Eight months into Lucas Thorne’s marriage, I got pregnant. But I’m not his wife; I’m just a substitute. The heiress of the Stone family ran away from her wedding, and I, who look 80% like her, was forcibly conscripted to take her place. Mr. Stone promised to give me five million dollars after a year. Now, a tiny problem has arisen. I hurriedly called him: “The person is found, switch back quickly! If we don’t switch now, we won’t be able to!” Without even packing my luggage, I was sent away overnight. Half a month later, I was feeding white pigeons on the streets of Paris, pondering what to do with the baby. Suddenly, I was scooped into someone’s arms. The man gently stroked my cheek, his tone slow: “Wifey, have you played enough? Time to go home.” 1 Being forcibly conscripted to marry Lucas Thorne was an unexpected event. I was buying grilled squid on the street when I was inexplicably grabbed. Burly bodyguards dragged me into a luxury car regardless of my protests. Thirty minutes later, I was delivered to a villa. In the villa’s grand living room, a middle-aged man sat solemnly. As soon as he saw me, he picked up a teacup and threw it at me. His voice was like a bell: “Chloe, do you know the consequences of running away from a wedding? How did I raise such a daughter!” I dodged nimbly, avoiding the attack. The man became even angrier. “Dare to dodge? I raised you for so many years, you made such a big mistake and still dare to dodge?” Me: “Huh?” He grabbed his cane to hit me. I ran around the living room, screaming: “Who is Chloe? Don’t hit me, you caught the wrong person!!” After I pulled up my photos, social media, and digital ID, he finally accepted the fact that I wasn’t his daughter. I was just a passerby who inexplicably looked very similar to his daughter. As an apology, he compensated me with ten thousand dollars. I happily took the ten thousand and prepared to leave. But I heard the man say to me: “Miss Grace, seeing that you need money, I have a deal I want to discuss with you. There will be a heavy reward after it’s done.” One sentence stopped me in my tracks. There was one month left until the wedding. Chloe Stone ran away. If Chloe returns before the wedding, he gives me fifty thousand. If she doesn’t return, I pretend to be his daughter and marry. The term is one year. Whether the person is found or not, I will be given five million. I needed money badly. In a moment of impulse, I agreed. “Wifey, zoning out at a time like this?” Lucas was dissatisfied, biting my lip: “Baby, if you’re not good tonight, do you not want to get out of bed tomorrow?” Me: ! I snapped back from messy memories and quickly said: “No no, I’m super good! I have work tomorrow, please please.” I blinked my eyes pitifully begging him. Lucas tucked my sweaty stray hair behind my ear and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered like a devil: “Too late.” 3 My eyes were dull, staring into the void. Damn it, no one told me before marriage that Chloe’s husband had such a strong desire. Mr. Stone told me his daughter and Lucas had a business marriage. They had only seen each other’s photos and never met. And I look extremely like Chloe. So much so that Mr. Stone didn’t believe it and did a paternity test with me. Unfortunately, we have no blood relation, just pure resemblance. I was heartbroken. The fantasy of being a rich young lady shattered. If I can’t be the young lady, I can be her substitute, equally rich. Chloe couldn’t be found. The meetings, dates, getting the marriage certificate, and the wedding proposed by Lucas were all handled by me, biting the bullet. On the wedding night, I sat in the bridal room wearing a wedding dress worth seven figures waiting for him. He pushed the door open, light and shadow swaying, elongating his shadow. Lucas’s tone was calm: “Miss Stone is nervous?” I swallowed, fingers twisting the wedding dress uneasily: “That, next…” He loosened his tie, stating: “I have normal physiological needs.” I was prepared before substituting; a newlywed couple couldn’t have a sexless marriage. Lucas is very handsome. Figure is also very good. Six foot two, eight-pack abs, 7 inches… Cough cough. Anyway, I’m not losing out. Waking up the next day, I hugged the quilt pondering life. Lucas circled me from behind: “What’s wrong, wifey?” “I didn’t know I was this kind of person before.” His voice carried the huskiness and satisfaction of waking up in the morning: “Hm?” I murmured: “Actually having sex with my husband on the wedding day, how am I so open…” He pressed me back. “The second day is also okay.” At that time, I hadn’t realized something was wrong. Maybe it was the first taste of intimacy, I was also a bit addicted. One day after being lovey-dovey with Lucas for more than half a year, I suddenly woke up. Wrong. I’m not his wife at all. 4 Half a year since the wedding. In the morning, I went to work at the Stone family’s company. Before leaving, Lucas kissed me goodbye. “Wifey, I’ll pick you up today, don’t run around.” I nodded: “Mm-hm.” The first time Lucas came to pick me up, I ran to the snack street to buy grilled squid, chatting with the boss without looking at my phone. When I opened it, I found a pile of calls and texts from him. Wearing a suit incompatible with the snack street, he hugged me in front of the lively stall. He whispered in my ear with a voice only the two of us could hear: “Baby, if there’s a next time, I’ll punish you…” My ears turned red instantly: “Shut up shut up, no dirty talk in public!” He rubbed my head and pinched my ear: “Remember to tell me in advance next time, I worry if I can’t find you.” After that day, Lucas came to pick me up every now and then. I didn’t feel anything wrong either. After work, I drilled into the car, hugging him and kissing. Kissed for a long time and still hadn’t arrived home. I looked out the window and found the road was wrong. “Where are we going?” Lucas supported the back of my head: “You’ll know in a while.” Approaching the destination, Lucas put an eye mask on me. Another five minutes or so passed, he stopped with me. The eye mask was removed. The sunset poured over a garden full of red roses, magnificent and splendid. Behind, someone pushed a birthday cake forward. Amidst cheerful singing, Lucas lowered his head to kiss me. “Chloe, happy birthday.” I wondered why he suddenly brought me here. Turns out it’s Chloe’s birthday. My mood was complicated. Right. The one married to Lucas is Chloe, not me. I’m not his wife. Seeing I didn’t show happiness, Lucas was like a dog who did something wrong, asking nervously: “Don’t like it?” I suppressed the messy thoughts and smiled at him: “Like it.” The substitution period is one year. Now half a year has passed. I always thought there was still half a year, until a month later, Mr. Stone sent me a message. [Found her]

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My sister is the vicious female antagonist. My brother is the crazy villain. I am the sweet and innocent girl raised by them, one hand each. At a party, my sister was leading her group of mean girls to tear into the heroine. I barged into the hall carrying my backpack. I slapped my failed math test paper into her arms: “Sis, the teacher wants you to go to school.” The malicious smile on my sister’s face couldn’t hold. Pinching my test paper, she broke down: “This is the ninth time this month you’ve been called for a parent-teacher meeting!” In business negotiations, my brother was ambitious and ruthless. He was about to casually sign an unfair contract to swallow the male lead’s industry. I pushed open the door of the lounge and came out, handing the game console to my brother. Ignoring the tense atmosphere in the entire conference room, I said: “I can’t pass this level again, bro, you help me beat this level first.” My brother lifted me onto his lap with one hand, sighed helplessly while holding me: “Baby, this game doesn’t suit you.” He said: “Bro will acquire a new game company tomorrow, specifically to make games for you to play.” 1 Since I became conscious. I knew I lived in a world of torturous romance revolving around the male and female leads. But unfortunately. I wasn’t born well. Less than half a year after I was born. My parents both died tragically. I was raised by my brother and sister. When I was ten years old and literate. I learned that the sister who went crazy every day tutoring me with my homework. Was the primary vicious female antagonist in this world. And the brother who indulged and spoiled me without any bottom line. Was the biggest villain boss in this world. 2 The male and female leads are the center of the world. Anything against the male and female leads is doomed to have no good end. My 10th birthday was spent with my brother and sister. When making a birthday wish. I looked at my gentle and beautiful sister on the left, and then at my young and handsome brother on the right. They surrounded me holding the cake. In their eyes, there was only me. No matter how vicious and ruthless my brother and sister were outside. But in front of me, they were the people who loved me most in this world. —I don’t want them to meet their destined tragic ending. I want to do my best. To save them. 3 But I am really stupid. It seems like mom and dad gave all the IQ to my brother and sister. My brother created his own business empire at a young age. Solved the family’s financial problems. Also provided us with a superior life. My sister is especially good at winning people’s hearts. She has a beautiful and bright face. From childhood to adulthood, suitors have been endless, and she is always surrounded by groups of men and women rushing towards her. But the pity is. My brother fell for the heroine who doesn’t belong to him. My sister fell for the hero who doesn’t belong to her. 4 I sat in the passenger seat of my sister’s supercar, propping my face and sighing. My sister was driving and still raised her hand to rub my hair messily. “What’s wrong again? Didn’t understand math class again?” I turned helplessly to look at my sister: “Ethan Stone isn’t even as handsome as my brother, nor as rich as you, what exactly do you see in him?” Ethan Stone is the destined male lead of this world. My sister heard me mention his name. Raised her eyebrows slightly, pinched my face: “Actually worrying about my affairs?” She said: “You take care of your own studies first.” “How many times have I gone to parent-teacher meetings for you, lost face so many times, and got scolded by your teachers so many times.” 5 After speaking, she didn’t even give me a chance to protest. Directly turned the car around: “I have something to do tonight, can’t accompany you with homework.” She said: “I’ll drop you off at brother’s company.” I lowered my eyes and hugged my backpack tightly. —I know what she’s going to do tonight. She has many fox friends and dog friends (bad friends), and easily knew the heroine’s movements as soon as she returned to the country. The white moonlight heroine returned to the country. My sister is going to give someone a display of power tonight. I propped my chin and sighed heavily again. The supercar made a smooth U-turn and had already stopped downstairs at my brother’s company. 6 My sister got out of the car and opened the passenger door, seeing me sitting motionless in the passenger seat, she bent down and smiled at me. “What are you dazing for?” She scratched my chin. Pulled my hand to get me out of the car, and put the backpack on my back. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you upstairs.” She held my shoulders. I paused, said I could find the way myself. “You go,” I looked up at the red suspender long dress on my sister. Such a beautiful person, why did she fall for Ethan Stone. My sister was indeed in a hurry, picking me up from school and sending me here, it was already getting dark. She tidied my wrinkled collar again. Instructed uneasily: “Then I’m leaving, go up quickly to find brother, let him order food for you.” I hummed, standing in place watching her look back every three steps until she finally drove away. As soon as her car drove out of the end of this road. I immediately hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow the car in front. 7 When the taxi carried me away from downstairs of the company. Through the window, I actually saw my brother lazily carrying his suit jacket, coming out from the entrance. Behind him followed several assistants in suits running in small steps. The assistants bowed and scraped behind him. And my brother’s face was cold and stern, brows sharp. Naturally having an aura of strangers keep away. He was really sensitive, perhaps sensing my scrutinizing gaze. Actually about to look up towards me. I immediately lowered my upper body, hiding under the window. At the same time, the phone vibrated lightly in my arms. It was a message from my brother: Baby, where are you guys? Followed by another one: What do you want to eat tonight? Seems my sister told him in advance about dropping me off. I turned off the phone, pretended not to see. Now, I have to find my sister first. 8 My sister’s driving was taught by my brother personally. At 17 or 18, my brother was a regular on the race track. When they weren’t carrying me, they drove with a desperate madness. So even if I urged the taxi driver to chase closely. Also easily thrown off by my sister’s supercar. When I arrived at the star hotel in the city center, the lights inside were bright, it had already started. The security guard at the door stopped me outside. Said I didn’t have an invitation, wouldn’t let me in. I was afraid my sister was already bullying the heroine inside. Really no choice. I could only bring out my brother. Fortunately, my brother often instilled in me the domineering concept that I could walk sideways in the city. Fortunately, my brother also had shares in this hotel. After bringing out my brother, the manager came out specially. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and welcomed me respectfully. But I really had no leisure to deal with him. Carrying my backpack into the hall, I started tiptoeing to find my sister. No way, even for height, I failed to inherit my parents’ genes. My brother’s height is approaching 6’3″ (190cm), my sister was already 5’9″ (175cm) when she just became an adult. And me, still not even 5’5″ (165cm) yet. 9 Where my sister is, is always the center of the crowd. So I scanned the hall. And saw the group of people at the railing on the second floor. My sister in a gorgeous red dress, stepping on stilettos, holding a red wine glass, a cigarette between her fingers. Leaning lazily on the railing. And around her, squeezed a group of men and women. Surrounded in the very center, was a young girl wearing plain white clothes with delicate features. Looking at that temperament. I determined almost at a glance, that was the heroine. I dared not stop, ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time. The closer I got to that place, the more I could hear their mockery and ridicule. And although my sister didn’t speak, the corners of her mouth hooked a malicious smile. Really a vivid image of a domineering villainess. I rushed over, before standing firm, pulled out the failed math test paper from my bag and slapped it on my sister’s chest. “—Sis,” I called her breathlessly. My sister was startled by me. She didn’t hold the wine glass steady, dropped it on the ground. But her reaction was also fast. Almost the moment the wine glass landed, she lifted me by the armpits and hugged me. Avoided the broken glass on the ground. I hugged her neck smoothly, wrapped around her waist, leaning on her. In front of all the young men and women present, said loudly: “Sis, the teacher wants you to go to school.”

