Caleb fought for me, even broke his arm for me. Everyone said he was crazy in love with me. Until. I heard a friend ask him if he was going to marry me. The man chuckled lightly, “She’s just a stray cat. Fun to play with, but you don’t actually bring one home.” Later. When my daughter asked, “Mommy, why doesn’t Daddy want me? Does he not like me?” I lowered my eyes and shook my head, “He just doesn’t like Mommy.” 1 My breakup with Caleb was messy. I called him a shameless bastard. He called me an ungrateful wolf he couldn’t tame. We were people who should have never crossed paths again. Five years later, we reunited. The manager beside me introduced enthusiastically: “Mr. Thorne, this is Wendy. She’s the main reception manager responsible for your team.” Silence fell. Caleb’s gaze finally landed on me. I pursed my lips and extended my hand, “Mr. Thorne, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Caleb didn’t respond. The air was still. He scoffed. “Really? How much have you heard?” “…” 2 This man was always like this. Wearing a cold, handsome facade. A rhetorical question, giving the illusion he was deliberately engaging you. Casually teasing, enjoying your shyness and awkwardness. In reality, he watched from the shore, his heart never moved. I didn’t speak. The manager sensed something and asked tentatively, “Wendy, do you know Mr. Thorne?” I lowered my eyes, “We’re strangers.” I said this deliberately, devoid of any social grace. The manager awkwardly smoothed things over, “Nonsense, Mr. Thorne is young and promising. It’s not too late to get to know each other now.” There was no emotion in Caleb’s eyes as he looked away. When we brushed past each other. His arm pushed aside my hand still hanging in mid-air. He said indifferently, “Strangers don’t have time to get acquainted.” 3 That day, it rained heavily. Making the bottom of one’s heart increasingly damp. Delayed by work, I stood alone at the entrance. A black luxury car stopped in front of me. Caleb rolled down the window with a cold face, “Get in.” “I called a car.” As I spoke, the taxi arrived. Caleb glanced sideways, “You call one, I crash one. Believe me?” His profile was sharp. As wicked and arrogant as ever. I sighed inwardly. But as soon as I got in, my arm was pulled forcefully. I landed on his lap. The strength disparity was huge; I struggled but was pressed back onto his lap. Warmth spread, breaths almost colliding. “It’s not like you haven’t sat here before. What are you afraid of?” I gritted my teeth in anger, “Bastard.” Caleb curled his lips, “Tired of hearing that. Call me something else.” Countless times in the past, skin against skin. I cried and begged for mercy, calling him a bastard. He was indeed tired of hearing it. Caleb’s fingertips landed on my waist. He scrutinized my face, “You’ve grown bold, Wendy. Strangers?” “Let me down.” Caleb turned a deaf ear, “Then let me remind you.” I subconsciously turned my face away. But he grabbed my chin. Forcing me to look at him. “My name is Caleb Thorne. A fool who was used by you and then thrown away.” His eyes were deep, carrying a faint smile. Word by word. Forcing me back into that rusty memory. 4 In college. Caleb was a good-for-nothing, with a bad temper and a fierce fighting style. No one in school dared to mess with him. In his opulent life as a rich second generation. The only accident was me. I was the pet Caleb was most interested in. I also obediently played the role of his follower. Or rather, I ‘liked’ him. So I used Caleb’s pathological possessiveness towards me. To beat the man who had bullied me since high school half to death and send him to prison. Caleb also broke an arm blocking a bat for me. Looking back now. I never thought that in this game of chess, I would lose myself too. Caleb was discharged after reimplantation surgery, his arm still in a cast. I specially went to the temple to pray for a safety charm for him. Just outside the private room door. I heard a friend teasing, “Caleb, you’re not madly in love with Wendy, are you? When are we drinking at your wedding?” There was no music, no emotion. Caleb spoke casually, “She’s just a stray cat. Fun to play with, but you don’t actually bring one home.” In that instant, I felt the world go quiet. Something densely gnawed at my heart. I knew my initial purpose for approaching him wasn’t pure. I wanted to apologize properly. I thought Caleb at least liked me. Unexpectedly, it was all a game. But this was fine too. Five years later. I gave birth to a child alone. Resentment had long dissolved in the daily necessities of life. Now, Caleb broke in again like a home invader. 5 Another light rain fell outside the car. Caleb finally let me go. Silence all the way. Probably too tired from work. I accidentally fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was downstairs at my apartment. No one beside me. Caleb was leaning against the car door smoking. I used to not let him smoke. Caleb would always hug me and tease, “Controlling me so strictly?” Seeing me now, he also reacted conditionally, his hand subconsciously hiding behind his back. Then realizing something, he generously held the cigarette in his mouth again. Looking roguish and intense. “Awake?” I composed myself, muffling my voice, “Caleb, about the past, I owe you an apology.” “So?” This was an old neighborhood, low floors, my daughter always waited for me by the window. Afraid of being seen, I said. “We are all adults, with our own lives. I don’t have the energy to argue right or wrong with you anymore.” Caleb laughed, “Then adults should also understand the principle of reciprocity.” I reacted for a few seconds and laughed too, “I don’t have time to play these games with you.” After speaking, I wanted to leave. Caleb calmly put out the cigarette, raised his hand and easily pinned me against the car. “Did I say I wanted to pester you?” His tone was lazy. He was good-looking, plus the packaging of his family background, he never lacked girlfriends. Those years by his side, I knew deeply that playing with feelings, I couldn’t beat him. Now I just wanted to stay far away from him. Unfortunately, Caleb was ruthless. If he suffered a loss, he would claim it back with interest. I could almost guess what he wanted to do. Nothing more than ruining my job, watching me beg him humbly. I stopped enduring. “Isn’t this what you’re doing now? What, Mr. Thorne wants revenge? Does having money mean you can bully people like this?” Hearing this, Caleb frowned slowly, “I f*cking say two sentences to you, and that’s bullying you?” My words were on the tip of my tongue. He looked at me leisurely, suddenly leaned over and kissed me, childish and paranoid. Tongue sweeping, burning all senses. I struggled and hit his chest. Taking advantage of a gap, I pushed him away hard and slapped him. “Shameless!” Caleb licked the corner of his lips, looking like he enjoyed being scolded, his eyes even more wickedly gloomy. He grabbed my wrist and pressed it hard against the car door, sealing my lips again. Until I was suffocating and weak in the knees, he let go, laughing wantonly, “Wendy, this is bullying.” This lunatic. Next second. “Mommy, who is he?” Not far away, a little munchkin holding a popsicle looked at us innocently. 6 The first to react was Mark, who had taken my daughter to buy ice cream. The man awkwardly led the little girl upstairs first, “You guys talk, explain to me later.” One sentence, the misunderstanding deepened. Silence returned. “Who.” “My daughter.” Caleb looked down and smiled, “Married?” I didn’t explain, “If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.” “I thought you were smart.” “What.” The man looked around the neighborhood environment, “Living in this dump, the man you chose is pretty useless.” He looked at me, as if saying your taste is just so-so. Listening to the sarcasm, I finally lost patience, not minding tearing apart the remaining dignity. “No matter what kind of man I find, does it have anything to do with you? Caleb, you really haven’t changed a bit, arrogant and unreasonable.” I took a deep breath, “Yes, I lied to you, but you were just playing with me too. Let’s just say I was blind before, and you were blind too. Isn’t it good to write it off?” Caleb laughed in anger, “I’m unreasonable? What about you, selfish?” He opened the car door expressionlessly. Before leaving, he glanced sideways, his voice hoarse, “Wendy, tell the truth, do you hope your daughter meets someone like you in the future?”

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I went back to the old family estate for the holidays, only to be caught in a torrential downpour. Staring out the window, my younger brother suddenly called out to me: “Bro, look.” “Does it look like there’s a silhouette in the rain?” I looked out, but saw nothing. A few minutes later, my younger sister’s voice came from the bathroom: “I’m showering! Stop trying to open the door!” But my brother and I were clearly in the living room. Only outside the bathroom door, there was a trail of muddy footprints… 1 “Who’s there?” I called out tentatively. But there was no response. A trail of muddy footprints on the floor looked as if someone had walked in from outside. I looked at the front door; I didn’t know who had opened it. My brother suddenly looked outside, his face pale: “Bro, look outside.” I looked again, but it was still empty. My brother speaking up twice made me impatient: “What is it?” He bit his lip: “In the rain outside… there’s a human shape…” I looked at the window. The rainwater formed streams on the glass. Two branching streams did indeed look somewhat like a human figure. I frowned: “Did you see wrong? It’s just the water on the window.” My brother stopped talking but looked worried. At this time, my sister came out of the bathroom. She wiped her hair and looked at us: “Which one of you two tried to open the bathroom door just now?” “If you don’t tell me, I’ll tell Mom when we get back.” I was helpless: “We were both on the sofa. No one went to the bathroom.” My sister got angry: “Fine, then the dog did it!” As soon as she finished speaking, the front door suddenly slammed shut with a bang. We all jumped. I hurriedly went to bolt the door and comforted them: “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s raining, the wind is strong.” My sister sat on the sofa too. I started cleaning up the footprints on the floor. Since the rain started, we hadn’t gone out. Where did these footprints come from? Could someone really have walked in just now? I followed the footprints from the bathroom to the door. Looking out through the peephole, there was nothing. That made sense; this was the suburbs. This old house was left over from when the family ran a agritourism estate years ago. Now only my family occasionally came here for vacation. There were hardly any other houses for miles around. Who would come here in the middle of the night to play a prank? I was about to return to the living room. Suddenly, I felt like the door was pushed. The rotating lock made a clicking sound. I stared at the lock, but found nothing. When I looked through the peephole again. There was still no one outside. But I suddenly saw something out of place. A patch of lawn near the door seemed to have been stepped on by something. Mud stained the grass. Logically speaking, it had been raining for two hours. Even if there was mud on the grass blades, it should have been washed clean. This looked like it had just happened. I walked back to the living room worriedly and looked at my brother: “Did you really see a silhouette just now?” He nodded. Then his gaze remained fixed on the window. As if that silhouette was right outside. My sister was scared: “Don’t scare me, you two.” “I won’t tell Mom, okay?” But my brother remained silent, making my sister even more terrified. After a long while, my sister looked at me: “Bro, did you see it too?” I shook my head and comforted her: “I didn’t see anything.” “Maybe he saw wrong.” We sat in the living room, all silent. The muddy footprints just now, the silhouette, the mud on the grass blades, it was all too abnormal. But I couldn’t see anything. After a while, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and my sister couldn’t stand it anymore: “I’m going back to sleep.” I nodded: “Drink the milk first. Mom told me to watch over you two.” My sister walked to the kitchen somewhat helplessly. A minute later, she suddenly screamed. When I rushed over, I saw her hiding in a corner. There was half a glass of milk on the table. I frowned: “What happened?” Her voice was trembling: “The glass… moved…” 2 “What moved?” I was confused. My sister explained. She came over to pour milk just now. She intended to put the milk carton back in the fridge before drinking. But as soon as she put the milk away and turned around, she found that the glass of milk was only half full. And the position of the glass had been moved. My scalp tingled! Is there a fourth person in this house besides the three of us? I reached out to take the glass and examined it repeatedly. The glass had indeed been used. Milk residue hung on one side of the glass wall. I looked at my sister: “Besides this, did you feel anything else?” She thought for a moment: “No other feelings.” I examined the situation in front of me repeatedly, then poured a glass of milk for my sister myself. After she finished drinking, I comforted her: “Maybe you’re too tired today.” “Don’t think too much, go back to sleep.” She nodded and walked towards the bedroom upstairs. Halfway there, I reminded her: “Remember to lock the door.” She replied: “Okay.” I started checking the house. Strange things were happening to my sister. Could there be a pervert in this house? This situation wasn’t impossible. Many perverts were like this. They might hide in someone’s house, play pranks, or even assault directly. Thinking about it, I still didn’t feel at ease, so I went straight upstairs. I knocked on my sister’s door: “Wait before sleeping, let me check your room.” She opened the door and stood at the doorway, waiting for me to check. I looked under the bed and in the closet. Confirming no pervert was hiding inside, I breathed a sigh of relief: “Alright, lock the door and sleep this time.” She nodded and closed the door. I walked to the corner and suddenly heard my sister’s voice: “Who is it?” “Bro, is that you?” Confused, I walked back to her door. Her voice still came from inside the room: “Is that you? Bro.” I asked: “What’s wrong?” She said: “Didn’t you turn the door handle just now?” I froze. I had clearly walked to the stairway. How could I turn the door handle? I continued to ask: “You heard the sound of the door handle turning?” She admitted it frankly. To keep her from getting scared, I had to lie: “Nothing, I was checking if the door was closed tight.” She said “Oh” and went back to sleep. I walked back to the stairway and listened quietly to the sounds in the hallway. After a while, there wasn’t a single sound. I comforted myself: “Maybe the girl heard wrong.” Coming downstairs, I startled my brother. I frowned: “What’s wrong?” He was confused: “Why did you come down from upstairs?” “Didn’t you go to the bathroom just now?” I was completely dumbfounded. What’s going on? My brother just saw me go to the bathroom? I shook my head: “I just sent your sister upstairs.” His face became even uglier: “Then who was that just now?” This question made my scalp numb. I immediately picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen and walked towards the bathroom step by step. I pushed open the bathroom door; it was empty. The steam from my sister’s shower hadn’t completely dissipated. I called out tentatively: “I see you!” “Stop hiding!” But there was no sound inside. Holding the knife, I mustered up courage to walk in. Everything was normal inside. I breathed a sigh of relief; my brother must have been hallucinating. But the moment I turned around, a chill rushed straight to my head! In the misty steam, a transparent human figure actually walked out of the bathroom door… 3 “Who’s there!” I exclaimed, but looking carefully, there was no one outside. I asked my brother: “Did you see anyone come out of the bathroom?” He shook his head blankly. I stood at the bathroom door, looking at the living room outside. If there was someone, I would definitely spot them. I used my phone’s flashlight to search around. Still didn’t find anyone. Anyone who studied physics knows. Even some seemingly transparent materials will refract light due to density. So even an invisible man should be detectable by light. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a trace outside. Did I see wrong? Rubbing my head, I planned to close the bathroom door. But the moment I turned my head, I was terrified again! On the bathroom mirror, unbeknownst to me, a crooked word had been written: DIE! Is this a joke my brother is playing on me? After all, he has liked writing on steamy mirrors since he was little. I immediately questioned him: “You didn’t go to the bathroom just now?” He shook his head: “I’ve been sitting here watching a movie.” I pretended to pick up his slippers and casually felt the inside. It was cold! He didn’t lie! Thinking it over, I felt it was better to call the police first. No matter what it was, even just a drunkard who broke in, for the family’s safety, I had to do this. I picked up the phone and dialed 911 immediately: “Police? I think someone entered my house.” “He’s hiding in my house, I’m not sure if there’s danger.” The operator crisply asked for my address. After hanging up, I seriously discussed the previous topic with my brother: “What did the silhouette you saw in the rain look like?” He thought for a moment, then frowned: “Just a shadow, a human shape made by the rain.” “Couldn’t see a person.” My heart pounded wildly. This was almost identical to the transparent figure I saw in the bathroom steam! I continued to ask: “Where was he?” He looked outside and pointed near the courtyard entrance: “Just where you enter the yard.” I looked out the window, then carefully recalled the timing of everything that just happened! Weird! Too weird! Less than a minute after my brother said there was a silhouette outside, my sister shouted from the bathroom. And I went to check the muddy footprints only two or three minutes after my brother spoke. From the yard to the entrance, although the distance is short. But adding opening the door and walking to the bathroom, it couldn’t be that fast. Most importantly, that person couldn’t be running! Because running makes a loud noise. But we heard nothing. This means there must be something extremely fast. A cat might do it. But the problem is, those muddy footprints were human footprints! And what we saw were all human shapes. While I was pondering, a scream suddenly came from upstairs. My brother and I ran up quickly. My sister’s door was actually open! When I rushed in, she was curled up in a corner. A long cut appeared on her wrist. It looked like her wrist was slit! I frowned: “What happened?” Looking at the empty space in the room with terrified eyes, her voice was hoarse: “There… there’s someone…” “Someone wants to kill me…” I immediately pulled her to the living room downstairs, found the first aid kit, and bandaged her up. At this moment, our door was knocked… 4 “Mr. Thorne?” “I’m an officer from the nearby precinct.” Hearing the voice outside, I felt a huge burden lifted! The police are finally here! With him here, I felt much more at ease. My sister also relaxed. When the officer came in, he looked around: “This is a vacation rental, right?” I nodded: “It used to be, now it’s private property.” The officer didn’t say anything, looked around, and then started asking what happened. I recounted everything I experienced. He nodded: “You did the right thing.” “Protecting your own safety is most important.” After speaking, he looked at my sister: “Little miss, tell me what happened in the room.” She thought for a moment: “I was sleeping in the room just now.” “Halfway through, I felt someone covering me with their hand.” “He seemed to want to strangle me.” “But I struggled constantly and escaped.” “When I ran, he grabbed my hand and slashed it hard with a knife.” She even showed the bandaged wound. I explained: “The cut is quite deep, he probably intended to slit my sister’s wrist.” The officer’s expression became serious: “It seems there really might be someone else in this house.” “Stay close to me, let’s check around.” The four of us walked around the house. The officer held his gun, ready for any criminal that might appear. But after searching, we found nothing. As if the criminal vanished into thin air. The officer was also confused. According to his experience, even if the person ran away, there should be traces. But there wasn’t a single trace in the house. The only place was the footprints on the lawn outside. The officer looked at me: “Think carefully, is there anywhere else to enter your sister’s room?” I shook my head: “That room can only be entered through the door or window.” “But both were locked. To enter from outside, one would have to break them.” But we checked just now, there were no signs of forced entry. But how did the door open? My sister said she didn’t open it. Then there’s only one possibility—the door was opened from the inside. But if the person was hiding in the room before, I would definitely have found something when I checked. Why can’t we find anything now? The officer looked at us, troubled: “It’s raining heavily now, and it’s over ten miles to the city.” “I came on a motorcycle, I can’t take you with me.” I thought for a moment: “The old caretaker of this property lives nearby.” “Can you go back and get a car?” “We’ll ask the old caretaker to come keep us company for a while.” The officer nodded: “Okay, I’ll wait here until the person you mentioned arrives.” I immediately found Grandpa Hu’s number in the phone book. Hearing it was my issue, Grandpa Hu didn’t hesitate and said he’d be there in ten minutes. I trusted Grandpa Hu absolutely. He watched the three of us grow up, and my parents treated him well. He always treated the three of us like his own grandchildren. In less than ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. Grandpa Hu came with his nephew. Grandpa Hu was even holding a pitchfork used for hay. The officer frowned: “Old man, even if there’s a criminal, don’t risk your life.” “It’s too dangerous.” Grandpa Hu nodded and sent the officer off. Once the officer left, Grandpa Hu’s nephew said mysteriously to Grandpa Hu: “Did they encounter that thing?”

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On the eve of the selection for the head of the overseas division. Lucas Thorne, acting arbitrarily, removed me from my position. “The company isn’t a charity organization. It has no obligation to pay for a failure.” My eyes reddened as I recalled my school days. He did the same thing back then, giving away my spot as an exchange student. I was 18. Lucas forcibly carried me, crying until I was short of breath, to his bedroom. Now, I’m 26. He caressed my face, smiling cruelly. “Iris, have your wings grown strong enough that you want to leave your brother?” “I absolutely forbid it.” 1 When the fire broke out at the promotion event, I was in the hospital getting an IV drip. Upon hearing the news, I rushed to the scene immediately. Thanks to timely intervention, the losses were minimal. However— In the corporate conference room, Lucas Thorne’s face was as dark as water. “Iris Vance, Marketing Director, is removed from her position and disqualified from competing for the position of Overseas Division President.” My fever hadn’t subsided, and my eardrums were buzzing. Hearing this felt like being hit by a heavy hammer. “Mr. Thorne, the promotion event was actually very successful. The accidental fire was a force majeure. Thanks to sufficient preparation, there were no casualties or property losses.” The punishment was too heavy, and someone pleaded for me. “Yes, Mr. Thorne, this is all thanks to Director Vance. She has been busy for half a month, and she wasn’t at the scene because she fainted from a high fever—” “No excuses.” Lucas interrupted coldly. His gaze darkened slightly, sweeping across my face. “Absence is dereliction of duty. Thorne Enterprises doesn’t do charity and has no obligation to pay for failures.” This sentence was too harsh. Everyone fell silent out of fear. I looked up with red eyes, meeting Lucas’s cold gaze. “Iris.” He stared at me for a long time, a hint of irritability appearing between his brows. “Do you have any objections?” 2 What objections could I have? I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. No one knew the real reason for Lucas’s anger. And no one knew that I had lived under the same roof with him for 15 years. On this ordinary weekday morning. Before leaving, Lucas clasped my waist and made me tie his tie. The Windsor knot involves complex steps. I held my breath and focused completely. Lucas looked down at me for a long time, then suddenly leaned forward and bit my lip with punishing force. “Iris, hasn’t big brother told you—” His tone was calm yet cold. “You have to be obedient, so you won’t suffer.” I gripped the untied tie tightly, trembling like a leaf. Lucas was warning me. —No matter the identity, he held the power of life and death over me. In the Thorne family, we were worlds apart. He was the noble heir apparent of the Thorne family, and I was just an insignificant foster daughter. At Thorne Enterprises, we had no intersection. He was the high-ranking CEO who could cover the sky with one hand, and I was just a small director with no foundation. Sure enough—on this supposedly ordinary workday. My CEO, Lucas Thorne, was ruthless in public. With one sentence, he knocked me back to square one after I had fought hard for five years to reach a promotion opportunity. Removed from position, disqualified from competition. I had struggled all the way here, and five years of effort were destroyed in an instant. Lucas wouldn’t care. Just as 8 years ago, using his status as my guardian, he “gave away” my spot as an exchange student to a prestigious school in France. Even though back then, countless times late at night, he carried me back to my bedroom after I fell asleep from studying hard. In the conference room. Under several sympathetic gazes, my hands hanging by my sides curled and curled again. Finally, I closed my eyes and lowered my head. “No.” 3 The CEO’s office occupying the top floor. The interior glass wall was switched to privacy mode, sealing all shameful secrets inside. Lucas pressed me onto the wide desk. Contrary to his calm composure in public, he leaned over and pinched my chin tightly, fire surging in his eyes. “Why did you submit an application for the overseas division? Have your wings grown strong enough that you want to leave your brother?” The desk was cold and hard, hurting my bare back. “No… no.” I whimpered and shook my head. “Liar.” Lucas’s gaze darkened, his movements turning violent instantly. The high fever made my whole