When I learned that my CEO brother was acting like a total simp for the heroine, I hugged my little blanket and slept at the villain’s door. As he was about to send me back, he noticed the bruise on my wrist. “Did Julian Sterling abuse you?!” I nodded sleepily. After my brother was dumped by the heroine yet again, he finally remembered he had a little ancestor at home. By then, the villain was already attending my kindergarten parent-teacher meetings for me. My brother’s vision went dark: “I only left for a month, I didn’t die! Why won’t you acknowledge me?” The villain coaxed me with a lollipop: “Be good~ How about changing to a different brother?” 1 When I was three years old, I accidentally had a dream. I learned that my brother was just one of the heroine’s simps. He would infinitely lower his bottom line for the heroine. Acting crazy for her, mad for her, banging his head against the wall for her. In the end, he willingly offered his family fortune as the heroine’s wedding gift. And he took me to live in a 30-square-meter cheap apartment, listening to the couple next door arguing three times a day. To change this ending. I used my limited IQ to try a series of efforts, including but not limited to crying loudly when the heroine called him late at night saying she was scared alone, trying to keep him. When the heroine had period cramps, I deliberately spit up milk to make him change my clothes. When the heroine had her graduation performance, I learned to sing “Only Brother is Good in the World” to move him… But I forgot. My family has a nanny, but the heroine is an orphan. My brother threw me to the nanny to coax me. Seeing more and more water entering his brain, I solemnly decided to find myself a new brother. So I picked a little brother in the villa area next door. He is the villain, and also my brother’s nemesis, who would trip up the heroine’s simps. Sinister and cunning. Looking exactly like a dog training master! And he does have a Border Collie. Once my brother bought fruit for the heroine and forgot me at the fruit shop. He happened to be there too. I took an apple from the shelf next to me and handed it to his Border Collie. In return, he had his dog carry me home. I wanted him to punish my brother. Yesterday was my third birthday. The nanny specially put a princess dress on me to wait for my brother to come back. But he went to the movies with the heroine. The nanny coaxed me, saying when Harper Lane becomes my sister-in-law, there will be two people loving me. But I know, she won’t be my sister-in-law. The heroine is destined for the male lead! So, I decided to run away from home! Put some pressure on my simp brother. After nightfall, I successfully dodged the nanny who was chatting on the phone in the toilet and crawled out through the dog hole in the wall. I hugged my little blanket and walked barefoot to the villa area next door. Twenty minutes later, I stood at the door of Damien Darke’s house. This villa was even bigger than mine, but the lights were dim, looking cold. I took a deep breath, spread the little blanket on the steps in front of the door, and curled up to lie down. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard barking and footsteps from inside the door. The door opened, and a slipper almost stepped on my face. “What the hell?!” Damien’s voice stopped abruptly. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, meeting a pair of surprised eyes. Under the moonlight, his tall figure loomed over me, wearing a bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing exquisite collarbones. “Why are you here?” Damien frowned and asked. Before I could answer, a black and white shadow darted out from his leg and pounced on me enthusiastically. Dumpling’s wet nose sniffed all over my face, tail wagging so hard it was about to fly. “Dumpling!” Damien scolded: “This isn’t a kitten, you can’t keep it!” Dumpling whimpered aggrievedly but stubbornly put its front paws on my shoulders and started washing my face with its tongue. I giggled, taking the opportunity to scramble up and hug Damien’s calf directly: “Brother, hug!” He stiffened all over, like the pause button was pressed. Dumpling seized the opportunity, grabbed my back collar, and dragged me into the house. “Hey! Stupid dog! Stop!” Damien wanted to stop it, but Dumpling had already successfully dragged me into the entryway. I took the chance to let go of my collar and climbed onto Damien using both hands and feet. “Get down,” he said coldly. I shook my head and buried my face in his neck: “Ruan Ruan is cold…” 2 Damien’s body stiffened further, but he didn’t forcefully pull me off. Dumpling spun around excitedly beside us, occasionally nudging my foot with its head, as if saying “Look at me, look at me!” “Does Julian know you’re here?” he asked coldly. I pouted, tears coming instantly: “Brother doesn’t want Ruan Ruan anymore…” My sleeve slipped down, inadvertently revealing a bruise on my wrist. Damien’s eyes changed immediately. He grabbed my wrist: “What happened here?” I shrank my neck timidly: “Ruan Ruan hurts… Brother is angry…” Actually, I bumped it myself when crawling under the table to get a ball. After my brother came back, he threw a fit, blaming the nanny for not watching me properly. The nanny was indeed negligent; she was scrolling through happy short videos. Damien’s face was terrifyingly gloomy. “Julian hit you?” I didn’t answer, just lowered my head, acting out the grievance vividly. Damien took a deep breath, seeming to suppress his anger. Just then, Dumpling ran over with its food bowl in its mouth, put it in front of me, and looked at Damien expectantly. Damien looked at his dog speechlessly: “It’s 2 AM.” Dumpling stood stubbornly still. I touched my belly: “Ruan Ruan is hungry.” Dumpling immediately picked up a piece of dog food, spat it at our feet, wagging its tail even more happily. Damien rubbed his temples: “I’ll go heat some milk for you.” He pointed warningly at Dumpling: “Don’t hide her in your doghouse.” Dumpling tilted its head, an innocent expression of “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Ten minutes later, Damien returned to the living room with two saucers of milk. Dumpling immediately pricked up its ears, tail beating a cheerful rhythm on the floor. “Sit,” he ordered. Dumpling immediately sat up straight, front paws together, like a well-trained soldier. I blinked and followed suit with a “Woof,” sitting up straight too. Damien’s hand paused in mid-air, milk almost spilling: “What are you doing?” “Table manners,” I tilted my head, imitating Dumpling’s expectant expression: “At home, Nanny Li teaches me like this.” Damien’s brows knotted: “She makes you bark like a dog?” I nodded, recalling: “She said this is noble etiquette. Once I didn’t bark, she told my brother I ate with my hands.” Speaking of this, I suddenly became sad. My brother was very angry that day. At dinner, he deliberately put down his chopsticks and fed me a chicken leg with his hands. He pinched my cheek with his greasy hands: “My Ruan Ruan can eat however she wants.” My brother was good to me, but he didn’t have time to change the nanny for me. Just because Harper Lane said I had feelings for this nanny, and if I changed to a new one, I would definitely be shy. And later, he got busier and busier, never eating with me again. Damien put the milk in front of me and Dumpling, his face terrifyingly gloomy: “Is that nanny still working at your house?” “Mm.” I took a small sip of milk: “Auntie Li also taught me how a pony drinks water. Does brother want to see?” His thumb gently stroked the bruise on my wrist, voice so low it was almost inaudible: “Julian, that bastard…” I finished the milk and looked up tangledly: “Brother, my brother doesn’t want me anymore. Can you take me in? I eat very little.” In my dream, Damien also had a sister, but she had congenital heart disease from birth and later died young due to negligence. He didn’t even have time to spoil her. After that incident, his parents divorced. Coincidentally, my parents also divorced. They had a business marriage. After the divorce, neither wanted the child, each going to find true love. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been left to my brother. 3 Damien’s brows knitted into a knot. He looked down at me clinging to his thigh, then at Dumpling spinning excitedly, veins throbbing on his temples. “I’m usually very busy,” he rubbed his brow: “No time to take care of a kid.” I immediately held up three little fingers: “Ruan Ruan will be very good! Can eat by myself, sleep by myself, play by myself!” As if understanding our conversation, Dumpling suddenly rushed into the living room, dragged its huge dog bed over huffing and puffing to my feet, then barked proudly “Woof,” tail wagging like a propeller. Damien looked at it expressionlessly: “She’s not a kitten, she can’t sleep with you, you’ll crush her.” Dumpling whimpered unconvinced, nudging my hand with its wet nose, as if saying “I won’t.” Finally, he sighed deeply: “…If you don’t cause trouble, I can reluctantly keep you for a few days.” “Thank you brother, thank you Dumpling~” I hugged Dumpling and gave it a big kiss. Dumpling was even more excited than me, running around the house with my small blanket in its mouth, finally frozen in place by Damien’s look. “Sleep.” Damien picked me up by the back of my collar like carrying a kitten into the guest room. I obediently crawled under the covers, watching him turn off the light and leave. The moment the door closed, the whole room plunged into darkness. The wall clock ticked, tree shadows swayed outside the window, casting ferocious shadows on the wall. I clutched the quilt tightly, finally unable to resist crawling out of bed. At the end of the corridor, a ray of light leaked from under Damien’s door. I gently pushed open the door and saw Damien leaning against the headboard reading documents. The bedside lamp cast warm shadows on his chiseled profile. Dumpling discovered me immediately, running over happily wagging its tail. “What now?” he asked without looking up. I twisted the corner of the quilt, whispering: “…Ruan Ruan is afraid of the dark.” Damien looked up then, seeing me shivering at the door. His expression softened under the light, but his tone remained stiff: “Afraid of the dark at three years old?” “Auntie Li said if I don’t sleep, monsters will catch me at night!” I said in horror. Damien stared at me for a full ten seconds, finally closing the file in defeat: “Come here.” My eyes lit up, hugging the quilt and trotting over. Dumpling was faster than me, already jumping on the bed to occupy the best spot. “Not here.” Damien pointed to the chaise longue in the corner: “You sleep there.” I obediently climbed onto the sofa, wrapping myself into a silkworm baby with the quilt. Dumpling whined in dissatisfaction but still jumped off the bed, lying on the carpet next to me to guard me. Damien turned off the main light, leaving only a night light. Although I wanted to pressure my brother to care about me again. But I didn’t expect that I had run away from home for a day, and he still hadn’t discovered I was gone! He took Harper Lane on a business trip. Damien sent someone to check. When Auntie Li saw I was gone, her first reaction was not to tell my brother but to run away for fear of responsibility! “Very good.” He sneered, looking very much like the big villain in cartoons: “Is the Julian Group negotiating the real estate project in the east of the city recently?” Assistant Chen pushed up his glasses: “Signing tomorrow.” “Before twelve tonight, I want to see this project surnamed Darke.” Damien threw the broken pen into the trash can: “I’ll pay double the breach of contract penalty.” I was counting on my fingers how much double was when he suddenly picked me up and put me on the desk. 4 He supported himself on both sides of me, eyes narrowing dangerously: “Kid, does your brother treat you like this usually?” Dumpling barked anxiously at the edge of the table. I took the opportunity to use its paw as a handrail: “Brother is just… busy?” Actually, before he met Harper Lane, he would take me to Disneyland and accompany me on the Ferris wheel. On my second birthday, he even wore a Jojo mascot costume to celebrate my birthday. Damien’s expression became even scarier. Three days later, a card suddenly appeared in my small backpack. Damien was tying my pigtails, although his skills weren’t great. He said casually: “The profit from the third project Julian lost is in there.” “Wow!” I held up the shiny bank card: “How many cheese sticks can this buy?” His hand paused: “…Is that the point?” “Otherwise?” I tilted my head to look at him: “Then… can I afford a Peppa Pig watch?” Damien choked: “At market price, you can buy the cheese stick factory directly and eat for a lifetime!” My mouth opened into an O shape! This is simply a dream come true! Damien is not a big villain! He is Santa Claus! “Hide it well.” Damien stuffed the card back into my dinosaur-printed backpack: “This is your…” “Dowry!” I answered quickly, just learned from TV recently: “Then can I buy teething sticks for Dumpling?” The corner of Damien’s mouth twitched: “…As you wish.” I pounced on him and gave him a big kiss. Damien petrified instantly, not even reacting when I pulled his six-figure tie askew. “Brother Damien is the best!” I hung around his neck swinging: “Better than my real brother!” The tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stiffly pulled me down but reached out to rub the top of my head. I played wildly with Dumpling at home for three days, almost forgetting about kindergarten. Until Damien came home from work and saw the neighbor picking up his son, he realized I had been skipping school for days. He planned to send me to kindergarten. But I didn’t want to go. Early in the morning, Damien’s voice came from outside the bed. “Ruan Ruan, come out!” I shrank further under the bed. From this angle, I could see his polished leather shoes pacing irritably by the bed, already seventeen round trips. “If you don’t come out in three minutes, today’s cheese stick is canceled.” I covered my mouth. Despicable! Actually threatening a three-year-old with snacks! Dumpling’s tail swept across my face. It tilted its head to look at me, its black grape-like eyes written with “Told you hiding here is useless.” “Five, four, three…” When I crawled out using both hands and feet, I met Damien’s squatting gaze. He wore a black shirt today, collar slightly open, looking very much like the big bad wolf that eats children in cartoons. “Reason.” He picked me up by the back collar of my pajamas: “Why not go to kindergarten?” I kicked my legs in mid-air: “…Stomach ache.” “Liar.” Damien narrowed his eyes: “Yesterday you said you liked the plush bunny in kindergarten the most.” I pouted, suddenly my nose soured. That plush bunny named Snowball was cut to pieces by Ms. Li long ago, just because I said it was my only good friend. Damien’s expression changed suddenly. He put me on the bed, kneeling on one knee to look me in the eye: “Someone bullied you?” Dumpling took the chance to burrow out, rubbing my palm with its wet nose.