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Three years into my relationship with the billionaire scion of the capital, everything between us was still clearly priced. Dinner, $20,000. A date, $100,000. Spending the night, $300,000. One day, I discovered I was pregnant. After a few seconds of mental processing, I looked at the aloof and dignified man across from me and asked bluntly: “Bro, do you have a hundred million?” 1 Ethan Black was stunned by my question. He was wearing loose hospital pajamas, yet his handsome face showed no pallor, his sharp eyes staring at me: “What’s wrong?” “Why ask this suddenly?” He pulled the corners of his lips into a smile, the mischief in his eyes not looking like someone sick at all: “Want to earn enough to make a hundred million?” “Cough cough.” I almost choked to death, “Of course not that meaning, I mean…” The sentence “Can you give me a hundred million if I bear you a child” was already on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly seeing his face darken: “If not that meaning then don’t say it,” “We have nothing good to talk about.” His cold and heartless appearance made my heart tremble. Tsk. How could I forget Ethan is a DINK (Double Income, No Kids) believer. We agreed long ago not to talk about feelings or love, only physical needs. If he knew about the child… He would definitely think I deliberately planned to use the child to ask for money. Let alone a hundred million, he might even ask for the previous money back. Better forget it. I silently crumpled the report from the obstetrics department and chose to hide it carefully behind my back. “Oh, then nothing.” 2 Ethan didn’t ask anything more. He had no feelings for me anyway. Calling me out was nothing more than being his meal buddy. And bed buddy. But this month wasn’t very coincidental. His two million limit was used up in the middle of this month. So… The man confined me tightly on the hospital bed, kissing down from my earlobe. Seeing him about to unbutton my shirt, I shivered. And moved three feet away from him directly. “This month’s limit is used up!” “Can’t do that anymore!” Ethan’s handsome face was annoyed, staring straight at me, speaking with the confidence of wealth: “I’ll add money!” “No!” Add what money?! What if the baby is harmed! Usually loving money as my life, I rarely refused. Ethan stared at me suspiciously. My heart trembled, and I casually spouted nonsense: “I… I’m not feeling well this month.” “Plus work is busy, I can only accompany you when you are sick, other than that, no way!” After speaking, I wanted to leave hurriedly. Afraid Ethan would discover the secret in my phone. He suddenly grabbed me, voice as cold as always: “So I can only see you when sick this month?” Thinking of Ethan working out all year round. His health was unusually good. I nodded fiercely. “Yes! Only when sick can you see me!” 3 Ethan’s deep eyes darkened. Originally wanted to say something. Just then the doctor holding the medical record came in: “Mr. Black, hello, you just caught a cold from a cold shower, no big problem, can be discharged.” Cold shower? Why take a cold shower in winter? Sick, right? I looked at Ethan like looking at a fool. Silently praying the child’s looks take after his father. IQ must not be like him! “Alright, now you can be discharged.” “Let’s not meet this month!” “See you next month, President Black!” See what next month! I ran home like fleeing from famine. Hurriedly packed a few pieces of luggage. Preparing to find a place Ethan couldn’t find to nourish the fetus. Knowing the news, my best friend Chloe was a bit surprised: “You… you decided to keep this child just like that?” “Yeah!” While stuffing clothes into the suitcase, I said without any hesitation: “You also know I have no relatives since childhood, I’m an orphan.” “Originally planned to save enough money to go abroad for IVF to give myself a relative.” “Now it’s great, a relative just came naturally!” Moreover, with Ethan’s genes. The child must be very good-looking. I made up my mind and immediately opened my phone to book a flight to leave. Chloe hesitated: “This month isn’t over yet, what if Ethan gets sick again and looks for you…” “How is that possible?” I waved my hand carelessly: “He works out every day like a calf, so strong, how could he get sick twice a month…” Before I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was a call from Ethan’s assistant: “Hello Miss Lin, President Black fell ill and is hospitalized again, please come to the hospital to accompany him.” As if afraid I wouldn’t go. The assistant added: “This is within this month’s limit, please arrive quickly.” 4 Same hospital, same ward. I ran exactly seven times in a week. Yes. Once a day. Fever today, cold tomorrow, rash on face the day after, twisted ankle the day after that… After such a toss, I looked at the man covered in injuries on the hospital bed. First time doubting the physical quality of this business tycoon. “Bro, do you have cerebellum problems? Or uncoordinated limbs?” Otherwise, how could he twist his ankle three times leaving the hospital entrance. And twisted his arm too? Ethan raised his eyes coldly to look at me. “You question my ability?” “No.” I told the truth. I question his IQ. Will brain damage be hereditary? I stared at him suspiciously. Looking him up and down, unconsciously stopped at a certain part— The man suddenly reached out and pulled me fiercely. Male aura attacked me overwhelmingly, before I could react, Ethan pinched my chin and kissed fiercely. “Mmph… Mmph…” His movements were too big. I had severe morning sickness recently. Suddenly felt strong discomfort in my lower abdomen. I struggled trying to push him away. The man’s movements became more forceful, fixing me firmly in front of him. While grinding my lips hard, he gritted his teeth and said: “Can’t even touch you…” “Ugh!” Splash. I vomited. Unknown liquid sprayed all over Ethan’s clean hospital gown, he was almost furious: “Summer Lin! You hate me this much!” “Actually vomited kissing me!”

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Three years into living in a basement with Julian, I found a deed to a villa under his desk. Suddenly, a barrage of comments flashed before my eyes: [LMAO, the female side character probably thinks this is a birthday gift for her. Does she really think she can live in a villa with her poor vibe?] [The male lead would rather squeeze into a dark and damp basement himself to give the female lead the best material conditions. In his heart, the female lead is forever the little princess who needs pampering! Boohoo, I ship them so hard!] [A down-and-out boy turned popular singer vs. a fallen proud little princess. Can’t wait to see the male and female leads get intimate in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the balcony!] My breath hitched. I dialed Julian’s number, but heard his friend teasing him: “You bought a villa for your childhood sweetheart but gave your girlfriend a postcard worth two bucks. Aren’t you afraid she’ll make a scene?” Julian chuckled lightly, saying with certainty: “No, Mia has always been gentle and sensible. Besides, she’s used to suffering with me.” “Unlike Yola, who was pampered growing up. She’s delicate and needs someone to spoil her.” At that moment, the seven-year relationship suddenly felt exhausting. I turned around and dialed a number: “Dad, I’ve decided to take over the family company.” 1 Julian didn’t seem to realize he had answered my call. The conversation continued. That person pressed on: “Pouring your heart out for your childhood sweetheart… We’re all men here, I don’t believe you don’t have any feelings for her.” “Are you really willing to just marry Mia like this? You’ve been dating for seven years, aren’t you tired of it?” Julian was silent for a while. “It’s different. One is a dream, the other is reality.” “Mia loves me very much. She’s obedient and sensible. I must be responsible for her.” Others laughed and praised him for being a devoted lover. The lively and noisy atmosphere continued. I pressed the hang-up button only to realize my hands and feet were cold. 2 When Julian came back, he smelled of alcohol. Tipsiness climbed up his fair cheeks. He came over to hold my hand gently as usual. I dodged him. He saw the property deed on the coffee table at a glance. His eyes flickered, but his tone was frank, without a trace of guilt: “Yola’s family went bankrupt. It’s not easy for a young girl like her in New York. Besides, her parents sponsored me when I was young. Rationally and emotionally, I should lend a hand.” “Just lending a hand, is it necessary to give a villa?” Julian frowned: “Yola grew up being pampered. I can’t let a young girl like her live in a basement like me, can I?” I suddenly realized. So he also knew not to let girls live in a basement. Living here with Julian for three years, I had complained too. But Julian said the damp and cramped environment could make his inspiration explode and create good works. So I endured the moldy air and cockroaches that made me tremble with fear for three years. Love makes one brave. When not loved, it becomes a joke. Julian unzipped his jacket and took out a huge baked sweet potato. “I know you like to eat this. I made a special detour to buy it. It’s still hot.” “Today is your birthday. Let’s not be unhappy because of irrelevant people, okay?” Before I could speak, Julian’s phone rang. I only heard an arrogant female voice. Not knowing what was said, Julian pressed his brow helplessly, but there was a smile on his face: “You really know how to torment people!” “Got it, coming right over.” Hanging up the phone, Julian glanced at me, his smile fading a lot. He leaned over and hurriedly planted a kiss on my forehead. “A friend has an emergency. I’ll go help. I’ll be back later to cut the cake with you.” He picked up his jacket and left in a hurry. But the birthday gift was left behind. A postcard with a hand-drawn QR code inside. Scanned it with my phone, and a melodious melody slowly rippled in the damp air. There were two lines of Julian’s handwriting on the card: [I always said I would write an exclusive birthday song for you, and this year I finally did it.] [Happy birthday, thank you for always being with me.] So he still remembered this promise. I looked up, but saw the constantly refreshing comments: [I’m really speechless. Why does the female side character want to grab everything? It’s clearly a song inspired by the male lead’s reunion with the female lead. How did it become hers? Shameless!] [Why is this female side character so possessive of other people’s money? The male lead can spend the money he earns however he wants. It’s annoying to see her long face all day.] [Hehe, the male lead went to help the proud little princess tune the piano. As everyone knows, tuning the piano equals flirting. Piano play is just around the corner!] I opened Julian’s WeChat. He doesn’t like posting on Moments, except for four words posted half a month ago: [Seeing the sunshine again.] But that day was rainy. According to the comments, that was the day he reunited with Yola. The sweet potato was completely cold. I didn’t touch it. I tore the postcard into pieces and threw it into the trash can. The comments scolded me for not knowing what’s good for me. 3 A month ago, I discovered strange bullet comments. They said Julian had a childhood “white moonlight” (the one who got away), the love of his life. At first, I didn’t believe the strange comments. Until Julian really brought back a girl. And according to the comments, I found the villa Julian bought for her. 4 I pieced together the complete story from the comments. Julian and Yola are the male and female leads of a sweet romance novel. Julian’s parents worked as servants in the York family. Young Julian’s inferiority complex made him afraid to approach Yola, only able to watch from afar. Until the York family went bankrupt and Yola became an orphan, their statuses reversed when they met again. But in Julian’s heart, Yola is always the treasure he needs to cherish and love. And I, Mia Wen, am just Julian’s second choice, a compromise. When he met Yola, he realized he couldn’t compromise in this life. Julian didn’t come back all night. Near noon, a young girl came to the door. Dressed in an exquisite Chanel-style suit, just the ordinary hairpin on her hair cost five thousand dollars. From the comments, I learned this was the female lead, Yola York. “I’m here to get something.” After entering, she fanned her nose in disgust. She walked straight to the rightmost room. “You can’t enter this room.” This is Julian’s recording studio. He never lets outsiders in. Once my pearl necklace broke and rolled into the room. When I went in to pick it up, Julian got very angry. After I stopped Yola, she clicked her tongue irritably and video-called Julian in front of me. “Julian, are you annoying? You let me come, but your girlfriend stopped me from entering!” After saying a few words, the girl shoved the phone directly into my hand. “Let Yola in. I asked her to get something for me.” In the video, Julian looked at me, his tone gentle: “Mia, the rock band guys are gathering tonight. Come with me.” Before I could speak, Yola grabbed the phone: “I want to go too. Julian, take me with you!” A commanding tone. Julian was not angry. He curled his lips indulgently: “Stop it, that circle is messy, full of hooligans.” Yola pouted and stopped talking. I silently watched her take a small bag from the recording studio. When she walked to the door, she suddenly looked back. Her eyes were somewhat contemptuous: “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your boyfriend. Julian is just a dog of mine. Are you women tired of fighting over men all day?” “Let me remind you kindly, girls should know self-love. No matter what environment you are in, you should dress up and please yourself.” The comments went crazy again: [Great, it’s dog-taming literature, we are saved!] [Baby sister hasn’t figured it out yet. Looking forward to the day she rides the male lead like a dog~] [This female side character is really something. Dressing so sloppily every day, who is she disgusting? It counts as a work injury for the male lead to sleep with her, right?] [It’s so cool to hear the female lead refuse female competition! I love it to death!] I looked down at my outfit. Home T-shirt and wide-leg pants, comfortable and casual. How did it become sloppy? I met her gaze neither humble nor arrogant. “Miss York, everything you eat, wear, use, and live in now is Julian’s money, right? Objectively speaking, half of that belongs to me.” Yola blushed with anger. Unsurprisingly, I was scolded from head to toe by the comments again.