body burn with pain, but it seemed to unexpectedly give Lucas an indescribable thrill. His throat and neck were tense, fierce and urgent. My brain was chaotic, almost suffering through it. “What does Iris want?” Finally over, Lucas looked satisfied and withdrew calmly. “A house? A car? Or jewelry? Brother will give you whatever you want.” This sentence was very familiar. Over the past 8 years, Lucas had said it countless times. I turned a deaf ear, silently pulling my clothes tight. A glass of plain water was handed to me. In the palm of his large hand with distinct knuckles lay a small white pill. My gaze moved up all the way to Lucas’s face. “Be good, take the medicine.” His eyes were gentle, and his tone was soft. This appearance only appeared afterwards. Lucas didn’t have the habit of using protection, but he never forgot to watch me take the morning-after pill every time. If nothing unexpected happened, what he was going to say next would also be familiar. Sure enough— “I transferred some money to you, go buy whatever you want.” No surprises. I lowered my eyes and twitched the corners of my mouth, obediently putting the pill into my mouth. The pill dissolved upon contact with water, so bitter that I frowned. Lucas, however, looked amused, rubbing the wound on the corner of my mouth repeatedly with his thumb. “Chloe Sterling is back.” He spoke calmly, as if casually mentioning it. But falling into my ears, it was like thunder. I was shrinking from pain, but hearing this, I froze instantly. Chloe Sterling, that prominent young lady. The granddaughter-in-law candidate recognized by Grandpa, the person who reserved the identity of Lucas’s “fiancée” 8 years ago. She was back. 4 Didn’t they say next month? How could it be so soon? “Already… back?” I panicked, even my voice trembling. Lucas ignored my question and lightly lifted the corner of his lips. “So, tomorrow morning you will receive a new personnel transfer order, the position is Special Assistant to the CEO.” Special Assistant to the CEO. Five years ago when I graduated from college, I wanted this position immensely. Lucas sneered and threw the resume I handed over with both hands into the trash can. “Your degree isn’t even good enough to enter Thorne Enterprises, and you want to be my assistant?” Seeing my red eyes, he laughed and pulled me into his arms. “Want it that much?” The dense kisses gradually deepened. Lucas pressed me kneeling at his feet, blowing seductive breaths into my ear. “Then… let brother see your performance.” That day, inexperienced me bit him out of pain and was punished by being sent to the marketing department. “Grassroots level helps accumulate work experience. If you do well, I’ll transfer you to the CEO’s office.” At that time, Lucas said so. But I worked for five years. —From waiting bitterly for the transfer order, to seeing another possibility in life. Then to that “possibility” being destroyed by Lucas himself. Now, he says he wants to transfer me, following “Chloe Sterling is back”? My brain was so groggy it was slow. I was dazed, not realizing the connection between these two things. “After all, in the future—” Lucas’s large hand pinched the back of my neck, lips close to my ear. Whispering like a demon, full of regret. “Brother can’t live with Iris anymore, it’s really… too inconvenient.” I was forced to meet his eyes. Close enough to exchange breaths, enough for me to see clearly into his eyes. Like a trapped beast on the verge of death, yet still biting the prey and refusing to let go. He wanted to maintain a secret underground relationship with me after marriage. I was horrified to the point of trembling all over, my brain suddenly clearing. “No… no way!” Almost blurting out a refusal, I suddenly grabbed Lucas’s wrist, stammering a request. “Uncle Thorne said in the meeting that business promotion in the Northwest Region is difficult, I, I can go—” “Impossible.” Lucas pulled back his hand and caressed my face. A shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes, but his smile was cruel. “Iris, don’t even think about leaving your brother.” “Being my special assistant is your only choice. The pioneering atmosphere in the Northwest is not suitable for you either.” Still the unquestionable tough tone. Lucas was always like this, never forgetting to put on a false shell of “for my own good” even when acting arbitrarily. I expected it. Dazed, I slowly lowered my hand.

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After we turned eighteen, our mom let us draw Systems. My sister got lucky and drew the Genius System. I was unlucky and drew the Loser System. Later, my sister became a successful entrepreneur. However, she was constantly guilt-tripped by our parents and drained dry by our relatives. Because she refused to help one time, a relative held a grudge and reported to the authorities that she possessed a System. My sister was taken by the Research Institute, used as a test subject, and died miserably on the operating table. Meanwhile, because I was timid and easy to control, a wealthy young heir from a top family praised me for being obedient and sensible, spending three hundred million dollars to marry me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom let us draw our Systems. My sister, ignoring Mom’s attempts to stop her, snatched the Loser System. “Sister, this time it’s my turn to enjoy the wealthy life. As for you, just wait to become a lab rat!” Meeting her vicious gaze, I smiled. She lived a whole life but learned nothing. No wonder she was played like a fiddle in her past life. 1 “Kiki, you always said Mom favored your sister. This time, you draw first.” Mom looked benevolent as she handed the box containing the Systems to me. Seeing I didn’t move, she affectionately grabbed my hand and tried to shove it into the box. “Child, why are you being so polite?” “Why should she draw first? I’m the older sister, seniority matters, I should go first!” My sister, who had been dazing beside us, suddenly pushed me away and impatiently thrust her hand into the box. Mom tried to move the box away, but my sister held it down firmly. My sister opened the System she drew from the box; it was the Loser System. She wept with joy and looked at me with pity. At this moment, I was absolutely certain my sister had also been reborn. In our past life, my sister luckily bonded with the Genius System and her life took off. She went from a poor student to a top scholar, got into a prestigious university, started a successful business right after graduation, and became an enviable female CEO. Unfortunately, she was led by the nose by our parents. Helping a cousin on Dad’s side today, helping an uncle on Mom’s side tomorrow. These relatives were like leeches, clinging to her and sucking her dry. One time, a leech relative made an excessive demand, and my sister refused. Ignoring all her past kindness, the relative reported to the Research Institute that she had a System. My sister was taken away, used as a lab rat, and died on the operating table. I, on the other hand, bonded with the Loser System. I was timid and easy to control. A wealthy young heir praised me for being obedient and sensible, spending three hundred million to marry me into his wealthy family. My in-laws were kind, my husband doted on me. I became the envy of women nationwide. My sister was always jealous. Before she died, she told the researchers that I also had a System. I tried to escape in my car, but the Institute’s vehicles forced me off a cliff. I died without a trace. 2 “The Loser System belongs to your sister! Even if you drew it, it’s hers! You’re the older sister, you can’t snatch your sister’s things!” Mom looked stern and anxious, trying to snatch the System from my sister’s hand. I watched Mom’s performance with mockery. Heh. When Chloe snatched my clothes, my toys, even my awards before, why didn’t Mom say those were mine? In my past life, after I married into the wealthy family, Chloe came to my house and made a scene. That was when I learned that from the very beginning, Mom intended for me to draw the Loser System. She wanted Chloe to get the Genius System, but she was afraid that giving it directly to Chloe would make people say she was biased and that Chloe bullied her sister. So to have the best of both worlds, she customized a box. Only after the first System was drawn would the second one be released. She pre-loaded the box with the Loser System. Whoever drew first would get the Loser System. After that, the Genius System would be released. And I foolishly thought in my past life that although Mom favored Chloe growing up, she was fair about something as life-altering as drawing Systems. Chloe hid the Loser System tightly behind her back, glancing at me unkindly. “Give me the Loser System!” Mom glared at Chloe, wishing she could knock some sense into her. She winked furiously at Chloe, hinting like crazy. Several times, the truth almost burst out of her mouth. But Chloe was extremely wary of Mom. Just as Mom turned to call Dad over to restrain Chloe and hand over the System, Chloe bonded with the Loser System. Hearing the unique sound of System binding, Mom turned back quickly, but it was too late to stop it. Mom was furious and hateful, raising her hand to slap. She couldn’t bear to hit Chloe, so she turned abruptly and slapped me hard across the face. “Why didn’t you draw quickly? Making Chloe act first, are you trying to piss me off?” Chloe bonding with the Loser System was a done deal. Mom hatefully threw the box on the ground and dragged Chloe away. Passing by me, Chloe looked radiant, leaning close to my ear and whispering: “Sister, this time it’s my turn to enjoy the wealthy life. As for you, just wait to be dragged into the lab!” Meeting her vicious gaze, I smiled. She lived a whole life but learned nothing. She deserved to be played in her past life. The box rolled a few times on the ground, and the Genius System fell out, rolling to my feet. I squatted down to pick it up, carefully wiped it clean, and followed the procedure to bond with it. 3 I was not the child my parents expected. When Mom was pregnant with me, her career was on the rise. She and Dad had agreed to abort me. But a checkup at the hospital, with a relative working there hinting it was a boy, changed their minds. Persuaded by Dad and Grandma, Mom decided to keep the baby. They meticulously prepared a nursery, superhero toys… for their future son. They even booked a luxury confinement center, afraid their son wouldn’t be well taken care of after birth. But they were disappointed. The baby born was me, not the son they longed for. Mom blamed me for losing her career, Dad blamed me for his empty joy, Grandma muttered about raising another money-losing girl. The adults in the family shook their heads when they saw me. My birth was a mistake from the start. When Mom was pregnant, Dad and Grandma assumed it was a boy and were busy taking care of Mom, neglecting Chloe somewhat. From then on, she hated me to the core. After I was born, with no love from parents or grandparents, I naturally became her slave and toy. When she first started bullying me, she was careful, only doing it behind the adults’ backs, afraid of being discovered. Later, realizing my parents didn’t care about me, she became harsher. After bullying me, she would go to our parents and tattle. My parents believed her every time, even listening to her suggestions on how to punish me. 4 The next day. Mom told me there was no money for my study materials or my tutoring fees. She forcefully shoved me into a relative’s sweatshop. “You’re almost an adult; you can’t just stay home leeching off your dad and me.” But turning around, they signed Chloe up for a boarding personality training camp, attempting to intervene with the System’s energy and prevent Chloe from becoming a loser. Chloe sprawled on the sofa and rolled her eyes. “What are you worrying about? I’m going to marry into a wealthy family later. Just wait to enjoy life!” Mom and Dad wouldn’t give up and tied her up to take her to the training camp. But two weeks later, they brought back a heartbroken, crying Chloe. Chloe liked to show off, and someone didn’t like it and mocked her. In the past, Chloe would have definitely bitten back and scolded the person until they cried. But because she bonded with the Loser System, Chloe became timid and dared not resist. Seeing she was a pushover, her bullies went further and further. Driven to despair, Chloe threatened to jump off a building. The school had no choice but to contact our parents. Unwilling to let their beloved daughter continue to suffer, my parents tearfully brought her home. However, they still hadn’t given up on changing Chloe’s personality. Mom and Dad hired a personality trainer with a high salary to come to our home for one-on-one training with Chloe. They were full of hope. But whatever the trainer asked Chloe to do, she managed to screw it up from angles ordinary people couldn’t imagine. In the end, the trainer was willing to refund all fees just to stop teaching Chloe. The trainer bluntly said she was afraid of catching Chloe’s incompetence and cowardice. When the trainer left, Chloe’s eyes were shining with joy. From then on, she didn’t have to do anything and lived a carefree, god-like life. After all, whatever Mom and Dad asked her to do, she messed up. A few times she even caused Mom and Dad to pay large compensations, wasting all their retirement savings. Mom and Dad had to give up on changing Chloe’s personality. They set their sights on me.