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I’m a gold digger, through and through. My Instagram is filled with photos of high-end afternoon teas I split the cost for, each shot carefully angled to look perfect in a grid. Hanging on my arm are high-quality replica designer bags, a different one every week. I wrapped myself in the sweet candy of vanity, earning envious glances from everyone around. Until the third month of my flaunting wealth. Suddenly, countless comments started scrolling across the sky: 【The plot is starting. The male lead is about to confess to the gold-digging supporting female character.】 【Laughing to death. The supporting female really thinks the male lead likes her. Actually, he’s only approaching her to expose her vain, gold-digging true colors.】 【The supporting female’s mom sells crepes on the street, yet she pretends to be a wealthy heiress all day.】 【The male lead will always belong to our female lead baby. Childhood sweethearts, no one can tear them apart.】 The comments just finished flashing. A large, well-defined hand suddenly extended in front of me, holding an exquisite jewelry box. Inside was a Louis Vuitton bracelet shimmering with fine light. Lucas Thorne leaned in with his handsome face, confessing to me affectionately: “Willow, can I be your boyfriend?” 1 The comments started scrolling crazily again. 【Game start~ The supporting female must think the male lead has fallen for her, smug that another simp has taken the bait. Little does she know, she is the prey in the male lead’s hands.】 【Gold diggers only deserve to meet male leads who slap them in the face hard.】 【Haha, this bracelet is fake. The supporting female doesn’t know quality and is happily accepting it.】 【The male and female leads have been childhood sweethearts for over ten years. The male lead has perfect morals and will never fall in love with any other girl.】 I lowered my eyes and glanced at the bracelet hooked on my finger. The workmanship was fine. At a rough glance, it looked no different from the authentic product at the counter. But holding it in hand, one could spot the subtle differences in the diamond setting. High-quality replica. Worth a few hundred bucks at most. In the company, Mia Stone, who had always been against me, hid behind her computer, covering her mouth and snickering. Her eyes glanced at me from time to time. She was the female lead mentioned in the comments. And also Lucas Thorne’s childhood sweetheart. The comments said this confession was an exposure game they planned privately. Just to completely lift the veil of me, the gold digger. To make me a laughingstock in everyone’s eyes. Seeing no reaction from me, Lucas suppressed the impatience on his face and spoke again with love: “Willow Ginger, I noticed you from the first day you joined.” “You are bright, sunny, full of endless vitality and passion.” “So, will you be my girlfriend?” 2 Before Lucas confessed, he had frequently appeared in my world, “accidentally” encountering me for a long time. On the very first day I came to this big company as an intern. Countless people were gossiping: “Heard that the only daughter of our company’s CEO also hid her identity and came to the grassroots level for internship.” “Don’t know which one is the wealthy heiress, actually coming to do the hardest and most tiring work.” “The CEO’s surname is Ginger. Could it be… Willow Ginger in our office?” After these words were spoken, all probing eyes fell on me. I was covered in luxury brands. Youthful, beautiful. Out of place compared to the plainly dressed girls in the same office. I lifted my eyelids lazily, completely ignoring everyone’s gaze. Instead, I took out a compact mirror, carefully touching up my lipstick while saying vigilantly: “I promised my dad not to tell anyone about my family situation.” This sentence was ambiguous. But more likely to arouse speculation from others. Everyone assumed by default that I was the heiress of the Ginger family. Only Mia sneered, saying indifferently: “Fake can’t be real.” “Some people, be careful not to overact.” Everyone thought this was jealousy; no one cared. But from that day on. I started frequently bumping into her childhood sweetheart. Lucas Thorne. 3 When entering the company, I would meet him waiting by the elevator, enthusiastically inviting me to go up together. In the company gym, every time I passed by, I could see him shirtless, revealing hard eight-pack abs, steadily lifting equipment over his head. Then, meeting my appreciative gaze, pretending to be unbearably hot, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and pouring it over his head. Jawline clearly visible. Transparent water meandering down the lines of his abs. The sunset glow through the window wrapped around the hormones about to explode from him. With beauty in front, I just glanced sideways, unsurprised, and walked away gracefully in my stilettos. Leaving behind a disappointed look until it disappeared. Wealthy heiresses are knowledgeable and have seen countless people. How could they stop for a crooked neck tree? The encounters lasted for two months. Lucas finally couldn’t bear the relationship without any progress and chose to burn his boats, actively confessing to me. Amid the male lead’s increasingly anxious expression, I revealed a meaningful smile: “Being someone’s boyfriend, is it just giving a fake bracelet?” 4 【Wait, how does the supporting female know the bracelet is fake?】 【She’s a gold digger; getting a fake bracelet is already good enough. Does she want a real one?】 【Disgusted. Begging the male and female leads to expose the gold digger’s true face quickly.】 Lucas’s face changed abruptly. Embarrassment climbed onto his face, but he still tried to save face: “Willow, how could I give you a fake?” I held up the shiny bracelet: “The authentic one has a four-prong setting for the rhinestones; yours only has three.” After speaking, I blinked and gave him an out: “Were you cheated by a purchasing agent when you bought the bracelet?” Lucas nodded hurriedly: “Yes, yes, I can’t tell the difference. The agent must have fooled me with a fake.” “But Willow, my heart for you is true. Just accept me as your boyfriend, okay?” He had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. It was exceptionally easy to fake deep affection. I tossed the bracelet back into the jewelry box, smiling sweetly: “As long as you replace the bracelet with a real one, I’ll accept your confession.”

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I used to be a famous princess in the entertainment industry. Relying on my family’s wealth, I worked with all the popular young stars. After satisfying my acting bug, I quickly ran away. Less than a year later, a nepotism baby took over the screen. Countless comments flooded my Twitter: [Begging the princess to come out of retirement.] 1 While having afternoon tea on my private island. I accidentally clicked on my Twitter. I rarely checked it because I used to get scolded so badly there. When I saw “999+” notifications, I realized something was wrong. As I was about to close the page, I accidentally opened the comments. Damn, my beautiful day is coming to an end. I frowned tightly, bracing myself. But I didn’t see a single dirty word. [Sister, if you defeat Chloe Yu, you deserve a shrine!!] [Snatch Chloe Yu’s resources!! Sister!!] [It seems the entertainment industry really can’t do without Zoe Zhou, begging the princess to come out of retirement!] This… who bought me fake reviewers? Do they still think I wasn’t scolded enough back then? But it was too sincere! Some even had verified badges. I found it a bit funny. I took a screenshot and shared it to my fan group, which only had ten people. Unexpectedly, when my fans saw me appear, they messaged me crazily. [Sister Zoe, your good days are coming!] [Chloe Yu replaced you as the industry’s most hated “forced” star! Sister, work harder, let’s make a comeback!] Chloe Yu? This name looked familiar. When I was being blackened by the whole country before, I investigated the source of the brainless hate. It was this name. I searched online. It turns out she is the new “industry plant” everyone loves to hate, holding the female lead roles of more than a dozen major IPs. The fans of the stars about to work with her all felt their worlds go dark. She didn’t even graduate from a professional acting school, but she’s backed by a dad who owns a film and television company. So she got to work with a lot of popular stars. Fans described the act of being forced to watch Chloe Yu to support their idols as “eating dirt with tears in their eyes.” In just a few minutes, I watched more than a dozen of Chloe Yu’s “famous” acting scenes. Netizens said she acts like an AI, and even her blinking reveals a sense of woodenness. It seems… I am indeed better than her. If she can act, why can’t I? This is perfect. New debts and old accounts can be settled together. So, I posted a Tweet after a year of silence. [Chapter One: Return.] 2 I have been very interested in acting since I was a child. After studying acting abroad, I prepared to return to the country. But I don’t know who leaked that I was going to film. I was surrounded by reporters as soon as I got off the plane. At the same time, countless scripts flew into my email. Among them were many from big domestic directors. My family advised me not to film. They said it’s tiring and bitter, and I’d have to be scrutinized by the audience. But I was bent on pursuing my dreams. The news reports made me mistakenly think that the entertainment industry welcomed me very much. Unexpectedly, this was a kind of killing with kindness. Everything was because I was the daughter of the Zhou Group. I picked a few good scripts. After filming, before they were even broadcast, they were boycotted by the whole network. [Speechless, can capitalists please not poison the big screen?] [It must be nice to be a princess. Director Zhang had no choice but to cast her as the heroine. His reputation is ruined.] [Zoe Zhou get out of the entertainment industry!!] The result was natural. The two TV dramas I acted in had mediocre ratings. Especially the first drama. My acting skills were not mature, and I hadn’t adapted to the filming environment. So I was laughed at for my “facial paralysis” acting. Because of anxiety, my face was swollen at that time, and the audience said I was ugly. It took a month to adapt and start to get better. Unfortunately, the few genuine fans who spoke for me were labeled as “paid bots.” Later, the movie I filmed was very competitive and rushed to first place at the box office. But my reputation still didn’t reverse. Especially after I was nominated for Best Actress for this movie. Those anti-fans’ mouths became even more vicious. They said I relied on my dad to buy awards. Heaven and earth as my witness, because of my persistence in filming, I quarreled with my family several times. My dad wouldn’t care about me in this matter. After satisfying my acting bug, I ran away overnight, regardless of how netizens commented on me. 3 I studied the scripts in Chloe Yu’s hands. Several heroines have their own growth arcs, and the emotional contrast before and after is great. Chloe Yu’s acting skills are completely incapable of handling them. If I grab them, it can be regarded as doing justice for the heavens. Among these dozen roles, I took a fancy to a costume drama with a strong female lead. And the production team of this drama is not Chloe Yu’s dad’s company. This is much easier to handle. I made a phone call and contacted the director of this crew. The director was in a dilemma, saying that Chloe Yu’s dad invested 20 million. I burst out laughing. 20 million? I have that too, okay. I directly invested 50 million and became one of the producers of this crew. As long as the drama explodes, I’ll recover the cost in minutes. That night, I took a picture of the script cover and posted it on Twitter. [New beginning.] With an uneasy heart, I glanced at the comment area. Sure enough, the comment area was peaceful. Everyone was supporting me for doing a beautiful job. The matter of grabbing the role was also posted on Twitter by Chloe Yu. [Virtue does not match position; there must be future disaster.] She was almost explicitly calling me out. But it really looked like she was scolding herself. So, the two of us went on the trending search side by side. Chloe Yu also bought marketing accounts to publicize my history of being wildly blackened before. As I thought, it’s still those few marketing accounts that used to mindlessly hate on me. As a result, the audience didn’t buy it, and the comment area overturned completely. [Big sister, aren’t you a nepotism baby yourself?] [Speechless. Between Chloe Yu and Zoe Zhou, Zoe Zhou’s acting is better.] [Zoe Zhou can’t get along with people? Why did she just grab one role then?] The battle between the two of us gradually fermented and expanded. Melon-eating netizens began to compare us in all aspects. Some netizens dug out old tweets from artists and popular stars in my previous crews who had secretly spoken up for me. These were people who either didn’t make waves at the time or were splashed with dirty water themselves. Now, they have all been vindicated. 4 Seeing that the audience had expectations for me to play this role. I was gearing up and ready to do a big job. During the script reading meeting, the main personnel of our production team met for the first time. I looked at the author and thought the few questions I prepared could finally be asked. But unexpectedly, the author just glanced at me and looked away indifferently. Midway through, I left the conference room for a while. When I went back, I heard the author’s voice from inside. “Director, can’t the main actor be changed?” I stopped and waited to hear what the author said next. “My novel is like my child. I can’t accept letting a pure nepotism baby play the role I wrote.” The next voice surprised me even more. “Exactly. Only I can act this role.” “No one else can.” The voice was arrogant and willful, revealing soaring confidence. Sister, let’s be real. If you could play this role well, the internet wouldn’t be full of video clips of your funny acting. Do you play a good role based on your flying expressions, or based on your howling? After she finished speaking, the director’s tired voice came online. “Chloe Yu, this matter is done and cannot be changed. I will find you again next time when there is a chance.” “As the author, don’t I have the right to speak? I think Yu Yu is quite sincere.” I stood outside the door and couldn’t help but cross my arms. Before coming, I did my homework online. Although Chloe Yu’s acting skills are not good, her skill in currying favor is excellent. The author has shown the gifts Chloe Yu gave her more than once on Twitter. Either famous watches or red wine bought from abroad. No wonder Chloe Yu is so painstaking. This original work is the most famous among all the heroines she grabbed, and it had over a million fans during the serialization period. So, as soon as this novel was revealed to be remade, fans wailed. The novel author was also dissatisfied with Chloe Yu at first. But she couldn’t stand Chloe Yu’s enthusiasm and finally changed her tune, saying she believed Chloe Yu could work hard. Work hard on what? Hard work is not a fig leaf for poor acting skills. Now the role has been changed to me, and netizens clapped and applauded. This shows how repulsive netizens are to Chloe Yu’s acting skills. I didn’t want to hear what they said anymore. I pushed open the door. The voices in the conference room stopped abruptly. Chloe Yu, dressed in a “little fragrance” style suit, hair exquisitely curled, stared at me with wide eyes. Her eyes were full of dissatisfaction. “Nothing to say. I am one of the three producers of this drama. If I say the lead can’t be changed, then she can’t be changed.” Chloe Yu blushed and raised her phone. I raised my eyebrows. “Or Miss Chu can also compare with me to see who invested more.” Chloe Yu heard this sentence, and the movement of her hand stiffened, revealing a look of gnashing teeth. Don’t worry. Even if you crush your teeth, you have to swallow them. You are touted by capital, but I am capital. Humph. You say nepotism baby? I’ll show you a nepotism baby.

