize all the initiative for myself. 2 Just like the Interface said, the male lead, Liam Caldwell, returned to the US. He brought a woman back with him. His “one that got away,” Serena Vance. At my birthday gala, Liam and Serena attended together, completely disregarding the strange looks from others, turning me into the laughingstock of our social circle. Right now, Serena had just stepped out of Liam’s car. In the novel, I should be biting my lip, eyes brimming with tears, enduring everything to gain Liam’s sympathy. But obviously, I have no intention of doing that. Liam and I are a business merger disguised as a marriage. My family’s standing is even a notch or two above his. With this background and leverage, I don’t need to use pity to achieve my goals. Ignoring the inquiring gazes of the guests, I adjusted my shawl, put on a flawless socialite smile, and walked up to Liam. “Liam, long time no see. What gift did you bring me?” “If I’m not satisfied with your gift, I’m going to be very cross with you.” As his fiancée, I can, of course, ask him directly like this. As for Serena standing next to him? I’m sorry, but in this kind of setting, she’s not really qualified to speak. Seeing my composed demeanor, Liam actually looked a bit awkward and subtly put some distance between himself and Serena. “I prepared it for you ages ago, you little troublemaker.” Liam’s gift was a diamond necklace once worn by European royalty, featuring a unique pink diamond in the center. In the original plot, I was so embarrassed by Serena’s presence that I didn’t even give Liam a chance to take out the gift. Later, this necklace became one of Serena’s collectibles. The necklace is innocent. Why should a person give up tangible benefits right in front of their eyes for some vague, ethereal emotions? I swept my hair back and smiled up at Liam. “Put it on for me.” Liam glanced at Serena, hesitating for a moment. My smile didn’t waver. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Liam, don’t get emotional. Everyone is watching.” The bond between Liam and me isn’t just sentiment; the deepest connection is actually the corporations owned by our two families. We are a community of interests. Even if Liam doesn’t love me, I have ten thousand ways to make sure he can’t leave me. Trying to please him is the least cost-effective choice. My intimate interaction with Liam made Serena’s face turn pale. Perhaps, in her imagination, I should have been weeping helplessly, watching the two of them being inseparable, becoming the joke of the party. She thought wrong. Compared to romance, there are many more important relationships between people. 3 The Interface was resigned. Artificial Intelligence cannot understand complex human emotions. It nagged me the entire night. Then it discovered that Liam’s affection score for me went from 60 to 65. [Why? Host, what did you do?] I swirled my glass of red wine, looking at Serena sitting in the corner of the banquet hall, looking completely out of place, and laughed softly. [I just reminded Liam that I am not only his fiancée but also his business partner.] I was just telling him that I am not his accessory; we are in an equal partnership. See? How insignificant romance is when measured against value. Compared to showing him my love, I prefer to make him understand my worth. At the end of the hallway, Serena was clinging to Liam, crying softly. “I’m sorry, Liam, I didn’t mean to. I’m just so sad.” “I know we broke up, but I still wanted to see what your fiancée looked like.” “Audrey Sterling is wonderful. If I had a great family background like hers, maybe we wouldn’t have separated.” In the plot, I heard this part and left sadly. But right now, I chose to walk out from behind the door. The flustered person became Liam. He abruptly pushed Serena away, trying to open his mouth to explain the scene. I didn’t question him about the reason. I just glanced disapprovingly at Serena. “Miss Vance, I’ve heard about you.” “You and Liam once had a beautiful romance, but you are separated now, after all. Today is my birthday. As my fiancé’s ex-girlfriend, you shouldn’t have come.” “The guests present are all old friends of my family. The uncles and aunts have also watched Liam grow