During finals week, my crush happened to sit across from me. On the surface, I was studying. Internally, I was screaming “Hubby.” [Hubby’s Adam’s apple is so big, I wanna kiss it. Speaking of big, I wonder if Hubby’s…] [Gray sweatpants really do show everything!] [Ugh, studying is torture. I just want Hubby to punish me.] What I didn’t know was that my aloof crush could hear every thought. 1 College finals week. In the library. My brain was fried from cramming. Open book— [Napoleon and Josephine.] Close book— [Napoleon married Josephine?] [Wait, wasn’t Josephine also involved with someone else? Imagine the drama back then. History is basically a soap opera.] [Ahhh, I’m going crazy! This is why I didn’t study for the first sixteen weeks, isn’t it? Too much celebrity gossip! Ugh, brain, memorize this! I really don’t want to fail!] [College wins. I didn’t even care this much about the SATs, but college finals are mandatory passing? Someone set me up.] “Tsk, who is that? Can you shut up?” Sitting opposite me, the campus heartthrob, Paxton, slammed his book on the table. He stood up slowly, frowning as he scanned the room coldly. The other students were instantly silenced, too scared to even breathe. After all, the Pei family donated five lab buildings to the school. No one messed with the eldest son of the Pei family. Being closest to him, my mind went blank for a second. [Huh? Was someone talking and disturbing Hubby? Why didn’t I hear it? Did my mental reciting bother him?] [But I was reciting in my head! I didn’t make a sound!] [Forget it, maybe I flipped the pages too loudly and annoyed Hubby’s eyes. I should move. It would be a disaster if Hubby hated me.] While thinking this, I packed my books into my bag and stood up to leave. Paxton narrowed his long, handsome eyes, glanced down at me, a flicker of darkness passing through his gaze. “Sorry, miss. I must be hallucinating from stress. Didn’t scare you, did I?” He called out to stop me. 2 I froze, shaking my head slightly. I lowered my head, face burning, not daring to speak to him, only sneaking glances. Inside, I was fangirling hard: [Ahhh! Hubby talked to me first!] [Guess Hubby wasn’t talking about me. No need to move, yay!] [Hubby looks even hotter when he’s angry (＾－＾)! Must look more while I can! Profit! Hehe.] [Good thing it’s hot today. Hubby is wearing a thin white shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, huge Adam’s apple—all on display. Drool. Hubby’s Adam’s apple is so big, I wanna kiss it.] [By the way, speaking of big, I wonder if Hubby’s…] My gaze drifted downward. Paxton’s tall, lean body suddenly stiffened. A flush spread from his handsome cheeks to his ears. He grabbed the black windbreaker from the back of his chair, put it on quickly, and zipped it all the way up, covering exactly what I wanted to see, before sitting back down. Seeing this, I quickly sat down too. Afraid someone else would take the seat if I was a second late. After all, the line of girls chasing Paxton stretched from school to his villa. Don’t know what luck I had today. There were plenty of empty seats when he came in, but he chose the one opposite me. Lucky day! His roommate sitting next to him whispered: “Pax, aren’t you afraid of heatstroke bundling up like that?” Paxton stared absently at his textbook, his peripheral vision drifting towards me. His thin lips pressed into a line as he replied coolly: “Mm, AC is too cold.” My mood instantly plummeted. Mechanically taking out my books, I pretended to study while zoning out: [Boohoo, heard men are afraid of cold because of kidney deficiency. Such a pity for Hubby’s god-tier face if he’s useless.] [Wait, Hubby’s roommate is on the basketball team too. Not as hot as Hubby, but at least functional. Should I switch husbands?] [So many hot guys in the world, if this one fails, I’ll switch. As long as the new one is good enough, I’ll forget the old one~] With some regret, my gaze shifted from Paxton to his roommate. [Damn, we college girls need to look at jock pecs to survive finals week.] But before I could appreciate the view. Zip. Paxton unzipped his jacket quickly, taking it off as if urgently trying to stop something. 3 My eyes were drawn back to him. Maybe because of the heat, his pale face was now flushed like he was drunk. At the same time, his long fingers undid the buttons of his white shirt, one by one. “Eh? Pax, weren’t you cold? Why take off the jacket? And unbuttoning?” His roommate looked at him weirdly. “Honestly, you look like you’re stripping…” Paxton lifted his eyelids lazily, glancing at me imperceptibly. His lips curved slightly as he interrupted: “Felt hot with the jacket on.” A breeze blew from the window. “Achoo.” The roommate sneezed unexpectedly. “Then lend me the jacket, I’m suddenly cold.” Paxton unbuttoned slowly with one hand, throwing the jacket to him with the other, sneering: “So afraid of cold… kidney deficiency?” “Screw you.” The roommate put on the jacket and punched him. Paxton unbuttoned three buttons before stopping. Then, he picked up his pen casually and started working. But when he leaned forward, his broad, pale chest was exposed right in front of me. Below the sharp collarbones were firm, looming pecs. Combined with that alpha face, it was so hot I couldn’t look away. This face, this body, definitely better than any top idol! My heart pounded, hand trembling as I held my pen, swallowing saliva uncontrollably: [Boohoo, wanna touch Hubby’s pecs, wanna make Hubby eat me out.] [Wait, if I drop my pen on purpose and bend down to pick it up, I can peek at Hubby’s…] [No, no, isn’t that too obvious? If Hubby catches me, he’ll hate me. But I really wanna see…] Just as I was thinking this. Paxton’s hand shook, and the pen in his hand fell to the floor, rolling right to my feet. [Ahhh! God! Am I your favorite granddaughter?! You spoil me too much!] Next instant, Paxton slowly looked up at me, his eyes dark: “Um, miss, could you pick up my pen for me? Thanks.” For some reason, his usually cold, noble voice sounded inexplicably husky and deep. “O-okay.” I nodded blankly, brain fried by his beauty. Trying hard to suppress a grin, I pretended to be expressionless, bent down slowly, reached for the pen, but my eyes naughtily drifted towards a certain place. [Gray sweatpants really do show everything.] [Boohoo, finals are so hard, I’m breaking down, I want Hubby to punish me.] “Pax, I’m going to the bathroom, you coming?” The roommate nudged the upright Paxton. Paxton’s handsome lips curved up almost imperceptibly: “No, it’s… inconvenient for me to get up right now.” “Fine, I’ll go myself.” Low voices came from above the table. I snapped back to reality, grabbed the pen quickly, sat up blushing, and handed the pen to Paxton guiltily. “H-here, y-your pen.” “Mm, thanks.” Paxton reached out slowly. My hand shook, accidentally touching his cool fingertips. [I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead. What luck today, I touched Hubby’s hand!!!] [AHHHHH!!!] Dizzied, warm blood flowed from my nose unbidden. I reached out to wipe it blankly. But the more I wiped, the more it flowed. Paxton grabbed the tissue box, pulled out a few sheets, and handed them to me. “Miss, are you under too much pressure from finals?” His slightly aggressive gaze fixed on me, Adam’s apple rolling: “Do you need me to… help you relieve some stress?” Re-relieve? G-God, what kind of dirty talk is this?! I was so shocked my nosebleed stopped. Meanwhile, Paxton slipped a black-gold card into my hand, voice husky and low, carrying a hint of danger: “Miss, if you need anything, find me anytime.” Before I could react, he packed up and left without looking back. I looked down. The black-gold card was a key card for the five-star hotel near campus! My face burned instantly. Wait, does he mean what I think he means? Who started the rumor that he was abstinent?! Some people even guessed he was gay because he rejected the school beauty on the first day. Didn’t expect Paxton, who looked like a gentleman, to be so wild… The library closing bell rang abruptly. Startled, I looked up at the clock. Just past nine. What? Why is the library closing two hours early today? No time to think, I packed up messily and left. 4 Following the room number on the card, I took the hotel elevator nervously. Even my toes could guess what would happen tonight. I clutched the box of ultra-thin 0.01 XL condoms I just bought, heart racing. Wonder if this box is enough? Seven times a night… Can I handle that? Lost in thought. Before I knew it, I was at the door of the presidential suite at the end of the top floor hallway. Faint sound of running water came from inside. Paxton is showering?! Heart pounding deafeningly, I told myself to stay calm. But when swiping the card, my hand shook so much it wouldn’t open. Deep breath, ready to try again. Click. The heavy mahogany door was pulled open by a large hand. Fresh mint soap scent mixed with clear male hormones hit my face. I looked up blankly. Paxton stood there in a very open white bathrobe, leaning lazily against the cabinet. The belt was loosely tied around his lean waist. His massive pecs rose and fell slowly with his breath, making me dizzy. He looked down at me casually, grabbed a water bottle, and drank. Water droplets fell from his hair, sliding down his rolling Adam’s apple, over his defined pecs, abs, v-line, all the way down… I gulped, feet nailed to the floor. “What? Not coming in? Standing guard?” Paxton stared at me with a half-smile. I snapped back. My brain, dazed by beauty, cleared up a bit. Thinking about what comes next. I suddenly felt cowardly. Subconsciously turned to run. Us college girls are like this. Talk big game about guys, making everything sound dirty. In reality, lives as bland as water, living like nuns, zero combat experience. A pair of hot hands grabbed my wrists from behind. Turned around. Bang. Paxton slammed the door shut. One hand on the door, the other loosely around my waist: “Trying to run? Too late.” Tone flirty and mean, eyes full of aggression. I looked up at him in disbelief. Wait, isn’t the legendary ice prince supposed to be restrained? Why so wild?! “W-what do you want?” “Late at night, alone together…” He chuckled, leaning in, deep eyes locking onto my face: “What do you think I want?” Too close. His hot breath drowned me, cold mint scent overwhelming me. I stopped breathing, body stiff as ice. Paxton smirked, lifted me with one arm, and strode towards the large round table in the suite. “On, on the table? I-isn’t that bad?” My face burned. Accidentally said my thoughts out loud. He turned to look at me, his dark eyes scary hot: “Where else?” “The bed?” Choked by his bluntness, I looked away in panic. Paxton put me on a chair, opened my… backpack, and placed my textbooks on the table one by one, neatly. I looked at him confused, thoughts flying wild: [What? Why take out textbooks?] [Is this some kinky roleplay? Teacher-student play?] [As expected of him, plays hard.] [How do I cooperate?] [Boohoo, Mr. Pei, no, don’t, gentle, slow down, please Mr. Pei~] [Wow, so shameful, so exciting, I like it.] While fantasizing. A pen was shoved into my hand. Paxton pulled out a chair, sat next to me, and opened the calculus textbook slowly with his long fingers: “Miss Ning, which problem can’t you solve? Come, Mr. Pei will teach you.” Tone serious. Fantasy shattered. Wait? This kind of teacher-student play? I looked up at him in disbelief: “Y-you said relieve stress, you meant teaching me calculus?” He blinked his peach blossom eyes, looking innocent: “Yeah, what else?” “If you learn it and aren’t scared of the final, no stress, right?” Did I really think wrong? Still unwilling to give up, I questioned him logically: “Wait? Can’t teach calculus in the library?! W-why bring me to a hotel room?! A-and dressed like this?! Who teaches calculus dressed like this?!” “Library would disturb others. Just showered, what else would I wear but a bathrobe?” Paxton flicked my forehead, tone helpless: “Miss Ning, I must remind you, if you keep thinking about nonsense and don’t study, you’ll really fail.” Heh, couldn’t tell. The usually selfish Young Master Pei is quite considerate. Actually caring if I, a stranger classmate, pass calculus?! Who understands the redemption of crush turning into calculus teacher? I don’t. Calculus! Go to hell!

