I secretly kept a cat in my dorm room. As the only male in our all-girls dorm, my roommates jokingly started calling him “Husband.” Over time, the little guy actually started responding to “Husband” as his name. It was funny calling him that normally. Until one day he snuck out of the dorm, and I had to run all over campus shouting “Husband!” 1 I came back from class to find the little orange tabby I’d been raising for three months was gone. “Guys, Husband is missing!” The whole dorm mobilized, searching the building to no avail. It was the dead of winter. My mind was filled with images of him being caught and thrown out, starving and freezing, or worse, flattened by a car. Ignoring my shame, I searched every nook and cranny of the campus, shouting “Husband!” Passersby gave me strange looks, but I didn’t have the time or courage to explain. I just focused on finding the cat. Suddenly, I looked up and saw a guy holding a cat. Tears streaming down my face, I rushed over: “Husband! I finally found you!” 2 The guy looked terrified. My roommates watched, amused. “Liam, your wife?” The guy holding the cat dodged my lunge defensively. “Miss, please calm down!” I hurriedly explained, “No, no, this cat is mine. His name is Husband.” Who names a cat Husband? “I know you don’t believe me, but you have to.” To prove it, I turned to the cat and called, “Husband!” The little orange tabby reacted immediately, jumping into my arms and purring. Although the misunderstanding was cleared, Liam still lectured me sternly. “Pets aren’t allowed in the dorms. You’re violating school rules and being irresponsible to both yourself and the cat.” In fact, the kitten was a rescue I couldn’t find a home for. Plus, we got attached, and my roommates loved him, so we secretly kept him. The wind blew cat hair into my eyes. The irritation made my eyes red and teary. Seeing this, Liam softened his tone slightly. “Don’t cry… take your Husband back.” 3 Back in the dorm, I told my roommates about the encounter. Jessica, always the pessimist, said, “That guy won’t report you, will he?” Thinking of Liam’s handsome face, he seemed like a decent guy. But recalling his cold lecture, maybe he was a hypocrite. My roommates suggested I treat him to dinner ASAP—partly to thank him, partly as a bribe. I realized I forgot to ask for his contact info. “But I remember what he looks like. I can draw him.” Thanks to my dear mother forcing me to take art lessons, they finally came in handy. I sketched a quick portrait and gave it to our dorm leader, Zoey. She was well-connected in the student union, volunteer association, and various clubs. “Liam, a grad student in Computer Science. Famous ice prince.” Three out of ten posts on the campus confession wall were for Liam. Zoey said many people tried and failed to get his contact info, so this was a blessing in disguise for me. Some blessing. Plenty of people ask for my WeChat too. Gym memberships, nail salons, prenatal centers, tutoring services… Unfortunately, trouble comes in pairs. Soon, I had to see Liam again. 4 In the office, my bald counselor looked at me with disappointment. “Eve, the school just held a meeting emphasizing discipline, especially appropriate conduct between men and women! “And you go and do this? Shouting ‘Husband’ all over campus, proud of yourself?” I didn’t dare confess that Husband was a cat, so I had to take the blame for “inappropriate conduct.” “Go get your boyfriend too!” “Huh? No, no, no need, sir. I’ll definitely tell him!” Calling Liam here would expose everything. Exposure meant my cat on the streets. Streets meant potential roadkill. Seeing my reluctance, the counselor got angrier: “What, showing off your love even here? Go get him!” Outside Liam’s lab, I paced back and forth. Secretly rehearsing: “Liam, can you take the blame for me? “Liam, can we lie together?” Liam would have to be crazy to agree. My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. My brain prepared the words, but what came out was: “Liam, can you be my Husband?” The man’s eyes widened even more than last time: “Miss, are you serious?” I quickly explained the counselor situation again. “You mean, you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend and get scolded with you?” “Do I look stupid to you?” “No, no, I’m the stupid one! Please help me out of pity for my stupidity.” I clasped my hands together above my head. Liam shook his head and turned away heartlessly. His refusal wasn’t surprising. You’d have to be sick to get scolded with a stranger.

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I am the actress universally recognized as the queen of “abstract” behavior in the entertainment industry. When haters called me a gold digger, I sincerely replied: [Someone called me a gold digger. I cried. Turns out there’s someone in this world who truly understands me. I’m not just a gold digger; I’m also a social climber, a hedonist, and a snob. But maybe it’s just my upbringing—I don’t usually expose people’s true nature so casually.] After filming in freezing water for two hours during my period, I emerged pale-faced and sighed: [I thought my burning passion would prevent uterine cold.] When my legs gave out from hiking on a reality show, I collapsed on the spot: [The strong never complain about their environment. I am the weak; I complain not only about the environment but also about the strong.] Because I was too abstract, I often seemed out of place. Until I went on a dating show with the award-winning actor, Julian Thorne, as a celebrity observer. While others were busy shipping couples, we were busy cracking jokes. I said: “Pretentious men are all like this; outsiders can’t stand them.” He replied: “I ship it a little, not much, about 40%.” We all have bright futures. But later, our secret accounts were exposed, and we were both mocked for our crumbling personas. Julian, who claimed “The wise do not fall in love,” turned out to be our number one CP fan and a fanfiction writer. And I, who claimed to be “physically pure but mentally yellow,” was actually Julian’s die-hard fan and a warrior for pure love. That night, we effortlessly soared to the number one trending spot. Netizens commented sharply: [That day, the weirdo met her match.] [Holy crap, I’ll never believe celebrity personas again! Even a ‘pure yellow’ persona can collapse. What is even real anymore?] 1 I used to be the industry’s recognized “Human Wealth Flower,” slaying everyone with my stunning beauty. But as they say, one wrong move and the whole game is lost. During the final voting for the title of “Human Wealth Flower,” I dropped the ball. Rival fans dug up my old quotes and spread them in the comments. When haters called me a gold digger, I sincerely replied: [Someone called me a gold digger. I cried. Turns out there’s someone in this world who truly understands me. I’m not just a gold digger; I’m also a social climber, a hedonist, and a snob. But maybe it’s just my upbringing—I don’t usually expose people’s true nature so casually.] After filming in freezing water for two hours during my period, I emerged pale-faced and sighed: [I thought my burning passion would prevent uterine cold.] When my legs gave out from hiking on a reality show, I collapsed on the spot: [The strong never complain about their environment. I am the weak; I complain not only about the environment but also about the strong.] [From today on, I am officially diagnosed as an egg tart: crusty on the outside, yellow (dirty-minded) on the inside. A little movement and I feel like I’m crumbling.] Overnight, I went from “Human Wealth Flower” to “Village Idiot.” I was kicked off the candidate list and given a nickname: “The Abstract Queen.” Netizens commented: [Such a beautiful face, ruined by that mouth.] [You know, a funny girl can’t be a great beauty.] Even my fans had to admit that the abstract track suited me better than the beauty track. Face fans were heartbroken, commenting: [Sister Summer lost to other girls again.] [For the first time, liking Summer Reed makes me feel inferior.] [At this moment, I lost all strength and means, but still unwilling to believe my glamorous star turned into a comedian so effortlessly.] I took it well, posting jokes myself and comforting my face fans: [Look left, look right, look forward. I remember all your kindness. At least without beauty, I can still charm fans with humor (touches nose bridge).] 2 My agent, Jessica, agreed deeply. She felt that being a great beauty was a waste of my mouth. But being a comedian was just right. So, during a break from filming, she effortlessly stuffed me into a dating show, Heart Signal, as a celebrity observer. This show… how do I put it? The female guests were all highly educated beauties. The male guests… were also males. Any male guest could be a textbook example of an overconfident, average man. Yet the celebrity observers on the show were afraid to offend anyone. They forced themselves to ship couples where there was no chemistry, crying fake tears over a male guest’s unrequited love, exclaiming: “I’ve never seen such thorough tragic aesthetics.” Me, a veteran of various fanfiction circles, was like: Are you guys starving? Eat something decent! Of course, I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t ship it. The audience was disgusted by the greasy men too. So, for the sake of the audience’s sanity, I decided to sacrifice myself and become the audience’s mouthpiece. I launched indiscriminate attacks on all the repulsive male guests. A male guest, 5’7″, 170 lbs, shaped like a cube, blurted out upon learning the female guest was 5’3″, 100 lbs: “You look nice, just a bit fat. If we get together, you need to lose weight.” Me: “Before picking on female guests, look at yourself. You have outer wear but no appearance; special effects but no looks; a frame but no figure. Life must be boring for a toad critiquing humans.” “Women excel at picking flaws in their perfect faces and bodies, magnifying them infinitely. Men excel at finding highlights in their mediocre faces and bodies, magnifying them infinitely, sighing: ‘I am so handsome!’ Do you not have mirrors at home? Can you check your hardware before being overconfident?” A creepy guy who liked a female guest unrequitedly sighed when she was busy with work and didn’t reply often: “Sigh, I feel like a simp.” Me: “? Did you spend money on her or provide emotional value? You claim to like her but make her pay for meals. You know she’s busy but spam her with greasy quotes. Comparing yourself to a simp? That’s an insult to dogs.” A guy with a mediocre master’s degree looked down on a female guest who started a business in college and earned millions a year: “There’s a saying, even a pig can fly in the wind. Sigh, high education is useless, look, not as good as you lucky ones. But I think it’s unstable for a girl to do business alone; she can’t take care of the family.” Me: “Pretentious men are like this; outsiders can’t stand them. I envy men. Women need certificates to be teachers; men become teachers automatically when they reach a certain age.” “Is this male guest an appendix? Why does he love to be inflamed (speak) so much?” 3 The comments went wild as I cursed them out. [Good scolding! Sister’s mouth is amazing. Love to hear it!] [Sis, take it easy. I’m afraid these average confident men might enjoy it.] The crooked melons and cracked dates on this show vividly illustrated the saying: “You there? I’m male. I said I’m male, bad signal? Don’t understand English? Hello? I am man. Is the phone broken? I am male, I am a dude.” [Passerby here. Thought Summer Reed was just pretty, didn’t know she was so good at roasting. Her mouth is dipped in honey. I love it. From today on, I’m a fan of Summer’s roasting (rose).] But fighting a battle of tongues alone is tiring. And my sanity is precious. Even an abstract artist like me couldn’t stand so many eyesores. So after the first episode, I posted on Weibo: [Really want to punch every man in the world (except handsome ones with good values).] Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, Award-Winning Actor Julian Thorne announced he was joining Heart Signal. And Julian is famous in the entertainment industry for being handsome, having good character, and being humble and polite. Also famous for being mysterious and elusive. Me: ? Did my wish come true? Netizens: [Sis, don’t be afraid, your match is coming!!!] 4 The night before recording the new episode of Heart Signal, I had insomnia. Probably because I filmed night scenes for ten days straight to catch up, and drank three iced Americanos during the day to reduce swelling and stay awake, forcefully turning myself into American time. After failing to count sheep, read physics books, and listen to English comprehension tapes, I resigned myself to sitting up in bed, missing my “Zhang Huaimin” (a friend to walk with at night). I wished my Huaimin was also awake to chat with me. This Huaimin better be good-looking, have a nice voice, and sing lullabies to me. But I have no Huaimin. At this hour, even the roosters aren’t up yet. I sighed and opened my phone. My agent was right. Idle time is idle time. As a female star, I must read more books and newspapers, eat fewer snacks, and sleep more. Since I can’t sleep anyway, I might as well use this time to study and keep up with the times. Thinking this through, I resolutely opened my book, titled— Golden Retriever Care Guide. It’s a new fanfiction by my favorite author. The author must be my solo fan. Since my debut, she has been writing fanfiction with me as the prototype, all female-centric power fantasies with no male lead. Her writing is super immersive, the style and stories are novel, and she updates fast. Over the years, she has accumulated many fans and gained me a lot of passerby fans. I originally just stumbled upon her, curious about fanfiction based on myself, and read a few chapters casually. The more I read, the more hooked I got. Now I’m her loyal fan, often commenting and tipping to urge updates. Because I always comment under the author’s Weibo, over time, she recognized me, and we started chatting often on Weibo. Since my old quotes were dug up last time, I got smart and started using an alt account for happy surfing. This Weibo account was created in high school, with no content. Only two posts: one is a quote from a favorite book, the other is a photo of flowers near the university, with only my hand in the frame. So no need to worry about being exposed. The latest chapter stopped right at the part where the male lead turns back into a human from a golden retriever. Leaving me blushing and wanting more. As usual, I opened the comments to urge an update. Funny Girl Jenny: [Wife, trouble! Our kid hit someone at school, the other parent wants 500,000 words compensation, I bargained it down to 5 million words, wife write quickly!!! Teacher, can we roleplay? You play the domineering CEO, slender fingers slowly reaching around the waist to pull out a draft from the pocket, Adam’s apple rolling, thin lips parting to say: ‘Woman, you successfully caught my attention. Here are ten draft chapters (flower), finish reading them.’] Just after commenting, I received a private message. It was from the author.

