On a variety show, the host randomly checked the seventh photo in the guests’ phones. I displayed the Rolls-Royce my brother, Payton, just picked up. But the “innocent” white lotus (a term for someone who pretends to be pure and innocent but is actually manipulative) got teary-eyed: “Sis, you can target me usually, but can you please not mooch off my boyfriend’s car for clout?” I was stunned: “How come I didn’t know my brother had a girlfriend?” The white lotus cried as she called Payton: “Hubby, I’m being bullied…” There was a pause on the other end, then Payton’s voice became very serious: “Who? Where? I’m flying back to the States right now to find you.” I was dumbfounded. The internet exploded: [I knew Quinn Qin was clout-chasing again!] [Didn’t see that coming, CEO Pei isn’t someone she can leech off!] [CEO Pei is so sweet! You guys get married right now! Piss off Quinn Qin!] No, seriously, I just didn’t know when my brother secretly started dating my arch-nemesis! 1 My dumbfounded expression was quickly turned into a meme and trended on Twitter. [Hahaha, Quinn Qin didn’t think Sherry was joking with her, did she? Did she really think Sherry loves clout-chasing as much as she does?] [Is CEO Pei someone she can leech off? Dying of laughter, this meme is my contender for meme of the year!] [Hahahaha, so satisfying to watch! I love seeing this poser get slapped in the face by Sherry!] The livestream comments were going crazy. I immediately ran out of the livestream room to the lounge. [Too ashamed to face anyone?] [ seeing her suffer makes me so happy] I closed the lounge door and called Payton immediately. His voice sounded a bit anxious: “Sis, I have something urgent, talk later.” “Let me guess, is your girlfriend being bullied?” Payton froze: “Sis, how did you know?” “Are you crazy, dating that kind of woman!” “Sis, you don’t know, she’s the most special girl I’ve met in my twenty-five years.” I almost suffocated: “She’s an actress! What can’t she act out? Let me tell you, I know exactly what kind of person Sherry Song is. Break up with her immediately!” “She’s not acting!” Payton was righteous: “Even when she’s drunk, she says she loves me!” I felt a blockage in my chest: “What’s so hard about that? I can act that out too. I love you, I love you, I love you!” “Are you crazy? What kind of fit are you throwing!” Payton got goosebumps and hung up directly. I turned around angrily, only to find someone standing at the lounge door. Sherry covered her mouth with one hand, holding her phone in the other, looking extremely innocent: “Sister, sorry, I didn’t know you were in here too.” I sneered: “How do I remember you staring at me entering this room just now?” “Sister, you…” Sherry’s eyes turned red instantly. The comments went crazy: [Ahhh, you psycho, stay away from Sherry!] [Hate this poser the most, bad movies and bad person. Clearly she tried to leech off Sherry’s boyfriend first!] I had no interest in this catfight game and turned to leave. But unexpectedly, just after touching up my makeup, the trending search exploded again. I clicked it open; it was the three-second video of me “confessing” to Payton. Trending Topic: #Payton: Are you crazy? What kind of fit are you throwing? #Quinn Qin attempts to be the other woman, scolded as a psycho by Payton My vision went black. 2 The lounge’s soundproofing and privacy settings were excellent. The only one who could have filmed me was Sherry, who opened the door at the end. That video started recording exactly when I was “confessing.” It looked like I was crazily saying “I love you” to Payton, and then being shunned by him. Thinking of this, I proactively found Sherry and showed her that three-second video: “You secretly recorded me?” Sherry hurriedly smiled: “Sister, don’t misunderstand, I was just taking a selfie and accidentally…” “Why was the camera pointed at me for a selfie? If it was accidental, why post it?” Sherry’s face turned pale. Only then did she realize that admitting she filmed it was equal to admitting she leaked the video. But her persona had always been the harmless, innocent white lotus. Her eyes reddened, and tears suddenly fell: “Sister, I beg you, please stop pestering my boyfriend, okay? I’ve advised you for so long and you won’t listen. I don’t know how to argue, I really had no choice but to… “This is the first time I’ve met a boy I like so much, I beg you…” I interrupted her: “This act works on him, not on me. “Play too many games and you’ll be found out eventually. Him dumping you is just a matter of time. Behave yourself.” With that, I turned and left. This variety show was set in the countryside. I was preparing for the next step of the itinerary when my agent called: “Little ancestor, calm down. It’s only been a while, and you’re already third on the trending search!” I hurriedly opened my phone. The number one trending topic had a glaring “Explosive” tag: #Quinn Qin threatens Sherry Song Just now, a recording was leaked by someone claiming to be a variety show staff member. Inside was exactly the conversation between me and Sherry. But I was very sure, only Sherry and I were present at the time. My Twitter and Instagram were already blown up. [Lady, look clearly, Sherry is the girlfriend personally verified by CEO Pei! And you’re telling Sherry to behave herself?] [Homewreckers deserve to die] [Wondered who it was, turns out it’s this poser. Not surprised then, hope your whole family dies soon] … Meanwhile, Sherry started a livestream in her car. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, tears in her eyes, yet she smiled “stubbornly”: “Everyone, please stop talking about it. There must be some misunderstanding between me and Sister. “If I hurt someone because of this, I would be very sad too.” Netizens were heartbroken: [Ahhh baby, you can’t be too kind! Quinn Qin is just targeting you! Don’t speak up for her ahhh!] [Baby is so good, my heart aches boohoo! Going to curse in Quinn Qin’s comments right now] [Protect the best baby in the world, Quinn Qin deserves to die a horrible death!] I sat in the car, my vision going black again and again. So I called Payton. 3 “Break up, break up with her immediately!” I got straight to the point. Payton was confused: “Sis, I told you we are true love.” “You didn’t see her ability to manipulate public opinion against me at all, did you? Have you even looked at the trending searches?” “Oh, Sis, which day do you not get scolded? I’m used to it for you.” …He had a point. “It’s okay, Sis. When I get back, I’ll treat you guys to a meal and clear up the misunderstanding. Sherry is a very good person, definitely not what you think.” “Forget it. I have more experience in this circle than the contracts you’ve signed.” “Isn’t your experience just getting scolded?” “You!” “Alright, alright, Sis. How about quitting the industry? Look at the bad movies you make.” I argued logically: “How can they be called bad movies! If I acted seriously, it’s not a bad movie!” “Yes, yes, yes, you acted seriously, but your acting skills are inherited from Mom!” I was speechless. Payton laughed: “Alright Sis, come back and take over the family business. Obviously, you earn much more this way than mixing in the entertainment circle, and I can relax a bit. Why suffer outside?” “I won’t! I didn’t enter the entertainment industry to make money, it was for Lucas Lu!” “…” 4 Indeed, I didn’t need to enter the entertainment industry. My parents urged me every day to take over the family business and make it bigger and stronger with Payton. But I stubbornly chose the entertainment industry just to be close to my idol, Lucas Lu. This peer I’ve been a fan of for five years. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I never publicly announced my relationship with Payton. I took my mother’s surname, and Payton took my father’s. So for so many years, no one suspected us. Unexpectedly, such a big farce has occurred now. I suddenly regretted it very much. As a guide on my brother’s growth path, I once watched him closely and forbade early dating. Didn’t expect the consequence of lacking love’s nourishment in adolescence is being easily hooked by bad women. I sat in the car, regretting and holding my forehead: “If I knew earlier, I should have let him date more!” 5 Soon, the haze in my heart was swept away. Because after getting off the car, I learned the identity of today’s mystery guest. “Lucas Lu?!” I screamed: “Is it him? Is it really him?” The staff looked at me with disdain, snorted coldly, and turned away. The entire production team was cold to me because of the “stealing Sherry’s boyfriend” incident. Later, they found that this attitude received unanimous praise from netizens, so they looked down on me even more. I didn’t care. After mixing in the circle for so many years, I’ve suffered plenty of eye-rolls and ridicule. Lucas Lu is still worth my attention. The moment Lucas stepped out of the car, everyone erupted in piercing screams. I rushed up in one step and handed over the gold-rimmed card: “Mr. Lu, I’m your fan, can I have an autograph?” He took off his mask and smiled: “Sure.” Took the card, scribbled a few strokes, and handed it back to me. Just as I wanted to treasure it, I saw two words written on it: [Dumbass] I froze. Looked up, he was glancing at me disdainfully, sneering. “Brother Lucas!” An excited voice interrupted my thoughts; Sherry’s car had also arrived. The moment she got off, she pounced into his arms in one step: “It’s actually you! Weren’t you filming somewhere else?” Lucas caught her in his arms, spinning her around: “Knowing you’re here, I came specially. Or on a whim, wanted to take this variety show. Which one do you want to hear?” The comments were frantically scrolling: [I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Came specially for you! For you, for you, for you!] [So flirtatious boohoo…] Sherry pouted, frowning as if angry: “Teasing me again!” Lucas smiled and scraped her nose: “Still so easily angered.” I frowned: “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Lucas raised his hand to protect Sherry behind him, giving me a contemptuous smile: “Sherry and I are childhood sweethearts. We’ve supported each other since we were little to get to where we are today. “I hope Ms. Qin doesn’t think everything is dirty just because she herself is dirty.”