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Working alone until midnight, I was just about to head home when a barrage of bullet comments suddenly floated across the sky. [Is this the lucky girl chosen by the male lead to be escorted home? She’s so average. If I saw her on the street, I wouldn’t even look twice.] [Yeah, totally. The male lead is handsome and rich. An average girl like her getting the chance to be pampered by him for free? Her ancestors must be blessing her from the grave.] [Stop being jealous upstairs. The male lead is just a knight protecting girls. He won’t stop for any woman. He’s the male lead for all women, destined to conquer them all.] I froze, stopping my hand from pushing the main door open. Calling harassment “knightly escort”? The audacity! Escort me? Does he even deserve to? I immediately dialed my three brothers. But just as the call connected, a man suddenly rushed toward me. 1 “Hi there! My name is Jayden Huang. I’m doing a challenge to walk 100 girls home safely at night. You’re the 20th lucky girl I’ve picked! Congratulations!” His voice pitched up, like I’d just won the lottery. But I just stared at him warily, head down, fingers flying across my phone screen to send my location to my brothers. Seemingly dissatisfied with my reaction, he shoved a camera in my face. “So, miss, how do you feel about being chosen by me?” He deliberately leaned in close, creating an ambiguously intimate angle. Too close. I smelled the cloying cologne on him. After working until midnight, my brain was already foggy. That smell made me want to puke. Suppressing the nausea, I took a big step back. “I don’t need you to walk me home. My family is already on their way. Please leave immediately!” I thought I made myself clear enough for him to back off politely. But he suddenly laughed out loud. And then, he reached out and affectionately bopped my nose. “It’s midnight. If someone was picking you up, they’d be here by now.” “Come on, I know you’re just shy and lying because you’re worried I’m a bad guy. Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. But I’m really not a bad guy. I just saw a girl alone this late and worried about your safety. I want to protect you and walk you home. Give me a chance?” “Relax, I’m just doing a challenge. I’ll be your knight and give you the most wonderful night. Just trust…” Before I could answer, he suddenly grabbed my hand, tilting his head and acting cute. Feeling the heat from his hand on my arm, a wave of disgust hit me. I yanked my arm away violently. After shaking him off, I scrubbed my arm with a tissue, hard enough to almost break the skin. Jayden’s hand froze in mid-air, disbelief written all over his face. The bullet comments exploded. [No way, no way. This basic girl actually rejected our handsome male lead? Does she own a mirror? Does she have the right to be picky?] [I don’t think it’s rejection. She’s probably playing hard to get. Doing this just to make our male lead remember her. After all, the harder it is to get, the more he’ll want it.] [I think so too. Aren’t women all like this? No means yes~] Come to think of it, he is the male lead in a harem novel. The author’s setting makes him practically irresistible to women. Jayden’s face darkened for a second, but he quickly reverted to his gentle persona to apologize: “Sorry, I crossed a line and scared you. But I really just want to walk you home to complete my challenge. Beautiful, can you help me out?” He rubbed his hands together, wheedling: “Please, pretty sister? I promised my fans I’d do this task. Just help me out~” Goosebumps erupted all over my skin. Gross. “No. My brothers will be here soon. Leave now.” “If you want to challenge walking someone home, find someone else. Not me.” I stopped looking at him and opened Candy Crush on my phone to kill time. Just as the “UNBELIEVABLE” sound effect played, Jayden walked dejectedly toward the main gate, hugging his helmet. Watching him leave, I let out a long breath. Luckily, there were surveillance cameras here. He wasn’t crazy enough to force me right here. I quickly exited the game and opened the chat with my brothers. Usually, when I worked late, they’d pick me up. Tonight, knowing I’d be working until midnight, I didn’t want to disturb their sleep, so I planned to Uber home. But because of this stranger-escorting Jayden, I didn’t dare take a car alone anymore. From here to the main road, there was a 500-meter blind spot with no cameras. If something happened there, even the police wouldn’t find me. The only safe option was to wait under the surveillance cameras for my brothers. Just ten more minutes, and they’d be here. But just then, Jayden came back. 2 He was holding a bouquet of flowers, walking toward me with deep affection in his eyes. I was completely grossed out. I didn’t expect him to be this persistent. “Didn’t I tell you to leave? Why are you back!” I grabbed the pepper spray in my bag, watching him warily. If he made any move, I’d let him have it. But Jayden just held the flowers out to me. “Miss, this is a token of my sincerity. Please accept it. I disturbed you so late at night. Once you take this, I’ll leave immediately.” His eyes were full of sincerity, as if he really just wanted to apologize. Thinking of those street-snap influencers I’d met before who were also persistent but just doing their job… My heart softened slightly. Maybe I was thinking too badly of him. I hesitated for a moment, preparing to reach out. The bullet comments appeared again. [Bros, here it comes! Another highlight moment for the male lead. Every time he gives flowers, no girl refuses. Waiting for the female lead to slap her own face.] [Haha, she’s gonna be sticking to the male lead like glue soon.] [All material girls. Can’t look away once they see flowers. Women are so cheap.] My heart tightened. I held my breath and took several large steps back. Only when I was a meter away from him did I let go of my nose and exhale. As long as he gives flowers, no girl refuses? How could there be such an effective method? My sixth sense reminded me of news about “obedient water”—drugs that make you compliant just by smelling them. “I don’t want your flowers! Get out!” Jayden’s face changed, explaining aggrievedly: “What’s wrong, sister? I’m just giving you flowers to apologize. Did you misunderstand something?” “Is it because you don’t like roses? Are you allergic to pollen? If you don’t want them, that’s fine. Don’t be angry. I’ll leave the flowers here and go.” The panic in his eyes wasn’t fake. For a moment, I wondered if I was overthinking it. But suddenly, dizziness surged in my brain, and I almost lost my balance. Jayden, who had just turned to leave, exclaimed: “Miss, are you okay?” He tried to come forward to support me. I gritted my teeth and shouted: “Get lost! Take your flowers and get lost!” Instead of leaving, he moved closer. I panicked: “I told you not to come near me! Do you not understand human language?” “If you don’t leave, do you want to wait for the police?” I glared at him fiercely, holding up my phone with “911” dialed. “Or do you want them to check what you sprinkled on these flowers? What dirty stuff are you hiding? Are you sure you can still be an influencer if this gets investigated?” At this, panic flashed in Jayden’s eyes. He seemed surprised that I knew. Seeing his expression, I knew I guessed right. I just wanted to bluff him, but he exposed himself. This is the so-called male lead in the book? Disgusting. There were no girls willing to be with him; they were all tricked. He used girls’ soft hearts to achieve his goals step by step. The dialing tone sounded, and Jayden’s face changed. I pressed the phone to my ear, glaring at him viciously: “Hello, I want to report a crime. Someone is…” Seeing I was serious, Jayden grabbed the flowers and ran away in a panic. Once he was gone, I collapsed onto the bench. My brain was heavy, my whole body weak. That drug was too strong. I only took a whiff, but it still got me. I looked at my phone, which had just died, and smiled. Luckily, I bluffed Jayden before it shut down. Otherwise, it would have been dangerous. I slapped my cheeks hard three times to stay awake. Now, I could either go back to my office on the 25th floor to charge my phone or walk 500 meters to the security booth to use their phone. Thinking it over, I decided to go back to my office. I was afraid Jayden hadn’t gone far and was waiting outside. The security booth was 500 meters away. Clenching my fists, I walked slowly toward the lobby elevator. Pressed 25. The elevator doors began to close. I leaned against the wall to rest. But the moment the doors were about to shut, a large hand blocked them. I snapped my eyes open. Jayden, holding the flowers, tilted his head and smiled sinisterly: “Sister, I thought about it. I still need to give you these flowers.” “Look at you. Phone dead, can’t reach your family. How can you go home alone? I still need to walk you. It’s safer that way…” I was struck by lightning, daring not to move. I didn’t expect him to stay and figure out my phone was dead. Immense panic engulfed me. In the enclosed space, the smell from the flowers grew stronger. The dizziness worsened. My whole body went limp. Jayden’s voice sounded distant. “Sister, come with me. I know you’re a good girl. You’ll say yes, right?” He reached out his hand to me. My remaining consciousness screamed to refuse, but my hand raised uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was fuzzy. Just as I was about to touch his hand, I bit my tongue hard. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, giving me a moment of clarity. I grabbed the pepper spray from my bag and sprayed it right in his eyes. The spicy smell filled the air. Jayden let out a blood-curdling scream. He never expected me to fight back, so I succeeded. I grabbed my bag, smashed him away with all my strength, and ran. Just then, a security guard was patrolling. I ran towards him. “Help! Help! Someone’s trying to kidnap me!” 3 The security guard was a middle-aged man in his 40s. We’d met before; he’d helped me with packages. Hearing my cry, he picked up his phone to call the police. “Misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding! Uncle, she’s my girlfriend. We just had a fight. It’s a lovers’ quarrel. You need to understand the situation before calling the police, or it’s filing a false report, and you’ll be responsible.” The guard thought he made sense and hung up. But he still tested him: “You say you’re this girl’s boyfriend. Tell me her name, what she does in the company, when is her birthday…” Jayden fell silent. I rejoiced. “Uncle, look, he can’t say it. I have nothing to do with him, I…” “Her name is Jane Huang, birthday April 20, 1997. She’s a video editor for a media company. She’s off late tonight because her colleague called in sick tomorrow, and she…” He squinted, reciting everything about me word for word. Even the details of my work were accurate. I felt like I’d fallen into an ice cave. How did he know all this? After hearing these details, the suspicion in the guard’s eyes faded significantly. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and grumbled: “I really don’t understand you young couples nowadays. Dating in an office building late at night? Go home quickly, stop wandering around outside.” Hearing this, Jayden nodded repeatedly: “Yes, you’re right. Sorry to delay your work. If I hadn’t run to buy flowers, we wouldn’t have been delayed so long.” He deliberately held up the roses. The guard, who still had a sliver of doubt, saw the flowers and patted Jayden’s shoulder. “You kid are quite romantic. Just be more considerate of the girl in the future…” Listening to these words, a wave of despair rose in my heart. I wanted to run, but my body had no strength. What if I ran out into the blind spot and got caught? But now the guard didn’t believe me and wouldn’t call the police. My phone was dead too. Did I have to go with him? No, never! I took a pen from my bag and held it to my throat. “Uncle, you know me. Please, help me call the police. He really isn’t my boyfr…” Before I finished, I fainted into Jayden’s arms. He intimately arranged my hair. “Really, you’re so old, yet so willful. Alright, alright, I’ll order that bag you wanted later.” I wanted to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t obey. I couldn’t make a sound. I could only see the bullet comments surging in the sky. [See, see? I told you this woman was playing hard to get. A gold digger…] [Acting. Still acting. Didn’t she fall into our handsome, dashing male lead’s arms in the end?] [Worthy of being a harem novel male lead. Just charming.] Jayden’s tone became even gentler. One hand on my waist, the other waving goodbye to the guard: “Uncle, we’re leaving now. Sorry to disturb your work.” Watching the guard’s back getting further away, despair welled up inside me. Tears fell like broken pearls. Jayden leaned into my ear, whispering so only we could hear: “It’s useless, Ms. Huang. I promised my fan I’d deliver you to his house. He paid me 200k. I’m taking that money, and as for you, I’m definitely delivering you.” I couldn’t speak at all. He took me to his motorcycle. He picked up the helmet prepared for me. Just then, familiar shouting came from ahead. My three brothers got out of a car. I tried to wave, but the helmet was jammed on my head, and his jacket thrown over me. “Damn it. If it weren’t for that accident causing a traffic jam, we wouldn’t have been stuck so long. And Jane’s phone isn’t going through.” Big Brother looked anxious. “Jane couldn’t have gotten into trouble, right? She said she was being harassed, and now she’s missing.” Second Brother was also frowning. “Let’s split up and look. Ask people around.” “Okay, split up.” Third Brother ran in my direction. But Jayden remained calm, provoking me as if for revenge: “Believe it or not, even if you were right in front of him, he wouldn’t recognize you. Who would think I’d be this bold?” He clamped my waist, mocking: “But since you want to greet your brother so much, let’s say hi before we go.” After speaking, Third Brother’s voice was right next to my ear. “Bro, have you seen a girl, about 165cm, big eyes, wearing a blue shirt, white skirt, oh right, and black-rimmed glasses?” Jayden shook his head with that “nice guy” look again. “Just got here myself, taking my girlfriend for a ride. Didn’t see her.” Hearing “girlfriend,” Third Brother looked at me. The helmet was so heavy I couldn’t turn my head. My mouth was numb; I couldn’t speak. I wanted to reach out, but Jayden held my hand tight. Third Brother looked at my jacket and quickly looked away. “Alright, won’t disturb you and your girlfriend then. Thanks.” Jayden smiled friendly, adding: “No problem. Hope you find your sister soon. Hope she’s safe.” Hearing me mentioned, Third Brother’s voice softened. “Thanks, bro.” Seeing Third Brother leave, Jayden stopped pretending. He sighed: “Jane Huang, oh Jane Huang. If you just agreed to let me take you, nothing would have happened. You had to resist. Now, my fan is anxious. You’re going to suffer.” The engine roared. I was utterly hopeless. I didn’t know who this fan was or why they were doing this to me. I closed my eyes, unable to accept my fate. If this was my future, I’d rather drag him down to hell with me. Just as I decided to headbutt him, a black Mercedes blocked the motorcycle. Big Brother got out. Second Brother held a bat. Third Brother gripped a brick. They were all glaring at Jayden. “Put my sister down right the f*ck now! Who said you could touch my sister?” Seeing the situation turn bad, Jayden pushed me off the bike and prepared to flee. But as soon as he turned, sirens wailed. The security guard was blocking the way with the police. I lay in Third Brother’s arms and passed out. 4 I woke up in the hospital. My parents and three brothers surrounded me. Seeing them, I couldn’t control my fear anymore and threw myself into their arms. Who would have thought I’d be targeted just for working overtime? Thinking of Jayden’s hateful face, I couldn’t stop shivering. “Brothers, where is that guy? Is he locked up?” Meeting my gaze, they all looked away. “Jane, according to the surveillance video, it only shows him pestering you, giving you flowers, you leaning in his arms, and leaving with him. He didn’t cause you substantial harm. The police just lectured him; they can’t charge him.” “How can they not charge him!” I was furious: “Bro, he went against my will, insisting on taking me home. I refused, so he drugged the flowers, knocked me out, and took me away. I…” “Right, the flowers! Just test the flowers, it proves he drugged me.” “Useless!” “He destroyed the flowers. We have no evidence.” Big Brother clenched his fists, panting heavily, and punched the wall. “That animal gave you flowers on purpose to pretend to be a suitor. Even if caught later, he can just claim it’s a relationship dispute.” “Who would have thought he’d drug the flowers? Without evidence, and with him being an influencer with 500k followers, if he uses public opinion, he could turn it back on us…” “Yeah, we suspect this isn’t his first time. Otherwise, how could he be so skilled?” Second Brother also frowned tightly. I looked around and saw my parents peeling oranges, Big Brother and Second Brother, but Third Brother was missing. “Where’s Third Brother? Mom, Dad, Brothers, where did he go?” He spoiled me the most; how could he not be here? Dad’s eyes turned red instantly: “It’s that animal. He tried to take you, so your Third Brother punched him a few times! He demanded an injury assessment, claimed he didn’t fight back, and demanded the police detain your brother for assault. He’s locked up.” “What! Third Brother just got first place in the civil service written exam. If he’s detained, how can he be a civil servant? What do we do?” I wiped my tears. “Third Brother prepared for a year for this job. I saw how hard he worked. It’s all my fault. I dragged him down.” “Why blame yourself? Blame that animal. If only we could find leverage on him…” Big Brother’s words struck me like lightning, clearing the chaos in my brain. I grabbed their hands and said: “Mom, Dad, Brothers, we might actually be able to find leverage.”