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In the lavish hall of a nightclub, my heavily pregnant sister was shoved onto the stage. Below, men were red-faced, arguing over who fathered the child in her belly. “It’s definitely mine! I put in the most effort that night!” “Bullshit! I went the most rounds, the odds are in my favor!” My sister, pale and tearful, questioned the man beside her: “Lucas, you’re my fiancé. How could you treat me like this?” Lucas hugged the delicate girl in his arms and sneered, “You don’t even know whose seed you’re carrying, and you have the nerve to ask me?” The girl covered her mouth, giggling shyly but looking at my sister with triumph. Sitting in the audience, my eyes turned cold. I haven’t been back for a few years, and people dare to bully the Jiang family! … My assistant bowed and whispered, “Should I summon the club owner, Chase, to give you an explanation?” I scoffed coldly. “What’s the use of calling him? Get everyone ready!” “Yes.” The assistant quickly retreated. Dare to touch my sister? Tonight, no one leaves in one piece! 1 My sister’s voice trembled. “That night it was only you! How could I be pregnant with someone else’s child?!” Sophie, nestled in Lucas’s arms, laughed delicately. “Emily, you were drunk and shouting ‘one isn’t enough,’ dragging several men into the room. Don’t you remember?” My sister’s face turned white. “Impossible! Only Lucas was in the room…” Halfway through, she froze, staring dead at Lucas. “It was you… that glass of red wine… you drugged me?!” Lucas didn’t deny it, not even looking at my sister. He pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and scattered them on the stage. “Come on, place your bets! Whoever guesses right gets a bonus video of that hot night!” Cheers erupted from the audience. “That’s intense! Not even a stitch of clothing, clear as day!” “Hotter than a movie cover, just one look and I’m burning up!” Sophie picked one up, glanced at it with disgust, and tossed it aside. A photo drifted down in front of me. I picked it up. One look, and I saw red. These people are insane! Wait until I show them what happens when you mess with the Jiang family! The men below fought over my sister’s photos like hungry wolves, slamming cash onto the table, red-eyed as they placed bets, as if auctioning goods. I fingered my wine glass in the dark, watching this absurd gamble coldly. My assistant isn’t back yet. Just a little longer… “Bets closed!” The dealer’s voice cut through the noise. “Now, welcome the professionals to reveal the answer to this bet!” Several people in white coats rushed onto the stage with instruments, grabbing my sister’s arm without a word. A needle flashed, about to pierce her skin. “Get off!” My usually weak sister suddenly fought back. She broke free, scratching the person’s face. “Where’s Chase? Tell him to get out here! If I lose a single hair tonight, this dump closes tomorrow!” My sister screamed, and everyone burst into laughter. Sophie laughed so hard she trembled. “Oh my, our Miss Jiang is still dreaming?” She suddenly yanked my sister’s hair, whispering in her ear: “You forgot, Chase is my biological brother. He bankrupted the Jiang family long ago. Where did you get the guts to scream here?” I had already moved to the edge of the stage, ready to rescue my sister, but my heart skipped a beat. Chase’s sister? The Jiang family bankrupted? Why didn’t I know? Lucas pulled Sophie into his arms. “Why waste words on her?” He turned to the white coats. “Hurry up, don’t waste time!” Just as the needle tip touched my sister’s skin, the dealer beside them turned pale. He suddenly shouted: “Stop!” 2 Everyone was startled, and I stopped my movement. Trembling, he pulled a jade seal from my sister’s waist, cold sweat soaking his back. “The… The Cloud Water Seal?!” In shock, he pressed the highest-priority button on the club phone. “Mr. Chen, the Cloud Water Seal has appeared. Please come verify its authenticity!” Lucas’s face sank, and even Sophie in his arms went silent. Chase, the “Mr. Chen” they spoke of, was just an adopted son of my father. By age, he’d have to call me Big Sister. Knowing this was his turf, my tense nerves relaxed slightly. I waited for my assistant, calm on the surface. Soon, Chase’s personal secretary, Bella, arrived. “Mr. Chen will be here shortly. Let me assess the situation first!” Just as her finger touched the seal, Sophie in Lucas’s arms laughed again. “Coincidence! I have this broken thing too!” She pulled a brocade box from her purse. When the box popped open, the crowd gasped. Two Cloud Water Seals, identical. “Hers has a crack!” Sophie’s red lips parted. “It’s a fake.” My sister cried out urgently, “My sister gave this to me personally! How could it be fake?” “I am Jane Jiang’s biological sister!” As soon as she finished, Sophie laughed. “I’ve lived in the Jiang house for years and never saw you having a sister. You’re a habitual liar, inventing a sister now!” Bella examined the seal, respectfully returned Sophie’s, and picked up where Sophie left off. “Jane Jiang?” Bella sneered, as if hearing a joke. “Never heard of her.” “Since the real Cloud Water Seal is with Miss Sophie, we can’t interfere with this Ms. Jiang’s affairs. Carry on.” With that, Bella stood aside, acting as if it was none of her business. The men exploded: “Test her! I bet ten grand it’s my kid!” “After the test, we’ll take turns tasting her.” The men were like flies to blood. Some even started undoing their belts. “I’m raising my bet! Test her, then I’m diving in!” The white coats pinned my sister down again. The needle flashed, aiming straight for her pale skin. My assistant still hadn’t returned, but I couldn’t wait any longer. “Stop!” I leaped onto the stage, kicking over the metal instrument tray. Bella’s pupils shrank. “Who’s this crazy woman, daring to wreck Mr. Chen’s place?!” I smiled coldly. “Jiang family, Jane Jiang.” 3 Dead silence. But the silence lasted only a second. “Hahaha—” The hall erupted in deafening laughter. Some even laughed tears. “Jane Jiang? You?” “That’s the legendary figure who could shake up the capital! No news for years, why would she be here?” Sophie clutched her stomach, laughing hysterically. “Emily, which theater troupe did you hire this actor from? Pretty convincing performance!” Lucas frowned, looking at me with disgust. “Emily, get this impostor out of here. Aren’t you embarrassed enough?” My sister clung to me, eyes filled with disbelief and excitement. Veins popped on my forehead as I suppressed my rage: “When Chase arrives, the truth will be clear!” I shielded my sister behind me, eyes sharp as knives. “Before then, anyone who dares touch a hair on her head loses a hand!” Sophie covered her mouth, mocking: “Oh, still acting? If Jane Jiang really traveled, she’d have an entourage. How could she be alone?” I glanced at my bodyguard team squeezed into the corner, a sneer forming on my lips. “Let Chase come out and speak! I want to ask if he still respects me as his big sister?” Bella narrowed her eyes, assessing me, a sneer on her red lips: “Who do you think you are? Daring to call Mr. Chen by his first name? You really don’t know your place!” She slowly twisted the jade bracelet on her wrist, voice dropping: “Men, take her down!” “I want to see just how much you weigh!” Several burly men grinned greedily, voices full of malicious teasing. “Yes! Sister Bella, I’ll strip her clean and weigh her inside and out for you!” Their hands reached for us sisters. I slapped the first one across the face. “Insolent! Do you want to die?! Do you know the consequences of touching me?” The man’s head snapped to the side. His eyes turned vicious, and he choked me. “Bitch, think you’re something?” “Today I’ll teach you the rules in front of everyone!” Laughter erupted around us. Men closed in maliciously; some pulled out phones to record. My sister cried and tried to rush over but was grabbed by the hair by Sophie and shoved to the ground. “Emily, where did you find this person? Is she brain damaged, daring to act wild here?” “You act innocent, Miss High-and-Mighty, but who knows whose seed is in your belly!” Sophie slapped my sister, drawing blood from her lip. I kicked the man beside me away to save her, but strong arms pinned me down. My bodyguards were blocked by the chaotic crowd, unable to move. “Tsk tsk, the impostor is addicted to acting?” Sophie stepped on my sister’s chin with her heel. “Kneel and kowtow three times, and maybe I’ll ask Secretary Bella to let your fake sister go.” My sister looked at Lucas with tears, voice trembling: “Lucas, she really is my sister. If you hurt her, you’ll all regret it…” Lucas adjusted his cuffs indifferently, looking at her like trash: “If not for you, where would this trouble come from? Apologize to Sophie now.” “Kowtow! Or we strip her now!” Men reached for my collar, grinning. “I’ll kowtow!” My sister’s knees hit the marble floor hard. She pressed her forehead to the cold stone. “Please, don’t touch my sister…” I watched her slam her head again and again. Each thud felt like a knife carving out a piece of my heart. My assistant was late, the bodyguards at the door strangely silent. Something was wrong. Bella looked at my exquisite face, envy flashing in her eyes. She pulled out a scalpel, pressing the blade against my face. “Such a pretty face. Wonder if Mr. Chen will recognize it if I carve it up?” “Don’t touch my sister!” My sister struggled. “Chase will make you wish you were dead!” “Think you’re still the Jiang heiress? Too bad the Jiang family hasn’t been surnamed Jiang for a long time.” Mocking my sister, Bella pressed the blade into my face. Warm blood trickled down my neck. Just as she was about to cut again. The main doors crashed open. Chase entered with a team. His gaze swept over my sister’s bloody forehead and the cut on my face. The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing. 4 “Chase,” my sister’s eyes lit up, “tell them to release my sister!” Chase’s gloomy gaze swept the room, landing on Bella: “What’s going on?” Bella immediately put on a wronged expression. “Brother Chase, look. This woman brought a fake to impersonate your sister.” Chase looked at my sister, eyes full of disgust: “Emily, when will you stop making trouble? Sophie gives in everywhere, but you push your luck?” “Give in?” My sister trembled with rage. “They humiliated me publicly, called my sister’s seal fake, and you say I’m pushing my luck?” “You promised my sister you’d take care of me! Now you help an outsider bully me?” “Outsider?” Sophie smugly linked arms with Chase. “I’m his biological sister! Who are you?” Face covered in blood, I stared coldly at Chase. He only cared about comforting Sophie. My sister pointed at me urgently. “My sister is back. How will you explain this to her?” Chase finally looked at me. Seeing my face, surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to coldness: “Emily, your sister died long ago. Hiring a double to act is boring.” I couldn’t help but scoff. The dog I raised learned to bite when the master wasn’t looking. “Chase, you’ve really grown impressive!” Hearing the familiar voice, Chase’s pupils shrank violently, Adam’s apple bobbing. He lifted my chin with trembling fingers, examining me closely for a long time, eyes filled with thick, unmelting emotion. Finally, he touched the wound on my face lightly and sighed deeply. “This face is truly alike… Pity. Without this scar, I could have let you follow me.” His face carried sorrow, as if remembering someone he loved but couldn’t have through me. “But now, it’s useless.” “Even if you look like her, what’s the point? She’s gone…” He closed his eyes. “Bella, handle it.” Bella smiled mockingly, looking at me like a joke. She snapped her fingers. Several burly men tore at my collar. My sister was roughly pressed onto the gambling table, chips scattering. At that moment, the gilded doors of the hall collapsed with a loud bang. My assistant stood against the light, a dark mass of people flooding in behind him like a tide. Face bruised, he said apologetically, “Sorry, Miss. Ran into… a delay on the way.”