up. By letting Liam bring you here, did you ever think about how everyone would view him?” “If you were curious about me, there were many ways for us to meet. Why did it have to be like this?” Serena frowned, opening her mouth to explain, but I didn’t give her the chance. I continued addressing Liam. “Liam, handled this poorly. I am very dissatisfied.” “You need to know, my birthday party isn’t just about celebrating a birthday. Today is also the first time since I became an adult that I’m officially introducing you to everyone.” “Do I need to explain to you what an occasion like this means? You’re not a child anymore. I will have Uncle Caldwell give my family an explanation for this.” After saying that, I turned and left directly. Liam tried to call out to stop me, but I held up a hand. “Enough. We have more important things to do today. Some things should be discussed in private.” 4 The Interface still didn’t understand. Its electronic voice was full of confusion about humanity. [Host, didn’t you say you couldn’t use sympathy? Then why did you clarify things with Liam?] [That wasn’t using sympathy.] [The one who did something wrong was Liam, so naturally, the one embarrassed shouldn’t be me. We are a business merger. Whether he loves me or not is irrelevant; what’s important is whether he behaves decently.] Liam acted indecently, but I handled it in a way that perfectly befitted my identity as Miss Sterling. So, naturally, the ones who lost face were him and Serena. With my status, should I really be bickering over whether a man loves me or not? That’s a bit ridiculous. Instead, Liam should be thinking about how to satisfy me. After all, for a marriage partner like him, it’s not like I couldn’t find someone else. The day after the party ended, Liam’s father personally came to our house to apologize. My father and I naturally didn’t make things too difficult for him. After all, what I wanted was the Caldwell family’s attitude. Giving me enough respect on the surface was sufficient. [Host, by doing this, will Liam fall in love with you?] [That’s not important. There are many kinds of love. Compared to being Liam’s wife, I’d rather hold the financial reins over him.] … The plot of a dark romance novel always revolves around the male lead, female lead, and the supporting female character. You can avoid it for a day, but not forever. In a luxury boutique, Serena and I spotted the same handbag. The sales associate looked troubled. “There is only one of this bag left in the store.” Serena’s voice was gentle, but malice hid in her eyes. “Miss Sterling, I saw it first, you know.” She pursed her lips in a smile. “Liam said he wanted to give me a gift. I didn’t expect to run into Miss Sterling here. Do you think this bag suits me?” There was no such scene in the original plot. I suppose my birthday party provoked Serena quite a bit; she’s starting to actively provoke me now. I quietly said to the Interface in my head: [Say, if I slap her right now, what would Liam do?] Interface: [??? Please don’t do that, I’m scared.] Of course, I wouldn’t get physical with Serena. It’s very unnecessary. “It’s just a bag.” I pointed to the bag. “Wrap it up for Miss Vance. Put it on my tab.” The sales associate looked like she’d been granted amnesty and walked quickly to wrap it up. Serena and I stood side-by-side in the store. The rims of her eyes were slightly red, looking like she was being bullied. I smiled and shook my head. “Miss Vance, you aren’t very smart.” She froze. “What do you mean?” “Literally what I said. What benefit is there for you in provoking me? Or do you think I’m going to shamelessly run to Liam and make a scene?” The logic of supporting female characters in these novels is always incomprehensible. Clearly, the goal is to secure the man, yet they insist on making things difficult for the heroine. Sometimes I really don’t know where her malice comes from. “Are you mocking me?” she asked, stiffening her neck. I leaned close to her ear, my voice ambiguous and low. “I’m teaching you, my dear.” Serena sprang away as if electrocuted, frowning. “What do you mean?” I patted her shoulder and stuffed the bag the assistant handed over into her arms. “A gift for you. I hope you’re—” “Happy.”