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The day before our engagement, my boyfriend suddenly regained his memories. I found out he was an undercover cop before his amnesia. And he had a childhood sweetheart fiancée. She found me, crying her eyes out: “If he had returned safely from that mission, we would have been married.” “Please, give him back to me…” I was silent for a long time, then whispered: “Okay.” I accepted a company transfer and moved to another city. Three years later, I was held hostage at knifepoint on the street. He saved me. As I tried to sneak away, he handcuffed my wrist. His voice was stern: “Planning to leave without saying goodbye again?” 1 Evening. Torrential rain. A sharp dagger pressed against my neck, bringing a damp, sticky pain. Behind me, the vicious criminal shouted: “Don’t move, or I’ll kill you!” That’s how I met Julian again. He was wearing a crisp uniform, side-facing me, talking to his colleagues. Rainwater streamed down his jawline, making his expression even more solemn. A moment later, he started negotiating with the criminal holding me hostage: “What are your demands? Name them.” The criminal’s face was twisted, voice distorted: “I want a wife! You guys give me a wife to bear me a son!” Obviously impossible. The rain poured harder. Negotiators switched rounds. Someone must have said something wrong. The criminal suddenly snapped. He gripped the knife handle tight, screaming: “Since I can’t have a wife, taking a pretty woman to die with me isn’t a loss!” The sharp blade cut into my skin. Severe pain mixed with the fear of death instantly filled my heart. The next second, bang. A bullet tore through the dense rain, hitting the criminal’s forehead. When Julian lowered his gun and strode over to me. I was already clutching my neck wound, swaying as I stood up from the ground. Due to blood loss, my vision went black in waves. I stumbled forward two steps. And fainted into Julian’s arms. I woke up in the hospital. My neck wound was bandaged, the pain still sharp. Julian stood by the bed, his hair soaked from the rain, still dripping water. I rasped: “The little girl I swapped with…” “She’s fine. Her mother protected her well.” Julian stared at me deeply. “The man had a knife. Even if you wanted to save someone, you shouldn’t have risked yourself.” I curled my lips, but the smile vanished quickly as it pulled at the wound. “Sorry. But protecting the weak is human nature. You taught me that, Officer Zhou.” 2 This hostage situation had nothing to do with me. I was just walking home from work and saw the little girl with a knife at her throat, the criminal kissing her hair and shoulders randomly. She was crying in terror. I suddenly remembered Julian. Three years ago, before we broke up. He saved a little boy and got his back smashed by a falling billboard, needing six stitches. In the hospital, I was anxious to the point of tears, poking his forehead and scolding him: “Next time you save someone, can you ensure your own safety first?!” He sat under the light, looking up at me. Lips pale from blood loss. But when he smiled, there was light in his eyes: “Protecting the weak is human nature.” Selfish me was suddenly choked up. Couldn’t say a word. He held my hand, looking into my eyes seriously: “But hurting myself and making you worry is my fault.” “I’m sorry, Sarah.” How much we loved each other then. How messy the breakup was later. Because a few months later, his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, suddenly showed up. I learned Julian was an undercover cop. Exposed during a mission, tortured nearly to death, he managed to escape. But severe injuries caused amnesia. “While he was with you for two years, I was looking for him.” Chloe wept before me, “Please, give him back to me…” She showed me many things. Photos, gifts, rings. Her past with Julian, twenty years of intimacy. So, I ran away. 3 On the day of discharge, Julian and a young cop picked me up. He sat in the back with me, expression solemn. I covered the gauze on my neck, trying to lighten the mood: “People might think I committed a crime, leaving the hospital in a police car.” Julian kept a straight face, tone flat: “No, just going to give a statement.” The young cop took my joke seriously and quickly comforted me: “How could that be, Miss Shen? You risked your life to save someone; the bureau is discussing giving you a bravery award!” “Just an award, no reward?” I smirked. “Like rewarding me with a young, handsome cop as a boyfriend?” In the rearview mirror, the young cop’s ears turned red. He stammered: “Well, we…” Before he could finish, Julian interrupted. He said coldly: “Focus on driving, don’t get distracted.” “Yes, Captain Zhou.” I lowered my eyes and stopped talking. It was noon when the statement was done. Julian went out to handle a sudden case. I was enthusiastically escorted to the door by others, about to leave. Ran straight into a very familiar face. Chloe. She wore a white cheongsam, dressed gently, holding a lunch box. Her quiet smile vanished the moment she saw me. Others greeted her: “Miss Ning, here to bring lunch to Captain Zhou again?” “Captain Zhou is so lucky. Unlike us, coming back late from missions to cold food.” “Is the wedding coming soon?” She lowered her head, seemingly shy: “Getting married soon. We’ll send invitations then.” A fog of emotion rose in my heart. I pursed my lips and walked out quickly. Chloe chased after me. “Sarah Shen.” She blocked my way, looking unhappy: “You promised to return Julian to me.” “Going back on your word now because he became the captain?” “Didn’t go back on it.” I said indifferently, “Wishing you and Julian a happy marriage.” She smiled with satisfaction: “Thanks.” 4 On the way back, the taxi stopped at a red light. I looked out the window. A girl fell, and her boyfriend picked her up, hugging her tightly. Tears fell without warning. Just one drop, and I wiped it away. I suddenly thought of when I knew Julian for seven months. He rejected my confession for the third time, saying he lost his memory, identity unknown, couldn’t give me happiness. But he still accompanied me home to pack. Halfway through, my stepfather came back. Drunk, pouncing on me cursing like many times before. I tried to kick him away but was choked and slapped. Julian, fixing the wardrobe in the inner room, heard the noise and strode out. Grabbed my stepfather’s collar, dragged him off me, and punched him hard. I lay on my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Vision blurred, couldn’t even see Julian’s face clearly. “Sarah.” He called me, “Sarah Shen!” I curled my lips: “Ten years, first time someone saved me, Julian.” His expression was indescribably sad as he picked me up from the floor and walked out. “Don’t look back, don’t look.” He covered my eyes. “No need to come back to dangerous places. I’ll handle it for you.” “Sarah Shen, I accept your confession.”

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To save me, my sister defied the rules of the novel world. She refused to spoil the “fake” heir, the protagonist, and instead cared for me, the “real” heir. Every time she was kind to me, the System shocked her with electricity. She said she’d rather be electrocuted to death than not treat her biological brother well. However, the night before I was to give my valedictorian speech, I was kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction site. Thugs took turns humiliating me, broke my limbs, and cut off my tongue. In despair, I accidentally connected to my sister’s System. [Host, you sent your biological brother’s real-time location to the gang and let them torture him to the point of disability. Are you not going to stop it?] My sister’s voice was cold as jade. “No choice! This plot point must happen. I can’t let Alec suffer, can I?” “Anyway, Nate is the destined protagonist of a ‘group pet’ novel. No matter how hurt he gets, he’ll fully recover! Just making the best use of him.” “When everything is over, I’ll treat him doubly well.” My heart died. I stopped resisting death. 1 “Worthy of being the valedictorian, his life is tougher than others.” “Twenty guys already, and he’s still holding on…” In the dark cell, torture devices stained with my blood and flesh were piled high like a small mountain. A burly man grabbed my chin, forcing it up. Seeing me bite my lip until it bled from pain, he laughed maniacally. “Yo, Young Master Nate, after being ‘nourished’ by us brothers, you look even more tender!” His thumb crushed against my lips, then suddenly yanked out the rag stuffed in my mouth. “Speaking of which, we’ve tasted the back enough, I haven’t tried this mouth yet.” “Wonder if it’s any different from those in the clubs?” Before I could curse, someone beside him suggested, “It tastes better with half a tongue.” Sensing their gazes on me, I shrank back in terror. The next second, someone grabbed my hair and pinned me to the ground. A cold light flashed. I covered my mouth and screamed, blood gushing frantically through my fingers. Bone-deep pain hammered my nerves, making me want to bash my head against the wall and die. In a trance, someone pulled my hair up… On the verge of death, I heard a conversation. An inorganic electronic voice: [Sarah, your biological brother Nate is at his limit. If the torture continues, he will 100% break down and die! Stop it!] I suspected I was hallucinating because I was dying. “No!” The one answering was actually my sister! She was the only person in the family who treated me well, yet her tone now seemed so cold. “Nate is the destined protagonist. How could he die so easily?” “Continue, don’t let them hold back! Only if he suffers as miserably as Alec did in his past life can we deceive Fate… Then, Alec can live well.” The System hesitated. Seeing this, my sister immediately added confidently. “He grew up being abused. This is nothing to him… Just making the best use of things!” [You insisted on binding Nate as the designated target for the mission. Now we can only follow through with the mistake.] The mechanical voice sighed helplessly. My sister giggled. “What’s the rush? Nate won’t die anyway! Better to get it all over with at once than double it next time…” My sister’s tone softened, but it stabbed fiercely into my heart. “Who told him to be the only one in this world who can deceive Fate? I didn’t want this either. But only if he takes the death tribulation for Alec can our family be whole and happy forever.” “After all, Alec is also my brother. You can’t ask me to watch him be humiliated and forced to die, right?!” “…I can only be at ease if he is healthy and worry-free in the future.” I spat out a mouthful of blood with a splat. My heart burned to ashes from the pain. So I was just a tool my sister used to help someone else survive a death sentence. “Tch, what a buzzkill! His face is all bloody…” Several muscular men surrounded me, laid me flat on the iron bed, and started touching me all over. Two needles were stabbed fiercely into my chest. “Damn, if the valedictorian wears this to give his speech tomorrow, haha, if discovered, everyone will know what a sl*t he is!” “Take more photos, we can publish a photobook later.” 2 A man set up an HD camera, aiming it at my face. Amidst dense waves of pain, I was torn apart. Over and over. It was too terrifying, too painful. And the one inflicting this inhuman suffering was the pillar who supported my struggles in the past—my biological sister, Sarah. “Valedictorian, guess why…” “Why no matter where you hid in school or how you ran, we could always catch you?” A man bit my ear. And tore it hard. In severe pain, I recalled the nightmare-like footsteps and shadows from before. Connecting it to the inexplicable conversation just now. I understood. And despaired even more. “Seeing how hard you worked to serve us brothers, I’ll be merciful and tell you—” “It’s the family tracking app you bound with your parents at your welcome banquet.” I couldn’t stop shaking. My heart was filled with sorrow and desolation. I never thought that when I called my family for help, they would sell me out. We shared unbreakable blood ties, yet they treated me like an enemy. Even my only exception, my sister… [Warning! Protagonist Nate’s life value is too low. The world may collapse at any time!] The System buzzed frequently. I heard it, a sliver of hope remaining in my heart. No matter what, she wouldn’t drag the whole world down to be buried with her and Alec, right? My sister spoke, her words resonant and cold. “System, shut up! Just one castration away from complete liberation.” “How can we stop at such a critical moment?!” “If we stop, Alec will have to suffer through it alive. He definitely won’t be able to take it and die! Then our family won’t be complete anymore… and all my previous efforts will be in vain. Absolutely not!!” Even the mechanical lifeform was shocked. 3 [Enough! What does Alec’s life or death have to do with him?] [How long has he been back in this family? He’s been grinded down layer by layer of flesh and bone!] [If we talk about owing, you owe him… Why torture a victim?] My sister was in extreme pain. Her expression crazy and twisted, she screamed hysterically. “Do you think I don’t know?!” “But only he can survive this certain death situation!” “Since we’ve held on until now, it’s better for him to be crippled than for Alec to die miserably!” “And Nate is the protagonist, he won’t die!” “I’m preserving the wholeness of our family, don’t you understand?!” She roared, wiping her face after venting. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave him to die.” “After he takes the death tribulation for Alec, I’ll call 911. Even if he needs a catheter and is depressed for life, I’ll raise him well!” If it comes to that, is living still living? My heart went completely cold. I closed my eyes, no longer receiving the physical pain inflicted by others. …Forget it, no one cares about me. It’s not a pity to die. I completely lost the will to live, letting my soul fall infinitely. Into the abyss. [Damn it! Go save him! He’s stopped breathing!] The System went crazy too, starting to shout loudly. I couldn’t hear my sister’s voice. As if I had blocked out this relative who once said she only loved me but hurt me the deepest. [Enough, stop! Why won’t you let him go? A corpse?!] [Crazy, crazy, all crazy!] [Stop it!!] [Nate, Nate, you can’t die… can’t die!] The noise upset me. Using the last bit of strength I squeezed out, I lifted my eyelids. I saw myself, broken into pieces. The “people” in the room were still laughing hideously, even bringing in hyenas from somewhere. I watched them play. Desolation rose in my heart. My sister finally arrived late, breaking down the door with people. 4 Her face was pale as a sheet. She threw herself in front of me. “Nate, don’t be afraid… Sis is here! You must not die…” When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was wearing an oxygen mask, tubes all over my body. Only my eyelids could barely move. Teachers and classmates I hadn’t seen for months came to visit with flowers and fruit. Seeing me turn from the envy of everyone into a invalid waiting to die in bed in such a short time. They all sighed, unbearable. “This is too tragic. Can’t speak, can’t write. How will he live in the future?” “Nate was this year’s valedictorian! Now those Ivy Leagues are silent…” “Sigh, today was supposed to be his most glorious day.” “…Nate’s sister, you must not let those villains go!” A complex heartache flashed in Sarah’s eyes. To me, and to everyone present, she promised. “Don’t worry, I will definitely make those damned devils pay!!” Her voice triggered my biggest nightmare, making me tremble reflexively. “Beep beep beep—Warning! Warning!!” “I said the patient needs rest, why are you stimulating him?” The nurse rushed in, silencing the emergency alarm soaring with my heart rate. My sister looked at me confusedly, explaining helplessly. “Nate is my dearest brother! How could I stimulate him?” “Besides, when he was stalked by perverts before, he could only sleep peacefully hearing my voice, lying on my lap while I rubbed his temples…” Hearing this, I felt even more ironic. Those days when she was my only salvation are gone forever. After all, she’s the one who said she only loved me but caused me to become this ghost-like state. It makes me sick and painful. The life support equipment flashed red repeatedly, and I was pushed into the emergency room. Sarah muttered uneasily repeatedly. “He’ll definitely live, right? He definitely won’t know…” At noon, I came out of the emergency room and heard the ward TV broadcasting local news. Alec gave the speech at my alma mater in my place, looking glorious. Blinding, piercing… “Hahaha, half-dead from being screwed by men, can’t even speak. How does it feel?” The fake heir suddenly barged in, smiling triumphantly, “Your dearest sister did all this for me.” I pretended to be indifferent.