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While delivering documents to my boss’s house, I ended up getting locked down there. What’s that saying? Three sentences to make a man spend 180,000? I can make my boss my slave in 14 days! 1 When I knocked on President Lucas Qu’s door, I had already cursed his ancestors eighteen generations back in my heart. Damn capitalist, paying me peanuts that even a dog would shake its head at, yet working me like a horse. Calling me to deliver documents on such a cold day, I’m not even his secretary! If it weren’t for the difficulty of finding a job due to the pandemic, I would have thrown my resignation letter in his face long ago. Dog of a man, no wonder he can’t find a girlfriend at his age! While I was cursing my boss ferociously in my mind, the door suddenly opened. Lucas was wearing a set of gray pajamas, his messy hair slightly unkempt, but it couldn’t hide his handsomeness at all. …Being good-looking is his only redeeming quality. He looked down at me condescendingly and said lightly, “Yola You, do you have a facial cramp?” I rubbed my face and put on a stiff smile: “I’m freezing.” Obviously, Lucas didn’t have the organ called conscience. He nodded and reached out to take the documents from my hand. “Mm.” … Mm your mom’s head! Maybe my condemning gaze was too intense, Lucas coughed into his fist and said politely, “Come in for a cup of hot water?” I should have refused. But I was really cold! I pretended not to understand his fake politeness and fake smiled: “Sure, thanks, President Qu.” Lucas: … “Come in.” He stepped aside helplessly to let me in. “Is hot cocoa okay?” After I sat on the sofa, Lucas walked over in his slippers and asked. I nodded: “Okay, okay.” He glanced at me, seemingly surprised by my audacity. While Lucas went into the kitchen to make hot cocoa, I secretly admired his home. A 3,200-square-foot penthouse with a direct view of the sea from the balcony. Whether it was the luxurious chandelier or the Italian imported leather sofa beneath me, they were all blatantly telling me they were expensive. How nice, the evil capitalist living in such a luxurious house with our blood and sweat money! It would be great if I could live in such a good house someday. I counted on my fingers and estimated that I would have to start working from the Southern Song Dynasty to afford this house. “Drink up.” Lucas put the mug on the coffee table and sat on the sofa to the side. I quietly sipped the hot cocoa, stealing glances at Lucas. At the company, he was always in a suit and tie, buttoned up to the top even in the hottest weather. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a refined scum. I had never seen him in loungewear, hair loose, without glasses. He seemed several years younger out of thin air, even carrying a hint of boyishness. “Seen enough?” Lucas said without looking up. I quickly looked away, downed the hot cocoa in a few gulps awkwardly: “Thanks, President Qu, I’ll be going now, rest well!” Lucas nodded: “I’ll see you out.” Saying that, without waiting for me to refuse, he grabbed a jacket from the rack and draped it over his shoulders. The boss seeing me out personally, I was a bit flattered, following behind him downstairs. Out of the elevator, I looked up and saw several people in full protective suits standing in the lobby. …An ominous premonition surged in my heart. Seeing us come down, those people quickly reached out to stop us: “Building 7 has confirmed cases. From now on, it’s locked down, entry only, no exit! Residents please self-isolate at home, we will provide supplies regularly!” … A bolt from the blue! I turned my head in shock to look at the stunned Lucas. I had never seen such a bewildered expression on his face! The epidemic prevention personnel urged us anxiously. Lucas and I looked at each other, not knowing what to do. A minute later, he covered his face: “…Sorry to drag you into this, stay at my place for now.” I didn’t move. He looked at me doubtfully: “What’s wrong? It’s okay, my house has a guest bedroom.” I hesitated for a while, then looked up stutteringly: “…Does the quarantine period count as paid leave?” 2 Life is like a dream. Ten minutes ago, I was sitting here calculating when I would have to start earning money to live in such a big house. And now, I was really going to live here. Lucas took me into the guest bedroom. Although called a guest bedroom, it was more than half the size of my small apartment and also had a view of half the sea. The king-size bed was covered with a bedspread. Lucas pointed to the closet on the side: “There are quilts inside, find one yourself. There’s an en-suite bathroom over there.” I nodded, and Lucas closed the door and went out: “You settle in first.” Hearing his footsteps go away, I threw myself onto the bed. The mattress was soft and supportive, obviously good stuff. Lying on the bed, my feelings were complicated. Paid leave for 14 days, any other time, I would be laughing in my dreams. But if these 14 days are spent living with the boss… How to put it, chocolate that tastes like shit. Lucas’s bed was too comfortable; I accidentally fell asleep thinking about it. When I woke up, I found myself covered with a down duvet. I rolled out of bed and quietly walked into the living room. I slept soundly. It was just past two in the afternoon when I arrived, and now the sunset outside the window had filled half the sky with pink and purple clouds. Lucas sat by the bed, his high nose bridge casting a shadow on his side profile. I was a bit embarrassed: “Thanks, President Qu, sorry to trouble you to cover me.” Lucas turned around, his expression complicated. “Yola, why do you snore when you sleep?” … The three-bedroom apartment under my feet was instantly completed. I felt I could stop living here! More awkwardly, my stomach suddenly growled: Gurgle… Just when I wished I could bang my head on the ground, the stomach growling sounded again. This time it wasn’t me. I looked up, a trace of crimson spreading behind Lucas’s fair ears. He hesitated and asked: “…Can you cook?” I can’t cook; I can only eat. But there are only two people in this house. Either I cook, or Lucas cooks. Letting Lucas cook for me, that would really be looking for death in a latrine with a flashlight. I nodded stiffly: “I can’t, but I can try.” Lucas looked at me skeptically, walked over, and opened his double-door refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty. The scene fell into a suffocating silence. What’s scarier than being trapped in the boss’s house is being trapped in the boss’s house with nothing there. A sour squeeze came from my stomach. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and now my chest was really sticking to my back. Just when I was almost desperate, I suddenly remembered there were two packs of Luosifen (river snail rice noodles) in my bag. I bought them at the supermarket at noon, intending to take them back to eat. I looked at Lucas tentatively: “President Qu, perhaps you’ve eaten Luosifen?” Lucas glanced at me: “No, I don’t like food with strong smells.” “Oh… then do you mind if I eat Luosifen in your house?” 3 Lucas finally reluctantly agreed. Although his expression wasn’t very good. I skillfully boiled water and put in the noodles, adding all kinds of ingredients. Soon, the air was filled with a smell like a blocked sewer. Lucas sat on the sofa, his face livid, covering his nose. After a while, he probably couldn’t stand it anymore and went into his room, closing the door. I snorted disdainfully. Guess he’s still not hungry. I happily put the Luosifen in a big bowl and turned on the drama I was chasing recently. This brand is really amazing. Although a few bucks more expensive than other brands, the taste is so authentic! Just as I was about to slurp the noodles happily, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open loudly. Lucas’s footsteps were heavy. Repressing his endurance on his beautiful face, he covered his nose and asked me: “Can you eat faster! This smell is like a toilet exploded!” I looked up with a bitter smile: “President Qu, it’s hot!” “Why don’t you taste a bite? This thing is like stinky tofu, smells bad but tastes good.” “Impossible! Even if I starve to death, I will absolutely not eat this thing!” I picked up a chopstick of noodles. The crystal clear rice noodles were covered with tempting soup: “Just taste a bite. Anyway, you already smell like it.” “It’s really delicious!” I heard Lucas’s stomach growl again. He swallowed, a trace of struggle flashing across his face. … “Fine, I’ll just taste one bite.” Lucas indeed just tasted one bite. He changed chopsticks, picked a chopstick-full from my bowl. And slurped away a small half of my bowl in one go. … My hand gripping the chopsticks tightened gradually, and my face started to darken. Lucas glanced at me, sucked all the noodles into his mouth somewhat awkwardly. He wiped his mouth: “…Sorry.” My heart aches so much. Only a bit more than half of the rice noodles left in the bowl! I didn’t speak, took the bowl, and sat aside to slurp. Lucas sat opposite me, coughed once, and didn’t speak. I pretended not to hear. Too much! I hate people who say they’ll just taste but take a huge bite the most! … After a long time, just when I finished the noodles and picked up the bowl to drink the soup, Lucas spoke. His voice was a bit unnatural, whispering: “Is there any left? Help me cook a pack too?” … To compensate me, Lucas and I split the last pack of noodles half and half. After barely eating enough, we sat in the living room filled with the smell. Lucas’s expression was somewhat satisfied, yet somewhat melancholy. “What to eat tomorrow? If I knew earlier, I would have bought some things back.” I didn’t know either, could only comfort him: “It’s okay, maybe supplies will be delivered tomorrow.” He nodded. We had nothing to say, and the atmosphere began to fall silent. I was a bit embarrassed, stood up to go back to the room, planning to take a shower and sleep early. Although Lucas’s house had no food, the toiletries were quite complete. I casually picked up a bottle of shampoo. It was densely written with foreign words I didn’t know, looking expensive at first glance. After taking a comfortable hot bath, I dried myself with a brand new bath towel and planned to go to bed. Just as I took off the bath towel, I suddenly discovered a very awkward problem. …I didn’t bring a change of underwear! 4 Early in the morning, Lucas and I were paralyzed on the sofa, stomachs growling. Hunger made me bold enough to complain: “President Qu, why is there nothing in your house?” Lucas said weakly: “Usually the auntie buys vegetables and cooks. She’s afraid the vegetables aren’t fresh, so she buys them fresh every day.” My hatred for the rich was stirring. …Evil rich people, this is karma. I walked over and opened the window. Lucas looked at me: “What are you doing?” “I’m drinking some northwest wind.” … “I just mentioned it in the owners’ group chat. The property management said vegetables can be delivered at noon. Bear with it a bit longer.” We just lay on the sofa watching TV, enduring the time with difficulty. “Lanzhou people say their morning starts with a bowl of beef ramen. This city with more than a thousand ramen restaurants consumes a million bowls of ramen every day…” Looking at the ramen with clear soup and white noodles, sprinkled with cilantro and beef on the screen, I swallowed. Lucas’s Adam’s apple moved too. He looked at the TV: “This is the first time I’ve wanted to eat ramen so much.” Ramen my ass, pull a few knives (kill me) instead. Don’t know what can be delivered at noon. Lucas turned to look at me: “Yola, let’s go out for noodles when the lockdown is lifted?” I nodded: “Sure, when will the lockdown be lifted?” Lucas was optimistic: “Should be just 14 days. The epidemic situation here isn’t very serious.” I hesitated for a long time: “President Qu… um…” “?” He looked at me doubtfully. I gritted my teeth and braved it: “Can you ask the property management to deliver a few pairs of panties for me!” Lucas opened his mouth slightly, staring at me blankly. His fair skin turned visibly red: “Ah…” I lowered my head, blushing, and didn’t speak. I really didn’t want to trouble the property management, but I couldn’t always go commando! A lone man and woman in a room, this is too that! Silence, suffocating silence. After a while, Lucas’s voice sounded vaguely: “What size do you wear?” … The property management was very efficient. Just past lunchtime, they delivered a big bag of vegetables, fruits, rice, noodles, and meat. And three pairs of women’s panties. Lucas looked at the three small packages of panties, throwing them to me as if they were hot potatoes: “Your stuff!” I glanced at him speechlessly. Making a fuss over nothing. What about panties? Doesn’t he wear underwear? Everything arrived. Lucas and I sat at the dining table staring at each