In five years of marriage, my wife has given birth to three children for her “white moonlight”—her first love. For all three births, I was the one who took care of her during confinement. Once, she and her lover played too rough, leading to a ruptured corpus luteum. I was the one who called the ambulance. This made me a joke in the company. People mocked me freely, but I never got angry. On the day of the baby’s one-month celebration, because of a minor arrangement issue, my wife exploded in public. “Zhang, believe it or not, I can make you roll out of the Sterling family right now.” I chuckled lightly. “I believe it. Why wouldn’t I? After all, you can give birth to three children for another man. What wouldn’t you do?” She wanted to say more, but I interrupted her, calmly throwing the divorce agreement on the table. “Perfect timing. Let’s divorce. The five-year term is up. It’s time for me to go back and inherit my position as the Celestial Master.” 1 My wife, Bella Sterling, stared at me wide-eyed, a trace of disbelief in her eyes. As if she couldn’t believe that I, the live-in son-in-law who had been subservient to the Sterling family for five years, could say such a thing. “Do you know what you are saying?” Bella’s face was frosty. “If you apologize to me now, I can pretend you never said that.” The others also stared at me with mocking eyes. Everyone knew I was the useless live-in son-in-law of the Sterling family. In these years at the Sterling house, I had no human rights. I even proactively helped my wife, who gave birth to another man’s children, with her postpartum care. Just to exchange for a life of food and clothing in the Sterling family. “Looks like this kid is going to be locked in the dark room when he gets back. On the day of CEO Sterling’s third son’s one-month celebration, he dares to be so presumptuous! He won’t have a good ending.” “For sure. Maybe he’ll be starved for three or five days, or even paraded on the street?” “Today is a joyous day. Zhang, you should apologize to Bella quickly.” Bella’s “white moonlight,” Ryan Du, pretended to be a good person, urging me to apologize. “Otherwise, you won’t have a good time when you go back. If Bella puts a dog leash on your neck and locks you at the door, your life won’t be easy.” Standing next to Ryan was an old man in a gray robe. The old man stared at me with gloomy eyes, saying nothing. “Exactly. Zhang, why fight with CEO Sterling? It does you no good. Hurry up and admit your mistake and accept punishment.” Everyone thought I just spoke without thinking for a moment. Little did they know. In these years, if not for me being in the Sterling family. Everyone in the Sterling family would have died long ago. If not for my “good-for-nothing” master, who said he owed a debt of gratitude to the late Old Master Sterling. He divined that the Sterling family would face a great calamity in these few years. He forced me to marry into the Sterling family for five years to help them tide over the difficulties. Reluctantly, I became a live-in son-in-law. I came with the mindset of completing a mission. In these years, I have secretly acted countless times to allow the Sterling family to develop safely to this day. But the people in front of me knew nothing about it. But I don’t blame them. Human cognition is limited. Especially for stupid and arrogant people. Seeing everyone persuading me to admit my mistake, Bella had a triumphant smile on her face. Perhaps in her eyes, I was just a slave she could manipulate at will. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and apologize! Do you really want me to get angry and kick you out of the Sterling family? You’ll leave with nothing and sleep on the streets, unable to afford even a full meal.” “You don’t need to worry about whether I can afford a meal, Bella Sterling! Look at the divorce agreement. If there are no problems, sign it quickly.” 2 Hearing this, everyone looked at me in shock. “Is this kid kicked in the head by a donkey? Daring to sing a different tune against CEO Sterling, who is worth billions. Following CEO Sterling means no worries about food and clothing. I don’t know where he got the guts to divorce her.” “Moreover, today is the one-month celebration of CEO Sterling’s third son. Isn’t this blatantly disrespecting her?” Bella’s face became even uglier. “Zhang, on an occasion like this, do you insist on embarrassing me?” I knew Bella wanted dignity. But her dignity was built on my “wagging tail and begging.” Before, perhaps for the sake of my master, I could tolerate it a bit. But now, sorry, I can’t tolerate it at all. “CEO Sterling, the divorce agreement is right in front of your eyes. It takes less than a minute to sign. You dragging this out… are you reluctant to divorce me?” This sentence instantly stimulated Bella. Her face flushed a few shades redder, looking like she was about to curse at any moment. But in the end, she held it back forcibly. “Zhang, don’t flatter yourself. There is a huge gap in status between us. I am the CEO of the billion-dollar Sterling Group, and what are you?” Ryan quickly walked up, crossing his arms. “Bella, I can answer this question. He is a toad in the sewer, always fantasizing about eating swan meat, haha…” As Ryan’s laughter rang out. The people around also laughed along. “Absolutely right. Zhang, in my eyes, you are just a toad, a dog. For the sake of the child’s one-month wine today, I don’t want to lower myself to your level. Kneel down and apologize now, otherwise, you won’t have a good ending.” Bella started to “posture” again. Ryan chimed in, “The opportunity is right in front of you. Otherwise, if you really provoke Bella and she divorces you, you will become a complete waste, won’t you?” I chuckled lightly, glancing at Ryan. “Doesn’t CEO Sterling divorcing me fit your wishes perfectly? I step down, and you can step up, right?” Hearing this, he looked embarrassed and wanted to say something. But I interrupted him. “You should thank me for divorcing CEO Sterling! If I don’t divorce, wouldn’t you always be the shameful mistress…” When these words landed, Ryan completely broke defense. He rushed in front of me, pointing at my nose. “Zhang, you waste, stop talking nonsense here. Bella has always loved me, otherwise she wouldn’t have given birth to three children for me consecutively. You are just a stand-in for me.” “Oh, gave birth to three children for you? Why hasn’t she married you yet? Still reluctant to divorce me until now, what do you say is going on?” “You…” “Enough, Zhang. Today is the child’s one-month celebration. I don’t want things to get too ugly. Whether you want a divorce or do anything else, wait until the celebration is over.” Bella said with a completely black face. I snorted lightly. “It’s your child’s celebration, what does it have to do with me? Sign quickly. I don’t want to stay in this broken place of your Sterling family for a second longer.” 3 The people around instantly put on an attitude of watching a good show. Even though everyone had heard that the child wasn’t mine. Knew it was Bella’s born for her white moonlight, Ryan. But this matter was limited to rumors. It had never been admitted by the parties involved in a public setting. And now that I said these words, it was equivalent to confirming this matter. It completely tore off Bella’s disguise at once. Giving birth to someone else’s child within marriage, and now holding a grand one-month celebration. If this news got out, it would definitely cause a storm in the city. Bella seemed to finally lose control, rushing to the front, raising her hand to slap me. In the past, I might have indulged her temper. But this time! I grabbed her wrist directly and pushed her away. “That’s enough.” She stumbled. Seeing this, Ryan quickly stepped forward to support Bella. “Bella, are you okay?” Bella fell into Ryan’s arms. “You waste, dare to touch me?” She said incredulously. “Self-defense.” My tolerance in the Sterling family these past few years was taken for granted by Bella. She habitually thought I would continue to tolerate her everywhere. But she didn’t know that today was the day my five-year promise to my master expired. The days of being the humiliated son-in-law of the Sterling family end today. Compared to what she did to me before. What is me pushing her once? To punish me for disobedience, she made me stand barefoot in the snow in the dead of winter. Didn’t let me sit at the table for meals, throwing a dog bowl in front of me, humiliating me that I should eat the same food as a dog. Made me sleep in the utility room, splashing me awake with cold water in winter. Now I even have some “PTSD” reactions. “You dare bully Bella, I’m not done with you!” Ryan suddenly rushed towards me. Bella loved Ryan very much. A dignified billionaire CEO, giving birth to three children for Ryan consecutively. He raised his hand to hit me, but I kicked him to the ground. Originally, on this occasion, I hadn’t found a reason to deal with this bastard. But this bastard delivered himself to the door. Then don’t blame me for being impolite. After all, I’ve tolerated this grandson for a long time. Ryan was kicked down by me, screaming in pain. Bella stepped forward to hug Ryan, the two looking deeply affectionate. But at this moment, I saw Ryan forming a hand seal with one hand. Others might not understand. But I saw it clearly. This was a hand seal for an “Evil Curse.” Casting the seal and chanting the spell could cause death. Sure enough, not long after, I saw Ryan’s lips start to move, obviously chanting. I was curious before. Why someone could attack Bella again and again. After all, Bella is a dignified billionaire CEO. Ordinary people can’t get close to her at all. Plus, I had placed a protection spell on Bella. But even so! Bella still almost fell for it several times. The one who can do this to Bella must be someone close to her. For this, I even investigated the people around Bella but found no suspects. But now, I probably know who attacked Bella. I really never thought in a million years that the person who would use vicious means against Bella would be her most beloved white moonlight, Ryan. She gave birth to three children for Ryan. Even so? Ryan still wants to attack Bella? Truly, the human heart is terrifying! 4 I originally wanted to take advantage of Ryan using evil means against me to get rid of him for Bella. But who knew that just as I took a step forward. Bella opened her arms to block in front of Ryan, looking like she wanted to fight me to the death. “Zhang, you waste, today you touched my final bottom line. You know Ryan is my final bottom line. If you dare hurt him, I will make you pay.” Her face became a few degrees more ferocious. “Someone come! Cripple this waste’s limbs for me.” Soon, three or five security guards rushed up. Surrounding me. “Especially the leg he used to kick Ryan.” Hearing this, my heart went cold, and my eyes released a chill. Originally thought of saving Bella’s life in passing! Now it seems completely unnecessary. Bella! You brought this on yourself, go die. “Do it!” As the voice fell, several security guards were about to rush up to attack me. And at this time, Ryan also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to come forward and cast a spell on me. But before he could rush to the front, the few security guards were dealt with by me. Ryan, who rushed to the front, was slapped away by me again. Just as Ryan wanted to step forward again. He was stopped by the old man who had been standing beside him. At this moment, the onlookers were all dumbfounded. “Didn’t expect this kid to be quite skilled?” “Yeah, this is really surprising.” Bella’s gaze towards me gradually became strange. As I walked towards Bella with the divorce agreement. Bella subconsciously retreated a few steps. “You…” “Did you discover I know some kung fu? Surprised?” She nodded subconsciously. I chuckled lightly. “CEO Sterling, you don’t need to be surprised. I know far more than you imagine.” I handed the divorce agreement to Bella. Bella glanced at the divorce agreement, her expression condensing. “Zhang, even if there is a divorce, it is I, Bella Sterling, proposing divorce to you.” “Doesn’t matter. As long as you sign the divorce, it’s fine. Treat it as you proposing.” “Since you want a divorce, don’t even think about taking a penny from our Sterling family.” “You talk too much nonsense. The divorce agreement is already written. I leave with nothing, don’t need a penny from your Sterling family.” I said grumpily. Bella’s face unexpectedly showed unwillingness. Of course, her unwillingness wasn’t because I was about to leave her. But why wasn’t she the first to propose divorce? Why didn’t I beg her not to divorce me? “Good, since you are so tough, I will fulfill you. Let’s see how you live without our Sterling family?” Bella picked up the pen and quickly wrote her name. I got the divorce agreement and let out a long breath. “Finally resolved.” Seeing me like this, Bella’s face showed a trace of viciousness. She held up the divorce agreement in her hand. “Everyone, you are all nobles and elites of Suzhou. Today, please be my witness. Now I announce that from this moment on, Zhang has nothing to do with our Sterling family.” “From now on, whatever you do to this waste, you don’t need to consider our Sterling family’s face. Even if you kill him, it has nothing to do with our Sterling family.” Just then, someone shouted, “If we kill this waste Zhang, can we get a cooperation contract with the Sterling family?” As a prominent family in Suzhou, naturally many wealthy nobles wanted to cooperate with the Sterling family. “Today, this waste Zhang dared to disrespect CEO Sterling so much. If this waste dies, do we have a chance to cooperate with the Sterling family?” A sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of Bella’s mouth, looking at me playfully. “I just told everyone, the life and death of this waste Zhang has nothing to do with us. You can do whatever you want. As for cooperation with our Sterling family, it depends on your own ability.” Although she didn’t explicitly agree to let these people attack me, the meaning in her words was a tacit permission. Everyone stared at me excitedly. I wasn’t worried at all. Bella wanted to borrow a knife to kill. I glanced coldly at Bella. “Instead of spending time plotting against me, you might as well go home and check.” “What do you mean?” Bella said. “Today is your third son’s one-month celebration. The banquet is about to start, haven’t you noticed that your parents and your three sons haven’t come?” Hearing this, Bella’s expression became stern. She immediately took out her phone to call home. But obviously, the call didn’t go through. She stared at me, her tone anxious. “Zhang, did you do something to my parents and children?” “Don’t wrong me, I didn’t do anything.” I spread my hands and said. Black energy began to emit from Bella’s forehead again. The Children’s Palace and Parents’ Palace were also surrounded by black energy, obviously someone had used means against them again. Bella was obviously worried too, taking Ryan and rushing out of the hotel. Looking at Bella’s back, I pinched my fingers and calculated. “This time without my protection, the Sterling family is afraid of being ruined.”