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My girlfriend spent her entire life inventing a time machine. Her goal: to travel back in time and win back her first love. I secretly followed her back. I watched her, the woman I had painstakingly taught how to love, hold her first love’s hand and gently say: “I didn’t know how to love before, and I hurt you. But now, I’ve learned.” 1 The day after traveling back, I saw Claire Vance. It was Liam Hayes’s birthday party. She appeared in the private karaoke room holding a handmade cake and a carefully selected gift. Under the soft glow of candlelight, her gaze was focused and affectionate. The romantic atmosphere instantly reached its peak. Everyone gathered around, waiting for Liam to make a wish and blow out the candles. Then they started chanting for the two to kiss. I stood quietly at the outermost edge of the crowd, watching Liam, gift in hand, lean down and kiss Claire on the cheek. My roommate standing next to me introduced her: “That’s Liam’s girlfriend. Isn’t she stunning?” “Not only that, but she’s also incredibly considerate, gentle, and thoughtful. She keeps her distance from other guys. Simply perfect.” I watched in silence as Claire smiled tenderly at Liam. Looking away, I murmured a low response to my friend: “Indeed, mature and reliable. Very good at taking care of people.” After all, that was the result of five years of my time and effort, taught bit by bit. The original Claire wasn’t like this. She had a bad temper, no patience, was impulsive and irritable, grumpy and arrogant. Her relationship with Liam lasted less than two years, ending with Liam venting all his dissatisfaction and falling in love with her friend. Claire wasn’t resigned to this outcome. So she spent years researching and building a time machine. Once she mastered how to love someone—skills I taught her—she didn’t hesitate to leave me behind and travel back to her sophomore year of college, when she and Liam had just started dating. Even though our fifth anniversary was just one day away. But she couldn’t wait. Now, we are strangers who have never met. The protagonist of the birthday party was Liam, so everyone’s conversation revolved around him and Claire. Someone asked him how he found such a perfect girlfriend. Someone asked Claire if she had any friends as beautiful as her. Someone even joked half-seriously: “Ever heard the saying ‘one plants the tree, another enjoys the shade’? Claire is so thoughtful and considerate, I bet an ex-boyfriend taught her well, right?” Hearing this, Claire didn’t get angry. She just smiled faintly, then took Liam’s hand, sounding like a confession and a promise: “No exes. Liam is my first love, and also my…” “Only love.” Of course she has no exes, because I only got together with Claire two years after they broke up. I wasn’t the predecessor; I was the successor. But that didn’t stop her from using all the ways I taught her to love me on Liam. The lights in the room flickered, people moved about, so she never saw me standing in the corner. Until the cake was cut, and Liam was distributing slices while introducing his friends to her. Claire stood in front of me, our eyes met. I don’t know how to describe her expression the moment she saw me. The smile froze on her lips, a flash of inexplicable panic in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself. Then, when Liam introduced me saying, “This is Ethan Wells, my classmate,” she stared at me, lost in thought. I maintained a polite, faint smile, watching Liam tilt his head to look at her, asking with a frown: “What’s wrong? Do you know each other?” Only then did Claire snap back to reality, handing me the slice of cake, speaking coldly and distantly: “Don’t know him.” 2 I sat on a single sofa holding the cake, looking at Claire who had returned to the center of the crowd. Under the flowing lights, she was charming and beautiful, her features exquisite. Indeed, breathtakingly beautiful. Especially her eyes, deep as ink. When she looked at someone seriously and intently, she always appeared innocent and affectionate. So during the five years with her, no matter how angry or sad I was, as long as I saw her face, as long as she looked at me quietly and softly called: “Ethan.” I would immediately surrender and forgive her easily. The small cake in my hand emitted a faint scent of orange blossom. My roommate bit his spoon and mumbled: “Ethan, try it, it’s seriously delicious.” “She put so much heart into it. Great, now I have another standard for finding a girlfriend.” I curled my lips and took a small bite. A very familiar taste. It was what I taught Claire to make. I spent half a month patiently accompanying her to try again and again, meticulously guiding her step by step until she learned. She looked at me seriously then and said: “Ethan, once I learn this, I’ll bake a cake for you personally for every birthday.” She learned it, but never made one for me. Actually, in the trajectory of my previous life, my first meeting with Claire wasn’t at this birthday party. Because I wasn’t actually close with Liam. He invited the whole class to his birthday party. I didn’t plan to go but was dragged along by my roommate to join the fun. So in the previous life, I stayed for a bit, gave my gift and blessings, and left early. Thus, I missed the late-arriving Claire. I only heard my roommates mention her after returning to the dorm that night: “Ethan, you left early and missed seeing Liam’s girlfriend. A total stunner.” “Pity she seemed cold and aloof, looked impatient the whole party.” “Leaving personalities aside, they look good together visually.” I didn’t have much curiosity and was never interested in other people’s business, let alone another guy’s girlfriend. So after listening, I just smiled indifferently and paid no more attention, nor did I ask for her name. It wasn’t until I got together with Claire later and accidentally saw a photo in her study that I realized, she was that beauty I missed seeing back then— Liam’s girlfriend. But I didn’t care. After all, who doesn’t have a past? However, now, we are back in the past. Unlike the previous life, this time, almost everyone was praising Claire. Perhaps because the atmosphere around them was too joyous, the corner I sat in seemed somewhat desolate. With indescribable emotions, I unconsciously drank a few more glasses of fruit wine. In my tipsy daze, I momentarily couldn’t distinguish if the time travel was real or fake. So I got up and went to the terrace to blow in the wind for a long time. When I sobered up and came back, the crowd had dispersed. Fingers on the half-open private room door, I saw Claire squatting in front of Liam, who was drunk on the sofa, holding his hand and speaking gently: “I didn’t know how to love before and hurt you. Now I’ve learned.” I have to admit, Claire, who has extremely high talent in learning, can learn anything she wants. 3 So after that birthday party, I started frequently hearing about everything Claire did for Liam. Like peeling shrimp and picking out fish bones for him at dinners, or hand-making gifts to create little romances. Oh, she occasionally came to accompany Liam to class too. And the intersection between us since traveling back was merely that one time at Liam’s birthday party. Then it was today. My roommate and Liam belonged to the same guitar club and were going on a hiking trip. He begged me to go along and help him take photos. “Bro, please! I love your composition, lighting, and color style. I’ll treat you to a big meal when we get back!” I agreed under his pestering. Then carrying my camera, I followed him to the meeting point and saw Claire accompanying Liam. She wore a black and white sportswear set, standing in the crowd looking up slightly, listening intently to Liam. Perhaps she sensed my gaze lingering on her. Before she turned her head, I calmly looked away. My roommate exaggeratedly introduced my photography skills to his companions: “Ethan Wells, self-taught photography master, superb lighting, top-tier composition.” I was amused by him and spoke politely to the students who laughed: “Just an amateur. If anyone needs photos, I can help.” So for the rest of the trip, people kept exchanging snacks for me to take photos of them. Until Liam pulled Claire over and asked me: “Ethan, can you take one for us too?” I held the camera, smiled and nodded, looking for a suitable angle to aim the lens at them. Just before I could press the shutter, I heard my roommate standing aside ask loudly: “Claire, why aren’t you smiling?” “Look at Ethan here, smile!” I silently waited for the moment Claire showed a stiff smile and quickly snapped a few shots. Later on the bus back, we looked at photos together. After accepting everyone’s polite and cheerful praise, we finally scrolled to the few photos my roommate took of me. Actually, they were quite good, but one shot focused on the face of a passerby walking behind me who accidentally entered the frame. It was a girl in a light blue windbreaker, smiling eyes curved as if greeting someone. Amidst the laughter, someone suddenly pointed at the photo and blurted out: “What’s that saying online? You don’t know each other, but were frozen in the same frame. Maybe in another timeline, you really knew each other!” The smile on my face finally faded completely after hearing his words. He was right. In the previous life, this girl and I did indeed know each other. Her name was Sarah Quinn. My first love. I actually haven’t seen her for a very, very long time. Ever since she died on our second anniversary. It’s just that my life seemed to stop forever on the day she died. Paused, suspended in mid-air. Now time has reversed, and we haven’t met yet. My wandering thoughts were pulled back by a sudden brake. The camera slipped from my hand due to inertia and was deftly caught by Claire diagonally in front of me. After calming down from extreme tension, I was about to ask for it back when I found her frowning and staring at that photo. The next second, my roommate turned to look and his surprised voice rang out unexpectedly: “Claire, she looks a lot like you!” I don’t know what Claire thought of in that moment her fingers suddenly tightened. But she was indeed a substitute. 4 Regarding me getting together with Claire, it was actually her proposal. However, I knew better than anyone that Claire wasn’t Sarah, no matter how much she looked like her. So when we were together, initially I carried some guilt and apology, after all, my purpose was just to see her face. Until I accidentally learned her first love was Liam, and that sentence she said while drunk “I’ll find you when I learn how to love someone,” I belatedly understood what she meant when she asked me “I don’t know how to love, teach me how to love you, okay?” She didn’t love me; we took what we needed. So I began to comfortably treat her as a substitute. I started teaching her the ways Sarah loved me. I finally understood why in most fantasy dramas, after the protagonist’s lover dies, an illusion can trap them. Knowing clearly it’s not the real lover, yet willing to sink. I also clearly realized this was undoubtedly drinking poison to quench thirst. But fate let me see scattered documents in her study when I most wanted to give up, about wormholes, black holes, light speed, about time dilation, time travel. And a sentence that seemed casually written: Travelers can only travel back to their own past bodies. The moment my heart beat accelerated, an incredible guess inexplicably surfaced in my mind. Actually, after being with Claire, my deepest impression of her wasn’t that she couldn’t love, but that she was smart, extremely smart. A wall full of certificates, trophies, and the title of physics genius, all demonstrated her glory and smoothness along the way, and also gave her an uncontrollable arrogance. Not knowing how to lower her head to love someone in a relationship. Until breaking up with Liam. That was probably the only unsolvable problem she faced in her life, so she paranoidly tried every method to get the answer. Then go back to conquer it. Honestly, I didn’t know if Claire’s obsession was the unattainable Liam or her only failure in life, nor did I know if she really wanted to reverse time and travel back as I thought, nor did I know if she could succeed. But, what if? So I pretended not to know anything and continued to be with her, year after year, surpassing the time she was with Liam, and surpassing the time I was with Sarah. Until the day before our fifth anniversary, I called her: “Claire, let’s talk when you come back.” I wanted to break up. Unexpectedly, she was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, then gently said: “Ethan, I might not be able to spend the fifth anniversary with you…” “I’m sorry.” I frowned and was about to say it didn’t matter, but the phone hung up. Holding the phone, I stood there for a few seconds before suddenly realizing what she meant. Almost without hesitation, I rushed to her laboratory, which was already empty. Then, we turned from lovers into strangers. She handed in a perfect answer sheet, becoming the model girlfriend in everyone’s mouth. I also have the chance to save Sarah and change her doomed ending. Just as I didn’t care about Claire and Liam’s past, she didn’t care who I had been with. So I think, about Sarah being my first love. Claire wouldn’t know. The camera was finally handed back to me. Claire said nothing, just turned her head silently looking out the window. I had no time to care about anything else. My eyes fell on the photo, mind full of Sarah, suddenly realizing something. No matter how much I wanted to maintain the development of the previous life, waiting for the first encounter with her at the mixer, the current trajectory still deviated due to one tiny change after another. Like this photo she entered. Like the next day in the lecture hall, she sat next to me.