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When it came time to commit to a college, I rejected a full-ride offer from MIT and chose Harvard. The reason? My online crush goes there. Or so I thought. After I locked in my deposit, my crush texted me: “That’s crazy, a girl with a perfect 1600 SAT score just turned down an offer from our department.” 1600? What a coincidence, that’s my exact score. I was just about to text back a consolation message when he added: “If it were you, you would have kept our promise and come to MIT, right?” ??? MIT?! Wait… I thought he was at Harvard?! 1 Junior year was a disaster. I hit a wall in AP Physics C. My grades were stuck in the low B range, which was basically a death sentence for the Ivy League dreams I harbored. In a fit of anxiety, I was doom-scrolling TikTok when I found an account called [PhysicsPhreak]. This guy speed-ran the entire AP Physics exam in 60 minutes and scored a perfect 5 without even checking his work. I was shook. I binged every video on his profile and smashed that follow button. For the next two months, I liked every post and left a comment: “Understood. Thanks, OP! 🙏” I loved the way PhysicsPhreak explained things. He made the most dry, complex concepts sound fascinating. One day, I left a specific comment: “Hey OP, can you break down Maxwell’s Equations? I’m dying here.” I didn’t expect a reply. The next day, he posted a new video. The topic? Exactly what I asked for. As usual, it was just a GoPro angle of his hands and his voice—calm, deep, and methodical. He even pinned a comment: “If anyone has questions, drop them below. I’ll reply when I see them.” Was he talking to me? What a saint. Under his tutelage, I finally aced that unit. 2 That interaction broke the ice. We moved from comments to DMs. Whenever I got stuck, I’d message him. By the next video, he’d have an explanation woven into his content. I spent my breaks watching his videos—it was my only form of relaxation that also felt productive. By the time midterms rolled around, I scored a 98 on my Physics final. I excitedly DM’d him: “OP! I got a 98!” “Not bad. Keep it up.” Initially, I was just happy he saw it. But then I realized… he replied! I was buzzing with adrenaline. My grades skyrocketed across the board. Even my teachers were stunned. My desk mate, Zoe, looked at my test paper like it was an alien artifact. “Did you get a brain transplant? Spit it out! Did you hire a private tutor?” “No, just found someone online to answer a few questions.” “Who? Wait… are you e-dating?” She gasped. I shook my head frantically. “No, no!” We weren’t there yet. At most… it was a crush? I’m a sucker for intelligence. PhysicsPhreak was a genius; it was normal to admire him. I just wished I knew which university he attended. Maybe one day, we could meet up and compare notes in person. 3 Of course, that was just a fantasy. Our interaction was strictly limited to the internet. Until one day, I was logged into League of Legends. “Little N?” Who’s poking me? I squinted at the avatar. My eyes went wide. “PhysicsPhreak?!” [PhysicsPhreak]: “…I’m not a teacher, you can just call me by my handle.” I sent a panicked sticker. I didn’t realize this game had a “friends from other platforms” sync feature. He asked why I was gaming. “It’s a holiday,” I typed. He didn’t reply immediately. I mustered up the courage to send another message. “Phreak, you haven’t been posting videos lately.” [PhysicsPhreak]: “Been busy.” Oh… The chat went silent. Just as I thought he didn’t want to talk to me, he initiated a new topic. “How’s your physics coming along?” Me: “Great. Got a 96 on the last mock.” [PhysicsPhreak]: “What grade are you in?” Me: “Senior year is coming up.” “Mm. College apps soon then.” Well… not that soon. [PhysicsPhreak]: “If you have questions in the future, just ask.” I was flattered. I sent three grateful emojis in a row. Even after logging off, I felt lightheaded. I was chatting with my idol! And he followed me back! I just forgot to ask which university he went to. Whatever, there’s always next time. 4 The opportunity came sooner than expected. During a long weekend, I hopped back on League. “Little N?” Phreak again? Fate is crazy. He sent a message: “Since you’re here, want me to give you two physics problems to solve for fun?” […] Me: [Please spare me. I’m trying to relax.] He paused for a second. “Just kidding. Duo queue?” [Let’s go.] And just like that, I was in a party with PhysicsPhreak. He turned on his mic and introduced me to the lobby. “This is Little N. A friend I met recently. She’s still in high school, so take care of her.” “For sure! Hey, Little N, what role do you play?” Another guy with the handle [EinsteinFanboy] chimed in. “ADC.” And so, I played my first game with him. Turns out, Phreak wasn’t just a god at physics; he was a god at League too. He carried me so hard I felt weightless. “You’re amazing!” “Alright, that’s it for today,” Phreak typed. [EinsteinFanboy]: “Bro, why are you dipping so early? One more round!” [PhysicsPhreak]: “The kid needs to sleep. She’s growing. Needs to study.” “Oh, right, forgot haha. Little N, study hard. Come to our school when you graduate!” EinsteinFanboy said over voice chat. I caught the key info immediately. Our school? Phreak is still a student?! “Wait, you guys are students too? Which uni?” [PhysicsPhreak]: “Just a regular one.” Regular? I didn’t buy it. Sure enough, [EinsteinFanboy] lost it. “Bro! You’re at the top university in the country, quit the humble-bragging! Get out, get out!” Then they both logged off. I didn’t get the specific name, but I could guess. The top universities in the US. It’s either Harvard or MIT. Phreak is a physics god. My brain, in its infinite wisdom, decided: Harvard. It has to be Harvard. Everyone knows Harvard is the best overall, right? Fine. I’m going to Harvard. 5 With a target locked in, I grinded harder than ever. By the time senior year started, my scores were consistently in the Ivy League range. Before the semester began, I messaged Phreak. I told him I’d be offline for a while to focus on applications, so I wouldn’t be able to like his videos instantly, but I’d catch up later. “No worries. I only post occasionally anyway. If you’re stuck, you can still ask. Good luck.” “Mm! I will! I’m going to get into the same school as you!” “You know which school I’m at?” “Of course.” “EinsteinFanboy told you?” Eh, sort of. Since we started gaming together, EinsteinFanboy—who had zero filter—added me to their group chat. I not only confirmed Phreak was at a “Cambridge, MA school,” but I also gathered intel that Phreak was single. If I got into Harvard, I’d have a shot. Just the thought made me giddy. “Okay. Good luck. I’ll wait for you.” With that encouragement, I was unstoppable. Hard work paid off. When SAT scores dropped… 1600. Perfect score. My guidance counselor called me, screaming. I was Valedictorian material. Recruiters from both Harvard and MIT were already blowing up my email. I excitedly texted Phreak: “Phreak, I did it! I’m in!” He wasn’t online. My mom called me downstairs; the recruiters were literally at my house (or requesting Zoom calls immediately). 6 The guidance counselor wasn’t lying. The Harvard and MIT reps were fighting over me. “Maya, come to Harvard! We have the legacy!” “MIT! Come to MIT! We have the tech!” Before this, I had already made up my mind. “I want to go to the Physics department… at Harvard.” The Harvard rep looked smug. “Wait, wait, hold on,” the MIT rep interrupted, refusing to give up. He pulled out an iPad. “Look at this.” “Ethan Yan. He’s a senior, also had perfect scores. He’s currently the lead of the MIT Undergraduate Physics Competition Team.” “In the last few years of competitions against Harvard, he’s always been…” The MIT rep gave a thumbs up. “…Number one.” “If you come to MIT Physics, you’ll be working with the best.” That impressive? I squinted at the iPad. It showed the team profile. The guy in the center—Ethan Yan. Standard ID photo. Blue background, white shirt. Sharp features, gentle eyes, but with a hint of ‘don’t touch me’ coolness. Before I could get a good look, the Harvard rep blocked my view. “Oh please! Using the ‘handsome senior’ trap again? Every year with this tactic, aren’t you tired?” “Hey, it works!” They started arguing again. Finally, they both looked at me. I stood my ground. “Sorry. I’ve decided on Harvard.” “Can I ask why?” The MIT rep looked crushed. I blushed slightly. “My… online boyfriend is at Harvard.” I want to go find him.

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Sylas lost his memory. He looked at me warily and asked who I was. With the pure, malicious intent of destroying his cultivation path, I smiled sweetly and replied, “I’m your wife.” He didn’t believe me, but I knew him like the back of my hand. He liked dark colors, drank strong tea, and practiced his swordplay every morning at 7 AM sharp. After a thousand years as sworn enemies, I knew every mole on his back. He had no choice but to believe me and quickly accepted the role. But… who wrote this “doting husband” script? Why is it that the moment I break character and show a little anger, he flips his robes and kneels?! And uses his tongue to please me in every way… Sylas, where is your backbone?! 1 Sylas and I were sworn enemies. Mortal enemies. How exactly we became enemies is lost to the ages. Cultivating immortality takes a long time, and my memory isn’t what it used to be. I just remember we never got along. Couldn’t stand the sight of each other. I was pure Yin, he was pure Yang. People used to ship us. But we fought so fiercely that eventually, no one dared to utter such death-wish nonsense. Our dojos were both in the East, and our disciples occasionally clashed. A thousand years of friction built up into a big one, so as the grandmasters, we stepped out to fight it out. Under the eager gazes of disciples from both sides, he and I stood in mid-air, sizing each other up for weaknesses. To be fair, Sylas was extremely good-looking. Sword-like eyebrows slanted towards his temples, eyes pure black like a cold pool reflecting stars under thick lashes—deep and chilling. A high nose bridge, thin lips that hinted at unquestionable killing intent when pursed. If he would just smile, he’d be a dashing gentleman like the bright moon and fresh breeze. Unfortunately, his aura was too heavy, radiating an inhumane coldness. In his black Daoist robes, he had the imposing presence of a towering mountain. His stare made my heart race. I didn’t know if I’d win or lose this round. He was a Lightning Heavenly Spiritual Root, cultivating the Ruthless Dao. I was a Chaos Five Spiritual Root, cultivating the Carefree Dao. He had one sword to conquer heaven and earth; I mastered every unorthodox trick in the book. After a long standoff, Sylas swung his sword. I tapped my toes, drifting back like a flowing cloud. Using the “Ripple Steps” taught by the Ripple Fairy, his majestic sword energy didn’t even touch the hem of my clothes. “Move one.” I held up a finger, a formation disk already silently dropped from my sleeve. Instantly, fog rose, hiding killing intent. Sylas sneered. “Xu Fang’s Confusion Formation? Unorthodox tr—” Before he could finish, three blood-red sword energies shot out from the formation—Xu Fang’s improved Three Talents Deadly Formation. He blocked hastily, but his sleeve was still sliced open. Twang! I took out the Hook Moon Pipa, ten fingers flying. Demonic music rose, weeping and complaining. Si Miyuan’s Soul-Breaking Tune echoed in the formation, specifically targeting the clear Dao heart of a sword cultivator. Sylas faltered slightly, fine sweat beading on his forehead. “Move two.” I held up another finger, throwing out seventy-two talismans while his mind was shaken. Boom boom boom! Gongsun Che’s Explosive Sound Talismans covered the sky, blasting the clouds away. Sylas’s face finally changed. His sword danced like a rainbow, yet a talisman still grazed his cheek, leaving a scorch mark. “Well?” I stood with my hands behind my back, a pill pouch from the Pill Sect at my waist, a hidden crossbow from the Weapon Sect in my sleeve, and