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Chapter 1 After a sudden heart attack, I gained the ability to see a number floating above everyone’s head. After repeated verification, I discovered this number represented how many times they had been intimate that day. Today, the number above my newlywed wife’s head was 1. But when she returned from her company retreat, it had turned into 99?! My heart turned cold. She cheated on me 99 times in one day?! …… “Baby, just be with me. That short-lived ghost is dying anyway.” “That wouldn’t be appropriate.” Such a familiar voice… A dense pain radiated from my heart. I used all my strength to open my heavy eyelids. All I could see was blinding white. Memories flooded back, occupying my brain instantly. The client was dissatisfied with the proposal, rejecting it ninety-eight times. While cursing and revising the ninety-ninth version, I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Then my heart seized in pain, and I lost consciousness. My wife, Bella, and I had been together for ten years. To marry her, I had to come up with a $100,000 dowry. Plus the mortgage on the downtown apartment and the loan for the $80,000 car, I willingly became a corporate slave. To earn more money to pay off the loans, I worked day and night, which led to an acute myocardial infarction. I ended up in the ICU, barely clinging to life. Although the loans were suffocating, it was all worth it for Bella. Bella was incredibly beautiful, even more charming than movie stars. Curvy in all the right places, slim where it mattered. She looked like an angel descended from heaven, and her voice was lovely. I fell in love with her at first sight in high school. Through college and entering society, I took care of her meticulously. Although she attracted many bad suitors, I blocked them all, so it didn’t matter. Last month at our wedding, she wore a white gown, looking like a goddess. So let alone $200,000 in debt. Even $2 million, or $20 million, would be worth it! Who else gets to marry such a beautiful and gentle wife? Just seeing Bella filled me with motivation. And the house and car we bought with loans had appreciated ten times since the wedding. What’s working 23 hours a day? No big deal! Just as I wanted to get up and go back to work. The doctor making rounds changed my IV drip, and I accidentally glanced at a number floating above her head. 0? What was going on? At first, I thought I was dying and seeing things. But when I was wheeled out of the ICU and saw other patients, nurses, and doctors all with the same floating 0, I was confused. Was I really dying? In a daze, a particularly sweet voice came. “Hubby, even for our future, you have to protect your health.” “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. Here’s some plain porridge I made for you.” It was my wife, Bella. I stared blankly at the “1” floating above her head, becoming more and more confused. Seeing me dazed, Bella thought I hadn’t recovered from the heart surgery, and her eyes immediately turned red. “Hubby, you’ve worked hard.” Feeling the softness on my hand, I snapped out of it. Seeing Bella cry was worse than killing me. “Baby, don’t cry. For you, I’m not tired at all.” Bella sniffled and started feeding me porridge. Afraid the temperature wasn’t right, she tested it herself. Seeing Bella care for me so much, I was truly moved. So, I finished the porridge quickly. The doctor recording my condition came over. Seeing I finished the whole bowl, he posted a note at the foot of the bed. “Your husband overworked himself. Long-term sleep deprivation led to acute myocardial infarction.” “In the future, prioritize nutrition and quit high-oil, high-salt foods.” “Plain porridge lacks nutrition. Don’t eat it after discharge.” Bella asked the doctor seriously what I should eat and took notes. Seeing her so serious, I smiled and patted her head. “Bella, I’m just a bit tired. I’ll be fine after some rest. Don’t worry.” Bella packed the lunch box, carefully put away her notes, and said she was going home to make me a nutritious meal. Bella always cared about me, so when she said she was leaving, I didn’t stop her. But looking at the “1” floating above her, I was still puzzled. After Bella left, the doctor brought my X-rays. Indeed, overwork caused the heart attack. Luckily, rescue was timely, and I was out of danger. But I had to stay for observation and avoid mental stress. I lay there staring at the ceiling from noon to afternoon. Unable to stay still, I quietly got up. Resting all afternoon made me feel less weak, so I supported myself against the wall and left the room. Outside, I saw many couples entering and exiting rooms. Mostly, the floating numbers above them were the same. The closer I got to the gynecology department, the more varied the numbers became. Near closing time, there were few patients. Bored, I found a chair and sat down, just as a string of numbers floated by. 2 I froze instantly, smelling a fishy odor while instinctively looking towards the owner of that string of numbers. The woman had just walked out of a gynecologist’s office, with the number “327” floating above her. She was dressed provocatively in a tube top and miniskirt. Before I could react, I smelled a pungent, cheap perfume. Watching the woman walk away, I pushed open the office door, curious to ask the head gynecologist inside. “Hello, may I ask what illness that woman came to see?” The stench in the office was even stronger, and I frowned instinctively. The head gynecologist, wearing a mask, was disinfecting the room with alcohol. Seeing my intrusion, she immediately cursed. “You young people, do you ignore your health for impulses?” “Don’t you know that lack of restraint and poor hygiene in bed lead to troublesome diseases, causing trouble for us doctors!” Looking at the furious doctor, I spoke apprehensively. “So… that woman just now, was too unrestrained, so…” The doctor finished disinfecting and impatiently pushed me towards the door. “Excessive indulgence. Her parts are rotten. Who knows how many hundreds of times she had sex.” “Go away, why is a man blocking my gynecology door? Just keep yourself clean.” Hundreds of times? Does the number above that woman represent that? Right, Bella and I had sex once on our wedding night. Later, to support the family, I worked day and night, barely having any memory of sharing a bed with Bella. Recalling the number floating above the gynecologist, I swallowed and pushed open the door again. Seeing the doctor about to explode, I quickly placed a thousand dollars on the desk. “Doctor, can I ask you something?” The doctor’s impending rage retracted instantly upon seeing the money. Nonchalantly pocketing the cash, she spoke. “Sure, but I’m a doctor, I can’t reveal patient privacy.” “Doctor, I won’t make it hard for you. I just want to ask about you.” “About me?” Seeing her suspicious look, I cleared my throat. “Doctor, how many times have you had sex in your life?” Seeing her face darken, about to call security, I quickly pulled out another thousand. “Please, Doctor, this is really important to me.” Blocked by two thousand dollars, she hesitated. After a minute of stalemate, she gritted her teeth: “Five times.” Looking at the “5” floating above her, I thought, as expected. Back in the ward, Bella said the company arranged a sudden business trip. She asked for a week’s leave for me to rest well in the hospital. Although I wanted to get up and make money immediately, health is wealth. So, I rested honestly in the hospital for a week, becoming more certain that the floating number represented the times a person had sex. When Bella returned from her trip, she immediately prepared a nutritious meal and came to see me. But the moment I saw her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Seeing the glaring number “99” above her, I was stunned. “Hubby, did you rest well?” Bella opened the lunch box with concern, speaking gently. I looked up, trying to ignore the number, and saw her pale face. “Tired lately?” Bella stiffened slightly, then smiled: “Just busy with the trip. I’ll be fine after some rest.” “Come on, Hubby, I made this special meal for you. Try it.” Bella busied herself, but the “99” above her was eye-catching. Why? Why did this gentle, virtuous, lovely girl, who ran the love marathon with me and entered the wedding hall… Betray me ninety-nine times in one week on a single business trip? Wasn’t I good enough to her? I had so much to say, but it felt like a lump in my throat. The bits and pieces of the past ten years were vivid in my mind. I couldn’t believe my lover would do such absurd things. Seeing me dazed, Bella fed me while comforting me. “Alright, Hubby, don’t worry about me. Let’s work hard together to build our little home.” After finishing the meal, I was truly distracted, so I let Bella go home to rest. Staring at the ceiling, I was at a loss. 3 Why is it like this? That “99,” I confirmed it countless times. Why did she betray me? After staying up all night, my eyes were bloodshot, but I also saw through this relationship. Maybe I should find an excuse to believe Bella. Maybe those ninety-nine times were forced? As long as she still loves me, I think I will stand behind her. After adjusting my state a bit, I went home. After Bella went to cook, I looked at her phone, falling into endless entanglement. Coincidentally, a message arrived, lighting up her screen. “Little vixen, you scream so nicely. The bros had a great time.” “Played with the bros for a week straight, isn’t that enough for you, slut?” “So many people, aren’t you afraid your husband will find out?” “Afraid of what? That cuckold is dying soon anyway!” I saw a group chat, messages popping up one after another. Just looking at these filthy words made me feel like I was in an ice cave. So, this week, Bella lied about a business trip to party with these wild men every night? Even having sex non-stop for a week? My vision went black. I wanted to pick up the phone to look closer. But Bella suddenly walked out of the kitchen. “Hubby, pass me my phone!” I picked up the phone, taking several deep breaths to suppress the blood in my throat. “What, need the phone to cook? Afraid of burning the pot?” “Oh, you’re annoying. I need to check a new recipe.” After Bella took the phone, the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen again. But my mind was in chaos. “Bella, I suddenly lost my appetite. I don’t want to eat. Going to sleep.” With that, I went straight to the bedroom. The first few sentences I saw could be understood as a cheating couple talking dirty for thrills. But what did the last sentence mean? What does “dying soon” mean? The room was dark. My thoughts wandered uncontrollably. Since getting married, Bella had been cooking for me diligently. Could it be she was eager to murder her husband? Suddenly, Bella opened the bedroom door and touched my head with concern. “What’s wrong, Hubby? Not feeling well?” “Yeah, no appetite. Pity I can’t eat.” Bella waved her hand and crawled into my arms. “It’s okay, Hubby. I know you’re tired. Let’s rest early.” She curled up in my arms, breathing soon becoming steady. Looking at her harmless appearance, my heart was mixed with flavors. After marriage, I only rested at home for an hour a day, spending the rest overtime. When busy, I wasn’t even home. What was Bella doing when I wasn’t home? I closed my eyes painfully, not knowing how to face Bella. Not long after, Bella moved. She carefully slipped out of my embrace, seemingly leaning close to me. “Hubby, are you asleep?” I maintained steady breathing, giving no response. Five minutes later, Bella moved again. The bedroom light was dim. I felt her lift the quilt and take off her pajamas. Then she opened a group chat on her phone, started a group video, and moaned coquettishly. “Daddies, miss me?” After typing, Bella squeezed her chest, stuck out her tongue for a selfie, and posted a Moment. “Lonely night, begging brothers to love me.” 4 Soon, Bella’s post had countless red dots. Unread messages came one after another. And every message was explicit and ambiguous to the extreme. I maintained my posture, letting Bella lie in my arms flirting with other men. Because I forced my breathing to stay steady, Bella didn’t notice I was awake. Watching her reply to messages one by one, my heart sank deeper. Until the last message she replied to caught my attention. “Honey, did he eat the nutritious meal today?” “Sigh, he said no appetite, didn’t eat. Did he discover something?” “Brother Wang, was the medicine too strong?” “Not really. Small doses frequently. At most, it overloads his heart, increasing the chance of sudden death when staying up late working.” “Don’t worry, that drug is unheard of. Dissolves in water without a trace. Impossible to detect.” …… Looking at this disgusting chat history, I only felt cold in my limbs. Bella, who ran the love marathon with me for ten years, wanted to poison me? I thought I really worked too hard, stayed up too late, leading to acute myocardial infarction. Never thought Bella had a hand in this! I’ve read many mystery novels with poisoning plots. Not only is the dosage meticulous, but the degree of onset is also calculated. Just enough to make the poison most effective on calculated days. Acute myocardial infarction is just a basic complication. Perhaps my fear disrupted my breathing, Bella, who was typing happily, suddenly froze. After a long silence, Bella spoke again. “Hubby, are you awake?” I feigned steady breathing, not answering. “Strange, nightmare?” Bella muttered to herself, posed a bit more on the bed, then fell into a deep sleep. Although my eyes were closed, my thoughts were chaotic, with no intention of sleeping. The next day, I got up early, preparing to work and support the family. Bella, as usual, used all her skills to make a beautiful, delicious breakfast. Looking at the exquisite sandwich garnished with cherry tomatoes, I recalled past joy and current chills. Hard to imagine such carefully prepared food contained deadly poison for a lover. Even delicacies tasted like wax to me now. Despite mental struggles, I couldn’t swallow. I could only sigh, comforting Bella: “Sorry, Bella, still no appetite.” “Maybe hospitalized too long, really can’t eat.” Hearing this, Bella also sighed. Seeming very disappointed, she forced a smile: “Hubby, you worked hard.” “Don’t push yourself in the future. Let’s work together, it will definitely get better.” I nodded and walked towards the entrance. Bella, as in the past, considerately fixed my hair and tie. “Hubby, I’ll wait for you to come home.” I stared blankly at the affectionate girl in front of me, momentarily unable to distinguish reality. I wasn’t sure how I left the house. When I reacted, I was already at a legal consultation office. Bella’s affection was just a disguise she thought was clever. Confused by her feelings, I once couldn’t let go. Now that I figured it out, it wasn’t so hard. Since Bella is unkind, I can only be unjust. I stepped into this legal office and booked a top lawyer directly. I told my lawyer everything that happened recently and every bit of my time with Bella. The lawyer recorded everything about Bella’s infidelity, group lewdness, and suspected poisoning. He said as a professional lawyer, he would protect the client’s rights. Confidentiality is his job. He also asked what legal help I needed. “Mr. Zhou, I have a rough understanding of the conflict between you and your wife.” “Evidence of infidelity is easy to find, but poisoning requires more conclusive proof.” “Video evidence is best, so you don’t have to worry about the other party biting back.” I pondered, lamenting that professional matters should be left to professionals. “How should I prepare video evidence to be legal and effective?” I knew recording was viable. But I didn’t know what time frame or what kind of video evidence would nail Bella to the pillar of shame without any chance of turning the tables. The lawyer tapped the table with his index finger, thinking. After a brief silence, he spoke. “Please try to collect video evidence while ensuring legality, Mr. Zhou.” “For example, install cameras in the bedroom for work or health reasons, and accidentally record her poisoning you.” “Naturally, the immediate priority is to do a full physical examination to confirm what drug your wife used on you.” “As long as the evidence loop is complete and logical, she won’t escape even with wings.” After speaking, the lawyer looked at me with a trace of pity in his eyes. “As for assets under your name, Mr. Zhou, you need to consolidate them. We will calculate the maximum vested interest in property division for you.” “Okay, I understand.”

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When my childhood sweetheart arrived, I pushed my stepsister into the pool. She looked terrified, but inside, she was gloating. 【Finally, the second male lead sees how vicious the villainess truly is. Now he should protect me and break ties with her completely, right?】 The next second, my childhood sweetheart turned around vigilantly and started guarding the door for me. 01 Ethan Sterling saw me push Sarah into the water. His first reaction was to check if anyone else was around. His second reaction was to smash the surveillance camera overhead. His third reaction was to lock the door from the inside. It looked a lot like he was helping me destroy evidence. His movements were smooth and practiced, as if he had done similar things before. Sarah, who was fake-flailing in the water, froze for a moment, even forgetting to act. 【What does he mean by this?】 In her panic, Sarah started to sink. Finally unable to hold back, she cried out, her voice choking with tears, “Ethan…” Her face was pale from choking on water, coughing incessantly. I watched with a smile. Sarah must have dressed up deliberately today. Her white dress became almost transparent when wet, her black hair plastered to her skin, pale pink lips, and doe-like eyes. Even before she got out of the water, she looked pitiful enough to arouse sympathy. But I’m different. I’m the vicious villainess. I don’t pity her. Ethan turned a deaf ear, scanning the area around the pool. “Are you okay?” He walked to my side, his voice warming slightly. “You forgot your phone up there.” “I wasn’t the one who fell in, of course I’m fine,” I smiled at him, my eyes curving. “She suddenly called me down here, and I forgot to grab it.” Seeing Ethan approach, Sarah weakly extended a hand: “Ethan, save me…” In her heart, she was gritting her teeth. 【Why? The plot isn’t like this! Shouldn’t he jump in distressed and hold me? Is he not moved by me yet at this point?】 Ethan glanced at her. He didn’t like to talk much. At this moment, he just dropped a concise sentence: “Be careful yourself. Don’t rely on others.” Sarah: “…” She was furious inside: 【Is he blind? It was clearly the villainess who pushed me in on purpose!】 I almost laughed out loud. 02 After leaving the pool with Ethan, he took me to breakfast. This trip was a study tour organized by the Academy. The garden restaurant of this estate was beautifully decorated. Sunlight filtered through emerald vines, dappling like stars. A breeze brushed past, making the light dance like elves. After I sat down and started ordering, Ethan stood by the back of my chair and started using his phone. He seemed to be chatting with someone, his expression serious, long fingers tapping on the screen. Sunlight fell into his dark pupils, reflecting a shimmering wave of light. I couldn’t be bothered to look at his phone. I knew he was paying for the surveillance camera. He broke it, so of course he paid for it. Although the Sterling family had shares in this estate, Ethan wouldn’t let the pool staff bear the loss. He was inherently a man of principle, full of justice and empathy, cold on the outside but warm on the inside. A good person in the worldly sense. So I was a little curious: “Really not saving Sarah? Aren’t you afraid she’ll drown?” “She won’t die,” Ethan put away his phone. “If she would, you wouldn’t have left her there.” Actually, he was right. Sarah could swim; she wouldn’t drown. “I’m not that kind,” I said slowly. “I wish she were dead.” Ethan was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, he squatted down in front of me, looking up at me. This was the posture he habitually used when he had something to discuss with me or wanted my opinion. We had been childhood sweethearts for eighteen years. When we were little, girls developed faster. He was shorter than me and always followed silently behind me, teased by our families as my little follower. But Ethan in adolescence shot up like bamboo after spring rain. I had to look up at him every time. I complained once that looking up was tiring. After that, he would always lower his head when talking to me. Or like now, deliberately maintain a position lower than mine. “Chloe,” he seemed to hesitate, his usually cold tone much gentler, “even if you really think so, can you please not act on it?” I was bored and replied casually: “Why? Not even if I don’t get caught?” “Doing anything leaves traces,” Ethan frowned slightly, lowering his eyes in thought. His overly handsome profile against the light had a coldness that felt inhuman. “If you really hate her that much…” I knew him too well. He generally didn’t let me do bad things, but if I really wanted to, he would do them for me. His principles were always thoroughly destroyed when it came to me. Me: “…” I realized he was already considering the possibility of disposing of Sarah himself, so I interrupted him. I pinched his cheeks with both hands, my tone serious: “Ethan Sterling, what are you saying? I was joking. I’m a law-abiding citizen, and so are you.” We were very close, breaths audible. I liked a kind of lemon mint candy. Ethan always carried some for me. We ate two together in the morning. So when I got close, I could smell a faint scent of candy. Ethan’s cold expression suddenly cracked, staring at me blankly. Then, I noticed a flush spreading from his neck directly to the back of his ears. He suddenly stepped back and stood up. I blinked. I couldn’t help thinking, how could such a good Ethan be the “second male lead” Sarah talked about? What author would write him as the second lead? Whoever it is has no taste and shouldn’t expect to make money writing novels in this lifetime. 03 My parents divorced early, and I had always lived with my mother. Sarah was the daughter brought by my dad’s new wife when he remarried last year. At first, I didn’t pay attention to her. After all, she had nothing to do with me. But the day Sarah transferred to my academy, Saint Ives, I gained the ability to read minds. Only effective on her. She seemed not to belong here, always saying weird things. Like she was reincarnated from birth. Like this is a huge novel world called The White Moonlight of the Noble Academy. She waited a long time for the plot to finally start. We are all characters in the novel. Sarah is the heroine. With her stubbornness, hard work, purity, and kindness, she will eventually become the goddess of the entire academy, with countless people falling at her feet. I am the vicious villainess, Ethan is the deeply affectionate second male lead, and the male lead is the scholarship student of our academy, Noah Reed. At first, I thought she was crazy. Later, I found out she actually knew some of my family’s secrets. Plus, I possessed something unscientific like mind-reading and couldn’t even tell anyone about the plot. This force majeure didn’t seem like something humans possessed, so I gradually believed her story. But I didn’t care. After all, the real world is certainly different from a novel. Sarah couldn’t possibly be omniscient and control everyone’s fate as she imagined. Her IQ wasn’t high, but she was very self-righteous. Pretending to be a little white flower, but her acting skills were terrible and couldn’t fool many people. But somehow, she seemed to really have something like a “heroine’s halo.” I tried various methods, but I couldn’t keep her away from my world. She would always appear in front of me, calling me “Sister Chloe” with an innocent face. Like a stubborn main storyline, every time it deviated a little, it would be corrected. However, other than making her transfer schools, I could do anything else. So I treated Sarah as an annoying piece of chewing gum. Honestly, no such person had ever appeared in my life before, so I looked at Sarah with a sense of novelty. Occasionally, out of curiosity, I would even cooperate with her to follow the plot. I wanted to test if some of the plot points she mentioned would develop as expected. But this indulgence stopped during this study tour, the second Ethan appeared in front of her with me. She stared at Ethan: 【The second male lead is so handsome… Can we fast forward to the night the villainess drugs me? I want to sleep with him.】 I got angry. So when she asked me to go to the deserted pool, I went. I pushed her in. Just as I wanted to push Sarah’s head into the water to let her change the water in her brain, Ethan came. I regretfully abandoned this action. Even if he just saw it, he would become my accomplice. Moreover, he would definitely stop me, and then maybe kill Sarah himself. Ethan was a clean person, never having done anything bad, without any stains. I wouldn’t allow him to go astray for me. 04 My good mood didn’t last long. Halfway through the meal, a familiar voice came from behind: “Sister Chloe…” I turned my head and saw Sarah, wrapped in a white bath towel, looking timid and pitiful. Beside her was a handsome boy whose clothes were washed white. He nodded to me, his smile polite and gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze: “President, Vice President.” —This was the male lead, Noah Reed, a scholarship student with excellent grades in the academy. This White Moonlight of the Noble Academy was an old-school novel. As the vicious villainess, I would naturally be madly obsessed with the male lead. In the original plot, I saved Noah from bullying. Because I liked him and helped him a lot, he always regarded me as his salvation. However, a villainess is a villainess. I wasn’t the kind and warm person he saw, just good at pretending. Later, I framed Sarah everywhere, becoming a stumbling block between Noah and Sarah, creating many misunderstandings for them. Until my true colors were exposed, the male and female leads finally got together. Sarah snatched this plot. She went to save Noah first, although she didn’t seem to save him. The male lead wasn’t bullied at all. She muttered about this in her heart for a long time. Knowing this, I didn’t care. I am the Student Council President of the academy. To maintain order, solving bullying is normal, no matter who it is. In the original plot, my saving Noah must have been accidental. I didn’t know him well. At most, we interacted regarding the quota for financial aid. I wasn’t interested in him, let alone obsessed. If he wanted to be with Sarah, that was his business, nothing to do with me. But I still greeted Noah with a smile: “Student Noah.” Ethan also nodded. We completely ignored Sarah. Her face changed slightly, and she was furious inside: 【Damn Chloe Vance, pushed me down, and is eating a big meal here herself!】 Sarah was just my dad’s stepdaughter and didn’t have much money. This restaurant was pricey; she probably couldn’t bear to eat here. “Thank you for saving me just now, Noah,” Sarah pulled her clothes tighter, her voice soft. “Sister Chloe and I seem to have a misunderstanding. Just now she…” At this point, she choked up a little, looking like she had suffered a huge grievance. 【I’ll expose her true colors in front of the male lead and the second male lead. Let’s see how she pretends to be the high-and-mighty president!】 【The second male lead must have been dissatisfied with her for a long time, just pretending to be obedient because of family ties… And the male lead, the heroine should have fallen in love with him by now, right?】 【The male lead likes me, he will definitely help me get revenge.】 She lowered her head slightly, looking like she was about to cry: “Sister, I really want to reconcile with you. If you don’t want to listen to me, will you listen to Noah?” Ethan’s movements paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and moved closer to me, the air pressure around him dropping. I didn’t notice this, just realizing that the smile on Noah’s lips, precise as if measured, had changed slightly. He calmly pulled his sleeve out of Sarah’s hand, his tone distant: “Student Sarah, you said the President was with you and wanted to see me, so I went to the pool.” Sarah stared at him blankly. Noah’s tone was smiling, but his words were merciless: “You went down for a swim and came up. I didn’t get in the water the whole time. Don’t say things like ‘saving you’ that cause misunderstandings. Besides, you and the President aren’t sisters. What misunderstanding could you have with the President?” Sarah was choked speechless, cursing Noah fiercely in her heart. 【Pretentious guy! A poor ghost deserves to be the male lead! I cared for him so much during this time, and his attitude hasn’t changed at all. Is he an NPC? Impossible, even a stone should have melted!】 Facts proved it didn’t melt. The NPC male lead Noah was unaware of what Sarah was thinking. He just took another step back, continuing to distance himself from her. Sarah’s face turned green. This time I really laughed out loud.

