I always thought my movie star husband treated our marriage more as a responsibility than a romance. He was steady, quiet, and never whispered sweet nothings to me. Until one late night, I was scrolling through Reddit and saw a “whiny husband” post getting roasted for hundreds of comments. I clicked on the profile— Wait, isn’t that profile picture our cat? 1 [I feel like my cat is manipulative. What do I do?] [My wife is a software engineer, and I’m somewhat of a freelancer. We have a cat. Because my wife is a programmer, her salary is very high, and she’s busy and works overtime a lot. As soon as she gets home, the cat clings to her, and my wife only pets the cat and ignores me. During the day, the cat just sleeps all day, but the moment my wife gets off work, it perks up. My wife is a programmer; she’s incredibly smart and kind, so she can’t see through the cat’s schemes.] When I stumbled upon this hot post in the Relationship Advice subreddit, I felt my brain cells expanding. This guy is crazy. Getting jealous of a cat? I glanced across the living room at Liam Thorne, who was currently holding our cat and brushing its fur. I thought to myself, My Liam is still the best. Although he’s usually cool and distant, for day-to-day life, this is actually quite nice. I continued scrolling down the post. Sure enough, the OP (Original Poster) was being roasted in hundreds of comments. And his replies were even funnier than the original post. 2 [Why emphasize that she’s a programmer?] [OP’s Reply: I didn’t mean to emphasize it, I’m just sensitive. I studied abroad when I was young and later went to art school, but my wife is a programmer at a Big Tech company, and she was the top scorer in her state for the SATs that year. Even though my education isn’t as good as my wife’s, she definitely still loves me more than the cat. This psychological gap just makes it inevitable that the cat feels a bit hostile towards me.] The OP’s wife really sounds like me, but our husbands’ personalities are worlds apart. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude. [Big Tech… programmer…? Unless you say your wife is a C-suite executive at Google, I can maybe slightly understand your overflowing superiority complex.] [OP’s Reply: My wife is an Algorithm Engineer.] What’s wrong with being an Algorithm Engineer? I am one. Doesn’t change the fact that I code overtime every day. But hey, us code monkeys are moving up in the world if whiny husbands are clinging to us now. I laughed out loud reading this. [It is well known that intelligence is not sexually transmitted.] [OP’s Reply: But we’re married. I knew before posting that people on Reddit would be jealous of me, but reality is reality. This is human nature.] This OP is truly invincible. I laughed until I was dizzy, preparing to turn off my phone and sleep. Before closing it, I habitually clicked on the OP’s profile picture for a look. But with just this one look, I completely froze. —Why does this cat look exactly like my cat, C++? 3 Liam and I met through a mutual friend. I’m a programmer; he’s an A-list movie star. Logically, our paths should never have crossed. But rumor had it his family was forcing him to marry at the time, so I lucked out. You know how it is when there’s an inheritance involved. After getting the marriage certificate, I very consciously told Liam that we absolutely didn’t need to go public. His career came first. Because of this, his agent, Claire, has always been very warm towards me. Although my movie star husband is usually cool and distant, I’m no longer a little girl chasing sweet romance. For a corporate slave exhausted in body and mind every day, Liam is simply the perfect husband. He has a face so handsome it angers the gods, and a body with pecs and abs that are top-tier. I can eat an extra bowl of rice just looking at his face when I get home from overtime. Not to mention he’s a neat freak and dislikes outsiders, so he handles almost all the housework alone. Before marriage, I often ate irregularly due to work pressure. After marriage, all that was fixed, and I even lost less hair. Liam is perfect, except for sometimes being a bit too much for me to handle in bed. As for being cold and quiet towards me, that’s barely an issue. But I absolutely, one hundred percent do not believe he would go on Reddit and post those “whiny husband” comments. Did I recognize the wrong cat? 4 I wanted to find more clues from that account’s profile, but Liam, fresh from the shower, got into bed. “Honey, slow down… my waist from sitting all day can’t compare to your daily workouts… mmm…” When I’m enjoying it, I often call out “Honey” and “Baby” randomly, but Liam is different. He never says anything in bed, only occasional low pants. I used to suspect if, in Liam’s eyes, this was just a marital duty he had to fulfill? Later, I stopped thinking about it. After all, it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying myself. Worthy of being the man consistently ranked number one on the “Must-Sleep Male Actors” list. After it was over, I was basically delirious. In a daze, I heard Liam say that Lucas wanted to visit tomorrow and asked if I was okay with it. Lucas is the friend who introduced us. Without thinking, I said, “Sure, come over. I probably won’t be working overtime tomorrow.” Liam paused noticeably, then nodded expressionlessly. For some reason, I thought of that Reddit post again. Although I completely didn’t think the OP was Liam, I still subconsciously hugged his waist and buried my head in his chest. “I saw videos online of influencers filming skits about getting jealous of their pets… luckily you’re not like that.” “But even though I really like our C++, it’s different from how I like you.” “I like you the most.” Liam stroked my hair rhythmically but didn’t say a word. I sighed in relief, but my heart didn’t feel as light as I expected. But that’s how it is. Liam isn’t the type to care about these things. Love or whatever, Liam has seen so much in the entertainment industry. Didn’t he marry me just for stability?

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Because I did so many good deeds in my past life, the King of Hell promised I’d be reincarnated into a wealthy family. I meticulously picked through the list of billionaires. Ugly? Pass. Stupid? Pass. Short life expectancy? Pass. Too many rules? Pass. Dysfunctional family? Pass… No, no, no! Before I could choose the perfect family, the King of Hell stopped me. “Your best friend used a Fate Token to make a wish. She wants you to be reincarnated as her daughter.” What? My best friend? The one who lives in a shack, dropped out of college, and is dating a fat, ugly loser? That doormat?! 1 “What were you thinking?!” Looking around my best friend’s rented, dilapidated apartment, my resentment was heavier than a thousand-year-old ghost’s. If she didn’t give me a good explanation today, I was going to take her with me. Solve the problem at the source, so I wouldn’t be reincarnated as her daughter and live a poor life again. Chloe sobbed: “I’m sorry, Harper. I didn’t know you could be reincarnated as a trust fund baby. “I saw the birth rate was so low, I was afraid you’d be reallocated to a third-world country! I’m sorry, waaah…” “Well, thank you so much!” If I really had to choose between Chloe and a random third-world country, I would actually choose Chloe. But there is no “if”! My life as a wealthy socialite! Gone! “How about… I make another wish? I don’t want you to be my daughter anymore. You can go back to being a rich kid?” “Do you think this is Amazon? Seven-day no-questions-asked return policy?” If it weren’t for the ancient Fate Token passed down in Chloe’s family, the King of Hell wouldn’t care what she wished for. If I knew that token was so effective, Chloe should have just restarted her life. Reincarnated with me as wealthy sisters. Instead of shrinking in this run-down apartment, being a poor mother-daughter duo. “Harper, don’t be sad. “I swear, I will treat you well! “Although I can’t give you a wealthy life, I will give you the best I can!” Chloe looked so sincere, like a scumbag making promises. But I’m not love-struck; I’m very sober! “The best you can give me is living in this garbage dump, eating and sleeping with rats and cockroaches?” I pointed at the mountain of trash and the sour leftovers in takeout boxes. Just as I spoke, a dark, unidentified creature scurried across the corner. Chloe skillfully took off her shoe and threw it, but missed. Standing on one foot, she twisted the hem of her shirt shyly: “I usually clean up. I’ve been so busy handling your funeral these past few days, I got dizzy.” The harsh words on the tip of my tongue were swallowed back. True, besides her, no one else collected my body. 2 The police called my parents. A criminal with a knife broke into the kindergarten. To stall him and give the kids time to escape, I was stabbed seventeen times and died. Their first question was: How much is the compensation? Then they came in a hurry, collected the compensation money in a hurry, rushed back home in a hurry, and bought a house for their precious son, “Glory of Ancestors,” to get married in a hurry. But they didn’t even come to see me once, not even in a hurry. Instead, it was this idiot Chloe, crying until her eyes were swollen like walnuts. Running around busily. She didn’t take a penny, even spent her own money to handle my funeral. Luckily she was fast. Otherwise, my parents, after reacting, would have sold me for a “ghost marriage” to scrape together some renovation money for my “good brother.” I wonder if this coward Chloe fainted when she saw the big hole in my stomach. Looking at Chloe standing in front of me, twisting her fingers like a child who did something wrong. My nose felt sour. But I was still so angry! “Throw all this trash out! Wipe everything down with disinfectant three times! “And scrub the toilet five times!” Hearing my fierce command, Chloe laughed instead of crying: “Mission accepted!” Chloe huffed and puffed as she worked, and I supervised every step. Everything seemed peaceful. Until the old door was banged loudly, “Bang bang bang!” “Open the door!” 3 As soon as the door opened, a drunken man lost his support and fell to the ground. The stench of alcohol quickly occupied the entire room. I was so busy despising Chloe’s poverty that I forgot she had a stingy, fat, ugly boyfriend. Just a glance, and my eyes were burning. Fat enough that his eyes were slits, bald enough to be a mirror, short enough to be a cane. And a hairy mole on his chin. Chloe isn’t my best friend; she’s my mortal enemy! Not only does she want me to be poor in my next life, she wants me to be short, ugly, and poor! “You plan to have me with this thing?!” I roared at Chloe, stirring up a ghostly wind. Barry, helped onto the sofa by Chloe, shivered. The layers of fat on his body rippled. Chloe looked at Barry, confused: “What’s wrong, Harper? Is there something wrong with Barry?” “Everything is wrong! “Short, fat, bald, beady eyes, upturned nose, and a huge mole. You really aren’t picky! “If you dare marry him and let his inferior genes contaminate my noble chromosomes, I’ll take you away right now!” Chloe was still defending him: “Barry said he used to be very handsome, he just gained weight now.” Does she think I have amnesia? From the first time Chloe brought Barry to meet me, he looked like this ugly mess. Before, I didn’t want to interfere with other people’s fate, so I didn’t say much. But now. Damn it, if I don’t interfere, he’ll really become my dad! Seeing I didn’t believe her, Chloe pulled out a photo on her phone to prove it. “Look!” I leaned in to look; it was like a different person. The person in the photo wasn’t bald, wasn’t fat, looked clean, and was vaguely handsome. “Harper, don’t worry. I’ll talk to Barry about marriage and pregnancy tomorrow, make him lose weight properly. I promise to give birth to you in the best condition!” Chloe looked at me pitifully. Should I just… let it go? “Thirsty! Chloe, Chloe! Where the hell did you die to!” 4 “Coming!” Chloe abandoned me, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to Barry’s lips. Just one sip, and he sprayed the water onto Chloe’s face. “You want to scald me to death?!” Warm water dripped down Chloe’s chin. “You drank too much alcohol, it’s better to drink some warm water,” Chloe said gently. Barry snatched the glass from Chloe’s hand and smashed it at her: “I want ice water!” The cheap glass hit Chloe’s forehead, leaving a purple bruise. Then it fell to the ground, shattering. I suddenly remembered the bruises I saw on Chloe from time to time over the past year. She explained that she accidentally bumped into things while delivering cakes to customers. At that time, I scolded her for being stupid while applying medicine. “Just bake cakes in the shop properly, hire someone for delivery, give yourself a break, okay?” I deliberately pressed hard on her wound, hoping she would remember. She grimaced in pain but didn’t agree. Just gave a fawning, cowardly smile. Now it seems, it wasn’t that she wouldn’t let herself off the hook, it was Barry who wouldn’t let her go! “Chloe, are you an idiot? He hit you, can’t you hit back?!” Chloe was startled by my sudden roar. “Harper, don’t be angry, Barry is just drunk. He usually treats me well.” “Bullshit! I only believe what I see! And I see him treating you like a slave!” I’ve known Chloe since we were kids; she loves cleanliness. Even if she’s been too busy to touch the ground these past few days, she would never let trash pile up like a mountain. It must be that she was so busy she didn’t come home, and the room was ruined by this fat pig Barry like a pigsty. Now, he dares to order Chloe around like an emperor. I really can’t stand it! “Chloe, slap him right now!” But Chloe hesitated, looking troubled: “Harper…” And Barry, having waited for a long time, was very impatient: “Chloe, water!” “Coming!” Chloe avoided my gaze. Fled to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold Coke, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Barry: “Drink slowly, don’t choke.” Ahhh! This damn love-brain! Look at Chloe’s cowardly appearance. If she really gives birth to me with this fat pig, will I also be enslaved by him? In the future, Chloe feeds him, and I wash his feet? I can’t accept this! In a rage, I floated back to the Underworld. Crying and begging the King of Hell: Can’t I really change people?