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My desk mate couldn’t afford lunch, so I said: “I’ll treat you!” My desk mate couldn’t afford medicine, so I said: “I’ll buy it for you!” I single-handedly raised him from a skinny little monkey into a strapping, 6’2″ handsome guy. After graduating high school, we went our separate ways. I heard he was found by his billionaire father, while my family fell into ruin. To save up for living expenses, I became a sales associate at a luxury store, and my desk mate became my customer. The tables turned. This time, it was his turn to say: “Pick whatever you want.” Later, he pinned me against the wall, taking off his glasses: “Give me one more thing.” “What?” “You.” 1 My homeroom teacher, Mr. Thompson, had a sudden whim. He decided to let the top 20 students in the class pair up freely with the bottom 20 as desk mates, hoping to achieve academic prosperity for all. Tyler approached me proactively: “Bella, sit with me. I guarantee I’ll teach you everything.” I shook my head, my gaze falling on Liam, who was standing alone at the edge of the crowd. He was first in the class, tenth in the grade. If I was going to pick someone, I naturally wanted the best. “Liam, can I sit with you?” I smiled at him ingratiatingly, but his expression remained bland. “Whatever.” Regardless of the attitude, not refusing was the first step to success. I took the initiative to grab his hand and shake it: “Since you agreed, don’t despise me for being dumb later.” He looked at me in astonishment, withdrew his hand, his face flushing slightly, and turned his head away without speaking. Tyler followed me over at some point, saying indignantly: “Bella, you want to sit with him? He looks like a scholarship student!” Hearing this, Liam lowered his head even more. I retorted: “I’ll sit with whoever I want. Anyway, I won’t sit with you.” 2 Our school was an elite private school. Every year, for charity, they selected some outstanding students from ordinary schools with poor family backgrounds to enroll for free. Although there was no concrete proof, everyone in the class guessed Liam was a scholarship student. Consequently, they were prejudiced against him and unwilling to talk to him. Probably because his clothes were quite plain, and due to malnutrition, he was skinny as a monkey, about the same height as the girls. My dad was a wealthy but uncultured man who admired smart people the most. Influenced by him, I did too. Plus, since I wasn’t smart, I wouldn’t look down on Liam, who was smarter than me. On the first day sitting with Liam, he was very silent. Being a chatterbox, I couldn’t help but try to talk to him during evening self-study. At first, he turned a deaf ear and ignored me. Later, he realized I had stubbornly performed a monologue until the end of the session. “Liam, which way are you going? Maybe we’re going the same way.” He packed his books into his worn-out backpack, frowning at me: “Bella, did you finish your questions?” I froze: “No.” “Can you do the questions seriously tomorrow?” I was delighted. Was he preparing to help me improve my grades starting tomorrow? “Yes!” I vowed. The next evening self-study, I asked him while doing questions: “Liam, do you think the noodles at the first stall in the cafeteria are good?” “I feel like it’s simply pig swill.” He suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp. “Can you be a bit more serious when doing questions?” I realized then that he found me noisy. So I tactfully shut my mouth. Sigh, failing to improve and affecting others’ studies. I stared at the test paper for a long time and finally focused. Question one… don’t know how to do it. I glanced at Liam several times and pushed the paper over. “Liam…” “What now?” He replied impatiently, not even taking his eyes off his own paper. “Nothing… just don’t know how to do one question. It’s okay, I’ll study it more, won’t disturb you.” I silently pulled back the paper. A few seconds later, he sighed. “Which question?” There’s hope! I pushed the paper back again: “Question one.” He pursed his lips: “Maybe you should study it yourself.” “Oh come on, just help me.” Finally, he softened and compromised. 3 I didn’t see Liam in the cafeteria for several days in a row, thinking he brought his own lunch. Then one day, my stomach felt uncomfortable and I didn’t want to eat, so I slept on the desk. Waking up, I happened to see Liam eating cabbage from a battered tin lunch box. There wasn’t even a speck of meat in the dish. I realized belatedly that he might not even afford the cafeteria, let alone tasted what I called pig swill. From that day on, I also joined the bring-your-own-lunch party. When the nanny was cooking, I nagged beside her: “Auntie, make two portions, put more meat, I’m growing!” At lunch time, I took the lunch box out of my bag, feigning surprise: “Oh, Auntie is really confused, how come she packed me two portions.” “Liam, do you want to eat?” He froze for half a second, then shook his head. “If you don’t eat, I’ll throw it away. Sigh, what a waste.” Holding the lunch box, just as I was about to get up, Liam suddenly stopped me. “Never mind, give it to me. Thanks.” I thought he would open the lunch box and eat with me, but unexpectedly, he stuffed the lunch box into his backpack and ate his own. Did he want to save it for dinner? I was curious but didn’t know how to ask, afraid of hurting him. “I’ll wash the lunch box and bring it back to you tomorrow,” he said. The next day, I repeated yesterday’s operation. Thinking he would accept again, who knew he exposed me directly. “Bella, why are you helping me?” My brain spun: “Not helping you. I want you to teach me, so I’m flattering you. You don’t know how annoying my parents are nagging about grades all day.” “I bring you good food, you teach me. How about an equal exchange?” Seeing him hesitate, I quickly added: “Hey, alright alright, it’s settled. Thanks, desk mate.” 4 After that, I occasionally pulled out things Liam needed from my bag like Doraemon. He always refused, and I always forced them on him. Back and forth, our desk mate relationship warmed up a lot. He started actively helping me check questions and explain them, though he still complained about me talking too much. The monthly exam arrived. After studying during this period, I felt I could break through 50 points in each subject no matter what. But during the exam, I found Liam was different from previous desk mates; he didn’t cover his paper at all. When I poked my head over, he even moved the hand that was accidentally blocking the view. So generous! I copied frantically with tears in my eyes. After the results came out, I had tears in my eyes again. This exam was exceptionally difficult, plus Liam miraculously scored first in the grade. So even though I deliberately wrote some wrong, I still jumped from over 300th to top 50 in the grade. Undoubtedly, parents were called. I stood outside the office listening to my dad arguing with Mr. Thompson inside: “My daughter finally did so well, on what basis do you say she copied? Show the evidence!” “What, the surveillance camera just happened to be broken? That means no evidence. You have to apologize to my daughter, otherwise if it affects her physical and mental development, I won’t let it go!” Mr. Thompson: “Don’t get excited yet. How about we let Bella take the test again?” “Test what test? Testing becomes self-proving. You can’t produce evidence, why should we prove ourselves?” I was ashamed, but dared not admit it as things had escalated to this level. Liam was the math class representative. After delivering papers, he came out and leaned next to me. “Next time, restrain your copying.” I wanted to cry but had no tears: “I won’t dare to copy next time.” “If you don’t copy, it’ll be set in stone.” I suddenly grabbed his arm: “Then teach me, I’ll take the test myself.” He looked troubled: “Might be a bit difficult.” The voices in the office got closer. Mr. Thompson and my dad walked towards us. “Liam, you’re here too. Tell us, did Bella copy off you?” Her voice was loud. Our classroom was right next to the office. I thought all the students must have heard. At this moment, I regretted my impulsive copying during the exam immensely. I could have improved on my own. I didn’t expect Liam to lie for me, so I clenched my fists and waited quietly for the verdict. “I don’t know.” A faint voice sounded from the side. “Don’t know? Can you not know if the person next to you copied your paper? Liam, don’t forget how you got into this school. I advise you not to lie. If found out, you will be expelled.” My heart skipped a beat. The teacher actually blurted out Liam’s status directly. I lowered my head and saw him clenching his hands too. “Don’t know,” he repeated. “You.” Mr. Thompson wanted to say more, but my dad interrupted her. “Don’t make things difficult for the young man. Is it because my wife talked back to you a couple of times at the last parent-teacher meeting, so you’re picking on my daughter now?” I suddenly remembered at the last meeting, Mr. Thompson said that with bad grades, even if the family had money, it would be squandered, resulting in social dregs. My mom wasn’t convinced and retorted a couple of sentences. Guess she held a grudge. Besides, many students copied in the monthly exam, but she only targeted me. My dad left the teacher speechless, and she had to let us return to the classroom first. I was dejected all day, couldn’t even eat. During evening self-study, Liam suddenly leaned close and said: “Bella, do you trust me? I’m very accurate at predicting exam questions.” I turned my head to look at him. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids under the light, hiding the emotions in his eyes. I sighed: “I trust you, but I don’t trust myself.” He wanted to say something more, but Mr. Thompson’s majestic voice sounded at the door. “Bella, no talking during evening self-study! One bad apple spoils the whole barrel.” Before I could get angry. Liam suddenly spoke: “Teacher, I initiated the conversation with Bella about studies. I’m sorry.” Mr. Thompson rolled her eyes at him, hmphed, and left. After evening self-study, Liam walked out of the classroom with me. He actively asked if I was free on the weekend, saying he could help me with tutoring.