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I have always hated my sister. I never understood why, even though we are twins, she has everything—beauty, popularity, grades—while I am the complete opposite. She is the school’s golden girl, the valedictorian-to-be. And me? I’m fat, not particularly smart, and introverted. My only friend hangs out with me just because she hates Lily as much as I do. People at school don’t believe I’m Lily’s twin sister. They often mock me with exaggerated laughs: “Oh my god, Emma, is Lily really your sister? You two are like night and day.” “Emma, why is your sister so perfect and you’re so… tragic? Did you mutate in the womb?” Of course, they only dare to say these things to my face. Because if Lily heard them, she would stare at them blankly until they apologized to me. But if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have to endure this in the first place. So every day, I silently pray in my heart. If only Lily had never existed. 1 I didn’t always hate Lily. When we were little, for a long time, I was proud of her. She has been a star in school since she was young. I have never seen anyone better looking than her. Even in the uniform school clothes, she stood out in the crowd as if God favored her and gave her an extra filter. Not to mention her unparalleled grades. When I was painfully memorizing multiplication tables in elementary school, she could already use algebraic equations to solve word problems. Usually, the younger twin wouldn’t call the older one “sister,” but when I was little, I was most excited to point at Lily standing on various podiums and brag to my friends: “See that? That’s my sister.” They would often look at me with envy, jealous that I had such an amazing sister. When did this situation start to change? Probably once after I finished bragging, a kid asked me seriously and confusedly: “Emma, why is your sister so outstanding, but you are so mediocre?” Mediocre. That was the first time I heard that word. Before that, I never felt how bad I was. Maybe because Mom often told me: “Emma, you are the normal child. Your sister is a super mutation, so don’t compare yourself to her. In Mom’s heart, you and Lily are equally excellent, understand?” I would nod obediently every time, knowing I wasn’t bad, just that Lily was too outstanding. That was the first time someone asked me, why are you so mediocre? Yeah, why? Why did we grow in the same womb, and Lily was only born eleven minutes and eight seconds earlier than me, yet she is so excellent? Of course, this doubt was fleeting. When Lily used her prize money to buy me cake, I would forget all about it, rush over to hug her arm, and say Lily, you are the best. Lily would turn her head to look at me, her face, carved like white jade, looking cold. From a young age, she had a coldness that pushed people away. She turned a blind eye to my coquetry and only said indifferently: “You can eat after you finish the exercises I gave you.” I wailed loudly. Mentally, Lily and I seemed to differ not by eleven minutes and eight seconds, but by eleven years and eight months. Of course, Lily isn’t perfect either. I don’t know if this is a common problem for all geniuses, but her emotions are much scarcer than ordinary people. Later, when I watched the BBC show “Sherlock,” I often saw Lily’s shadow in the genius named Sherlock. Only she is a bit more taciturn. When Lily and I were babies, she already showed characteristics different from ordinary babies. Mom said she rarely cried, always staring quietly at the environment with a pair of dark eyes. Occasionally, when annoyed by my crying, she would frown and cover my mouth with her hand. Later, when she learned to speak and walk, at the age when children are annoying, she would always sit there quietly, playing with those educational toys and quickly finding the patterns. Her precociousness worried my mom. Although people around us praised my mom for her good fortune, saying this child looked extraordinary and would surely amaze the world in the future, Mom still often looked at Lily and frowned. This worry reached its peak when Lily and I were six. That year, I picked up a sparrow with a broken wing, holding it in my palm to bring back for Mom to save. The next day, Lily dissected the sparrow. The sparrow was carefully cut open from the middle of the abdomen. Its heart, lungs, and kidneys were neatly arranged on the side. Lily looked up amidst Mom’s suppressed scream of surprise, even wearing plastic gloves stained with blood. She really didn’t understand the horror on my and Mom’s faces, just explaining seriously: “I read in a book that ‘although the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs.’ I just wanted to verify if it was true.” I was scared into crying loudly and had a high fever that night. I remember being afraid of Lily for a while because of this. Mom took Lily to see a doctor, but fortunately, Lily didn’t have an antisocial personality disorder; she just had mild Asperger’s Syndrome. After the third or fourth grade, no signs of this syndrome could be seen in Lily. She talked normally with other kids and participated in group activities. Mom thought Lily was cured. Only I felt it was because of Lily’s high IQ. She was good at observing and learning. She just gradually found the skills to get along with people from Mom’s attitude of facing a formidable enemy. She couldn’t feel the emotions of others at all, nor did she have any feelings for anything, except me. Only with me would Lily show emotions that didn’t belong to high-functioning autism. She seemed to like me very much. Even though I hated her so much later, my genius twin sister with emotional barriers seemed to give me her only normal human emotions. 2 Lily didn’t really have any hobbies. She didn’t like sweets, pretty new clothes, amusement parks, traveling, or the daily updated teen dramas. She didn’t even immerse herself in books because she liked them, but because she found the things in them more interesting than real people and events. The reason I say she seemed to like me is that she would use her prize money to buy me desserts, buy me skirts I liked, and bring me limited edition posters of stars whose names she never knew. She knew all my preferences like the back of her hand and satisfied me as much as possible. After I gradually distanced myself from her in middle school, she liked to look at me quietly with a frown from time to time. I knew she was observing me. When encountering something she didn’t understand, she observed quietly until the mystery was solved. She didn’t know why I distanced myself from her. I distanced myself from Lily, initially just because of the shame of puberty. The passage of time widened the gap between Lily and me. She became fairer and prettier, her exquisite features clear and refined, her body tall and slender like growing shoots, just like Snow White in comic books, plus her report card that always ranked first. I don’t know if it was the nutritional distribution in the womb for twins, but my body was weaker than Lily’s when I was young. I often took medicine when I was little. At that time, the difference between Lily and me wasn’t particularly big. At least in appearance, I was a cute little dumpling. But when peers started puberty in fifth or sixth grade, I seemed to be played at 0.5x speed. My body expanded horizontally, becoming fat. Even though I deliberately controlled my diet, I still gained weight uncontrollably even drinking water, plus my increasingly terrible grades. These made me gradually sensitive and inferior. Lily and I were not in the same class, but my teacher’s favorite sentence to me was: “Emma, can you learn from your sister?” I comforted myself that every teacher who said this to me might have started with the intention of hoping for my improvement, a good starting point. But their gaze looking down from the podium always contained a fleeting… regret and disgust. As if saying why the one assigned to this class wasn’t Lily. Whenever this happened, classmates would turn around to look at me in unison, their eyes filled with sympathy, understanding, and pity. I shrank myself again and again, wanting to shrink into the desk hole to shield all these gazes. But it was useless; these gazes followed like shadows. Although I went from bragging about Lily to never mentioning her, every time Lily shone brightly on the podium, I could always hear whispers pointing at me: “That’s Emma, Lily’s twin sister. Weird, right? They are twins, but not alike at all.” “Huh? That’s her.” “Are she and Lily fraternal twins? I heard fraternal twins would be completely different.” “God, the gap between her and Lily is as big as a fairy and an ugly duckling.” Of course, I understood this discussion was just curiosity, unrelated to malice—children’s malice is always hidden under a cloud of innocence. Also, Mom’s attitude towards me at home became more and more cautious. Lily and I didn’t have a father. He sacrificed himself to save a drowning person before Lily and I were born, so Mom raised us alone. She is a good mother. To avoid partiality caused by the huge gap between the two children, she tried her best to praise me from all angles, wanting to avoid my increasingly unbalanced and inferior mentality. Even between Lily and me, she paid more attention and care to me. I didn’t want her to be sad. Thinking of this, I would hide my inferiority and jealousy well, pretending nothing was wrong to talk and get along with Lily, ask her questions, be a coquettish and innocent sister, making my alienation from her look not so alienated. Maybe my emotions were often erratic, so Lily would often frown at my abnormality, as if not understanding what was wrong with me. As if I were the hardest problem she had ever done. She didn’t understand, which was right. Human emotions are ever-changing, complicated enough that even the person themselves can’t understand, let alone Lily who only knew a little about emotions. She wouldn’t hear the words I heard, and everyone around looked at her with admiration and praise. Although she didn’t care about these, she wouldn’t encounter everything I encountered. I tried hard to counsel myself psychologically. I told myself Charlie Munger once said: “In a person’s long life, there are two things that must never be done. The first is never to feel sorry for yourself, and the second is never to be jealous—jealousy is the only one of the seven deadly sins that has no fun at all.” Until she and I advanced to high school together. 3 Lily gave a speech on stage as the representative of new students. On the first day of enrollment, she became famous throughout the grade. Good grades, good looks, especially that cool aloofness. When I returned to class after the ceremony, she had become the recognized school beauty of the new grade. People in the class were discussing the name of the girl who just spoke on behalf of the freshmen and why she was so pretty. I sat by the wall without saying a word, attempting to make myself invisible from this topic. But it was useless. This town is just this big. There were many familiar faces in the same grade. From those whispers containing “Lily,” “twins,” and so on, I saw many gossiping eyes looking back towards me. Then, without exception, with obvious disappointment and shock, as if saying: “What, she is the school beauty genius Lily’s twin sister?? Genetic mutation?” I had learned to turn a blind eye to such gazes. Lily and I were not assigned to the same class. When I was packing my bag after school, I heard wow sounds in the class, boys’ voices especially prominent. I looked up out the window and unsurprisingly saw Lily standing at the classroom door waiting for me. Even though I had faced that face every day since birth, I still had to admit that every time I saw Lily suddenly, I would subconsciously marvel from the bottom of my heart, how could someone be so favored by the Creator. Lily stood expressionlessly at the door, habitually ignoring these amazed gazes, just waiting for me—we have gone to and from school together every day since we were young. But now, I suddenly wished she hadn’t appeared outside my classroom. On the way back, I remained silent. Lily turned her head, her clear and clean eyes like mercury reflecting my small shadow. She asked me: “Is someone bullying you?” Her expression was quiet, her tone flat, as if just asking casually. I knew she was serious. If I casually said a name, then within three days, the person I mentioned would definitely have bad luck. This is from my experience. Before elementary school, when Lily hadn’t become famous for her grades yet, nosy relatives often asked my mom if Lily was autistic. She was too cold and withdrawn, her emotions not like a child, overly stable to a scary degree. But she already knew how to protect me then. Kindergarten kids often snatched my things. Because I was weak and wouldn’t fight back like other kids or cry to the teacher, they called me “sickly,” pushing and pulling me to snatch my things. Every time this happened, Lily would open a pair of pitch-black eyes, quietly watching the person bullying me. Later, without exception, these people either found bugs in their schoolbags, or yellow sand mixed in their water cups and lunch boxes, or tripped over something unknown and fell flat on their backs, or fell off monkey bars or something else… I paused. The sentence “Lily, let’s go our separate ways from now on” spun around my mouth, but I held it back in the end. I forced a smile at Lily and whispered: “I don’t know anyone in the new class. Just started school, maybe still a bit unaccustomed.” Lily looked at me thoughtfully and didn’t speak. The next day, I heard my homeroom teacher quarreling with the homeroom teacher of Class 3. Because Lily submitted a class transfer application, the reason being she wanted to be in the same class as her sister. Class 3’s teacher naturally disagreed—Lily was the most promising student of the new batch. He was counting on Lily getting into or being recommended to the best university to bring him glory. My teacher was overjoyed upon hearing this. The two argued fiercely because of Lily. While they were arguing, the principal happened to pass by, asked in surprise what happened, and laughed after hearing the story. I think this might be the highlight moment of my entire high school life because the principal personally came forward and asked me if I wanted to transfer to Class 3 to be with Lily, or if I wanted my sister to transfer to my class. In my brief academic career so far, I have never been taken so seriously, of course, because of Lily’s halo. I wasn’t flattered but wanted to scream, to emit a majestic roar from the bottom of my heart. But I was too nervous. All eyes fell on me. I just felt suffocated, opened my mouth but couldn’t say a word. Finally, the principal made the decision and let me transfer to Class 3. Because they didn’t want the good student who brought glory to the school to move around. Unable to resist, I packed my things. When I stepped into Class 3, I experienced invisible bullying again. A slew of surprised, sympathetic, or amused looks and attention. Someone even exaggeratedly shouted, eyes scanning back and forth between Lily and me, then opened their mouth wide, whispering to the classmates around. This attention caused by Lily was like the flame of a pile of firewood, roasting me slowly bit by bit. It wouldn’t give you direct relief, but like boiling a frog in warm water, it eroded your endurance bit by bit. The unbearable numbness and hate penetrated from the skin to the bone, unable to break free, until it suddenly erupted. The teacher asked me to introduce myself. I ignored him directly, walked from the podium to the very back window seat under everyone’s surprised gaze, put down my bag and sat down as if in a fit of pique. So everyone’s gaze fell on Lily in surprise again. The teacher froze but didn’t say anything. Later after class, Lily came to find me to eat together. I looked at her expressionlessly and said coldly: “I don’t want to eat with you.” She froze but didn’t ask why, instead returning to her seat to read again. I sat alone in the back window seat, looking at her slender back, and simply turned my head away, out of sight, out of mind. The class gradually emptied. After a while, Lily came over again and asked me: “Eat?” Her tone was ordinary and calm, as if she didn’t see I was angry, as if the point of my sentence “I don’t want to eat with you” just now was not that I didn’t want to eat with her, but that I didn’t want to eat when she called me. So she waited for a while and came to ask me again. Not hungry just now, hungry now? Want to eat? If I still said I didn’t want to eat, then she would come ask me again in a while. Getting angry with Lily was like punching cotton hard. I really didn’t want to appear too unreasonable, but aren’t adolescent hormones unstable like this? I endured and endured, finally couldn’t help standing up, shouting loudly: “What exactly do you want? Can you not make decisions on your own? Did you ask me if I wanted to be in the same class as you? So many people circling around you, are you very proud? So many people using me to foil you, making you appear better and more excellent, are you very proud?” This sentence was actually completely me speaking without thinking, because Lily never had emotions similar to “pride and smugness” due to these external envies and comparisons. Even without my contrast, she was dazzlingly excellent. This is an objective fact. Only I, a sewer rat who is dark, damp, and jealous of my own twin sister, would judge others by myself and have such thoughts. If there is telepathy between twins, I wonder if Lily would sense the vicious thoughts I couldn’t control in countless late nights: If only Lily suddenly became ugly. If only Lily suddenly became stupid. If only Lily suddenly got fat. If only Lily never existed, if only I never had this sister… if only I were Lily… that would be great… How vicious. The closest family member harbors the most vicious curses against herself. If she knew what I thought, with her thin emotions, how would she view this sister of hers? Lily has never done anything to hurt me. I hate her simply because she is excellent. Her excellence makes me jealous, and jealousy gnaws at me day and night, accumulating into malice towards her that I can no longer hide. I glared at her, chest heaving rapidly due to anger and excitement, but a surge of pleasure floated from the depths of my brain. I even looked forward to what reaction Lily would make, surprised? Shocked? Sad? Angry? Disappointed? But Lily lowered her eyelashes, and I couldn’t see her expression clearly. She said nothing. 