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Chapter 1 In the first year after I was found and brought back home, the fake son proposed a trip to the Golden Isle to bond as brothers. For safety’s sake, my fiancée accompanied us. As a result, they racked up a huge gambling debt at the island’s casino. To escape, she left me on the island as a hostage and fled without a trace with the fake son. The casino goons pinned me down, ready to take their anger out on me. Struggling desperately, I saw a contact saved as “Island Owner” on the leader’s phone screen. Wasn’t that the number of my older sister, who had doted on me for over a decade? …… “Where is that brat? Bring him back to me!” I hid in the room, shivering, as the locked door was being kicked open. A week ago, I never would have imagined that the Golden Isle my fiancée brought me to for a vacation would have an underground casino. She and Julian played recklessly in the casino day and night, and in the end, I was the one who suffered! With a “boom,” the door was kicked open, and several burly men in black swarmed in. I held a table lamp in front of me, looking at them tremblingly. “Don’t come over! Chloe has gone to get the money. She’ll pay off the gambling debt soon!” The leader spat fiercely on the ground in disdain. “Stop lying to me. I fell for your trick last night, thinking that if I kept you, they would obediently get the money. But that bitch ran away with her boyfriend!” “What did you say? They left me and ran away?!” “Stop pretending you don’t know. I think you guys are in cahoots to play me!” Cold sweat ran down my forehead. The bitch the leader referred to was my fiancée, Chloe, and the man who left with her was Julian, the fake son who had occupied my identity for over a decade. They actually conspired to leave me alone on the island? “Boss, stop talking nonsense with him. We have to make this brat suffer a bit.” The leader waved his hand, and instantly three or five burly men surrounded me. With a light lift of their hands, they knocked the lamp out of my hand and pinned me hard onto the table. “Don’t touch me! Get off!” While struggling, I accidentally kicked one of them in the shin, and immediately a slap came towards me. Half of my face swelled up instantly, and blood came out of my mouth. These people were too brutal. If I didn’t think of a way, I might really die here! The leader walked up to me with a whip, patting my face with the handle. “Be honest. I’ll let you taste the consequences of not paying your debts right now!” “Bro, let me go. I have money. I’ll pay off all the gambling debts!” “Do you think I’ll believe your bullshit? If you really had money, why would they leave you here alone!” I was racking my brains for a plan when I accidentally saw the leader’s phone screen. There was a contact saved as “Island Owner” in the address book. My eyes widened instantly after seeing that number. I had memorized this string of numbers by heart. This was clearly my sister Sophia’s phone number! Chapter 2 Sophia was the biological daughter of my adoptive parents. Before I was found by the Thorne family, she pampered me for over a decade. She even filled her bedroom with my photos without my knowledge, loving me but daring not to speak of it. “Your boss is Sophia?” “You’ve done your homework. This entire casino is our boss’s private property. Not many people know about this.” My heart steadied instantly, and I shouted at them: “Sophia is my sister. We’re on the same side! Let me go right now. I can explain the misunderstanding to her!” The leader and his brothers looked at each other, a sneer of unclear meaning appearing on their faces. Then, he raised his foot and kicked me hard. “A discarded piece of trash like you dares to pretend to be the eldest young master? Bah! You really don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth.” “The eldest young master is the boss’s soft spot. Do you know what happened to the last person who tried to involve the eldest young master? It would scare you to death!” “Jack, bring my stick. I’m going to teach this audacious pretty boy a lesson for the boss!” I was kicked dizzy and endured the severe pain to explain to him: “I am your eldest young master. If you don’t believe me, you can call Sophia to confront me!” Coincidentally, the leader’s phone rang at this moment. The caller was Sophia. I struggled to break free from the big guy’s restraint and reached out to grab the leader’s phone. “Give me the phone. Let me talk to Sophia. She’ll recognize me as soon as she hears my voice!” The leader slapped me, pointing at me fiercely and ordering me to shut up. His brothers pinned me down again. The leader gave them a look, then bowed and scraped as he answered the phone and walked out. “Hello, Boss. I was dealing with a brat who owed gambling debts. Do you have any instructions?” I opened my mouth to shout, but before I could make a sound, a rag was stuffed into my mouth. “Told you to shut up. You never learn!” Someone pushed me to the ground, and others began to surround me, punching and kicking. My body curled into a shrimp shape, nearly fainting from the severe pain. But with my mouth gagged, I couldn’t even scream in pain. Sophia had spoiled me since I was little. Even if I got a small cut on my hand, she would worry for days. I was spoiled to be arrogant and domineering by her. Even after being taken back to the Thorne family, I never suffered any grievances because of my personality. I wonder what Sophia’s reaction would be if she saw me in this miserable state. Just when my vision was going black and I couldn’t hold on anymore, the leader came back with his phone, looking nervous. “Stop, stop it immediately!” Chapter 3 The rain of fists finally moved away from me. “What happened, boss?” The leader looked at me contemptuously. “Stop wasting time on this pretty boy. The Boss said the eldest young master is missing, and the last place he appeared was our casino. Gather all the brothers quickly to find the eldest young master.” I was beaten dizzy, but I froze upon hearing this. Sophia had been following my whereabouts even after I left, and she discovered I was missing? I propped up my trembling arms to get up from the ground, making “mmm” sounds. A minion beside me kicked me. “Be quiet!” “Boss, what do we do with this kid?” The leader looked solemn, seeming to be thinking about something. “The Boss is already on the plane, coming to find the eldest young master personally. Just now this kid said he was the eldest young master, this…” A look of excitement immediately appeared on my face. Great, Sophia is coming. She will not only rescue me but also punish these blind guys for me. But the leader changed the subject: “We absolutely cannot let the Boss see him. Now the Boss can’t find the eldest young master and is anxious. If this crazy pretty boy jumps out and says he is the eldest young master again, touching the Boss’s bad luck and angering us, it would be bad.” “Boss, you are so thoughtful. So, shall we drive him away?” The leader pinched my chin, looked left and right, tsk-tsking: “Looks passable.” “Lock him in the confinement room first. After the Boss finds the eldest young master and leaves, we’ll train him and make him a junket operator to pay off the debt.” Hearing this, I shook my head desperately. They want me to stay and be a junket operator? Then I’ll never be able to leave this island for the rest of my life! But no one cared about my opinion. They dragged me away like livestock towards the confinement room. No, Sophia is coming soon. I must find a way to see her. This is my last chance. Once locked up, I’m truly done for! Just as these two were throwing me into the confinement room and about to lock the door, I stumbled up and used all my strength to crash open the door that hadn’t been fully closed. Then, I picked up a steel pipe from the ground and swung it hard at one of their heads. He immediately clutched his head and fell to the ground in pain. Before the other person rushed up to subdue me, I smashed the steel pipe hard against her face. After dealing with these two, my adrenaline soared, and I ran forward desperately with amazing speed. The sound of a helicopter came from overhead. It’s Sophia. She’s here! Chapter 4 I ran like crazy towards where the plane landed and saw the cabin door open. Sophia walked slowly down the steps. My heart pounded wildly, but before I could make a sound, my mouth was covered by a rough hand. Then my hair was violently pulled. “Brat, you dare hit me. I think you don’t want to live!” It was the guy I hit on the head just now. He actually caught up! The leader was respectfully waiting to pick up the plane, noticed the commotion here, and looked over with a frown. He shook his head silently at the man. I was immediately controlled by the man and hidden behind a wall. Not far away, Sophia had walked down, travel-worn and full of worry. The leader immediately went up to meet her: “Boss, we have pulled all the surveillance according to your instructions. We will definitely find clues about the eldest young master.” “Go to the monitoring room.” Sophia strode forward. When she passed me, we were separated only by a wall. She suddenly stopped and clenched her fists. As if speaking to me, or to herself: “Liam, you must be okay.” My face was covered with tears and blood. Clearly she was right in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t make a sound. In the end, I was locked into the confinement room. To prevent me from escaping, they dislocated my arms, tied my legs, and gagged my mouth firmly with a rag again. For the next few days, Sophia didn’t come. The underground casino environment was dim, and during the days with Chloe, she left me in the hotel and didn’t let me go out. Presumably, the surveillance definitely didn’t capture my face. My hope faded bit by bit. But this morning, I heard a rush of footsteps and Sophia’s voice. “Boss, how can you confirm that person is the eldest young master just based on a back view? Could you have seen wrong? He’s just a minion left here to pay off debt.” Sophia’s voice was impatient, revealing a trace of panic. “Cut the crap. Where did you lock him up?” “Just… just in the confinement room ahead.” She recognized me! Hope rose in my heart, and I tried to make “mmm” sounds to attract Sophia’s attention. But the footsteps stopped ten steps away from me. “President Thorne, I just confirmed with the eldest young master’s fiancée. She said the eldest young master has returned to the country and is not missing at all.” It was the voice of Sophia’s assistant. “Where is his location?” “Also in the country. It shows he returned three days ago, just synced up due to signal issues.” Before Chloe left with Julian, she also took my phone, which had the tracking app Sophia installed for me. Now she actually wants to use the phone’s location to mislead Sophia! The leader persuaded diligently: “Boss, you must have seen wrong. I thought how could that man be the eldest young master!” Sophia instructed the assistant: “Contact the pilot immediately to prepare to return to the country. I won’t be at ease until I see Liam with my own eyes.” “Yes, President Thorne.” Hearing the sound of Sophia turning to leave, I couldn’t care about anything anymore. I used all my strength to smash my head against the iron door of the confinement room, making a loud “bang.” Sophia’s steps paused, and her tone turned cold: “Who on earth is locked in here?!”