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Because he hated my parents for causing his parents’ deaths, Julian Thorne made me his mistress for nine years. Over those nine years, he told me countless times how much he hated me. Yet, when I caught a minor cold, he would cancel multi-million dollar projects just to fly back and make me soup. I thought our feelings had long surpassed that old hatred. Until, two months after I gave birth to his child, I overheard a conversation between him and another woman. “Julian, the baby has stopped breathing. How are you going to explain this to Stella?” Julian answered without hesitation: “Explain what? The child of an enemy giving his life for our experiment is a blessing for him.” “It’s also a good way to let that woman see what it feels like to have her closest kin die tragically before her eyes!” It turned out he had waited bitterly for nine years just for this true revenge. I took my child’s ashes and walked, lost and broken, to the riverside, ready to end my life. As I plummeted, I saw his face turn pale as he tried to jump after me. 1 “Since you know everything, there’s no need for me to hide it anymore.” The white walls of the laboratory felt coldly impersonal. Julian looked at me, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes before he spoke with utter cruelty. “He is indeed dead.” “Injected with a massive dose of experimental drugs by my own hand.” I stared at him, stunned, my hands trembling uncontrollably. “Why…” “That was your child too!” I moved my lips, but my voice came out hoarse and broken. Julian looked at me in silence for a few seconds, then turned his head away. “I told you countless times, Stella…” “Because of hate. I hate your parents, I hate you, and I hate your child.” Hate… The familiar word echoed in my ears again. I bit my lip. Over nine years, I had lost count of how many times I’d heard it. He hated my parents for doing nothing during his family’s company crisis, leaving all the mess to his parents. They even embezzled all the funds and fled abroad. Leaving his parents with no way out, choosing to end their lives with a bottle of sleeping pills. Yet, he would always say he hated me while treating me with boundless kindness. He would drive all night just to take me to see the sunrise at the beach because I said I was bored, abandoning huge business deals. He would hold my hand in his pocket to keep it warm during winter. Sometimes, on a whim, he would even take the eyebrow pencil from my hand and draw my eyebrows stroke by stroke. Then laugh embarrassedly at his clumsy handiwork. I thought… I thought that despite the blood feud, love could grow lush and strong between us, bridging the hatred. But now, when I questioned him in disbelief, he sneered: “Stella, because I could see that the better I treated you, the guiltier you felt.” “It was just acting out a love scene with you.” “Did you actually take it seriously?” My body went limp uncontrollably, my hands instinctively covering my lower abdomen. The scar from the C-section throbbed faintly, mixing with the pain in my heart, suffocating me. With just a few words, he effortlessly destroyed all my defenses. My hands, which had been gripping his collar, dropped. I felt cold all over. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was so stupid, stupid enough to believe that love could overcome such deep-seated hatred. I remembered when I was eighteen, orphaned just before my college entrance exams, living alone in a dilapidated rental. I held a fruit knife, measuring my wrist. Thinking about where to cut, but lacking the courage to actually do it. The room was tiny—a bed, a table and chairs, some pots and pans took up almost all the space. Julian stood at the door, looking at the room where there was barely space to stand, his emotions fluctuating for a long time. Finally, he punched the wall behind me in anger, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me out of there. I squatted down in despair, unable to control my sobbing. … A sharp ringtone broke the silence. I don’t know what the person on the other end said, but Julian glanced at me with a complicated expression. “Then take it directly to cremation.” My heart shrank as if sensing something. In an instant, I understood. I grabbed Julian’s coat desperately, like clutching the last straw. “Cremation?” “Who are you cremating?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he peeled my fingers off one by one, coldly. He said, “Stay in the hospital and be good.” The way he flung me aside felt as if I wasn’t his girlfriend of nine years, but a piece of useless trash. Although to Julian now, I, this girlfriend, seemed to be just trash. In that instant, I seemed to lose all strength. From that moment on, the will to die had taken root in my heart. After a long silence, I looked at him with red eyes, voice hoarse. “Julian, I want to see him…” But Julian promised nothing. He just glanced at me indifferently and turned his back. “You should go back to the hospital and stay there.” “Claire, let’s go.” He left with Claire, walking to the end of the corridor without looking back at me once. I stared blankly at their retreating figures. As they were about to disappear from my sight… I wiped the tears from my face, got up, and followed them. I ran urgently, almost pushing Claire over. “You!” Claire’s face turned pale. Just as she was about to accuse me, She saw me pull out the fruit knife I had prepared. Slowly pressing it against my throat. I looked at Julian, expression calm but acting like a madwoman. I said, “Julian, take me to see him.” 2 Julian paused while opening the car door, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion. “Want to send him off on his last journey?” I lowered my head slowly under his gaze. “Yes.” “Julian, I just want to see him…” “Please, can you?” “If you’re still not satisfied, take my life too…” For a moment, a mocking look appeared on Julian’s face. He seemed to think I was begging him only because I didn’t want to die. He tightened his grip on my wrist holding the knife, pushing it closer to my throat, and sneered. “Stella, do you think I really care about your life?” “If you want to die, find a quiet place. Don’t dirty my and Claire’s eyes.” “Besides, do you really dare to die?” After saying this, he drove off with Claire. Before getting in the car, Claire looked me up and down. The contempt in her eyes made me clench my fists hidden under my clothes. Julian thought the lab was too far in the suburbs to get a taxi. As long as he left with Claire, no matter how unwilling I was, I would stay put. But he didn’t expect that I, usually cowardly, would start running after a moment of silence. I don’t know where the strength and courage came from. Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see me running behind the car. Stubbornly, with all my might, chasing his receding vehicle. Falling, getting up, falling again, getting up again… Over and over, as if I had lost the sensation of pain. Julian slammed on the brakes, cursing under his breath. “Crazy.” Seeing the car finally stop in the distance, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart. I stumbled and ran to the car. Even though it was a hot summer day, the temperature in the car made me shiver. In the back seat, I hugged myself tightly, trying to find a bit of warmth from my own embrace. But the result was always disappointing. I couldn’t find the strength to keep living. Even as the car drove onto the cross-river bridge, I seriously considered it. If I jumped out here and drowned in the river… It seemed like a good idea. The lab was far from the crematorium. By the time we arrived, it was nearly evening. When getting out of the car, Julian reflexively reached out to me. But for the first time in my life, I ignored him and ran straight to the morgue. Passing body after body, I couldn’t find my baby. I didn’t know how to describe my feelings then. Despair, or relief… I paralyzed myself repeatedly in my heart. Maybe this was just a dream. A dream where flowers withered and life was bleak. But actually, my baby was safely receiving treatment. Maybe in a few months, when I woke up, we would be a reunited family. I didn’t know. I just mechanically, numbly searched for my baby. When I walked out of the morgue, lost and soulless, I happened to see a worker pushing a body towards the furnace. I stopped, sensing something. When I saw the body, I recognized him instantly. That was my baby… In the two months since he was born, I had only seen him three times and held him once. They said he was weak and needed treatment in a sterile room. So every time I saw him, it was through a thick glass wall. I was outside, he was inside. I hadn’t even given him a name. In the two months after his birth, I looked through numerous dictionaries but couldn’t find two suitable characters. I thought, when he gets better, I will definitely… Give him the best name in the world. But I never imagined our fourth meeting would be like this. He lay there quietly, being pushed towards the fire ahead. 3 The world seemed to be muted. There was no sound in my world anymore. Only the flickering flames in front of my eyes. And my child about to be pushed into the fire, disappearing from my world bit by bit. In that moment, I forgot that the fire was enough to burn me to death. I couldn’t even hear the worker’s startled cry. Driven by some unseen force, I rushed forward, diving into the fire. I wanted to hold him one more time. “Baby…” I’m sorry, really sorry. I didn’t protect you well. Or perhaps, I shouldn’t have given birth to you. A life bearing hatred is destined not to be happy. But do you know how happy I was when I found out you had life inside me… The scorching flames burned my skin bit by bit. But I felt no pain, rushing forward recklessly. I thought, my life is already rotten anyway. Dying with my baby seems fine. “Stella, what are you doing?” Julian dragged me back from the fire with all his might. By the firelight, I saw my reflection in Julian’s eyes. Messy and crazy. His eyes held emotions I couldn’t read. Anger, panic, and perhaps a bit of… pity. He gripped my shoulders tightly, his strength frightening. “Do you want to die?” I collapsed weakly. He was right. I didn’t know the meaning of living anymore. “Yes, Julian, I don’t want to live…” “I’ve lived enough.” “Julian, let me die with my baby…” Under the firelight, I cried uncontrollably. Julian’s expression changed abruptly, panic showing in his eyes where I couldn’t see. Then, he grabbed my arm tightly, forcing me to look at him. “Die?” “Stella, do you deserve to die?” “You have to live, live to atone for your parents.” His cold, hard expression pierced my eyes, chilling me to the bone. Like wind blades in a snowy night. “And don’t threaten me with death again.” “At eighteen, you were too cowardly to die. Do you think nine years later, you have the courage?” Watching my breakdown, Julian felt a sharp prick in his heart. Not very painful, but the strange feeling was distinct. In a trance, another me appeared before him. The me who fell asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come home. The me who carefully pulled his sleeve asking for forgiveness when I made a mistake. The me who cried to him with red eyes when I accidentally cut my finger. The me who, despite being sick and weak, insisted on hugging him from behind in the kitchen, refusing to rest… These versions of me merged with the woman crying hysterically in front of him. Yet they seemed like two different people. For no reason, his heart felt heavy. Julian clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, forcefully suppressing the tidal wave of emotions. He took the urn handed by the worker and threw it to me without hesitation. Like throwing away a hot potato. In the night, his tone was cold and hard. “When you’re done crying, take your son and get out.” He left with Claire, ignoring me, who was crying nearly to the point of fainting. Under the night sky, I held my child’s ashes and walked step by step back to the “home” I had lived in for nine years. The summer night wind wasn’t cold, but at that moment, I felt there was no warmth left in the world. When I got home, Julian was leaning back on the sofa, lost in thought. Seeing me, his gaze swept over the box I held tightly, his eyelids drooping. His words were harsh and ear-piercing. “Only you would treat him like a treasure.” These words hit my heart like heavy summer rain, sparking anger towards him. For the first time in my life, I retorted sharply. “Naturally, I can’t compare to you, who can kill your own son.” Julian seemed stung by a secret pain. A flash of agony crossed his eyes, but he refused to admit defeat. Finally, he snorted coldly and returned to his room. 4 When I woke up, Julian was on the balcony making a phone call. Ash from the cigarette in his hand fell intermittently. I don’t know what the person on the other end said. Julian frowned, his voice heavy. “Is this the only way?” Claire’s voice came from the other end. “Julian, I know it’s cruel, but this is a great breakthrough.” “The minerals in the ashes are very helpful for our research.” “This is also the consensus of the other colleagues.” “Alright, I know.” Julian extinguished the cigarette irritably. Turning around, he saw me standing behind him, scrutinizing him with suspicion. He paused, looking guilty. But in just a few breaths, he quickly adjusted. “Give me your son’s ashes.” He said just this short sentence to me. But connecting it with the voice from the phone, I guessed instantly what he wanted to do. “Julian!” “Do you have any conscience left?!” I looked at him in disbelief. I really didn’t know why this man, who had shared my bed for nine years, was so cold-blooded and ruthless. He killed my baby. And now, he wanted to take my baby’s ashes for research… Julian was silent for a moment, then looked at me with a sneer. “Conscience?” He gripped the back of my neck, as if wanting to crush me. “When your parents killed my parents, why didn’t you talk to me about conscience?” These words, like a torrential downpour in a summer night, extinguished the last flame in my heart bit by bit. I looked at his bloodshot eyes, helplessness spreading through my body. “Stella, everything happening now is just karma, blood for blood.” “Your parents died, so you and your son pay the debt.” “Is there a problem?” At this moment, his hatred, hidden for years, was finally fully exposed. But… “But Julian, he had your blood too!” I loosely grabbed his collar. Trying to awaken any remaining pity he had for me, for our baby. But he had none. Only for a moment, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes. He said: “Is that so? To me, he was garbage carrying the enemy’s blood.” His gaze swept over me, then behind me. Finally, it rested on my bedroom. Through the door and window, he saw a small metal box on the nightstand. Julian paused, then flung me aside. He strode towards my bedroom, his ruthlessness making me feel pathetic. Gathering strength from somewhere, I rushed forward. Just a second before his fingers touched the urn, I grabbed it and held it tight in my arms. Maybe my gaze was too paranoid; Julian was silent for a moment, his hands slowly gripping my shoulders. He struggled internally for a long time. “Forget it.” “If you really like children that much.” “We can have another one later.” His tone was like rewarding a stray dog with a bone. Making me instantly nauseous. I endured and endured, but finally slapped Julian across the face. I used almost all my strength. A red palm print was clearly visible on his face. He turned his head aside, stunned for a long time. I stared at him, my voice filled with uncontrollable resentment. “Julian, I never knew you could be so shameless.” After saying this, before he could recover, I ran out holding the ashes. I locked the door, trapping Julian inside. His frantic pounding came from within. “Stella, are you crazy? What are you doing?” “Leave the ashes!” I turned a deaf ear and ran. The river wind hit my face. I ran onto the cross-river bridge under the blazing summer sun. Not long after, the sound of a car horn came from behind. I looked back; Julian had caught up. His voice was thick with urgency, but I wouldn’t stop for him anymore. Maybe it was time to end these years of love and hate. Just as he was about to catch me, I stopped and climbed over the railing. I jumped without hesitation. As I fell, I saw Julian’s terrified eyes. He scrambled up the railing, wanting to jump with me. But was held back firmly by passersby. I gave him a mocking smile. Julian, I’m no longer that cowardly girl of eighteen who didn’t dare to cut her wrist. Today, even if I die, I won’t give you my baby’s ashes.