4 Lily and I fell into a cold war. Of course, it was my unilateral cold war. Lily treated me as usual. I ate alone, sat alone in the back, occasionally daydreaming, occasionally listening to the class. I still went home alone. Sometimes Lily would wait for me at the intersection near home, then enter the house one after another with me—she actually knew not to worry Mom. Besides that, I hoped everyone could treat me as invisible. But I actually received “friendship” invitations. Many girls in the class actually took the initiative to chat with me, pull me to eat, and come to talk to me after class. When did this start? Probably since the first monthly exam when Lily took first place in the whole school, with full marks in science and only losing over a hundred points in liberal arts combined. She was 195 points higher than the second place—because this was the first monthly exam, the school wanted to warn students to study hard later, so the difficulty of the test paper was at the highest intensity. Now she was truly famous throughout the school. All teachers looked at Lily with undisguised appreciation, their mantra becoming: “Same teacher, same classroom, how can Lily score so many points?” During breaks, boys from other classes often crowded the windows of our class along the corridor, coming to see this genius school beauty scholar. Even senior boys came. Her desk would be full of gifts and love letters every morning. Later, our teacher had to patrol the corridor frequently during breaks to drive away those boys. It wasn’t until the heat brought by Lily’s monthly exam slowly cooled down that it got better. I saw many girls in the class secretly looking at Lily, then whispering to each other. Those gazes looking over were emotions I was all too familiar with—jealousy, envy, disgust, disdain, pretended indifference… While saying they appreciated and admired Lily, they seemed to carry a magnifying glass in their eyes, attempting to find faults or flaws in Lily… Lily was also not good at or didn’t want to maintain interpersonal relationships. She was aloof and indifferent, wouldn’t echo girls’ topics, and looked at those boys confessing and hitting on her like looking at garbage, so there were many boys who turned angry from embarrassment. If you can’t get it, you want to destroy it—or pull you down from the altar, turning you into someone on the same level as him that he can get, this is the malice existing in the bones of most people. At first, a girl showed kindness to me, talked to me, asked me to eat, brought me some snacks, and then pulled me into her circle of friends, and I met her friends. I seemed to suddenly become very popular. Honestly, at first, I was a bit flattered by this sudden friendliness, especially seeing Lily seemed to be isolated by an invisible tacit understanding at the same time. That sense of superiority I had never experienced over Lily arose spontaneously. Every time PE class needed to form teams, Lily was the one left alone. The PE teacher stood in front, looked at Lily standing alone on the side, looked at the group of girls standing together, and asked in confusion: “Does this student have no partner? Which student is willing to team up with her?” The air was silent for a moment. Everyone was collectively silent, standing still. No one had discussed it beforehand; isolation became an invisible, naturally occurring collective behavior. Lily stood there indifferently, accepting everyone’s scrutiny, whether pitiful or mocking. Some people’s expressions gradually became excited, staring at Lily’s expression like watching a show. At this moment, the collective perpetrators were high above, as if they had leverage over Lily. They hoped this unreachable flower would bow down under collective power. I stood in the crowd, looking at Lily. Emotionally, I felt I should be very happy, but I couldn’t ignore that under the corners of my lips I tried to raise, there was a sudden uncontrollable sharp sting and empty dullness deep in my heart. I looked at Lily, wondering if she would look at me. If she looked at me, even a glance for help, what would I do? Would I immediately uncontrollably walk to her side? I wasn’t sure. Lily didn’t give me this chance either; she didn’t glance at me at all. She was not embarrassed, nor did she have the unease or begging for group acceptance that those people expected. She just looked at the PE teacher calmly and asked quietly: “Teacher, since no one wants to team up with me, can I go back to the classroom to read?” Later, Lily could skip all PE classes—this was a privilege given to her by the homeroom teacher. During the break on the playground, a girl opened the first topic seemingly unintentionally: “Emma, being sisters with someone like that must be hard, right?” Such an understated tone, as if just ordinary gossip between friends. The next second, everyone’s eyes fell on me coincidentally. I felt the hidden expectation in their eyes. I looked at the person asking me. Sophia. The second place crushed by Lily by 195 points in the first monthly exam. But unlike Lily, she was adept at interpersonal relationships. Less than two months after school started, she had faintly become the leader of the small group of girls. She was jealous of Lily or hated her, emotions I was all too familiar with. Without Lily, she might be the most brilliant and outstanding one. She was excellent, she just met Lily. Of course, if playing mind games could be scored, she would score more than 195 points higher than Lily. I understood the reason they befriended me. Probably all for this moment. For the moment I let down my guard, using this understated guiding question to guide me to express dissatisfaction with Lily, and then reveal some of Lily’s privacy or shortcomings. I thought no matter what I said, before school ended this afternoon, the bad words about Lily from my mouth would be embellished and become topics for everyone to discuss privately. “Huh? Is she such a person? Doesn’t look like it?” “Her own sister Emma said it, can it be fake?” “Tsk tsk, you really can’t judge a book by its cover, so pretentious.” “Tch, what’s the use of good grades? Character is so rotten.” … Thinking of this, I suddenly laughed out loud. Meeting those expectant eyes looking at me, I said: “It is indeed quite hard. My sister has been excellent and perfect since childhood, making me look like trash. I really envy her so much.” Sophia’s face stiffened, then she smiled, kind and gentle: “Is Lily like this at home too? Does she have no quirks?” She smiled again as she spoke, her face carrying just the right amount of curiosity and innocence, as if just gossip between friends: “Just pure curiosity, don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone.” I laughed. I thought my expression must be cooling down bit by bit, but the corners of my lips were still raised. I said: “Nothing like that. You deliberately forcing like this, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to make one up now so you can slander and spread rumors?” Everyone’s face didn’t look too good. Later, the class bell rang just in time. Everyone tacitly changed the subject, but when going back to the teaching building, they no longer held my arm and surrounded me in the middle like before, but intentionally or unintentionally left me at the end, separated by a short distance. Isolated so blatantly. Such familiar tactics. I sneered in my heart.

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Chapter 1 One week before the SATs, every student in my class bound themselves to a cheating system. Genius possession, grade stealing, score doubling… Everyone was convinced they would get into Harvard or Yale, so they started slacking off and partying recklessly. But they didn’t know that I held the “Fairness Judge System.” All cheating systems would become invalid on the day of the exam. I am their homeroom teacher, Mr. Walker. One week before the SATs, my students suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. The underachievers turned into straight-A students overnight. Only the class monitor, Sarah Reed, slipped from first place in the grade to the very bottom. Unable to bear the blow, she wanted to end her life. When I rushed to the rooftop, the principal was trying to persuade her: “Sarah, you’ve been number one for three consecutive years. You’re definitely Ivy League material. This mock exam was just an accident…” But the gap between the top and the bottom isn’t luck; it’s a solid three years of capability. Calling such a precipitous drop an “accident” was too light. Sarah’s eyes were empty, clutching a transcript with a score of 400 like a death warrant. Her family situation was terrible; they were like leeches. The SATs were her only chance to change her fate. Unless she gave up on herself, I couldn’t think of any reason for her to fall from the top of the pyramid to the bottom of the valley. I slowly moved half a step forward: “Sarah, did your parents hit you again? Or are they forcing you to drop out and work?” “Remember what I said? We have to save ourselves a thousand times over. The exam is right in front of us. Let’s fight to the end and not give up, okay?” Sarah’s shoulders trembled. She looked back at me, her voice shaking: “Mr. Walker, I remember! I didn’t give up! I knew every question when I was doing them, but after I handed it in, all the answers changed…” My heart skipped a beat. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have time to think. In this mock exam, the average score in our class was 1580, everyone capable of getting into Harvard. I suddenly realized that this unreasonable leap forward wasn’t just cheating; it could only be a system at work! Someone chose to take a shortcut and steal someone else’s grades. And Sarah was the victim! My face was solemn. I repeatedly assured Sarah that there was a way to retrieve her grades before I managed to talk her down. Then I rushed to check the surveillance footage and dragged the most suspicious student, Jason Miller, to the office: “You were sleeping the whole time during the exam. How did you get a 1590?” “Tell me, did you cheat?” Jason looked at the footage of himself sleeping soundly. At first, he refused to admit it. But after a few more questions, he exploded: “Yes! The whole class cheated!” “Except for Sarah, we all downloaded the ‘SAT Cheat System’ app. As long as we exchange things from the real world, we can easily get into the Ivy League.” I asked Jason: “What did you exchange for the skill?” Jason said nonchalantly: “My Golden Retriever, which I raised for eight years, was crushed into meat paste by a car right in front of me!” “How could you?” “It’s just a dog. It’s dead anyway. But with the Paper Swapping System, I can get into Harvard for sure!” “Mr. Walker, I’m one of the good ones!” “Emily traded her beauty for double scores. Chris used his sister’s unhappy marriage for the ‘God of Exams’ possession. Someone even sacrificed ten years of their parents’ lives…” He spoke righteously, as if the price paid was not worth mentioning. True, with his failing grades, getting into a community college would be luck. Suddenly able to change his life, he probably thought he was the chosen one, overjoyed. Little did he know, fate’s gifts had long been secretly priced. I looked at him with a subtle expression: “What about Sarah? Why exclude her?” Jason laughed gloatingly: “There are 40 people in the class, but only 39 systems. Sarah’s grades are so good she doesn’t need one. Besides, someone bound the Score Stealing System and specifically exchanged for Sarah’s score.” How ironic! They say the SAT is a fair scale, weighing the true weight of every ounce of effort. But the appearance of the system made effort a sin and scores a prey. For Sarah, I will not allow anyone to disrupt the exam with a system! Chapter 2 After comforting Sarah, I held a class meeting. Just as I wrote the words “No Shortcuts to Success” on the blackboard, a bottle of Gatorade flew over and hit me on the head. “So annoying!” Chris kicked his desk over: “Always preaching this crap. I used my sister’s unhappy marriage for the God of Exams system. She’s marrying an abusive guy next month.” “If you won’t let me take a shortcut, you go marry him for my sister.” Someone started it, and they stopped pretending. The classroom exploded instantly. Someone said: “I mortgaged my dad’s factory for a perfect Math score! That broken factory is going to close down sooner or later anyway. I don’t know why he’s holding on.” Another said: “My mom’s breast cancer gives her at most a month to live. What a pity, a month of life can only be exchanged for the essay topic.” My scalp tingled as I listened. I quickly called a halt: “Don’t be stupid! The system isn’t a shortcut; it’s a trap! It’s not too late to stop now!” In the silence, Jason suddenly stood up. “Mr. Walker, you’re saying all this because of Sarah, right?” “Because her score was stolen and she has no chance at college, you can’t stand to see us underachievers turn our lives around.” He grabbed a dirty broom and threw it at me: “Get out! Don’t delay us from getting into Harvard!” “Get out now! We don’t need you to manage us!” “We have the system now. We can get into Harvard easily. Do we need you to teach us?” Dodging in embarrassment, my heart turned completely cold. “Fine!” Good words can’t persuade a damned ghost: “Since you are all so amazing, classes are suspended for the seven days before the exam. Self-study.” The whole class cheered. Only Sarah followed me to prepare for the exam, never relaxing for a moment. In two consecutive mock exams, she was still last. I wiped away her tears: “You have to trust me. The exam will definitely be fair!” Under my indulgence, the whole class slacked off crazily. Until the day before the SATs, Jason suddenly came to me with a mournful face: “Mr. Walker! The system… the system is ignoring us!” “How could that be?” I put on a surprised expression: “You are all the chosen ones.” “It’s true!” His voice trembled: “My X-ray Vision System hasn’t responded for two hours. I asked the others, and their systems failed too!” I slammed the table: “The system must be charging up! Tomorrow is the exam; it’s going to give you guys a big boost!” Jason’s eyes lit up: “Really?” “Of course!” I swore solemnly, spouting nonsense: “If it doesn’t give you Harvard or Yale, it would be unfair to the high price you paid.” Jason’s face finally looked better: “I knew it. My dog couldn’t have died in vain.” He rushed back to the classroom to tell the others: “Everyone must believe in the system. Our class will sweep the state top scores this year!” People are stupid, but voices are loud. Cheers resounded in the corridor, and people ran and shouted in the hallway. The entire senior year was fighting for their future. With their ruckus, students in other classes were inevitably affected. I quickly comforted them: “The system descended on our class, doesn’t that prove you are all chosen talents? I’m counting on you for this year’s Teacher of the Year award.” “How about this? I’ll give you a holiday to go home and let the system rest well.” Everyone left, only Sarah looked dejected. She held the zero-score test paper that had been swapped, asking me uneasily: “Mr. Walker, what if my score is swapped again during the real exam?” I looked into her eyes and promised repeatedly: “It won’t happen. I promise you.” Chapter 3 On the day of the SATs, I was responsible for monitoring the surveillance of the exam hall. When I zoomed in, the students in my class with systems behaved differently. Either they lay down to sleep directly, handing in a blank paper. Or they discovered something was wrong with the system and scratched their heads in anxiety. Only Sarah was writing furiously. I zoomed in and checked; her accuracy rate was almost 100%. After the first section, Jason found me at the entrance of the exam hall. He looked panicked and pale: “Mr. Walker, my Paper Swapping System is dead. No matter how I summon it, it doesn’t appear!” “I already promised my dad I would definitely get into Harvard. He’s already bragged about it! If I don’t get in, he’ll beat me to death!” Other classmates also gathered around, talking all at once: “My Correct Answer Prompt System didn’t ring at all. I guessed all the multiple-choice questions!” “I was smart to grab the Life Exchange System…” I smiled and comforted them: “Don’t worry, everyone. The system will definitely explode when the scores are tallied!” After sending everyone away, I waved to Sarah in the corner. “You performed well today. Keep it up. You will definitely get into your dream school.” Finally, no one came to complain to me about the last few sections. Under my perfunctory compliments, they all believed they could get into the Ivy League. They even fought over who would be the state top scorer. The whole class was floating on air. Only Sarah came to me to estimate her score after the exam. She cried with red eyes: “If the system swaps my score again, my parents won’t let me repeat a year. They say the family is poor and want me to marry to get a dowry for my brother’s tuition.” Jason laughed exaggeratedly: “What score are you estimating? You should be estimating your bride price!” Chris was even more excessive, snatching Sarah’s score estimation sheet and tearing it to shreds. “Don’t dream about Harvard, you bumpkin. Hurry up and get married, have a few losing propositions like you, and then continue to sell daughters for dowries.” Their malice made Sarah lower her head. My heart ached. I quickly hugged her tight. “Don’t listen to their nonsense. You have to trust me. The exam must be fair.” “Apply for Harvard with peace of mind. I will help you solve everything!” On the day the SAT scores were released, the students bound to the system brought their parents and reporters. They bragged to the camera: “I look down on state universities. Ivy League is barely acceptable!” “This year’s state top scorer is among us. The admissions offices of Harvard and Yale will come to snatch us soon!” Bragging wasn’t enough; they had to be sarcastic to me: “A rookie meeting a phoenix, what dumb luck! Bringing out a group of top students like us, you’ll win the Master Teacher title lying down!” People present just thought they were crazy. Students from the next class burst into laughter: “Heard your class lost their minds long ago. Reading too many novels damaged your brains? Uninstall the trash games on your phones before you speak.” Then Chris took the lead, and Jason followed. Betting that if they didn’t get into Harvard, they would eat shit while doing a handstand. Their confidence crushed Sarah. She shrank behind me with a worried face, sobbing uncontrollably: “Mr. Walker, I’m scared. If I get a zero again, I’ll really die.” “Nothing to be afraid of. With me here, the exam is absolutely fair and just!” “And I will definitely catch the person who stole your score!” As the time for score release approached, the students in our class dreamed bigger and bigger. “If Harvard and Yale come to snatch us later, who will you choose?” “Needless to say, whoever licks my boots better, I’ll choose them.” “I heard Yale has good pizza. If I say I want to eat it, will the president make it for me immediately?” “Your appetite is too small. What’s pizza? I want Harvard to give me a house, right next to Boston Common.” “Haha, then I want one in Manhattan…” Everyone was dumbfounded listening to them, looking at me with unbearable eyes. Clearly, they were the crazy ones, but I was the one losing face. Soon, the big screen flashed, releasing the scores. The students in our class were collectively dumbfounded and shut up abruptly. “How could this be?! I have the Perfect Score System! Where did the zero come from!” “I have the X-ray Vision System. I clearly copied the correct answers. How could it be… zero!” “I got zero too! I clearly swapped Sarah’s score…” Jason suddenly turned his head, staring at Sarah: “Did you do it on purpose?! Purposefully got a zero to ruin my life!” Amidst the uproar, Sarah’s score shone on the screen. 