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I’m a gold digger. To climb the social ladder, I spiked a rich guy’s drink, hoping to cook the rice before anyone could stop me. Even if I couldn’t become a wealthy wife, getting some money out of it would be good. The result? Damn it, the spiked drink was drunk by his dad. Even worse, I discovered he was the benefactor who had been sponsoring my education. 1 Clothes were scattered messily on the floor. The sexy lingerie I carefully prepared was torn to shreds—heartbreaking, yet exciting. The lights in the room were off all night, and the bed shook all night. When daylight broke the next day, and I saw clearly who I had slept with, my world collapsed. I had intended to sleep with Liam Thorne. Who was this? This was Liam’s dad. A young and promising entrepreneur, thirty-three years old this year, Liam’s adoptive father. Liam’s biological mother was Sebastian Thorne’s sister. After his sister and brother-in-law died in a car accident, Sebastian raised Liam alone and became his father. Liam was my target, so it wasn’t strange that I knew the situation in advance. These things were common knowledge; even if I didn’t investigate deliberately, I would have known. That’s why I was having a breakdown. He’s Liam’s dad! I wanted to be Liam’s bride, not his mother! I had put a heavy dose in that drink, not giving Liam any chance to escape. I had made up my mind to take him down. So, Sebastian, who actually fell for it, woke up clutching his throbbing head. He opened his eyes and saw me, a stiff look of confusion appearing on his mature, handsome face. Without thinking, while still naked, I knelt directly towards him to apologize. “I’m sorry, Uncle, I didn’t mean to.” Sebastian’s brow twitched. Even in such a dramatic situation, he didn’t lose his composure in the slightest. My understanding of Sebastian could only be described with words like gentlemanly and reliable. He was a very handsome man. At thirty-three, he was like wine aged just right—mellow, intoxicating, and full of masculine charm. Temperament determined everything, making even the few fine lines at the corners of his eyes deadly weapons. He was indeed handsome, but I liked younger ones, like his son. I lowered my head, trembling, and heard him let out a long sigh. “I remember you.” My heart skipped a beat, feeling like it was all over. The next second, he draped the shirt by his hand over me and whispered, “Sorry.” While buttoning up, I asked, “Uncle, you know me?” It was normal to know me. After all, I was a notorious gold digger in the circle. Seeing a rich person was like a dog seeing a bone; I would kiss up frantically. Those dissolute rich kids in the circle were afraid of me. Liam even said directly in front of others: “I wouldn’t even want to sleep with a girl like Harper Stone.” Obviously, Sebastian was a great philanthropist, gentle and approachable, yet he raised such a rebellious brat. Probably adolescent rebellion. We’re both eighteen; I understand him. Sebastian put on his clothes and gave a faint “Mn.” “I remember. Your name is Harper Stone. Since you were fourteen, I have been sponsoring your education every year.” There was no extra expression on his face. He maintained politeness, not even lifting his head, afraid to see my naked skin. The skin now wrapped in his shirt, under the influence of the drug, had been left with scattered, crazy love bites by him. After sobering up, he became a gentleman again, while I was a despicable girl who loved leisure and hated work. Oh, can’t say girl anymore; it’s woman. After I got dressed, he asked me, “You haven’t contacted me for a long time. How is it? Which university did you get into?” I suddenly remembered there was indeed someone sponsoring me. At first, I would tell him about my studies from time to time. Every birthday and holiday, he would prepare gifts for me and help me when I was financially embarrassed. So he was my benefactor. I buried my head in shame, afraid to look him in the eye. Finally, I gave a dry laugh: “Dropped out. Took a shortcut to climb into rich people’s beds. Didn’t I just climb into yours, sir?” The smile on Sebastian’s face slowly disappeared, as if he finally realized what happened between us last night. He slept with a girl fifteen years younger than him, whom he had sponsored. Sebastian’s face was uglier than ever before. After a long silence, he sighed again, frowning, covering his forehead, annoyed at his actions. Even though it wasn’t his fault. It was my reckless method, clumsily applied to the wrong person. How could a person cause such a huge mess? I knew deeply what the consequences of doing this would be. Before, he always praised me. In his heart, I was a good kid. Now the good kid had fallen into a gold digger and landed in his hands. He must be furious. Before I could apologize, he apologized first. “Sorry. “From a man’s perspective, I should take responsibility for you, but I respect your choice. If you are willing, I will compensate you.” I stared at him blankly, my brain working fast. Weighing the pros and cons, I didn’t hesitate for too long and blurted out. “Then take responsibility for me, Mr. Thorne. I want you to be my boyfriend.” Such an opportunity was hard to catch, especially for someone hated by everyone like me. To be able to hold onto a golden thigh of Sebastian’s level was something one could only wish for; it was simply a gift from heaven. I knew my clumsiness and cheapness deeply. I knew my image in his heart was completely ruined. But the moment I decided to be a gold digger, I already knew what kind of person I was. My heart was beating very fast. A vain person like me actually felt panic and nervousness at this moment. Afraid he would show a contemptuous expression, afraid he would hate me, and even more afraid he would reject me. Sebastian was silent for a few seconds. “Okay. “But don’t do this kind of thing again in the future.” My heart went cold halfway. Still disgusted with me, right? Well, deserved. If someone else said this to me, I wouldn’t feel a ripple. But he happened to be the one who sponsored my education, who had high hopes for me. And I failed him, becoming someone who would do anything for money. I felt ashamed. At this time, he said, “I know you have your difficulties. You are not a bad kid. I believe in you.” His words stunned me. In fact, I knew very little about this sponsor. From beginning to end, my communication with him was on the phone. He didn’t reveal his name to me, nor his appearance and age. He was gentle and encouraged me. My grades weren’t good. To continue receiving his sponsorship, I studied desperately, but in the end, I could only get average grades. Every time I showed him my report card, I was terrified, afraid I would disappoint him. If I couldn’t study, I could only get married. But he didn’t. Facing my self-loathing, he would comfort me: “Stupid kids also need to read books.” I failed his expectations. This stupid kid, now biting the hand that fed her. I knew I should apologize to him, then go far away and never appear in front of him again. But I had no way back. People are always selfish. I was a selfish and despicable person. He said okay, so we would be boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. Oh, if he said I was his mistress, I would be happy too. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward for a moment. I assured him: “Mr. Thorne, don’t worry, I only climbed your bed alone. I am clean, no diseases.” Mainly because I only succeeded in climbing Sebastian’s bed alone, and it was successful because of an accident. Sebastian frowned. I thought he didn’t believe it. When I wanted to explain, he suddenly said: “Don’t talk about yourself like that.” Sebastian dressed properly. His aura of righteousness was so upright that I dared not look directly at him, making me look like a shameful rat. He told me earnestly: “The cleanliness of the body does not lie in virginity.” Just like before, he always taught me many principles. Pity he had no talent for teaching children. Liam wasn’t taught well, and even I grew crooked. But he was the first person to say such things to me. Every rich guy I entangled with asked if I was clean, then immediately denied it with a sneer: “You’ve hooked up with so many guys, probably played out long ago, right? I don’t play with damaged goods.” My parents also said. Girls should avoid suspicion and not go out to play with boys, otherwise others would say I was messing around, and I wouldn’t be able to get married later, or I would be despised by my in-laws as a broken shoe. I didn’t expect that what everyone cared about, Sebastian didn’t care. Positive energy! While I was distracted, Sebastian looked at me: “Harper, I remember you are only eighteen. “Although I don’t know the reason why you didn’t continue studying, I still hope you can return to school. “If you are willing, I can let you go to school with Liam.” What? School? I dropped out after junior year. Asking me to go back to school now, might as well let me learn how to serve him in bed. Could it be Sebastian’s fetish is schoolgirls? …Not impossible. Just then, the door suddenly opened. Liam appeared angrily. Seeing the disheveled me and the messy bed, his eyes turned red, emitting a sharp scream. He cursed loudly: “You bitch, couldn’t climb my bed, so you climbed my dad’s?” Inevitable. The drug was administered; someone had to take the hit, right? I had heard too many such ugly words and was immune. Sebastian slapped him directly, silencing Liam. I was stunned, covering my mouth and widening my eyes to watch the drama. Sebastian looked angry, his voice low: “Is this how I taught you to speak?” Liam cried in anger: “You indeed didn’t teach me like this, but you slept with her. Don’t you have anything to explain? Do you know what kind of person she is? Do you want this kind of person to be my stepmother?” Seeing them arguing more and more fiercely, I quickly added fuel to the fire, afraid their misunderstanding would be resolved. “I know you hate me. It doesn’t matter. In the future, we each address our own way. You call me Little Mom, I call you Brother Liam.” Liam was so angry his face turned green. “Shut up! What kind of thing are you, wanting to enter the Thorne family door!” I sold my pitifulness to Sebastian with tears in my eyes: “Mr. Thorne, I really didn’t mean to.” Liam was even angrier: “Why didn’t I see before that you are so good at sowing discord?” He pointed at my nose and said to Sebastian: “She has long been notorious in our circle. People looking for escorts don’t even want her. She is just for your money. Who knows how dirty she is.” Then, Liam got slapped again. Hahahahahaha, I almost laughed out loud. Although I wanted to climb his bed, it didn’t affect my dislike for him. When I chased him, he despised and teased me while treating me like a dog, wanting me to listen to his instructions at all times. I love money, not him. Seeing him get beaten, I felt so good. Didn’t he say he wouldn’t even want to sleep with someone like me? Still his dad has good taste and good stamina. Sebastian looked terrible: “Apologize.” “Why should I apologize? Did I say anything wrong? Don’t cry when you get infected by her!” Liam slammed the door and left, leaving me and Sebastian in silence. He sighed and apologized to me: “Sorry, don’t mind what he said. I will talk to him properly.” I quit while I was ahead: “No need, no need. He is also worried about you.” After all, Liam was slapped twice; I was already satisfied. Sometimes people just do it for show; better not push my luck. Logically, a person like Sebastian shouldn’t be able to raise a devil like Liam. Maybe it’s genetics; after all, he’s not Sebastian’s biological son. Sebastian asked me: “About going to school, have you considered it?” Of course I agreed. Now he is my sugar daddy. Isn’t the first rule of being a canary to obey the sugar daddy’s orders unconditionally? Not to mention going to school, as long as the money is enough, I can climb a mountain of knives. “Go, I’ll go.” He handed me a key, “From now on, you can live here with peace of mind. You don’t need to worry about anything else.” “What about you?” “I will come to see you when I have time. Your task in the future is to focus on studying.” I felt something was wrong. Does he really like the schoolgirl style, or does he really want me to study? 2 Facts proved that Sebastian really wanted me to study. When I appeared at the noble international school and was in the same class as Liam, Liam exploded. “Why are you here?” He questioned directly when I introduced myself. The whole class’s attention was attracted by him. Liam’s reaction made others curious about me, the new airborne student. I looked at him smilingly: “This is a school. Of course I came here to study.” Just based on the fact that I, a gold digger, climbed his dad’s bed, he would never accept me. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t accept me; I can accept him. If Sebastian marries me in the future, I don’t mind having a son older than me. Of course, I knew Sebastian couldn’t possibly marry me. A man with a clean background and integrity like him, what kind of famous lady couldn’t he get? Just because he was a responsible good man, plus he was soft-hearted towards me whom he once sponsored, he couldn’t bear to see me go astray, so he kindly pulled me up. The teacher asked Liam to calm down. Liam couldn’t calm down and ran away directly. He was a famous dandy. Teachers couldn’t control him, and Sebastian couldn’t control him either. Beating and scolding didn’t work. Watching Liam leave helplessly, I sat calmly in the seat arranged by the teacher under everyone’s curious gaze. Liam hated me. He couldn’t stand seeing me, who wanted to be his mom, doing well. So in just one day, he spread my glorious deeds throughout the class and even the school. Of course, he wouldn’t expose that the sugar daddy I climbed onto was Sebastian. He just told others that I was a promiscuous, money-grubbing slut who would sleep with anyone as long as they had money. Those malicious rich kids found my phone number and sent me harassing text messages in the middle of the night, asking how much for a night. [Before, the minimum standard was calculated by month, fifty thousand a month. Not anymore; I have a fixed sugar daddy.] Those people thought a little girl would be thin-skinned and could be humiliated, seeing me break down and cry to satisfy their bad taste. But if these words were said a week ago, I would have agreed happily. Who let me hug a very thick golden thigh now? Only gold diggers understand Sebastian’s gold content. They didn’t give up, whistling at me in school, looking me up and down with frivolous eyes, unscrupulously looking at my chest and butt. They said I had dirty diseases and was qualified to come to school here just because I climbed up a rich man. Everyone looked at me with malice and contempt. They hated me, avoided me, spoke ill of me openly, and laughed at me: “Still a diligent chicken studying hard every day.” I didn’t think that was a rumor; just the truth. Teachers managed it, but it was useless. Those second-generation rich kids had money and power; teachers didn’t dare to manage too much. No one managed them, so they went too far, determined to dig out all my black history and make it their laughing stock after meals. They dug out that I was a repeat offender. Because my motives were too obvious and fanatical, the rich second generation in