Void-Breaking Talismans from the Talisman Sect on my boots. “Does Sword Saint Sylas still think these are just unorthodox tricks?” He wiped the blood from his face and suddenly smiled. “Interesting.” His sword stance changed abruptly, manifesting thousands of sword shadows. My heart tightened. I quickly formed a hand seal, barely executing the Puppet Sect’s Golden Cicada Shell Shedding. The substitute puppet I left behind was shredded by sword energy. “Move three is mine.” Sylas’s voice suddenly rang in my ear. I leaned back sharply, a gleam of sword light grazing my nose. I was about to counterattack, but realized the ties of my pill pouch and hidden crossbow had been cut by sword energy at some point. “You…” “Jack of all trades, master of none.” With a light flick of his sword tip, my last talisman shattered in mid-air. “But indeed…” When his long sword pointed at me, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “Disgusting enough.” “You lose,” he said flatly. I tilted my head and smiled. “Sword Saint Sylas might want to look at his feet.” He looked down. Seven Bone-Penetrating Nails hovered in the air, pinning the hem of his robe. Each nail was connected to a nearly invisible Heavenly Silkworm Thread—the Tang Sect’s most insidious Seven Star Soul Lock. “A draw?” I blinked. “Or mutual destruction?” Sylas stared at me for a long time, then suddenly sheathed his sword. As he turned, I distinctly saw his mouth twitch. “Fu Yunqian, your methods are truly…” “Disgusting?” I supplied. “…Interesting.” Watching his figure receding on his sword, I realized my back was soaked in cold sweat. Collecting the scattered debris, my fingers trembled slightly. If his sword had advanced half an inch more, or if I hadn’t set the hidden weapons in time… A breeze blew, scattering the talisman paper and remnant formations. Looking at the sword light disappearing into the sea of clouds, I suddenly laughed out loud. His sword couldn’t touch me, my tricks couldn’t trap him. But the post-war losses were severe. Calculating the cost, I was overcome with grief. Formation disks broken, pipa smashed, talismans depleted, robes sliced with holes big and small. Since becoming an ancestor, when had I been this pathetic? Not even a thousand years of rest later, those brats in my sect caused trouble again. Big trouble. Negotiations turned into shouting matches, and then the two of us were up again. I was truly annoyed. Every fight destroyed a batch of magical treasures; repairs couldn’t keep up with the damage. After a few rounds, looking at the pile of broken treasures in the warehouse, my heart bled. Both at the Immortal Venerable realm, our fights shook the earth and wasted resources. I didn’t know about him, but I was going broke. Building the Clear Music Palace wasn’t easy. Starting as a rogue cultivator, my ascension was arduous. Without good techniques, one is an ant in the Upper Realm, disdained by all. I stole techniques everywhere, learning from hundreds of schools, barely gaining a foothold. After untold hardships, I finally occupied a dojo and passed down my teachings. Was it easy for me? No. The Heavens are cruel to me! Alas! “Master, stop chanting…” “Sigh… Zizhen, we need a permanent solution. If this nemesis doesn’t die, my heart won’t rest.” Xu Zizhen fanned me while leaning in to offer advice. After muttering for a long time, we looked at each other and simultaneously revealed a dirty smile. 2 Immortal Venerables have thousands of incarnations. Kill him, and there will be another Sylas. But the Ruthless Dao has a fatal flaw: one cannot be moved by emotion. Make him fall in love, destroy his Dao foundation, and thousands of incarnations will meet their end together. I wasn’t the first to try this. The Eastern Sword Saint was frosty as the moon, aloof, restrained, and abstinent. Who wouldn’t want a night with such a handsome man? Not to mention his Immortal Essence was pure Yang—tens of thousands of years of virgin vitality. Every female cultivator drooled, but all returned in defeat. The Ruthless Dao forbids lust and love. It was like winking at a blind man. Some tried force, but the Resoluteness Sword Technique was no joke. Drug him? Stabbed. Ambush him? Stabbed. His Dao heart was so firm that not a drop of Yang essence had leaked in all these years. Soft or hard, he wouldn’t bite. Tricky… Luckily, I recently acquired a new technique. My main body stayed in the Clear Music Pool, while I created a True Immortal clone to infiltrate the Bright Soul Sect and learn a secret art. This art allows viewing others’ memories without discomfort. Even deleting or sealing a segment. If I sealed Sylas’s memories of cultivation… No matter how stone-hearted he is, surely he was easier to handle as a child? Under my instructions, Zizhen caused chaos. Sylas came out with his sword again. He met my eyes once and chased relentlessly. Fighting and retreating, I lured him into an illusion array under the cover of clouds. Mist formed into my likeness, attacking from all sides. I manifested as many clones as I knew secret techniques. Though illusions, hacking through them all exhausted him. I waited patiently for a hundred years. His sword was still sharp, but his spirit was exhausted. Clear notes hooked the soul. I teleported behind him, concealing my presence, fingers lightly touching his temples. A flying sword attacked rapidly, blocked by my defensive treasure. He turned, grabbing my wrist tightly, his gaze sharp, a sword at my neck again. “It’s okay… have a good sleep, it’s okay…” Lips parting slightly, I blew bewildering smoke into his face. He faltered for a moment, and I seized the chance, my divine will piercing his mind. He shook his head, struggling, then fell straight into my arms. “Despicable, falling right onto my chest.” I slapped him twice casually. While he slept, I sealed all his memories of cultivation. 3 Sylas woke up staring at me warily, brows furrowed, radiating coldness. I wondered if the amnesia worked when he asked, “Who are you?” Really amnesiac. As expected of me. I smiled sweetly. “I’m your wife. You hit your head just now, does it still hurt?” My hand reached out but was blocked. “Nonsense. I never had a wife.” I clutched my chest, acting heartbroken. “We’ve been married for two years, always loving. How can you say such things, husband?” He looked around. I had used illusions to build a civilian house here. Modeled after his hobbies, the yard had my favorite flowers and a place for him to practice swordsmanship. A large rock on one side was covered in slash marks. He stroked the sword marks, believing three-tenths of it. Then I coaxed him to sit and eat. He liked strong liquor but wasn’t greedy; I poured him half a cup. His taste was light, mostly bamboo shoots and fish. Poor me, having not cooked for tens of thousands of years, the taste wasn’t great. He took a few bites. “You usually cook?” I bit my lip, shy and annoyed. “If you weren’t injured, who would cook for you?” Sylas’s brows relaxed. He tested me constantly; I was watertight. After thousands of years as enemies, I knew him inside out, down to the moles on his back. “I believe you. Actually, seeing you for the first time, my heart raced and palms sweated. I must have had deep love for you.” That… I looked away guiltily. That was probably deep killing intent… In the days that followed, he did the cooking, negotiating with the fake people I created to buy groceries. Seeing him unsuspicious, I smirked. My illusion arrays were getting more realistic. “Yunqian, how about steamed bass today?” I shuddered, forcing a perfect smile. “Sure, whatever husband makes is delicious.” Once he entered the kitchen, I almost puked. Since believing we were married, he cared for me in every way. Calling me “Yunqian” and “Wife” made my scalp tingle. The sacrifice was great, but thinking of his shattered Dao heart and him at my mercy, I endured. At night, I tugged his sleeve, swaying and acting coquettish. He repeated, “Memories haven’t returned, cannot be improper,” and took a candle to the study. I lay lazily on the bed, yawning. I knew it. Sylas was rigorously, even pedantically, proper. No way he’d really sleep in the same bed. I just found his awkwardness amusing and wanted to tease him. Seeing the usually cold Eastern Sword Saint flustered and shy was truly interesting. 4 As time passed, I checked his Dao heart every night. Stable as a tortoise shell. I tried harder—holding hands, acting cute, almost burrowing into his arms. That damn Dao heart remained firm. Maybe… he didn’t like my type? I looked in the mirror. Peach blossom eyes, ripples of charm in a smile. Unbeatable allure. Clothes were a bit conservative, but I was reluctant to sacrifice that much. Why not send someone else? Isn’t it said a wife is worse than a concubine? So one day, a pure, fragile woman tripped and fell towards him. He retreated quickly. The beauty hit the ground hard. Hiding in the dark, my heart ached. That puppet was made of top-tier materials. That night, I remolded her face—flamboyant, bright, in red robes. Failed again. I tried repeatedly. He ignored them and walked away. Are puppets just puppets, lacking soul? I hooked her chin. She gave me a weeping, complaining look that melted my heart. My puppets were absolutely fine. Is he the problem? Does he like men? That’s easy. I summoned Xu Zizhen, forcing him to change clothes until one look satisfied me. Ethereal white robes, tight waist, handsome and jade-like. I stroked my chin, scanning him. Xu Zizhen hugged his arms, shivering. “Master… what are you doing? I’m your own disciple…” “My dear disciple, settling my lifelong enemy depends on you.” So Xu Zizhen entered the city as a distant cousin and stayed with us. Sylas didn’t reject him but wasn’t warm either. A day passed with no progress. I called Xu Zizhen to discuss tactics. While the two strategists whispered, Sylas suddenly pushed the door open. “Food’s ready. Yunqian must be hungry.” I exchanged a guilty look with Zizhen, then gauged Sylas’s expression. He probably didn’t hear much. During the meal, Xu Zizhen winked at me, signaling: “Sylas cooks pretty well.” I glared at him: “Focus on business!” Sylas was oblivious to our eye signals. But that night, he didn’t go to the study. “Your cousin is here. If I sleep in the study, he’ll think we’re discordant.” He walked towards the bed. My fake smile almost cracked. This… this… “What’s wrong, Yunqian? You look pale.” He leaned over, gently stroking my cheek, thumb rubbing the corner of my lips repeatedly. Hidden darkness in his eyes, staring at me dead on. My hackles rose. “Nothing… just used to being alone these days…” “Is that so…” His eyes still probed, even aggressive. Is he suspicious?! How much did he hear? His thumb pressed heavily on my lips, grinding. A test… I endured the discomfort of violation. “Husband, you’re hurting me.” I dodged lightly, but he grabbed my jaw and turned me back. His lowered lashes trembled, but his fingers were worse, probing inside. “These days… I’ve wronged you, wife.” He leaned in slowly, eyes fixed on me, and kissed. Numbness shot up my spine. Being kissed by a nemesis—the impact was intense. I gripped the sheets, controlling my expression, resisting the urge to push him away. At first just rubbing, then he started nibbling, biting my lips lightly. Filled with aggression, like a beast confirming its prey’s scent. Seemingly thirsty, he sucked like drawing water, changing angles, kissing harder. I struggled, only to be lifted and placed on his lap, him burying his head to kiss. Breathing heavily, the assault intensified, tongue tip trying to enter. I clamped shut. He pinched the back of my neck, coaxing: “Yunqian, open up, let me in.” Heartbeat in chaos. Meeting his eyes burning with dark fire, I felt danger. “Didn’t Yunqian say we were a loving couple? Why reject intimacy?” … Just a kiss! I’m not afraid of his pure Yang body. I kissed back with the resolve of death. Oof… teeth clashed. “Silly Yunqian…” He chuckled, holding my neck and kissing, breath scorching, demanding endlessly. My lips were swollen, clothes rumpled. Checking his Dao heart again… still stable… SYLAS!!!