1600 points. A perfect score. The state top scorer for sure. Jason’s eyes widened in disbelief. After a shrill scream, he squatted on the ground and tore his hair frantically. Amid the wailing of the whole class, I sneered silently. Did you really think you could get into Harvard by binding a cheating system? Sorry, I have the “Fairness Judge System,” specializing in punishing all kinds of cheating. What awaits you next is not an admission letter from Harvard, but the judgment of justice. Chapter 4 My class producing a 1600-point state top scorer and 39 zeros exploded on social media. Parents blocked me in the office demanding an explanation. “Taught by the same teacher, why did Sarah get 1600 and my son get zero? If you don’t explain clearly, I’ll report you to the Board of Education!” “There must be something fishy. My daughter usually scores over 1300 in mocks. How could she suddenly get a zero?” “If you don’t give a reasonable explanation, I’ll call the police to arrest you!” And those students who clamored for me not to manage them all dodged their eyes, daring not look at me. Now they didn’t mention the system. I sneered and was about to speak when Jason rushed out. “Dad, Mr. Walker never cared about us. He only tutored Sarah. My zero is all his fault!” “Yes, Mr. Walker is biased. I didn’t even dare to ask him questions.” “He didn’t grade homework and called us stupid. It’s all his fault!” They raked backwards. Their exquisite acting made me tremble with anger. Reporters at the door pointed their cameras at me: “Mr. Walker, students reported that you treated them differently for a long time, causing psychological imbalance and leading to them all getting zeros.” “How do you respond to the accusation that you are unfit to be a teacher?” I sneered. Just as I was about to refute, Jason’s dad grabbed my collar. “What’s there to explain? This scum must have taken money from Sarah’s family and spent all his time tutoring her, ignoring my son!” Sarah trembled and testified for me: “It’s not like that. They are lying. It was clearly them saying they had systems…” “Shut up! Is it your turn to speak?!” Jason picked up a water cup and threw it. I quickly broke free and shielded Sarah behind me. The cup hit my back. With a “bang,” the whole room went dead silent. I slowly looked up, my eyes cold: “Have you acted enough of this blame-shifting drama?” When fairness is profaned, someone always has to be the guardian of the scale. I took out my phone and clicked on a video. In the video, they were making bold statements: “It’s just a dog. It’s dead anyway. With the X-ray vision skill, I can definitely get into Harvard!” “I used my sister’s unhappy marriage to exchange for a difficulty reduction system. She has to marry an abuser next month, hahaha!” “I mortgaged my dad’s factory for a Math score of 800!” “Pity my mom’s breast cancer gives her at most a month to live…” The video continued to play. Every word of them insulting me and telling me to get out relying on the system was clearly audible. The parents’ faces turned from angry to iron blue. A parent asked: “This… what is this?!” I said coldly: “It’s evidence that your children tried to trade life span for scores, relatives for answers, and use systems to cheat!” The parents turned their heads sharply, staring at their children. Several parents started hitting their kids on the spot. The office was instantly in chaos. Jason was slapped to the ground by his dad. Chris was pinned to the ground and beaten wildly. All the zero-score students were being beaten by their parents. Reporters took photos frantically. Public opinion reversed instantly. Jason suddenly pointed at me hysterically: “It’s you! You made us believe in the system!” Everyone paused, looking at me in unison. “You said the holiday before the exam, right? Mr. Walker, you still can’t escape responsibility!” “If it weren’t for you, how could these children believe in such absurd things like systems?” “Their minds are immature. As the homeroom teacher, you must take full responsibility.” I laughed in anger, raising an eyebrow: “Evidence? None, right?” “But I have evidence of your children cheating.”

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My brother is a stoic, New York business tycoon who practices a vow of silence—strict, disciplined, and cautious. I, on the other hand, am a chatterbox. To win him over, I practice calling myself “sister-in-law” in the mirror every day. While he meditates in seclusion at home, I spread rumors about him outside. When he goes to Germany for business, I tell everyone he’s going for “German Orthopedics” (a slang term implying incestuous relationships, often used in anime/manga culture, here adapted to mean something scandalous). When he sets me up on blind dates with handsome guys, I claim it’s all part of his play, a prelude to a “possessive brother forced love” scenario. I annoyed this cold, detached man so much that he almost started casting spells with sign language. Later, he became intense, and perverted. He tied me to the headboard with his tie, his distinct knuckles tracing dirty words on my waist stroke by stroke: “Read it out loud.” My face burned red, I bit the pillow and shook my head with tears in my eyes. Too dirty, couldn’t say it. He smiled, his slender fingers caressing my lower abdomen: “Such a thin waist, yet such a sharp tongue.” “Did you really think you could handle everything?” 1 At 9 AM sharp, I appeared downstairs at the Sterling Group building. Admiring my beauty in the elevator reflection, I enunciated clearly: “Good morning, sister-in-law. You look radiant today as always.” The employee in a suit next to me glanced at me, looking like his CPU had fried, and quietly moved away. Carrying the “love breakfast” for my brother, Ethan Sterling, I marched into the CEO’s office with my head held high. A few days ago, I had a big fight with Ethan. Mostly me fighting, him listening. He wanted to find me a marriage partner. I said exasperatedly: “It’s not like you don’t know, the person I like is you!” Ethan practices a vow of silence to avoid sins of speech and lies. He wears a string of eighteen prayer beads on his wrist year-round. Every time he breaks his vow and speaks, he has to drop a bead into a wooden box. Until all eighteen beads are gone, he can never speak again. And now, only fifteen beads remain. The three lost beads were all because of me. Ethan fingered the beads on his wrist one by one, eyebrows furrowed. He signed a few words back: “I am your brother.” “Not by blood!” “You are too young.” I puffed out my chest: “You’re the one who’s small, I’m a D-cup!” “I don’t like you.” I said decisively: “Impossible, how could anyone in the world not like me!” My second brother, Liam, standing aside, was dumbfounded: “No, sis, aren’t you a bit too narcissistic?” Ethan’s expression didn’t change a bit. Posture like a pine, back straight, as if no waves could shake his resolve: “Find her suitable guys of the same age, arrange meetings.” I kicked Liam in anger and ran away from home. After a week of cold war with Ethan, I couldn’t take it anymore and actively made breakfast to seek peace. On the top floor of the Sterling Group, voices of conversation approached, mighty and imposing. It wasn’t just Ethan; Liam and the company board members were there too. I wrinkled my nose. Sneaking to make peace with Ethan was fine if only he knew. With others present, I couldn’t lose face. I quickly scanned the office, dodged, and hid under the desk hole of Ethan’s desk. Curled up, just sat down hugging my knees. At the same time, with a “creak,” the door was pushed open. Leather shoes tapped on the floor, footsteps getting closer. Looking up. I was face to face with Ethan, who had just walked around the desk and sat in the boss chair. 2 I was stunned. Ethan was stunned too. I clearly saw his long eyelashes blink once, and he frowned slowly. Before he could speak, I quickly “shushed” him. Grabbed the boss chair with both hands, wheels rolling, and pulled him and the chair over directly. Used his legs to block my body. Ethan didn’t speak, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and gave me a calm look. The directors were still talking non-stop, reporting the group’s operation status. And Ethan barely spoke, only occasionally using sign language or writing down a few words to correct their thoughts. Curled up in the desk hole, I lifted my chin to look at Ethan. Broad, straight shoulders filling out the suit, muscle lines smooth and solid. Hair short and neat, features deep, aura formidable. The wrist holding the fountain pen had veins full of power. This angle reminded me of the day I first met Ethan twelve years ago. I was ten that year, picking swill to eat in front of a trash can. A Rolls-Royce stopped in the slums. Ethan frowned, brand-new shiny leather shoes stepping in a puddle of sewage. He found me quickly. Ethan back then hadn’t started his vow of silence, but was equally reticent and pretentious, lifting my collar with a few fingers: “Is it her?” I bared my teeth and claws at him: “Who are you? Let me go!” “I want to adopt you.” An orphan with no parents, struggling alone since childhood, I wasn’t afraid of him at all: “Get lost! Who knows if you’re a pervert. “You dare touch me, I curse you and your son to be stabbed in the rectum in the future!” He threw me into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers clean: “Take her away.” Ethan drew my blood, tested my DNA, and then pushed an adoption contract in front of me. From that day on, I became the third miss of the Sterling family. Liam once covered his face and asked Ethan: “Big brother, why did we adopt her? “I’m afraid she’ll lick her own mouth and poison herself to death.” I was also curious why Ethan adopted me. I even suspected I was an illegitimate child of the late Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. Stole hair from Ethan and Liam to test DNA, I indeed had no blood relation with them. I investigated secretly for a long time, until I encountered that incident… My thoughts drifted away, pulled back by the voices of the executives reporting. After the directors finished reporting, it was the board members’ turn, showing no intention of leaving. I kept the same head-down posture for a long time, neck sore. In front of me were Ethan’s long legs, close at hand, suit pants fabric stiff. I decided to be lazy. Quietly moved forward, click, rested my chin on Ethan’s knee. The soft flesh of my cheek sank slightly, pressing against his thigh. My brother smells really good. I buried my nose in his suit pants, sniffing like a puppy. Not the smell of any perfume, but the sandalwood from years of meditation, light and pleasant. Ethan’s relaxed body suddenly tightened, even his breathing stopped for a moment. He looked down at me, jawline tight, sharp Adam’s apple rolling up and down. The meaning in his eyes was obvious: “What are you doing?” I looked at him innocently for a moment, mouthed: “Brother, you smell good.” Then curved my eyes, pursed my lips, and smiled at him. Sunlight fell on my eyelashes, warm and fuzzy. Under the cover of the desk hole, a group of middle-aged male and female executives were still reporting. Second brother Liam stood foolishly in front of the desk, knowing nothing. And Ethan stared at me fixedly for a moment. As if bewitched, he extended his slender fingers, gently, touched my cheek. A subtle and indescribable atmosphere quietly spread between us. Thump, thump, thump. I quietly took a breath, pressed my heart to stop it from beating so violently. Turned my face, nuzzled his fingers affectionately. The next second, I heard Liam say: “Big brother, about the blind dates you asked me to find for sis, I found three, take a look.” Ethan seemed to wake up with a start, suddenly withdrew his hand, returning to his cold and self-restrained appearance. What blind date?! I’m not going on a blind date!! Evil rose from my gut, I turned my face and bit Ethan’s thigh fiercely. 3 “Hiss—” How come this guy has hard muscles even on his thighs?! Ethan’s body trembled, the hand gripping the pen drew a long mark on the paper. Liam stopped talking, looked up, and looked over in confusion: “Big brother, what’s wrong?” In for a penny, in for a pound. I reached out directly, pulled out Ethan’s shirt. Took the opportunity to messily touch his abs which felt excellent. Then started to unbuckle his belt with a clatter. Fine, make me go on blind dates, huh. I want to see how you explain being seen disheveled with your sister as the CEO of Sterling Group. The sound of metal buckles colliding rang in the quiet space. The executives fell silent simultaneously, looking at Ethan in surprise and doubt. Liam was even more puzzled: “Big brother, what’s that sound?” Ethan closed his eyes, grabbed both my wrists with one hand. With the other hand, he gestured to everyone: “Leave for now.” “Yes.” Everyone filed out. The heavy door was closed again, only Ethan and I were left in the office. He took a deep breath, moved the chair back, revealing my figure. Ethan’s shirt had been unbuttoned by me. The hem scattered around his strong waist, eight abs neat and tidy, muscle lines smooth, but a prominent old scar ran across. I couldn’t help extending my fingertips, gently stroking that scar. The humid rainstorm and thunder of that night seemed to echo in my ears. The first bead on Ethan’s wrist was lost because of this. I was kidnapped when I was sixteen. Ethan ventured alone to confront the kidnappers. At that time, he had already started practicing the vow of silence. Because he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and stagnant. Every syllable was like a rough string, extremely low and deep, but clearer than the deafening thunderstorm. He said: “Let her go, I’ll go with you.” In the end, Ethan successfully subdued the kidnappers. But this scar was added to his lower abdomen, almost costing him his life. My heart trembled slightly, fingertips with pale pink nails gently touching him. Ethan’s skin was dark, on the wheat-colored skin, that scar was ugly and ferocious, edges raised like a python. His lean and solid waist and abdomen trembled, holding my wrist. I puffed out my cheeks: “Stingy, won’t even let me touch.” I wore a shirt and skirt today, simply pulled out my shirt too, revealing my tummy: “Not touching yours for free, I’ll let you touch back.” Ethan’s eyebrows moved slightly, stopping my movement: “What’s tattooed on your waist?” I suddenly thought of something, trying to cover it back with clothes in a flurry. But how could my strength compare to Ethan’s. His arm muscles bulged, picking me up directly. Sat me on the desk, face to face with him, lifted my shirt. On the snow-white waist side, a beautiful cursive script was tattooed. —It was the signature Ethan would sign on all legal documents and company contracts. Like stamping a mark exclusive to him on a piece of snow-white, delicate paper. Ethan’s breathing suddenly became heavy: “Why.” I sat on the table, two calves dangling between his thighs. Looking down, I could see his eyes. Curved my eyes and said: “Because I like you.” Sunlight poured like a waterfall into the spacious and bright office. Falling into the bottom of the eyes, like a sparkling lake. I cupped his face, looking into his eyes: “You don’t know how much I like you.” The tip of my nose smelled his light and pleasant sandalwood scent, breaths mingling. I lowered my head as if possessed, slowly, slowly approaching his lips. Only a millimeter away from his lips. The office door was suddenly opened. Liam poked his head in: “By the way, bro, I think three blind dates for sis is a bit few? “Do you want me to make a list, add a few more people…” Liam: “???” He stood dumbfounded at the door, eyes wide as copper bells. Looked at Ethan, then at me, finally back to Ethan: “Ha, excuse me, you guys, um, kissing huh.” He swallowed, carefully said: “Big brother, in sister’s blind date list, need me to sign you up too?” 4 Ethan ran away. After being interrupted by Liam that day, Ethan packed his bags and went on a business trip to Germany that night. I was so angry I choked Liam’s neck: “Eyes not used can be donated to those in need!” Liam screamed: “How would I know you are so bold, daring to forcibly kiss big brother!” I was pressed to meet a circle of blind dates. It took full two months before Ethan returned from Germany. Bringing a huge overseas strategic investment cooperation, he held a dinner party at the Sterling villa. Night fell, lights came on. The Sterling residence was brilliantly lit, guests in fragrant clothes and beautiful hair, countless luxury cars parked outside. I pounced into Ethan’s arms: “Brother, I missed you to death!” Ethan turned sideways and dodged my touch. Not seen for two months, Ethan was even more silent. All night, countless people talked to Ethan, praising his business acumen, complimenting this German strategic cooperation. And his eyes avoided me all along. As if determined to draw a line with me. I gritted my teeth, ran up to him: “Brother, to celebrate your business cooperation this time, an unknown kind person also prepared a gift for you.” A drone flew over. In front of Ethan and countless guests. With a “swish,” it spat out a striking banner with black characters on a red background: 【Congratulations to Ethan Sterling on his return from German Orthopedics!】 Ethan: “……” Guests: “……” I coughed: “Pure passerby, I think going to Germany for orthopedics is weird, what do you think, brother?” Ethan’s gaze finally fell on me. I clearly saw the veins on Ethan’s forehead jumping one by one. Expressionless, he fished out a remote control from my pocket. With a “crack.” The remote control was crushed by him, and the drone fell. I laughed dryly: “German Orthopedics is good, bone density enhanced, haha, haha.” Ethan raised his eyes, looked at me with a heavy gaze, signed: “Chloe Vance, what exactly do you want to do?” I smiled and said: “You.” Ethan’s movement stiffened for a moment, looked away: “Don’t waste time on me anymore. “Did you meet the boys I arranged for you?” One sentence, like a needle, “poof” stuck into my heart. I bit my lip, said angrily: “I don’t like them! “Brother, you know me, stubborn nature, won’t turn back even if I hit the south wall. “Liked you for so long, can’t change.” I took out a box of pills, shook it, showed him: “If you don’t look at me again, I can only think of a way myself, use some strong medicine.” Ethan saw the label on the box clearly, eyebrows condensed, face suddenly darkened: “Where did you get the aphrodisiac? “Bold enough to threaten to drug me?” “No.” I shook my head, took out a small pill in front of him, swallowed it. Then looked up, smiled at him: “This medicine, I ate it myself.” Ethan’s always steady mask suddenly cracked. Eyes wide, looking at me in astonishment. My cheeks flushed red, eyes watery: “The three blind dates you found for me are all here today. “Will you help me relieve the drug effect, or let others do it? “Brother, this time, you choose for me.”