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As soon as I walked out of the SAT exam hall, I was dragged into a dark interrogation room by the police. Officers found cheating tools sewn into my clothes. And in a nearby hotel, they arrested the “gunman” (a hired test-taker) who was collaborating with me. The moment the gunman saw me, he identified me as the buyer. He voluntarily confessed to the crime and detailed the financial transactions between us. The evidence was undeniable, and it was broadcast all over the internet. Overnight, I went from being hailed as a genius scholar by the media to a prisoner. My parents tried to appeal but failed. Unable to withstand the cyberbullying, they died tragically at home. Not long after receiving the news of their deaths, I died of a heart attack. Until my last breath, I didn’t understand. I clearly did nothing, so why did all the evidence point to me cheating? When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the eve of the SATs. 1 “Elena, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get your ID out to check in.” My best friend Lana’s voice rang in my ear. I shuddered violently. I was in a hotel lobby, and the clock on the wall behind the reception desk showed the date as June 6th. Lana nudged me. “Why are you still spacing out? ID!” The shove finally made me realize I had been reborn. In my past life, because the exam center was too far from home, we were worried about traffic jams on the day of the SATs. So the night before, Lana and I checked into a hotel less than a hundred meters from the exam center. On the last day of the exams, as soon as I walked out, I was arrested for cheating. And the gunman who provided me with answers was hiding in the room I stayed in. “Elena, why are you so slow today? The receptionist is waiting!” Saying that, Lana eagerly reached into my bag to grab my ID. I grabbed her hand. “I’m not staying.” Lana frowned and complained. “Elena, why are you like this? Do you know how much effort I put into booking this hotel?” “No, you have to stay!” I looked at Lana in confusion, puzzled. She usually had a gentle temperament and spoke softly, so why was she being so pushy today? I forced a smile. “Lana, you know I have trouble sleeping in a strange bed. I might stay awake all night in the hotel, which would affect my performance tomorrow.” “So I thought about it and decided to go home. Worst case, I’ll just get up earlier tomorrow. I’m really sorry.” Lana covered her mouth and laughed. “I was just teasing you; you actually took it seriously?” “Then think carefully. Rooms are super hard to book before the SATs. If you cancel now and change your mind later, there won’t be any rooms left.” I nodded, insisting on going home. “Then call an Uber yourself. I’m going to the room to review.” I watched her enter the elevator and hailed a cab. “Driver, to the nearest internet cafe.” 2 Everything in my past life happened too fast, exploding and vanishing like fireworks. Why were cheating tools found on me? Where did the evidence provided by the gunman come from? And who wanted to harm me, and why? These questions were like a fog in my mind. I might never find out the truth in this life, but at least I could avoid this disaster. That is, by not taking the SATs, so I couldn’t go home. I had to go to a place open 24 hours, where I could stay and which had surveillance. An internet cafe was perfect. The driver quickly took me to one. I paid for two consecutive days. After finding a seat, I binge-watched variety shows and dramas. When hungry, I ate instant noodles from the cafe; when sleepy, I slept a bit. But as soon as I fell asleep, images of my past life surfaced, and I’d wake up startled. This repeated until 5 PM on the third day. Just as I closed my eyes. A pop-up appeared on the webpage. [Breaking News: A candidate was caught cheating in the SATs in South City. The suspect has fled the exam center, and police are in hot pursuit!] I had a bad premonition. Just as I was about to click on the pop-up, the computer screen went black. Complaints erupted in the internet cafe. “Admin, what’s going on? Why did the computers go black!” “Sorry everyone, the circuit breaker probably tripped. I’ll go reset it now. Please be patient.” Not long after, sirens wailed outside. 3 Several police officers rushed in and surrounded me. They flashed their badges. “Elena Chen, you run fast. In the blink of an eye, you ran to an internet cafe!” I asked confusedly, “May I ask what this is about?” The officer snapped, “Still playing dumb? You cheated on the SATs, and we’re arresting you!” For a moment, my brain almost lost the ability to think. “Me… cheated?” Amidst my confusion, Lana and my childhood sweetheart boyfriend, Sean, rushed in. Lana panted as she spoke up for me, “Elena couldn’t have cheated. You have to believe in her character. Besides, she’s already been guaranteed admission.” Sean squeezed through the crowd, shielding me. “Yeah, officer, she has no reason to take this risk. Could there be a misunderstanding?” The students who followed them to watch the drama sneered, “Does her innocence depend entirely on your words? If so, why do we need police?” “Exactly! I think you’re accomplices. Suggest arresting them all for investigation.” Lana got anxious. “Elena, explain quickly. I’m dying of anxiety.” Surrounded by noise, my mind went blank. Seeing my silence, Lana’s eyes went from determined to doubtful. “Elena, you didn’t really cheat, did you?” Her voice was small, but loud enough for those around to hear. They started pointing fingers. “Oh my god, cheating on the SATs when checks are so strict these days? Some people really aren’t afraid of death.” “This girl seems to be the top scholar from my friend’s school. I’ve seen her on their honor roll. Tsk tsk, turns out it was all fake!” “Pretending to be smart usually, afraid of being exposed in the SATs, so she risked cheating.” “Heard her parents are master teachers at the school. Even a teacher’s daughter cheated; do her parents have the face to live? They might as well die!” The insults in my ears sent chills down my spine. But clearly, I had been in the internet cafe since last night and never left. How could I be suspected of cheating? My voice trembled involuntarily. “Officer, but I didn’t take the SATs, so how could I cheat?” The officer laughed in anger. “You say you didn’t take the SATs? You really won’t cry until you see the coffin.” “Come back to the station with us; I’ll show you the evidence!” 4 Handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists. I hugged the chair tightly, shouting, “I really didn’t take the SATs. If you don’t believe me, ask the people here, check the surveillance!” “Still making excuses, huh? Fine, I’ll check now, so you can give up hope!” The officer immediately asked the surrounding onlookers. “Can anyone testify that she has been here online since last night and hasn’t left?” I looked at them expectantly. But they all shook their heads. “Officer, we’re here to game. Who pays attention to who’s sitting next to them?” “I just got here. How would I know when she arrived? I have no impression.” “Officer, testifying means going to the station to register, right? Don’t make it hard for us. If my parents find out I sneaked out to game, they’ll skin me alive.” I panicked. “If they can’t testify, there’s surveillance!” The admin ran over apologetically. “Officer, I’m really sorry. Just now, a high-voltage surge burned out the storage device, and all surveillance footage is lost.” I looked at her in disbelief. “Impossible, how could it break so coincidentally? I want to see for myself.” She led me to the monitor. The words “Disk Error” stung my eyes. I asked her like clutching the last straw, “Sister, you registered me last night. Do you remember me?” The admin nodded, then shook her head. “Sorry, I’m face-blind and really can’t remember faces.” At this, I felt like I was in an ice cave, trembling all over. The admin pointed at the small red flower on my clothes. “Didn’t you just rush in from outside? I can’t remember faces, but I remember this red flower on your collar. It’s particularly eye-catching.” I got extremely agitated. “You’re lying! I’ve been sitting in my seat the whole time, nowhere else!” The officer sneered. “Elena Chen, stop quibbling. Your cheating tool is hidden in this eye-catching red flower!” Saying that, he picked up scissors, cut off the red flower, tore it open, and indeed, an electronic device was hidden inside. My eyes widened, utterly shocked. In my past life, an identical electronic device was found in my clothes. This moment seemed to pull me back to my past life. I screamed in terror, “This isn’t mine!” At the same time, Lana screamed, “Elena, isn’t this that?” Sean looked disappointed. “Elena, I can’t believe you would do such a thing.” Seeing their reactions, I seemed to lose all strength instantly. “So you saw me in the exam hall too?” They both nodded. I only saw darkness, and Sean’s hollow, desperate voice rang in my ears. “Elena, your best option now is to confess and seek leniency, understand?” “We’ll take care of your parents 24/7, don’t worry.”