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“I sent a huge box of gifts to my crush. The next day, I saw his unboxing video. It had ten thousand likes. My heart swelled with anticipation. But then I realized… he was opening a gift from the freshman girl he was mentoring. My smile froze. The message I was about to send—“Just sent a little something your way, the main event is coming later!”—was still sitting in my drafts. Just then, my crush’s roommate sent me a private message. “Hey, Mike gave me the jacket you sent him. Are you sure it’s okay for me to keep it?” 1 Tears welled in my eyes, but I still clung to a sliver of hope. “Did he hate it that much?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. God, I sounded pathetic. He was Mike’s roommate; he had no obligation to spare my feelings. But to my surprise, this guy, who was usually so quiet, sent me a file. “I recorded this for him.” So, there was an unboxing video for my gifts after all. Holding onto that last shred of fantasy, I opened the video. And then, I fell into a long, heavy silence. 2 I had packed six different gifts into that one box. Mike, who seemed to be in a hurry, tore open the package and immediately tossed aside the top layer of international chocolates I had spent ages collecting. Even the box of Meltykiss I’d mentioned during our flirty chat a few days ago tumbled out, landing next to the trash can. If he’d only opened it, he would have found an Apple Watch inside. I’d even carefully swapped the band for one in his favorite shade of blue. My heart twisted. Suddenly, a calm, cool voice cut through the video, like a detached narrator. “This girl is a real romantic. Chocolates from different countries. I’m guessing she picked one for each month since you two met.” If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought Julian was a plant I’d hired. A tiny warmth bloomed in my chest. But in the next second, Mike’s voice, light and dismissive, snuffed it out. “Who hasn’t had chocolate before? All flash, no substance. Just trying to impress herself.” I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. 3 But Mike was never the most observant guy. It was probably normal for him to miss the little surprises. …Maybe it would get better as he kept unwrapping. I swallowed my disappointment and forced myself to keep watching. I had personally wrapped each gift in gilded, pearlescent paper and hand-drawn little cartoon versions of him with different expressions on them. I even spritzed them with the sweet perfume he’d complimented the first time we met. Mike, of course, didn’t react at all. The video went awkwardly silent for a moment. Julian, noticing the pause, casually remarked, “That’s kinda cute.” Mike immediately shot back, “It’s childish.” But I could hear the smugness in his voice. For a guy as popular as him, he was used to girls fawning over him. The gestures just got more and more elaborate. At first, Mike had been patient, carefully unwrapping the first gift. When he saw it was a set of men’s skincare products, he huffed. “What, does she think I’m some kind of pretty boy?” he muttered. Julian’s voice, flat and almost robotic, chimed in. “That brand… she probably had to get it from a duty-free shop at the airport. It’s always sold out here.” Mike ignored him, his annoyance palpable. He started tearing through the other gifts like a brute, ripping the wrapping paper to shreds. My little cartoons were torn to pieces. Even Julian seemed to wince, telling him to take it easy. Mike paid him no mind. He shook out a piece of clothing, glanced at the logo, and let out a heavy sigh. He was about to toss it aside when another hand, elegant and long-fingered, caught it. The person tried to fold it with one hand. “It’s a niche designer,” he said in a low voice. “Everything’s handmade to order.” Mike seemed to shoot him a look, then chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, we get it, you’re the trust fund kid who got cut off. You know all about this stuff. But normal people can’t recognize it. There’s no status in wearing it. Why not just get something with a big, recognizable logo? I don’t get what she’s trying to prove.” His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over my head, leaving me cold and humiliated. No matter what I sent, he found something to criticize. I was about to close the video. But then, he pulled out an envelope. He knew it was a handwritten letter from me. I’d told him I had something important to say in it. If he just read it, he’d know the iPhone 17 he really wanted was on its way. But Mike just ignored it. Julian asked him why he wasn’t reading it. He made a noise of disgust. “It’s probably just a bunch of sappy nonsense. Not interested.” The video ended there. 