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On Mother’s Day, there was an “Exchange Love for Items” event on the roadside. My younger brother was clamoring to exchange for an ice cream. I wanted to take him to the nearby supermarket to buy one. But Mom stopped me: “Why waste that money? Just exchange your love for it, wouldn’t that be better?” I couldn’t believe it and confirmed again: “My love for you?” Mom said indifferently: “What do I need that useless thing for? Might as well exchange it for an ice cream to make your brother happy.” I glanced at the promotional poster and nodded in agreement. Fine, then I’ll satisfy Mom’s wish one last time. 1 “Are you sure you want to exchange your daughter’s love for you for an ice cream? Once confirmed, this transaction cannot be reversed,” the staff member confirmed again. Mom nodded without a trace of hesitation: “It’s just a fake thing anyway. Keeping it isn’t as useful as exchanging it for something practical.” Listening to Mom’s brisk words, my heart felt like it was being repeatedly tortured by a dull knife. But the next second, Mom’s expression changed when she got the procedure form, and she prepared to turn and leave: “Forget it, forget it.” Although I knew it was because the procedure was too cumbersome, I still breathed a sigh of relief. At least, I could still fantasize that Mom was a little bit reluctant to let go of me. Hearing this, my brother sat on the ground. At eighteen, he started throwing a tantrum like a child: “I want to exchange for ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!” I hurried to pull him up, comforting him gently: “Justin, if you want ice cream, I’ll take you to the supermarket next door to buy it.” But Justin wouldn’t agree no matter what. Sitting on the ground hugging Mom’s leg, he started wailing: “I want this one! I want this exchanged ice cream!” I instantly understood. He didn’t necessarily want to eat it; he did it on purpose. Since childhood, he liked to snatch my things and do things I didn’t want to see. He said he would be angry if I went on family trips, so I never traveled with the family. At home, my room was just his storage room. Just because he wanted to occupy my room as a toy room, I could only sleep in the utility room. And Mom never cared about my feelings, always trying her best to satisfy him. And my momentary resistance out of extreme grievance would only be met with: “He’s your brother, what’s wrong with letting him have his way?” This time, as expected, Mom compromised for him again. “Okay, okay, okay, baby!” “Get up quickly, the ground is dirty. Don’t get germs on you, my ancestor.” After Mom agreed, Justin finally stood up, looking at me with triumph in his eyes, and even mouthed provocatively: “See, I’m going to use your love to exchange for ice cream, hehe.” I involuntarily clenched my fists. Mom got back in line and said impatiently to me: “What are you standing there stupidly for? Hurry up and come over!” “I finally coaxed your brother, can’t let him cry again.” I walked to Mom somewhat distractedly, comforting myself that this “Exchange Love for Items” was just a gimmick. A person’s emotions and subjective feelings are formed over a long time. How could they be deprived so easily? Mom probably thought so too, which is why she agreed. But the next second, I heard the staff member speak. “Our event is realized by the latest technological means. It has been proven by tens of thousands of experiments. There is no room for regret. I confirm again, are you sure you want to exchange your daughter’s love for you for an ice cream?” I also saw the dense list of famous research institutes, top professors, and famous companies. The exchange process would be shown in the form of a live broadcast. I was shocked. Perhaps my love for my mother could really disappear because of an ice cream. Before I could recover from the shock, I heard Mom say: “If it’s real, then it’s real. As long as it makes my son happy, I’m willing. Everything else doesn’t matter.” 2 Everything else doesn’t matter. This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in my ear. It turned out that to Mom, I was just something that didn’t matter. I glanced at the line of bold red small print at the bottom of the poster: If the transaction is successful, the legal relationship between both parties will also be dissolved. Mom seemed not to have seen it or maybe didn’t care. She immediately signed the agreement, glaring at me to urge me to hurry up. My heart was sour. I finally realized that the motherly love I bitterly craved might never be obtained from Mom. Then the disappearance of this love might be the best arrangement. I didn’t hesitate anymore and signed the agreement too. Following the staff into the house, I realized this was really a studio, and I could see real-time bullet comments. Mom and I were taken to machines on both sides of the stage respectively. A voice sounded on the scene. “We will extract memories and judge whether this transaction is worth it through real-time voting.” Mom didn’t expect it to be so cumbersome, with live voting, and hesitated again. But Justin was very happy, shouting at Mom. “Mom, great! There are so many people online! You must perform well. Maybe we can become internet celebrities and never worry about food and drink by livestreaming sales in the future!” Mom, who was originally hesitant, suddenly beamed with joy. The live bullet comments also started to scroll. “Did I see it right? Exchange daughter’s love for an ice cream? Is this a joke?” “Who knows if there’s something wrong with this daughter? What mother doesn’t love her children? Maybe the mother was driven to the limit to make the transaction.” “Looks like a family that values sons over daughters at first glance.” “I think so too. Who doesn’t have money for an ice cream? The mother must have her own difficulties.” Opinions in the comments varied, and the votes were split half and half. Mom and I also learned the rules of memory extraction from the machine. Everyone can choose memory fragments to promote or prevent the transaction. Seeing that the votes were not enough, Justin drooped his eyebrows. Mom hurriedly entered a time to extract a memory. The big screen also began to play the first fragment. Little me was crying endlessly, and in front of me was an overturned table of food, a mess at a glance. “Told you to be sensible. Now great, no one can eat.” “Girls are just trouble. All day long only thinking about yourself. Now everyone can’t eat and you’re still crying!” “How many times has this been? Every time we eat, there’s no peace. How can there be such an insensible child like you?” The voices came from Mom, Dad, and Grandma respectively. From the perspective of the memory owner, I saw several adults frowning and surrounding me. And little me, hearing these harsh criticisms, dared not cry anymore, only silently lowering my head and pouting without saying a word. In the background sound, there was also my brother’s childish crying, getting louder and louder. The video ended here, and the comments started to get active. “I said she was trouble since childhood. No wonder a mother would rather exchange for an ice cream.” “I think so too. This daughter’s love might not even be worth an ice cream.” “It’s normal for such a young age not to be sensible, right?” “Not necessarily. From the video, flipping the table happened more than once. Maybe she’s born with XYY syndrome!” At this time, the real-time voting also tilted appropriately towards Mom, with 55% of people in favor of the transaction. Justin was extremely happy and winked at Mom, signaling her to pursue the victory. 3 Mom couldn’t wait to enter the second time period. The big screen began to play the second memory. This was me in middle school. In front of me was another mess. Only this time, what was overturned was not the dining table, but clothes and supplies all over the floor of the room, as well as various broken household items. Grandma pointed at me with a broom and scolded: “Prodigal girl! Only know how to bully your brother. Look at what you’ve done to this home!” Dad, lying on the sofa playing with his phone, also followed: “No peace all day long. I work hard every day to earn money for you, and come back to hear these annoying things. Can’t you let me have a peaceful day?” Mom dragged me directly by my clothes and threw me on the messy floor: “Find a way to clean it up yourself! If you don’t clean it up, don’t eat!” After she finished speaking, the background sound was still a little boy’s crying. Mom ran over distressedly to hug him, comforting him softly: “Good baby, it’s all her fault. Don’t cry.” The video ended here. The netizens who said I was born with XYY syndrome just now were more active. “See, I said it. How can there be a mother in the world who hates her own child? There must be something wrong with her!” “This girl not only flipped tables when she was little, but also smashed the house when she grew up, making the family restless. What family can withstand her doing this?” Some people wanted to defend me. “Maybe she also had reasons…” “The child became like this, don’t adults have some responsibility?” The real-time votes still didn’t increase much, but there were more and more viewers, all sticking to their own opinions. Justin panicked a little, walked to Mom’s side and whispered: “Mom, we can do without this ice cream, but we absolutely can’t lose face here! Don’t forget, if we perform well, we can livestream sales, and there will be endless money in the future!” “When we have money in the future, I’ll buy a big house for you, Dad, and Grandma. Our whole family will travel everywhere. I can also marry a beautiful wife and give you a bunch of grandsons then.” Mom seemed to fall into the beautiful future woven by Justin, and her face was full of smiles. But when she looked up at me again, her eyes were filled with thick anger and hostility. That glance made my heart tremble fiercely. I wanted to tell Mom, I am your daughter, not your enemy. I just want your love, but I never thought of harming you. But Mom didn’t seem to receive my thoughts. When Mom was about to raise her hand to press the button again, I couldn’t help shouting: “Mom!” Mom also heard my call, but her eyes flashed, and she said angrily to me: “What Mom? If it weren’t for you, a family-disrupting spirit, how could the family be in such chaos? As long as you are here, the family will never have peace! Either flipping tables and cabinets or bullying your brother! You still have the face to call me Mom?” “The family has always given you whatever we have, feeding you, clothing you, and sending you to school. But what have you done for this family until now?” Saying this, Mom actually covered her face and wept. Comments rolled. “The family didn’t treat her badly either. What is she dissatisfied with?” “This family doesn’t look rich either. Being able to give their daughter such a life is already very good. Don’t know what she’s fussing about?” “Yeah, we didn’t have such conditions before. Born in blessings but not knowing blessings!” I froze for a moment. The sourness and grievance in my chest surged from my heart, but thousands of words were stuck in my throat by Mom’s scolding, unable to dissipate or be spat out. At this time, the votes in favor of the transaction began to increase significantly, suddenly reaching 70%. 4 Seeing the votes increase, Mom had an obvious smile on her face. I couldn’t smile. I used almost all my strength to barely hold back my tears. This was my involuntary habit. Because Mom hated my crying look the most, no matter how much grievance I suffered, I habitually endured it. But I didn’t expect that when Mom looked at me with moist eyes again, there was no pity at all. She still stared at me with the eyes of looking at an enemy. At this time, some netizens raised different opinions. “Don’t you think it’s weird? If she’s so violent, why hasn’t she dared to say a harsh word to her mom until now?” “Indeed, she keeps her head down and doesn’t dare to look at people. Doesn’t look like someone who would smash things at home.” “And from the video, we didn’t see the process, only the scene of the whole family blaming her. Could there be some hidden story?” Mom also saw it and immediately turned to me to continue questioning calmly: “Say it yourself, was the dining table overturned because of you? Was the room messed up because of you?” I looked at her in disbelief. But her gaze was a threat, a coercion, a commanding from above. I couldn’t help lowering my head, daring not look into her eyes again. This was Mom’s usual method. She knew she didn’t need to do anything, just look at me calmly like this, and I would obediently listen. This was a habit I couldn’t give up. I craved her love too much, so I never dared to go against her wishes. But this time, I really didn’t want to cater to her anymore, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn’t say a word. Seeing me silent, Mom asked continuously: “Was flipping the table because of you? Was smashing the room because of you?” “Was flipping the table because of you? Was smashing the room because of you?” In the empty studio, only Mom’s resonant interrogation rang in my ears word by word. Even if the tone was flat, it was like big stones smashing on my head. I felt I could hardly breathe. The second time she asked, I couldn’t hold it anymore and had to whisper: “It was because of me.” At this time, the real-time voting climbed instantly, reaching 80%. Mom and Justin smiled at each other. The discussion in the comments became more and more heated. “Seems this daughter indeed has problems. Has violent tendencies since childhood. Might commit domestic violence in the future.” “Looking at her face, she’s not an honest person. Look at what she’s wearing, showing arms and legs.” “Such a girl will probably have a hard time finding a husband in the future. Who dares to marry such a woman?” “Just a family disruptor! Exchanging for an ice cream is overrating her.” Votes continued to climb, and the comments were all criticism and even abuse of me. My heart fell into an ice cave. Just when Mom and Justin were triumphant, thinking everything was under control. The mechanical sound on the scene sounded again: “Now exchange, will extract memories related to Emily.” “Emily?” “Is it the Emily I’m thinking of? The one with the name meaning ‘Bring a Brother’?” The comments rolled and repeated this name that accompanied me for twenty-five years. Every word rolling revealed shock and doubt. Mom and Justin also realized something was wrong, and their faces suddenly became poor. “I initiated the transaction. Why extract her memories?” The voting also changed, and the approval ratio was slowly decreasing.