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When I arrived at the club, Adrian Fu sat at the head of the table, his expression restrained, his eyes slightly red. A circle of rich second-generation kids dared not breathe loudly. Seeing me was like seeing a savior; they stood at attention: “Hello, sister-in-law.” The girl sitting next to him panicked when she saw me, her eyes red as she said to him: “Adrian, I’m back, are you still going home with her?” I walked over and picked up the red wine bottle on the table. “Adrian Fu, go home or get your head bashed in. Pick one.” 1 The only sound in the private room was the rise and fall of breathing. Adrian lifted his eyelids to look at me. With just that one movement, I clearly sensed his impatience. The rich kids standing in a circle, afraid of being caught in the crossfire, silently retreated to a safe distance. I stood steadily in front of the two of them, gripping the wine bottle, motionless. After a long while, Adrian curled his lips: “Who called your sister-in-law?” As soon as the words left his mouth, the color drained from the girl’s face next to him. She looked like she was about to shatter. Clinging to Adrian’s arm, she asked with a trembling voice: “Adrian, are you going home with her?” I laughed in anger, pulled up a chair, sat down, and looked her in the eye. “Bella, while I can still hold back, you’d better get lost.” A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye. “Since you know me, do you know…” I interrupted her. “I know. I know you are his ‘white moonlight’—his first love. His study still has your photo.” A shy blush crept up Bella’s face, and her eyes suddenly lit up. She gently rested her head on Adrian’s shoulder. “Adrian, I’m back. Divorce her. After all these years, marrying you is still my biggest dream.” “I know you’re not happy. These years, you’ve suffered too much.” Although Adrian tried his best to maintain his usual poker face, the veins popping on his forehead betrayed the turmoil in his heart. He raised his hand, wanting to gently stroke Bella’s back. I sneered, interrupting their tender moment. “Mr. Fu, it seems you don’t want to go home.” “Then I’m sorry.” I raised my hand high, and the red wine bottle in my hand smashed straight towards Bella’s head! 2 Crash! Along with the sound of the bottle exploding, screams erupted in the private room. Bella looked pale as she watched Adrian, who shielded her in his arms. Blood mixed with red wine gushed from his forehead. “Adrian, Adrian, are you okay, are you okay…” Bella stood up from Adrian’s arms, her hands trembling as she helped him sit down. She frantically grabbed the tissues on the table, desperately trying to cover the wound on Adrian’s forehead. The tissues were quickly soaked with blood. Bella turned around and screamed at me like a madwoman: “You crazy woman!!!! Are you trying to kill someone??? How could Adrian marry a lunatic like you!!” Adrian recovered for a moment, picked up the tissues himself, wiped the blood and wine seeping into his eyes, and held Bella back. “Bella, don’t provoke her.” “Are you hurt anywhere?” Bella pouted and extended her hand. There was a cut about 1cm long from a glass shard. Adrian immediately stood up nervously, carefully holding her hand, and led her out. “Why didn’t you say you were hurt? Quick, I’ll take you to the hospital.” I looked down at my hand hanging by my side. Blood dripped from my fingertips drop by drop, disappearing into the carpet. Busy all day at the corporation, hosting important clients, I only had time for a few bites of bread at lunch. Finally enduring until off work, seeing the message someone sent me, I rushed to the club frantically. Adrian, I am tired, hungry, and sleepy. I am hurt too. How did the Adrian who scraped his hands raw and got beaten bloody to save me from kidnappers when we were kids become this stranger? Waves of dizziness hit me. I felt the world spinning, instinctively grabbed the edge of the table, and slumped into the chair. I heard someone call him: “Bro, sister-in-law is hurt too. She doesn’t look good!” Adrian’s voice came from afar. “She’s so tough, she can handle it herself.” I looked up at him. his retreating figure was so decisive. Good. This way, when I close the net, I won’t feel too guilty. 3 Looking up, the notorious playboys of the capital stood obediently, their eyes full of concern for me. I smiled and waved my hand: “Hungry. Be smart.” “Yes! Sister, coming right up!” Wang Siqi is the crown prince of the club. He was the most active, immediately arranging people to clear the table and serve new dishes. I watched them bustling about, looking just like when they were kids following behind Adrian and me, calling us “brother and sister.” Since when did “brother” remain “brother,” but “sister” became “sister-in-law”? Was it when I was kidnapped by the nanny at age 5, and Adrian, 3 years older than me, found me before the police by analyzing the traces left by the nanny? When I woke up from a coma and found myself on Adrian’s thin back, watching him grit his teeth and carry me, staggering out of that terrible abandoned factory, the scene was engraved in my heart forever. The elders joked that for the rest of his life, Adrian would always favor and make exceptions for Tangtang. But later, later Adrian had his “white moonlight.” Unlike me, who lost my mother since that kidnapping and was strictly raised to heir standards, doing everything for the family business and revenge. Bella wouldn’t raise her voice at Adrian, wouldn’t demand Adrian read financial magazines and learn eight languages. She would quietly stay by his side, watching him smile gently. She would be willing to cook for him. Willing to spend lots of time accompanying him to classes she didn’t understand at all. I couldn’t do any of the things she did for him. The environment I grew up in taught me to weigh pros and cons, gains and losses. Until Bella broke up with Adrian because he was too rich. She said she could never fit into his world. After turning around, she went far away to a foreign country, and Adrian didn’t chase her. I knew he had great ambitions. He wanted the Fu family, and he wanted the Shang family too. Before getting the Fu and Shang families, he wouldn’t give me up for Bella. So, when Adrian proposed to me, I agreed without hesitation. Adrian gave me all the romance money could buy. I enjoyed it with peace of mind. I knew better than anyone that the Fu family and the Shang family would eventually be mine. All the beauty he piled up with money was just my advance enjoyment. I lowered my head to eat, quickly reviewing my plan in my mind. plotting for more than ten years, I wouldn’t allow any flaws. Maybe I was too silent; Wang Siqi couldn’t take it first. He slammed the table and stood up. “Sister! You’ve never been soft-hearted towards women around my brother!” “Why did you back down today!” Touching a sore spot. The dinner table suddenly quieted down. I smiled and said, “Because she is Bella.” The lethality of a first love is fatal with one blow. I took out my phone. The screen was clean, no calls, no messages. I thought, by now, Bella’s wound should have healed. 4 As I expected, Adrian didn’t come back all night. I guarded the living room all night, quietly watching the city from midnight to 7 AM. I knew, the era belonging to me had come. When the clock struck 8, I dressed neatly, covered the dark circles under my eyes with heavy foundation, and got into the car picking me up for work on time. I never expected to see Bella in the company. She was wearing a brand new business suit, sitting in the outer office of Adrian’s office. Seeing me pass by, she immediately stood up and greeted me with a smile. “Good morning, President Shang.” The corners of her mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, matching her harmless face, which I found very dazzling. My face darkened. I called the HR manager on the spot and loudly questioned what was going on, asking if any Tom, Dick, or Harry could be stuffed into the company now. Bella was so embarrassed she wished she could bury her face in the ground. Her face flushed red, tears in her eyes. Under my aggressive questioning, she couldn’t say a word. When I got angry, no one dared to provoke me. After saying a few harsh words, I suddenly felt bored. Waving my hand, I said to the HR manager: “Fire her. Pay Miss Ruan every penny of the compensation due.” Bella, who had been submissive, suddenly looked up at me, tears falling like broken pearls. “President Shang, I beg you, I really need this job. Please, don’t fire me.” “Your world is high above, I can only survive on your charity. Does President Shang want to deprive me of even this right?” Such familiar “tea art” (manipulative behavior pretending to be innocent). I looked up, past her thin shoulder, at the door behind her. As I expected, the door opened, and Adrian appeared at the door with a cold face. “Shang Tangzhi, you have a good background, but that’s not your capital to bully others.” “This is my special assistant, not yours.” Just one sentence, the weight was judged instantly. He stepped forward, held Bella’s hand, looked around, and said in a deep voice: “From today on, Miss Ruan is my special assistant. I take full responsibility for what she says and does.” Is this the exception and preference? I didn’t speak, took two steps back, turned and returned to my own office. Near the end of work, my assistant reminded me that I had to attend an important dinner with Adrian tonight. Whether the project I followed for half a year could be clinched depended on tonight. Taking a deep, deep breath, building up my psychological defense, I changed into an evening gown, redid my makeup, and went to find Adrian. Just as I wanted to knock, the door opened from the inside. Bella, wearing an evening gown, held Adrian’s arm, and the two walked out talking and laughing. I froze on the spot. It was early autumn. The wind blowing in from the window brushed over my bare shoulders, a bit cold. Adrian stopped and looked at me indifferently. “Special Assistant Ruan can accompany me to such social events in the future.” “No need to trouble President Shang.” The two passed me and walked towards the elevator. “Adrian Fu, this is the project I’ve been following for half a year.” Adrian’s voice drifted away. “From today on, it’s handed over to Special Assistant Ruan.”