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I often drive my car and wait outside the women’s prison for women who have just been released. Those who have no friends or family to pick them up, and who aren’t bad-looking, are my prey. Just a little kindness, and they throw themselves into my arms like they’ve grabbed a life-saving straw. 1 A woman stood at the gate of the women’s prison. Fair skin, exquisite face. Even plain clothes couldn’t hide her graceful curves. Through the car window, my eyes greedily scanned her body. A gust of cold wind blew, and the woman hunched her shoulders like a quail. A ball of heat suddenly erupted in my lower abdomen. I hesitated no longer, started the car, and drove up to her. Rolling down the window, I revealed a standard smile. “Hello, I’m a volunteer dedicated to helping people released from prison reintegrate into society.” “Do you need any help?” I handed over a business card with my name printed on a red heart. Social Welfare Volunteer: Sean Carter. The woman took the card, her guarded expression fading considerably. She hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and got in. A scent of body fragrance mixed with laundry detergent hit my face, making me restless inside. The fish has taken the bait. 2 Chatting along the way, I learned the woman’s name. Harper Stone, 24 years old. Sentenced to five years for acting as a guarantor for someone. I sneered inwardly, confirming my guess. Women with such good looks usually go in for fraud or guaranteeing for others. After release, parents cut ties, friends and relatives stay away. Long-term prison life disconnects them from society, leaving them in a state of confusion and loss. I am the only person showing kindness to her, and also a life-saving straw. That’s why she got into my car so easily. Such women are easily conquered with just a little kindness. Harper is the fourth woman to get into my car, and the most beautiful one I’ve ever picked up. Thinking of how she would look in bed, I felt like ants were crawling all over my body, itching unbearably. Harper didn’t talk much. When I made some witty jokes, she would cover her mouth and smile at me. Her large, watery eyes held a clarity isolated from the world. I parked the car in front of a restaurant and treated Harper to a meal. Standard Southern cuisine, costing less than a hundred bucks for two. Harper ate very slowly and carefully. If any food accidentally fell on the table, she would pick it up and put it in her mouth. I lit a cigarette and watched her with a smile. Basically, the first meal for everyone just out of prison is like this. Only after being in prison do you know how precious life outside is. Therefore, these women basically don’t want to go back in after getting out. Based on this, even if I use rough methods, they won’t think of calling the police. After eating, it was already dark. I invited Harper to stay at my place for the night and continue helping her get familiar with the social environment tomorrow. Harper agreed. 3 I live in Spring Garden. Although the name is poetic, it is an old resettlement community. But for Harper, this is already a good environment. In fact, putting aside the fake identity of a social welfare volunteer, I am trash at the bottom of society. No money, too lazy to work, the only valuable thing on me is that broken car about my age. Not tall, not handsome. Someone like me struggles even to find a girlfriend. But through this path, I can sleep with many women with good looks and figures. If Harper hadn’t been to prison, I believe she wouldn’t even look at me on the street. But now she not only got into my broken car but also followed me back to this old rental. I have ways to make her actively climb into my bed, and even make her wag her tail and beg for mercy like a bitch. 4 The corridor was dirty and dim, with old sensor lights emitting a faint yellow glow. Just as I was about to open the door to my rental, a dark shadow lunged at Harper from the corner. Harper screamed, her pant leg torn to shreds by a brown poodle. She hid behind me. I kicked the poodle away, shouting to drive it off. The poodle wasn’t afraid of me at all; instead, it bared its teeth and barked at me. Heavy footsteps sounded, and an old woman with noodle-like hair rushed up from downstairs in a few steps. Her triangular eyes glanced at me, and she opened her scarlet lips to curse: “Dare to kick my son? Believe it or not, I’ll make you get out right now?” The woman’s name is Brenda, my landlady. I dare not contradict her. If I leave here, I can’t find a cheaper place. With a smile on my face, I apologized to her. “Brenda, I wouldn’t dare kick your Coco.” “It’s just better if you keep it locked up, otherwise it wouldn’t be good if it bites someone…” Brenda pointed at me, interrupting my words with spittle flying. “If it bites someone, I’ll pay!” “If you dare touch a hair on my precious son, I’ll take your life!” Her eyes rolled over Harper, and she spat fiercely on the ground. “Don’t bring such shady women back in the future. I’m afraid of dirtying my house.” “Looks like a slut…” Brenda hugged Coco into her arms and walked away twisting her hips. I smiled apologetically at Harper and led her into the room. Although this community is dilapidated, I put some effort into the room. Wallpapered, installed ambient lights, and laid carpets on the floor. I found a set of pajamas for Harper and pointed to another room. “You go take a shower first to wash away the bad luck. Sleep there tonight.” Harper thanked me and went into the bathroom with the clothes. I lit scented candles, dimmed the lights, turned on the speaker, and played a lyrical English song. Poured two glasses of champagne, quietly waiting for Harper to come out. Being human means having needs. After staying in prison for so long, many women have no resistance to this atmosphere. In a tipsy state, they will soon throw themselves into my arms. This trick has never failed me, and I believe it will be the same for Harper. Soon, the bathroom door opened. Harper, fresh from the shower, made my eyes straighten. This set of pajamas was carefully selected by me. Fitting, silky, perfectly showing off Harper’s wonderful curves. Under the dim light, her skin was still dazzlingly white. Harper sat next to me, smiling shyly at me. Scented candles, shampoo, mixed with Harper’s unique scent, made my whole person almost burn. I raised my glass to her: “Congratulations on your upcoming brand new life!” Harper’s eyes were sparkling, and she drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. After three rounds of drinks, I found the right opportunity and slowly moved closer to Harper. The moment our arm skin touched, I trembled all over. I reached out and hugged Harper’s shoulder, looked into her eyes, and slowly pressed my lips towards hers. But I didn’t expect Harper to push me away. Her cheeks were flushed, covering her face and running into the room. I cursed inwardly and punched the sofa hard. At night, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Harper’s face, figure, and scent were like a slide show, constantly looping in my mind. This dish, Harper, with all its color, aroma, and taste, I must taste it thoroughly.

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“Here’s a hundred dollars for the elderly. You spend it, I’ll pay for it.” While filming on the streets, I ran into an elderly man named Arthur who lived alone. With this “huge sum” of one hundred dollars, he showed the entire internet the power of a hundred-dollar bill. The video went viral. Arthur became famous, and so did I. But with fame came Arthur’s relatives, whom he hadn’t contacted in decades. And the situation seemed to gradually spiral out of my control. 1 I’m a vlogger who films “Here’s a hundred dollars, you spend it, I’ll pay for it” challenges on the streets. My main target group is the elderly. One day, I met Arthur, an old man who was collecting recyclables on the street. “Sir, here’s a hundred dollars. Buy whatever you want, I’ll foot the bill.” When I first met Arthur, his naive and charming smile moved me. “Child, I can’t take a reward without merit.” After my explanation, Arthur finally agreed, albeit embarrassed. In my previous series featuring spirited young girls, most would head straight for a Starbucks or bubble tea. But Arthur went straight to a food cart. “Boss, give me two plain buns.” One bun costs 50 cents. Total spent: $1. “Sir, you still have $99 left.” Arthur opened the warm bun with satisfaction and held it up to my mouth. “Child, do you want some?” I waved my hand. Arthur nodded to himself as if realizing something, and started eating. He looked at me with a face full of kindness. “You guys were born in a good era, no worries about food or drink.” Arthur ate one bun and tucked the other away, saying he’d save it for lunch. He opened a somewhat dirty water bottle and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water. Arthur had been out collecting recyclables since 5 AM. He said if he came out late, others would pick them all. Sometimes he was out all day, so lunch was just a quick bite to keep him going. I pointed to the supermarket ahead and asked if he wanted to buy something inside. “Can you buy me a pack of cigarettes?” Arthur asked, looking a bit ashamed. I thought to myself, he must be a heavy smoker. Despite being frugal, he splurged on a $12 pack of cigarettes. “Sir, $99 minus $12 leaves $87.” Since it was spend-as-you-please, I didn’t say anything. I pointed at the supermarket and asked if he wanted to buy anything else. To my surprise, Arthur left the pack of cigarettes on the counter. “Sir, your cigarettes,” the supermarket owner and I said simultaneously. Arthur waved his hand, full of gratitude towards the owner. “You give me so many cardboard boxes every time without charging me. This is for you. I see you often smoke this brand.” The owner was very surprised that the cigarettes were a gift for him. I felt ashamed of my narrow-mindedness just now. Leaving the supermarket, Arthur took me to a nearby open-air market, saying things there were cheaper. Arthur headed straight for a grain and oil stall. Seeing the white flour, his eyes sparkled. “How much is this flour?” “$2.50.” “Give me five pounds.” “What about rice?” “$3.” “Give me five pounds.” “Do you have salt?” “Two bags.” Arthur picked up some eggs. When the shopkeeper held open a bag and told him they were $4.50 a pound, Arthur was startled and hurriedly put them down. It was obvious he wanted to eat them but found them too expensive. I took the bag and handed it back to Arthur. “Sir, you spend, I pay. Just buy them.” Arthur carefully picked out four eggs. “This is too few, not even enough for one a day.” “Girl, I want to eat one a week.” I looked at Arthur in shock. “One a week?” I packed twenty eggs for him. “Sir, you need three or four just to make scrambled eggs. If your children come back, these four eggs won’t even be enough for one meal.” Arthur stopped me and gently took the eggs out one by one. “Child, I have no children, just me. That rice and flour are enough for me to eat for a month.” Arthur looked nearly eighty; how could he have no children? 2 Calculating these items, the total was $36.50. The owner rounded it down, leaving $51. $36.50 is barely enough for me to have a decent meal out, but exchanged for rice and flour, Arthur could eat for a month. I was truly shocked; it felt like Arthur and I were using different currencies. I asked Arthur what else he needed. He looked troubled, but his eyes fell on the meat stall by the street. “Sir, want to get a piece of meat?” Arthur’s eyes flashed with joy, but he asked me, “Is meat expensive?” “Sir, don’t you know how much meat is per pound?” Arthur waved his hand and said he hadn’t eaten meat in a long time. I walked to the pork stall and asked for a pound of pork. Pork was $6 a pound, which I didn’t think was expensive, but Arthur pulled me back. “Let’s eat chicken, chicken is cheaper.” “But pork and chicken don’t taste the same, Sir.” My words made Arthur laugh. With $6 for meat, $35 remained. “This… what else to buy?” Arthur was in a dilemma. “How about we stop here, girl? This is already a lot of stuff.” I never knew spending a hundred dollars could be so difficult. The era of electronic payments had long made me lose the concept of spending money. I gently reminded Arthur if there was anything he usually couldn’t bear to buy. Arthur thought for a moment and said he wanted to buy a power strip. I went to the hardware store and bought a power strip for Arthur. Holding it, he muttered, “If only I had a power strip earlier, my home wouldn’t have caught fire.” “Sir, your home caught fire?” “Yeah, burned down completely.” My heart sank. Only then did I notice the somewhat blackened and tattered clothes on Arthur. Turns out they were burned by fire. A power strip costs only $18, but Arthur lost a home because of $18. So I decided that after filming, I must go home with Arthur to take a look. “Sir, $17 left. What else do you want to buy?” “Buy a bar of soap, and a tube of toothpaste.” Arthur chose the cheapest ones, totaling $8. “Sir, $9 left. Do you want to buy some vegetables?” Arthur nodded and picked some potatoes and radishes, $1.50 a pound. Not only cheap but most importantly, these two can be stored for a long time. A total of four pounds, two big bags of vegetables, leaving $2. An old lady with a hunched back and white hair by the street whispered, “Want spinach? I grew it myself, just dug it up this morning. $1 a pound, one bundle is a pound.” The rows of small spinach were neatly arranged on her stall, not a single yellow leaf. It was obvious the old lady was meticulous, but other vendors sold spinach for $2.50 a pound. She sold it for $1 and whispered, probably afraid of upsetting the other vendors. Arthur turned around. “Give me a pound.” Arthur whispered in my ear, “Girl, give her the remaining $2.” I paused for a moment, then nodded. The old lady asked me casually what I was doing. I said I was filming videos, helping elderly people at random. Hearing this, the old lady looked kind. “Good child.” While talking, the old lady stuffed an extra bundle into the plastic bag. I was about to say I only wanted one pound. But the old lady signaled me to be quiet. “This bundle is a gift from me. Don’t tell the old man; it’s not easy for him at his age. I want to do something good too.” Her words were recorded in my phone video. The old lady didn’t know her act of kindness would open a brand new path for her in the future. The mutual kindness between two people warmed my heart. At the same time, this video went viral. Arthur went viral, and so did I. 3 The comments section exploded. [This hundred dollars was spent so worthily!] [Your hundred dollars and my hundred dollars seem different!] [So the price of one eyebrow pencil can buy so many things?] [This is the real life of people at the bottom!] [Simple and honest old man, my heart aches watching this!] [Can the blogger visit the old man’s home? I’m willing to donate money to help