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In my past life, my sister threw me to human traffickers, who broke one of my legs so I could beg for money. Ten years later, when the trafficking ring was busted, my parents took me home in a wheelchair. My sister looked at me with disgust: “You’re already crippled. Being a foil to me is your blessing!” In the end, I died tragically in an “accidental” car crash. When I opened my eyes again, my sister was dragging me towards the traffickers. I pretended to have a seizure, disgusting the traffickers, and watched as my sister was taken away as a substitute. In this life, it’s your turn to enjoy this blessing alone! 1 “Mia, are you playing me? This girl is skinny as a rail. How am I supposed to sell her?” A sharp voice with an accent exploded in my ear. I struggled to lift my eyelids, looking at the mean-faced middle-aged woman in front of me. A huge sense of panic swept over me. Ten-year-old Mia was dragging my hand hard, her eyes darting around. In my past life, it was also at the amusement park. Mia made an excuse to send our parents away and dragged me to find the traffickers herself. Working together, they easily tricked me into the car. My miserable life started from this moment. “Auntie Cui, my sister is a picky eater, that’s why she’s a bit thin. But I heard—your line of work doesn’t have such high requirements, right? My sister has good genes; you won’t lose out.” The trafficker patted her clothes impatiently, about to agree. I pinched myself hard, tears bursting out instantly: “Sister, I feel so sick… where’s my medicine?” I pressed my chest hard, trying to make my breathing rapid, my hands grasping randomly at the pocket on Mia’s waist. Seeing this, the trafficker abruptly let go of my hand and cursed at Mia: “Damn girl, what are you plotting? I was wondering why her face looked so bad. Turns out she’s a sick child! If I buy her back and she dies on me, your family gets off scot-free!” Mia panicked and explained: “Impossible, she’s never had this problem growing up—” I knelt heavily at her feet, snot and tears running down as I tugged at Mia’s pocket. “Sister, Sister, I was wrong… I know you want to be a star. I’ll never peek at you playing the piano or steal your clothes again. Please give me the medicine…” I gasped violently, my face flushed hot. Out of the corner of my eye, the trafficker’s attention was completely diverted, a pair of eyes half-hidden by fat staring greedily at Mia. And Mia was busy resisting my force, knowing nothing about it. “Chloe, are you crazy—let go!” The trafficker took a big step forward, ripped open Mia’s pocket, and pulled out a small bottle of medicine. The label was severely worn, looking like it had been taken for years. She slapped Mia hard across the face. “You little bitch dare to play me! Dreaming of taking advantage of me!” Then the trafficker threw the medicine bottle at me, grabbed Mia by the collar, and walked quickly towards the van behind. “That’s my dad’s medicine! Not hers! She’s lying—Chloe! Chloe! Say something, Chloe!!” Mia screamed heart-wrenchingly calling me. I turned a deaf ear, focusing on unscrewing the bottle cap and stuffing a pill into my mouth in front of them. How could a child’s strength compare to a strong trafficker? Mia was almost lifted and stuffed into the back seat, and then the van sped away. I calmly got up from the ground, patted the dust off my pants. Spat the medicine in my mouth into the trash can next to me. 2 When Mom and Dad ran over holding a cotton candy each, I was sitting blankly on the stone pier, clutching the medicine bottle tightly. Seeing them, I pouted and ran into Mom’s arms, crying out of breath. They were obviously startled by my sudden closeness. When we were little, every time I acted coquettishly with Mom and Dad, Mia would go back to the room and pull my hair, warning me not to snatch her things, or she would teach me a lesson. Over time, I dared not get close to Mom and Dad anymore, and the relationship became more and more distant. Mom hesitated to wipe the tears off my face, her voice gentler than ever: “Chloe don’t cry, tell Mom, what happened? Where’s your sister?” I opened my palm, sobbing: “Sister asked me to buy candy for her, said she would wait for me here, but when I came back, I only saw the medicine bottle on the ground…” Mom and Dad saw the bubble gum and medicine bottle in my palm and believed it without a doubt. Mom held me while urging Dad to call the police. This candy was a “meeting gift” given by the trafficker when she saw me just now. How does it not count as the truth? 3 Walking out of the police station, Mom and Dad seemed to age ten years in an instant. Mom held my hand tightly, as if afraid I would also be snatched by traffickers. Dad rubbed his eyes fiercely: “Don’t know where Mia is now? That damn trafficker! My Mia…” Oh, worried about where she is? I know. I bit my finger. At this time, Mia should have been sent to an abandoned factory in the suburbs, where there were many other abducted children waiting to be sold for the first time. In my past life, my small face was sallow, looking malnourished at a glance, with little meat on my body. Several “customers” shook their heads at me. Later, within a few short months, I changed hands several times and was finally sold to a beggar organization. There, little girls like me were the easiest to get sympathy and charity. So my leg was broken alive. Raised for only a week, the wound just formed a thin scab, and I was thrown onto the street to beg. At that time, I was not yet 9 years old. Where were my parents then? Did they grieve and worry about my safety like this? I slowly held Mom’s hand back, and her tears fell even harder. After the organization was busted, the police notified my parents to take me back. From the police station, Dad pushed my wheelchair, and Mom held my hand by the side like this. Their expressions were so calm, only asking a couple of routine questions about my health. And when they saw Mia at home, their unchanging expressions cracked a little. Dad let go of my wheelchair, and Mom rushed forward to take Mia’s hand and warm it in her palms. “Mia, your health is bad, it’s not a big deal, it’s so cold outside, why did you come out?” Watching the heartwarming scene in front of me, I gripped the wheelchair tightly, clearly seeing the smug smile on Mia’s lips. Even after so many years, I still couldn’t get a bit of Mom and Dad’s attention from her. Palms and backs of hands are both flesh, but how can the thin flesh on the back compare to the palm? 4 Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Mia’s missing person notices were posted everywhere and even appeared in a special section of the newspaper. Dad went to the police station to inquire every week, but came back dejected every time. With my company, Mom’s grief gradually lessened, no longer sitting in Mia’s room crying every day. When Mom’s childhood friend called to arrange a meeting between the two families, they even went out shopping excitedly in the car. Watching Mom and Dad busy in the living room, I turned to Mia’s photo and pursed my lips in a smile. See, even if the lost daughter is you, they were just sad for a few more days. They will slowly forget you. As soon as the childhood friend’s family entered the door, Mom pulled them to sit on the sofa affectionately, waving at me with a smile: “Chloe, come and say hello to your Uncle Shane’s family.” I put on a polite smile and went up to say hello. Looking at that familiar face, my nails almost dug into my palm. In my past life, the first time I saw Leo Shane was on the day I came home. He walked slowly down the stairs, his gaze falling on my wheelchair, revealing a look of disgust. At that time, he was already engaged to Mia. Mia was seriously ill. Knowing our kidneys matched, Leo coerced and bribed me to exchange kidneys with her. The day after I refused, a car suddenly rushed onto the sidewalk. I couldn’t dodge in time and was knocked flying. Those scenes swept over like a tide. Leo blinked at me, showing a friendly smile: “This must be Uncle Tao’s Chloe sister, hello.” I also smiled brightly: “Hello, Brother Leo.” Without Mia’s overt and covert squeezing out, and having solved a worry, my face became visibly round and fair, more and more like a child’s charming naivety. I had practiced in front of the mirror countless times. Smiling like this is the most pleasing and harmless.

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Everyone knew I was the fiancée handpicked by Grandpa Sterling. Whoever married me would inherit the Sterling family fortune. At the engagement party, wearing a custom-made gown, I was ready to go on stage and announce the union between the Sterling and Reed families. But my fiancé, Ethan Sterling, interlaced his fingers with my adopted sister, Mia Reed, pulling her into the center of the crowd to stand by his side. “I am in love with Mia. My wife can only be her.” “Clara is too willful. She doesn’t deserve the position of Mrs. Sterling.” The person engaged to Ethan became my adopted sister. Everyone looked at me with pity or mockery. But he didn’t know that the reason Grandpa Sterling wanted me to marry him was because my mother is the heir to the reclusive and powerful King family. In the future, I will return to the King family and inherit their business empire. Since Ethan has made his choice, it’s time for the Sterling family to change its heir too. 1 Ethan tightly held my adopted sister Mia’s hand, pulling her to stand firm in front of everyone. Mia exclaimed softly, trying to pull her hand back. “Ethan, we can’t do this. Your engagement to my sister was decided by Grandpa Sterling himself.” “The person I love is you. I won’t agree to marry anyone else.” He firmly interlaced his fingers with Mia’s, looking at Grandpa Sterling sitting in the high seat. “Grandpa, the person I’ve always liked is Mia. I will only marry Mia as my wife.” The guests present looked on with pity and mockery. Everyone knew Ethan and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and I was the granddaughter-in-law internally decided by Grandpa Sterling. But now, in front of everyone in this circle, Ethan slapped me hard in the face. Ethan’s tone was unquestionable. “Although I grew up with Clara, I always treated her as my sister and had no other thoughts.” “Mia and I are in love and have long confirmed our relationship. In my heart, my wife can only be Mia. No other woman will do.” Ethan’s parents’ faces changed, nervously looking at the expression of the old man in the main seat. Ethan put his arm around Mia’s waist and looked at me. His gaze held a hint of sarcasm. “Clara, you should know I have no romantic feelings for you. You don’t want to marry a man who doesn’t love you and waste your life, right?” “Besides, Mia and I are already together. You can’t just rely on Grandpa’s favoritism to intervene and break us up, can you?” I glanced at the two of them and bowed to Grandpa Sterling. “Grandpa Sterling, since they admire each other, how can I be the one to break up a loving couple? Let’s fulfill their wishes.” “I wish my sister and Young Master Sterling a harmonious union and a lifetime together.” Hearing me say this, a trace of displeasure flashed across Ethan’s face. Mia, however, carefully held Ethan’s arm. “Ethan, your marriage to my sister was decided by Grandpa. Will Grandpa be unhappy now?” Ethan patted the back of Mia’s hand soothingly and coaxed softly. “No, Grandpa loves me the most. How could he be angry with me because of her?” “Besides, you are the true daughter of the Reed family, the heir to the Reed family. Originally, it was a marriage between our two families. Why care about her, an outsider?” Outsider? My identity is only known to my father and Grandpa Sterling. My mother is the heir to the reclusive King family. Initially, my father and mother only had a cooperative marriage, and I will inherit the King family in the future, so I took my mother’s surname. Moreover, he thinks Mia is my father’s biological daughter? Grandpa Sterling frowned upon hearing Ethan’s words. “Ethan, don’t fool around. Are you sure you want to marry Miss Mia?” Ethan firmly put the ring on Mia’s finger, then planted a devout kiss. “Grandpa, I’ve thought it through. I won’t marry anyone but Mia in this life.” Grandpa Sterling looked at Ethan with disappointment. If he simply changed the marriage partner, the old man wouldn’t have any opinion of him. But he deliberately chose to embarrass me in front of so many people