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On the day of the SATs, I suddenly ran away from home and went downtown to watch a concert. My parents were frantic, making a scene at school, begging the principal to find me. My homeroom teacher pulled out handfuls of hair because I was the only kid in the whole school with a shot at getting into an Ivy League. And the day before I skipped the exam, I had been studying seriously until late at night. My mom fainted from anger, and my dad called, furious and disappointed, “Maliciously skipping the exam means a three-year ban. Are you trying to ruin your life?” At the concert venue, I shouted back over the music. “Dad, if I don’t run, I’ll die!” …… When the bell for the SAT exam rang, I had just squeezed into the concert venue with the crowd. My mom called, “Honey, the teacher said you didn’t go to the exam. What’s going on!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “It’s too late, Mom, the concert is starting. I’ll call you back after it’s over!” There was an uproar around me. “What? This kid is taking the SATs today?” “Shouldn’t SAT candidates be in the exam hall?” “She skipped the exam to come to a concert!” “She missed the SATs for a concert!” The audience passed it on one by one, and soon the whole venue knew there was an SAT candidate who skipped the exam to come to the concert. The latest iPhones were raised one by one, pointing at me. I showed my white teeth, wearing a tacky, old school uniform, and flashed a peace sign at the camera. “She’s crazy!” “Does anyone recognize this uniform? Call their principal quickly!” Soon, my old Nokia phone kept ringing. My parents, my homeroom teacher, the principal, and my deskmate. On the screen, my mom was crying and shouting, “Honey was studying until midnight yesterday, how can she just not take the exam!” My dad looked much older, gesturing wildly, “Our Honey has always been obedient and filial. She wouldn’t do such a thing! Someone must have incited her!” I looked at my parents with heartache, “Mom, Dad, the concert is starting, don’t worry! Wait until I finish watching the concert!” My homeroom teacher, Mr. Thompson, scratched his head anxiously, “Chloe Evans, you are the only one in our class with hope for Harvard or Yale. How can you just not take the exam!” I replied loudly, “Mr. Thompson, wait until I finish watching the concert!” The principal took the phone, “Student Chloe Evans, as long as you can come back for the exam, name your conditions. Whether you want money, concert tickets, or autographs, I’ll find a way to get them for you!” I replied loudly, “Principal, wait until I finish watching the concert!” When my deskmate, Emily, took the phone with red eyes, I frowned. “Emily, shouldn’t you be taking the exam in the hall?” Emily choked, “Chloe, come back quickly, we are all worried about you! A three-year ban is a big deal. I don’t want you to go astray!” I smiled and replied, “Emily, wait until I finish watching the concert!” People around pointed at me and discussed fiercely. “So unfilial! Her parents are crying like this, and she still has the nerve to spend their money on a concert!” “Is it possible this child was driven crazy by her parents’ pressure and deliberately rebelled by not taking the SATs?” “Or maybe she’s an anti-fan of our Tom. She’s obviously here to smear Tom’s name on purpose!” I shook my head. None of that was true, but I couldn’t say anything until the concert was over. The heat continued to ferment. The star holding the concert, Tom Sheng, walked onto the stage with a pale face, anxiously looking for me in the audience. I was wearing old clothes, face dirty, holding no support items, just bobbing my head and dancing to the rhythm. The star was terrified and quickly shouted across the air, “Little sister, is it your SATs today? Can you go back and take the exam?” After all, if news got out that he condoned fans skipping exams to watch his concert, his career would be over. He looked like he was about to cry and almost knelt down to me, “Little sister, we don’t welcome SAT candidates here! I don’t care where you got the ticket, we will refund you in full and charter a car to send you back for the exam!” Dozens of big screens were full of close-ups of me. I jumped up and down excitedly, raising my hand to signal him, “Sing! Whatever it is, wait until the concert is over!” Chapter 2 The star was angry and ordered several security guards to come and kick me out. “Who sent you? Why do you want to harm me on purpose! Someone, kick her out! My concert does not welcome candidates with bad morals who skip exams!” I explained to the security guards, “Let me watch the concert first. Everything will end after I finish watching!” But they didn’t listen. They grabbed my arms left and right and were about to throw me out. Seeing that I was about to be thrown out the door, I was anxious. If I couldn’t watch the concert, all my efforts would be in vain! I suddenly pulled the hairpin off my head, “Who dares to touch me! I’ll kill myself!” The surroundings became quiet. No one wanted to be responsible for a human life, especially an SAT candidate’s life. The security guards held their hands up in front of their faces, “Okay, okay, we won’t touch you. You go out yourself.” I shook my head with my bag on my back and rushed desperately towards the stage, “I’m not leaving! If I don’t watch the concert today, I’ll die!” The star sighed, “It seems this little friend is my loyal fan. I didn’t expect to bring so much strength to a child. She’ll die if she doesn’t listen to me sing!” “How about this, you go back and take the exam first. When you finish the SATs, I’ll personally go to your house and sing for you, okay?” “Come, let me sign your school uniform first. Let my signature accompany you to the exam! What do you usually like to call me? Tom Sheng? Or Tommy?” I looked at him confusedly, “What’s your name? I don’t know you!” Tom Sheng was angry, “You are here to crash the party on purpose! You know my performance today is for charity, just to cheer for the SAT candidates. If you mess this up, my reputation will be ruined!” I shook my head, “No, you will understand when the truth comes out! But you can’t drive me back now, I will die!” Tom Sheng ignored me and asked the security guards to watch me so I wouldn’t cause trouble, because the concert officially began. The big screen began to scroll videos of some outstanding students’ monologues. Tom Sheng stood seriously in front of the stage, “Let’s use our strength to cheer for the candidate brothers and sisters! They are the flowers of the motherland, our hope for the future!” Amidst the cheers of the whole audience, I saw videos of several top students in our city, telling their visions to the camera. The next video was me. In the lens, my eyes were red and wiping tears. “I really feel sorry for my mom and dad. They work from dawn to dusk to earn money, but insist on letting me study. I must get into an Ivy League to repay them so they don’t have to work so hard…” The audience hissed. “Isn’t this the girl just now? She kept saying she wanted to repay her parents, then turned around and bought scalped tickets to see the concert, tsk tsk…” Tom Sheng also looked at me in surprise, “You are the top student in the city’s mock exam? Obviously, you have a great hope of getting into Harvard or Yale. Why didn’t you go to take the SATs?” I shook my head, staring closely at the time on my phone screen. “It’s not time yet! I can’t say! Otherwise, everything will be useless! I will die!” I stared at Tom Sheng, “This concert of yours is a charity concert. All local media in the state will forward it, right?” Tom Sheng nodded blankly. I continued to ask, “You have over 100 million followers on all platforms and are the most popular singer in the entertainment industry now. Can you guarantee that the live broadcast of this concert will be seen by many, many people?” Tom Sheng blushed, “I dare not guarantee number one in popularity, but my fans are very powerful. This concert will definitely be watched by many people, at least eight million.” Hearing this number, I touched my chest. My heart, which had been beating fiercely, finally settled down a little. As long as I wait until the exam officially begins, everything will come to light. When the exam officially began, the bell rang inside the venue, and the whole audience thundered with applause. The cameramen pointed their lenses at the audience seats, randomly picking fans to offer blessings to the candidates. I was shaking all over with nervousness, suddenly pounced on a camera and hugged it tightly, my voice trembling, “I want to speak! Film me! All cameras film me!” Fans stood up and cursed me, throwing light sticks at me. I looked at the camera, word by word, “I want to report!” The whole venue fell silent. Tom Sheng frowned and invited me to the stage, “Student Chloe, you said you want to report, is it about the SATs?” I nodded solemnly, holding the microphone. “I want to report that in Exam Room 318 of Sunnydale High School, someone is—” Chapter 3 A harsh electric noise rang out, and my voice was drowned in the huge noise. At the entrance of the venue, Mr. Thompson slowly walked into the venue supporting my elderly parents. The principal held the wire he had unplugged, trying to wave at me from under the stage. “Chloe Evans, if you come back with us now, you can still catch the next subject! Don’t ruin your life chasing stars!” Tom Sheng interrupted the principal with a righteous face, “This student Chloe wants to report. No matter what happens, reporting any improper behavior in the SATs is what every citizen should do. Please don’t interrupt her!” But I stood on the stage holding the microphone, trembling all over. Mr. Thompson supported my parents. My parents leaned on Mr. Thompson’s shoulder with trust, but Mr. Thompson stared at me fixedly. “Chloe Evans, weigh the impact of what you are going to say on yourself before speaking!” Mr. Thompson actually threatened me with my parents! I laughed angrily, “I don’t believe you can do anything to my parents in full view of everyone!” Before I finished speaking, dozens of high school students in uniforms poured into the venue mightily. My deskmate Emily threw a schoolbag up, heartbroken, “Chloe, yesterday you told me your dream was to see Tommy’s concert. I didn’t expect you to be so confused as to skip the SATs to see it!” “Don’t be silly! The whole class is worried about you! Come back with us quickly!” The whole class spoke mightily, “Student Chloe Evans, go back with us! We are willing to repeat the year with you!” I was stunned. “How come… none of you entered the exam hall? Impossible, impossible! You all abandoned the exam?” Emily’s eyes were red, reaching out to me, “We voluntarily gave up the exam for you! You are the pride of our class. How can we take the exam with peace of mind without you?” I only felt creepy and collapsed on the ground. At the same time, Tom Sheng opened the schoolbag. Inside, the exercise book bore my name, but besides that, Tom Sheng found a whole bag of things related to him. Every album since his debut, every magazine cover, all endorsed items, all OST merchandise, even photos taken at the airport and hotel entrances. The audience exclaimed, “So she’s not an anti-fan, she’s a sasaeng fan (obsessive fan)!” “To fight for a chance to be on stage with her idol, she actually lied about reporting SAT cheating!” My microphone was muted. No matter how I explained, no one heard. Tom Sheng gritted his teeth, “I hate sasaeng fans like you the most. Now you even use the name of the SATs to trick me into supporting you to speak out! Get out! Get out of my concert!” Mr. Thompson pointed at the students behind him and knelt down helplessly to me, “Chloe, you have always been the most sensible student. Why did you drop the ball at the critical moment? Wake up quickly! Now it’s not just you skipping the exam alone, it’s our whole class risking for you!” “Repeating a year is a small matter, the teacher is willing to waste time with you, but maliciously skipping the exam, do you want to take your whole class to be banned from the exam for three years?” It was Mr. Thompson kneeling, but a deep sense of powerlessness rose in my heart. Looking at the people accusing me desperately under the stage, looking at the indifferent faces behind the cameras, I wanted to continue speaking, but the microphone couldn’t transmit a sound. Security had already rushed onto the stage to pull me away. I closed my eyes. Could I still not escape the ending of death? Wait, there is still hope. I remember there was a photo in that schoolbag, of Tom Sheng meeting a female boss privately. Chapter 4 The moment the security rushed up, I turned and pounced on Tom Sheng. He didn’t expect it and fell backward to the ground. The microphone was broken, emitting harsh electric noise, and was immediately muted. Tom Sheng tried to get up in embarrassment, and a ring fell out of his pocket. I grabbed the ring quickly, found the photo and threw it to him. “Tom Sheng, I have your secret. If you don’t help me, I will expose the fact that you secretly married the female boss.” Tom Sheng trembled with anger, “You really are my sasaeng fan! You threaten me! Say, how much money do you want to let me go?” My lips were pale, “I don’t want money, I just want a live broadcast! A live broadcast with at least eight million viewers!” When the security grabbed my arm, Tom Sheng gritted his teeth, pulled me off the stage, and personally sent me to the nanny van. Fans were furious, “Tommy, what’s wrong with you! Why help a sasaeng fan escape!” “For a sasaeng fan, do you ignore the fans in the entire stadium?” “Refund! Unfollow! Refund! Unfollow!” Tom Sheng punched the back of the front seat, smashing a hole in the seat. “Are you satisfied making such a scene?” I shook my head, “Not satisfied yet. Give me your phone. I want to start a live broadcast with your account!” “Otherwise, I’ll open the door and shout that you are married and kept by a rich woman!” Tom Sheng cried and handed the phone to me, “What good does ruining me do to you? Why are you doing all this?” I sighed, “Anyway, that schoolbag is not mine, and I am not your sasaeng fan. You will understand everything when the dust settles.” I looked at the constantly rising number of people in the live broadcast room, my eyes dark, “Sorry, I just want to live.” Ten million people poured into the live broadcast room at once, but this was not enough. These were just ordinary fans. I initiated connections with official media accounts across the state. Not a single media outlet dared to accept my connection. Finally, the director of the State Education Bureau took the initiative to initiate a connection. “Student Chloe, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me. I promise to handle it impartially!” My tears flowed down. Finally, finally. I opened my mouth, “Uncle Director, I want to report Sunnydale High School for mutual protection among officials. The whole school is condoning…” Bang. The vehicle was hit violently, rushed straight out of the guardrail, and hit the bridge pillar. After a spin, the equipment in the car was disconnected, the live broadcast image was lost, and the phone was stuck in the gap under the seat. “Damn, it’s sasaeng fans intercepting the car!” Tom Sheng jumped out of the car window in one stride, looked back at me, but still gritted his teeth and dragged me out of the car. A man and a woman in the car behind, wearing hats and black masks, walked straight towards me. I would recognize their faces even if they turned into ashes. It was the class monitor and my deskmate! Emily held my hand and cried bitterly, “Chloe, as your friend for many years, I really can’t bear to see you go astray! Don’t ignore your life just to chase stars! Do you know the consequences of holding a star hostage?” “No matter what, come back to town with us first. Everything is easy to talk about back in town. We will follow whatever you want!” I desperately broke free from Emily’s hand, “I won’t go back to town with you! I will die if I go back to town!” I looked at Tom Sheng beggingly, “I will die if I go back to town! Continue driving! Take me to the state capital!” While Tom Sheng hesitated, the class monitor, Jacob Miller, stepped forward with a cold face. His dark eyes wanted to see through me through my eyes, “Didn’t you chase me for many years? As long as you go back with us to take the exam, I will agree to you.” The surrounding atmosphere froze. Suddenly, the director’s voice came from under the seat, “Little Student Chloe, are you still there? Speak boldly if you have something to report!” Tom Sheng seemed to have made up his mind, “The fairness of the SATs is more important. No matter what, I’ll take you to the State Education Bureau first. Get in the car.” I clenched my fists. “No need, you go.” Tom Sheng widened his eyes in disbelief and cursed, “Chloe Evans, are you sick in the head? You want to kill me just to flirt with a man!” “Don’t expect me to help you again! No matter what you say, I won’t believe you anymore!” After that, Tom Sheng picked up the phone and left me without looking back. Emily laughed, “Chloe Evans, what’s the use of making such a scene? Still completely controlled!” Jacob Miller’s eyes were cold. His fingers touched my sweat-covered skin, making me shrink back subconsciously. “What, don’t want to go back with me? Then I can’t keep those things secret anymore.”

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My stepbrother seemed to be bound to a System. He often complained to the System: [That woman made me hand-wash her clothes again.] [I have to heat milk for her every night.] [Her hands are so small, her slaps feel like tickles.] System: [What? She slapped you too? How are you going to take revenge?] My stepbrother said while drugging the milk: [Adding a little something to the milk to make her pupils lose focus.] 1 When Noah was brought in, I was selecting a nude model. I furrowed my brows, asking them to extend their hands. “Tsk, nails too long, no.” “Dirt under the nails, scram.” The male models I yelled away scattered. “Too fat, too dry.” “Adam’s apple too small.” “Nose bridge too flat.” “Not a virgin.” “Get out, get out, get out!” The butler chased after me to put on my shoes. Until I stepped on Noah’s instep with my bare foot. I looked him up and down and asked, “Are you a virgin?” Noah was stunned. He lowered his head, his face flushed red. His denim jacket was washed white, and so was his backpack. There was a smell of laundry detergent. Not too unpleasant. Good, this cheap stepbrother of mine was quite clean. “Extend your hand.” On the fair and slender knuckles were round, neatly trimmed nails. The butler advised from behind, “My eldest miss, he’s not here to audition, he’s your brother.” I tsked impatiently. Turned my head and asked the butler, “Is there a difference?” Is there a difference? His mom hooked up with my dad. If not for our family’s money, was it for my dad’s stubble? Now his mom hasn’t even entered the door yet, but she sent this baggage here first. The butler saw my “kind” eyes and shut up. I stood in front of Noah and ordered, “Take off your clothes.” His eyes were complex, and he didn’t move for a long time. My anger shot up instantly. I lifted his jacket and asked word by word, “You take it off or I take it off?” The butler seemed to want to stop me. I screamed and shouted, “I can’t allow unclean people into the house!” I grabbed Noah’s collar. Finally, after a while, he compromised. Jacket, white T-shirt. When he was about to take off his pants, he was silent for a while and finally asked, “Can you ask others to leave?” Troublesome. 2 After the prospective nude models left, he took off his trousers. Only a pair of boxers remained. I carefully examined him. His figure was slender and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscle lines were smooth and full of power. His legs were long and straight, very youthful. No tattoos, no scars, combining strength and beauty. I reached out my cold hand and touched his abs. He shrank back, gasping for breath. His eyes were dark and obscure… Fingertips tracing the contours of his abs. Good, like a natural work of art. There was vigorous tension between the muscles, very suitable for figure sketching. Then chest muscles, abs, back muscles. I traced them all with my fingertips. He lowered his head, looking gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking. I was too lazy to care if it was a humiliating expression. I walked behind him, curled my fingers, and scratched his lumbar dimples. He groaned without warning, “You…” I snorted contemptuously. So useless. “Alright, put on your clothes. You can’t be this sensitive when you strip for sketching later.” I put on the slippers handed over by the butler. “My dad and your mom are not home now, so from now on you have to listen to me.” “It’s too late, I want to drink milk now.” Noah pursed his lips and stood still. Did he not figure out his status yet? Did he think he came here to be a young master? I winked at the butler, and Noah was dragged to the kitchen by the butler. A quarter of an hour later, Noah came to my room. Handed over a glass of milk. I just touched the cup wall and splashed the milk back. “It’s over 113 degrees Fahrenheit. Are you trying to scald me to death?” Noah was drenched from top to bottom, even his eyelashes were stained with pure milk, his eyes slightly shocked. He didn’t move. I said angrily, “What are you staring at? Reheat it.” 3 Before he left, I heard a slight electric current sound. I am very sensitive to all sounds. And I definitely didn’t hear it wrong. The electric current sound came from Noah’s body. Although it was a mechanical sound. But I still heard the words “vicious female supporting character”. Interesting. Another fifteen minutes later, Noah handed over a glass of milk again. I knocked on the dressing table and said, “I don’t want to drink it anymore, get out.” Noah didn’t speak, his face sunken, turned and left. Opened the door with one hand. Listening to the footsteps, he should be a little angry. Just then, I heard the electric current sound again: [Host, bear with this Beagle a little longer!] If Noah is the so-called host, I should be the vicious female supporting character in the System’s mouth. Vicious female supporting character plus Beagle persona. I laughed out loud. Being called a Beagle, could anyone expect me to be normal? The next day, Noah was reading in the study. I smiled and said, “Time to work.” Yesterday I measured with my hands. His figure simply fits human aesthetics too well. It is the best art piece. He lowered his head, his eyes covered by fine bangs. I couldn’t see his expression clearly and tsked. Sprayed a handful of hairspray in my hand, walked over and lifted his bangs up, grabbed a few times casually, and set the shape. Finally, he looked at me sternly. “Don’t move.” I ordered. I measured his facial proportions with my fingers, moving slowly on his skull. His breath hitched, and he didn’t move again. I reached out my other hand and held his neck. His Adam’s apple slid up and down in my palm, seeming to herald the vitality of life. I slowly rubbed his skull and neck. A weird feeling surged up. It seemed that with a gentle twist, he could forever remain in the youngest and most vivid state. I gently outlined on his thin lips, and his breathing stopped instantly. The tips of Noah’s ears turned red, and the electric current sound in his body seemed to be clamoring. [Female supporting character, don’t bully our host!] I patted his face and let go of him. Took him to the basement studio. Opened all the curtains to let the sunlight in. I opened the drawing board and paint box, mixing colors while saying to Noah, “Sit on the stool, take off all clothes.” I saw him half-close his eyes and take a deep breath. Took off his shirt and trousers. I pointed at his only remaining, fully stretched underwear with a paintbrush. Very impatiently: “What about this? Do you want me to help you take it off?” 4 Noah looked cold, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. Finally, he looked up, his dark and beautiful eyes looking straight at me. “No…” His voice was very unhappy. Rejecting me? But immediately I heard the electric current sound communicating with him. “Host, if you annoy this Beagle, you won’t be able to complete the mission.” He seemed to clench his fists. Finally, he compromised: “No need, I’ll do it myself.” I narrowed my eyes. So he has a mission. Satisfied, I sat five meters away from him. Sunlight hit Noah. Projecting the shade of the trees outside the window, natural shadows appeared on the muscles of the body. Very vivid appearance, worth recording. I held my breath, picked up the paintbrush, and gestured Noah’s body proportions in the air. From the angle Noah was sitting, the tree shade covered part of him. Plus the curve of the body folding, it just blocked some key parts. His expression improved slightly. Under the stare of my impatient eyes, Noah sat still for half an hour. The general outline of the body was drawn. “Chirp—” The sound of cicadas suddenly rang outside the window. My pen tip trembled. Accidentally touched the canvas, and my hand began to tremble unconsciously. I put down the paintbrush and wiped the fine sweat on my forehead. Reaching out fingers stained with paint, I caressed the outline of the human body just drawn. Tore it down, eyes flashing with almost fanatical light, and then tore the canvas to shreds under Noah’s puzzled gaze. The strength was great, so great that it seemed to tear the world into fragments in the next second. “Get out! Get out!” I screamed at Noah, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. “Nina, you…” He stood up immediately. Wearing nothing. It looked like he wanted to come over. But because he was wearing nothing, he paused in place. Although my body couldn’t help trembling, my strength was amazing. Tearing the canvas, stepping on the drawing board, throwing paint everywhere. I only had one thought, wanting to catch that cicada. Then throw it into the oil pan and fry it. Then crush it and air-dry it. But I couldn’t catch it, yet it was watching me all the time. Went crazy for a while, and the cicada sound finally quieted down. I also quieted down, leaving the studio as if nothing happened. Only Noah was left standing there silently, looking a bit complicated. He and the System inside him seemed to be frightened. I even heard the whimpering sound of the System, saying I was scarier than a Beagle.