other. “Cough.” He signaled with his eyes that it was time for me to cook. I turned my head away, pretending not to understand. “Cough cough!” … “Yola.” I looked up at him. “Go cook.” I looked at Lucas sincerely: “President Qu, I’m not lazy. It’s just that these ingredients are too precious. I’m afraid I’ll ruin them.” It’s one thing to work like a horse at work, but wanting me to be a free nanny too. Dream on! Today I, the salted fish, will turn over and make the boss work like a horse for me! Lucas rolled his eyes at me, his gaze complex, as if regretting recruiting me. After a stalemate for a long time, he stood up helplessly: “You should know how to wash vegetables, right? Let’s make vinegar shredded potatoes.” I moved a small stool to sit in the kitchen peeling potatoes. Lucas rolled up his sleeves and somehow got an apron. Really, bad students have a lot of stationery. Acting like it’s a real thing. He tied a beautiful bow behind his back and took the potatoes I peeled to shred. Lucas seemed to be holding not a potato but a bomb. Brows furrowed, he bent over holding that potato carefully, gesturing for a long time before making the first cut. Looking at this posture, I felt it wasn’t good. Lucas noticed me looking at him and turned slightly embarrassed to block the potato: “Wash your vegetables.” The sound of the kitchen knife landing on the cutting board was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Lucas’s appearance of facing a formidable enemy infected me, and soon I became a bit nervous too. … If he cuts off a finger, it’s not easy to go to the hospital now! I looked at Lucas’s busy back with worry. More than twenty minutes later, just when my stomach rumbled again, Lucas said with embarrassment with his back to me: “Not eating shredded potatoes today. Let’s eat vinegar potato chunks.” …Vinegar potato chunks, is this fucking appropriate?! But since I wasn’t working, I was embarrassed to say much. I could only nod and comfort: “That works too. Anyway, the shape coming out after eating is the same.” Lucas glanced at me sideways: “I somewhat regret letting you come to deliver documents now.” You think I don’t regret it?! Do I want to eat your bullshit vinegar potato chunks here?! Lucas is indeed the boss. Cooking is like working in the company. One moment asking me to bring vinegar, the next moment asking me to bring salt. “Hey, it’s burning, it’s burning, pour some water quickly!” I spun around in the kitchen like a top, poured a bowl of water and handed it to him. Lucas poured all the water into the pot with a splash, instantly submerging the potatoes. Okay, looks like we can’t eat vinegar potato chunks either. Let’s drink potato soup today. A white smoke smelling of vinegar rose in the kitchen. Lucas’s eyes lit up: “Right! That’s the smell!” … When we sat down at the dining table, an hour had passed. At the huge table, Lucas and I occupied one side each. In the middle was a plate of semi-soup potato chunks. Lucas picked up his phone and took a bunch of pictures of the potatoes, somewhat proud: “This is the first time I cooked a dish!” I looked at the half-cooked potato chunks of various shapes and sizes in front of me, soaking in the soup like in a hot spring. I really don’t understand what Lucas is proud of. Lucas lifted his thin eyelids, raised his chin and pointed at me: “Taste it, how is it?” I feel this dish has a strange magic. Looking at it makes you full; not hungry anymore. But if I really dare not to give the leader face, I guess after the paid leave, I will be on indefinite leave. I picked up a piece of potato, took a deep breath, and put it in my mouth. Sour, really fucking sour. Killing the vinegar seller. Besides sourness, there was no other taste. Too little salt, too much water. After chewing a mouthful of potato eighty-one times, I struggled to pull out a smile. “Delicious! It’s really too delicious, this taste is too authentic!” Lucas’s mouth corners hooked up: “Smart people are fast at everything. Tomorrow I can make shredded potatoes.” He reached out and picked up a piece of potato. Then his expression began to change constantly, just like the streamer selling black plums I saw on TikTok. His features tangled together, chewed reluctantly, closed his eyes and swallowed. “Delicious, really too delicious. I’m full, Yola, the rest is yours.” He pushed the plate in front of me. … I suspect my leader wants to humanely destroy me with a plate of potatoes. Just as I was worrying looking at the potatoes, Lucas burst out laughing. I looked up at him. Spots of light from the crystal chandelier sprinkled on his face. His eyelids showed a slight pink, and his eyes were full of smiles. I had never seen Lucas like this. I looked at him somewhat dazed. Lucas held the chopsticks with his slender fingers, looking at me and said: “Just kidding.” “If I poison you, wouldn’t I be isolating here alone?”

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On the seventh day of the cold war with my arranged marriage husband, I vomited. Good news: I’m pregnant. Bad news: He’s infertile. I ran back to my parents’ house overnight and threw the pregnancy test onto my brother’s bed. My mom saw it and fainted on the spot. My dad was so angry he gave him a beating, demanding he bring my sister-in-law home. Sorry, big brother, you’re taking the blame for this one. Later, when my best friend and I went to the hospital to consult about an abortion, we bumped into my arranged marriage husband. I cowardly proposed a divorce: “I’ll leave with nothing. I won’t let you be a ‘happy’ father.” His face was deadly cold as he tightly gripped my wrist: “Letting my daughter call some wild man ‘daddy’? In your dreams.” 1 Ethan Zhou is eight years older than me. Cold personality. And old-fashioned. Even my brother complained that every woman in the elite circle lusted after his face, but no one wanted to marry him. Not long ago, my family’s company was on the verge of bankruptcy. It was he who stepped in and cleared a debt of three hundred million. My dad was so grateful he almost knelt down to him. Then Ethan proposed a condition: marrying into my family would waive the three hundred million debt. He’s a man, my brother’s a man. So the only one he could point to was me. These years I’ve been lying flat and leeching off my dad, feeling a bit guilty, so I agreed to the marriage. A month later, I married into the Zhou family with great fanfare. Because Mrs. Zhou isn’t Ethan’s biological mother, their relationship is very cold. So I didn’t have any troublesome mother-in-law issues. No one urged me to have children either. Until I saw Ethan’s physical examination report, I learned he had azoospermia (infertility). No wonder he never mentioned children, but did it fiercely. Turns out he couldn’t have them. But my small frame couldn’t stand his nightly torments, so I often rejected him. Ethan didn’t force me, solving it himself in the bathroom. Life after marriage was quite comfortable, but there were accidents. Once, hearing me complain to my best friend about being bored at home, Ethan took it upon himself to sign me up for many hobby classes. In the evening, I had to report to him, standing in front of him like an elementary school student, performing. If I didn’t learn well, he would keep a straight face and hit my palm with a ruler. What made me speechless was when I was bewildered by him in bed, calling him “hubby” in a sweet voice. He suddenly whispered in my ear asking me “how to say hubby in French.” That day I couldn’t bear it anymore, kicked him off the bed directly, had a big fight, and started a cold war. Today is the seventh day of the cold war. 2 Ethan sat at the dining table, holding coffee in his left hand, looking down at his tablet. The scratch on his forehead had turned light pink. That day I had just finished Taekwondo class and kicked him off the bed. His forehead hit the corner of the cabinet, cutting a one-centimeter bloody gash. I ignored him; he went downstairs to apply medicine himself. In the following days, he went back to the room to sleep as usual, but just didn’t talk to me. Petty man. I took two bites of the meat bun, felt a bit greasy, and threw it onto the plate casually. Ethan suddenly looked up, then lowered his head again, still silent. My phone buzzed constantly. My best friend kept sending messages warning: “Don’t talk to him first!” “I tell you, old men love to pretend, wanting you to apologize first. Just ignore him for a few days.” “Besides, his desire is so strong, he definitely can’t hold it. You must make him admit his mistake to you.” My best friend got angrier as she spoke, sending voice messages directly later. I accidentally pressed play, causing the person opposite to look up. Ethan’s eyes were pitch black, his gaze slowly falling on my face. Stared for a few seconds, suddenly stood up, pulled out the chair, and left. Prepared for a big fight, I was stunned directly. He just left like that? Like punching cotton, making me unhappy. Angered me into hunger, grabbed the bun and ate a few bites, but saw Ethan’s assistant suddenly walking over. Respectfully said to me: “Madam, Sir asks you to pay attention to protecting his privacy and not discuss his private matters with your friends.” I was so angry I gave him the middle finger and stormed out of the dining room. Just back in the room, nausea rose in my stomach. I rushed into the toilet and vomited all my breakfast. For the whole day, I vomited whatever I ate. Lying in bed sighing, I messaged my best friend. “I’m sick.” “Babe, you’re not pregnant, are you?” My best friend’s horrifying question scared me. I quickly ordered a pregnancy test online. Good news: I’m pregnant. Bad news: He’s infertile. This child isn’t Ethan’s! 3 Just a week ago. I skipped French class and went to a bar with my best friend to have fun. On the dance floor, I met a pure male college student, Ryan Guan. Very handsome face, although not comparable to Ethan, but sweet-mouthed, coaxing my best friend and me into elation. Ordered tens of thousands worth of drinks, treating him and his friends. At the end, Ryan asked for my WeChat. My best friend encouraged me to add him. But just as I took out my phone, a superb but cold face suddenly jumped before my eyes. I put away my phone and rejected him. That was the first meeting. The second time was actually in bed. That day I went to a dessert class and met Ryan. He was the dessert teacher’s assistant. Because we knew each other, he took extra care of me. Unexpectedly, it aroused the jealousy of a female student who drugged my milk tea. In a daze, I seemed to beg Ryan to take me to a hotel, and soon my body reacted. Ryan kept calling me, asking me to wake up. I hooked his neck and kissed him eagerly: “My husband ignores me…” Don’t know if it was an illusion, felt like after saying this sentence, Ryan’s aura suddenly had a trace of aggression. That big hand held my waist, hot and smooth. “Only proactive after being drugged?” I couldn’t make a sound, hugged by him, turned over and pressed under him. That night the lights didn’t go out. Like floating on a boat, dizzy from shaking. Opening eyes again, Ryan was gone. Even the scent disappeared completely. After returning home, I soaked in the bathtub for three hours, coming out only when my skin was wrinkled. At night Ethan wanted to do it, I refused. He didn’t solve it himself like before but pulled my hand and tossed until midnight. The next day my wrist hurt so much I couldn’t hold chopsticks. When Mrs. Zhou asked, I blushed not knowing how to respond. Could only glare at Ethan. Ethan, who always disliked talking to Mrs. Zhou, spoke lightly: “You don’t need to ask about private matters between husband and wife.” Mrs. Zhou understood instantly, hurriedly changed the subject, talking about the illegitimate son I never knew about. She chattered on, but didn’t cause any fluctuation in Ethan’s emotions. His expression was calm, blocking Mrs. Zhou’s mouth with one sentence. “Let him behave himself until graduation, then I will give him a chance to recognize his ancestors.” “Otherwise, even you will have to move out of the Zhou family.” That was the first time I witnessed his temper. 4 I looked down at the pregnancy test, feeling cold all over. If Ethan knew the child wasn’t his, I would be kicked out of the Zhou family too. Even worse. I packed my luggage overnight and ran back to my parents’ house, accidentally bringing the pregnancy test back too. Before being discovered, I threw the pregnancy test onto my brother’s bed. My mom fainted directly upon seeing it. My dad was so angry he beat him up, asking him to quickly bring my sister-in-law home. My brother shouted injustice while dodging: “I really don’t have a girlfriend… stop hitting me…” “Sister, sister come out and save me!” Sorry, big brother, you take the blame for now. Back in the room, I messaged Ethan. [Hubby, my mom misses me, I’m staying home for a few days, don’t miss me.] Unexpectedly Ethan replied quickly: [How many days?] Me: [Three hundred and sixty-five days.] Typed it out as I thought it. I quickly retracted: [A month.] Ethan: [Are you hiding something from me?] The veins on my forehead jumped wildly, frantically typing: [No no, you focus on work.] Ethan didn’t reply again, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then started worrying, how to quietly get rid of this child? Couldn’t think of a way, I went to test my best friend. She scolded righteously: “Is this woman crazy, actually played until pregnant!” I said weakly: “What if this woman is me.” My best friend was silent for a long time. “But then again, is Ethan faultless?” “He does it for so long every time, you didn’t get pregnant, is he sick?” “You just made a mistake that all men in the world make, wanting to leave him a child, although this child isn’t his…” My best friend couldn’t continue, and I couldn’t listen anymore. So I said: “I decided to abort this child.” My best friend suddenly asked: “Then do you want to ask the child’s biological father, that male college student named Ryan?”