the circle avoided me like the plague and wouldn’t even sleep with me. They also dug out my home address and background. Stony Creek Village, South Hill County. A place almost forgotten by the map, remote and backward. That was my home. I had two older sisters and a younger brother. My father was seventy years old, and my mother was a cripple blind in one eye. My eldest sister got married. My twin sister of the same age was in a coma in the hospital due to a car accident. My younger brother was still in elementary school. I dropped out in my junior year of high school and did many jobs. Waitress, clothing sales, manicurist, street vendor, amusement park odd jobs, escape room NPC, foot washing girl. At most, I worked three jobs at the same time, eating one bun with pickles a day. I lasted for a month, thin as a skeleton, fainted and entered the hospital, infused with two bottles of glucose, ate the boxed lunch bought by a kind nurse, and left without being hospitalized. I had no money for hospitalization; I couldn’t get sick. If I fell, what about my sister? After doing a lot of jobs and finding that the money couldn’t even support my sister’s medical expenses. I chose to take a shortcut. I wanted to be someone’s mistress. For poor people like us who have nowhere to go, we have no dignity. My dignity turned into cheap cosmetics on my face, cheap clothes on my body, ridiculous high heels on my feet. Practicing the most charming smile, I treated myself as a product for promotion, trying to package myself as a famous brand and sell at an expensive price. But a knockoff is a knockoff. Rich people have sharp eyes and can expose me at a glance. At first, when they learned that I came from a remote mountain village and was a genuine village girl, they laughed loudly, saying rural people were snobbish. But the more they dug, the more complicated the expressions on their faces became, until finally they could no longer laugh and looked at each other in silence. Especially the initiator of this bullying carnival, Liam. That day after school, he suddenly stopped me. “So, you became a gold digger to get money to treat your sister?” I nodded honestly: “Yeah, otherwise who would be willing to shamelessly spoil themselves?” Liam still questioned: “What about your parents? Don’t they have money? If not, you can ask for social donations!” Hearing this young master’s naive rhetoric, I couldn’t help laughing. “Young master, do you know the saying ‘Why don’t they eat cake’?” Liam was silent, his face pale. “Sorry… I…” It was rare to hear an apology from this master’s mouth. “No need to apologize. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the chance to be famous in the whole school. “I didn’t mean to climb your dad’s bed. Actually, I wanted to climb your bed at first, who knew I climbed the wrong person.” How would I know that the person in the room suddenly changed from Liam to Sebastian that day? Hearing my words, Liam’s originally pale face suddenly flushed. Stammering, pointing at my nose for a long time before speaking clearly. “You you you, do you have any shame?” Realizing what he said, Liam regretted it again. “I didn’t mean that, I…” I didn’t care, “Shame can’t be eaten as food, but the money your dad gives can buy food.” I ignored his stunned expression and turned away. 3 Sebastian was a busy man. Except for caring about my studies, we had almost no communication at other times. He even rarely came to my place. This wouldn’t do. If a little lover lost the attention of the sugar daddy, that was a sign of being abandoned! His asceticism made me think he had someone new outside, making me anxious like an ant on a hot pan. To attract Sebastian’s attention, I lied that I had a fever and acted coquettishly to ask him to come and see me. Sebastian really came. Seeing me lying on the bed, he frowned worriedly and reached out to touch my forehead. “Not very hot, shouldn’t be a big problem.” I grabbed his hand that was about to retract. Seeing his surprised expression, I lifted the quilt with a shy face, revealing a slender and well-proportioned body. For tonight, I went to buy a new set of lingerie. That night Sebastian tore my lingerie to pieces, probably liked it, so I bought the same type again. Blushing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Mr. Thorne, you haven’t come to my place for a long time. Did I do something wrong?” Sebastian’s eyes were deep. His palm was on my lower back. I bit my lip, before I could use means to seduce him. Sebastian suddenly pushed me away. “If you want to use this method to keep me, you don’t have to worry. “I said I would take responsibility for you.” His tone was not blame, nor ridicule, but gentle comfort. I sat on the bed staring at him blankly. “And about your sister.” He suddenly mentioned it, making my heart skip a beat. Probably no sugar daddy wants to raise two people, right? Money doesn’t grow on trees, let alone the other party is a critically ill patient. I got nervous. His voice was peaceful: “You don’t have to worry either. I will help you. Studying is your top priority task.” His words, contrasted with what I was wearing now, made me feel embarrassed. That kind of embarrassment of the soul was much more shameful than being stripped naked and thrown into the crowd. Body temperature retreated rapidly. I panicked and covered my body with the quilt, feeling that I had done something incredibly stupid. “Sorry, Mr. Thorne.” Sebastian smiled and touched my head. “I will make time to accompany you more in the future.” That night, Sebastian stayed over. Only he slept in the guest room, leaving my new lingerie useless. Lying in bed, I was not sleepy at all, thoughts messy in my mind. Sebastian knew my situation. From the day he chose to sponsor me, he had investigated my background clearly. We had never met. Thanks to the director who came to our village to shoot a documentary, I had the honor to be the protagonist once. God opened his eyes; that documentary was funded by Sebastian. In the lens, I was thin and small, fourteen years old, wearing ill-fitting clothes and shoes, dirty herding cattle on the mountain. That was the time Sebastian decided to sponsor me. We never met. He hid his personal information very well. If I knew that kind-hearted gentleman was Liam’s father, I would rather die than target Liam.

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After I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I bought three necklaces and hid them in three different places. “Hubby, these are my favorite necklaces. You have to burn one for me on my death anniversary every year, okay?” With that one sentence, I leashed the mad dog that was Ethan Sterling. I stopped him from jumping off a building, made him throw away his sleeping pills. Relying on this promise, he survived year after year. Until a young girl appeared by Ethan’s side. She was innocent and kind, like a warm little sun. Ethan moved out of our marital home and gave away the puppy I raised. On the third anniversary of my death, Ethan didn’t come. I slipped into Ethan’s dream, acting cute: “Hubby, you dummy, you haven’t found this year’s necklace yet.” Ethan, who usually chattered endlessly to me, was inexplicably silent. After a long time, he said: “Willow, it’s been three years. I need to start a new life too.” 1 After Ethan said that, I was stunned for a long time before replying slowly: “Oh, I see.” After that sentence, silence fell between us. Ethan lowered his head, hair obscuring his eyes, lost in thought. Actually, this is how it should be. Trees grow upward, people should look forward to the future. I opened my mouth, trying to pretend to be happy. But for some reason, I couldn’t curve my lips into a smile no matter how hard I tried. “Is it that girl from your company? She’s quite cute. If you’re together, treat her well…” Ethan gave a soft “mn.” I had so many other questions. I wanted to ask why he moved out of our marital home. I wanted to ask why he gave away my puppy. I also wanted to ask if he would still visit my grave on future anniversaries. But hearing that “mn.” I suddenly didn’t know what to say, so I turned around somewhat flustered: “Oh, okay, then I’ll get going…” I had drifted a few steps away when a voice suddenly came from behind: “Willow, did you really like that necklace?” It was Ethan, his voice characteristically deep. Everyone else called me Willow. Only Ethan called me Will. “Not really, actually I didn’t like it that much.” Three years ago, I hid those necklaces to give Ethan something to hold onto. So he wouldn’t be impulsive, wouldn’t follow me in grief. But now, it’s not needed. A new girl has appeared by his side. The girl is passionate and bold, approaching him day after day. Melting Ethan’s heart, giving him the motivation to live. My necklace seems a bit like an eyesore now. Ethan asked me: “Will, are you angry?” Actually, there’s no reason to be angry. My tone was serious: “Ethan Sterling, I’m really not angry.” I shouldn’t be selfish and domineering, occupying Ethan’s life even after death. How could I be angry? If I had to say. Maybe my heart just feels a little sour, so sour my eyes are a bit red. I looked at the moisture on my fingertips, wondering if ghosts can cry too? 2 At eighteen, I found out I was living in a book. Ethan was the male lead, and I was his “white moonlight”—the unforgettable first love who died young. In the book, we only had three years to love each other before I died of stomach cancer. So I suppressed my feelings and intentionally avoided Ethan. Nineteen-year-old Ethan didn’t understand why I suddenly became cold to him. He tried hard, hit many walls. Later, there was a fire at school. He was the only one who rushed in to save me. A terrifying scar nearly four inches long wound down his arm. It made him miss his exams and ended his dream of becoming a pilot. Ethan comforted me instead: “Will, I insisted on rushing in, it has nothing to do with you.” That night, I accepted Ethan’s confession. I told myself, stomach cancer is curable if caught early. The plot in the dream might not happen. After graduating college, we got married. After that, I researched a lot, going for checkups regularly. Ethan was more nervous than me, almost memorizing the test results. Unfortunately, life rarely goes as planned. I don’t understand, stomach cancer was detected early. But why did it worsen into late stage in just one month? So unexpected, so contrary to common sense. During that time, Ethan was like a walking corpse, his hair turned half gray, suffering insomnia night after night. Yet he pretended to be relaxed when visiting me, wearing a hat to comfort me not to be afraid. But no miracle happened. Before dying, I hid three necklaces and hired someone to tell Ethan a location every year: “Hubby, this is my favorite necklace. Remember to burn one for me every year, I want to be beautiful in the afterlife too.” With this promise, I stopped Ethan’s countless thoughts of suicide. Ethan was depressed,消沉 and desperate because of his love for me. And also persisted and cheered up because of his love for me. Three years later, the destined heroine of the plot, Lily Summers, appeared. The heroine would heal him with love and tenderness. Redeeming Ethan from the past, starting the sweet romance plot that followed. The last necklace didn’t need to be found. I was destined to be forgotten. 3 I floated behind Lily Summers. The heroine in the plot had a beautiful, innocent face. I heard her complaining to the air: “System, are you sure Ethan likes me? His face is as cold as ice every day, acting like I’m his enemy.” A cold robotic voice sounded, presumably the System Lily was talking to: “Host, your role is the little sun. As long as you persist in being proactive, you can soften the male lead’s heart. Remember to bring breakfast for the male lead tomorrow.” Lily pouted: “Fine. If it weren’t for the fifty million dollar prize, I wouldn’t take this crappy mission, chasing after someone who ignores me every day.” “But, Ethan is handsome and rich. I actually kind of like him. Marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him is actually pretty good. I can even get half his assets. Compared to that, the fifty million is nothing.” I stood frozen in place. System? Prize? Mission? What does this mean? The next morning, Lily indeed brought breakfast to the company. She smiled shyly, showing a unique girlish innocence. Ethan was a germaphobe, usually kept strangers away, but uncharacteristically accepted the breakfast. Not only that, he ordered Lily, an intern, to be converted to full-time early. It was completely different from how he treated me back then. At that time, our relationship was strong, and Ethan was childhood friends with my boss. But Ethan asked me to follow company rules. He said he believed in my ability and didn’t want me to be gossiped about for using connections. I couldn’t tell whose method was better, mine or Lily’s. But obviously, Lily was somewhat special in Ethan’s heart. After that day, Lily was exceptionally promoted to Ethan’s personal assistant. The two were inseparable almost every day. Eating together during work, watching movies together on holidays. Everyone could see Ethan’s special treatment of Lily. Employees gossiped, relieved that Ethan finally started another relationship: “Our CEO Sterling is really devoted. Since Miss Willow left, he almost lived in the company day and night, pouring all his energy into work.” “That day I was wondering why CEO Sterling kept looking out the window. Later I found out a new chain store opened opposite the company. That was the bakery Miss Willow liked most when she was alive. That afternoon CEO Sterling was restless, signing several contracts wrong, which was unlike his rigorous self.” “Miss Willow was very nice. I remember she ordered afternoon tea for us every time she came to the company.” “Yeah, but people have to look forward. We are all happy for CEO Sterling that he is willing to step out of the past and start a new life.” 4 Ethan moved out of our marital home and bought a new villa. Lily stood in front of the mirror, surrounded by expensive clothes and bags. She happily tried them on: “Ethan is so generous. Buying so many things just after we started dating. If we get married, won’t he be even more generous?” System: [Host, rest assured, I will definitely help you marry Ethan. By then, half of the Sterling family assets will be yours.] Lily smiled until her eyes curved: “Of course I believe you. If not for you, I wouldn’t even be able to get close to Ethan now.” As she spoke, she gritted her teeth a bit: “It’s all that bitch Willow Winters’ fault. Still lingering after death. If not for her, I would have married Ethan long ago. What ‘according to custom, can’t marry for three years,’ I spit on that!” The day Ethan and I got married. The officiant asked the groom if he would be faithful to the bride for life? Ethan nodded seriously and solemnly said “I do.” But actually that night, I quietly made an agreement with him about time: “Hubby, if I die, three years. Just three years, hubby. I don’t want a lifetime.” I don’t know if it’s a real custom or if Ethan remembered that night’s promise. But undoubtedly, this result is good. Ethan’s destined heroine appeared, and I didn’t make him make a promise he couldn’t keep. Ethan being depressed for three years was already doing right by me. He should start a new stage afterward. For the rest of his life, the one accompanying him should be Lily.