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My childhood best friend gave me the cold shoulder, intentionally getting closer to the new transfer student. Just then, I saw the floating comments: [The female lead doesn’t know, the male lead is just jealous of her and the school bad boy! Go comfort him, and he’ll come back!] [He just wants you to feel how much it hurts when he sees you with the bad boy.] [Exactly, our female lead is a 36D soft beauty, the male lead loves her to death.] I paused, ready to explain my relationship with the bad boy to my childhood friend. But then I saw him passionately kissing the transfer student. The comments appeared again: [Female lead, just apologize! He’ll come back.] I didn’t interrupt. I turned around and went to tell the teacher, reporting students for dating. 1 Through the floating comments, I learned I was living in a campus romance novel. I am the female lead, and the male lead is my childhood friend, Lucas. He deliberately distanced himself from me and got closer to the transfer student, Chloe, just because he was jealous? I was stunned for a moment, then came to my senses, deciding to explain my relationship with the school bad boy, Damon, to Lucas. That day, I just saw Damon fall and get hurt, so I helped him to the nurse’s office. After school, I saw Lucas heading towards the roof. I jogged up to the roof. When I opened the door. I saw Lucas and Chloe kissing. Lucas slightly lowered his head, letting Chloe hook her arms around his neck and kiss his lips. I froze in place. At this moment, the comments scrolled frantically. [Female lead, don’t misunderstand, the side female character must have seduced him, the male lead just didn’t react in time.] [Kissing for this long and still hasn’t reacted?] [The male lead only did this because he saw the bad boy running to the female lead every day. He just wanted to make her angry.] [Our female lead is a 36D soft beauty, the male lead loves her to death.] [Female lead, just go apologize, won’t the male lead forgive you?] I clenched my fists, my heart aching with a dull pain. I didn’t disturb them, turned around, and left. I went to the homeroom teacher’s office. “Mr. Brown, I just saw two people kissing on the roof.” After saying that, I returned to the classroom to do my cleaning duty. A moment later, Lucas stormed back in. Chloe followed behind him. Lucas walked up to me at some point and snatched the broom from my hand. He looked down at me, his dark eyes revealing a trace of chill: “Did you tell the teacher?” I looked up at him: “So what if I did?” Chloe walked up to me from behind him: “So it was you, Cow? Only you could do something disgusting like tattling.” She linked arms with Lucas, looking at him with a coquettish tone: “I told you, your little childhood friend isn’t anything good. You even scolded me for her before.” After saying that, she huffed. Chloe smiled and looked at my chest: “Cow, why aren’t you wearing your binder today? Who are you trying to seduce?” My temples throbbed with anger. “Cow” was the nickname she gave me. She saw me running in gym class, then got a big group of boys to watch me. They stared at me, laughing. I frowned. Checking myself up and down to see what was so funny. Seeing my panic, they laughed even happier. Lucas suddenly appeared. We were in a cold war then. He hadn’t spoken to me for days. Chloe walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and whispered something in his ear. He revealed a faint smile. Then he looked at me coldly. Later, the nickname “Cow” spread throughout the class. Even if I wore a binder, whenever I ran, people around me would still laugh and call me Cow. 2 Anger piled up. I lost control and rushed at Chloe. We pulled each other’s hair. Lucas forcefully pulled me away: “Jane, are you crazy? You do something disgusting and still think you’re right?” He clearly protected Chloe, prying my hands from her hair, but Chloe’s hands were still firmly gripping mine. My nose stung, and my body lost strength. Pushed by him, I fell to the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes. But I didn’t want to cry in front of them. So I got up, held back my tears, and walked away quickly. The comments appeared again. [The side female character is so disgusting, and the male lead is protecting her?] [But the female lead started it. The male lead wasn’t protecting anyone, just trying to separate them.] [Did you see how heartbroken the male lead looked when he accidentally pushed the female lead to the ground?] [Exactly, the male lead looked at the female lead’s back with so much pain when she left.] Out of the classroom, tears burst forth. Grievance and anger mixed together. Heart-piercing pain. My mom saw me crying on my way home. She followed me asking what happened. I didn’t answer; I really needed to be alone for a while. I ran back to my room and locked myself in. My mom knocked on the door, then left. I didn’t know how long I cried. I got up and found old photos. I tore up all the photos with Lucas and threw them in the trash. Only this way could I feel a brief relief in my heart. But as I tore them, I suddenly realized that photos with Lucas occupied almost all the photos of my dozen years. My heart twitched with pain again. Lucas wasn’t like this before. My mom and Lucas’s mom were best friends. Our homes were close, so Lucas and I were inseparable growing up. We were in each other’s lives for over a decade. Yet we reached this point. A knock on the door, Lucas’s voice. “Dinner’s ready, come out.” His parents were away Monday to Wednesday, so he ate at my house. I didn’t answer, put on headphones. The comments appeared again. [The male lead just can’t put aside his pride, he’s already showing weakness to you.] [Female lead, just go out and explain to him, he can dump the side character immediately.] [Don’t fight anymore, the male lead has only ever had you in his heart.] [The female lead is so stubborn.] [Sigh, the male lead left in anger.] 3 Next day at school. My mom prepared two breakfasts as usual. I only took one. My mom called me: “You forgot Lucas’s portion.” She handed me the breakfast: “Did you fight with Lucas? You never fought when you were little, why fight now that you’re grown up? Talk it out, everything will be fine.” “Can’t talk it out!” I turned and left. Arriving in class. My seat was next to Lucas. I returned to my seat; Lucas frowned at me, huffed lightly, and turned away. Chloe sat in front of Lucas. She turned around and looked at him: “Cow didn’t bring us breakfast today.” During the cold war before, I still brought breakfast for Lucas every day. But he didn’t eat it; he gave it all to Chloe. Lucas sneered: “Who wants her to bring it? I wouldn’t eat it even if she did.” The comments appeared again. [Male lead, keep being stubborn. Your face fell the moment you saw she didn’t bring breakfast.] [Female lead, give him the breakfast, he’ll be secretly happy.] [Female lead, just apologize, the male lead will ditch the side character immediately.] Why should I apologize? And I didn’t plan on having anything to do with him anymore. I ate my breakfast. Next to me, Lucas suddenly stood up. Loudly. Classmates looked over. Lucas stormed out of the classroom angrily. Seeing this, Chloe jogged after him. They only came back when the bell rang. Chloe’s lips were a bit swollen, her face flushed. Lucas deliberately looked at me, a faint smile curling his lips. He seemed certain I would be jealous. But I wasn’t. Just felt a bit nauseous. Just a week before the cold war. My parents and his parents went on business trips at the same time. He came to stay in our guest room to keep me company. That night, we finished homework and watched TV in the living room. The TV happened to show a kissing scene. I was a bit shy, looking around pretending not to know. He laughed: “It’s just kissing, is it that big a deal?” I looked at him: “Have you kissed?” He looked at me, his dark eyes revealing a burning love. He inherited his parents’ good looks perfectly, quite handsome. “About to kiss.” He suddenly leaned in, gently kissing my lips. Breaths mingled. From clumsy at first to gradually proficient. I was immersed in this sweet and beautiful first kiss. But now. That first kiss that once made my heart race countless times. Made me incredibly nauseous. 4 After school, Damon came to find me again. He held a watermelon juice, handing it to me. I glanced at the juice, then at him: “Anyone falling on the ground at that time, I would have chosen to help them to the nurse’s office. Don’t come looking for me again.” Damon’s beautiful peach blossom eyes dimmed instantly, but fleetingly: “I didn’t come to thank you. I like you, I came to pursue you.” His directness stunned me a bit. I almost fled, walking away quickly, but Damon followed. He didn’t come closer, just followed behind. I didn’t stop until I reached my door, turned to look at him, panting: “Why are you following me?” He extended his hand, holding my bear charm: “You dropped something. I wanted to catch up and return it, but the faster I went, the faster you went.” I was speechless, taking my bear charm: “Couldn’t you call me?” He smiled: “I wanted to see when you’d turn around and acknowledge me.” I glared at him, about to hang the bear back, then realized this charm seemed to be a fourteenth birthday gift from Lucas. I paused, then threw it into the trash can at my door. Looking up, I unexpectedly met Lucas’s dark eyes. He stood at my door, anger radiating from his eyes, cool voice suppressing rage: “Threw it away?” “Yes. Everything of yours, I’m throwing away.” His back teeth clenched tight: “You better not regret it!” Damon chuckled behind me. Lucas looked at Damon, eyes fierce, as if wanting to tear the person in front of him apart. Damon said lazily: “What are you looking at? Want to fight? Come on.” Lucas laughed in anger: “I won’t lower myself to fight someone like you.” Saying that, he looked at me through gritted teeth: “Just you wait.” He turned sideways and left directly between Damon and me. Damon pouted, looking at me with a grin: “If we fought, who would you help?” “I’d help call the police.” As soon as I entered, my mom asked: “Where’s Lucas? Wasn’t he waiting for you at the door?” “Mom, don’t let Lucas come to our house anymore.” My mom froze: “Why? What happened between you two?” My nose stung: “He… he…” I really didn’t know how to express it. My mom patted my head: “Mom knows. You’re grown up, people change. Mom won’t call him over for dinner anymore.” I felt bitter. Lucas became a complete stranger to me. Our relationship deteriorated to a point of no return. The comments scrolled again. [The male lead is about to die of anger. Now he’s at home throwing away all the gifts the female lead gave him.] [The female lead is too cruel, can’t she just apologize?] [When will this fight end? Isn’t this book a sweet childhood friends romance? Not sweet at all!] [Actually, there’s sugar in the glass shards. The male lead just threw away the gift from the female lead, then sheepishly picked it back up and wiped it clean. The male lead really has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.]