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Jasper Hayes came to the orphanage to pick out a little sister. All the girls crowded around, praying to be the chosen one. I was the only one who hid in the closet and fell asleep. I thought I could escape the fate of my past life—becoming the adopted daughter of the Hayes family, and eventually, Jasper’s wife. I wanted to live freely and happily this time. But when I woke up, I saw Jasper standing in front of the closet door. He smiled and asked me, “Lola, will you come home with me?” 1 When I saw Jasper’s face appear before my eyes, I thought I was still stuck in that nightmare. It wasn’t until the director called me with a stern face: “Lola, why are you sleeping in here?” Only then did I sober up, realizing that everything in front of me was not a dream. Seeing me frozen in place, the director reached out and pulled me out of the closet. She straightened my collar and pushed me in front of the Hayes couple: “You fell asleep. Master Hayes told us not to wake you.” “Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time.” Jasper, who was named, was standing in front of his parents with a faint smile on his face, looking at me. At this moment, he was somewhat different from the Jasper in my memory who was always cold to me. He greeted me proactively: “Hello, Lola.” I don’t know why, but hearing my name from his mouth felt indescribably weird. I frowned and looked away, avoiding his gaze. But I was wondering in my heart, they could have chosen anyone else, why did they have to wait for me? “Waiting for me? For what?” The director bent down to explain to me: “They want to adopt you. Lola, you’re going to have a home, parents, and a brother.” The usually unsmiling director rarely smiled at me at this moment. I guess she was happy for me. For children in the orphanage, being adopted is lucky. But the director didn’t know that I was reborn. I knew long ago that Jasper would come to the orphanage today to pick a sister, so I deliberately hid in the closet. “Lola, will you come home with us?” Mrs. Hayes held my hand and said gently, “Jasper has always wanted a sister. You can be his sister from now on.” This scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. Memories of my past life flashed through my mind like a slideshow. I immediately withdrew my hand and looked up at the director: “Director, I don’t want to be adopted by them.” As soon as the words came out, everyone was surprised. The one with the strongest reaction was Jasper. He frowned and asked me, “Why?” “Because I don’t want to be your sister.” Even though I rejected him, there was no trace of anger on Jasper’s face. Instead, his tone became gentler, with a hint of imperceptible indulgence. “Then don’t be my sister. Just come back to the Hayes house with me and live together, okay?” The director tugged at my sleeve secretly, but still couldn’t stop me from rejecting Jasper again. “No.” I thought Jasper would give up. But when the director asked the Hayes couple if they wanted to pick another girl, Jasper suddenly said loudly: “Mom, I just want her.” He said, “Only she looks most like my sister.” 2 In my last life, Jasper chose me among many girls because I looked somewhat similar to his late sister. At that time, knowing I was chosen, I felt that God really favored me. I was taken back to the Hayes family, renamed Lola Hayes. And I had my own room in the huge villa. Even if that room didn’t truly belong to me, I was satisfied. Mrs. Hayes said: “Children from orphanages are inevitably petty and can’t present themselves well.” So I changed my old habits and became less and less like myself. Mrs. Hayes was strict with me. I had to practice piano for more than twelve hours a day. Even though the teacher explicitly said I had no talent for learning piano, Mrs. Hayes still accompanied me to practice every day. But some things cannot be forced. “I’m sorry, Mom, I still can’t play well.” Every time I apologized, Mrs. Hayes would look at me even more dotingly and comfort me. “It’s okay, as long as Lola works hard, you will be able to play well in the future.” Later I learned that playing the piano was the hobby of Mrs. Hayes’ deceased daughter. Mrs. Hayes treated me like this just to find the shadow of another person in me. But I didn’t care. A fish lacking water doesn’t care if the water it gets is clean; it just needs to survive. Water to fish, love to me. Having it is enough. I studied piano harder and tried harder to please Mrs. Hayes. We looked more and more like a real mother and daughter. Until Jasper’s engagement party, he was drugged, and I happened to break into his room. Mr. Hayes fainted from anger when he saw me and Jasper. Mrs. Hayes slapped me in the face: “I shouldn’t have brought you to the Hayes family in the first place.” Jasper looked at me silently, with emotions in his eyes that I couldn’t understand. But I think he probably regretted it too. Regretted choosing me as his sister in the beginning. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t drug my brother.” I tried hard to explain for myself, but no one believed me. So much so that later, whenever Jasper betrayed me and our marriage countless times, he would say: “You didn’t hesitate to drug me to marry your own brother. All this now is your retribution.” Jasper hated me. So after marriage, he always liked to slap my face in public and embarrass me. Many people in our circle were betting on how long my marriage with him would last. “At most a year. Once the child is born, Jasper will kick her out.” Unfortunately, the result surprised everyone. Jasper and I were entangled for nineteen years. Even after I died, the words “Wife of Jasper Hayes” were engraved on my tombstone. “Lola, tell me, why don’t you want to be adopted by the Hayes family?” After Jasper left with his parents, the director called me to the office. I was silent for a long time before making up a random reason: “I don’t want to leave you and everyone else.” The director sighed and advised me to think it over. I knew she meant well and hoped I would live a good life in the future. But I didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes, nor did I want to have anything to do with Jasper anymore. However, a fire that night shattered all my plans. 3 “Did you set the fire?” In the hospital, I looked at Jasper coldly and questioned him. “No.” Jasper hurriedly explained: “The fire department has found out that it was caused by aging wiring.” After speaking, he laughed self-deprecatingly. “Lola, you think too badly of me.” I had only met him two or three times in this life, but Jasper’s attitude towards me had an indescribable familiarity. “I just want to help you.” “As long as you agree to come home with me, I will pay all the treatment costs for the director.” The orphanage caught fire last night, and the director was severely burned trying to save us. I snorted coldly and mocked: “Taking advantage of someone’s danger, do you count as a good person?” Jasper didn’t explain anything for himself, only said: “Lola, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to be my sister.” “You can just be fostered in the Hayes family.” He guided me patiently and compromised repeatedly. But I was even more curious: “Why do you insist on me going back to the Hayes family with you?” Jasper said: “Because my mom misses my sister very much these days, and you look very much like my sister.” “I want to take you home to accompany her.” I was skeptical about his words, after all, Jasper was too abnormal towards me. I asked him: “Is that all?” Jasper hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “That’s all.” Although I didn’t want to get involved with Jasper, the director was still lying in the hospital bed. On the way back to the Hayes house, Jasper kept talking to me, but I remained silent. He probably knew he was annoying, so he softened his tone to make up for it. “The Hayes family can provide you with better conditions. No matter what, it’s better than being in the orphanage.” “Lola, don’t blame me. I’m doing this for your own good.” I’m doing this for your own good… Jasper in my past life also said this sentence. Jasper hated me for most of his life. Only when I was dying did his attitude towards me soften a bit. But by then, I was beyond cure, with only a kitten to accompany me every day. On a whim, Jasper suddenly came back to the villa to see me and had the cat I raised for half a year thrown away. I asked him: “Why?” He looked at me askance then and also said: “I’m doing this for your own good.” At that time I knew, him saying it was for my own good didn’t mean he really wanted what was best for me. This sentence was just an excuse for him to satisfy his selfishness and desire for control. Or perhaps it was another way for him to torture me. After all, he was always like this. Whatever I liked, he destroyed. … As soon as the car arrived at the Hayes home, I saw Mrs. Hayes standing at the villa door. Jasper told her in advance that he would bring me back. So she had the room on the second floor cleaned up early. “Lola, this is your room from now on.” Mrs. Hayes held my hand affectionately: “Do you like it?” I looked down at the hand held by Mrs. Hayes, stunned for a moment, then withdrew it. I was no longer the Lola who longed for motherly love in my previous life. “Mrs. Hayes, this is your biological daughter’s room, right?” “There are many of her old things in the room, and you have preserved them very well.” “I can tell you cherish these things very much.” “If I live in this room, you will definitely be sad if I accidentally break these things.” “I see there is a guest room downstairs. I’ll live in the guest room.” Mrs. Hayes looked at me and wanted to say something: “But…” But was interrupted by Jasper: “Mom.” “Lola wants to live downstairs. Ask the maid to tidy it up.” I looked at Jasper who spoke for me. He probably didn’t know that the bigger reason I didn’t want to live on the second floor was actually because his bedroom was right next door. In my past life, before Jasper got engaged, we got along harmoniously. Even during adolescence, when Mrs. Hayes asked me “What kind of boys does Lola like?” I looked at Jasper who just came back from running and smiled: “I like someone like brother.” This unintentional joke became the testimony of me drugging my own brother many years later. Every time I explained for myself: “I didn’t drug you.” Jasper would choke my neck and refute me: “You said you liked me when you were sixteen.” “Liked me for so many years, and finally even used means like drugging to force me to marry you. Why don’t you dare to admit it now?” 4 Probably because I returned to this villa, I dreamt of things from my past life at night. During the last period of my life, the doctor said: “It’s not good for you to stay alone all day like this. Call your family and friends to accompany you more.” “I have no family.” As for friends… My best friend before was Jasper’s fiancée, named Serena Xu. In the fifth year of my marriage with Jasper, Serena returned to the country. Jasper went to pick her up at the airport personally and organized a welcome party for her. Someone deliberately recorded a video of the party and sent it to me—the two sitting in a corner, kissing passionately. A video of only a few seconds, I watched repeatedly all night. It was also that night that I made up my mind to give up the second child of Jasper and me and propose a divorce to him. He asked me: “The reason?” I showed him that video. “Jasper, I know you were forced to marry me back then.” “But now that Serena is back, and it seems she has forgiven you, let’s divorce and go our separate ways.” Actually, before this, I had proposed divorce to Jasper many times. But I was rejected by him every time. I thought, with Serena back, he would agree this time. But Jasper still tore up the divorce agreement I prepared and deleted the video on my phone. … “Lola? Lola?” I woke up suddenly and slapped Jasper in the face. The teenage Jasper looked at me, showing a wronged look in his eyes. “I heard you crying outside the door, so I came in to check.” After speaking, he turned and walked out. He turned back at the door and said: “Get up quickly for breakfast, you’ll be late for school.” Just like in my previous life, the Hayes family transferred me to Jasper’s school. Seeing me follow him into the classroom. Someone asked him: “Jasper, who is she?” Jasper introduced me to them: “Her name is Lola, currently fostering in my home.” In a trance, I thought of my past life. Before the drugging incident, when Jasper introduced me to people, he always said: “My sister Lola.” I looked at Jasper, who was a step away from me, and suddenly realized that he seemed different from the Jasper in my memory. Neither like the teenage Jasper in the past life, nor like the Jasper who always retaliated and tortured me later. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly thought of something. “Jasper.” “Jas.” Just as I stopped Jasper and was about to ask my doubt, someone called him at the same time as me. Jasper glanced at me, then looked up behind me. I also turned back. The person standing at the classroom door calling him was Serena. “Jas, wait for me after school, I have something to tell you.” After speaking, Serena noticed me standing next to Jasper. Her eyes were not friendly. She looked me up and down as if sizing me up: “You are the girl fostering in the Hayes family?” After all, she was my best friend in my past life. Almost the moment Serena looked at me, I felt her obvious hostility towards me. This was completely different from the past life. In the past life, after knowing I was Jasper’s sister, Serena affectionately held my arm, called me Lola, and brought me into her social circle. But now, her attitude towards me was very similar to the last time I saw her in the past life. That meeting was very unpleasant. I asked her: “The surveillance showed that only you and I entered Jasper’s room that day. I didn’t drug him, so it was you, right?” At that time, I couldn’t figure it out. She liked Jasper so much, why did she ruin their engagement party. “Her name is Lola,” Jasper answered for me. Serena looked at me, gave a perfunctory smile, and said nothing more. Later, sitting in my seat, I sensed Serena looking back at me frequently. Even though I felt strange in my heart, I had to ignore her, withdraw my gaze, and force myself to listen to the class carefully.