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After covering for the girl my two childhood best friends liked for the umpteenth time, they stopped me with smiles as I was leaving school. “Cover for her just one more time today? We’re going on a date tonight. Please?” I looked up and whispered: “Not today. I have a date too.” One friend’s smile instantly vanished, replaced by a cold smirk. “If you don’t want to do her chores, at least come up with a better excuse. Who could you possibly have a date with?” Seeing my silence, the other friend’s smile disappeared completely. He slammed his hand against the wall, pinning me there. “You’re really going on a date? “With who?!” 1 After class, I was taking out my umbrella to head home when Lucas grabbed my arm. “Don’t go yet. Do the cleaning duty first.” I looked back. Chloe’s name was written on the blackboard under “Cleaning Duty.” “It’s not my turn today—” “Chloe has cramps,” Lucas smirked, his handsome fox-like eyes curving up. He naturally patted my shoulder. “So, I’m counting on you. I’m gonna take Chloe home first.” Saying that, he slung his backpack over one shoulder and moved to give Chloe a piggyback ride. A hint of amusement flashed in Chloe’s eyes as she playfully hit him. “I don’t need you to carry me. I said it’s nothing serious. You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Lucas half-knelt in front of her, looking up. “How is it nothing? Girls need to rest when they have cramps. Harper is a girl too, she’ll understand. “Right, Harper?” I pressed my lips together. “…Fine.” As soon as I put down my backpack, the umbrella tucked on the side was pulled out by a long, pale hand. Ethan took off his rimless glasses and frowned at Lucas. “Are you planning to let Chloe walk in the rain? She can’t catch a cold.” He glanced at me. “I’m taking the umbrella. The rain looks like it’ll stop soon. You can leave when it stops.” With that, one carried Chloe while the other held the umbrella over her, and they walked out together. Chloe turned back, a slightly apologetic look on her exquisite face. “Harper, we’ll be going then.” … Their figures quickly disappeared into the rain. I withdrew my gaze and started cleaning. This was the third time this month I had covered for Chloe, and she was only scheduled three times a month. The time before last, she had a piano lesson. before I could even agree, Lucas agreed for me. “Piano lessons are important. You have your level test coming up. Harper doesn’t have anything to do anyway.” Last time, a new movie Chloe liked was released. Both Lucas and Ethan wanted to watch it with her, so the cleaning duty was left to me. I silently swept the entire classroom, mopped it once, and started erasing the blackboard. The blackboard was too high. I couldn’t reach the top words even after jumping a few times. Just as I was about to get a chair, a hand reached out from behind me. A hand with defined knuckles, clean and beautiful. It took the eraser from me and wiped away the words in a few strokes. Startled, I turned around abruptly and found Julian, the academic representative, standing behind me. He was so close I could smell the scent of sea salt and lemon on him—light, dry, and completely out of place with the humidity. Before I could speak, he said: “It doesn’t seem to be your turn today?” The girls at school always argued about who was the hottest: Ethan, Lucas, or Julian. But maybe because I was with Ethan and Lucas every day, seeing Julian up close felt more impactful. His light brown eyes were clear and clean, his eyelashes long and light like butterfly wings. “Chloe isn’t feeling well, so I’m helping her. “Why haven’t you left yet?” Julian didn’t show much expression, just helped me erase the entire board. “Went to the office to drop off papers. Came back and saw you—” he seemed to chuckle, “jumping.” I blushed. “Thanks.” “No problem.” Julian put the eraser on the podium. “Done? Shall we go?” I waved my hand. “You go ahead. I don’t have an umbrella. I’ll wait for the rain to stop.” He pulled out a black umbrella. “Let’s go together. I have one.” … “You often cover for Chloe? I’ve seen it before.” “Yeah, she… has things to do.” “She has a lot of things to do,” Julian tilted the umbrella towards me. “You seem pretty close with Ethan and Lucas?” “Yeah, we’re all friends. Including Chloe.” “If you’re friends, why do you do all the work alone?” I was speechless, kicking a small stone. “You’re busy too, right? I heard you have cram school at night. Why don’t you refuse her?” I paused. “If I refuse, they’ll be unhappy. We’re friends.” “What happens if they’re unhappy?” “We won’t be friends anymore?” I blurted out. “I only have these three friends.” “Then be friends with me.” We stopped at the entrance of my apartment building simultaneously. The jacaranda blossoms in the complex were beaten down by the rain, petals blowing in the wind. Julian held the black umbrella and smiled at me. “Are we friends now?” No one could say no to that face. I nodded. “Of course. Thanks for walking me home today.” “Just a verbal thanks?” I froze, looking up at Julian. The right side of his uniform, away from me, was completely soaked, while I was barely wet. But he didn’t seem to feel it at all, his smile gentle. “Then accompany me to the library the day after tomorrow. You wouldn’t refuse a friend, right?” 3 After showering that night, I saw Chloe’s message tagging me in the group chat. “Harper, are you home? Sorry for troubling you again. It’s all because those two insisted on sending me home. I said it was nothing, but they made it so tense.” I dried my hair. “I’m home.” “You didn’t have an umbrella. How did you get back?” Lucas suddenly asked. “Someone walked me home.” “Who was it?” Chloe sent a voice message with a laugh. “Is our Harper dating?” Ethan rarely sent messages in the group, usually only replying after Chloe spoke. “Impossible. Who would date Harper?” Lucas chimed in: “Exactly. She’s a nerd. Who would be interested in her?” Chloe laughed louder. “Why do you say that about Harper? She’s great, pretty and smart.” “Pretty?” Lucas scoffed. “Far worse than you. If she’s pretty, what are you?” Ethan: “Chloe, you’re just too kind. If you don’t tell the truth, she won’t see herself clearly. What if she gets tricked?” Messages popped up one after another. My mood, which had improved because of Julian, hit rock bottom again. I put down my phone and lay down gloomily. This wasn’t the first time. I knew that in our so-called clique, they actually looked down on me. I could understand. Ethan, Lucas, and Chloe were the dazzling types. Good-looking, wealthy families, excellent themselves. Only I was the most inconspicuous one. If we hadn’t grown up together, I might never have crossed paths with people like them in my life. Ethan and Lucas both liked Chloe. When the four of us were together, I was always transparent. It had been this way since childhood. I seemed to have gotten used to not refusing them. I rolled over, remembering what Julian said before leaving. “Treating you like this… do they really consider you a friend?” 4 On the day of Chloe’s cleaning duty, Lucas shoved the broom into my hands again. “We’re taking Chloe to the movies tonight. Cover for her.” Ethan had already picked up Chloe’s bag. Chloe waved at me with a smile. “Thanks, Harper!” I paused, then handed the broom back to Lucas. “Sorry, but I have a date today too.” The smiles on their three faces froze simultaneously. “A date?” Chloe curled her lip, putting on a generous act. “Haha, Harper, you just don’t want to cover for me, right? True, I’ve troubled you a lot this month.” Lucas frowned, his thick eyebrows knitting together. “A date? With who? Harper, if you’re making an excuse, find a better one. Who else do you know besides us?” Ethan turned his inorganic-looking eyes behind the rimless glasses towards me. “Harper, stop messing around. Chloe really wants to see this movie. Just cover for her once, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.” “It’s true,” I lowered my head. “We agreed to go to the library. I’m not messing around.” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Can’t you do the cleaning first? It won’t take long.” “No,” I glanced at my watch. “It’s almost time. I’m leaving first.” Chloe’s smile faded. She tugged lightly at Lucas. “Can you and Ethan persuade Harper? Is she angry because I trouble her too much? “Or is she… really dating? Is it the person who walked her home last time?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan and Lucas’s expressions darken. Ethan blocked my path. “Who walked you home last time? Who are you meeting?” Before I could speak, Lucas pinned me against the wall. “In such a hurry to leave? Harper, speak clearly. Are you really dating?” He lowered his brow, eyes dark. “Who is it?!” “Me.” Julian walked in, pulling me away from Lucas. He was about the same height as Lucas, looking at him levelly with a smile. “Harper is going out with me today. “Let’s go.” Saying that, he helped me with my bag. As we left, his gaze swept over Ethan without a ripple.