him.] … I updated with the tragic state of Arthur’s home. The fire indeed burned away his lifelong possessions. Arthur showed me the skin on his leg burned by the fire, which had become inflamed and adhered. I asked Arthur why he didn’t go to the hospital. He just shook his head and said the hospital was too expensive, he couldn’t afford it. He told me not to worry; he had already bought burn ointment from the clinic. I immediately took Arthur to the hospital. The doctor dressed his wounds and removed the dead tissue. Arthur didn’t even frown during the whole process. I asked him if it hurt. Arthur just said lightly, “This little injury is nothing compared to what I went through back in the day.” The doctor called me to get medicine, and I booked a full physical examination for Arthur while I was at it. I told Arthur that kind-hearted netizens online wanted to help him rebuild his house and treat his illness. He asked me what kind of “friend” a netizen (internet friend) is? I smiled and explained, “It’s a group of like-minded people from all over the country.” Arthur nodded with a smile and said, “So they are comrades, right?” I thought about it and agreed completely, “That’s right.” Originally having only over a hundred thousand followers, I gained millions overnight. Arthur’s story touched the hearts of tens of thousands of netizens. We built a house for him, furnished it, bought a fridge and color TV, and filled the fridge with pork, eggs, and fresh vegetables. Arthur was moved beyond words. Nearing eighty, he stood in front of the camera wiping his tears. A few days later, an account posted several videos in succession, including screen recordings of my live stream, with eye-catching titles: [Ten minutes of non-stop “Carnival” gifts, yet only built a house for Old Man Arthur?] [Eighty-year-old man exploited miserably!] A “Carnival” gift costs about a few hundred dollars after the platform’s cut. Ten minutes could yield two or three thousand dollars. The total gifts for one night would be around four thousand. This assumes over 100k viewers online, which isn’t the usual case. Another video title: [Using netizens’ sympathy to pay for her luxury goods!] The picture was me buying luxury goods at a counter, but I was buying a bag for my mom, unrelated to the live stream. But netizens ignored this. The narrative was quickly swayed, and comments flooded in asking me to disclose my live stream income. I hired someone to investigate the account posting this information and found out the person claimed to be Arthur’s nephew and niece. But previously I learned from Arthur that he had no children. These nephew and niece didn’t appear when Arthur was helpless before, so why did they suddenly pop up now? Just as I was confused, the hospital where Arthur had his physical exam called me, saying the report was out. He was sick. 4 The doctor told me Arthur had stomach cancer. With active treatment, there was hope. I immediately arranged hospitalization and told the doctor we would fully cooperate with the treatment, and money was not an issue. When I returned to the ward after arranging everything, a man and a woman were busy inside. Seeing me enter, Arthur enthusiastically introduced them as his nephew and niece. The two looked at me with shifty eyes. I felt they didn’t come with good intentions. Arthur mentioned before that he never married and didn’t keep in touch with relatives. How could a nephew and niece suddenly pop up? Plus the inexplicable comments online before, I feared they had ulterior motives. But seeing the long-lost smile on Arthur’s face, I swallowed the words on the tip of my tongue. “Uncle, at critical moments, it has to be family. Outsiders won’t treat you sincerely.” “You are like my own father from now on. No difference between uncle and father. We will take care of you until the end.” “Exactly. Outsiders only use you as a money tree. What’s that word? Right, right, a tool.” Arthur scoffed, “What money tree can I be at my age?” His nephew deliberately raised his voice, “Using you to gain sympathy, tricking netizens into sending gifts. I heard they can make over ten thousand a night.” Arthur looked at his nephew in disbelief. “Can make that much?” His niece glanced at me and rolled her eyes. “Exactly. Making a hundred thousand a week is easy. How much does it cost to build a shabby house for you? Just dismissed you like that. Who knows whose conscienceless pocket the rest of the money went into!” His nephew stood up and threw the towel into the basin, splashing water on my face. Relying on his burly figure, he walked up to me and threatened, “Return my uncle’s money, or you’ll be in trouble!” His fierce look was obviously meant to scare me, but I wasn’t a pushover. Before I could speak, his niece came up and slapped me across the face. “Young but not doing human deeds, earning money from the elderly, money against conscience. Careful of karma, ending up an old maid no one wants.” I had never been hit since I was little. Before her hand could drop, I grabbed her pinky and bent it upwards. She screamed in pain. While she was screaming, I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. I forced her to look up at me and asked fiercely in her ear, “Is not getting married the biggest curse you have for a woman?” “Then I wish you a disabled pinky and a bald patch on your scalp.” My hand kept bending her pinky backward. She cried in pain, but her mouth remained foul. “Bitch, let go of me. Ah… it hurts… Brother, save me.” The nephew stepped forward to push me away but was held back by Arthur behind him. The nephew shook off Arthur, pulling him from the hospital bed to the floor. A stark contrast to the filial appearance just now. “Don’t fucking pull me.” Arthur hugged the nephew’s leg tightly on the floor, almost pleading, “John, what are you doing?” Hospital security arrived upon hearing the noise and stopped the farce. The doctor asked who the family was. The nephew and niece straightened their backs and stepped forward. “We are the family, the insiders. As for other idle people, I think your hospital should kick them out.” “Okay, then come with me to pay the fees. Ensure there are sufficient funds on the card.” “What? Pay… pay how much?” “Deposit five thousand first.” Hearing this, the nephew and niece immediately stepped back and pointed at me. “Money, she pays.” Mention money and family ties are gone. I paid the money and heard the nephew and niece whispering in the corridor. “Tonight we’ll use our own account to live stream the old man. Can’t let that bitch earn another cent. Look how generous she is, paying five thousand just like that. How much has she earned using the old man!”

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Ordering incubi online is a trend lately, but I couldn’t afford one, so I picked one up from the roadside. But this incubus is of poor quality. Not only does he have a bad temper, but he also has no interest in me, preferring to starve rather than “eat.” I had no choice but to send a picture of his succubus mark to a relevant shop owner, asking how to discipline this model. The shop owner freaked out: “Honey!! Are you kidding me?! That’s no incubus?!” “That’s a demon! And the worst kind!” 1 After work, I quietly asked a female colleague: “What if the incubus at home refuses to eat?” “How could that be?” The colleague was surprised, “Incubi get weak if they don’t eat. Mine needs to be fed three times a week. My best friend’s is even more exaggerated; four or five times a week isn’t enough!” “That much appetite?” I thought of Raven’s cold eyes. He didn’t look weak at all. “But there are a few possibilities…” “What?” I pricked up my ears. “He might have had another master before, or he has physical issues. I suggest you ask the online shop owner.” But I was too embarrassed to tell her. My incubus wasn’t bought. He was picked up. 2 My colleague gave me an idea. No matter how cold an incubus is, he can’t resist his racial instincts. She told me to dress a little revealingly and try to seduce him. Back home at night. I stared at Raven. Dark skin, firm muscles. His features were impeccable. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spotted him by the dumpster at first glance. “What are you looking at?” Raven asked impatiently. “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” “No, I’m fine.” Raven had a bad temper and spoke aggressively. Unlike other incubi, who were docile and obedient. To check where Raven was broken, I reached out to touch him. Abs were fine, waist was fine too. The chocolate chest was also— “What are you doing?” Raven almost jumped up, looking irritable. “Who allowed you to touch me? Get your dirty hands off!” Strange, everything seemed fine. Could it be that part that doesn’t work? As my gaze moved down. Raven was exasperated: “What are you looking at? Zoey Zhou, I’m asking you, what are you looking at? Is that something a human like you can look at?” My colleague was right. He was most likely broken. If not broken, who would be willing to throw away such a good-looking incubus? I had to verify it in practice. I took off my jacket, revealing the semi-transparent tulle I had put on beforehand. The room suddenly became very hot. When Raven was emotionally unstable, his body would heat up, and the surrounding atmosphere would become hot too. I asked others; their incubi didn’t have this trait. Maybe there are physical differences between demons. I straddled Raven. “Are you hungry?” “…Get off me!” “Eat if you’re hungry, don’t suppress yourself.” “I said get off!” I pretended not to hear, grabbing his chin. I planted a kiss on his burning lips. Raven was furious: “What did you give me? Why can’t I resist?” “Added a little incubus-specific drug.” “You actually drugged me? Zoey Zhou! I’m going to kill you!” “You should call me Master.” “I’m not that kind of lowly creature, I, the dignified pure-blood de—” Raven stopped mid-sentence. His eyes were forbearing, like someone enduring humiliation for a greater purpose. At the same time, I felt it. The chocolate bar specs were superior, even exceeding expectations. His function should be fine. Then only one possibility remained—he had another master. Raven somehow regained his strength. And pushed me away hard. “Trying to control me with mere drugs? Humans are truly stupid!” Watching his retreating figure leaving the room without looking back. Case solved. Not only did he have another master, but he also couldn’t forget his ex-master. 3 Actually, I had guessed this long ago. After all, I picked Raven up. Ordering incubi online has been popular in recent years. I heard incubi not only please their masters but some can also do housework. I really wanted one, but I couldn’t afford it. A month ago, I found the abandoned Raven by the dumpster. At that time, he was pale and dying. I brought him home, gave him food and water. Raven was silent, seeming not to want much contact with me. I asked: “Do you remember where your home is? When you rest well, I’ll take you to find your master.” “No such thing.” “What?” “I have no master.” He was a bit displeased. But he had a name. Incubus names are given by their masters. So I guessed he was released and abandoned by his master. I kept Raven with me. But because of his resistance, we never signed a contract. Now, I understand. Although Raven had a tough mouth, he was surprisingly loyal. He actually never forgot his ex-master, right? A few days later, my guess was confirmed. On the weekend, I took Raven to see the tidal bore. Before leaving, I specifically instructed: “For the sake of eating and drinking my stuff every day, if a big wave comes, you have to protect me.” Raven hummed a “Mn,” lacking interest. But after arriving at the viewing point, he suddenly became serious. Following Raven’s gaze, I found he was looking at a girl. Staring so intently that he didn’t even hear me calling him. I guessed that girl might be his ex-master. Suddenly, a big wave hit. Raven abandoned me and rushed to the girl. With his height of nearly 6’3″, he blocked the big wave for the girl. Then, before the girl could see his face clearly, he walked away silently. I didn’t dodge in time and was soaked through. I asked Raven: “Do you know that girl?” For the first time, Raven didn’t deny it. 4 Because of getting wet, I caught a cold and curled up in bed groggily. Raven seemed unaccustomed to seeing me like this, muttering: “Getting sick from a little water, humans are so fragile.” Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside. “Hello, we received a report of an unregistered creature appearing nearby, please cooperate with our investigation.” I scrambled up: “Unregistered creature?” “Yes, according to relevant regulations, we need to take unregistered creatures away for disposal.” Wouldn’t Raven be in danger? Being abandoned by his master meant being stripped of “registration.” Should also fall into the unregistered category, right? I quickly pushed Raven into the closet. The enforcement officers came in and looked around, finding nothing. Their eyes fell on the closet. “Can we open it to check?” I blocked the closet: “Sorry, it’s full of my privacy.” “The situation is urgent, please cooperate.” “No, it’s all lingerie and things only meant for my boyfriend to see.” The two officers looked at each other. “What if we insist on opening it?” “Please respect my privacy. You demanding to inspect my room in the middle of the night is already unreasonable. If you must embarrass me, knock me out first.” They dared not use violent enforcement. After discussing for a moment, they said: “Forget it, a little girl like you probably wouldn’t hide a malicious creature.” “Malicious creature?” The enforcement officers hesitated for a moment, showing slight fear on their faces. “It’s… a demon.” 4 (Note: Chapter numbering repeats in source, continuing as intended) I remembered the news I saw a few days ago. Said there were demons appearing recently, citizens please be careful. After the outsiders left, Raven came out of the closet. He looked at me with a complicated gaze: “Why didn’t you hand me over?” “If I hand you over, you might not survive.” “Didn’t you hear them? There are demons.” I chuckled: “They are looking for demons, what does it have to do with a little incubus like you?” “…Little, in, cu, bus?!” “Yeah yeah,” I pointed to his waist, “The succubus mark is there, do you still want to cosplay a demon?” “…” Don’t know which sentence stepped on Raven’s tail. He got angry again. “But having said that,” I looked at him smilingly, “Even if you don’t like me and refuse to acknowledge me, I will protect you.” “Why?” “Because liking you is enough for me.” Just a human’s liking for an interesting creature. Like I like puppies and kittens. But Raven thought of something else, suddenly blushing. The surrounding air also became hot and scorching. “What, what nonsense… too frivolous…” But I didn’t tell him. I had decided to help him return to his ex-master. Before that, as compensation for bringing him home without permission and touching him, I would definitely protect him from harm.