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After infiltrating an enemy spy organization for five years, I was exposed. To survive, I sold out my childhood sweetheart, Lucas Lu. He dragged a crippled leg and barely escaped with his life. When he was awarded the Medal of Honor, first class. Lucas limped onto the stage with a cane. The Commander asked him if there was any wish the organization could fulfill for him. His eyes were cold as ice, his thin lips curling into a cruel sneer: “Bring Chloe Jiang back.” “And execute her.” The organization then raided the entire spy den but found no trace of me. They only found a videotape left for Lucas. 1 When Lucas received the videotape, he scoffed. “This is evidence of her crimes.” “She will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.” His eyes were cold, and the corner of his mouth twitched with thick sarcasm. The guard pushed his wheelchair through the park and spoke cautiously. “General, won’t you watch the content?” After receiving the First Class Merit, Lucas had been promoted to General of the Military Region. His broken leg became a badge of honor that would follow him for life. He sneered again. “Watch what?” “Watch how she sold out her country and begged the enemy like a dog?” “I’m afraid it will dirty my eyes.” The guard was choked for a moment, silent for a few seconds before steeling himself to speak. “But the envelope containing the tape specifically mentioned your name.” “To be opened by Lucas Lu personally.” “This tape is specifically for you.” Lucas paused, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly, a sharp glint passing through them. The enemy spies had not yet been completely eliminated; remnants still remained. Perhaps there were clues in the tape? “Hmph, fine. I want to see what tricks they’re playing.” “Most importantly, Chloe Jiang hasn’t been found.” “A traitor like her won’t appease the public anger until she’s dead.” He had to find Chloe and watch her be executed with his own eyes. 2 December 15, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe was stripped naked, her body blue from the cold. A masked man in black stood beside her, holding a basin of cold water. Splash, he poured it over Chloe. Her body shook violently, and her hanging hair froze almost instantly. “Kill… just kill me!” Her teeth chattered, her lips purple as she growled. But the man in black acted deaf, pouring basin after basin of cold water on her. Until Chloe completely passed out. Only then did a sinister voice ring out. “Drag her back. Don’t let her freeze to death.” Then a group of people untied Chloe from the wooden stake and dragged her away. The screen went dark briefly. Lucas sat in front of the screen, his gaze colder than the frost outside the window. “A bitter meat trick?” (A ruse where one inflicts injury on oneself to win confidence). “Heh, this is all a conspiracy by the enemy.” “A traitor deserves whatever torture she gets.” The guard stood by, pursing his lips lightly, his tone low. “General, should we continue playing it?” Lucas leaned back on the soft sofa, speaking leisurely. “Play it.” “I want to see how long she can keep up the act.” 3 December 16, 1986, 3:10 PM. This time it was in a dark room. Chloe was still naked, her body covered in whip marks. That exquisite, pale face had been disfigured, skin torn and flesh gaping, blood oozing out constantly. “Will you talk?” It was that sinister voice again, coming from off-screen. Chloe curled her lips into a smile, her eyes resolute and fearless. “Lucas has already wiped out your nest.” “You’re just grasshoppers after autumn; you won’t be hopping for long.” After speaking, she grinned, laughing so hard she trembled. “Keep hitting.” As soon as the sinister voice fell, the whip lashed viciously onto Chloe’s body again. She trembled all over, her pearly teeth clenched tight. “We have already won!” “You… you just… wait for death…” She refused to submit even unto death, her beautiful almond eyes flashing with sharp, fierce light. Outside the screen, the guard held his breath, a look of pity on his face. “General, could Chloe be wronged…” He frowned as he spoke, not daring to look at Chloe’s flesh tearing open bit by bit anymore. Lucas glanced sideways, looking at the guard with disdain. “Just this?” “You’re still too inexperienced and naive.” “They want to use my feelings for Chloe to threaten me.” “Does a traitor deserve my heartache?” 4 December 17, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe’s teeth were gone. Inside her pink lips was emptiness, only bloody gums remained. “Will you talk?” Still that cold voice, unchanged from yesterday. Like a repeating machine. Chloe hung her head, blood mixing with saliva dripping slowly from her mouth. “Never betray the country.” Her eyes were stubborn. Even without teeth, her articulation was still clear. “Do you regret letting Lucas go?” That voice finally fluctuated a bit. Chloe was stunned, and a warmth finally dyed her originally cold eyes. “No… regrets.” “He must hate me now. It doesn’t matter, as long as he’s alive.” With that, she closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding from her sockets, washing away the blood on her face. The screen went dark. The guard’s face looked grim. “General, there must be a hidden story here.” Lucas frowned, but his falcon-like sharp eyes still revealed ruthlessness. “She was discovered after lurking for five years after all.” “They won’t let her off.” “This kind of fence-sitter won’t be spared by either side.” Lucas said, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, leaning back on the sofa again to watch the tape. 5 December 18, 1986, 3:10 PM. One of Chloe’s hands was gone. Blood was everywhere, her face pale as paper. “General!” The guard finally couldn’t help but exclaim. “They chopped off Chloe’s hand!” His eyes reddened, even his voice trembling. As Lucas’s guard, he naturally knew the story of Lucas and Chloe. They were childhood sweethearts, originally about to get married, but later received a temporary mission from the organization to infiltrate the enemy, gone for five years. In the eyes of everyone in their military region, Lucas and Chloe were a heroic and patriotic couple. He didn’t believe Lucas had no feelings for Chloe at all! On the sofa, Lucas’s palm resting on his knee clenched slightly. Knuckles turning slightly white. The eyes staring at the screen had a hint of crimson. After a while, he stretched his stiff body and sighed, “Too fake.” “Where did they find these actors?” “Someone as afraid of death as Chloe must have confessed all the organization’s secrets. Would she still have a hand chopped off?” “Laughable.” Although he said so, his gaze unconsciously fell on Chloe’s severed arm. The empty forearm had no continuation. Blood so red it was blinding soaked the gauze, dripping onto the ground, forming a mirror-like puddle. He unconsciously furrowed his brows, a place in his heart aching dully. But soon, remembering the scene of being betrayed by Chloe, that softness in his heart vanished. He exhaled, his eyes clearly saying: “Chloe, if you knew this would happen, why did you do it back then?” 6 December 19, 1986, 3:10 PM. Lucas finally believed this was the enemy’s interrogation video of Chloe. This time, a naked man wearing a black hood got off Chloe’s body. Then, another one got on. Still that sentence, “Will you talk?” Chloe cried heart-wrenchingly, biting one man’s ear, but without teeth, the other party felt no pain or itch. “Animals!” “I’ll kill you!” Her mouth full of blood, screaming until her voice cracked. The hatred bursting from her eyes was like a raging fire, threatening to burn the whole world to the ground. Lucas, sitting on the sofa, tried to stand up abruptly but lost his balance and fell to the floor. “General!” The guard rushed to help. Lucas trembled all over, his face paler than Chloe’s. “It must be fake, fake!” “Chloe already surrendered, how could they still treat her like this!” He gripped the guard’s sleeve tightly, tears falling continuously. His heart felt like it was being squeezed hard, suffocating him. He could only breathe desperately. The recording didn’t stop; Chloe’s screams continued. “Lucas! Save me!” “Save me!” “Lucas… boohoo…” Her helpless voice was like a knife, carving out Lucas’s heart piece by piece. He crawled all the way to the screen, protecting Chloe’s image with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably. “Chloe, where are you, where are you!” “I forgive you, I forgive you, I’m coming to save you!” “Wait for me to save you…” He pounded the screen hard, hating that he couldn’t rush in. No matter how he shouted, those beasts wouldn’t stop until they tortured Chloe half to death before giving up. And at this moment, Lucas had completely fainted in front of the screen. 7 When he woke up again, Lucas could no longer hate Chloe. He would rather be betrayed by Chloe again than have her suffer, just wanting her to live well. “Where’s the tape?” Lying in the hospital bed, he spoke with a hoarse voice. The guard advised him with a pained expression, “General, don’t watch it anymore.” “I think Comrade Chloe must have been killed.” “Today is already December 30th.” More than ten days, Chloe was probably more dead than alive. Lucas’s heart ached, eyes reddening. He tried his best to hold back tears, but they broke through. “Show me.” He ordered masochistically. “General…” The guard wanted to persuade him more but was scolded by Lucas. “Show me!” “Chloe must still be alive!” His eyes widened, filled with stubborn obsession. The guard sighed and continued playing the tape for Lucas. 8 December 20, 1986, 3:10 PM. Chloe, covered in scars, had completely lost the light in her eyes. She was like a piece of lifeless meat, tied to a wooden stake, left to be slaughtered. “Will you talk?” That voice sounded again. Chloe didn’t speak. Her dry, blood-stained lips moved, but ultimately no sound came out. “Is it worth suffering so much just not to implicate Lucas?” “He escaped, will be promoted and get rich, living the good life.” “What about you?” This was the soft approach after the hard failed, a common interrogation tactic. Lucas’s hand gripping the sheet tightened, even his breathing stagnated. In the picture, Chloe’s eyes stared straight at the ground, but the corners of her mouth lifted easily. “If I expose him, where will Lucas have a way to live?” “Better I be the bad guy, cut off his longing, and win him a chance at life…” As her voice fell, she closed her eyes, tears mixed with blood sliding from her eyes. Lying in bed, Lucas wept a river, raising his hand to slap his own face fiercely. “Lucas Lu! You bastard!” “Why are you so stupid!” “Why didn’t you take Chloe with you!” “The one who should suffer is you! It’s you!” Lucas cried until he passed out again.