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I was hooked up to an IV in the infusion room when I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the hot guy sitting across from me: [Oh my God, isn’t that the woman on Liam’s lock screen?] [If I call Liam right now, he’ll rush over in a heartbeat, won’t he?] [She’s all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Liam’s gonna be heartbroken.] The infusion room was crowded. I thought the hot guy was talking about someone else. Little did I know, the person he was secretly taking photos of was actually me. 1 Being alone in the hospital while sick, hooked up to an IV, is lonely. I was staring at the drip, afraid to fall asleep. Just when I felt most vulnerable and lonely, I suddenly heard the inner thoughts of the hot guy sitting opposite me: [Oh my God, isn’t that the woman on Liam’s lock screen?] [She’s all alone getting an IV in the middle of the night. Liam’s gonna be heartbroken if he finds out.] [If I call Liam right now, he’ll rush over in a heartbeat, won’t he?] The infusion room was packed with people. I assumed he was talking about someone else and looked around curiously like any other bystander. But then, I realized the person he was secretly photographing with his phone was me. I wondered if I was hallucinating because I was sick and fragile, craving company. Then I heard his thoughts again. He had his head down, seemingly texting: [Liam, look who I ran into at the hospital.] [Is she the woman on your lock screen?] [She’s all alone in the infusion room. No one’s with her.] [How would I know what she’s sick with?] [Anyway, no one’s keeping her company.] [She looks so sleepy, almost dozing off a few times.] [But she keeps jolting awake to check the IV bag.] [Is your heart breaking into pieces right now?] [Huh? You’re asking which hospital?] [Information this important costs money, you know.] [Five hundred bucks. Transfer now.] [Not a cent less or I won’t tell you.] What? Five hundred dollars? Is he robbing someone? I wanted to rush over and ask him if I should get a cut of that money. Ding-dong. It seemed the money arrived. The hot guy shifted to a more excited sitting position. I continued to hear his thoughts: [Wow, Liam, you’re so generous.] [I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you right now.] [City General Hospital, second floor, Adult Infusion Room.] [Hurry up, waiting for you.] [Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her for you.] I really wanted to walk over and tell him: Instead of staring at me, why don’t you help me stare at my IV bottle? I was so sleepy, wanting to sleep but afraid no one would call the nurse when the IV finished. It would be trouble if blood flowed back or air got into the line. I closed my eyes, racking my brain, but couldn’t figure it out. Which “Liam” had a crush on me? Until twenty minutes later. Someone pushed open the doors of the infusion room. He was incredibly handsome in a black trench coat, his long legs particularly eye-catching. Underneath, he wore a white shirt, hinting at a toned waist, full of sexual tension. What surprised me most was that face—it was too familiar! Peak visual perfection. Wasn’t this my best friend Sarah’s younger brother, Liam Thorne, who had emigrated abroad? Dead memories suddenly began to attack me. 2 Six years ago, in the scorching heat of summer. My neighborhood had a power outage. Not being able to use the AC at night was torture. I posted on Instagram complaining: [Is this power outage trying to kill me with heat?] My best friend Sarah, who was abroad, called me and told me to stay at her place. Since she was overseas, her apartment here was empty anyway. I drove to her place immediately. I turned on the AC and fell asleep on her bed. Who knew I would wake up in the middle of the night to find someone lying next to me. I was startled. Turning on the light, I saw a face so handsome it was infuriating. Great pecs, defined abs, and even more sculpted V-lines! Crucially, his skin was fair; one look could cause a nosebleed. But his face was flushed from drinking, and he wouldn’t wake up no matter how I called him. Of course, I recognized him instantly. It was Sarah’s handsome younger brother. He was only eighteen, looking like a fresh-faced boy, but undressed, he was so built. One look was enough to make blood rush, too tempting to commit a crime. The little brat was probably drunk. He slept like a log, unaware there was someone else on the bed. What should I do? Sarah’s apartment was a one-bedroom; there were no other rooms. And the living room didn’t have AC. I wasn’t going to give up the bedroom. I wanted to kick him off the bed and make him sleep on the floor. But no matter how I kicked, I couldn’t move him. Just as I closed my eyes, fuming and unsure what to do. Suddenly, the brat turned over. A warm, domineering pair of sexy lips, tinged with the scent of alcohol. Unexpectedly pressed against mine. I was instantly stunned, my mind going blank. Who would have thought I’d be molested in the middle of the night by a handsome brother five years my junior. I was about to scold him, shout him awake. As soon as I opened my mouth, his slippery tongue dove right in. I was completely dumbfounded, blood rushing backward throughout my body. My eyes widened abruptly, seeing his closed eyes and brows. His eyelashes were longer than mine. Eyes closed, they looked beautiful like inverted moons. His breath sprayed on my face. Hot, a bit tingling, and a bit ticklish. I hadn’t experienced such emotional fluctuation in my entire life. I should have been angry out of embarrassment, but my heart raced uncontrollably. The brat swept through my mouth drunkenly. I was so scared I completely forgot how to react normally. My tongue dodged everywhere, not wanting to be entangled by him. The brat wasn’t in a hurry. If he couldn’t entangle, he sucked my mouth bit by bit. His tongue tip touched the roof of my mouth. I felt like I was hit by electric currents, wave after wave, unbearable. My brain actually produced a feeling: too enjoyable. Crazy! My mood fluctuated wildly, my mind a mess. No matter how crazy he acted, I couldn’t let him mess around like this! I had never kissed anyone in my life. Now teased by my best friend’s little brother to the point of being unable to stop, a battle between heaven and humanity, dizzy, in chaos. Clearly couldn’t stand this soft touch. In the end, my tongue couldn’t help but want to touch his. My heart was about to jump out of my throat. Felt I was incredibly crazy. In the quiet night, I was hot all over, sweating profusely. Later, when I recalled it, I never remembered it clearly, only the burning sensation was deeply etched in my memory. Later still, the brat probably had enough of molesting me and fell asleep soundly beside me, while I— My heart still surged with huge waves, unable to calm down. Even sleepless all night. At 5 AM, before the brat sobered up, I fled. 3 If only that was the sole accident. But half a month later, Sarah suddenly called me: “Momo, did you touch the surveillance cameras in my house when you stayed over?” My head buzzed: “You have cameras in your house?” Sarah said, “I’m abroad; of course, I need cameras for the empty apartment here. Today I checked them on a whim and found all recordings normal, except the night you stayed over—it was deleted.” My scalp went numb. Did her brother delete it? Did he check the surveillance the next day, discover we did indescribable things, and destroy the evidence? My heart leapt to my throat. I had to ask clearly. “Did you install cameras in every room?” Sarah affirmed, “Yes, except for the bathroom, everywhere else has cameras. But that night, the recordings from every room were wiped clean. I’m not blaming you; I just want to clarify. If it wasn’t you, but a hacker intrusion copying videos of you sleeping, that would be big trouble.” I jumped up in shock. Before deleting the video, did her brother make a copy for himself? I wished I could find a hole to crawl into. And I couldn’t ask Sarah to question her brother about this. Truly suffering in silence. I could only perfunctorily tell Sarah: “Um, ah, haha, you caught me. Not a hacker, I deleted it. Didn’t want you to see my elegant sleeping posture.” Sarah laughed and scolded on the other end: “Get lost. As long as it’s not a hacker. I was going to delete it for you anyway, so never mind.” I was anxious for a while after hanging up. Afraid her brother would come looking for me. Fortunately, nothing happened later. Over time, I forgot about that night. Only occasionally, seeing kissing scenes in dramas. Would trigger the memory of that indescribable beauty of that night. Blushing, secretly savoring it. Feeling ashamed, then quickly stopping. Occasionally chatting with Sarah, unintentionally hearing about her brother’s recent situation. I always paid careful attention but dared not ask too much. I didn’t expect to see him again in the infusion room six years later. Liam walked quickly towards me. No, accurately speaking, he walked quickly towards the hot guy opposite me. As if discovering me by accident. His expression was surprised and astonished: “Sister Monica? Why are you getting an IV here alone? “Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want a hand warmer?” As he spoke, he took out a hand warmer from his bag and placed it under my wrist. After an hour of infusion, my wrist was already frozen stiff. The sudden appearance of the hot water bag was simply my savior. He leaned lazily on the empty seat next to me, his profile deep and handsome. Heard from Sarah that he started taking over the family business after graduating last year. Only back in the country for a year, the projects he took over had doubled the company’s profits. Sarah’s dad praised his son to everyone. Indeed, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. The aura of a young heir was full, making one’s heart tingle. Especially knowing this little brat had a crush on me, adding another filter. I stared straight at him, unexpectedly making his ears red. The black trench coat set off his nobility and calmness. But it couldn’t hide the turmoil in his eyes: “Sister Monica, is there something on my face?” I held back laughter and shook my head: “No, just think it’s too coincidental.” 4 The hot guy opposite also pretended to be surprised and greeted me: “Hahaha, isn’t it coincidental? “So this sister knows Liam. I’m Zach, Liam’s bro. “Sister, I saw you were sleepy just now. If you’re really sleepy, why don’t you take a nap? Let Liam watch the IV bottle for you. “I called Liam to accompany me. Didn’t expect Liam to meet an acquaintance in the infusion room. Anyway, accompanying one is accompanying, accompanying two is also accompanying. “Right, Liam?” “Mn, piece of cake. Sister Monica, just sleep.” I just sneezed, and Liam took off his coat and covered me with it: “Sister Monica, will this be warmer?” The coat retaining his body heat instantly reminded me of that indescribable night six years ago. It was killing me; my heart had lost its rhythm. I could only close my eyes, desperately telling myself to calm down. But my mood couldn’t calm down, floating in the air like a roller coaster. I couldn’t believe it—the little brat actually had a crush on me? The inner voice from across came again: [Liam, why are you being reserved? Didn’t you see Sister Monica dozing off needing a pillow? Offer your shoulder for her to lean on.] [Who cares if she has a boyfriend? Why can’t latecomers take the lead? Isn’t everyone fighting and grabbing and acting tea-like anyway?] [So what if you’re five years younger? If you don’t pursue, how do you know she doesn’t like younger guys? A proud, restrained, obsessive, clingy younger brother—which sister doesn’t love that?] [Younger guys need to have a sweet mouth.] [Like when sister finishes her IV, take the chance to drive her home, then pin her in the elevator and say:] [“Sister, you are my ideal type.”] [“Sister, can’t it be me?”] [“Sister, I just want to date you, I’m going crazy thinking about it.”] [“Sister, I’ll listen to you from now on.”] [“Sister, can I be your private property?”] [“Sister, can I bully you disrespectfully?”] [“Sister, touch my abs.”] Help, who understands? Sleepy as hell but can’t sleep. Mind full of Liam pinning me in the elevator, saying those lines one by one with a magnetic, alluring tone. Clearly nothing happened, but I’ve already had a mental orgasm. Couldn’t help swallowing. Actually looking forward to it a little. Dare not imagine if Liam really pinned me in the elevator, close to my ear, saying those flirting words with his deep voice, how good my ears would feel. Single since birth for years, I can’t stand even a little stimulation. I secretly lifted my eyelids. Unexpectedly found Liam staring at my face thoughtfully. Seemingly struggling with something in his eyes. Discovering I opened my eyes, his eyes dodged faster than mine. But the next second, he actively closed the distance and offered his shoulder: “Sister Monica, I’ll lend you my shoulder to lean on and sleep.” Before I could refuse, his long arm reached over, pressing my sleepy head onto his shoulder. The action was fast, decisive, and very righteous: “Before when my sister was sick getting an IV, she had to lean on my shoulder. “With me, you get the same treatment as my sister. “Otherwise, if my sister finds out I met you in the hospital but didn’t take good care of you, she definitely won’t let me off.” I tried hard to pretend to be calm and reserved: “I’m really too sleepy, so I won’t be polite. Thank you, Liam.” Liam pretended to be calmer than me on the surface: “Piece of cake, as it should be. “I didn’t come specifically to be your pillow, just happened to meet.” I smiled without speaking. If I hadn’t heard the hot guy’s thoughts opposite me. I almost believed this unexpected encounter.