4 My heart went completely cold. It was also an unboxing. But the short video I’d just scrolled past was completely different. The caption was playful: “A thank-you from my newest mentee, already accepted into the program ^^” It was obvious Mike had edited it with care. He’d used at least five different background tracks, and there wasn’t a single dull moment. The freshman, Chloe, had also sent a lot of snacks. She’d even printed out their chat history and bound it into a little book. He didn’t call that “all flash, no substance.” Instead, he unwrapped everything patiently, showing each item to the camera. He treated gifts similar to mine as if they were treasures. Then, buried among the smaller items, he pulled out an Arc’teryx jacket. He put it on immediately. A different roommate was filming this time. “Dude, that looks awesome! So much better taste than that girl who’s always chasing you,” he exclaimed. I knew instantly he was talking about me. Mike didn’t deny it. He just let out a quiet, knowing laugh. History repeats itself, I guess. At the end of the video, there was another handwritten letter. Mike, now clad in the new jacket, opened it on the spot and read it with tears streaming down his face. I almost applauded. What an actor. A real performer. Except… unless I was mistaken, that Arc’teryx jacket looked exactly like the one I’d just listed on an online marketplace a few days ago. The one my cousin had gotten tired of wearing. 5 Just then, a message from Mike popped up on my phone. “I think you sent me another package?” “What did you buy this time?” Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder. I immediately contacted the shipping company to intercept the package. I didn’t bother replying to him. Instead, I opened my chat with Julian. “Go ahead and wear it,” I wrote. “Do you like blue? Or should I help you exchange it for a different color?” The “typing” bubble appeared and disappeared for a while. Finally, a message came through. “Are you okay?” I wanted to laugh. “I’m fine.” “By the way, that unboxing video… Mike told you to send it to me, didn’t he?” “And right after you sent it, he gave you the jacket?” The other end went silent. 6 Just as I thought. Mike’s intentions were painfully obvious. He filmed that critical unboxing video to show me how displeased he was with my gifts, hoping I’d take the hint and send him something else—like the new iPhone he’d mentioned a dozen times. Chloe was different. She’d saved up her living expenses for months to buy him that gift. Of course, he had different standards for us. While my mind was wandering, a new message from Julian arrived. “I’m sorry. To be honest, I really do like the jacket.” “But I only sent you the video because I thought it was the right thing to do. Mike’s motive was probably what you guessed. But my reason for sending it was to show you… he’s not worth it.” I paused. He’d better not be playing some kind of double agent game with me. As I was trying to figure out how to reply, a few more messages came in. “What do you even like about Mike?” “His face?” “You know, we actually look a bit alike.” What? What was that supposed to mean? Was everyone in that dorm room trying to score something? 7 But he was right. The first time I saw Mike, I was visiting the campus of my dream grad school before applications were due. Some upperclassmen were trying to recruit me for a club, and I was explaining I wasn’t a student there. Then I looked up and saw him. And I completely forgot how to say no. He looked so much like him. …He looked so much like that person. From the shape of his eyes to the line of his jaw, it was an aristocratically handsome face. When he wasn’t smiling, he looked cool and distant. But Mike smiled a lot. The moment our eyes met, his crinkled into a gentle, warm curve. The moles at the corner of his eye and on the tip of his nose made my head spin. How could nature’s two most perfect finishing touches appear on two different people? He stared right at me. By the time I snapped out of it, my face was burning hot all the way to my ears. It felt like a part of my heart, long dormant and dry, had sprung back to life that day. All I could think was: I have to have him. 8 I got to know Mike gradually after discovering he was a first-year grad student in the very program I was applying to. I’d ask him questions about the coursework, just as an excuse to talk to him more. Once, Mike had to go out of town for a project and told me his replies would be sporadic. He suggested I add his roommate, Julian. He said he’d already given Julian a heads-up, and that his roommate would help me with any questions in the meantime. I was ecstatic. Getting into his inner circle felt like a huge step toward getting into his life. That’s when Julian and I first connected. I even entertained the idea of turning him into my inside man, my wingman. But I quickly realized he had a very serious, almost cold personality. After a while, I barely even asked him academic questions anymore. It was just a pretext, after all. Did I really need the help? Not really. But Julian was still incredibly responsible. He even took the initiative to send me his organized notes. “Study hard,” he wrote. And then, Mike came back. My chat window with Julian went dark. 9 I never thought the same straight-laced guy who told me to “study hard” six months ago would now be sending me vague, suggestive messages like, “You know, we look a bit alike.” It was absurd. But I didn’t want to lump Julian in with the typical conceited guys. So I sent a dismissive reply: “Oh really? Send a pic, let’s see the evidence.” He went silent. I shook my head, knowing I’d called his bluff. But five minutes later, a photo actually appeared. “Sorry, just took this on my way out of the library.” He really sent one. Curiosity piqued, I tapped on the image. Even the thumbnail felt… off, in a subtle way. When I opened the full-sized picture, it became crystal clear. My breath hitched. My phone slipped from my grasp and smacked me right in the face. “

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