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At 3 AM, I posted a cry for help on Rednote. Title: [Found out my husband spent a million dollars on TikTok, what should I do?] The post went viral quickly. Someone asked: [How much allowance does he give you every month? If not much, then you need to talk about it.] I replied: [Fifty thousand.] Unexpectedly, this number completely changed the atmosphere in the comments section: [Where can I find a job with a monthly salary of fifty thousand? You must keep this job!] [Be sweeter, ask for more money. Just treat yourself as a bank teller, and he is a living ATM.] [Suggest saying ‘Husband, you’re awesome’ ten times a day. I dream of this million-dollar annual salary job.] 1 The phone screen glowed coldly in the dark, new comments popping up with every refresh: The teasing, envious, and advising comments from netizens pierced like knives. [Spending fifty or sixty thousand can get a small streamer out for dinner. Spending up to a million means they definitely slept together!] [Meeting up means at least a Chanel gift. My cousin’s husband bought a Bulgari necklace worth 88,000 for his mistress.] [A million can buy a Porsche 718. Maybe the sports car is directly in her name.] I lay in bed, nails digging into my palms, eyes stinging. My mind was full of scenes of tearing the mistress apart and catching them in the act. But the remaining reason held me back firmly: If we tore faces, wouldn’t the assets earned through hard work over these years be shared with that adulterous couple for nothing? At that time, netizens would not only watch the drama but might also scold me for being an old woman who deserved it! Not divorce? Only I would suffer grievance. He used our hard-earned savings to support a young girl outside! Turning to look at the person sleeping next to me, over forty, balding, and fat, a greasy middle-aged man. If it weren’t for us starting a business together these years, where would he get the money to buy gifts for the streamer? My husband’s name is George Zhou, my first love. I wasn’t the very beautiful kind of girl. Before George, no one pursued me. When George pursued me back then, I appeared reserved on the surface but felt lucky inside, pretending to hesitate for only one night before agreeing. He wasn’t handsome. I thought being uglier was safer and wouldn’t attract attention outside. In the second year of marriage, we welcomed a lovely daughter and opened our own logistics company, successful in both career and family. I was very proud then. Who said marriage is the tomb of love? But who could have thought the slap in the face would come so suddenly. The happiness and fulfillment of these years now seem like a joke. With red eyes, I turned the bank statements and payment records upside down, but couldn’t find out which vixen’s pocket this over a million dollars went into. Strangely, his TikTok account was as clean as a newly registered one—let alone tipping records, even likes were flawless. Until I saw that comment, I felt struck by lightning: [Does your husband use a Huawei phone? Huawei has a dual system function. The two systems are completely independent—the apps and data of the main system and the private space are separate and invisible to each other. For example, if he installs TikTok and WeChat in the private space, you can’t find them using the main system.] George indeed used a Huawei phone. Following the online tutorial, I tried to enter the private space of his phone. But failed. Without the password, I couldn’t get in at all. All night, I had complete insomnia, constantly calculating… 2 Tossing and turning until dawn, I fell asleep in a daze. At noon, George called. Looking at the word “Husband” on the screen, I felt nauseous. Rubbed my face hard, took a deep breath before pressing the answer button— “Wifey, are you awake? Saw you sleeping soundly in the morning and didn’t have the heart to wake you. I bought you a bag, put it in the car. I’ll bring it back tonight.” His voice was full of doting, acting very well. “Mm, just woke up. Thanks, hubby.” I suppressed the nausea and responded. “Go tidy up, go out for a stroll, don’t stay cooped up at home. Wait for me to come back for dinner tonight.” “Okay, hubby.” I hung up the phone, pulling a sneer at the corner of my mouth. Wait for you? Wait for you to finish fooling around with that female streamer? … After getting up, I went straight to the underground garage. George has two cars, a luxury car and an ordinary one. He usually drives the ordinary car to work to keep up appearances, but definitely drives the luxury car for dates. I took down the dashcam and went home to check the recordings. He rarely goes on business trips, at most occasionally coming home late. From this point of view, that streamer is eighty percent local—otherwise how could he be on call anytime? If a man doesn’t want something, why would he buy gifts for a streamer? Is it pure love? Not meeting but having spiritual intercourse? I dug out all the times George said he had “social engagements” in the past three months, sitting in front of the computer checking one by one. Every time he came home late, he would message me. Now these records have all become clues for my investigation. Sure enough, I found it. Several times they couldn’t wait as soon as they met, hugging and being intimate right by the car. The other party was like a rose with morning dew, skin so translucent water could be pinched out, waist so thin he could circle it with one hand. George, that old man, leaned over with his beer belly, his oily mouth kissing her smooth face, really like a perfumed lily suddenly stuck in a pile of rotten vegetable leaves in the market. The dashcam surveillance video is saved for three months. In this three-month period, I found six videos of them hugging and gnawing. I copied those videos. Everything needs evidence. Even if divorcing, even if going to court, whoever claims must provide evidence. I need to have evidence. 3 In the evening, George came back. Carrying my favorite cake in one hand and a new bag in the other. “Wifey, the cake shop has a new product, your favorite blueberry flavor. Taste if it’s good, I’ll buy it for you again tomorrow if it is. This bag was recommended by a colleague. Although not your favorite brand, I think it looks good.” His tone was gentle, full of doting. If I hadn’t seen him hugging another woman with my own eyes, I might have foolishly thought I really married a considerate good man. “Thanks, hubby.” I was all smiles. His acting skills are superb, and mine are not bad either. “Come quickly, let’s eat. I made your favorite spicy snails today.” I served the food and called George to eat. “Wow, smells so good, thanks wifey.” Watching George sucking snails with satisfaction, I served him another bowl of soup, “This is what I specially bought from the market. The boss said it’s wild soft-shelled turtle, very fresh and high nutritional value.” George nodded while eating, “Soft-shelled turtle is indeed very nourishing.” I pulled the corner of my mouth lightly, thinking secretly: “Indeed very nourishing, even more nourishing eating with snails. Nourishing enough to cause spleen and stomach deficiency cold.” … Before going to bed, I handed the milk with sleeping pills to George. When he was sound asleep, I unlocked the phone’s private space with his fingerprint. Sure enough, the more than one million he recharged was all tipped to a female streamer named “Cici doesn’t eat coriander”—the girl hugging him in front of the car. WeChat chat records were even more spectacular: “New lingerie arrived, hee hee hee, you have to be gentle tomorrow.” “Can’t tear it like last time yo!” Attached picture was the girl’s mirror selfie. She wore white lace lingerie, blocking her face with the phone, arms squeezing her chest, faintly visible. George replied with a drooling emoji: “Baby is so sexy. Buy ten of this style, let hubby tear slowly.” Then transferred 18,888, remarking “Voluntary Gift”. I sneered, photographing and saving all evidence. “Voluntary Gift?” Ridiculous, this is our joint marital property. George giving me 50,000 a month for household expenses made netizens on Rednote switch sides, but he gave Cici 18,888 at once. Clicking on Cici’s Moments, the latest one was posted last night: In the nine-grid photos, the first one was a candlelight dinner at a high-end restaurant, decanted red wine on the table, captioned “Thanks dear for the anniversary gift~”. The middle ones were her selfies in the mirror, wearing a new dress from a luxury brand; The last one was two hands with fingers interlocked. She wore a brand new Cartier bracelet on her slender wrist. I recognized the man’s hand at a glance, after all, he was still wearing our wedding ring on his ring finger. In the comments section, George’s account left a message: “Glad baby likes it”, followed by three hearts. I stared at the phone screen, fingers tightening unconsciously. This pair of adulterers, happy and free with my money, daring to show affection so blatantly. Cici also has a red 718, soft top convertible. In the photo, her pair of long legs leaned against the front of the car, pleasing to the eye. Half of the money for this car is mine. Every penny George tipped her, half is mine. Those “Voluntary Gift” transfers, half are mine too. At this point, can I still turn the tables? I think… I can. 4 I asked a friend for help. This guy always loves to show off at the drinking table, saying he is some “TikTok level 73 big shot”. However, he opened a high-end business KTV locally, just able to get what I need. I went directly to my friend’s business KTV club. Pushing open the VIP room door, a row of male waiters stood inside. “Just these?” I frowned looking at this group of people in front of me, either too greasy or too green. My friend smiled with a cigarette in his mouth: “Sis, these are all the signatures of our shop.” “Signature?” I sneered, tapping the wine glass lightly with my finger, “I want someone who can hook a gold-digging female streamer.” My friend’s eyes lit up, took out his phone and swiped a few times: “Should have said so earlier! We really have a top card here, just back from Shanghai, specializing in female streamer circles.” He handed over the phone. On the screen was a young man with silver-dyed hair, features exquisite like a mixed-race model, English tattooed on his collarbone, wild and desirable. “Him.” I put the wine glass on the table, “Tell him, as long as he can make that woman take the bait, the commission doubles.” My friend grinned: “Sis, you’re playing a big game?” I stared at the intimate photos of George and Cici on the phone, nails unconsciously digging into my palm: “They show affection with my money, I’ll let them know what retribution means.” My friend’s voice suddenly dropped, “Are you sure?” Immediately after, he leaned into my ear and said seriously: “He has an STD.” I curled my lips and chuckled, “That’s great.” This trip wasn’t in vain. When leaving, I asked my friend: “Besides Taobao, where can I buy a listening device immediately? The kind I can take right away.” He told me the electronics city sells them and gave me a store name. I thanked him and turned to leave. He suddenly stopped me: “Joy Qiao, reminding you, eavesdropping is illegal. Evidence obtained this way won’t be recognized by the court.” “I know, the ‘Public Security Administration Punishments Law’ stipulates that eavesdropping on others’ privacy is punishable by detention for 5 to 10 days and a fine of 500.” My friend laughed: “You know quite a lot.” “Don’t worry,” I stopped, “I won’t spread it, nor will I be stupid enough to use it as evidence. I just want to see how disgusting George can be. Besides—” I hooked the corner of my mouth, “Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.”