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My husband’s entire family thinks I have the easiest life. When I was a stay-at-home mom, they thought my husband worked hard to earn money, while I had it easy at home with the kid, so I had to do all the housework. When I went back to work, they thought my mother-in-law worked hard taking care of the kid, while I had an easy office job, so I had to take care of the kid after work. I had no complaints about taking care of my child, but just because I raised my voice slightly while helping him with homework, my husband pointed at my nose and called me “crazy.” My mother-in-law mocked me: “You can’t even do something as easy as teaching a child? What face do you have to scold him?” Even my child said it was bad luck to have me as a mother, and that other kids’ moms weren’t like this. Fine, fine. This “easy” life, I suddenly don’t want it anymore. 1 At 8 PM, I came home from overtime. My son was still playing video games with his dad. I assumed he had finished his homework because my husband promised to help him with it today. I asked casually: “Finished your homework so quickly today?” My son didn’t even lift his head: “Haven’t started yet.” I was angry and questioned Liam why he hadn’t supervised the child’s homework this late. Liam dismissed it: “It’s just some stupid homework, what’s wrong with doing it a bit later?” My anger flared up instantly. Since our son started first grade, I’ve always been the one supervising his homework. Only occasionally, when I worked overtime, would I ask him for help. But even then, he was always perfunctory. Either he was too lazy to check, not knowing if the child made mistakes. Or he just let the child play. When questioned, he would say the child didn’t listen to him at all. “What can I do? If you’re so good, you do it.” Or simply like today, spreading his hands, completely giving up. In the past, I would definitely have had a big fight with him. But now I was very tired, having neither the energy to argue nor the desire to waste time. It was already past eight, and the homework hadn’t been started. Given my son’s procrastination level, finishing homework would take until 9:30, then washing up, bedtime would be 10:00. Tomorrow, he had to get up early for school. I barely suppressed my anger, confiscated my son’s Switch, and forced him to do homework. My son looked unhappy, mumbling: “Mom is such a buzzkill.” Liam patted his son’s shoulder, father and son exchanging a knowing look. As if their common enemy was me. Chanting “don’t get angry, don’t get angry” to myself, I sat down at the desk with my son. But my son didn’t even read the questions seriously, grabbing the pen and scribbling randomly. I tapped the question with my finger, signaling him to look again. My son dared not say anything, so he bit his pen and stared at the question. However, this stare lasted for two minutes, obviously daydreaming. This couldn’t go on, so I started reading the question to him, explaining the key points. But he was absent-minded. Just as I was explaining the question to him, he suddenly dived under the desk and fished out a toy car. Obviously, his attention just now was not on the question at all. I worked overtime until eight and was already exhausted. Later, after the child went to sleep, I still had a freelance copywriting job to do. Every second the child wasted now would delay my rest time. At this moment, I was exhausted and couldn’t help raising my voice: “Do you know what time it is? Can’t you focus on your homework?” “I’ve explained it several times, can you pay a little attention? Mom is tired too, can you respect Mom’s labor?” The child lowered his head under the scolding. As a result, Liam rushed in directly, pointing at my nose and scolding me: “You’re crazy. “Coming home with a long face, who do you want to show it to? “Are you the only one tired all day? When you stayed at home with the kid, you said you were tired. Now you go out to work, you’re still tired. “Your broken job is so easy, how tired can it be? Can you stop being so pretentious! “Look around the world, which mother is like you. Going out to slack off isn’t enough, coming home to tutor a child and being so impatient, do you deserve to be a mother?” I trembled with anger. I raised the child since birth. Finally, he started elementary school, and his father, except for occasionally playing games with him, hadn’t taken care of him for a single complete day. What right did he have to accuse me of not deserving to be a mother? I couldn’t help retorting: “I don’t deserve to be a mother, do you deserve to be a father? Have you taken care of the child for a single day since he was born? What right do you have to accuse me?” Liam sneered: “Didn’t I earn the money? Without me working hard outside to earn money, just relying on your peanuts, could you live this good life now?” Money again. I only felt endless sorrow in my heart. 2 Liam and I were college classmates. Before having the child, we were both in internet companies, earning about the same. After marriage, I wanted to focus on my career for a few years before having children. But my mother-in-law kept pushing for a baby, and before the birth, she vowed that after the birth, the child would be handed over to her, absolutely leaving us with no worries. Result: the child was born, my mother-in-law, who agreed to come help, sprained her waist as soon as the confinement nanny left. This sprain lasted for several years. Because no one took care of the child, I had to resign. After resigning, taking care of the child became my full-time job. My husband worked hard during the day to earn money, so naturally, he should rest well after work. And I took care of the child at home, happy and easy, what right did I have to shout tired? Accompanying my own cute baby to eat and sleep every day, shouting tired was being pretentious. In those two years, Liam often said he supported the family, didn’t even lift a finger at home, let alone help me with the child. When the child was two years old, once I had a high fever and asked Liam to accompany the child. Result: Liam left me and the child and insisted on going out for social engagement. “You enjoy life at home with the child, can you understand the pressure of my work? “If there are difficulties, overcome them yourself, don’t be so pretentious.” At that time, holding the child in my arms, I wanted to end it all. But the child cried tiredly, murmuring “Mommy hug” in his dreams, making me feel that I had no right to die. I gave birth to him, I must be responsible for him. At that time, I joined many mom groups, and everyone lived a life similar to mine. Everyone encouraged each other, saying it would be better when the child grew up. When the child went to kindergarten, my mother-in-law’s waist finally healed, and she could come to take care of the child. The whole family said the child was older, and I could find a job. But because of a career gap of nearly three years, plus the child was young, except for odd jobs, no decent company was willing to hire me. Later, I gritted my teeth and passed the exam for a public institution. Although it was a government job, as a window unit, in fact, affairs were complicated, often overtime, and not earning much. In the current environment, I was content and tried hard to adapt to the work pace. But in the eyes of Liam’s whole family, I didn’t go to work at all, but went out to slack off. No matter how tired I was at work, how late I came back from overtime, I had to continue taking care of the child and doing housework when I got home. Because my mother-in-law was tired all day, Liam was tired all day, only I “rested” outside all day. Moreover, he often brought up the fact that I earned less than him. Even though we started from the same point, even though it was because I gave birth to and raised a child with his surname, cutting off my career prospects. Clearly, I made sacrifices for the family, but now this has become the handle for Liam to manipulate me. Every time we quarreled, he would say he earned money, he supported the family, without him, I couldn’t live this good life now. Ironically, this hideous man in front of me once vowed when I had to resign: “My money is your money, I will always remember my dear wife’s sacrifice.” Fortunately, after disappointments piled up, I had long lost any expectation for marriage and Liam, leaving only the persistence for the child to have a complete family. 3 I didn’t want to argue, just wanted to solve the problem: “The child is not mine alone. In the future, when I’m not home, you supervise the homework. No games until homework is finished.” Unexpectedly, it only exchanged for Liam’s sneer and contempt: “You’re ordering me around now? You call the shots in this house? Who do you think you are?!” And at this time, my mother-in-law, who had been in the living room, also rushed in to join the battle. “Let him supervise? He is a man, has to work to earn money, and come home to tutor the child, what’s the use of marrying you?” I was furious and couldn’t help asking my mother-in-law: “Don’t I work? Don’t I earn money?” My mother-in-law spat at me: “Your job is so easy, can it compare with Liam? “Just earning those peanuts, you have the nerve to say you also work and earn money! “Working a broken job, the whole family owes you, coming home and scolding the child, I see you are seriously sick. “Look at other people’s wives, capable of earning money and supporting the family, never seen anyone like you, going crazy as soon as you get home. “Small ability, big temper. Can’t even do such an easy thing as tutoring a child with homework, still have the face to scold the child.” Saying this, she dragged Leo’s arm and walked out: “Don’t pay attention to your crazy mom, come, go eat delicious food with grandma.” Leo cheered and jumped up, about to leave with my mother-in-law. I shouted at him to stop, grabbed his other arm, not letting him go. Leo shook off my hand without hesitation: “You are so annoying!” I looked at this child I raised single-handedly in disbelief. He rolled his eyes at me exactly like my mother-in-law: “Only incompetent adults push their kids. Dad said, the money you earn is not even half of his, what are you proud of?” “It’s really bad luck to have a mom like you, my classmates’ moms are not like you.” Three similar faces in front of me, using the same tone, saying identical words. For me, there is no horror movie more terrifying than this scene. The three of them went out happily. I heard Liam ask Leo loudly: “Want to go out for late-night snacks? Let’s go, not writing that broken homework today, I don’t believe the sky will fall.” Leo jumped three feet high: “Dad long live!” Soon, the three of them went out, leaving me at home. I looked around this home, on the table there was a pile of strawberry butts left after Leo ate the tips, three socks thrown by Liam under the sofa, and oily dishes soaking in the kitchen sink after dinner. These were the housework left for me, the “relaxed” person. My mother-in-law was obviously at home every day, claiming to help us manage housework, but actually only cooked for her eldest son and eldest grandson. Since I got pregnant, I felt nauseous smelling meat, so I started eating vegetarian. She was used to cooking with heavy oil, every meal was either chicken, duck, or fish, saying her son was tired, grandson was growing, must eat well every day. Basically, every day when I came back at night, I could only eat some staple food to cushion my stomach. Moreover, my mother-in-law said her waist was bad, couldn’t mop the floor once a week, and even refused to wash clothes on the grounds of not knowing how to use the washing machine. Liam habitually threw dirty clothes and socks around. Even though I bought a laundry basket, he still threw socks everywhere. Kitchen hygiene, toilet hygiene, clothes for our family of three, were usually done by me after the child fell asleep. Every day as soon as I entered the house, big and small things in the house all recognized their owner. Even so, Liam would say: “My mom worked hard all day, your job is so easy, do more when you get home.” Before I was completely disappointed with Liam, I also tried to communicate with him, my job was also very tiring. What I got was only his contempt: “If you are tired, let your mom come to take care of the child?” He clearly knew my biological mother favored boys over girls, devoted herself to my brother, and wouldn’t care about me at all. When we were dating, Liam knew the grievances I suffered in my original family, and once cried with heartache: “They don’t love you, I love you. Wang Yifan, in this life I, Liam, only love you!” It was this sentence that made me truly consider starting a family with Liam. Never having been firmly loved, I really wanted a family of my own, and really wanted a lover who only loved me. But this person who once said he only loved me, now punched me in the flesh, hitting the most painful and fragile place in my life. I will always remember the look he gave me then: “Wang Yifan, this is your fate, don’t be pretentious.” I knew his implication, even my own mother didn’t love me, didn’t help me, why should I expect him, expect his mother to love me, help me. In that instant, I also suddenly understood why Liam suddenly changed like a different person after I gave birth. Because he knew I was a woman with no support behind me. Except for this “home” he gave me, I had nowhere to go, no one to rely on. Therefore, he couldn’t be bothered to distract himself with me. But even realizing this, I could only continue to stay in this “home.” Because I still had the child. Leaving Liam, I couldn’t raise a child well by myself. So, I let myself sink deeper and deeper in this suffocating home. At this time the doorbell rang, it was the courier delivering a box of peaches. I remembered, last night Leo said he wanted to eat peaches, Liam immediately said he wanted to eat too, he would buy them. And I am allergic to peaches, let alone eating peaches, even touching peach fuzz will cause a rash. I looked at the peach picture on the express delivery, asked myself, Wang Yifan, is this what you want?