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My husband took me and his childhood sweetheart on a live-streamed exploration of an abandoned mental asylum. Halfway through, I felt a shadow following us. Just as I was about to warn them, the writhing shadow dragged me into the darkness. No matter how I screamed and struggled, it was useless. My husband made no move to save me. Watching the viewer count skyrocket, he smiled happily at his childhood sweetheart, Sophie. “Great! After this stream, my media company will be saved!” 1 Netizens were discussing fervently in the live chat. “Eighty years ago, the staff at this asylum suddenly went mad and disappeared with the patients. Could this shadow be their residual spirits?” “Bold to stream in such a creepy place. I think this woman is doomed.” “What a miserable scream. I want to see how she is now.” I could confirm that the thing in front of me was definitely not a “residual spirit” as the netizens claimed. It was a deformed beggar. The beggar, whose bones were twisted, could only crawl on the ground. Covered in filth and lice from years of not bathing. I had unintentionally intruded on his territory during the stream, and he suddenly attacked, tearing at my clothes in a frenzy. Meanwhile, my husband, Julian, stood by and watched, leaving me to face him alone. At that moment, I felt that death would be a relief. I don’t know how long passed before I felt the person leave me. Through the haze, I heard Sophie’s voice, “Don’t worry, I’ve driven away the spirit. You’re safe now.” I opened my eyes slightly to see Julian pointing the camera right at me. My clothes were torn to shreds, and he was exposing me, naked and vulnerable, to the public. Ignoring my head shaking in protest, he pushed further, zooming in for close-ups. The bite marks on my collarbone, the bruises on my waist, the purple marks on my thighs—all were laid bare for everyone to see… At this moment, viewers flooded the stream, and the view count hit its peak. People commented on my broken body, discussing whether I would survive the day. My heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of ants. I never expected that agreeing to be a guest on Julian’s stream would lead to this disaster. A metallic taste rose in my throat. I couldn’t hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood, losing consciousness amidst a deafening ringing in my ears. “Look, she’s dying.” “She asked for it. Serves her right!” Netizens chatted excitedly, but they didn’t see my final outcome. Julian turned off the stream just in time. 2 Dying, I was sent to the hospital by Julian, blood gushing from my wounds. I had lost too much blood and developed sepsis from infection. The doctors performed an emergency total blood transfusion and used the highest grade of antibiotics to snatch me back from the jaws of death. It took a week for me to wake up, my body aching as if I had been dismembered. I looked at Julian with resentment, wanting to speak, but my voice choked, and tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. Julian hugged me lovingly, whispering in my ear: “Honey, thank you for your sacrifice.” “Our horror stream is viral now. So many advertisers are begging me for spots!” “I’m going to make Rolling Stone Media the top media company in North City. I’m going to make so much money and become the richest man here.” “I want to prove to your parents that marrying me was the right choice.” For years, Julian had held a grudge. He wasn’t the son-in-law my parents wanted. Compared to my other potential suitors, he was poor and lacked connections. My parents tried their best to stop us from marrying, but I chose him and broke ties with my family for it. Rolling Stone Media was my wedding gift to Julian, hoping he would grow the company. Initially, it did well, but as competition grew and netizen tastes became pickier, operations became difficult. Recently, several top influencers left, and the company was struggling to pay salaries. Julian had been depressed lately, sighing as soon as he got home. Seeing him sleepless night after night, my heart ached. So when he suggested a new path—horror live streaming—and invited me as a guest, I agreed without hesitation. I hoped to share his burden, not expecting to push myself into a dead end. “Did you call the police later? Was the person who hurt me punished?” I suddenly pushed Julian away. His expression was awkward, his eyes dodging. The answer was obvious. “Why did I help you sincerely, only for you to harm me like this!” “If you won’t call the police, I will.” I reached for the phone on the table, but Julian panicked and tried to stop me. In the struggle, the phone fell to the floor, screen lighting up with a news notification. “Super popular fairy Sophie’s next step: exploring the sunken ship in the East Suburbs. Netizens are eagerly awaiting.” I picked up the phone, unlocked it, and saw news of Sophie’s stream floating on the homepages of major portals. Julian had tasted success and continued to fake supernatural events, keeping popularity high. During my seven-day coma, Sophie continued horror streaming as he requested. Each time following the pattern: evil spirit harms someone, she arrives in time to drive it away and save them. Due to the public’s curiosity, her followers grew exponentially, and she became a top influencer. Now I finally understood why Julian wouldn’t call the police. He sacrificed me to build Sophie’s “fairy” persona. If I called the police and revealed that a human, not a spirit, harmed me, Sophie’s persona would collapse. 3 “You owe me so much just to make Sophie famous. Do you have a conscience?” I gritted my teeth. Julian frowned and explained, “That day was an accident, but the effect was surprisingly good.” “You know the company’s top streamers left. I urgently need to promote new talent.” “With my childhood bond with Sophie, she’ll stay and make money for me obediently after getting famous.” “I did this for the company, and for our future!” No matter how Julian spun it, I knew his relationship with Sophie was more than just childhood friends. I hated Sophie and didn’t want her entangled with Julian forever. She was Julian’s neighbor back home. She failed her college entrance exams this year and was idling at home. My mother-in-law bragged in their hometown that her son was a big boss and could definitely arrange a good job for her. After Sophie came to North City, Julian moved her into our home. Though reluctant, I endured it for Julian’s sake. But one night, Julian was missing from my side. Feeling uneasy, I went to the guest room and heard rustling sounds. Opening the door, I saw them lying in the same bed. Sophie had a sweet smile, eyes closed, while Julian patted her, telling a story. “Shameless!” I couldn’t control my temper and scolded them. Sophie hid under the covers, scared. Julian panicked, “Honey, don’t overthink it. Sophie and I have shared a bed since we were kids. She’s afraid of the dark, I always comforted her to sleep like this.” “Is childhood the same as adulthood? You’re adults, don’t you understand boundaries?” I retorted. Sophie cried pitifully with her head down, and Julian’s face was iron-blue, silent. Sophie left the next day, but I accidentally found her luggage in Julian’s office cubicle. Before I could get angry, Julian preempted, “Sophie just started working and can’t afford rent. You disliked her living at home, so let her stay here temporarily.” “It’s our hometown custom to help fellow villagers.” “Don’t look down on her now. When she succeeds, we might need her help.” Julian had now turned Sophie into the company’s cash cow; they would be inseparable. I wasn’t naive enough to believe Julian’s nonsense. Everyone saw the ambiguity between them. Even if it destroyed the company, I would get justice for myself. I wouldn’t let others benefit from my suffering. 4 Just as I was about to dial the police, the ward door was pushed open. Sophie walked in smiling, asking with concern, “Sister Sarah, how is your recovery?” “Netizens are worried about you. Let everyone take a good look.” Today Sophie was making a recap episode, visiting those she “saved” to see if they recovered. With that, she reached out and started tugging at my clothes, increasing force to unbutton my shirt. The nightmare of that day and the humiliation of being exposed naked to the public flooded my mind. My body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Get out!” I shouted with a sob, throwing a pillow at Sophie. Seeing the situation deteriorating, Julian quickly separated us. Afraid I would reveal the truth in my agitation, he pushed Sophie to leave quickly. Sophie looked wronged, and netizens flooded the chat defending her. “Truly a story of the farmer and the snake. This person is so ungrateful.” “The fairy shouldn’t have saved her. Let her rot.” “Maybe she was scared stupid and is now mentally unstable.” Julian persuaded Sophie out. I saw my phone, broken in two, near the trash can. Julian must have stepped on it while I was arguing with Sophie. Soon, Julian returned to tell me he had processed my discharge. He would take me home to rest and buy me cakes from my favorite bakery on the way. Everything he did was to distract me, calm me down, and make me forget about calling the police. I was still weak. Fighting him head-on would yield no benefits. I silently followed him home, waiting for an opportunity. But as soon as we entered, choking smoke made my eyes water. Black smoke filled the room. My mother-in-law had come from the hometown at some point and was burning my clothes in a brazier. “Mom, what are you doing?” Julian thought he had just appeased me, only for his mom to start trouble. His tone was impatient. My mother-in-law stood up, hands on hips, glaring at me. “Don’t think I don’t go online. I saw it on Grape Video. You’re a jinx.” “You went to that creepy asylum for no reason and got attacked. Now you look crazy. Stay away from my son, don’t bring him bad luck.” She pulled Julian to her side. “From today on, you must sleep separately. Just to be safe, you sleep in the guest room with me. I’ll supervise you.” My face fell completely. Julian explained helplessly, “Mom, can you stop adding to the chaos?” “The content you saw was artistically processed. Sarah is fine, nothing happened. Stop worrying blindly.” She didn’t believe it, relentless: “You’ve always been loyal and righteous since childhood. You stick by her even when she’s like that. Don’t lie to me. I’ll be the bad guy.” Julian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. Sophie’s crying voice came through. “Julian, after leaving the hospital, I went to visit the actor from the East Suburbs tomb exploration. But he suddenly confessed to me. When I refused, he grabbed my hand and won’t let me go. What should I do?!” “Outrageous! I’m coming right away,” Julian said anxiously. He hung up and turned to me: “Don’t mind Mom. I’ll buy you better, more expensive clothes later.” Then to his mom: “Mom, stop it. What you said is baseless. I’ll explain when I get back.” My mother-in-law smiled, “Sophie’s matter is important. Go help her!” Julian left me there and went alone.