today, which is enough to prove that he is unreliable. “Fine, have it your way then.” 2 Grandpa Sterling spoke, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Many business celebrities were invited to witness the marriage between the two families, and everyone wanted to know the outcome. Amidst everyone’s whispers, Ethan held Mia’s hand and announced to the guests who came to celebrate today. “Thank you all for coming to the engagement ceremony of Miss Mia and me today.” The guests present had different expressions. They didn’t expect the Sterling and Reed families to switch people on the spot. My father didn’t expect this either; his face turned dark instantly. My face wasn’t looking good either, but I still braced myself to straighten my back. Amidst the discussions, I raised my glass to offer a generous gift. “Young Master Sterling actually switched fiancées on the spot. This gives Clara no face at all.” “Didn’t Grandpa Sterling insist on Clara being his granddaughter-in-law? Why did he agree to the switch?” “Switching people on the day of the engagement party is really embarrassing to talk about. I wonder what she did to make Young Master Sterling make such a move on the spot.” The guests’ discussions were not quiet. Father glared at Mia and wasn’t very polite to Ethan either. “By doing this, how much gossip do you want your sister to endure?” “And you, you’re not young anymore. doing things without considering the consequences, do you want to slap my face?” Mia was scolded by Father and timidly wanted to take off the ring and give it to me. Grandpa Sterling waved his hand to stop Mia’s action. He touched my head guiltily and said in a deep voice. “Clara, don’t worry. Grandpa Sterling will make decisions for you. If you are willing, there are several good children in the Sterling family.” Ethan’s parents heard the old man’s words and thought he was comforting me, so they didn’t care. To their surprise, I pointed at the illegitimate son of the Sterling family who was watching the show in the corner. “Actually, I have always liked Julian. I hope Grandpa can fulfill us.” Several gazes fell on Julian, looking back and forth between him and me. Julian is the illegitimate son of the Sterling family’s eldest uncle. After Uncle Sterling passed away, he was not welcomed at home and didn’t live well. After all, he was a child of the Sterling family. Grandpa Sterling didn’t want others to say the Sterling family abused children, so he simply brought him to his side to raise. Father looked at me in shock and persuaded me in a low voice. “Clara, Dad knows you are unhappy, but he is an illegitimate child. The Sterling family doesn’t value him.” I shook my wine glass indifferently and toasted Julian. “It’s not like he chose to be an illegitimate child himself. I think he’s quite good. I’m willing to try with him.” Julian met my gaze, his attitude lazy. “Since Miss King likes me, let’s try then.” The crowd looked at me even more meaningfully. The news of the Sterling family switching people on the spot spread quickly in the circle. Just as the banquet ended, I received a text message from my mother. In the private room, Mom hugged me distressedly, looking at Dad with unkind eyes. “James Reed, you dare let my daughter suffer such a great grievance. I see you don’t want your job anymore!” I held Mom’s hand and shifted the topic to business. “Grandpa Sterling switched my engagement partner. His name is Julian Sterling. I quite like him.” Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed again. “He’s just an illegitimate son, a marginalized person in the Sterling family. Why choose him?” I looked at my parents’ confused eyes and spoke slowly. “Grandpa Sterling and my maternal grandfather decided on the marriage alliance. I definitely have to marry into the Sterling family.” “Although Julian is an illegitimate son, he is the most capable among the young generation of the Sterling family. From a commercial value perspective, he is the most suitable partner.” 3 “Besides, as an illegitimate son, if I marry him, the King family will be the foundation for him to establish himself in the Sterling family. He definitely won’t treat me badly.” Nowadays, Mia has become a figure everyone in the circle flatters and tries to befriend. Countless people rush to get to know her. After all, the Sterling and Reed families are a powerful alliance. If there is an opportunity to cooperate, one can definitely take their industry to the next level. I had no time to pay attention to these things, concentrating on completing the tasks Mom gave me abroad. On the day of Grandpa Sterling’s birthday, Mia specifically sent me an invitation and made several calls, so I had to go. As soon as I stepped into the Sterling family’s gate, everyone’s eyes fell on me. I wasn’t embarrassed at all, smiling as I handed the gift in my hand to the Sterling family butler. “Why is Clara here? Wasn’t the engagement partner changed?” “You don’t know yet? At that time, Young Master Sterling insisted on changing partners. In a fit of anger, she chose the illegitimate son of the Sterling family for the alliance.” “Even marrying an illegitimate son to enter the Sterling family, Miss King really goes all out.” Just as everyone was discussing, Mia appeared holding Ethan’s arm high-profile. Unlike her usual low-key and gentle attire, she wore a haute couture gown today, carrying several sets of intricate and luxurious jewelry, making her look bejeweled but somewhat tacky. Seeing me here too, she came over affectionately trying to hold my arm. “Sister, it’s simply wonderful that we sisters can marry into the Sterling family together. For the sake of sisterhood, I will definitely ask Ethan to promote brother-in-law more.” I almost laughed at Mia. Even now, she still thought what I cared about was marrying into the Sterling family. Ethan thought so too. In his eyes, I would use any means to marry into the Sterling family. He looked at me as if I were something dirty. I couldn’t be bothered with these two people. I turned to leave but saw a pair of excellent quality jade bracelets on Mia’s wrist. These were the Sterling family heirloom jade bracelets, always kept by Grandpa Sterling. I didn’t expect them to appear on Mia. Plus, she wore at least three or four bracelets on her arm, so I didn’t recognize them at first glance. The Sterling family heir hasn’t been determined yet; how could these bracelets be on Mia? I pointed at the bracelets on Mia’s wrist, my eyes holding a trace of inquiry. “Where did these bracelets come from?” Ethan had a moment of guilt, while Mia stroked the jade bracelets on her hand, her face showing a bit of grievance. “Sister, these bracelets were meant for you before, but now the one marrying Ethan is me, so these bracelets naturally should be given to me.” Ethan also nodded righteously. After all, in his heart, he was already the certain heir. Taking out the bracelets in advance for his lover to wear wasn’t unacceptable. “These are my Sterling family heirloom jade bracelets. I can give them to whoever I want to wear them. What does it have to do with you?” After speaking, he looked me up and down, taking a step back in disgust. “Don’t delusionally think you can pester me this way. I won’t like you; my heart only has Mia.” Ethan’s voice wasn’t quiet. Several gazes around fell on me. “Clara usually looks quite aloof. I didn’t expect her to try snatching her own brother-in-law just to marry into the Sterling family.” “Their hearts are connected; why is she still thinking of pestering him relentlessly?” Mia blushed, hitting Ethan shyly. “Don’t be so fierce to my sister. After she marries in, we will still be family. You have to help them more then.” Ethan glanced at me and pinched Mia’s cheek dotingly. “Fine, for Mia’s sake, I won’t fuss about it. But if you have any improper thoughts about me, don’t blame me for being ruthless then.” The two were still being affectionate when a voice sounded behind them. “Why would my wife have improper thoughts about you? Ethan, it’s too rude of you to speak about your future sister-in-law like that.” 4 Julian supported Grandpa Sterling as they entered from the door. He had a smile on his lips, and his look at Ethan held a bit more provocation. Grandpa Sterling glanced at the bracelets on Mia’s wrist, his gaze darkening. “Who told you to wear them? Take them off!” Grandpa Sterling was majestic without being angry. Mia shivered in fright and hurriedly took off the bracelets. Ethan muttered with some dissatisfaction. “Grandpa, I brought them for Mia to wear. Anyway, these bracelets will be mine sooner or later. What’s wrong with letting her wear them?” Grandpa Sterling didn’t speak, just gave him a cold look, then led Julian to the head seat. He cleared his throat, looked at the guests who came to the birthday banquet, and announced publicly. “Today, besides celebrating my birthday, this old man has a happy event to announce.” “This is my grandson Julian Sterling. In a few days, he will be engaged to Clara. Everyone is invited to come for a drink then.” As soon as these words came out, everyone’s eyes widened, scanning back and forth between Julian and me. Ethan froze on the spot, looking at Julian and me in disbelief. “Grandpa, what are you saying? Why is Clara getting engaged to Julian?” “Julian is just an illegitimate son, he…” Grandpa Sterling sternly interrupted Ethan. “Julian is also my biological grandson; he is also a Sterling.” After the engagement party back then, I privately asked Julian to meet. In the private room, Julian looked at me meaningfully, a teasing smile on his lips. “I’m just an illegitimate son. The Sterling family has so many young talents; why choose me?” I handed a document to him. “Because you need me, and similarly, I need you. Cooperation between us is the optimal solution.” He just glanced at the document without taking it. “What cooperation can we have?” I calmly pushed the document towards him. “To be honest, I have investigated you. You are a very capable person, so I want to cooperate with you.” “Moreover, if you have no thoughts about the Sterling family, why make so many small moves in private?” His look at me was wary, but I didn’t mind. Leaning forward, I stared tightly into his wild eyes. “Don’t you want to know why Grandpa Sterling said only by marrying me can one inherit the Sterling family?” He looked at me for a long time. Just when I thought he was going to refuse, Julian extended his hand to me. “Happy cooperation, my fiancée.” Sure enough, after I chose Julian, Grandpa Sterling also began to value this grandson. Julian was brought back quietly back then and wasn’t announced to the public. Presumably, Grandpa Sterling must have investigated this grandson before choosing to announce the engagement news at the birthday banquet, taking the opportunity to let Julian show his face. Ethan’s parents didn’t expect such a change and were stunned for a long time before recovering. After all, Grandpa Sterling announcing Julian’s engagement to me at this time was undoubtedly sending a signal that he wanted to support Julian. In Ethan’s parents’ eyes, I was just a burden born to Father and his ex-wife, and I even had the ex-wife’s surname. After graduation, Father didn’t arrange for me to work in the family company; instead, he let me busy myself with unknown things. This was undoubtedly a signal to them that I couldn’t inherit everything from the Reed family. So they chose to acquiesce when facing the switch. After all, between an idle eldest miss and a daughter who would inherit the Reed family, it goes without saying which one was more beneficial to them. Ethan’s father finally recovered from the news, his hands trembling, stroking his chest to catch his breath. Guests who came to celebrate gathered around Julian to toast him. Ethan, who was high-spirited just two days ago, was now squeezed to the edge by the crowd. Ethan seemed furious. He stared straight at me and questioned: “You’ve only met Julian a few times. Are you marrying him just to spite me?” Before I could say anything, Julian stood beside me, looking down at Ethan from above. Julian was not only a head taller than him but also suppressed him in aura. “Did you not hear clearly? Clara likes me. Why do you think she would like you?” I took a step forward, held Julian’s arm, and looked at Ethan with a hint of helplessness, as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum. “I’ve already said, the person I like is Julian. In my eyes, he is better than you in every way. Please stop flattering yourself.”