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I was rummaging through Julian Thorne’s trash when I received an anonymous text: “I want to lick the mole on your collarbone, baby.” Even after blocking the number, the harassing messages kept coming. Whether I was late for work, out at the movies, or stalking Julian myself, he always managed to send a flirty text right on cue. He even offered me advice: “Once Julian drinks it, baby, you can do whatever you want with him.” Later, I accidentally stumbled into Julian’s darkroom. The walls were plastered with photos of me. Julian, who was supposedly passed out drunk on the sofa, had clear eyes as he slowly picked up his phone and sent a text. A familiar notification sound rang in my pocket. “Baby, didn’t I teach you? The drug works best mixed with an ice-cold drink.” 1 “I want to lick the mole on your collarbone, baby.” I pursed my lips, glanced around nervously, quickly pulled up my collar, and blocked the unknown number. Pulling my cap lower, I squatted in front of Julian’s door and started rummaging through his delivery boxes and takeout bags. “Reordered the same body wash again.” “Switched to a different variety of mangoes.” “Bought cold medicine yesterday. Did he catch a chill with the weather turning?” After sifting through everything, I took the pile of trash downstairs and threw it into the dumpster. Back home, I pulled a white shirt out of my closet. It was Julian’s. It looked barely worn, retrieved by me from a discarded delivery box outside his door a month ago. I pressed it against my face, greedily inhaling the lingering scent. Enveloped in the smell of cedarwood, my mind conjured images of Julian wearing this shirt. Cool, abstinent. I loved it. 2 “Recently, the delivery boxes and takeout bags outside my door keep disappearing.” Julian stood beside me in the elevator, his voice calm. A chill ran down my spine. In the reflection of the elevator doors, my right hand gripping my bag strap was painfully obvious. “Have you encountered anything like this?” He turned his head, his gaze slowly shifting to me. “Miss Hart?” “Maybe the cleaning lady took them. She often takes my delivery boxes too.” I smiled and gave the answer I had prepared long ago. Julian raised an eyebrow, looking enlightened. “So that’s it.” Seeing that he believed me, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to ask about his recent health, the elevator arrived. The moment the doors opened, Julian frowned in displeasure. “Why did she follow me here?” I followed his gaze. A bouquet of bright red roses lay at his door. He picked up the flowers with one hand, glanced at them casually, and suddenly called out to me from behind. “Miss Hart, if you encountered something like this, what would you do?” He handed the card to me. I took a step back and waved my hand. “This is your private matter. I won’t get involved.” Julian’s eyes darkened for a moment but quickly returned to normal. “Sorry to disturb you.” It wasn’t until I entered my apartment and sat on the sofa that I noticed my smartwatch issuing a stress warning. In that brief glance earlier, I had actually seen the contents of the card clearly. It was filled with passionate confessions to Julian. There was even a bright red lipstick mark over the name “Chloe Quinn” at the bottom. Julian’s solution to the stalker was simple. He tossed the bouquet back where it was and went home as if nothing had happened, ignoring it completely. Although he didn’t do anything extreme, I clearly saw the look of utter disgust in his eyes when he saw the flowers. I couldn’t help but think of my own uncontrollable, perverted behavior towards Julian. Rummaging through his trash, spying on his privacy, following him to the movies to watch the same film, participating in events organized by his club to fake chance encounters… I dared not imagine what his reaction would be if he discovered these things. I curled my trembling pinky into my palm. I have to be more careful in the future. He must never find out. 3 More things started piling up at Julian’s door. Besides the usual discarded boxes, there were beautifully wrapped gifts. Sometimes gourmet desserts, sometimes designer sneakers. But Julian never even opened the packaging. He let the items pile up into a small mountain. Chloe was as persistent as her card suggested. I even saw her at Julian’s door. Chloe, who had been examining Julian’s delivery labels, turned her head immediately upon noticing me and asked with a grin: “Hi there, does Julian Thorne live here?” She was very beautiful, and her smile was exceptionally friendly. No one could dislike a girl like her. This wasn’t my first time seeing Chloe. Julian, Chloe, and I all went to the same university. Back in college, Chloe was famous as the “Business School Beauty.” I had heard her name many times but never interacted with her. The closest encounter was probably one summer night when I accidentally walked into a pole on the track field because I was zoning out. When I was helped up, dazed, surrounded by floating pink balloons and a surging crowd, I realized I had stumbled into someone’s public confession scene. And the heroine was Chloe. I covered my throbbing forehead, apologizing profusely as I fled in embarrassment. Now, Chloe stood there in a white dress similar to that summer night, tilting her head, waiting for my answer. I nodded at her. I couldn’t lie. Julian used his real name for deliveries; she could find out with a quick check. When I went into my apartment, Chloe was still fiddling with the new gift she brought for Julian. Ding— A message notification sounded. I relaxed my fingers; the print on my phone case was scratched and peeling from my nails. I picked up the phone. Another text from a strange number. “Baby, are you jealous?” Only after he pointed it out did I realize the heaviness in my heart was jealousy. This pervert always knew my information firsthand, understanding me even better than I understood myself. It felt like he was watching me from the shadows. When I first started receiving harassing texts, I panicked, searching for cameras in my home, suspecting every passerby, even moving immediately. But nothing stopped it. Every time I blocked a number, he would switch to a new one. Over time, I became numb to these messages. I no longer feared his ambiguous texts. Because I discovered he didn’t dare appear in front of me. Just like I didn’t dare reveal my true self to Julian. “Baby, there’s another woman looking for your neighbor. He must be a dirty man.” “Baby, do you want me to beat him up for you to vent your anger?” “Baby, stop liking him.” New messages appeared on my screen one after another. I picked up my phone and rarely replied to this pervert. “Who should I like then? You?” “Boohoo, baby finally noticed me. I’m a thousand, ten thousand times better than your neighbor. I want to hug baby, kiss baby right now.” “Get lost.” The phone went quiet. Just when I thought there wouldn’t be any more messages. Ding— “Baby is so fierce, I like it.” Damn it, pervert. I quickly blocked the number. 4 My company took on a big project. I was practically squeezed dry, working until eleven every night. Let alone stalking Julian, I could only glance at the pile of stuff at his door out of the corner of my eye while rushing to the elevator. The messages from strange numbers on my phone piled up to 99+. It wasn’t until the proposal finally passed review that I could catch my breath. Leaving work on time for the first time in half a month, I unfortunately encountered a rainstorm. Passing by the apartment next door, I saw Julian’s door ajar, dark inside. I checked the time. 6 PM. Julian usually came home at 8 PM. Did he forget to close the door? Possessed by some ghost, I pushed open Julian’s door. Quiet, no one there. I walked in a few steps, fumbled to turn on the light, scanned the room, and my gaze was instantly drawn to a plush toy on the entryway cabinet. It was a pink rabbit wearing a pink dress. Not new, with visible wear on its limbs, but clearly cherished by its owner. It looked so familiar. I seemed to have had a similar keychain in high school, but I accidentally lost it later. I picked up the rabbit keychain, wanting to examine the details. The elevator door behind me suddenly opened. I froze in place, at a loss. Only two people lived on this floor. Besides me, only Julian would come here. The rain was deafening, but the footsteps were crystal clear in my ears. Then, a tall shadow fell over my head. The rich scent of cedarwood enveloped me, a continuous chill, like standing in a pine forest after the first snow. He leaned in, placing a hand on my waist. Water droplets fell from his forehead and chin, landing on my collarbone, the cold making me shiver slightly. That icy voice rang in my ear. “What are you doing?” “Miss Hart?”

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I transmigrated into the role of a green tea (manipulative) female side character who cross-dresses as a boy just to get close to the male lead. Now, not only do I have to maintain this character, but I also have to “conquer” the heroine, who is also cross-dressing as a boy. So, I’m forced to play both sides. The day my secret was exposed, I trembled in fear. The male lead rubbed my lips fiercely: “You like playing these thrilling games, huh?” “Hmm?” 1 “Come out!” “Explain what was under your butt just now!” As soon as I transmigrated, I heard myself interrogating someone behind a bathroom stall door. My tone wasn’t exactly friendly. I immediately covered my mouth. Shit! Why is my mouth running on auto-pilot? While I was panicking, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind: “Congratulations, you have been selected to transmigrate into a book. I am your System.” According to the System, the original owner of this body is named Faye Jensen. She is a manipulative “green tea” side character who is obsessed with the male lead, Xavier Thorne, and goes so far as to dress as a boy to get close to him. And the person I currently have blocked in the stall is the heroine of this book, Chloe Stone. In the original novel, after discovering Chloe’s true identity today, I started targeting her relentlessly. Terrified she would get involved with Xavier. Little did I know, these actions actually accelerated the romantic development between the male and female leads, and sped up my own demise. Ending in a miserable tragedy. I rubbed my chin for a moment: “So my mission is to successfully conquer the male lead?” Standard transmigration trope, I get it, I get it. The System paused: “You only guessed half right.” Half? Which half? Before I could ask, the System volunteered: “Your mission is to maintain your character persona while, still cross-dressing as a boy, successfully conquering the heroine.” ? Maintaining the persona is understandable, but conquering the heroine? What the hell? I was silent for a moment: “System, be honest, is your last name ‘Absurd’?” “Also, I’m not gay.” Sensing my displeasure, the System was considerate and immediately offered a second option: “Then you can die. I’ll find someone else.” Uh, wait. Is it that casual?! I choked and tried to save myself: “Actually, I’ve long discovered I’m suited to be a lesbian.” “In the past, my moral compass was too high, so I only dared to be gay in secret, trembling with fear that others would find out. But after meeting you, being gay has become a lifestyle, a threshold for making friends, a philosophy of life. Being a lesbian is underrated; it’s not just an action, but a mood in mind, a state of being. If someone isn’t gay, I feel sorry for them.” This time it was the System’s turn to choke: “It’s not that serious. You just need her affection level for you to reach 100%. You don’t have to… actually become a lesbian.” I was a little disappointed. What the hell, I just convinced myself. 2 After understanding the situation, I turned my gaze to the present. Chloe still hadn’t come out. After thinking for a moment, I ran to the classroom, grabbed my backpack, and passed a sanitary pad from a hidden pocket through the gap in the stall door. Luckily, the original owner had a habit of carrying pads. I softened my voice: “Um, do you need this?” Chloe didn’t make a sound, so I kept holding it. After a long time, Chloe moved and whispered a very quiet “Thank you.” A voice rang in my mind: Affection +5. The corner of my lips curled up, and I started explaining my behavior just now. “Don’t be scared. I was just a little shocked, so I overreacted. Sorry about that.” “Don’t worry, I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.” “I’m leaving now, bye.” As my footsteps faded away, the mechanical voice continued: Affection +10. Hehe, the heroine is kinda cute. 3 It was currently break time, and the classroom was a chaotic mess. Some people who saw my actions earlier started gossiping as soon as I returned. I rubbed my eyes, pretending I just woke up: “Nothing, I just thought school was over.” Everyone burst into laughter, and I took the opportunity to return to my seat. I ran too fast earlier and didn’t get a chance to look at my “male lead” desk mate. It’s hard to say if the original owner was smart or stupid. Smart because she cross-dressed to get close to Xavier Thorne. Stupid because by cross-dressing, she became the only “girl” around Xavier who was treated like a bro. I sighed. Hard to judge. Xavier beside me probably heard my sigh. His face, which had been buried on the desk, turned. His bangs were fragmented and messy. He half-opened his eyes, squinting against the sunlight from the window: “Why the sigh?” Even in such a terrible posture, it was hard to hide the boy’s handsomeness. I paused. It took a moment to realize that this should be the time when “I” and Xavier had the best relationship. That’s why he had the leisure to care about me. I shook my head, indicating it was nothing. Just then, Chloe entered from the front door. Across half the classroom, I spotted her instantly. The girl was truly beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, a pair of clear tea-colored eyes. Her short hair added a touch of handsomeness. My eyes lit up. Worthy of being the heroine. Chloe sensed my gaze and turned her head. Her cheeks flushed, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped. As if worried about what happened earlier. I smiled at her and made an “OK” gesture. That pad became our unspoken secret. “Since when do you know him?” Xavier beside me straightened up at some point, following my gaze to look at Chloe. His expression was intriguing. My alarm bells went off immediately. In terms of charm, I can’t compare to Xavier. If Xavier starts interacting with Chloe now, he might steal my baby heroine away in no time. Then wouldn’t my mission be doomed? My life is over. Thinking of this, I spoke immediately: “Xavier bro, help me see how to do this problem?” No matter what, I can’t let him look at Chloe anymore. Staring at that face for too long, I’m afraid he’ll fall in love. Too dangerous. 4 Xavier paused, then shifted his gaze to me. “Asking me?” Right, asking him? Xavier is an out-and-out slacker in the book. I was speechless for a moment, trying to smooth things over: “Who told you to have a scholar’s face, bro? You look like you know everything.” Hearing this, Xavier couldn’t hold back and chuckled. “According to you, if I don’t solve this problem, I’m letting my face down?” I nodded, but then quickly shook my head. Not really. You just be handsome. Someone else will handle the studying. I glanced inconspicuously at Chloe. Yup, the only brain in the whole book. But for some reason, Xavier’s expression inexplicably turned cold. He reached out and pressed my head toward the problem. With just a glance, he wrote down the answer. ? Wait, he just solved it? This is an extra credit problem. I flipped to the answer key at the back to compare. Identical. I looked at Xavier. He returned to his lazy posture but looked a bit smugger. He raised an eyebrow at me, as if saying: “Well?” I couldn’t believe it. After holding it in for a long time, I said: “…Did you peek at the answer?” Otherwise, it’s impossible! So I successfully saw Xavier’s face turn dark. He sneered and messed up my hair: “Faye, you’re really something.” I screamed. But this really isn’t my fault! This is called OOC (Out Of Character), you know!