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My husband, the lead surgeon, insisted on having his intern—his childhood sweetheart—assist him during a heart transplant surgery. Just because I scolded her for wearing jeweled acrylic nails in the operating room. My husband abandoned the patient, chest cavity open, and ran out of the OR to comfort his sobbing sweetheart. I begged him to come back and finish the surgery, but he said: “Chloe is upset. Can you not make a scene right now? The surgery can wait. Is a little delay more important than Chloe’s feelings?” In the end, the patient was left exposed on the operating table for forty minutes and died in agony. Later, we found out the patient was the highly respected mayor of our city. My husband and his sweetheart pushed the blame for this medical malpractice onto me: “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the OR and driven us out, the mayor wouldn’t have bled to death! This is all your fault!” I couldn’t defend myself. I was sentenced to life in prison and died there after enduring endless torment. Meanwhile, my husband and his childhood sweetheart walked down the aisle and became the youngest hospital director and vice director in history. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the mayor was having surgery in our hospital. 1 “Dr. Reed, Liam is the lead surgeon. He said I could wear nails during surgery. What right do you, an assistant doctor, have to tell me what to do?” Hearing the familiar arrogant voice, I instinctively opened my eyes and saw Chloe standing before me, looking haughty. I scanned the surroundings. A heart transplant surgery was underway. To ensure sterility, everyone was fully covered. Except for Chloe. Not only were her hands adorned with rhinestones, but she wasn’t even wearing a mask. At this moment, I was sure I had been reborn. Reborn to the day the mayor had surgery in our hospital. In my past life, my husband, Liam, insisted on having his intern, Chloe, assist him during a heart transplant. But Chloe was clumsy. She handed him the wrong scalpel, ignored basic OR protocols, and almost dropped a rhinestone into the patient’s body. I couldn’t help but scold her, telling her she shouldn’t wear nails in surgery. She thought I was targeting her and stormed out in anger. Seeing this, Liam abandoned the patient, chest open, and chased after her. I begged him to return, but he said: “Chloe is upset. Can you not make a scene right now? The surgery can wait. Is a little delay more important than Chloe’s feelings?” The patient was left on the table for forty minutes and died a painful death. After finding out the patient was the mayor, Liam and Chloe blamed me for the incident: “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the OR and driven us out, the mayor wouldn’t have bled to death! This is all your fault!” I couldn’t defend myself. I was sentenced to life in prison and died in agony. Liam and Chloe got married and became the youngest hospital director and vice director in history. Snapping back to reality, I saw Liam frowning and scolding me. “Sarah, this is an operating table, not a place for your jealousy. I allowed her to wear the nails. Apologize to Chloe.” Looking at Chloe’s triumphant face, I suppressed my anger. “Why should I? Hospital rules forbid nails in the OR. I did nothing wrong.” Seeing I wouldn’t apologize, Chloe’s face darkened. “Sarah Reed, you’re just targeting me, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll leave.” With that, Chloe threw the scalpel onto the operating table. One of the blades nearly sliced the patient’s aorta. Anxious and angry, I picked up the scalpel, only to see Liam preparing to chase after her. I said sternly, “Liam, the patient’s chest is open. The transplant must be done immediately, or he’ll die.” “You’re a doctor. Are you going to watch your patient die?” Liam looked in the direction Chloe left, then at the patient on the table. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the scalpel again. I had just sighed in relief when Liam’s phone rang. It was Chloe. 2 Liam put it on speaker. Chloe’s angry voice came through. “If you don’t come comfort me right now, I’m going to be really mad.” Liam patiently soothed her: “Chloe, I’ll come find you right after the surgery.” Chloe huffed: “If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to abort the baby. You won’t be a father.” Hearing Chloe was pregnant, bitterness filled my mouth. In my past life, I thought Liam only got together with Chloe after I went to prison. I didn’t expect them to have hooked up long ago and even conceived a child. Before I could recover from the shock, I saw Liam rushing out of the OR. I grabbed him quickly. “Liam, you can’t leave. The patient’s surgery can’t be delayed.” Liam glared at me with fury: “Didn’t you hear Chloe say she’s going to abort the baby? If I don’t go now, it’ll be too late.” I frowned: “What about the patient?” Liam said indifferently: “I’ll be back as soon as I can. A few minutes won’t matter.” I looked at Liam in disbelief. A heart transplant is a race against time. Every minute delayed increases the danger. In my past life, the patient died because of the long delay. Thinking of this, I refused to let Liam leave. Seeing I wouldn’t let go, Liam was furious. “Sarah Reed, are you blocking me on purpose so Chloe aborts the baby?” Before I could explain, Liam pushed me hard. I lost my balance and fell, my back hitting the operating table heavily. I groaned in pain. Liam didn’t even look at me, turning and striding away. Seeing this, others in the OR helped me up. “Dr. Reed, are you okay? Dr. Black is too much. Defending Chloe usually is one thing, but hitting you for her?” “Exactly. I always thought there was something going on between them. Didn’t expect a baby.” I waved my hand: “Not the time for this. I’ll get Liam back.” Compared to Liam’s betrayal, the patient’s surgery was more important. This time, I absolutely couldn’t let the tragedy of my past life repeat itself. I chased him out of the OR, only to be surrounded by family members. “Doctor, how is the patient? Is the surgery successful?” I recognized them immediately as the mayor’s family. Before I could speak, the mayor’s elderly mother knelt before me. “Doctor, please, you must save my son. Please.” The mayor’s seven-month-pregnant wife also knelt, crying. “Doctor, I beg you too. They said only your hospital can perform this surgery. Please save my husband.” I quickly helped them up and promised solemnly: “Don’t worry, I will save him.” Seeing Liam was gone, I returned to the OR. Everyone gathered around, looking behind me. “Dr. Reed, where is Dr. Black?” I shook my head: “I didn’t catch him.” The anesthesiologist panicked. “The patient is under general anesthesia, chest open. If we don’t operate, when the anesthesia wears off, he’ll die of pain.” “Only Dr. Black can perform this surgery in the whole city. Even finding outside help is too late.” I took a deep breath: “I’ll do it. Liam and I were classmates. I can do what he can.” Everyone rejected the idea immediately. “Dr. Reed, you’re just an assistant doctor. According to hospital rules, you can’t perform surgery.” “How about this? Call Dr. Black and tell him to get back ASAP.” Seeing their insistence, I swallowed the words that Liam wouldn’t return. In front of them, I dialed Liam’s number. 3 As soon as the call connected, I spoke urgently. “Where are you? Come back immediately, we’re waiting for you to perform the surgery.” Liam’s voice was filled with anger: “Chloe is upset. Can you not make a scene right now?” “Pause the surgery. I’ll do it after I comfort Chloe.” With that, he hung up. Everyone looked at each other. The anesthesiologist cursed. “Such an important surgery. By the time he comes back, the patient will be dead.” “Dr. Reed, call him again. He must come back. If something happens to the patient, we’re all liable.” Seeing they wouldn’t give up, I called Liam again. “The patient is critical. Come back quickly.” Liam was impatient: “Heart transplants are risky. If he dies, it’s his bad luck.” I didn’t expect Liam to be so irresponsible. I questioned him: “If the patient dies and the family sues, can you bear the consequences?” Liam scoffed: “A powerless patient. If they dare make trouble, say they’re extorting money.” “Don’t call me again. Chloe wants strawberries. I’m going to buy her strawberries.” Looking at the hung-up phone, everyone was furious. “Buying strawberries for Chloe instead of saving a patient with an open chest? He’s not fit to be a doctor!” Just then, the anesthesiologist exclaimed. “Patient’s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate, he’s dead!” I stepped forward: “I’ll do it.” Seeing their hesitation, I said sternly: “Besides me, no one can operate on him now. Are you going to watch him die?” The anesthesiologist looked conflicted: “But it’s against regulations. Even if you save him, you’ll bear all the consequences.” I said calmly: “Whatever the consequences, I’ll take full responsibility.” “There’s no time. Please cooperate with me.” Everyone looked at each other and made up their minds. I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, removed the patient’s heart, and transplanted the donor heart. After suturing the blood vessels, I stared at the flat line on the monitor. Time passed second by second. Suddenly, a beat appeared on the monitor. When the heart rhythm stabilized, everyone cheered. “Dr. Reed, there’s a heartbeat! The surgery is successful!” I didn’t speak, focusing on closing the chest cavity. When the surgery was completely finished, I collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Only then did I realize my back was soaked with sweat. An hour later, the patient woke up. It was then that everyone realized he was the mayor. 4 In the ward, after checking the mayor post-op and confirming the transplant was successful, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The mayor looked at me with a smile: “I heard you performed the surgery. Thank you for your hard work.” “But I remember my lead surgeon was Dr. Black. Why isn’t he here? Did something happen?” Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Liam called. The mayor glanced at it: “It’s Dr. Black. Answer it here.” I put it on speaker. “Where are you? Come to Chloe’s house immediately.” “I’m doing post-op checks. The heart transplant was very successful.” Liam paused for a few seconds: “You did the surgery? This guy is tough. Chest open for forty minutes and still alive.” “Pity. I thought I could use his body for research.” Seeing the mayor’s face turn livid, I warned: “Liam, watch your words. We are doctors; saving lives is our duty.” Liam scoffed: “What’s the point of saving these ordinary people? Powerless and useless, living is a waste of resources.” “Their greatest use is for us to practice on and improve our skills.” Hearing such arrogant words, I gasped. The mayor’s face was terrifyingly dark. Liam didn’t know this and continued talking. “You upset Chloe just now and caused her fetal movement. I give you half an hour to come apologize.” “Oh, and Chloe wants your cooking. Buy groceries on the way.” Hearing Liam order me around like a servant, I laughed in anger. “The patient just finished surgery. I need to monitor him for complications.” Liam didn’t expect me to refuse and got angry: “Is his danger more important than Chloe not eating?” “The surgery is done. Even if he dies, it’s his fate.” “Don’t make me say it twice. Get over here!” Looking at the hung-up phone, I felt a chill in my heart. I never expected Liam to be such a person. Ordinary lives were worthless in his eyes. The mayor was equally furious: “Abandoning a patient on the table for a mistress. A person like Liam Black being a doctor is a disgrace to the medical field!” Agitated, the mayor started coughing. I quickly went to help him breathe easier: “Mayor, you just had a heart transplant. You can’t get angry.” The mayor calmed down: “You’re right. Such a person isn’t worth my anger.” “Since Liam Black thinks being a doctor makes him superior and doesn’t value ordinary lives, I’ll make sure he can’t be a doctor.” He looked at his assistant. “Pass my word. From today, revoke Liam Black’s medical license and ban him for life.”

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The day after my divorce and asset division, I got into a car accident and lost my memory. Later, Julian found me and said if I stopped acting crazy every day, remarrying was an option. I froze, ice cream spoon in my mouth, and after a long pause, I said: “I don’t think so! I… I… I’m actually fine with just taking the money.” 1 I woke up to see my best friend, Chloe, looking worried. She told me not to be sad. She said my body is my own, and even after a divorce, I have to live well. She said the kids wouldn’t suffer with Julian, and there was no need for me to fight a lawsuit I couldn’t win. I was stunned. After a long while, I couldn’t help but ask: “Who is Julian?” Chloe froze, looking blank. It took her a while to react and call the doctor. The doctor said I had amnesia from the accident. Chloe hurriedly asked how old I thought I was. I thought for a moment: “Eighteen! Didn’t I just finish my final exams yesterday?” Chloe burst out laughing, squatting on the floor clutching her stomach, pounding the bed with her fist. “Mia, you really… this amnesia is fantastic. Yes, you’re eighteen. Eighteen is great! No Julian, no kids… just the two of us…” I was even more confused. 2 Chloe took me home. Once she was sure my memory was unlikely to return, she briefed me on the situation. Me, Mia Clark. I fell in love in my freshman year with a poor boy named Julian Thorne. I dated Julian for ten years, from eighteen to twenty-eight. I supported his startup, ate cheap food with him, bore his children, and served his parents. Then this year, he fought a lawsuit to divorce me. “??? What?” I was shocked. What kind of melodramatic tragedy is this? After a long pause, I asked with a trembling voice: “So, you mean I served someone like a maid for ten years, and at twenty-eight, I was kicked out?” Chloe nodded: “Yes. You also have two children, a son who is six and a daughter who is four. But because you were a housewife with no earning capacity, and both kids chose their father, custody was awarded to Julian.” “…What??? My children that I raised so hard are gone…” Although I hadn’t experienced these memories, it sounded terrifying. I was almost scared to tears. Then Chloe laughed and patted my shoulder: “Don’t be too sad, at least you have money.” Tears swirling in my eyes, I asked tentatively: “How much?” Chloe sat up straight: “Mia, listen carefully. You got 20% of Julian’s assets, 10% shares in three listed companies, and two townhouses in Manhattan. It’s worth about three hundred million dollars.” “……” Silence. Contemplation. Then I asked tentatively: “Chloe, you wouldn’t lie to me, right?” “If I’m lying, I’m a dog.” That day, I stared dazedly at the sky outside the window. I forgot ten years of memories. I didn’t know how I spent those ten years. But Chloe said I was rich. And at eighteen, I loved money the most. So I figured this was pretty good. 3 Chloe took time off work to help me with various transfers over the next few days. I didn’t see the Julian Chloe talked about. He delegated lawyers for the divorce property division. After a busy month, Chloe helped me list all the properties under my name for rent. She calculated for me; the monthly rent would be around two hundred thousand dollars. That day, looking at the endless zeros in my bank account, I looked up at the mirror to see my twenty-eight-year-old self with exquisite makeup and hair. I scratched my head. Not bad. 4 I had nothing to do at home, but Chloe had to work. I spent every day at Chloe’s place playing video games. When Chloe ordered takeout for lunch, she ordered for me too. Chloe finished work very late. She came back half-dead at night, collapsing on the sofa. I dropped the game controller and massaged her shoulders. Maybe due to muscle memory, I was very good at it. Chloe rested enough and started lamenting: “Julian is a beast. You worked for him for free right after graduation. His mother was in poor health, and you had to massage her back after work.” “……” Chloe continued, pulling me and flicking my forehead: “Mia, you’re just too soft. When I wasn’t around, you let them bully you. Those people just bullied you because you were an orphan.” I rubbed my head, feeling aggrieved: “I don’t remember any of what you said! I only remember you.” Chloe stopped, then laughed: “Right! Don’t remember. It’s better not to remember. Just remember me. I won’t bully you.” I believed Chloe because we grew up together. We grew up in an orphanage. When we were very young, I followed Chloe around. She grabbed snacks for me and helped me wash clothes. Later, Chloe tutored me. She was a year older. When I was a senior in high school, she was a freshman in college, calling me every day to encourage me. She wanted me to go to the same university as her, but Chloe scored too high. I studied to death but couldn’t get into an Ivy League. The day the results came out, I hugged Chloe and cried. Chloe flicked my forehead: “Why cry? You scored great. What’s there to cry about?” She patted my head: “It’s already very good.” Later, I went to New York crying. 5 Chloe regretted it whenever she mentioned it. She said she shouldn’t have let me go to New York: “If you didn’t go to New York, you wouldn’t have met Julian. If you didn’t meet Julian…” I interrupted: “Then I wouldn’t have these three hundred million.” Chloe put her hands on her hips: “Is money more important or your ten years?” I tried to guess the correct answer: “Money?” Chloe looked at me like iron that failed to become steel: “You are important. If you’re unhappy, no amount of money is useful. Luckily you lost your memory. Otherwise, if you did something foolish, what use is money?” “Hmm… buy me a good cemetery plot…” Chloe laughed angrily: “Get lost!” “……” Chloe was always amazing, and she still is. She’s a general manager at a multinational company, earning about sixty thousand a month. But she was busy, sometimes traveling for business, and worried about leaving me alone. So she took me with her. Later, she figured since she was taking me everywhere anyway, why spend her own money? She hired me into her company as her assistant. I knew this! I’ve read dozens of “CEO falls in love with the little assistant” novels in the past few months. On the first day, I wore a pencil skirt and went to work full of confidence. I made her coffee, organized materials, running back and forth. I looked very hardworking. Later, she laughed and told me to stop running, giving me a spreadsheet: “Let Anna guide you. Do this. Learn slowly, no rush.” “Okay, okay.” And so, I officially started working. 6 I followed Chloe to work and back every day. I didn’t have much to do and got off early. Chloe couldn’t; she had a lot of work. I always waited for her in the lounge. Later, watching me take online courses on my phone, Chloe suddenly remembered and asked seriously: “Mia, do you want to study?” “…I do.” I lost my memory and didn’t know much about work, starting from zero. It was disappointing when I couldn’t do things well. Chloe was my goal when we were young, and she still is. I wanted to handle everything with ease like Chloe. So cool. Later, Chloe signed me up for a course. Every day after work, I drove to class. A systematic project management course, mixed with various office software applications. I filled two notebooks before realizing, oh, so that’s how it is. After finishing the course, Chloe sent me to study accounting. I studied for a year and was enlightened. So that’s how it works. Work started to become handy.