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Third year of being Lucas Liang’s canary. He found the middle school photo I treasured. The boy circled with a heart. Looked seventy to eighty percent like him. He exhaled a smoke ring lightly, his tone calm as the wind: “Oh, so you treated me as a substitute.” But the hand gripping my shoulder suddenly exerted force— Wishing he could crush me alive. 1 “It hurts~~” I struggled, begging for mercy softly. He extinguished the cigarette, pinching my chin. His lazy and indifferent eyes suddenly darkened, asking lowly: “Do you act so coquettish in front of him too?” I stuffed the photo that accidentally fell out of my bag back into the deepest part of the drawer. As if protecting a treasure. “No way?” I leaned back into his arms, fingers slowly wandering along his exposed muscle lines. Carelessly said: “He doesn’t even know me. “We were just classmates.” Lucas Liang’s big hand held my neck, exerting force. “Then what is our relationship?” He asked. I looked up at him, smiling heartlessly: “Need to ask? Bed partners. “Do you still want to date m… Ah!” Before I finished speaking, Lucas pressed me under him. Don’t know what happened to him today. Exceptionally forceful. Until I cried begging for mercy. He bit my earlobe, saying coldly: “Aren’t we bed partners? What tenderness are you pretending? “Just do it.” 2 Woke up the next morning. My whole body hurt. Lucas was gone. In the empty luxury suite. There was no breakfast on the table that he would order someone to send every time. Only a butler waiting for me. Respectfully said: “Miss Xu, Mr. Liang said. “Let you leave quickly, he—” The butler hesitated, almost biting his tongue: “Don’t occupy the place. “Someone else is coming tonight.” Tsk. Damn Lucas Liang. Why suddenly become so heartless? But no choice, after all I provoked him first back then. Can only endure. Received a call from my best friend on the way. After briefly recounting the process, she was surprised: “Damn, he’s so ruthless? “You’re not sad at all? “Logically you two fooled around together for three years. “No feelings at all?” I stood by the street, took a big bite of the crepe. Mmm, so delicious. “Don’t like him. “If not because he looks like Miles Meng. “How could I provoke him.” After the high school entrance exam, my mom found my diary secretly loving Miles. Forced me to go to an international high school in another city. On the first day of school, I found Lucas Liang who looked seventy percent like Miles. But he was more wicked and unruly than Miles. Rich and powerful, a little bully in school. Everyone said, don’t get close to him. But I ignored it, chose the same university as him, and pursued him recklessly. So, we maintained a physical relationship. For a full three years. Looked up. The most luxurious mall in the capital. Ads for Lucas’s company flashed continuously. People of this status, not for me to like. “Tsk tsk, you like Miles that much. “Come to MX Bar 408 tonight, sister gives you a surprise.” “Bar…” Lucas didn’t allow me to go to bars. Last time caught by him. He tormented me fiercely for three days. I learned my lesson, a bit hesitant. Chloe Chen had to speak: “Miles is there too.” My eyes brightened suddenly. Crepe fell to the ground. “I’m going!” But I didn’t expect, would meet Lucas… In the bar. 3 He stood in the center of the dance floor DJing. Man’s black shirt open, sexy collarbone slightly exposed. Shedding the decency of suit and tie, every move revealed wickedness and arrogance. Under dim lights, I could even see the looming red marks on his neck. That was bitten by me last night when it was too uncomfortable. Shouldn’t he be meeting other women in the hotel? Why is he here. I froze for a moment. Didn’t know whether to walk in. “Penny, why not going in yet? “Isn’t the classmates’ gathering inside?” Turned back. It was Miles’s handsome face like bright moon and gentle breeze. Very like Lucas. But much softer and elegant than him. I froze instantly. Mind full of that summer when fifteen. Boy stood in front of me, holding a kite. Written with “Come on for High School Entrance Exam 100 days” in red handwriting. Inspiring, yet not as heart-moving as him coming. “Penny Xu, let’s test into the same high school okay?” I stared at him blankly. Didn’t notice the chaotic DJ dance music on stage anymore. Straight, followed him into the private room. 4 In the private room, everyone mostly discussed recent situations. When asked about Miles. He smiled gently, said lightly: “General Manager at Liang Group. “In charge of South China market.” My hand holding the cup tightened suddenly. Liang Group? While lost in thought, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open. Lucas walked in lazily, looked around. Gaze fell on me. My cup almost fell to the ground. Miles caught my cup, fingertips brushing the back of my hand. Instantly, I felt that gaze became more intense. “Sorry, wrong room.” Lucas said漫不经心. Everyone recognized it was Lucas. All surprised extremely. A few classmates having cooperation with Liang Group. Directly pulled him into the private room to sit. My hand kept shaking. Lucas hated this kind of valueless drinking party most. People who could sit with him obviously weren’t in this room. I comforted myself silently: He definitely won’t come in. But, he strode with long legs, no hesitation. Sat directly beside me. Miles was happy, thinking the boss recognized himself. Didn’t notice— In the corner, wine in my cup all shook out. 5 Fortunately. Lucas didn’t look at me again. Classmates ordered two beauties for him. He didn’t refuse, hugged in arms drinking. Posture dissolute, looking like a playboy. Miles whispered in my ear: “Heard before President Liang was moody, personality very hard to get along with. “Now seems quite approachable.” I pulled lips smiled. Echoed him a few sentences. Miles rarely saw company boss. Kept toasting and flattering. Suddenly, he thought of something. Turned to look at me: “Hey, Penny, did you attend international high school, same school as President Liang? “Do you know each other?” Lucas looked over. Gaze burning, seemed to stare a big hole in me. “Pen… ny…” He dragged the sound, like that summer in junior year. He leaned on me, acting recklessly. Teased: “Doing this is fine, but don’t move real heart.” Looking at Miles’s sincere gaze. I was afraid my disgraceful relationship exposed in front of the boy I secretly loved for more than ten years. Instinctively spoke: “Don’t know! “I and President Liang don’t know each other!” 6 “Ah! “President Liang hurts!” Two girls hugged by Lucas shoulder faces twisted in pain. His handsome face indifferent, looking at me: “Mn, don’t know.” My heart finally put down. 7 Next. Classmates greeted to play Truth or Dare together. They dared not provoke Lucas much. Gaze aimed at me and Miles. “Speaking of Miles, was the most handsome in our class back then. “Monitor Penny, was the most beautiful in our class. “At that time you two went to school and back together every day, Penny even told me, seeing Miles’s eyes heart beat thump thump.” Lucas raised eyes looking at me. When pursuing him. I always said: “Your eyes are especially especially good looking. “I like very much. “So I also especially like you.” Heart unspeakably awkward. Miles laughed very happily. Everyone jeered even more. “Just right, just right, you two lost just now. “Choose what?” I blurted out: “Dare.” I dared not think. If they asked who I like… In front of Lucas, how should I answer. Everyone smiled badly: “Then hug one, then… “Pass poker card with mouth.” Smash! Lucas’s wine glass fell to the ground. Brown liquid all poured on black shirt. I raised eyes, exactly bumping into his wicked phoenix eyes. “Nothing.” He was indifferent. “Drank a bit too much. “I leave first.” He turned and left, taking two beauties. Didn’t even look at me once. Don’t know why. I was a bit lost. More was rejoicing. Because— Miles’s black lacquer-like pupils locked tightly on me. Cramped also sincere, asked: “Penny, can I?”