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The school was being renovated over the summer, and my classmates asked me, the class monitor, where they should store their luggage. I coldly told them to figure it out themselves. Why? Because in my past life, I kindly let my classmates store their luggage in my home. But when the new semester started, the entire class accused me of stealing a huge amount of valuables. My grad school recommendation was revoked, my personal information was leaked online, leading to cyberbullying, and my parents, who lived in the countryside, died tragically on their way to testify for me. As I wept over my parents’ bodies, my classmates laughed and said: “We were just joking. Who knew you’d take it seriously? You’re the class monitor, can’t you take a joke? Don’t be the monitor if you can’t handle it.” Disheartened and before I could prove my innocence, I was humiliated and killed by homeless men who broke into my home. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment my classmates asked me how to handle their luggage. 1 “Monitor, the school’s notice was too sudden. We aren’t prepared at all. With so much luggage, we can’t move it anytime soon. As the monitor, think of something for us.” Looking at my classmate Liam, who was waiting for my answer with an expectant face, I suddenly clenched my fists. Anger kept bubbling up in my heart. I pinched my palm hard to stabilize myself. I didn’t expect to be reborn. Thinking of the slander and insults poured on me in my past life, I wished I could go crazy right there and question why Liam and his gang accused me of stealing a huge amount of property. But I couldn’t. Because nothing has happened yet, and I have no evidence. I took a deep breath. “Although the school’s notice was urgent, there’s a shipping station right at the gate. You can just ship it home.” I spoke coldly. The shipping station had opened downstairs in the dorm building. Anyone with a brain would know what to do, yet they came to ask me. “Huh? But my home is out of state. It costs too much to ship. Monitor, you know my family situation. Can you help me?” Another classmate, Rachel, clasped her hands together and spoke pitifully. She was a student on financial aid. As the monitor, I took care of her. Usually, if there was a collective expense, I paid for her. I even fought for her financial aid this semester with the counselor. But in my past life, she slandered me the most. Not only did she leak my personal information first, but she also started a livestream to complain, saying I, the monitor, secretly forced her to give me money. At that time, her eyes were vicious, wishing she could bite a piece of meat off me, completely different from this weak and bullyable appearance now. Chills ran down my spine. I shook my head calmly. “How much money you spend isn’t my concern. Anyway, you must pack up before the holidays. If you leave things in the dorm and lose them, you bear the responsibility.” As soon as these words came out, wailing ensued. Especially Rachel; she never thought I would refuse her. She wanted to say something more, but another voice appeared. “Oh, what’s there to worry about? Our monitor’s family is rich. She has a small apartment near the school. Everyone can just put their things there. The monitor always likes to help others; she definitely won’t refuse us, right, Monitor?” I looked up at the owner of the voice. My best friend, Faye. She affectionately held my arm and directed the classmates to move their luggage. “Liam, you put the luggage in the small bedroom later. Rachel, yours goes in the storage room. The rest of the classmates can put theirs in the living room; it’s quite big there.” After Faye finished speaking, she remembered I was the owner of the house. She smiled embarrassedly. “Sorry, Monitor. I just thought the house is empty anyway, might as well use it to help classmates. Besides, didn’t you plan this long ago? The classmates and I will be very grateful to you!” With a wave of Faye’s hand, Liam led people to start cheering. In my past life, it was like this too. The house my parents bought for me was treated by Faye as her own. Without even asking me, she arranged everything on her own initiative. It’s just that I did have this intention in my past life, so I didn’t stop it. In this life, I won’t seek my own death. “No, that’s my house. You have no right to put things in it.” 2 As I spoke, I forcefully pulled my arm out of Faye’s embrace. “And you, Faye. If I remember correctly, you still have my house key. Give it back to me now, lest something happens to my house and you can’t explain it.” I remember clearly after my accident in my past life, Faye looked like she was explaining for me, but in reality, every word she said put me on the roasting rack. The house my parents bought me became something I got from being a mistress. My parents living in the countryside was twisted by Faye into me feeling ashamed of them. Even my grad school recommendation, Faye said I got it through shady means. And to think Faye and I grew up together; I treated her like my own sister. I was trembling with anger, my face black as thunder, but no one cared about me. Especially Faye; she blinked, and two lines of tears fell. “I just wanted to help the classmates solve their problems. Was it necessary to speak so harshly to me?! And you forced the key on me back then; I didn’t ask for it. I’ll give it back to you now!” Faye said, fishing a key out of her pocket and throwing it viciously at my feet. I bent down to pick it up nonchalantly. This was the effect I wanted. Who knows how many copies of a key there can be? I just wanted Faye to break up with me on the spot. This way, Faye wouldn’t be able to do anything disadvantageous to me under my banner. Others seeing Faye treated like this by me only thought I was crazy, especially Liam. He had a crush on Faye. Seeing his goddess wronged, he couldn’t hold back first. He yelled at me. “Gwen, you are the monitor! You should be responsible for us classmates! Faye was just thinking from our perspective. How can you treat her like this? Do you have a conscience?” Seeing this, Rachel chimed in from the side. “Exactly, Faye just wanted to help us. What did she do wrong? On the contrary, you rely on having some money to look down on us. Who knows where your money comes from!” Rachel’s words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart, instantly igniting my anger. “I earned my money by working part-time! It has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Faye! The house is mine too! Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my duty. If you keep making trouble, don’t blame me for being impolite! If you’re not convinced, go find the counselor. If you think I’m not a competent monitor, I can tell you clearly, I quit!” 3 I hadn’t wanted to be this monitor for a long time. Working myself to death helping classmates, only to be thought of as taking all the benefits because I was the monitor. But if they looked closely, they would know that since I became monitor, whether it was scholarships, financial aid, or awards, my name was never on the list. The only grad school recommendation was awarded to me by the school leaders after I won awards in various competitions. Liam and the others were stunned by my appearance. He looked at me awkwardly. “We just thought putting it in your house would be convenient. We didn’t force you. Is it necessary to take it so seriously? Worst case, we won’t put it there.” Liam hemmed and hawed, and Rachel was also reluctant on the side. “Exactly, other monitors sacrifice themselves for others, but you fuss over every little thing. That’s your house; if you don’t let us go, we won’t go. It’s not like we have to.” I laughed out loud at their behavior. Listening to this, it sounded like it was my fault for not lending it to them. If it were someone else with thin skin or high moral standards, they might have agreed. But after living a past life, I knew this was just a facade they deliberately put on. As long as I let them in, I would still be screwed over by them. I took a deep breath. “That’s good. If you have nothing else, hurry up and move.” After saying this, I left without looking back. I hadn’t packed my things yet; I didn’t have time to mess around with them. Moreover, I had to hurry to install surveillance cameras and change the locks on the house. In my past life, I was too naive, thinking everyone had been classmates for three years. After giving the house to them, I didn’t think of installing cameras, so when they poured dirty water on me in the end, I couldn’t even produce evidence. But before I could do these things, the counselor called me. Looking at the counselor in front of me, I looked incredulous. “Counselor, you mean let me give up the house for them to store luggage? But this is my house; I have to live there for my internship during the holidays.” The counselor looked troubled. “I know this is a bit difficult, but there’s no other way. The school is being renovated, and the students really have nowhere to put their luggage. If you didn’t have a house, it would be fine, but the Dean found out you have a house. You know the Dean’s character; he likes helping others the most. If you don’t listen to him, what about your grad school spot?” The counselor sighed. I froze in place. This was something that hadn’t happened in my past life, leaving me somewhat helpless. The counselor was right. I only had the qualification for recommendation; the specific quota would be decided next semester. After all, the Dean is the Dean. If he really wants to block me, it’s simple. However, it’s true the Dean likes to help others, but how did he know I have a house, and why did he insist I hand it over? I didn’t understand, wanting to ask the counselor, but he shook his head too. Instead, a teacher gossiping nearby spoke up. “Maybe Faye from your class told the Dean? Isn’t she taking the Dean’s elective course? I heard the Dean likes her very much.” My hair stood on end instantly. The teacher’s words reminded me. In my past life, Faye was the first to tell me my recommendation qualification was cancelled. At that time, I was too busy to take care of myself, and I felt the sky collapse when I heard the news. Thinking about it now, I, the party involved, hadn’t received any news, so how did Faye know so quickly? 