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I chased after Julian Thorne for ten years. He deeply despised me, never giving me a kind look. Until I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He finally started to care about me, even planning a grand proposal. Just when I thought my suffering was over and happiness had arrived. He placed an organ donation agreement in front of me. “Since you don’t have long to live anyway, why not give your heart to Claire?” He coaxed me in a low voice. Julian Thorne would never know. On this very day, I discovered my cancer diagnosis was a mistake. I accepted a job offer from across the ocean and finally decided to leave him. 1 When I walked out of the hospital, I was still running a high fever, feeling dazed. Julian’s call came through. “Where are you? Didn’t I tell you Claire has a heart condition and can’t be left alone?” I blinked, and two lines of tears ran down my face, my heart aching as if pierced by a knife. I wanted to say, be nicer to me, Julian, I have terminal cancer, I’m dying soon. But I knew, in Julian’s eyes, I was just a desperate admirer who had persisted for ten years. He only cared about Claire, his first love with the heart condition. “I’m coming right away, don’t be angry.” In the last moments of my life, I still cared about him, not wanting to upset him. When I arrived at Claire’s house, I was soaked, clothes clinging to my body. Claire sneezed. Julian’s disgusted gaze swept over me. “You brought all this dampness inside. Claire can’t handle this.” I bent down, hiding the terminal cancer diagnosis deeper in my bag, my heart twisting in pain. “I know.” I wiped away a tear. Claire and Julian were playing the piano, a duet. Watching their intimate figures from behind, I had never felt so superfluous. “Wen, can you go upstairs and get a painting for me?” Claire turned her face and smiled at me. When she had this expression, nothing good ever happened. Last time, she drove a shard of a broken wine glass into my palm, then complained to Julian that I was too careless. The time before that, she added crushed peanuts to my food, sending me into anaphylactic shock. My shoulders trembled. “Hurry up, why are you so slow?” Julian sneered, his cold gaze landing on me. Sure enough, while carrying the painting downstairs, Claire let go without warning. I tumbled down the stairs like a ball, landing amidst shattered glass, my entire back riddled with wounds. Claire gasped, as if she wasn’t the one who pushed me. “I really liked that painting!” She started crying pitifully. Julian picked up the painting from the floor, not even thinking to help me up. “It’s all your fault, clumsy idiot. I can’t believe you can do anything right!” He sneered, kicking my leg. But when Claire made mistakes, he didn’t say that. Last time I had food poisoning, he told Claire, “It’s okay, Wen is tough, she won’t die that easily.” But I was really dying. I stood up with difficulty, barely able to stand due to the high fever and blood loss. A flicker of pity crossed Julian’s brow, and he reached out a hand as if to support me. “My heart feels a bit uncomfortable.” Claire clutched her chest, instantly drawing all of Julian’s attention. “Stop pretending. If you’re hurt, go treat it. Standing here, do you want me to feel sorry for you?” Julian scolded me. I turned around and saw my music composition on Claire’s desk. But this was something I prepared for a competition, never shown to anyone. “Where did you find this?” I snatched the score back, protecting it tightly in my arms. Julian snatched it back from me without hesitation. “Claire is having a piano recital soon, she needs a piece.” I understood instantly. Only Julian had the key to my house. When I shyly played this piece for him to express my love, was he moved by me, or rejoicing for Claire? My tears flowed like a fountain. Then I suddenly remembered, I have terminal cancer, no more chances. These are all worldly possessions, let Claire have them all, I don’t care anymore. The smile on my lips provoked Julian. He sternly questioned why I was so petty. Behind him, Claire’s mocking and triumphant gaze fell on me. Overwhelmed by the shock, my knees gave way, and I fainted, losing consciousness. 2 When I woke up, I was alone in the hospital. The bag containing the diagnosis had not even been opened. I slowly got up and thanked the nurse for treating my wounds. “The gentleman who brought you here did it for you.” The nurse looked at me in surprise. Julian… When Claire was sick, he would stay up all night with her, but he had never done this for me. Does this mean he cares about me, even just a little bit? My phone rang; it was the bakery owner reminding me that the cake I ordered for Julian days ago was ready. I remembered today was his twenty-seventh birthday. Ten years ago, I met him for the first time. My parents were employees of the Thorne family and died in a work accident. Old Mr. Thorne felt sorry for me and adopted me. Back then, I couldn’t sleep at night, crying constantly. It was Julian who knocked on my door and fed me ice cream. He used to be very good to me, until he realized I liked him, then he became suddenly cold. “Being liked by someone poor and lowly like you is a humiliation to me.” He told me bluntly that we were not from the same world, not to mistake pity for love. The next day, he brought Claire back. I pulled myself out of the memories, exhausted, and went to pick up the cake. This might be the last birthday I spend with him. No matter what, I hope he is happy. Julian’s birthday party was lively; all his friends were there. Standing at the door, I heard them teasing. “The bootlicker didn’t show up this year. Did she finally give up?” Another person sneered. “Wen? She’s more loyal than a dog. Ten years, and we can’t drive her away.” Julian let them talk about me. Then I felt my blood run cold as I heard Julian’s voice. “Ten years ago we made a bet, to see how long she’d last with my cold treatment. Turns out she’s still here today.” The room filled with their laughter. As I turned to leave, Claire spotted me. Her playful gaze landed on me. “You’re here, why not come in? Finally realized you’re not worthy?” My tears hadn’t dried yet as I looked at her. “At least I’m not vicious.” Despite saying that, I uncomfortably hid the hand holding the cake behind my back. The ten-layer cake Claire ordered for him was too expensive, making mine look laughable. “Sister-in-law is here!” As Claire walked ahead, everyone stood up. Julian frowned and scolded everyone not to talk nonsense, but let Claire sit beside him. “Brother Julian is still hiding it from us, but Auntie already told us about the engagement between you and Sister-in-law.” Everyone’s eyes drifted over me casually. I straightened my back, raised my glass, smiling more painfully than crying. “Then congratulations to you both.” I downed the drink in one gulp. “Are you crazy?” Julian grabbed my hand, looking tense. So he remembered I was allergic to alcohol. But last time I had a conflict with Claire, he forced me to drink as an apology until I got alcohol poisoning. His bad treatment always outweighed the good, making me feel that even death was a relief. “Julian.” Claire called him softly. Julian turned around quickly, no longer paying any attention to me. After the cake, everyone clamored for Julian to open gifts. His friends were all rich heirs; I was out of place among them. When he opened mine, Julian’s gaze grew serious. It was a jade bracelet. Not the best quality, but it was the only relic my mother left me. I once told Julian that if I were to die, I would give him the bracelet. “What are you playing at? Faking illness, playing hard to get, I really underestimated your tactics.” He suddenly flew into a rage. Yes, in his eyes, I was just faking it. I wiped my tears. “I won’t be able to stay by your side anymore. I wish you and Claire happiness forever.” Even if the future no longer includes me. Julian turned away suppressing his anger, as if looking at me dirtied his eyes. “Don’t be angry.” Claire tugged at his sleeve and held out her hand. “I think the bracelet is very beautiful. Can I have it?” Julian lowered his head and put it on her. Claire gave me a provocative smile. She mouthed three words to me— “You’re not worthy.” Sitting in the corner, my love for Julian shattered piece by piece in that moment. My phone rang. It was an email from Cole. “Wen, I opened a music studio in the States. Would you consider being my partner?” My hands trembled slightly. “What are you looking at?” Perhaps noticing my odd behavior, Julian leaned over to look at my phone screen. I quickly switched screens. His eyes darkened, and then, he saw my Taobao shopping cart. Inside lay an expensive ring, dazzlingly bright. “Stop pretending. Saying you bless Claire and me, but in your heart, you’re still delusional about marrying me.” His lips curled into a mocking arc. Everyone around laughed, saying I was daydreaming, a toad wanting to eat swan meat. Expressionless, I turned off my phone screen. “Whatever you say.” I didn’t care anymore. 3 If only I had received the email earlier. Before I was diagnosed with cancer, I would have accepted with joy, taking the chance to leave Julian forever. I realized then that the thought of leaving him had long been in my heart. But it was impossible now; I had no future. When I got home, I took off the safety charm I had worn for ten years. It was what Julian prayed for when I was seriously ill at 17. One for him, one for me. The charm was useless. Loving Julian persistently was useless too. Mrs. Thorne suddenly messaged me, asking me to go to the old mansion. I owed the Thorne family, so I never refused her. When I arrived, Julian was sulking with his family, turning his face away from me. Seeing me, Mrs. Thorne smiled. “Just in time. I heard today that rumors are spreading about Julian and Claire being engaged.” Mrs. Thorne frowned. “I don’t like that girl. She has heart disease, poor health, and acts too delicate.” She liked me, never because of my character or talent. Only because I was healthy, obedient, docile, and loved Julian wholeheartedly. “I called you here today to discuss your marriage.” Julian crossed his arms and snorted coldly. “Is she worthy? Mom, are you confused? Aren’t you all about social status?” He pushed me. “Wen, what potion did you give her? You’re so unscrupulous!” I met his gaze calmly. “Let go of me.” Julian was stunned. In ten years, I had never spoken to him in that tone. “I’m sorry, Auntie. We’re not suitable. It can’t be forced.” Julian froze. “Wen, you…” I took the diagnosis out of my bag. “Three days ago, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctor said I have less than a year left.” Julian collapsed. Like a cooked noodle, unable to support his own body. He snatched the diagnosis from my hand, reading it over and over. “We’ll see a doctor. It can be cured, it must be curable.” Julian’s hands trembled as he leaned on my shoulder. I felt a dampness. “It can’t be cured! Do you know what terminal cancer is? I can’t live anymore. I won’t pester you again. You happy now?” I pushed him away, wiped my eyes, and cried out loud. Julian’s phone rang incessantly. It was Claire. “What do I do? My condition worsened. The doctor says I need a healthy heart donor ASAP.” On the other end, Claire cried pitifully. “I’ll go to the hospital to accompany her first. She needs me. Once her matter is resolved, I’ll take you to the doctor.” My heart, just warmed up, went cold again. “When it’s resolved, bring her to burn incense on my grave.” I sneered. Every time it was like this. Every time, Claire’s needs were several priorities higher than mine. I had learned not to expect anything. Shortly after Julian left, Claire posted a Moment. Afraid I wouldn’t see it, she specifically tagged me. Every photo featured Julian running errands for her, feeding her, helping her with injections. I commented on it. “He’s a scumbag, you’re cheap. A match made in heaven.” Since I won’t live long anyway, might as well offend everyone. 