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On the day the college entrance exam scores were released, right after receiving a call from the Harvard admissions office, I turned around and jumped into the lake to end my life. All because the night before the exam, the school bully who had been harassing me for a long time told me he could read minds. He insisted on betting with me that he could read my mind and get into Harvard too. “Sophie, if I don’t get in, I’ll pay for your sister’s kidney transplant. But if I do, you let me and my boys have fun with you for three months, for free.” Thinking of my consistent first-place rankings in mock exams and my sister’s exorbitant surgery fees, I gritted my teeth and agreed. Brad was always at the bottom of the class. I didn’t believe he could get into Harvard like me. But on the day the scores came out, I discovered with horror that not only did he score 1580, but his score was exactly the same as mine! So that day, instead of becoming a Harvard student, I was dragged into an alley by the school bully and his thugs. Not only did I not get my sister’s medical fees, but I was tortured until I was no longer human. My sister passed away due to the failed transplant. In despair, I dragged my broken body into the lake. Until my death, I couldn’t understand how a failing school bully could score 1580, exactly the same as me? When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the college entrance exam. This time, I won’t let him succeed again! 1 “Tomorrow is the SATs, everyone do your best!” Listening to the encouraging words of my classmates, I suddenly looked up. SATs tomorrow? Didn’t I already take them? Not only did I take them, but I also lost my life because of it. Seeing the familiar classroom and the date on the wall, I was shocked to discover that I was reborn! Reborn to the day before the SATs! The nightmare hasn’t happened yet; I still have a chance to change my destiny! However, just as my heart was surging with emotion, as soon as I walked out of the school gate, I was forcibly dragged into a corner nearby. School bully Brad pinned me against the wall, patting my cheek with his hand. His eyes were greedy, and his expression even greasier. “Beauty scholar, after the SATs, you’re going to a good university, and we won’t see each other again.” I suppressed my nausea and tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me to move. In my past life, Brad had been harassing me, but with teachers protecting me at school, he never succeeded. But on the day before the SATs, he dragged me into an alley with bad intentions. After my strong resistance, he changed his mind and said to me: “Don’t you look down on me because of my poor grades? But believe it or not, this time in the SATs, not only can I score 1580, I can get the exact same score as you.” Brad was always the tail-ender. Of course, I didn’t believe he could perform so extraordinarily in the SATs. Seeing my disbelief, Brad was even happier. “Then let’s make a bet on whether I can get into Harvard! If I don’t, I’ll pay for your sister’s kidney transplant. But if I do, you let me and my boys have fun with you for three months, for free.” I broke out in a cold sweat at his words, but the conditions he offered were too tempting. I grew up in poverty, my parents died early, and I depended on my sister. But a while ago, my sister was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. A kidney source was available, but we didn’t have the money for the surgery. Now, the hope for my sister’s survival was right in front of me. Thinking of my consistent first-place rankings in mock exams and Brad’s consistent last place, I decided to take a bold gamble and nodded in agreement. Brad left laughing loudly. I thought I had found a way to save my sister. But I didn’t expect that when checking answers after the first day of exams, Brad could recite all my multiple-choice answers backwards, and even knew the essay materials I used for the English exam like the back of his hand. At that moment, I stood frozen in place, but Brad touched my face and grinned: “Let me tell you a secret. Actually, I practiced mind reading. I know all your thoughts clearly! So, whatever score you get, I get.” Of course, I couldn’t believe he had any mind-reading skills. So the next day, I held my breath, emptied my mind, wrote my thought process on paper, and completed the exam. But to my horror, when checking answers again, Brad’s answers were still completely identical to mine. He even deliberately sighed in front of me: “Sophie, why were you so slow on the last physics question? You almost made me run out of time.” This time, I completely collapsed. But the desperate things were yet to come. On the day of checking scores, my heart was about to jump out of my throat. But when the score popped up on the computer, I discovered with horror that Brad, who always had poor grades, not only scored 1580 like me but got exactly the same score. Soon, Brad walked up to me, held my face, and kissed it. “Let’s go, Sophie. It’s time for you to fulfill your promise.” That day, teachers and students congratulated me and Brad on getting into Harvard. Everyone also marvelled at Brad’s extraordinary performance, shocking everyone. But as soon as I walked out of the school gate, I was dragged into an alley by Brad and his hooligan friends. I cried and struggled, but they said I agreed to this myself. It wasn’t until the early hours of the next day that I dragged my broken body out of the alley. And the hospital called to tell me that because the surgery fee wasn’t paid, the kidney source was given to someone else, and my sister committed suicide in despair. Under various blows, my spirit completely collapsed. Wanting to wash myself clean, I resolutely jumped into the lake. Fortunately, heaven gave me a chance to start over. This time, I won’t let Brad succeed again! 2 Everything was the same as in my past life. Brad still asked me to bet with him. After thinking for a long time, I gritted my teeth and nodded. “Okay, I’ll bet with you!” Brad and his brothers laughed endlessly, as if I had already become their prey. And after I returned home, I immediately searched the internet non-stop for how to resist mind reading. People online said to keep a distance from mind readers. I remembered that during the SATs, Brad and I were not in the same exam room, so distance shouldn’t be a problem. They also said some objects might be mediums for mind reading. I suddenly remembered that Brad had stuffed something into my pocket just now, so I quickly took it out. It was a wrapper from the gum he finished eating. Although I couldn’t see anything magical about it, I still threw it far away. Now, I don’t have anything related to him. This time, I shouldn’t be read by Brad again, right? The next day, I arrived at the exam center early, just like in my past life. Seeing me, Brad was all smiles, pretending to hug me intimately, but actually whispering in my ear like a demon: “Sophie, don’t forget what you promised me.” I was startled, goosebumps rising all over my body. He patted my face and said encouragingly: “Sophie, you must do well in the exam. If you don’t do well, how can I get into Harvard?” He left laughing, while my nails almost dug into the flesh of my palm. Having taken the exam once, I answered unusually smoothly this time. I had thrown away everything Brad gave me. Now, he shouldn’t be able to write the same answers as me, right? After the first day of exams, as expected, classmates gathered to check answers again. Listening to them recite all the multiple-choice answers, I remained calm on the surface, but was joyful inside. Because my answers were completely consistent with the standard answers! This time, not only can I securely get into Harvard, but I might even get close to a perfect score! But just as I was about to leave, Brad suddenly grabbed my shoulder. He smiled and said to me: “Sophie, you did really well this time. You got all the multiple-choice questions right! But I think your essay wasn’t good. What era is it to still use Shakespeare as material? So old-fashioned.” Hearing his words, all the goosebumps on my body exploded, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down my forehead. Why, why does he still know all my answers, even whose poem I used in my essay! Clearly, this time my essay was completely different from my past life, and the materials were all new. I asked with chattering teeth: “How did you know?” “Told you, I can read minds.” He left laughing loudly. Every laugh was an insult to my dignity. 3 The next day, I sat in the exam hall, lips pursed and face solemn. After the exam bell rang, everyone around me immediately started answering, afraid of wasting a second. But I sat straight without moving a bit. The proctor noticed my anomaly and came over to kindly remind me: “Student, the exam has started. Hurry up and answer the questions.” But I nodded, yet my pen didn’t move at all. I had already decided. Since whatever answers I wrote would be known by Brad, I might as well not write anything. I absolutely won’t give him another chance to bully me! I looked at the sky, at the ground, at the leaves outside, just not at the exam paper. I don’t believe he can know what my answers are this way. Sure enough, after the exam, before I even walked out of the exam hall, Brad rushed over like a madman. He came up and strangled my neck, roaring ferociously: “Why! Why didn’t you write a single word! Are you crazy!” My face turned purple from his strangling, but for the first time, I showed a victorious smile: “Yes, I am crazy, so don’t even think about copying a single answer from me again!” Our commotion attracted the attention of countless people in the corridor. The proctor pulled Brad away and asked in confusion: “How do you know Sophie turned in a blank paper?” Brad hesitated to speak, then flung the proctor away: “Is it any of your business to control me! Get lost!” Before leaving, he pointed at my nose and ordered viciously: “Let me tell you, for the last exam this afternoon, you must do well for me! Or you’ll be sorry!” Classmates nearby whispered, not knowing what exactly happened between us. I tidied my clothes and left the exam hall with a normal expression. He told me to do well, but I refused. So for the second exam in the afternoon, I still turned in a blank paper. Despite the proctor’s several attempts to persuade me, I remained unmoved. As expected after the exam, Brad appeared outside my classroom again. But this time, because teachers were protecting me, he couldn’t come over to hurt me. Brad could only stare at me from a distance, sneering repeatedly: “Sophie, playing these little tricks with me is useless. My family has plenty of money. If I fail the exam, my parents can send me abroad! But you, a bumpkin, if you don’t get into Harvard, your life is over!” I lowered my head and remained silent. When I went to the hospital to visit my sister, she firmly grasped my hand from the sickbed. “Sis, your school teacher called just now and said you turned in a blank paper for today’s exam. Did… did you really turn in a blank paper?” I dared not look into my sister’s eyes and fell into silence. I had been studying hard just to get into a good university and earn a good future for myself and my sister. So the college entrance exam was crucial for my family, and my sister cared a lot about how I did. The teacher once said that if I did well, I could get a scholarship. This way, even without the transplant surgery, my sister would have enough medical fees to live on. Seeing my sister’s anxious look and red eyes, I nodded honestly. “Yes, I turned in blank papers for both exams today. But sister, don’t worry, I will get the money for your transplant on time.” My sister didn’t understand, but seeing me speak with such certainty, she didn’t ask further. Before leaving, my sister said to me again: “Sis, my life depends on you.” I nodded heavily: “I know, sister. I won’t let you down.” 4 Soon, it was the day the exam scores were released. The school asked all of us to go to the computer lab to check our scores. But actually, I already knew roughly how much I would score. I did very well in English and Math on the first day; both subjects were close to full marks. But I turned in blank papers for Science and History on the second day, so they were glaring zeros. Adding up to a total of 1600, I scored 800. This result made everyone’s jaws drop. In the classroom, the teacher looked at the computer screen in front of me, refreshing again and again. But no matter how many times it refreshed, it was 800. The teacher issued a desperate question: “Sophie, didn’t you say you did very well? How come there are two zeros!” “You are the only hope for Harvard in our school. You… you are harming others and yourself!” And just then, from the other end of the classroom, came the exclamations of Brad’s good friends. “Brad, how did you only score 800?” “Yeah, didn’t you say you performed extraordinarily and could sprint for Harvard?” Hearing this score, my heart sank again. Why, why can Brad always score the same as me? Before I could figure it out, Brad had already rushed towards me from the other end of the classroom. Like a beast, he pounced on me directly from the chair, then strangled my neck tightly and punched my face. “Sophie, you bitch! You harmed me! You will die a bad death!” The crazy Brad surprised everyone present. The teachers wanted to pull him away, but he was so strong that for a moment, everyone couldn’t do anything about him. Lying on the ground, watching the hysterical Brad in front of me, I couldn’t help feeling happy inside. Two lifetimes, and I finally won against him once! “Brad, the bet is over. I won. You should pay up.” Seeing me smile, Brad laughed instead: “Haha Sophie, do you think turning in a blank paper can change your destiny? Idiot! You made me miss Harvard, and I won’t let you have it easy either!” “I won’t give you a dime. Those words before were all to trick you! Your sister is still lying in the hospital. Originally, if you got into Harvard, there would be a scholarship to save her, but now, she can only wait to die!” I questioned him angrily: “You! How can you go back on your word!” Brad sneered contemptuously: “Brainless bumpkin, really thought I was doing charity? If I can’t sleep with you, I won’t give a dime!” “However, if you’re willing to sell, a hundred a time, I can call my brothers to patronize too. Maybe you can gather the money very quickly?” His words were unbearable to hear, and classmates were pointing at me. Just then, the classroom door was knocked from the outside. The old man from the mailroom asked loudly: “Is student Sophie in your class? A scholarship has been sent to the school, needing her to sign for it.” Now, Brad was completely shocked. “Impossible?! How can someone who didn’t even score 1000 get a scholarship!”