4 I walked out of the office with heavy steps. Just as I reached the door of the house, I saw Faye, Liam, and the others smiling. Their luggage was piled messily at the door. Seeing me, they looked like hungry wolves seeing food. Liam spoke triumphantly. “Monitor, you said you wouldn’t let us move our luggage here, but you still have to open the door obediently. Don’t complain. The Dean ordered you. Besides, you are the monitor; you should serve the class. Don’t worry, next semester, we’ll still let you be the monitor.” As Liam spoke, he gestured for me to take out the key. Seeing me move slowly, he impatiently grabbed the key and unlocked the door himself. Seeing this, the others didn’t say a word to me but thanked Liam for opening the door instead. The newly renovated house instantly became messy because of this luggage. Liam made himself at home, turning on all the appliances. Without even taking off his shoes, he took a few boys to my bed to play video games. Rachel pointed and commented on my decoration, greed almost drowning her eyes. I was trembling with anger but could only stand there watching. Because besides these classmates, our Dean was also there. He stood with Faye. Even knowing I was waiting on the side, he didn’t give me a good face. In the end, he patted Faye’s shoulder with relief. “You did very well in this matter. Thinking for the school and the class is what a good student should do. Unlike some people, who enjoy the school’s resources but don’t treat the school as home!” The Dean was imposing. He wanted to say more but was interrupted by Faye to smooth things over. The Dean only left after the students had packed up their things. And in all this time, I only got a dissatisfied look from the Dean. Suppressing the anger in my heart, I walked up to Faye. Her luggage was also moved here. Unlike others throwing theirs on the floor, she stuffed her luggage into my closet like the owner, throwing my original clothes on the floor. “What’s wrong, Gwen? Are you still unhappy because classmates moved their luggage to your house? But we are classmates; mutual help is expected. If you fuss about it more, you’ll seem petty.” As soon as Faye finished speaking, Liam began to agree loudly. “Exactly, exactly. We didn’t hold anything against you originally. If you keep holding onto this, don’t blame us for complaining to the Dean.” I twitched the corner of my mouth. The Dean only came once, and they treated him as a savior, even threatening me with this. Faye’s move was really good. I looked at Faye; she still had that innocent look. But having been with her for so long, how could I not know Faye was waiting for me to make a scene? Although I haven’t figured out exactly what Faye wants to do, I won’t just go along with her wishes. I glanced imperceptibly at the surveillance camera installed just today. The camera was hidden. Liam and the others hadn’t seen it since they came in. I laughed out loud, speaking amidst Faye’s astonished gaze. “How could that be? Like Faye said, we are classmates; mutual help is expected. My house, you guys live freely.” “However.”

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I was the fake heiress, switched at birth. When my wealthy parents finally laid eyes on their biological son, they immediately wanted to bail. “Why is he a street thug? Abort mission! Let’s get out of here!” I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I forced the “Real Young Master” into a strict rehabilitation program. I whipped him into shape—literally—until he became a National Champion. Later, when I tried to retire from my duties, the boy signed all the family assets over to me and cried like a baby: “You said you’d manage me for a lifetime! One year less, one month less, even one hour less doesn’t count as a lifetime!” 1 After discovering I was the accidental heiress switched at birth, my dad and mom took me to see their biological son. In a dark alley, the school’s notorious bad boy was fighting ten guys at once. He sent a group of dyed-hair delinquents howling in pain. The three of us crouched behind a dumpster, watching the fire from the other side of the river. My dad frowned, adjusting his bespoke suit. “Why is he a hoodlum?” My mom immediately started retreating. “I feel like one of his punches could kill three of me! Let’s go, let’s go!” I blocked their path. “But he’s your biological son!” My cold, CEO father looked at him with disdain. “So what if he’s biological? The Sterling family doesn’t raise idlers.” My socially anxious, avoidant mother looked terrified. “Forget it, forget it… I can’t accept a son this big popping up out of nowhere… let’s just figure out how to compensate him later…” The Sterling family had raised me as the heir since childhood—perfect grades, perfect manners. Meanwhile, the “Real Young Master” grew up with a chaotic single mom and became a problem child. And now, his biological parents were rejecting him. I imagined myself in his shoes. He was too pitiful. I had nightmares all night. In my dream, the bad boy was crying tears of blood: “Who stole my trust fund baby life?!” I woke my parents up at 3 AM for a family meeting: “Don’t get involved yet. I’m going to go meet him first.” 2 I transferred schools. From a prestigious private academy to a public high school. I became desk mates with the bad boy. His name was Hunter Thorne. He had sharp, intense features and a rebellious streak. He looked exactly like my CEO dad. So, upon our first meeting, I had a slip of the tongue. “Daddy…” Hunter looked at me coldly. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not into that kink.” Me: “…” Assessment complete. He’s a “Cinnamon Roll” disguised as a tough guy. During recess, I saw Hunter pull a bag of white powder out of his backpack. He tilted his head and dumped it straight into his mouth. It’s over. The kid is on drugs. Just as I was about to call 911, Hunter started beating his chest, gasping for water. Turns out, he was dry-scooping cheap protein powder. And accidentally cemented his throat shut. The poor kid had no money for meat, so he relied on off-brand powder for nutrition. From then on, I brought him bento boxes every day. Fresh, healthy, high-protein meals. Hunter actually ate them obediently. He asked me with a meaningful look, “You’re fattening me up. What’s the endgame?” I said sincerely, “You look too skinny. I just want you to eat better.” He suddenly lifted his T-shirt, revealing a rock-hard eight-pack. “I’m shredded, okay? I just look slim in clothes.” My eyes accidentally drifted downward. My tired eyes instantly widened into copper bells! Wow, so big… so white… Cough, I mean, his T-shirt. 3 The first quiz ended. I looked at his grades. I almost passed out. Luckily, he was a Tier 1 MMA athlete. Maybe he could get a sports scholarship. But Hunter said he didn’t care about college. “Better if I don’t get in. After high school, I’ll just work construction.” I said that wouldn’t do. “I’ll help you get into a top university, okay? I’ll pay tuition, plus give you a $2,000 monthly allowance.” His comprehension skills were truly unique. “You want to be my sugar mama?” I said earnestly, “I just want to help a classmate in need. You can pay me back when you’re successful.” The guy in the front row turned around. “Sarah… actually, I really need help too…” Hunter kicked the back of his chair. “Scram!” The entire row was too scared to look back again. He glanced at me sideways. “You sponsoring anyone else?” I shook my head. “Only you.” The corners of his mouth twitched up so hard he couldn’t suppress it. For the first time all semester, the slacker opened a textbook. “I just suddenly feel like studying. It’s definitely not for anyone in particular~” Me: “…” 4 To facilitate the plan, I bought the apartment across from Hunter’s. It was a rundown unit in the projects, not expensive. Just a few hundred grand. When I moved in alone, I made a lot of noise on purpose. Hunter’s door opened. A middle-aged woman in a cheap camisole opened the door. When she smiled, her teeth were yellowed from smoke. A cigarette dangled from her lips. “New neighbor?” A sharp pain hit my heart. This was my biological mother. All these years, Hunter had suffered in my place. I extended my hand. “Hi Auntie, my name is Sarah Sterling. I’m a junior at North High.” “Eh? My son is a junior too! What class are you in?” At that moment, Hunter’s tall frame squeezed out from behind his mom. He looked at me in shock, the tips of his ears turning red. “Look at you, why are you so desperate following me home~” Me: “…” 5 I was invited to dinner at Hunter’s. It was 100 degrees, but they wouldn’t turn on the AC until I arrived. Hunter opened the cupboard to get me snacks. Suddenly, he let out a shonen anime protagonist scream: “Damn rats! The cursed rats! They ate a hole in my Buldak noodles!!” What a sin. What kind of hard life was the Young Master living? I wiped a tear of sympathy. His mom was shocked. “The highest level of love is pity. You must really like our Hunter, huh?” I waved my hands frantically. “No, no!” Hunter looked both moved and embarrassed. “Mom, don’t be so direct, she’s shy~~” I was anxious. “Really, I’m not!!” His mom issued a command. “You’re still students. Talk about liking each other after the SATs.” Hunter looked reluctant. “Oh.” I was relieved. Knowing Hunter loved MMA, I told him I’d support his dream. Find the best coaches. Fly him around the world for matches. I’d also help him with his academics. I said, “I hope Hunter can go to a good college, have a career he loves, and live a happy life.” I promised, “As long as I have the ability, I can be responsible for him… for life.” I looked up. Mother and son were crying like teakettles. Hunter looked at the ceiling, wiping tears. “To plan so far ahead for me… she really loves me to death!” Because he was so deep in his own delusions, my explanation felt incredibly pale: “Bro, I really don’t…” 6 My move caused too much commotion. Grandpa found out. I finally convinced him to come take a look. But as soon as the car stopped, we saw Hunter. He had stolen a neighbor’s new cockroach costume. He was currently crawling on the ground, chasing people. Singing: “For you~ I become a roach~” My grandpa immediately told the driver to turn around. His old face was full of disgust. “Granddaughter, come home! I’m afraid that idiot is contagious!!” Me: “…” No. I have to train this embarrassing guy properly!