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I joined a travel reality show with my best friend, and she was suddenly proposed to by a famous movie star. In the romantic atmosphere, I screamed: “Stop! Stop! Haven’t taken photos yet! Don’t kneel first! Don’t say yes yet!” Without hesitation, I squatted down, stuck my butt out, and frantically snapped pictures from all angles. The esports god beside me fell into contemplation looking at the photos on my camera, which only showed the back of the movie star’s black head and my best friend’s beautiful face. I wiped away tears of excitement: “Boohoo, what are you waiting for, give my best friend some fill light!” The esports god spoke cautiously: “…” “Um… do you want to consider taking a picture of the guy’s face?” Netizen’s hot comment: [What’s the difference between this and a war correspondent!! Begging for such a supportive bestie!!] [Who said this best friend is no good! This best friend is amazing! I totally accept!!!] 1 When my best friend Chloe Miller brought the variety show invitation, I was diligently Photoshopping her beautiful photos on the computer, emitting my ten-thousand-and-first sigh: “Beauty attack! How can there be such a flawless modeling face!!” “It’s really a waste on that brat Liam Brooks!!!” Yes, Liam Brooks is the pig that dug up my best friend’s cabbage! Chloe couldn’t help pursing her lips and smiling: “So can you join the travel variety show with me? I recommended you to the director team.” “Travel variety show?” I blinked, a bit reluctant. Although Chloe is a popular female star in the entertainment industry, as her best friend, I am indeed a solid C-lister who gets chased and scolded. The reason is simple. When Chloe and Liam met at the peak, the movie king and queen announced their relationship, almost blowing up Twitter trending topics. I, the best friend who knew the inside story, was pushed into the public eye. Interviews followed one after another, asking me: “In your opinion, who is more outstanding, Chloe or Liam?” At that time, I answered honestly: “Chloe has won the Best Actress Award three years in a row. I see all her hard work and feel distressed for her, so in my opinion, Chloe is more outstanding.” But this passage was edited and marketed in various ways, and finally the style gradually twisted into— I think Liam is not worthy of Chloe. Liam’s fans thought I was smearing their idol. CP fans thought I was sowing discord. Chloe’s fans thought I was deliberately rubbing off popularity and stepping on others. So, I was besieged by three families and became a C-lister. Fortunately, Chloe often dropped coins and introduced gigs, so I didn’t starve to death. But this variety show is live… Sensing my hesitation, Chloe came over and rubbed against me: “Sierra, please, traveling so far away, people are scared~” Me: “…” This sister didn’t say that when she climbed five mountains in five days alone. She said she was a woman like an eagle… Unable to withstand such a lively beauty acting coquettish, I rubbed my eyebrows: “Alright then…” 2 “Letters from the Sea Breeze” is a travel live broadcast variety show organized by Fruit TV. Guests travel to Seaview City for seven days to experience the romantic local customs. When I gathered with Chloe in front of the six-seater SUV, the other guests had already arrived. Popular Movie Star — Liam Brooks. Esports God — Jace Carter. Host — Bella Quinn. My gaze froze involuntarily. Bella curled her lips and came over to greet me: “Sierra Cole, long time no see!” The barrage in the live broadcast room laughed first— [Wow kaka! First time seeing my God Jace on a variety show! Licking screen ing…] [Dying of laughter! How does Sierra feel seeing an old acquaintance? Do you feel slapped in the face!?] [Really feel distressed for my baby Chloe, why is she still playing with someone like Sierra!? Even participating in a variety show to rub off popularity, shameless!?] … I pursed my lips. Back then, Bella was just a small marketing account with a hundred thousand followers. She tried every means to find me and said she wanted to do an interview. But after the interview, she started creating gimmicks to guide the trend and jumped to become an internet celebrity. I became the C-lister chased and scolded. “Damn! Why is she here!?” Chloe muttered irritably beside me, “The program team is too disgusting. I asked for a four-person trip! Why did they add her temporarily? Does the program team treat us like fools??” I poked her helplessly and whispered a reminder: “Live broadcast! Pay attention to your image! Endure it!” The program team naturally enjoyed seeing this kind of Shura field (intense conflict). For me, I’m already so obscure, not afraid of being more obscure. Just worried about Bella causing trouble and affecting Chloe… “Chloe, long time no see, miss you so much.” Bella walked up familiarly wanting to hug Chloe. Chloe dodged and raised an official smile: “Yes, yes, long time no see.” After putting all luggage into the trunk, Liam actively took on the responsibility of driving. Chloe just wanted to sit in the second row with me, but was pulled by Bella. Bella blinked at her: “Chloe, you sit in the passenger seat. I’ll sit in the second row.” “On the way, I can listen to you share your romantic relationship history.” “You don’t know, hearing that I’m going to participate in the variety show with you guys, my fans couldn’t wait to leave messages for me, wanting me to interview more!” “Chloe, you won’t deprive me of the opportunity to ship CP on the spot, right?” 3 Helplessly, Chloe could only sit in the passenger seat. Bella sat in the seat behind her, and I sat in the third row. Jace, who had been wearing a baseball cap, looked up, revealing his eyes for only a second, then lowered his head and climbed into the third row, sitting silently beside me. I couldn’t help looking at him a couple more times. Just as I was about to speak. Bella turned her head and actively grabbed the conversation: “God Jace, why don’t you sit in the second row?” “You won the championship in the National Esports League last week. I still want to interview you.” Jace leaned lazily against the back of the chair, his chin hidden in the collar of his windbreaker, his slender fingertips pressing down the baseball cap, showing an attitude of “strangers keep away.” “No need, I’m sleepy.” First time hitting a wall, Bella’s face stiffened. I couldn’t help laughing, the smile on my lips hadn’t been hidden yet. Bella’s provocative gaze fell over: “Sierra, the requirement for this trip is lightness. Everyone only brought one suitcase. Why are you carrying so many big bags? The trunk almost couldn’t fit them.” I hugged the bag in my arms: “I brought cameras, a lot of equipment.” “Doesn’t the program team have special cameras? Why bring a camera? Heavy and takes up space.” Bella frowned dissatisfiedly. Netizens also raised questions one after another— [Sierra brings the most stuff! Not a big star, but quite a big pomp… hehe…] [Still that question, when can Chloe break off friendship with this leech friend!!!] [Off topic, did anyone notice Jace Carter in the corner? Although his face is covered tightly, the exposed fingers are white and slender, so good looking…] … Sensing the situation was wrong, Chloe turned her head to explain: “Of course it’s to take pictures of me. Many of my photos were taken by Sierra. Sierra’s photography skills are very good!” Liam, who was driving, chimed in: “I can prove this point!” I patted my chest and promised: “Chloe, don’t worry, this time I will definitely continue to produce beautiful photos!” “Then trouble Sierra to take a few beautiful photos for me too this time.” Bella looked over smilingly. Me: “…” 4 After driving for several hours, just when everyone was drowsy, we finally arrived at the homestay. Seaview City is by the sea, and the location of the homestay is excellent, right by the beach. Jace greeted us lightly, carrying his suitcase upstairs first. I couldn’t help looking at him a couple more times. Chloe whispered gossip: “He is the captain of the K.O team. It is said that this sponsor let him show his face to increase the popularity of their esports team.” “No wonder he looks like he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” I nodded and opened the suitcase, “I brought a lot of clothes suitable for taking pictures by the sea this time. It’s sunset by the sea now, the scenery is super beautiful. Let me take pictures of you!” “You actually brought so many!?” Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Of course!” I spread the clothes one by one on the sofa, “Some are sent by brands, some are ones you bought and never wore. I brought them all seeing they fit. I also brought a lot of corresponding accessories.” Chloe was dazzled, hesitated for a while and chose a light blue tie-dyed ethnic style dress, and draped a knitted beige shawl with long tassels hanging from the hem. With smooth big waves, the whole person was unrealistically beautiful. I couldn’t help sighing, Chloe is simply a miracle of creation. Knowing her for these years, my biggest hobby is dressing her up like a Barbie doll and taking various good-looking photos of her. And those god-tier pictures of hers are mostly from my hands. Satisfied admiring my work, I stepped forward to help Chloe adjust the details of the clothes, when a slight tearing sound came from behind. Accompanied by Bella’s complaint: “This dress is too tight, right? Can’t put it on at all!?” My heart skipped a beat, turning to look. Saw Bella coming out of the toilet, wearing a pure white dress from my suitcase that I hadn’t taken out yet. I rushed up immediately, questioning angrily: “Who let you take it!?” “Aren’t you going to take pictures of us!? Taking out so many clothes isn’t it for us to choose?” Bella answered righteously. Seeing her extremely shameless look, I was dizzy with anger: “These clothes are not prepared for you! Taking a step back, even if you want to borrow clothes to wear, why didn’t you tell me!?” “You guys were chatting hotly just now, I didn’t want to disturb you.” Bella glanced at the cameraman next to her, her attitude softened, trying to explain, “Your suitcase was open, clothes just lying there, I thought we could choose freely… it’s my misunderstanding, I’m really sorry…” I pursed my lips, looking at the clothes on her. This one was specially prepared for Chloe before coming. Off-shoulder style, layered skirt hem, covered with a layer of light gauze. The first time I saw it at the counter, I felt it was especially suitable for Chloe. I saved up some spare money to buy it and planned to give it to Chloe. Result now it is worn on Bella, and the waist of the skirt has a long narrow tear due to violent pulling. Can’t wear it at all!!! The cameraman carried the camera and slowly zoomed in. Bella gently touched my arm, her eyes starting to turn red: “Sorry, don’t be angry, I didn’t know you didn’t plan to take pictures of me…” “This skirt is too tight, I accidentally broke it when putting it on, but it doesn’t matter, I’ll pay you however much…” I looked at her coldly, not believing she was unintentional at all: “Don’t you know what size you wear? Forcing it when you can’t put it on, do you do this when trying on clothes at the counter too?” Tears rolled down from the corners of Bella’s eyes instantly: “Sorry, I didn’t know this dress would break with a gentle pull…” Netizens in the live broadcast room were filled with righteous indignation— [Bella apologized and planned to pay, Sierra still won’t let go! What on earth do you want!?] [Hehe! Sierra is really interesting, planning to extort our Bella with some street stall goods from nowhere? Our Bella usually wears big brands, giving you face to wear that skirt!] [I see it, Sierra is isolating Bella. Preparing so many nice clothes for Chloe and taking pictures for her, isn’t it just rushing to flatter and rub off popularity!? So disgusting!!!]

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