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I found the secret diary of the gloomy straight-A student. 【Today was the physics final. The Rice Ball girl sat right in front of me. Her neck is so long and white, I really want to strangle it and kiss it.】 【Dreamt she was dancing last night. Can I capture her and make her dance for me alone?】 【The Rice Ball girl came to ask me a question today. Her hair kept brushing against my arm, it tickled so much I almost lost control.】 【That guy next door always comes to find her, and she even smiles at him. I really want to dump his body somewhere and then lock her up.】 【Accidentally brought the Rice Ball girl home. I’m enduring it to the point of madness.】 【Saw the Rice Ball girl licking an ice cream. Spiritually possessing the ice cream with my mind.】 Reading this diary made my face burn and my heart race. I quickly put the diary back where I found it. The straight-A student usually looks cold and ascetic, didn’t expect him to be such a pervert behind the scenes. This Rice Ball girl is too pitiful. Until I returned to my seat, I still had lingering fears. At this time, the straight-A student, Julian Thorne, walked over: “Student Summer, I bought an extra rice ball, here you go.” Huh? Seeing my face full of confusion, Julian flicked my forehead casually: “Don’t you always eat rice balls? Rice Ball girl.” Rice Ball girl? Me: ?? 1 My family wasn’t well off, and my mom didn’t allow me to turn on the AC during the day. Summer in City A was scorching, with temperatures soaring to 38 degrees Celsius (over 100°F). Helpless, I ran to the park every day to cool off. After encountering the high-cold straight-A student Julian Thorne riding past in the park for the fifth time, and our eyes meeting… He spoke first: “Hey, student, are you from our school?” Dude, that’s a bit presumptuous. We’ve been in the same class for a year. “Monitor, we’re in the same class. I’m Summer Meng.” As an introvert, I answered softly. “I’m face-blind, can’t remember people. What are you doing here?” “Cooling off.” Julian was silent for a few seconds after hearing my answer, then slowly said: “If you keep cooling off like this, you’ll get heatstroke. It’s almost forty degrees today.” “My family… doesn’t allow me to turn on the AC.” My face felt slightly hot. Inferiority and sensitivity almost made me lose my voice. When I said this, I saw Julian’s eyes light up. He seemed very… happy? A sense of superiority because I’m poor? I was a little unhappy. “Then come to my house. My AC is on 24 hours a day.” 2 Julian rarely spoke at school. Relying on his outstandingly handsome looks and heaven-defying grades, he became the secret crush of many girls. In the girls’ dorm night chats, his name always came up. Even the beautiful and tall dorm leader would be extremely excited just because Julian patted her shoulder during roll call. I had almost no contact with him. The only interaction was because of a physics problem. Only he in the whole class knew how to solve that finale question. I mustered up the courage to ask him. I saw his hands were slender and fair, knuckles distinct, holding a pen and writing quickly on the paper. I was momentarily flustered, and my just-washed, not-yet-dry hair accidentally touched him. He shook it off with a hint of disgust. This directly poked my inferiority complex. Since then, I never proactively asked him questions again. His helpfulness this time was indeed unexpected. When I stepped into his house for the first time carrying my schoolbag, it felt like entering a castle. His villa was magnificent, with cold air everywhere. “Monitor, where are your parents?” Julian threw his bag aside, opened the fridge, and tossed me an ice cream. He unwrapped a popsicle for himself: “They went abroad.” “So you live alone?” “There’s a helper.” He went upstairs as he spoke. I wasn’t familiar with the environment, so I could only follow his footsteps. After entering the room, he pulled out a desk chair: “You study here.” “What about you?” “I’ll lie on the bed and play games.” With that, he took out a game console and half-lay on the bed. I felt a bit embarrassed, feeling like I was occupying the magpie’s nest: “Monitor, I’ll go write outside. There’s AC outside too.” He held the popsicle in his mouth, controlling the game, and said to me nonchalantly: “The AC outside needs to be turned off to save electricity.” Makes sense, money doesn’t grow on trees for anyone. I spread out my homework, ready to study, when Julian’s muffled voice came from behind: “Eat the ice cream first, or it’ll melt.” So polite. I was flattered for a moment, opened the ice cream, and licked it bit by bit with the tip of my tongue like treating a treasure, afraid of missing any sweetness. 3 “Mmph…” Halfway through the ice cream, I heard a muffled groan. “What’s wrong?” Turning around, I realized Julian’s face was a bit red, and his ears were red enough to drip blood. I hurriedly put down the ice cream and homework, didn’t even have time to wipe my mouth, and went to his side to check on him. “Do you have a fever?” Just as I reached out to check the temperature of his forehead. He subconsciously dodged. My hand froze in mid-air. A bit awkward. Indeed, this move was a bit ambiguous. What am I doing. How could someone as noble and distant as Julian let me touch him. Why am I being sentimental? He sat up with a long face, his voice cold: “The temperature is too high.” As soon as he finished speaking, I heard the sound of the AC being lowered. So it was too hot, but… it was already 21 degrees (70°F). I was even a little cold. Julian hunched over slightly and went back to bed. He was abnormally hot and now hunched over. Must be uncomfortable. He took me in and gave me ice cream. Now he’s feeling unwell. I should repay him. At this moment, I didn’t care about the difference between men and women. Whether he wanted it or not, I put my hand directly on his forehead. It was indeed very hot. Not just the forehead. The face was hot. The neck was hot too. “Monitor, you definitely have a fever.” When I had a fever, my mom checked me like this. She checked my forehead, cheeks, and neck, a triple check to confirm if I had a fever. I repeatedly used the back of my hand to confirm the temperature of his neck. Julian’s breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes looking at me started to become a bit blurry. I was worried he would pass out from the fever, nervous as hell: “Monitor, let’s take you to the hospital.” Just as I wanted to retract my hand, he pressed it down in place. “Oh oh, my hand is cold, does this feel better?” When I had a fever, mom always put cooling patches on my forehead and behind my ears. Cool and refreshing, very comfortable. Just that our posture was a bit ambiguous. However, he is the coldest and most serious straight-A student, he wouldn’t have any strange thoughts. I just let him use my hand to cool down. Gradually, his gaze shifted to the corner of my mouth. His handsome face suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, and my brain crashed for a few seconds. I saw his Adam’s apple roll quickly, warm breath lingering on my face, my heart beating violently. “Monitor, you…” My call seemed to recall his soul. His eyelids trembled, his gaze glanced over my chest, closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. “You have cream on the corner of your mouth, let me wipe it for you.” Huh? His hand quickly swiped across the corner of my mouth. Current flowed from head to toe, electrifying me until I was numb all over. 4 Julian rejected my suggestion to accompany him to the doctor. He asked me to take a box of medicine from the desk. Said it could reduce fever. I obediently followed his instructions, poured water, and fed him the medicine. I waited until he fell asleep before leaving silently. Before leaving, I took the empty medicine box with me. The words on the medicine box were all in English. I didn’t recognize most of them. Vitamin. This word… hiss, means vitamin, right. As expected of imported medicine, not only reduces fever but also supplements vitamins. Impressive.

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Ethan once dated me for a short while. When we broke up, he sneered: “You knew I only dated you because I lost a bet, why are you so cheap?” I didn’t explain, probably because I hadn’t read enough books and didn’t understand the principle of “leaving room for love.” Later, my mother told me that for two people to be together for a long time, love isn’t important; suitability is. I learned my lesson, listed my conditions, and after years of floating in the dating market, I finally found a suitable man. In the cafe, my date and I had a great conversation, even agreeing to have two children after marriage. Suddenly, an exquisitely dressed little boy popped out from nowhere and hugged my leg: “Mommy, why are you here? I missed you so much!” My date’s eyes widened in shock: “You have a child?” Before I could deny it, the little boy put his hands on his hips and answered righteously: “Of course I’m Mommy’s child, my daddy can prove it!” I followed his gaze and saw Ethan standing quietly not far away, hands in his pockets. Congratulations to me, six years after the breakup, I became a mother. 1 “Is this child really not yours?” My date was very skeptical. Of course, I understood his concerns. After all, the dating market is a mixed bag, full of all kinds of people. So I reasoned with him: “Look at me, look at this kid, and then look at the kid’s dad. Do you think we look like a family?” Ethan was too outstanding. He was the kind of outstanding that could be spotted instantly in a crowd even wearing a hat, mask, and the most ordinary T-shirt and jeans. This kid also had red lips and white teeth, and even a Gucci logo on his little leather jacket. My date looked at me, then at Ethan, and nodded convinced: “Indeed, you don’t look like a family. You’re better suited with me.” “I don’t know this kid, but his dad is my high school classmate. Haven’t seen him for years; he’s probably playing a joke on me.” I smiled and patted the kid’s head. My date was more reassured. Just as he was about to sit down and continue chatting, he received an urgent call from his company. I expressed understanding and said we could meet another time. “I’ve already paid the bill. Take your time eating, you can share with the kid too.” “Thank you, next time it’s on me.” I was really satisfied with this date, but as soon as he left, I heard the little boy say: “Your taste is really bad. He’s far worse than my dad.” I smiled and didn’t reply. Just as I was about to send him back to Ethan, I saw Ethan walking towards us. He called the waiter and asked to clear the desserts on the table. “These haven’t been touched yet. Waiter, please pack them for me,” I said gently. Ethan was a germaphobe; he wouldn’t touch anything others had touched. Of course, he had the capital for that. But I didn’t. I thought it was a pity to throw away perfectly good food. “You like these?” Ethan finally spoke, saying his first sentence to me. I looked at him in confusion. “Reorder the desserts on the table, pack them all for this lady.” Ethan opened the payment code on his phone and handed it to the waiter. “Throw away the ones on the table.” “I don’t really like sweets. If you order them, give them to the kid. But don’t let him eat too much; it’s bad for his teeth.” Saying this, I picked up my bag and nodded as a goodbye. “We haven’t seen each other for so many years. After all, we were lovers once.” Ethan tapped his fingers on the table a few times and looked up at me. “Don’t you want to sit down and catch up, Sarah?” 2 I sat back in the chair. The waiter was quick and soon served new drinks. Ethan’s son sat next to him, quietly scooping cake with a spoon. I felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He said catch up, but he didn’t speak. “You’re married? How old is your son?” “Four.” I calculated the time and was a bit surprised: “So you got married before graduating college?” Quite unexpected. I thought Ethan was against marriage, but it turned out the rules were for outsiders. When he met the right person, all principles could be compromised. “Were you on a blind date just now?” “Ah? Yes.” I nodded. “How was it? Satisfied?” “Pretty good. We have quite a lot in common.” Both pragmatic and sincere. Ethan sneered, his tone mocking: “Seems you really reached that age where any man will do.” I stopped stirring my coffee, staring at the whirlpool in the liquid for a few seconds, then looked up with a smile and admitted frankly: “Yeah, I’m not young anymore. I want to settle down quickly, otherwise, it will be hard to recover from childbirth when I’m older.” Ethan’s lips pressed into a straight line. This was a sign that he was very unhappy. Normal. He was unhappy most of the time in front of me. I used to be terrified of this and always racked my brains to make him happy. “Don’t you think he looks familiar?” Ethan suddenly pointed at his son and asked me. I listened to him and observed carefully. “Your son doesn’t look much like you. Is he more like his mom? Do I know his mom too?” There were only a few girls close to Ethan that I happened to know. I guessed one by one, but Ethan’s face grew darker and darker. Finally, I shut up tactfully and smiled awkwardly: “Sorry, I don’t have much contact with high school classmates. I don’t remember many of them. How about a hint?” Ethan didn’t speak, and the atmosphere became more and more suffocating. The kid opened his big eyes, looking at me, then at his dad. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ethan: “Forget it.” He breathed rapidly for a few seconds, then quickly calmed down and handed his phone to me: “Add me on WeChat.” Actually, I didn’t really want to add him. But he kept staring at me, as if he wouldn’t take back his phone unless I added him. I could only take out my phone, scan the code, and send a friend request. “Let’s go.” Ethan put away his phone with satisfaction, stood up, and left first. The kid slid off the chair nimbly and trotted to keep up. After a few steps, he turned back to look at me. I smiled and waved goodbye to him. Actually, I wanted to tell Ethan to pay attention and not let the kid call anyone mom. Then I thought, what does it have to do with me? Why worry about things that don’t concern me. 3 I chose to pack the table full of desserts in the end and shared them with my colleagues at work the next day. “Wow, this dessert shop is expensive. Did you win the lottery?” “Your date bought it, right? This one is generous, unlike those stingy guys before.” “Right, almost forgot you have blind dates every week. How about this one? Did you like him?” I smiled and nodded: “I think this one is pretty good.” “What are his conditions?” I told the truth, and saw my colleagues looking disappointed: “You even consider these conditions?” “But compared to the previous ones, this one is already pretty good.” They chattered, eating cake while discussing my marriage. Perhaps I was a weirdo in their eyes because I had been going on blind dates since graduating from college. Not forced by relatives or friends, going through the motions to save face, but very seriously filtering and chatting. They thought women who were so determined to enter the grave of marriage in this era were fools. But I just knew very clearly what I wanted. I wasn’t a celibate, didn’t reject marriage, nor was I a very firm person who might not withstand the pressure of marriage urging from relatives and friends. Instead of being chosen by men when I’m older, it’s better to take the initiative while young and try to pick one I’m satisfied with. After all, a woman’s age is like a man’s wealth; it’s hard currency. My colleagues said my dates were low quality, nothing outstanding. But I was just a very ordinary woman, with nothing outstanding about me either. People always need to have self-knowledge. 