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Ethan Sterling, a man always aloof and abstinent, drove to pick me up. Surprisingly, he let his new assistant sit in the passenger seat. I knew then that this marriage couldn’t be saved. 1 That day, Ethan Sterling drove to pick me up. When I opened the passenger door, I was stunned. A young and pretty girl was sitting in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly at me. “Hello, Mrs. Sterling!” The girl greeted me politely. But she had no intention of getting up to give me the seat. I narrowed my eyes slightly and turned my gaze to Ethan. Ethan lowered his eyes to answer the phone, not noticing the turbulent undercurrent here. We had agreed to go to an auction together today. I was looking forward to this date with him and had dressed up carefully, but I didn’t expect someone else to be sitting in his passenger seat. “Hello, Mrs. Sterling, my name is Bella White. I’m Mr. Sterling’s new assistant.” The girl’s lips curled into a warm smile. Two shallow dimples appeared, looking exceptionally sweet. “I heard you are going to a private auction tonight, so I begged Mr. Sterling to take me along to broaden my horizons. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t disturb you.” My heart sank instantly. I knew this aloof and perfect man in front of me too well. He had always kept a distance from others. He wouldn’t let others step into his territory easily. We came together through an arranged marriage. After much consideration, we chose each other. Outsiders joked that I would be living like a widow. But after confirming the relationship. Ethan would hug me with gentle eyes. When passionate, his eyes would also turn slightly red. He said: “You are my wife. Husband and wife are one body. You are naturally different from others.” Today, something seemed to have changed. 2 But I am not a dodder flower who swallows insults silently. I am Summer Xia, who never needs to look at anyone’s face when angry. “Get out!” I drove her away with a cold face, showing no mercy. The girl was stunned for a long time. She didn’t expect that I would embarrass her directly upon our first meeting. Perhaps my tone was too cold and hard. Bella was at a loss for a moment. “So… sorry, Mrs. Sterling.” The girl’s voice carried a hint of crying as she moved to the back seat dejectedly. Ethan just finished his call and looked at us. He realized I was angry. Helplessness and indulgence spread across his face. The man leaned over to fasten my seatbelt. Noticing the seat had been adjusted, I readjusted it extremely impatiently. All this fuss made me furious. “So annoying, why does someone dare to adjust my passenger seat!” The air pressure inside the car dropped, and the girl was too scared to speak again. Ethan frowned slightly. He suggested calmly. “If you’re in a bad mood today, we’ll go home first.” The woman in the rearview mirror was weeping silently. I felt incredibly annoyed. “Bella, right? I’m not in the mood to go now. You take a taxi back yourself. Mr. Sterling and I are going home.” The girl’s face was pale as she looked weakly at Ethan. The man had no intention of bail her out. The girl got out of the car in despair. 3 Ethan wouldn’t embarrass me in front of outsiders. He always knew how to control his emotions. So he suggested: go home. If there’s an issue, solve it at home. This is our tacit understanding for many years. “She’s just a college student who just entered society. Why do you bicker with her over these things?” Ethan pulled me into his arms. “First time.” Ethan was puzzled: “What?” “In so many years, this is the first time you let another woman sit in your passenger seat.” The man didn’t expect that this was what I cared about. The circle knows how excellent Ethan is. Countless women like him. But he kept himself clean. Flowers dazzle the eyes, but none stick to him. Ethan smiled faintly and rubbed my stray hair. “Can’t believe this made you jealous.” The man leaned down to kiss me, his nose brushing my cheek. “She is my subordinate, nothing more. “I won’t have any other relationship with her.” Ethan cupped my face, gazing into my eyes. He made a promise in a deep voice. 4 A woman’s sixth sense is always accurate. Even though I had only met Bella once. Intuition told me that this girl definitely had other ideas about Ethan. I thought the initial display of power was enough. Unexpectedly, the auction necklace that should have been given to me was worn on the girl’s neck the next day. Ethan’s chief assistant, Heidi, sent me a photo and a screenshot of a WeChat Moment. In the photo, the crescent diamond necklace hung on Bella’s fair neck, making her look even more charming and lovely. The girl’s eyes were red and swollen, but there was a smile on her lips. Presumably, she cried a lot last night after going home. And received someone’s gift. In the screenshot, it was Bella’s Moment: [The President said girls should be strong even when wronged! [Wipe away tears, yes sir, my President!] A few cute emojis of clenched fists cheering. And a picture of the necklace in the box. At that moment, my blood almost coagulated. Although hard to admit, I must confess. I was provoked by her almost to the point of losing my composure. This feeling was uncomfortable, like a beloved white handkerchief stained with a smear of mosquito blood. This feeling was strange to me. I even wanted to drive my yellow Ferrari at 110 mph and slap that woman twice regardless of the truth. But looking at my hand, I felt it was too degrading to take a low-quality green tea bitch seriously. I called Dodo at Hermes. There was uncontrollable joy in Dodo’s tone. She promised me over the phone. “Mrs. Sterling, don’t worry. Even if I have to empty Shanghai today, I will get all the goods ready and deliver them all to you!” So that day. Before getting off work. Except for Bella, all assistants and general office girls of the executives at Sterling Group headquarters, totaling forty-six people, received a generous gift from the President’s wife— A Hermes necklace worth twenty thousand dollars. Although the unit price couldn’t compare to the three hundred thousand dollar auction necklace, the victory was in numbers, which could be considered impartial. Heidi handled things smoothly. She required everyone to post on Moments with the text— [The President’s wife says every girl deserves better! [Clench fists, yes ma’am, my President’s wife!] The girls who received the gifts were naturally happy to cooperate. As assistants and general office staff. They were almost the gossip center of the entire company. Now receiving gifts from the President’s wife, who wouldn’t happily post pictures and text? Some smart ones added a sentence to their post: [The President’s wife really knows how to play!] The assistants might not have much influence in the company, but their ability to spread news across departments is terrifying. Within half an hour, the whole company knew that the President’s wife gave everyone Hermes necklaces. As for the reason, the major gossip groups were already buzzing with discussion. Bella’s face was pale, as if greatly insulted. She red-eyed, hid in the bathroom to take off the diamond necklace. Two colleagues who came in to touch up their makeup saw her and snorted meaningfully. Bella was ashamed. She lowered her head and walked out of the bathroom quickly, the ridicule behind her becoming more unscrupulous. Her cheeks burned as she put the necklace into the box. Returning it to Ethan untouched.

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I wore a sexy little dress under my coat, daring and flirtatious, more provocative than anyone on the street corner. Because today is my anniversary with my husband, and I wanted to give him a little surprise! When we entered the KTV room, I playfully mentioned my little secret for meeting my boyfriend, then tore open my coat. His eyes went straight! Jealously, he asked if I had been wearing this all day. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Yes, I kept my coat buttoned at work. It was so nerve-wracking and thrilling. I just wanted to jump into your arms after work.” He happily hugged me and kept kissing me. Suddenly remembering the pharmacy was about to close, he rushed out hurriedly, telling me to wait for him. I sighed, thinking men over thirty really have to rely on medicine. My husband finishes fights in the ring in three minutes, and at home without medicine, it’s also three minutes. But it’s okay, I really love him. 1 I sat happily in the private room singing, thinking about how to dance for my husband later, when a waiter suddenly walked in. Startled, I quickly told him to leave first, wanting to put on my coat. Unexpectedly, the waiter walked up to me, suddenly grabbed my hair, and slapped me hard across the face, shouting: “Get the hell out!” The sudden slap stunned me. Clutching my burning face, his spit sprayed on my face as he cursed, disgusting me to the point of nausea. My whole head was buzzing, a fear I had never felt before rose in my heart. My husband usually jokes calling me a tigress, but at this moment, I couldn’t help trembling all over. That slap just now made me unable to stand steady. My legs went soft instantly. I didn’t understand why I was beaten. A warm flow rushed to my head, and my nose started bleeding. I touched my nose, my palm covered in blood. I wanted to ask why he hit me, but he was already dragging me out by my hair! I arched my back like a shrimp, trying hard to retreat. The pain in my head made me cry uncontrollably. I felt like my scalp was being torn off! But he found me too noisy and suddenly punched me hard in the stomach, roaring: “Shut up!” I was hit so hard my stomach contracted, breathless, almost vomiting! He opened the private room door, ensured no one was passing by, and quickly dragged me into the nearest stairwell in the hallway. There were many guests in the KTV, but every room had heavy doors and loud music. No one could hear my cries! After being dragged into the stairwell, he dragged me upstairs. In desperation, I remembered my husband telling me that the best way to fight an opponent with a significant strength difference is to push their chin with all your might. While the waiter wasn’t paying attention, I used all my strength and pushed hard on his chin! An unbelievable thing happened. This waiter, taller and stronger than me, was pushed backward by me and fell heavily to the ground! But the problem was, he was still holding onto me! I was dragged down the stairs with him, my knees hitting the ground hard. The pain made me hug my legs and scream in agony. The waiter also hit his head. Angrily, he punched towards my face. I subconsciously imitated my husband, covering my head with both hands and using my elbows to counter his fist. But after all, I’m not my husband. I knew what to do, but my speed was too slow! Let alone blocking the attack, his fist hit my ear before my hands could fully raise. My head buzzed, and everything around me began to spin. I couldn’t control it and vomited uncomfortably. The waiter climbed up. Not satisfied with one punch, he cursed and dragged me upstairs again. Unlike the luxurious decoration of the KTV, the top floor here was just ordinary whitewashed walls. This was the staff dormitory, and there was a small room. The waiter opened the small room door. I saw several strong men inside. I subconsciously wanted to cover my little dress, but the waiter kicked me hard in the waist, and I fell directly to the floor. A middle-aged woman sat on a chair, legs crossed, a cigarette in her mouth. She glanced at me lightly and asked coldly: “Coming to my turf to steal business?” At this moment, I understood everything. I had seen a real news story before. An open-minded girl went to a KTV, and just because she dressed too sexily, she was forcibly dragged away in the hallway by the pimp in the KTV, who thought she was a hostess stealing business on his turf. But I’m not! I didn’t dress sexy at all. I only unbuttoned my coat for my husband after entering the private room! And I knew the KTV had glass doors, so I specifically sat in the corner where the waiter couldn’t see! I am a woman who cares about her reputation. I have a husband. How could I let outsiders see me in a sexy little dress! Instantly, I understood everything. This KTV private room likely has illegal cameras installed! 2 I said in terror that I was a customer here to spend money. Hearing this, her face darkened instantly. Suddenly, she flicked the burning cigarette butt directly onto my face, roaring angrily: “Do you think I’m an idiot! What customer dresses as slutty as you!” I was so scared I cried and screamed, slapping my face hard, fearing the burning part of the cigarette was still on my face. I had never encountered such a thing in my life. Now, besides fear, my mind couldn’t calm down at all! I cried saying I was really a customer, the one downstairs was my husband, he would be back soon, please let me go. The waiter said impatiently: “If you don’t talk properly, every man here will be your husband in a moment!” I shivered all over. I knew what he meant. Every man here was looking at me with disgusting eyes. One of them even laughed: “Who knows if she’s clean. I don’t want to get syphilis or gonorrhea.” This was humiliation I had never suffered. I said angrily: “I’m not a prostitute, I’m calling the police right now!” I took out my phone. They didn’t intend to stop me. The middle-aged woman also laughed: “Who are you scaring? Come on, call the police right now. If you don’t, you’re a son of a bitch.” I immediately dialed 911. When the call connected, I quickly said: “I’ve been kidnapped, I’m at Noble KTV, I…” The faces of these laughing people suddenly turned very ugly. The waiter cursed, suddenly grabbed my phone, hung up, and immediately turned it off! He said in disbelief: “A prostitute really dares to call the police?” I said I wasn’t a prostitute, I was here to spend money! The waiter nervously asked the middle-aged woman: “Sister Red, did we catch the wrong person?” This middle-aged woman called Sister Red stared at me, suddenly took my phone, removed the SIM card, turned it on, ordered me to unlock the phone, and looked through it. Finally, her face became very ugly, gritting her teeth: “Caught the wrong person.” I breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, snatched back the phone, and said: “Can I go now?” I hurriedly tried to walk out, but Sister Red suddenly said wait. The waiter locked the door, telling me not to leave yet. The atmosphere became weird. People looked nervously at Sister Red. The waiter couldn’t help asking: “Sister Red, what if she tells?” I was really about to breakdown. I am a victim. I was inexplicably beaten and dragged. But at the moment the truth came out, these perpetrators only considered their own safety and didn’t care about my feelings at all. Sister Red was silent for a while, suddenly opened her bag, took out a few hundred dollars, put them in my hand, and said: “Take this money, consider it our apology.” I didn’t understand why she thought a few hundred dollars could solve the problem. But I knew better than to suffer immediate losses. I took the money, said I would keep it secret, and hurriedly tried to leave. However, they still didn’t open the door. Sister Red stared into my eyes and finally said: “You can’t leave yet.” She took my phone again and wanted me to unlock it. At this moment, I hesitated. She clearly found out I wasn’t a prostitute just now. Why does she want to look at my phone now? I instinctively had a bad premonition and asked what she wanted to do. She said: “Don’t worry about it, just unlock it. At most ten minutes, I’ll let you go. If the police come later, just say you were drunk and called the police randomly, and someone stopped you.” I shook my head repeatedly. I had guessed what she wanted to do. Opening Alipay (or banking apps), she could see my ID and registered address. Opening DoorDash (or food delivery apps), she could see my home delivery address. I shook my head repeatedly. I absolutely cannot let such people know my home address! These are social hooligans. I dare not imagine what they would do! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red said: “Just now when I opened WeChat, I saw a chat group called Spring Kindergarten Middle Class. You don’t want to bring trouble to yourself, do you?” This simple sentence almost suffocated me! She already knew which kindergarten my child attended! 3 Sister Red shook the phone, signaling me to unlock. I gritted my teeth and said: “No.” She frowned: “If you cooperate, there won’t be so much trouble.” I said angrily: “I won’t cooperate! People in your line of work will be caught by the police sooner or later! When someone anonymously reports you, and you suspect me, what if you come to trouble my family!” I’m not brain-dead. These people will be reported to the police sooner or later. Once she suspects it was me, what then? They don’t need reasons or evidence to suspect and retaliate against people. These are dregs of society. They retaliate based only on their own judgment! I can transfer my child to another kindergarten immediately. But if they know my home address, in this era of plummeting housing prices, do I have to sell my house at a loss of hundreds of thousands to hide from them?! If I sell the house now, my family will lose $80,000! How many times does my husband have to get beaten black and blue in the ring to make up $80,000! Seeing I refused to cooperate, Sister Red took a deep breath and said: “It was wrong of us to hit you just now. I can say sorry to you, and I paid you money. But remember, forgive when possible. You are looking for trouble for yourself.” She ordered me to unlock the phone again, but I still refused. Once unlocked, it would be like placing a time bomb over my family. My family would never have peace! Sister Red got anxious. She pointed at my nose and asked arrogantly: “Did I give you too much face? You unlock it today whether you want to or not!” As soon as she finished speaking, those men rushed up together. They grabbed my arm and pressed my finger down! I understood; they wanted to use fingerprint unlock! I tried hard to pull my hand back. I learned from those who couldn’t beat my husband in the ring, curling my body into a ball. When they came to pull my hand out, I held on tight and never let go, using all my strength to resist them. But this isn’t a ring after all! There are no rules here! Seeing I refused to submit, the waiter got anxious. He suddenly picked up the stool Sister Red was sitting on and smashed it hard on my arm! The stool shattered directly on my arm. The heart-tearing pain made me let out a miserable scream! The waiter said viciously: “Would it kill you to cooperate! At worst, I’ll break your hand and see how you exert force!” My hand lost sensation from the smash. I struggled to use force, but the pain from inside the muscles made me unable to exert any strength! Seeing the opportunity, they quickly grabbed my arm and tried to unlock the phone. My arm was already injured by the smash. How could I resist the strength of so many people now? Seeing my finger getting closer and closer to the unlock button, I could only make a fist and not extend my finger. The waiter immediately grabbed my finger and tried to pry it open with all his might, completely ignoring my twisted finger! I was in agony, but at this critical moment, the faces of my husband and child appeared in my mind. I have a happy family. I absolutely cannot bring such big trouble home! In desperation, I stopped resisting. I lunged forward with my head and bit my own finger! They didn’t realize what I was going to do, and I bit my thumb hard with all my strength! Sister Red understood immediately. She shouted anxiously: “Stop her biting! Make her stop!” They all got anxious, punching my head one after another, especially the waiter. Although he caught the wrong person initially, he seemed to have the greatest hatred towards me. He grabbed my hair, punching my head again and again, roaring at me: “Let go! Are you done yet! Do you insist on blowing things up!” So painful! Tears flowed from pain, but I just couldn’t give up. Until the taste of blood spread in my mouth, I bit a deep wound on my finger, blood gushing out constantly. I finally let go. Seeing the wound on my finger, Sister Red cursed a few times. She quickly brought tissues to wipe the blood off my finger, then tried to unlock. But it was useless! The large wound had destroyed the fingerprint. No matter how hard she pressed my finger, the phone prompted unlock failure, requiring a password! I gasped in pain. Fortunately, I only registered one fingerprint, and fortunately, I didn’t enable face unlock. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! Sister Red’s face turned livid with anger. Just then, the waiter’s walkie-talkie suddenly rang: “Police are coming! What did you guys do?” They all panicked. Sister Red hurriedly said: “Drag her inside, don’t let the police see!” I didn’t understand what “drag inside” meant. This room is already so small; what inside could there be? They suddenly ran to the wall of the small room. This wall was black wood. Seeing them push hard, I realized there was a cave within a cave. This wooden board was a heavy sliding door without a handle. Inside was a monitoring room showing surveillance footage of various private rooms. Seeing this scene, I wasn’t very surprised. From the beginning, I guessed they had illegal cameras; otherwise, how could they know my outfit in the private room? These people record the situation in the KTV. Whether it’s couples or hostesses, everything they do will be recorded by them! They dragged me into the small room. Sister Red gritted her teeth and said to me: “Listen, we don’t sell those videos. We installed these cameras because we are afraid the hostesses mess around in the private rooms. Don’t frame us falsely when you get out, do you understand?” I ignored Sister Red’s words. Because I saw my husband came back. He held his phone anxiously, knocking on doors one by one. I knew he was asking about me. Seeing my husband looking for me, I couldn’t help shedding tears. He spoils me and takes care of me, but just upstairs from him, I suffered such beating and abuse! He must have called me many times, but my SIM card was removed, so he couldn’t get through at all! At the same time, I saw something shocking. This surveillance also captured the KTV reception desk. Police were already questioning the receptionist, but they led the police elsewhere. While the police were away, the receptionist quickly opened the computer case and roughly pulled out the hard drive. The scene of me being dragged out of the private room just now must have been captured by the surveillance! So they absolutely cannot let the police see the surveillance! But this KTV has two surveillance systems. The outer system probably only sees public areas, not the situation in each private room! In this small room, I could see their actions! They all came in, closing the heavy door of this small room. Especially the waiter, who didn’t forget to wipe the blood off the floor before coming in. An anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie: “I removed the hard drive, what next?” The speaker should be that receptionist. The waiter picked up the walkie-talkie and said: “Don’t let the police see. Give the hard drive to us now, then go back to work. Otherwise, if the police see you suddenly missing, they will definitely be suspicious.” The receptionist asked again: “What if the police want to see the surveillance?” The waiter said impatiently: “Just say the surveillance is broken!” Now I understand why whenever there’s critical news in society, the surveillance is always broken. Whether the surveillance is broken or not depends entirely on the shop owner’s words! Just then, I heard the sound of leather shoes outside. I also vaguely heard someone saying: “We are just running a business. There are so many and mixed customers; we don’t know who called the police.” It’s the police outside! The door of this small room is very heavy; ordinary sounds can’t penetrate! Hearing it now, there’s only one possibility! The police are right next to me; they are checking the dormitory area! I hurriedly wanted to speak, but Sister Red and the others immediately gagged me, not letting me make any sound no matter what! I could only struggle to whimper. In desperation, the waiter strangled my neck hard, making me breathless, rolling my eyes hard! I tried hard to make some noise, even just kicking the floor with my shoes. As long as I attract the police’s attention, I have a chance to leave here! But they held down my hands and feet together, preventing any part of my body from making a sound. The sound of leather shoes rang out. The police probably didn’t find any useful clues here and went downstairs first. I couldn’t even breathe in despair. Everyone was staring at the secret door panel, while my gaze was on my husband in the surveillance screen. My vision began to blur gradually. I thought, I might really die here today. He is just downstairs, but I can’t touch him. This sorrowful despair suffocates me more than covering my mouth and nose. In the surveillance screen, my husband was still knocking on doors looking for my trace. Suddenly, the receptionist hurried past him, walked a few steps towards the stairwell, probably saw the police, and quickly retreated. My husband happened to look back. The receptionist probably realized the police were getting closer. In desperation, she actually lifted her skirt and hid the hard drive in her safety pants. This scene happened to be seen by my husband. Sure enough, in that surveillance screen, I saw the police passing by the receptionist. The police were talking to the receptionist. She should be lying to the police that she was going to the toilet, pointing to the toilet location. As the police left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But I saw my husband catch up with the receptionist in a few steps and grab her shoulder. In the video, the receptionist was scared and wanted to scream, but seemingly thinking the police were not far away, she quickly covered her mouth. At this time, people were secretly checking the situation outside. Except for me, no one noticed my husband looked up at the surveillance camera. We seemed to look at each other across the screen. He grabbed the receptionist and dragged her out of the surveillance range, disappearing. Just then, they came back from the outer room. Sister Red said to me coldly: “The police have left. I advise you not to play any tricks!” The waiter also looked relieved. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: “The police went down. Give the hard drive to us, then find a lock to lock the stairwell door. This bitch refuses to cooperate, it will take some time. Don’t let anyone come upstairs during this time, hear me?” There was no sound from the walkie-talkie. The waiter frowned and asked: “Asking you, did you hear?” Still no sound from the walkie-talkie. Sister Red asked: “Could it be out of battery?” The waiter said: “Impossible, we were communicating fine just now.” Sister Red asked again: “Did she forget the walkie-talkie at the front desk? It’s over if the police hear it!” The waiter shook his head: “Impossible. I just saw her in the surveillance. The walkie-talkie was on her waist; she definitely heard us.” People looked at the surveillance screen doubtfully but just couldn’t find the receptionist. But just then, I saw my husband appear in the surveillance screen. He opened the stairwell door and walked in. Seeing my husband, these people were stunned. Sister Red said quickly: “That man came up, looks familiar.” The waiter quickly pointed at me: “Seems to be her man.” Sister Red panicked, quickly said to a man: “Probably looking for his wife. Go quickly, tell him upstairs is staff area, customers not allowed.” The man nodded and went out quickly. I looked at the door worriedly, while Sister Red was still forcing me to unlock the phone. She handed the phone to me, gritting her teeth: “My patience has run out. I advise you not to provoke me further.” Panting, I took the phone. I said: “Okay, I’ll unlock.” Seeing I was willing to unlock, she breathed a sigh of relief. And I held the phone, quickly inputting the password. First time, failed. Second and third time, also failed. Soon, the phone popped up a prompt: “You have entered the wrong password three times consecutively, please try again in ten minutes!” I handed the phone to Sister Red. She stared blankly at the screen, her expression becoming uglier and uglier. She murmured: “You really aren’t afraid of death.”

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