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My sister hated “trophy wives.” Even when our mother secured a huge contract to pay for her medical bills, after recovering, she just sneered: “Even if you drank until your stomach bled for that contract, it was still an opportunity given by a man. “A strong, independent woman should step over men to rise, not beg for their charity!” Later, when Mom was framed and thrown into prison, the billionaire heir to the city’s most powerful family reached out to her: “Be my woman, and I’ll help your mother with the lawsuit.” My sister slapped his hand away: “Even if Mom dies in prison, I won’t be a parasitic flower dependent on a man!” I begged the best lawyer to help me, promising to marry him. But my sister tore up the key evidence right in court: “With our mother in prison, instead of trying to turn the tide yourself, you used her misfortune as an excuse to cling to a man. I don’t have a sister like you!” Mom died unjustly in prison. I became the unfilial daughter everyone despised, ending up on the streets. My sister, however, caught the eye of a famous movie star because of her “heroic” stance in court, and was pampered by him daily. Facing my questions, she just sneered: “We are true love. How am I dependent on him? “You, on the other hand, are a shameless, love-struck trophy wife, a disgrace to our family!” I died with resentment. When I opened my eyes again, my sister was slapping away the billionaire heir’s hand, scolding him. I pushed her aside and hugged the heir’s leg: “She won’t, but I will!” 1 My sister, Sarah, sat in the rain, staring at me in a daze. She didn’t really mean to reject Julian Shen. She just didn’t expect Julian to actually leave after she slapped him. Julian was indeed interested in a challenge, but not to the point of complete submission. Julian Shen, the billionaire heir, was stunned for a moment: “You will?” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my face, looking up at him from the most pitiful angle: “As long as Mr. Shen fights the lawsuit for my mother, I’ll do anything.” I wasn’t as stunningly beautiful as my sister. But I had a gentle, girl-next-door look, perfect for playing the victim. Julian frowned: “You…” “Slut!” A slap landed hard on my face. Sarah pushed me into the rain: “You’d stoop so low to cling to a man! Can’t you rely on yourself when Mom is in danger? Do you want to save Mom or just be a trophy wife!” Seeing another slap coming, I didn’t yield like in the past. I grabbed her hand and slapped her back. Then, not giving her time to react, I flipped over and sat on her, grabbing her collar and shouting: “Then tell me what to do! “Don’t forget why Mom was framed! “If you hadn’t accused Mom of clinging to power and wanting to be the partner’s trophy wife in front of them, would his wife have targeted Mom? “You created this mess and can’t fix it, yet you won’t let me save Mom!” She covered her face, incredulous: “You hit me… You dared to hit me! You’d hit me just to be a trophy wife!” Slap! Another slap landed on her face, silencing her. I pulled her collar closer: “This slap is for Mom. “As long as I can save Mom, call me a trophy wife, love-struck, or a slut all you want! I’ll be it! “If you don’t have another way, don’t stop me from saving her!” Thunder roared as rain pounded the ground. My body suddenly stiffened— In the heat of the moment, I lost my composure in front of Julian. What if he was disappointed in me? I looked up; the rain no longer fell on me. Julian was holding an umbrella over me. I knelt on the ground, looking up at him. “Come with me.” His voice was calm. But unquestionable. 2 Getting out of the car, I wrapped a dry towel around myself and looked at the estate before me. Butlers and servants were already waiting at the door with awnings. Julian held the umbrella for me. Still wet, I stumbled as I lifted my foot. “Careful.” Julian’s voice was as steady as his demeanor. He glanced at my bare feet and scooped me up into his arms. The rain on me soaked into his bespoke suit. Seeing he didn’t mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stiffened briefly but quickly resumed his pace. “Mr. Shen, can you really save my mother?” “I can.” He placed me on the sofa, looking down at me: “Then, are you with me willingly, or forced?” This question was tricky. Because obviously, I was acting out of necessity. But if I answered honestly and he wasn’t satisfied, what if he refused to help? I looked at him with wet eyes: “I dare not answer.” “Why?” “I’m afraid you won’t believe I truly love you.” He let out a low chuckle: “Go, take a shower.” Then he turned and left. I thought he went to prepare too. But after I washed up and waited for a long time, he didn’t return. Thinking of my mother in prison, I ran out without even putting on shoes. Guided by the butler, I pushed open the study door. 3 “Why are you here?” He opened the file in his hand. I walked up, pressed down the file, straddled his lap, took off his rimless glasses, and kissed him. Julian’s breath hitched, pushing me away slightly: “So impatient?” I hugged his neck: “Didn’t you bring me back for this?” He glanced at my feet and lifted me up: “I don’t make a habit of taking advantage of people in danger.” I kissed his Adam’s apple: “I’m willing, Mr. Shen.” Fine kisses landed on his neck. I heard his heartbeat quicken. I didn’t care about my sister’s “trophy wife” accusations. If he didn’t go further, I couldn’t ask him to find a lawyer for Mom. A reciprocal relationship makes it easier to ask for things. He finally grabbed my wandering hand: “Don’t touch randomly…” “Mr. Shen…” I whispered in his ear: “I’m willing to do anything for you.” The hand holding mine tightened. The next second, he picked me up and walked silently towards the bedroom. 4 The next day, a team of professional lawyers from the Gu family contacted me. Ignoring my aching back, I rushed to meet them. But not far from the door, I was suddenly dragged into an alley. Before I could see who it was, my collar was ripped open: “Chloe Song, you slut! What did you do with Mr. Shen last night!” My sister pulled down my collar, revealing the hickeys on my neck: “What, you love serving men that much? Can’t live without a man, huh? How can I have such a cheap sister!” I didn’t cover my neck, just sneered at her: “I never understood why you always preach that women should be independent and not rely on men, yet when you scold women, it’s full of male gaze and misogyny. “Oh~ I get it, you’re just a ‘pick-me’ girl using the anti-trophy wife persona to attract men.” Slap! A slap hit my face. Sarah’s chest heaved: “It was you who climbed into Mr. Shen’s bed, not me!” “So you’re jealous?” “Chloe! You!” Seeing her hand raised again, I caught it and slapped her back. This slap was merciless. Carrying the resentment from my past life. Sarah leaned against the wall, covering her face, stunned. Finally, she gritted her teeth and sneered: “You don’t think you really got Mr. Shen, do you? “He’s someone who won’t be satisfied until he gets what he can’t have. Bringing you back was just to provoke me. “Believe it or not, as soon as I turn back, he’ll kick you out immediately?” I paused. Actually, she wasn’t entirely wrong. Julian and I had only met once, but he had had his eyes on my sister for a long time. It wasn’t impossible that he brought me back to provoke her. If she was like me, willing to sacrifice everything to save Mom, I wouldn’t fight her for a man. But she loved to refuse urgent help under the banner of being a “strong independent woman.” I dared not yield Julian to her. I had to hold onto Julian no matter what. Until Mom was saved! “Remember, Julian is mine now, and he will only recognize me. “I am effectively the mistress of the Shen household now. If you don’t know what’s good for you, I won’t care about our sisterly bond.” Sarah choked me: “Who do you think you are? Since when is it your turn to show off in front of me?” Just as I was resisting, her eyes widened. She grabbed my hand and slapped herself hard, falling to the ground with a cry. Before I could react, my wrist was grabbed from behind. Julian’s voice came from above: “What are you doing?”

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Top-tier movie star Sebastian Hayes posts on Twitter: “Who stole my dog!” An hour later, my alt account posting pictures of the dog was doxxed. Soon, netizens discovered: “Isn’t that Sebastian’s dog?!” “This kid actually dared to steal the movie star’s dog? Everyone knows that dog is his precious baby!” “He’s done for. Wait for the lawsuit!” But no one knows, the dog followed me willingly. Because it was the token of love I gave to Sebastian. 1 It’s common knowledge that movie star Sebastian Hayes loves dogs. Especially the one he raised himself, named “Moon.” He can go a month without posting a selfie, but he absolutely cannot go without posting a picture of his dog. His fans say if you want to capture Sebastian’s heart, you first need to capture Moon’s heart. But that night at nine, Sebastian suddenly tweeted: “Who stole my dog!” The exclamation mark at the end practically screamed his rage through the screen. Fans and passersby were stunned. [OMG, who dares to steal Moon? They’re dead meat!] [Dog thief! Give Moon back to Sebastian!] [I can imagine Sebastian thinking about Moon being gone and losing sleep all night.] [If I can find Moon, will… Sebastian date me? Hehe.] [I feel like he’d give you his life if you did.] Meanwhile, the “dog thief” everyone was talking about—me—was happily walking the Samoyed outside. This dog was the love token I gave Sebastian, but after we broke up, he forcibly kept the dog. He wouldn’t let me see it and posted pictures all day to tempt me. As one of the dog’s owners, could I tolerate this? So, on the 38th night of him hogging the dog, I found out his schedule, sneaked into his house, and vowed to steal the dog back. Who knew the moment I opened the door, I locked eyes with Moon’s round, bulging eyes. Moon’s pupils dilated instantly. He obediently held the leash in his mouth and spun around excitedly, as if he knew I was there to pick him up. I patted his fluffy head with satisfaction, took the leash, and carefully slipped away. Moon was super excited the whole way, tail wagging non-stop. I smirked triumphantly. Seems Moon still likes me more. Sebastian can have the dog’s body, but he can’t have its heart. Besides, the dog followed me willingly. How can you call that stealing? 2 Watching the dog frolic and act cute on the grass, my heart felt warm. I couldn’t help but snap a nine-grid photo set with my phone. After taking them, I specifically posted these nine photos to my alt Twitter account with the caption: [The cutest baby in the world is with me.] This alt account had zero followers and followed no one. It was purely for my unhinged rants. Usually, no one comments, but today my notifications were blowing up. Ding dong, ding dong, non-stop. Does everyone else think my dog is super cute too? Makes sense, but something felt off. Confused, I clicked open the comments. [Isn’t that Sebastian’s dog?!] [This kid actually dared to steal the movie star’s dog? Everyone knows that dog is his precious baby!] [He’s done for. Wait for the lawsuit!] I kinda understood, but also kinda didn’t. My dog theft was discovered so quickly? It had only been an hour. I found Sebastian’s Twitter, clicked in, and saw his pinned tweet about the stolen dog. I was silent for a moment, then hurriedly deleted all content on that account and deactivated it. Terrified anyone would find out any info. Then I took the dog back to my place, played with him for a bit, and fell asleep. 3 The next day, before I even opened my eyes, there was a bang bang on the door. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened the door to see my manager’s angry face. I raised an eyebrow: “Early menopause? Who pissed you off?” Just then, the Samoyed trotted over on his little legs, white fur flying in the air, staring blankly at my manager. My manager pointed a trembling finger at the Samoyed, his voice filled with grief like he was terminally ill: “What is this? I’m asking you, what is this?” I grinned mischievously, rubbing Moon’s head vigorously: “My dog! Cute, right?” I raised my eyebrows, signaling him to give a compliment. Instead, my manager had a breakdown, screaming right there, his sharp voice piercing through the floors: “Ahhh! Cute my ass! Who told you to steal the movie star’s dog? Ah! Now the whole internet knows you’re a dog thief.” I pondered for a second. Who could know? I already deactivated the account. Thinking of this, I lay calmly on the sofa and said leisurely: “Don’t worry, I handled it perfectly.” The next second, my manager pulled out his phone, opened a page, and shoved it in my face. I stared for three seconds. Huh? What! Sebastian, you bastard! On the screen was Sebastian’s new tweet with a video attached. In the video, a man sneakily arrived at the door, skillfully entered the passcode, and entered the room. About 30 seconds later, he led a chubby Samoyed out. The Samoyed in the video was obviously very happy, grinning from ear to ear, tail wagging non-stop, and kept rubbing against the man’s leg. He even specifically tagged me in this tweet with the caption: [Dog thief, give me back my dog @TylerXu] I’m a D-list celebrity. Before this, I participated in a variety show and got maliciously edited, resulting in my social media being full of haters. But since I flopped pretty hard, there weren’t that many haters. Sebastian’s move pushed me straight into the eye of the storm. At this moment, I was as devastated as my manager. But after a moment’s thought, I realized: dog in hand, world in hand. I don’t care what people say about me. Thinking of this, I clicked open the comments directly. [Can I say the dog looks like it went willingly… sorry, should I not say that?] [Can I say the man in the surveillance video looks kinda hot? Which star is he? I’m gonna follow him rn.] [This guy looks like he knows his way around. Is there a story between them?] [I can only say the internet has no memory. This guy bullied male guests on a variety show before, and now he dares to steal the movie star’s dog. His character has always been rotten.] [For real… then I’m unfollowing. Stealing dogs isn’t cool.] 4 Looking at these comments, I couldn’t help but smirk. Seems many people noticed the dog was willing. I am the dog’s owner! Besides, I don’t rely on the internet or variety shows to eat. What use are fans to me? And with so many haters already, what’s a few more? Thinking of this, I replied directly under Sebastian’s comment section: “Who are you? Stop clout chasing.” Less than three seconds later, Sebastian replied: “You better not be home tonight.” I could even feel him gritting his teeth behind the screen. That’s the effect I wanted. So I replied: “Moved already.” Sebastian: “…” Seeing Sebastian speechless, I tossed my phone aside and laughed out loud. My manager looked at me like he wanted to die, finally shaking his head helplessly: “How can you choose to completely rot just because of malicious editing?” I patted his shoulder to comfort him: “My brother inherited the family business. I don’t need to manage anything and still have endless money. Why must I stay in show business?” “I only joined that show for fun. Who knew it would be so boring and I’d get slandered. Talking about it just brings tears.” “Just rot with me in peace. My brother’s money won’t treat you badly.” “And my brother works abroad all the time, so don’t bother him with these small things.” My heartfelt speech made the manager nod repeatedly, finally choosing to rot with me. Rotting is an attitude, and I’ve implemented this attitude perfectly from the start. Just then, there was another knock on the door. Sebastian’s reply suddenly popped into my mind. Could he have found me? Impossible, impossible. I already moved, and only my manager and brother know this new location. I hesitated, walked up to the peephole, and saw nothing outside. Is it a prank? There are many kids in this neighborhood who like to knock on doors randomly. I’m used to it. Thinking of this, I rolled up my sleeves, planning to teach the prankster a lesson. I swiftly opened the door and looked out. The next second, a large hand grabbed my wrist. I couldn’t help but let out a sharp scream. The sound just came out when it was blocked by Sebastian’s other large hand. My pupils dilated in shock. How did Sebastian find me?