3 After adding Ethan, I never chatted with him. He posted on Moments every now and then, from rock climbing to racing, always surrounded by beautiful women, living a colorful life. I liked liking posts; I found watching other people’s lives interesting and wasn’t stingy with small kindnesses. But I never liked Ethan’s posts. After all, given Ethan’s dislike for me, my like would probably only ruin his good mood. I met my date a few more times, had meals, watched movies, and we both had high approval of each other. On a gentle moonlit night, he asked me nervously and seriously if we could date with marriage in mind. I agreed. Mom was right. Marriage isn’t always about loving each other and living happily ever after. It’s the union of two families to increase the ability to resist risks, while also satisfying the instinct of human reproduction. Many of my colleagues and friends didn’t want children. They said only people whose brains haven’t fully evolved would be full of thoughts about children. Well, maybe my brain hasn’t fully evolved. Dragging down humanity, truly a bit embarrassed. On Monday, I specially took half a day off to go to the hospital. My health wasn’t very good, with irregular periods and dysmenorrhea. Thinking that since I planned to get married, I should check my body first, regulate it in advance, and prepare for pregnancy in the future. The doctor looked at my medical record, wrote some slips quickly, and asked me to come back for a follow-up with the test results. I walked while flipping through the test slips. Before seeing clearly where to do the tests, I heard someone call my name: “Sarah?” I looked up subconsciously and took a few seconds to remember who she was. Bella Feng, a high school classmate. She was pushing Ethan in a wheelchair, just walking out of the elevator. Don’t know what happened to Ethan; his face was a bit pale, and his leg was in a cast. “It really is you. I thought I saw wrong.” She looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed at all.” I knew what she meant. Most girls would undergo a transformative change after college and graduation compared to high school. But I didn’t. I still wasn’t good at makeup, didn’t dress up much, even my hairstyle was the same as in high school, bangs, short bob. “Hello.” I greeted politely. “Long time no see.” There were many test slips in my hand. I didn’t hold them steady for a moment, and they all fell to the ground. Bella subconsciously wanted to help. “No need, no need, I’ll do it myself.” I squatted on the ground picking up the slips one by one. One of them happened to drift to Ethan’s feet. Bella bent down to pick it up, glanced at it, and said in surprise: “Sarah, I thought you were very conservative and absolutely wouldn’t accept premarital sex. You actually had an abortion?” 4 People around looked over. Abortion isn’t shameful in this era, but I still felt inexplicably ashamed. I hurriedly took the slip from her hand, lowered my head, and wanted to leave. “Don’t go.” Bella grabbed my arm. “Are you in a hurry? Haven’t seen each other for so many years, let’s catch up?” Catch up again. Not even a good relationship, what “old times” are there to catch up on? “I’m in a hurry to get back to work.” I broke free from her, forced a smile, stuffed the slips into my bag, turned, and left. I could roughly guess that I would probably become a gossip figure in their small group again. It was the same when I was with Ethan back then. I was too love-struck then, reluctant to separate from Ethan, and because of my cowardly personality, I silently endured a lot of ridicule and eye-rolling. A short scream suddenly came from behind, followed by a heavy “thud.” I looked back subconsciously. Bella had a mix of surprise and fear on her face, standing拘束ly beside Ethan. Ethan was still sitting in the wheelchair, looking calm. Not far away, a phone broken in half lay quietly. Sensing my gaze, Ethan looked up at me expressionlessly, then withdrew his gaze, pressed the switch on the wheelchair, and left in the opposite direction. Bella picked up the phone and trotted to catch up. I thought Ethan was only moody in front of me. Turns out he’s like that with others too. For some reason, there was a subtle balance in my heart.

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I’m the good girl from a poor family. But I was pinned in a dim corner by the school bully, who bit my lip until it bled. His eyes were fierce: “Want to break up? Unless I die.” Suddenly, I saw floating comments: 【Supporting Female, instead of studying so hard, you might as well kiss his mouth until it’s sore.】 【Don’t look at how fierce he is. Kiss him once, and he’ll give you his life.】 【Who understands? The school bully acts fierce, but the redness at the corners of his eyes shows how hurt he is. So broken.】 I suddenly lifted my face, shook the hem of his shirt, and whispered: “Then… can you… not disturb my studies?” 1 During the break, when I came out of the classroom. I saw Julian Thorne, suddenly furious, pinning my desk mate Nathan Stone to the ground and beating him. Julian was fierce like a wild dog, the corners of his eyes tinged with red. His youthful temper was completely out of control; he even choked Nathan with one hand, lifting him off the ground. Screams surrounded us. I called him with a trembling voice: “Julian Thorne.” Julian’s figure stiffened. His handsome face, stained with blood, looked over, panic flashing in his eyes. Nathan barely propped himself up, looking at me pitifully: “Mia, I’m fine. Maybe Student Julian feels we’re too close…” I bit my lip, raising my hand to slap him. Suddenly, comments flashed before my eyes. 【The supporting female is definitely going to lecture the second male lead righteously again. In her heart, she always defines the second male lead as a bad student. That’s why the second male lead turns so dark in the end…】 【If the supporting female knew the second male lead was teaching the male lead Nathan a lesson because he knew Nathan approached her just to make the heroine jealous, I wonder if she would feel guilty…】 【Guilt won’t help. By then, the second male lead will have turned completely dark. The supporting female won’t even be able to take the college entrance exam, imprisoned by the second male lead in a villa, the kind where she can’t wear clothes.】 My hand inexplicably changed course, touching the corner of Julian’s bleeding mouth. “Does it hurt?” I asked. Julian’s originally lowered, dim eyes suddenly froze, and he stood rigid like a stone. 【Supporting Female, you should ask him if it feels good.】 【Wuwuwu, our little cutie supporting female asking ‘does it hurt’ so softly. Who can resist that?】 Julian’s voice was low and hoarse: “It doesn’t hurt…” I tentatively tugged at the hem of his shirt, softening my voice even more. “You look so fierce when fighting, I’m a little scared… “Can you come back to class with me to memorize vocabulary?” So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the living Hades of Third High, who had just fought and still had violence in his eyes, who never let girls get close. Let me pull the hem of his shirt and was led away by me like an obedient puppy. Comments: 【Little cutie supporting female, truly a first-class dog trainer.】 2 Back in the classroom, my mind was in turmoil. Through the comments, I figured out one thing. I live in a teen novel, and I am the good girl supporting female character. And Julian is the violent and domineering school bully supporting male character. At this moment, Julian was obediently led by me by his shirt hem and pressed into his seat. His shirt hem was crumpled by my grasp. He stared intently at that spot. I felt a little embarrassed and quickly slipped back to my seat. The comments chattered. 【That piece of shirt hem is doomed. It will definitely be rubbed to shreds by the second male lead tonight.】 My heart skipped a beat. The moment I looked back, I saw Julian lowering his head to kiss the piece of shirt hem I had grabbed. Nathan entered the classroom with the heroine, Sophie Lane. Sophie wore a skirt shorter than other girls’, and her uniform short sleeves were altered to be very tight, accentuating her big chest, small waist, and long legs. The eyes of half the boys present followed her. And Nathan, the flower of the high peak male lead in this text. His usually pristine white shirt was stained with blood, there were wounds on his face, and he looked a bit wretched. He carried a bag of medicine. Sophie wanted to help him apply it. Nathan lowered his eyes coldly, dodging her touch. Nathan was still in the period where he was constantly humiliated by the heroine Sophie because of his poor family background. But in the future, he would find that he seemed to have fallen in love with the unique Sophie. I was still dazed when Nathan stuffed the medicine into my hand: “Mia, can you help me apply the medicine?” He lowered his eyes slightly, the wound on his arm still bleeding, his tone pitiful. I reached out, ready to take the bag. Comments floated by. 【The male lead is such a scheming pretender, playing the princess and dog game with the heroine while leading the supporting female on.】 【Isn’t it just to make the supporting female give him her guaranteed admission spot?】 【Just a little injury on his arm, acting all that. The second male lead has a wound running down his whole back still oozing blood, yet his mind is full of the shirt hem the supporting female touched?】 I looked back and met Julian’s gaze. 3 A trace of mockery flashed in Julian’s eyes, and he turned his head to avoid my gaze. His face was cold white like jade, a few strands of hair falling on his forehead, looking lonely and fragile. I simply got up to check on Julian behind me. Ignoring Nathan’s hand in mid-air. Standing in front of Julian, I reached out to touch his back. But my wrist was clamped. Julian’s voice was cold: “What are you doing?” 【Pretending to be so cold, but desire is about to overflow from his eyes, right? The moment he touched the supporting female’s wrist, the second male lead’s eyes darkened a few shades.】 【Really a pretender brother. Who felt good, I won’t say.】 I deliberately hissed softly: “It hurts.” As expected, Julian let go immediately. My hand took the opportunity to reach over, touching his back, feeling wetness, fingertips turning red. 【What’s going on with the supporting female? In the original plot, didn’t she apply medicine for the male lead Nathan and completely ignore Julian’s wound?】 【Later, Julian’s wound got infected, he had a fever for a week and almost died.】 【How did the supporting female suddenly become smart? Her look of grievance, let alone the second male lead, even I buy it, so delicate and soft.】 Seeing the blood on my fingertips, I anxiously pulled Julian’s hand: “Come with me to the infirmary.” Julian replied coldly. “Not going.” He even dodged my hand. In my anxiety, I tugged at the hair on his forehead. I was standing, he was sitting. Pulled by my force, he was forced to raise his beautiful face. The corners of his eyes turned red, and his breathing became heavier. “If you don’t behave, I’ll kiss you.” I leaned closer to him inch by inch until our noses almost touched. Julian’s beautiful eyes rippled, the tips of his ears red enough to drip blood, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly. My fingertips tapped his face, word by word: “Be obedient.” 【Holy crap, the supporting female is really turning him into a simp.】 【Ahhh, the second male lead has such a bewitching face, his panting is so sexy. I also want to grab his hair and kiss him hard, make him cry hard for me.】 【What’s happening? How did the second male lead turn from a gloomy school bully into a tempting puppy?】 4 Julian said nothing, letting me take him into the infirmary. After getting the medicine, it was time for school to end. We went back to the Stone family villa together. Since he saved me from being beaten to death by my alcoholic father last time, I had been living at Julian’s house. The black T-shirt stuck to flesh and blood. I cleaned it up bit by bit with small tweezers. Then I applied the ointment prescribed by the doctor inch by inch to the wound on his back. Not sure if it was pain or what, his muscles tightened inch by inch under my fingers, showing tight and beautiful lines. I turned to put down the ointment and saw Julian staring at me with burning eyes, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down. His fingertips curled up with restraint, and there was fine sweat of endurance on his forehead. He looked away wretchedly, his voice incredibly hoarse: “Get out, lock the door…” I knew, his illness acted up. Julian had severe skin hunger. I tentatively touched his hand, wanting to help him to the bed. The next second, the world spun, and I was pulled onto the bed by Julian. He panted unbearably, the corners of his eyes red with restraint, uncontrollably getting closer to me. 【Here it comes, here it comes, the classic plot of the heroine saving the second male lead is here. The second male lead’s illness acted up.】 【At this moment, the supporting female finds her own things under the second male lead’s pillow and thinks he is disgusting.】 【The supporting female seems to have locked him in the room alone and left…】 【Then the second male lead was taken care of by the heroine all night, and he found that he could also accept the heroine’s touch…】 Under the pillow? I felt around suspiciously. The next second, I froze… I felt a shiny candy wrapper. Carefully preserved by someone. The edges were thin, looking like they had been stroked many times. 【The supporting female probably doesn’t remember herself. This was the first time she saw Julian’s illness act up, thought he had hypoglycemia, and fed him a candy.】 【And every time his illness acted up after that, Julian survived by relying on this cheap candy wrapper.】

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