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After my parents divorced, my dad quickly married his mistress and had a precious son to carry on the family name. My mom found her second spring and had a new baby, the fruit of her true love. I became the “flaw” in their perfect new lives. Both of them, along with their new partners, kicked me out of the house. Just as I was starving and about to resort to selling myself, the delinquent girl I used to fear grabbed me. She blew a smoke ring in my face, looking at me with disdain: “Are you stupid?” “If they won’t give it to you, can’t you just take it yourself?” “Steal, rob, whatever. Taking your own parents’ money is called justice.” 1 I thought she made a lot of sense, so I put it into action. Taking advantage of the time my dad and stepmom took their baby out, I decisively smashed the window with a rock and climbed in. A security guard saw me and shouted, but then realized it was me: “Hey, aren’t you Mr. Walker’s daughter?” “Why are you climbing through the window instead of using the front door?” I leaned on the windowsill and smiled at the guard: “Forgot my keys, didn’t I?” “I left something inside, need it urgently.” I’ve lived in this house for over a decade; everyone here knows me. Naturally, he didn’t stop me. Once inside, I started searching. I had planned this in advance. I wouldn’t take anything too expensive; if they pursued it, I might have to return it. I’d take food and drinks. The fridge was full of expensive supplements my stepmom used, like bird’s nest and collagen. I grabbed a plastic bag and scooped them all up. Also, I needed things that were valuable but not crucial. I circled the house. Looking around, I set my sights on my cheap brother’s stroller. It cost a couple of thousand dollars. If I sold it as scrap or second-hand for a few hundred, they couldn’t really hold me accountable, could they? Also, my dad had a habit of hiding a private stash of cash. This was something he wouldn’t tell anyone about. I felt around the old hiding spot and actually found several thousand dollars in cash. My hands trembled with excitement as I stuffed it into my bag. Then, I loaded my loot onto the stroller and boldly pushed it out. Roxy and her crew were waiting for me at the community gate. Seeing this, they all gave me a thumbs up. “Not bad, Vance.” “We thought you’d be too scared to take much since it’s your first time.” I sneered and raised an eyebrow: “Having suffered once, they definitely won’t give me a second chance, so I have to take enough in one go.” Roxy was street-smart and had many connections. With a few phone calls, she helped me sell the “stolen goods.” By the time my dad brought the police to my door, I had already sold everything. And I had hidden the money in different places. My dad slapped me as soon as he saw me, his face red and neck thick as he roared: “You learned all these bad habits from your mother.” “Stealing from your own home.” “Officer, this thief with sticky fingers must be taught a lesson.” Seeing his self-righteous look, I just wanted to laugh. It was just some supplements and a stroller, things he was willing to buy for his mistress and precious son. But when I took them, he called the police to arrest me? I immediately knelt down and kowtowed, crying loudly: “Dad, I beg you.” “I’m so hungry, and I have nowhere to go.” “I don’t want to be an escort like Auntie said.” 2 The idea of being an escort was actually “suggested” by my stepmom when she kicked me out. Hearing this, the police quickly came to help me up. I grabbed their uniforms and cried loudly: “Officer, I want to report that my stepmom used to be an escort.” “I have evidence of her taking clients.” My dad couldn’t hold it in anymore and roared impotently: “You damn girl, what nonsense are you talking about?” I took out the phone I had just bought and handed the evidence to the police officer. This was collected by my mom when she caught him cheating. But when she divorced, she took a large sum of money and didn’t report the mistress. I, however, remembered this clearly and secretly uploaded the evidence to the cloud. The police officer looked solemn, as there were transaction records and hotel surveillance footage. “We will investigate this matter.” “But regarding your theft…” I hurriedly interrupted the police officer and asked innocently: “Why is taking things from my own home considered stealing?” Silence followed. I clutched my stomach, looking even more innocent: “I really had no choice; they wouldn’t give me food.” “Officer, can I go to a foster home?” Treat enemies with thunderous rage, but treat others with pitiful innocence. The police officer responsibly asked about the food situation. I decisively revealed the drama of my dad and stepmom: “At first, they left me behind and went out to eat. I couldn’t find a single grain of rice at home.” “Later, they kicked me out to my mom’s place and wouldn’t let me stay at home.” “They changed the lock password, so I couldn’t go back.” As I cried and narrated, the police officer’s expression grew uglier. My dad yelled: “You cheap girl, what are you talking about?” Saying this, he tried to hit me again. Fortunately, the police officer wasn’t useless and immediately stopped him. And gave him a stern warning. This matter was also defined. “She didn’t take anything valuable, just some food and drink.” “But you, you’ve committed the crime of abandonment.” Because of this, the police officer gave my dad a verbal warning. I thought he would have to swallow this anger. Unexpectedly, when I went to school the next day, the whole school was spreading rumors about me associating with delinquents and stealing everything from home. Roxy asked around and found out that my stepmom’s brother went to the same school as me. He was the one spreading the rumors. After all, I had exposed his sister’s escort past. Although she wasn’t prosecuted because she was breastfeeding, she lost all face. Roxy took the money I gave her, rolled up her sleeves angrily, and was about to go teach that guy a lesson. But I stopped her. Instead, during the Monday assembly, I rushed to that guy as fast as I could. I knelt down and banged my head on the ground. “I beg you.” “I will never tell anyone again that your sister was a streetwalker and a mistress.” “I didn’t want to steal either, but your sister wouldn’t give me food.” I hugged his leg and cried helplessly. Crying and making a scene: “Little Uncle, I beg you, have pity on me!” He was furious. He came up and kicked me: “Are you crazy?” I immediately clutched my chest, lay on the ground, and wailed in pain. Roxy and the sisters in the school had been briefed. Seeing this, they immediately shouted: “Holy sh*t, what trash.” “Bullying a girl~” 3 Mistress, streetwalker, bullying the stepdaughter. In a small town, this was undoubtedly a bombshell. I chose to make a scene when the whole school was present to blow it up. When I was taken to the hospital by ambulance, my mom, who had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared. Looking at me in the hospital bed, she was full of excitement: “You girl, impressive!” “Finally vented some anger for your mom.” Maybe it really was satisfying. She finally started showing concern for me, the “failed product.” But after a few sentences, she started giving me advice: “Just keep making a scene. That little bastard is an adult now.” “If he doesn’t want to go to jail, he has to pay to settle it.” “Your sister will need money for school and stuff in the future.” I automatically filtered out her chatter. I said coldly: “My money is mine. Don’t think about spending it on your second daughter.” “Otherwise, don’t blame me for using the same methods I used on my dad on you.” Actually, I don’t hate my mom. Meeting my disgusting and shameless dad was just her bad luck. Later, she divorced and luckily met a good partner, having a fruit of love. To live a good life, she had to discard me, the baggage. If she hadn’t kicked me out then, her marriage would probably have broken down too. She just chose herself. I spoke decisively and directly. Seeing she couldn’t get any advantage, she cursed me under her breath and walked away swaying her hips. I couldn’t help laughing. What was I still expecting? Not long after my mom left, my dad came. Looking at me with disgust: “Alright, stop acting, hurry up and get discharged.” My stepmom followed closely, arms crossed, looking down at me. But her words were gentle and virtuous: “Why didn’t you tell Auntie when your mom kicked you out?” “If I knew you had nowhere to go and no food to eat, Auntie would have called you back home.” The two of them teamed up, putting me on the spot with every word, wanting to take me away. The doctors couldn’t stop them either, as they were now my guardians. When dragging me forcefully from the hospital bed, my stepmom pinched me secretly. Breathing into my ear like an orchid: “Just wait until you’re in my hands, see how I deal with you.” Hearing this, I said “Oh.” I pressed my whole body onto her. I remembered she had a C-section. One punch, straight to her belly. She said she was going to deal with me. I couldn’t just sit and wait for death, could I? She screamed in pain, grabbing my hair. My scalp hurt sharply. I went up and scratched her foxy face. “Stepmom, ouch, it hurts, let go.” I struggled constantly, scratching line after line on her face. Even my dad, who came to break it up, almost got his eye scratched out by me. The whole ward was in chaos. The final result was that I was discharged, but my stepmom was hospitalized. My dad had to serve my stepmom. I logically “returned home” and enjoyed the huge house alone. Until various photos of me started circulating online. Coming out of the bath, changing clothes. Roxy gave me a sharp rap on the head without hesitation: “How many times did I tell you to be careful, careful, and more careful.” “You didn’t even know there were hidden cameras installed at home, taking pictures of you as leverage.” “How can you go back to school like this?” 4 I didn’t think it was a big deal. After all, I almost sold myself. Compared to those photos, the urgent matter was that my stepmom was discharged. Looking at my stepmom’s face full of hatred and ferocity, I shuddered subconsciously. Sure enough, the first thing she did upon returning was to hold me down with my dad and beat me soundly. I protected my head and abdomen, lying on the floor, letting them beat me. Until my stepmom brought out boiling water, about to splash it on me. I heard Roxy shout angrily: “Sisters, get them.” The brothers and sisters ambushed in the room rushed out. They pinned my dad and stepmom to the ground and beat them up. A few people, shouting like an army… They didn’t use weapons. Just fists and fingernails. Only when they were tired of beating and gave me a look, did I leisurely take out my phone and call the police. After the police arrived, my dad and stepmom went to the hospital again. Me and the group of brothers and sisters were sent to the station. Checking, all were of compulsory education age. Looking at the situation. Dad and stepmom engaging in abuse. Boiling water was about to be used. These people were protecting me; in a sense, it was self-defense. So, we all happily walked out of the station. This time, I went even further. I had people move all the furniture out and sell it. After all, my dad and stepmom didn’t give me a single cent. To eat, this was also a last resort. I sold things enthusiastically. The money I got was all deposited into a bank card in my name. Using it sparingly, it should be enough for me to finish high school. Before leaving, I specially collected some swill. Spent a day “working.” Striving to fill every corner of this house with surprises. After finishing, I clapped my hands preparing to leave. But Roxy asked me: “Really planning to stop?” “You can blackmail them for at least another three or four years.” “With me here, guarantee to train them to be submissive.” I was silent for a while, then smiled with relief: “Messing with them vents anger, but I want a broader world.” Entangling with them, at best, is mutual destruction. My life is still long. Why delay for a moment of satisfaction? Before my dad and stepmom were discharged, I moved into the school dormitory. The one responsible for signing the consent was my mom. It didn’t take much effort. Just took a group of sisters to wander around my mom’s new family. She agreed impatiently. After all, she couldn’t let her husband have any opinion of her. After moving into the dorm, I put all my effort into studying. Right after I finished my entrance exams, the sisters who had started losing contact suddenly came to find me. They said: “Do you have money?” “Take it out for use.”

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