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After transmigrating into a novel, the System ordered me to suppress the male lead. The original lines were: “Loser, with your measly salary, being with me is the greatest gift you’ll ever receive.” “Other people’s boyfriends drive luxury cars, what do you have? You’ll never give me a good life.” However, what came out of my mouth was: “If my sweet boyfriend can treat me this well with a few thousand dollars, imagine how happy I’d be if he made tens of thousands!” “With you treating your girlfriend so well, success is just a matter of time. I’ll be right here waiting for that day, won’t I?” The System sputtered in panic: [Host, you’re supposed to suppress him to make him stronger, not act coquettish!] I rolled my eyes: “Who says you have to suppress someone to make them stronger?” 1 I transmigrated into the role of the male lead’s vicious ex-girlfriend and was forced by the System to follow the plot. My mission was to constantly put down the male lead, Liam. Once it reached a certain point, I had to dump him ruthlessly. In his misery, the male lead would work hard and achieve great success in just three years. Then, the destined female lead would appear and heal him with love. However, at this point, I was supposed to regret my actions, turn around, and pester him endlessly, using every means to break him and the female lead apart. In the end, the male lead would fall into depression and commit suicide at the age of 30. A qualified ex should stay dead. The System said that as long as I successfully completed the mission, I would receive a reward of five million dollars, a new identity, and a fresh start in a strange city. 2 At this moment, Liam just came back from delivering food. He worked three jobs a day to support me, his lazy girlfriend. The System urgently came online. [Host, start the plot.] [Your line is: You make peanuts all day and come back so late, are you trying to starve me?] Yes, I didn’t lift a finger and waited for Liam to come back and cook for me every day. After Liam entered, I said the line given by the System. As result, the corners of Liam’s mouth turned down, and he innocently took out a cup of hot milk tea from his pocket. “Drink this first, I’ll go cook.” I cursed inwardly: This character setting is too vicious. Liam busied himself in the kitchen, stir-frying shredded potatoes and boiling shrimp. Probably because shrimp was too expensive, there were only nine in the dish. After peeling all the shrimp, Liam pushed them all in front of me and said carefully: “Eat up, the shrimp is very fresh today.” My heart felt like it was scratched hard. No one had ever peeled shrimp for me since I was little. The System’s untimely voice appeared. [Your line is: You’re only good for this, otherwise who would want you.] [Then eat all the shrimp.] I thought for a moment and blurted out: “I want you so much. Good things should be shared.” So I put four shrimp in his bowl. A trace of joy overflowed on Liam’s face, but he then put the shrimp back. “I like shredded potatoes, don’t give them to me, eat them while they’re hot.” My throat suddenly tightened. I remembered when I was in the orphanage, I could only eat good food during festivals. Damn it, even after dying and transmigrating, I still couldn’t have a good life. At this time, the System finally reacted. [Host, what are you doing?] [Not following the plot will result in punishment!] “What punishment?” I asked back. [You only have three chances to make mistakes, otherwise you will be electrocuted.] “Oh, remind me when it’s the last time.” 3 Before going to work every day, Liam would make breakfast in advance and keep it warm in the pot for me to eat when I woke up. I asked the System and learned that the original owner usually got up at eleven, ate, and then played games or went shopping. She demanded good food and clothes. Liam’s salary of eight thousand was often not enough for her, plus rent and utilities, forcing Liam to take two part-time jobs simultaneously. “What’s the difference between this and a parasite?” The System coughed twice: [Host, you are that parasite now.] I really wanted to curse. In the afternoon, following the System’s prompt, I went to the most prosperous shopping street in the city. I looked around roughly; any piece of clothing here cost one or two thousand. Forget it, it’s not that I can’t afford it, but Temu is more cost-effective. After walking around for a long time, I finally bought two pairs of socks for Liam. If I saw correctly yesterday, his socks had holes in them. At this time, the System asked me to call Liam and ask him to transfer money to me. But since Liam hadn’t been paid yet, he had no money, so he would get a scolding from me. System: [Just say: You can’t even take out this little money, what kind of boyfriend are you?] However, as soon as the call connected, I didn’t follow the System’s instructions but smiled and said: “I’m a scammer, send me money quickly.” Liam on the other end recognized my voice and said somewhat dotingly: “Yes, my little scammer.” I’m crying, he’s just too good. The System urgently spoke up: [Host, if you don’t follow the plot, you’ll really cry.] I couldn’t help but retort: “Do I have to say those nasty words? The meaning is the same, isn’t it enough to achieve the goal?” [Our goal is to suppress the male lead. Only after you leave him will he climb up step by step in unwillingness.] “But isn’t he working hard enough now?” “Getting up early and working late for three jobs every day, and coming back to take care of me.” “Is it possible that he just hasn’t met his opportunity yet?” [Host, I advise you not to be too rebellious.] 4 Liam eventually managed to gather three thousand dollars and personally delivered it to me. “Afraid something happened to you, I specifically asked the boss for two hours of leave.” I clutched the three thousand dollars in my hand, my heart sour. Liam currently works in a financial company, does internet promotion in his spare time, and delivers food after work. These three thousand dollars take him half a month of part-time work to earn, but in my hands, it might just be the cost of a piece of clothing. Sensing my mood was wrong, Liam rubbed my hair and asked: “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, since you’re out, accompany me for a stroll.” While holding Liam’s arm, I listened to the System arrange the next plot point. [Later you will meet a college classmate, and this classmate’s boyfriend is a rich second generation driving a luxury car worth millions. After seeing this, you felt unbalanced and went back to have a fight with Liam.] Just as the System said, not long after strolling, we met that classmate. She sat in her rich boyfriend’s luxury car and greeted us. “Isn’t this Jenny? You’re still with Liam? Can a poor boy like him afford to support you?” After speaking, she looked at us with disdain. I was angry and cursed: “None of your business, mind yourself.” She laughed instead of getting angry: “Oops, I originally thought for the sake of being classmates, I’d introduce my boyfriend’s brothers to you. Now it seems you don’t need it.” Then she dropped a “Serve you right for being poor” and rolled up the window. After they left, I secretly observed Liam’s expression and breathed a sigh of relief when I found nothing unusual. Unexpectedly, the System started causing trouble again. [Host, you need to start getting angry, and then say angrily: Other people’s boyfriends drive luxury cars, what do you have? Following you, I will never live a good life.] [Then start a cold war with Liam.] Not only did I not get angry, but I also deliberately changed the subject. “Liam, treat me to something delicious, okay?” Liam stared at me for a while, a smile blooming on his face. “Okay, let’s have a good meal today.” Saying that, he took me to a Western restaurant. Just looking at the decoration inside, I knew it must be expensive. I tugged at Liam’s sleeve and whispered: “Let’s go eat hot pot instead. Treat me here when you get a raise.” A trace of self-blame flashed in Liam’s eyes, and then he pulled me into his arms forcefully. “Sorry, I’m useless, making you hesitate even for a meal. Believe me, I will work hard to give you a good life.” I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled: “Okay, I’ll wait for you. You must do your best.” As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a sizzling sound in my mind. Then the System’s countdown: [Number of plot violations exhausted, punishment will begin, 3, 2…] Didn’t I ask it to remind me? Soon, a strong electric current rushed through my body, and I instinctively screamed: “Ah—” It hurts so much. Liam didn’t know what happened to me, his face full of panic. “Jenny, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me…” The punishment wasn’t over, and I couldn’t speak from the pain. I only saw Liam’s eyes were scary red. “I’ll take you to the hospital, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” I opened my mouth, really wanting to tell him I was fine, it would pass soon, don’t waste that money. Damn System!!!

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