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Graduating meant unemployment. To make ends meet, I decisively changed my degree on my resume to a high school diploma and threw myself into the housekeeping industry. However, on my first day on the job, I successfully witnessed a [Wealthy Family Feud]. The 9-year-old eldest daughter, in order to frame her 6-year-old brother, actually jumped down the stairs… 1 Of course, her little trick didn’t succeed. Because, besides me seeing it. The surveillance cameras captured it clearly too. This eldest miss was fighting over something with her brother. When she couldn’t win, she threw herself down the stairs. So, her mother, my employer, left her in the hospital without even a glance. And the other nannies in the house, disliking her viciousness, pushed the job of taking care of her onto me. Before I could even move into my dorm, I moved into the hospital first. She cried from dark until dawn, crying until my brain buzzed. I wanted to give up, but my negative bank balance told me otherwise. If I ran away, I wouldn’t find such a good job again. Room and board included, and high salary. At least, at least stay until the debt is paid off. I could only try to infiltrate the circle of nanny aunties and learned some news from them. “Never seen such a bad kid. Her brother entered her room, so she deliberately set her own room on fire and framed her brother for it.” “The cookies her dad brought back from abroad, her brother was ignorant and ate them first, she almost strangled her brother to death.” “Usually, she can’t stand her parents praising her brother. As long as they praise him, she definitely hits her brother.” “Such a girl, if she were back in our hometown, she would have been beaten to death long ago.” I felt very uncomfortable listening to this. Suddenly, a voice popped up behind me: “I am just such a vicious person, so what?” I was so scared that I dropped my phone on the ground. Turning around, I found her standing behind me, gnashing her teeth in hatred. A pair of beautiful eyes cried out of shape. She even wanted to kick me: “You, a servant, dare to arrange my words behind my back.” “Believe it or not, I’ll fire you.” I dodged in time and avoided her kick. But she slipped and fell. Immediately, the crying was earth-shaking. I hurried to help her up, held her in my arms, and coaxed her carefully. I thought she would make a bigger scene. But she strangely calmed down. I looked down in surprise and saw her snuggling in my arms, looking obedient. When she found my gaze and met mine. She immediately lowered her head. Then she reacted and shouted at me fiercely: “What are you looking at.” “Believe it or not, this miss will gouge out your eyes.” At such a young age, why learn so many lines from TV dramas? I carried her back to the ward, laughing and crying, and pressed the call bell to summon the doctor to check on her. Good news, she’s fine. Bad news, she shouted pain and insisted I rub it for her, or she would complain to the family. When Nanny Wang came to deliver food, she saw me rubbing her leg. My hands hurt from rubbing, alternating left and right. While one hand rubbed, the other was shaking. Nanny Wang put down the things and gave me a look. So I made an excuse to wash the dishes and went out to meet Nanny Wang. Nanny Wang opened her mouth and said, curling her lips in extreme disgust: “You hugged her this time, she will make a fuss if you don’t hug her next time.” I found it strange to hear. But I didn’t agree with Nanny Wang’s words, just gently retorted: “Children, aren’t they just wanting kisses, hugs, and being lifted high?” 2 This wasn’t a big deal. But Nanny Wang just looked at me with a half-smile, said nothing, and left. I was completely confused. Could only choose not to take Nanny Wang’s words to heart. Anyway, as long as I maintain a diligent image in front of others, it’s fine. I returned to the ward and fed my eldest miss. She indeed had an unusual squeamishness. Not only did she need me to feed her, but she also picked and chose: “Oh, I don’t eat onions.” “Why are there no chicken legs? They must have been eaten by Lucas.” “I’m going to beat him up when I get back.” I coaxed and persuaded her to eat: “Then you can’t be picky eaters.” “Balanced nutrition makes you strong enough to beat your brother.” Hearing this, she immediately stared at me with round eyes: “Aren’t you going to persuade me to yield to Lucas?” I looked innocent: “Why yield?” She frowned: “Everyone says so, because I’m the older sister.” Saying this, a look of indignation appeared on her face: “Why?” “Yeah, why?” I guided her: “You are a few years older than him, you will be a few years older than him for a lifetime.” “If you put it that way, don’t you have to yield for a lifetime?” Hearing this, she suddenly became interested, looking at me with shining eyes: “Not bad, not bad, this miss appreciates you.” “From now on, you are on my side.” I found it funny listening, indeed a child. I mastered the method to handle her. Just hug her, tell her fairy tales, and agree with her. This eldest miss is actually not that hard to serve. After staying in the hospital for three days, the doctor issued a discharge notice after confirming she didn’t have a concussion. I took her back home. The family had an invisible malice towards her arrival. Her mother frowned upon seeing her, hugged her little son, and turned away. Other nannies whispered when they saw her. Their eyes were filled with undisguised disgust and loathing. Just as she was about to throw the toy in her hand at someone, I immediately held her hand. Squatting down, I persuaded softly: “Don’t you like the little bunny very much?” “Throwing the little bunny at people, the little bunny will hurt.” Hearing this, she quickly hugged the little bunny in her arms and kept stroking it. I sighed secretly, both distressed for her and worried that she would cause trouble and implicate me. Heard that every time she caused trouble, a nanny was fired. I led her back to her room. Because she burned her room before, she now lived in a narrow utility room without even a window. Not a bit of light, and a strange smell. It is no exaggeration to say that my dorm is more than a little better than this. Strangely, she didn’t show any discomfort, but put her bunny toy on the bed. Carefully covered the little bunny with a quilt. I opened the suitcase and organized the room for her. An uncomfortable voice came from above my head: “This is mom’s punishment for me burning the room.” “When she cools down, she will let me move back to my original room.” “It’s not that she doesn’t like me.” I looked up at this little girl. She tried hard to act indifferent and didn’t look at me. But the hand clutching the quilt was very forceful. I pretended not to see her stubbornness and said casually: “Yeah, yeah, it’s good that you know your mistake.” “How dangerous it is to burn the room. If something happened to you, how would your mom face it?” From the corner of my eye, I saw her breathe a long sigh of relief. I think she also needs someone to affirm that her mother loves her, right? 3 The dark and damp room is really not suitable for living. Even if I clean it three times a day and use all the effective insect repellents, there are always some insect bite marks on her body. On her fair skin, the red and swollen marks are shocking, with faint blood under the skin. I persuaded her: “How about you sleep with me tonight?” “Living in the staff dorm with me, you are also being punished.” She was obviously tempted, but she shook her head stubbornly: “No, I have to let mom cool down.” “If I go to your place, mom will probably think I’m disobedient.” Coincidentally, Nanny Liu passed by. She tsked disdainfully: “If you are really that sensible, why do you always anger your mom and beat your brother?” Hearing this, the little girl bit her lower lip, a look of grievance appearing on her face. Just when anger appeared on her face, I scolded Nanny Liu in time: “Nanny Liu, we are all workers. It’s not good to ask about the employer’s family affairs!” “Sir and Madam also don’t like us pointing fingers at family affairs?” Hearing this, Nanny Liu snorted from her nose and walked away twisting her waist. I turned back to look at the little girl, only to see her eyebrows knitted together, large tears in her eyes. “I really want to listen to mom.” “But, I really, really don’t want to…” I hugged her, holding her tightly in my arms, telling her: “You are not wrong.” “My miss is a very obedient and sensible child.” “It’s them who are unfair, always forcing miss to give up her rights.” What she did was indeed a bit extreme. However, a little girl, unwilling to let her brother enter her room, had to resort to burning the room. Had to use the method of strangling her brother to get the right to share food equally with him. The ones who are wrong are clearly the parents~ I am just a housekeeping staff, certainly impossible to blame my employer. I can only try my best to make her live better. Decorate her room. Change to the cutest little bunny night light for her. Put jasmine flowers, let her fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers… Thunder rumbled in the middle of the night, and the temperature dropped suddenly. After being woken up, I saw a dark figure in the room. I screamed in fright. The other party screamed too. I turned on the night light. The little girl was looking at me holding a pillow, wearing a thin nightdress, her face pale from the cold. I quickly got up and pulled her onto the bed, wrapping her tightly in the quilt: “What’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you put on a coat? What if you catch a cold?” I couldn’t help scolding her. She sobbed and told me: “The noise is so loud, I’m so scared.” “I wanted to find mom.” She hiccuped: “She was in Lucas’s room and told me to get out.” At this moment, for the first time, I felt a strong injustice for this girl. Even if she is competitive and sensitive. With such loud thunder, having coaxed one child, what’s wrong with hugging another? I held her tightly, trying to pass the warmth from my body to her. The next day, when waking up. Her body was scorching hot. I hurried to take her to see a doctor. But she ran barefoot to her mother’s room. Red all over, opening her arms, crying and shouting: “Mom, hug.” I couldn’t help but speak up: “Miss has a fever, can you…” I saw her mother’s face change drastically, picking up things on the table and throwing them at her: “Get, get out.” “Are you trying to infect your brother on purpose?” Then she actually sprayed alcohol spray at her fiercely. I was afraid the alcohol spray would get into her eyes. Quickly blocked in front of her, instantly getting wet on the back. The little girl and I were pulled out of the room by Nanny Wang and others. Her brother was in the room, held in Madam’s arms, making faces at us. The room door closed ruthlessly. The little girl cried hoarsely, struggling with hands and feet, still calling for mom. In a moment of inattention, the nanny let go. She fell on the ground. She didn’t act spoiled asking for hugs anymore. Instead, she crawled up, lying on the door, banging non-stop: “Mom.” She cried so miserably that even the nannies’ faces were moved. Whispering: “No matter what, she’s biological. How can she be so cruel?” With a retch. She vomited. Vomited until her whole body convulsed, filth all over the floor. But even lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, she still called for mom. Ignoring the filth, I rushed up and held her in my arms: “Miss, I’ll take you to the hospital.” She had no strength to struggle anymore. Could only let me act. I took her to the hospital. It was a viral infection. If we came a little later, it would have developed into pneumonia. But it wasn’t contagious. I told the employer the news here, but the other side told me coldly. “Then you stay with her in the hospital.” “I’ll increase your salary. Don’t let her come back to harm people.” 4 Her mother really hates her. Is it because of the second-born boy? Or is it because she really fights too much? Not that kind of good daughter? During her treatment in the hospital, she remained silent. Only her gaze was always cast outside the ward. I knew she was waiting for her mother to come. I could only lie to her: “You are sick, it will infect people.” “Your mother is also afraid of getting sick. Do you want your mother to catch the disease?” I spat on myself secretly. Why join the army of gaslighting her? But she just asked me: “What about you? Why aren’t you afraid?” I should tell her, because I took the money, this is my job. Should tell her even more, this money was paid by her mother, meaning my presence equals her mother’s presence. Let her deceive herself, let her continue to live in the illusion that her mother still loves her. However, looking at her eyes that had lost their luster, I told her: “Because I love you.” “So, I feel distressed for you, distressed that you are sick, distressed that you are uncomfortable.” “I want to stay by your side. Even if I can’t share the discomfort with you, I won’t leave you here alone.” She blushed on both cheeks, saying with a proud face: “You, what nonsense are you talking about?” “How could you, you are just a nanny…” Saying this, her expression dimmed: “Mom and Dad don’t like me, let alone you.” I gave her a most enthusiastic reply. Holding her, placing a kiss between her eyebrows. “Who said that? I really, really like you.” “You will always fight for your rights.” “Brave and sober, who wouldn’t like that?” “Unless, it’s someone thinking of taking advantage of you.” I cupped her face, saying firmly to the bewildered her: “Don’t expect love from such people. They don’t deserve it.” I stayed with her in the hospital for a month. This time when discharged, still no one came to pick her up. The difference is, she no longer had the expectation of the last time. Just a faint expression, which made my heart ache. However, upon returning home, I saw construction workers going in and out. The nanny told me: “Miss’s room has been renovated, formaldehyde removed.” “Getting so sick this time, Madam finally cooled down.” I smiled hearing this. Looking at the little girl, her eyes also curved. However, when arriving at the door of her original room. Lucas had already moved in, rolling on the bed. Madam was beside, smiling and saying: “This one has the best ventilation and sunlight.” “Living in a bad room makes it easy to get sick.” I was stunned. The little girl stood blankly at the door. Madam happened to look over. The first glance at her biological daughter. She always frowned first and then spoke impatiently. She said: “This room will be used by your brother in the future.” “This home will be your brother’s in the future. The best things naturally should be left for him.” I froze for a moment, then heard the little girl say gloomily: “Why?” “And, why is he the one inheriting the family business?” The little girl used a lot of force, pinching my hand until it hurt. I exclaimed in pain. Then heard Madam’s exasperated voice: “Of course it will be your brother. Do you still want to fight for it?” Saying this, Madam’s gaze moved to me, suddenly realizing: “So, this is your method to climb up.” I looked blank. Then heard Madam say angrily: “I wondered why you, a university graduate, pretended to be a junior high graduate to be a little nanny here.” “Turns out you want to incite my daughter to grab the family business and destroy our family relationship.”

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