4 Three days later, Julian called me. “Come to the beach where we first met, okay?” Julian was once kidnapped on that very beach. After getting the money, the kidnappers threw him into the sea. I jumped in and saved him. He had stopped breathing. I performed CPR on him over and over. The first thing he did upon waking was push me away violently. “Why is it you? Where’s Claire?” Recalling the past, I laughed at myself. My heart instinctively tightened. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. The beach was calm. Julian stood before me holding a bouquet, looking handsome. A grand and solemn proposal scene, yet I arrived sweaty, without even lipstick. Even though I told him a hundred times. “When you propose to me, you must tell me in advance. For the most important moment in life, I want to be prepared, pretty and exquisite.” People who don’t love me just can’t remember a word I say. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been so cold to you before. Please give me another chance to treat you well for the rest of my life, okay?” Julian knelt on one knee before me. He opened the ring box. Inside was the ring I once added to my shopping cart. So he remembered. Maybe because it was too dazzling, my dead heart stirred a little. I covered my face, trying hard not to cry out loud. Such a solemn ritual finally sparked some of my pink fantasies. This was the scene I had been anticipating since ten years ago. Just as I was about to take the flowers from Julian, Claire shouted— “Don’t!” Forgetting her heart disease, she ran over recklessly and knelt before me. “Please don’t guilt-trip him morally. I know your terminal cancer is pitiful, but he has no obligation to be with you…” Julian frowned, a flash of surprise in his eyes. “Claire, get up. I’m doing this voluntarily. Wen didn’t force me.” I crossed my arms, watching their love-hate drama. I hadn’t intended to agree, but feeling rebellious now, I quickly took the ring from Julian. Since Claire opposed me at every turn, I’d spite her to death! Seeing me accept, Julian breathed a sigh of relief. He held my hand with one hand and Claire’s with the other. “The three of us have been best friends for ten years.” He looked at me with earnest eyes. “Wen, after we marry, sign a body donation agreement, okay? Since you don’t have long to live anyway, and Claire needs a heart.” So that was it. My heart went cold instantly. I understood everything. How pathetic. I wasn’t even sad anymore. Perhaps I was used to Julian’s bias. Claire looked at me with an expression that said it was only natural. I shook off their hands. “Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about me.” I stood up straight. “But this heart of mine, even if I throw it on the street for dogs to eat, I won’t give it to Claire.” I sneered and turned to leave. Julian hugged my waist. “Wen, don’t be impulsive. I love you!” After ten years, I finally heard love from his lips. Sadly, I no longer coveted it. A text message arrived. I opened it. It was from the hospital. “Sorry, we mixed up your medical records with another lady of the same name. You are in good health.” I was overwhelmed by sheer joy. Only after losing it once did I realize that love is far less important than life. I quickly replied to Cole’s email and booked a flight for tonight. I accepted his job offer. Panic flashed in Julian’s eyes. Before losing something, people often have a premonition. I said nothing to him, just hugged him. “Honey, I accept your proposal. Go prepare the wedding.” “I have some matters to handle abroad. Don’t worry, I’ll be back on time before the wedding.” I lied to him. I would never come back. But he had embarrassed and humiliated me so much. I wanted him to wait at a wedding for one, for a bride who would never come. This was my final revenge on him.

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My “white lotus” aunt played the victim, forcing my mother out, thinking she could marry into wealth. But I, with wide, innocent eyes, asked my grandmother: “Aunt Chloe said I’m a ‘money-loser’ and she’ll give me a little brother to be my ‘backer.’ Grandma, what does ‘money-loser’ mean?” Grandma’s face darkened instantly: “It means a fool like her who destroys other people’s families.” “You are not a money-loser; you are Grandma’s precious treasure.” I leaned into Grandma’s arms, a slow smile curving my lips. In my past life, she exploited my softness and youth. After marrying my father, she conspired with her lover to boil me alive in a cauldron. This time, let’s see what she has to fight me with. 1 From the moment I was born, Grandma designated me as the sole heir to the Feng family fortune. Even my father was instructed to return the company to me when I turned eighteen. This was because my maternal grandmother and Grandma were childhood best friends. My maternal grandmother even sacrificed her life to save Grandma. To repay this debt, Grandma demanded my father marry my mother. But my father, wild and free-spirited, broke my mother’s heart. Disappointed in her son, Grandma decided to leave everything to me. After my mother left, my father finally came to his senses, but he could never find her again. To make up for the maternal love I lost, my father invited my mother’s “good sister,” Aunt Chloe, into our home. Aunt Chloe treated me extremely well, always caring for me. When kids bullied me for having no mother, she scolded them fiercely, demanding they apologize. Young and starved for motherly love, I was deeply moved. I even begged my father to let Aunt Chloe be my mother. For my sake, my father agreed. Privately, he demanded Aunt Chloe undergo sterilization, ensuring I would be his only child. She agreed on the surface but faked a medical report claiming she was naturally infertile. She then tried everything to seduce my father. Until I caught her taking folic acid. Aunt Chloe cried to me: “Auntie has a stomachache and needs medicine to get better. Can you keep this secret from Daddy and Grandma?” I nodded, but later overheard her phone call with a man: “That brat saw me taking folic acid. We need to get rid of her immediately.” “A money-loser dares to compete with the son in my belly for the inheritance? Delusional!” Shocked, I tried to run but was pushed off the third-floor balcony. I survived but suffered brain damage, becoming intellectually disabled. To avoid blame, she pretended to fall while trying to save me, bleeding profusely. She cried, claiming she didn’t know she was pregnant and that losing the baby hurt less than failing to save me. My father, blind to her schemes, believed her. Only Grandma suspected something was wrong and wanted to take me abroad for treatment. But Chloe whispered to me that Grandma was an old witch who wanted to eat me to extend her own life. 2 Young and brain-damaged, I couldn’t distinguish truth from lies. I screamed in terror whenever I saw Grandma. Seeing this, Chloe knelt before my father: “I am willing to care for Jane for the rest of my life. I will even have another child to be Jane’s crutch, to care for her forever.” Tearfully, she offered to sign a prenup renouncing all claims to the property. Chloe was a master of disguise, treating me well for years. But two years after giving birth to a son, she tricked me into going abroad under the guise of visiting a spa. There, she and her lover boiled me alive. I was cooked until my flesh separated from my bones, unrecognizable. Grandma died of a heart attack upon hearing the news. My father investigated, but Chloe had covered her tracks. It wasn’t until my father declared he would donate all his assets to charity upon his death that she revealed her true colors, attempting to kill him. But my father was prepared. He tortured her to death, avenging me. Watching my father surrender to the police, I cried uncontrollably. I thought that was the end, but I opened my eyes to find myself back before it all happened. Grandma’s voice was icy: “You claimed to love Jane and would care for her forever, yet now she lies in the hospital, life uncertain! You must give me an explanation!” The familiar voice made me tremble. I opened my eyes to see Chloe kneeling before Grandma, weeping: “Madam, it’s all my fault. I was negligent. I didn’t know I was pregnant. I felt dizzy and missed the chance to grab Jane.” “I don’t dare ask for forgiveness, but please let me see Jane again.” Grandma looked at her impatiently: “Jane survived a great disaster. Why should a jinx like you see her?” “Didn’t you claim you couldn’t get pregnant? How did you conceive now? Is it some wild seed?” The scene awakened my memories. This was the day Chloe pushed me off the balcony. Originally, Grandma wanted to banish Chloe abroad. But when I woke up, remembering only her kindness, I cried and screamed for Aunt Chloe. Remembering what followed, I looked at Grandma with innocent, confused eyes: “Who are you?” Chloe tensed upon hearing me speak, fearing I’d reveal the truth. But realizing my vacant stare and stutter, a bold idea formed in her mind. She squeezed out tears and rushed to my bed: “Jane! It’s me! I’m your Aunt Chloe, don’t you remember?” I looked at her puzzled, silent. 3 Just as Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, I spoke clearly: “Of course I remember you—” Chloe froze, trembling, forcing a bitter smile. Grandma glared at her, then turned to me gently: “Jane, the window is so high. Do you remember how you fell?” Sweat beaded on Chloe’s forehead; she shook like a leaf. I pretended to think, and just as Chloe was about to bolt, I said: “I don’t remember. I only know Aunt Chloe tried hard to catch me. I saw her fall and bleed. Boohoo, will Aunt Chloe die?” Chloe relaxed instantly, crying fake tears: “Even if I die for Jane, it doesn’t matter. I only wish for Jane’s health and happiness.” In my past life, I only cared about Chloe and screamed at Grandma to go away. Grandma was hurt but hid in the shadows for my sake. This time, I didn’t hurt Grandma. Instead, I hugged her tightly. Watching Chloe’s performance, I scoffed internally. Exposing her directly was too boring. Lifting her high only to let her fall hard was the cruelest punishment. I wanted to see who was the better player. My father, negotiating a billion-dollar deal abroad, finally arrived by private jet. Seeing me lying weak in bed, he turned furiously to Chloe: “I just left this morning. How did Jane get hurt like this in less than five hours?” Chloe clutched her stomach, feigning weakness: “It was my negligence. I felt dizzy when I reached out to save Jane.” She looked at my father expectantly, hoping he’d ask about her dizziness. 4 But my father frowned deeply: “You said you were capable of caring for Jane, so I let you live in the villa. Now you can’t even hold a five-year-old? Should Jane take care of you instead?” Chloe looked hurt: “Listen to me, the doctor said I’m pre—” My father raised his hand, glaring at her: “You swore if Jane was hurt a little, you’d be hurt ten times more.” Chloe turned pale: “Listen to m—Ah!” Before she could finish, my father’s female secretary slapped her to the ground. Chloe was shocked: “Why did you hit me?!” She looked pitifully at my father, but he ignored her. His eyes were only on me, red with heartache. The secretary, who had secretly loved my father for ten years, had long wanted to deal with Chloe. This was clearly my father’s order. Slap after slap rained down on Chloe until her beautiful face was swollen. Sharp nails left cat-like scratches. My father glanced coldly at Chloe: “This is a lesson. Next time, you won’t need to stay in this world.” Chloe trembled, remembering my father was a dominant figure in the gray zone. She seemed to be the only woman close to him, but she was just a high-class nanny for me. Hurting me was her biggest failure. My father checked my bruises and sighed in relief, unaware I had become a “fool.” Chloe thought the slaps were punishment for my injury, unaware it was just an appetizer.

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