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The year I was most oblivious, my gloomy childhood sweetheart always wanted kisses. He said kisses could alleviate his “Violent Disorder.” At first, he just touched his lips to mine lightly. Later, he smashed everything in the house, driving me away with red eyes: “This time, I need something deeper to feel better. I don’t want to force you. Leave!” Just as I was about to leave, bullet comments (danmu) floated before my eyes: [Wow, this Green Tea childhood friend is built different after rebirth. So competitive and possessive. Afraid the ‘destined’ male lead will steal our baby girl, so he fakes a disorder to scam kisses.] [But this Green Tea friend is way better than the domineering CEO. He’s young, devoted, has an eight-pack and a stamina engine, and is super skilled.] [Damn, I really want to see the scene where he takes off his hearing aid in bed and pretends not to hear her begging for mercy…] [Cough, not that we’re dirty, but compared to that CEO who only gets stomach aches and can’t communicate, the Green Tea wolf-dog offers way more ‘happiness’.] My feet were instantly nailed to the floor. I’m not leaving. Nothing special, just want to see exactly how skilled he is. No… I mean, I want to know why he was reborn. 1 I stared blankly at the comments floating in the air for a while. Childhood friend reborn, faking illness, scamming kisses. And a destined domineering CEO? It took me a moment to realize “Baby Girl” referred to me. I wanted to find out the truth. I turned to look at the handsome boy in the black windbreaker. Silas stared at me, his narrow peach blossom eyes bloodshot: “Why haven’t you left yet?” Just as I was about to speak, transparent text appeared again: [Green Tea Bro, your heart went cold when she turned to leave just now, but now that she stayed, you must be secretly dying of joy.] I stepped over the mess on the floor, walked up to Silas, and leaned in to ask: “The ‘deeper’ you mentioned, which kind is it?” 2 Silas didn’t expect me to be so direct. His ears, adorned with hearing aids, turned blood red. But I still underestimated Silas’s initiative. His gaze swept aggressively from my eyes to my ears, finally settling on my soft lips. Silas and I grew up together. In my memory, he was the cool, distant school heartthrob. But starting last year, his personality suddenly changed. He became gloomy and violent, smashing things at the drop of a hat. And he became very bold… Like now, he pressed close to my ear, his voice low and raspy: “This time, just kissing isn’t enough.” “Jane, I want… you.” People always get busy when flustered. I fake coughed and pushed him away. Seeing my silence, Silas’s slightly upturned eyes filled with moisture, looking at me pitifully: “Forget it, just go!” “It’s really hard for me when the episodes hit.” “It’s okay if I suffer. I don’t want to force you.” The comments couldn’t hold back: [Being reborn really changes a man. Fighting, snatching, and playing the victim.] [If you were this proactive in your past life, how could the CEO have stolen her away?] Reading the text, I sat down on the sofa. Playing the victim, huh? I wanted to see if he actually dared. “Fine,” I said. “Go get ready.” While Silas was shocked, the comments exploded: [Wait… she actually agreed?] [Baby Girl, do you know what Silas means by ‘wanting you’?] 3 I’m nineteen, of course I know what it means. I just know Silas too well. I bet he wouldn’t dare. When Silas came out of the shower, I was stunned. He was wearing a sheer white shirt and white pants. The boy’s broad shoulders, powerful waist, firm chest, and tight abs were all visible. The mix of youthful innocence and blood-pumping physique made my heart race instantly. What’s the difference between this and wearing nothing? I swallowed hard. Eight-pack confirmed. The comments didn’t lie. My unpromising gaze drifted downward. The sexy V-line stopped right at the waistband. So slutty~ The comments were even more excited than me: [Holy sh*t, so… so… big…] [This kid wore white on purpose. Pure seduction. So scheming.] [If the pants were a bit more sheer, we’d love it even more.] I was blushing and heart-pounding. Afraid Silas would get real, I stood up in a panic to leave. Silas suddenly hugged my waist from behind. I could feel his heat through the fabric. “Jane.” He lowered his head, his hot lips pressing against my fair neck. After leaving a hickey, he nuzzled my neck like a pitiful puppy: “Can you help me relieve it?” I went weak all over from his kisses. My hands supported me weakly on the dining table. Turning my head, I met his red-rimmed peach blossom eyes. My heart skipped several beats. Silas stared at me intensely, his long fingers ambiguously rubbing my lips, his voice so sultry my ears could get pregnant: “I’ll take responsibility.” “Try it with me.” He looked at me deeply, his fresh breath spraying on my face, tingling. I’m only nineteen; I can’t resist the seduction of such a top-tier succubus! No wonder the comments said he was super skilled. My legs were jelly. I was too shy to answer. Unexpectedly, the comments said: [This is just the beginning. If he wasn’t afraid of scaring her, he wouldn’t need appetizers!] [He held back for a lifetime in his past life. A man who held back for a lifetime is terrifyingly strong.] [Try it, Baby Girl. Once you taste the childhood friend, you won’t be interested in other men.] I blushed crimson. Biting my lip: “Go to the room.” Silas kissed my earlobe and picked me up. The bedroom door was kicked open. The soft mattress sank as we fell onto it. Silas’s hot fingertips traced the lining of my dress, his warm palm fitting naturally. While kissing me, he reached to open the nightstand drawer. Just as I was losing consciousness from his kisses, he suddenly stopped. The comments rolled with disappointment: [Didn’t know to buy those things in advance?] [Forget it, can’t blame him. He had a crush for a lifetime in his past life, never needed them.] Silas and I looked at each other. The tips of his ears were red: “I’ll go buy some. Back soon.” When he got up, I grabbed his hand: “I’ll go with you.” I have to follow him. The comments kept mentioning a past life but didn’t say why. Why was Silas reborn? What happened to me in the past life? Following him might reveal more truth. Coming out of the convenience store, the window of a Maybach parked on the roadside slowly lowered. A man in a suit, refined and cold, looked at me with burning eyes. The way he looked at me was strange, complicated. Heavy, affectionate, painful, and filled with guilt too thick to dissolve. But we clearly didn’t know each other. Confused. The comments rolled frantically: [Ahhh, the Shura Field (battlefield of love) is here!] [The ex-husband from the past life, Liam Zhou, is also reborn and back for blood.] [One is the humble childhood crush who planned for a long time after rebirth, the other is the ex-husband from a past life of arranged marriage turned true love then tragic misunderstanding.] [I can’t take it. CEO Zhou looks so authoritative in a suit. Worthy of being the older man. The look he gave Jane is killer.] Silas’s knuckles turned white gripping the shopping bag. [Tsk tsk, look at that jealous wolf-dog gaze from Silas. He wants to knife Liam.] [The destined guy is back. Baby Girl won’t give up on the childhood friend, right?] [Are they gonna fight?] As the comments faded, the noble man stepped out of the car. Under bespoke suit pants, a pair of straight long legs walked towards me step by step. 4 I curiously examined the man walking towards me. The comments said: [Liam Zhou, 27, financial mogul, head of the Zhou family in the capital. This overwhelming pressure! Silas, code red, run with your little plum (childhood sweetheart)!] This is my husband from the past life according to the comments? The man had deep features, handsome and noble. The black suit made him look tall and upright. He was the type whose aura surpassed his looks. Steady and calm, every move carried the sexual tension of a mature man. His black eyes seemed to bring invisible pressure. When he reached me, Silas wrapped his arm around my waist, instantly pulling me into his embrace. Like a wild dog declaring ownership, he said coldly to Liam: “What are you looking at my girlfriend for?” Liam finally moved his gaze from my face to Silas’s arm holding me tight. Displeasure flashed in Liam’s deep black eyes, as if someone touched his treasure. Ignoring Silas’s question, his gaze returned to my face. But his brows, just relaxed, darkened again upon seeing the hickey on my neck. Before he could say a word, the comments exploded with schadenfreude: [Heartbreak city! CEO Zhou must be exploding seeing that hickey.] [Definitely. Don’t be fooled by his calm surface; he’s going crazy inside.] [Can you blame him? Jane followed him for ten years. She was the rose Liam raised himself. In three years of marriage, he couldn’t bear to touch her, and now she’s marked by another man. He must be livid.] Didn’t touch me for three years of marriage? I silently ridiculed, is this man impotent? The comments continued: [In the past life, Jane also met Liam at 19. That year she started a business in college. To get investment, she went to the capital and slept at a bus stop for days. That bus stop happened to be under the Zhou Group building. Liam looked down from his office and felt something.] [That year, Liam needed a pretty girlfriend to deal with the elders. Jane happened to be pretty enough with a clean background.] [Those years, Liam took Jane to all kinds of events.] [Taught her how to conduct herself, social etiquette, used his connections to broaden her resources.] [Because of Liam, at 23, Jane had vision and experience far beyond her peers and opened her own company.] [Liam raised her well, teaching her to grow instead of keeping her as a canary in a cage.] [Pity…] The comments paused. [If not for that incident, they wouldn’t have hated each other to death, and Jane wouldn’t have died.] I stared curiously at the comments. What incident? If Liam was so good, why did we hate each other in the past life? And why did I die? I wanted to know more, but the comments stopped. Liam glanced at the boxes of ultra-thin 0.01 condoms in Silas’s bag, his eyes icy cold. This seemed to truly touch his bottom line. He raised his long fingers and waved to the bodyguards behind him. The next second, Silas was pinned down, and I was forcibly dragged into the car by Liam. “Holy sh*t, who the hell are you,” I shouted. “Are you psycho?” He glanced at me indifferently through the rearview mirror: “When did you learn to curse?” Excuse me… this guy is sick. Is that important? “Do you have any common sense? This is kidnapping. You’re breaking the law.” “Oh.” Oh? “What do you want, old man?” I chattered a lot. Liam drove calmly without saying a word. I couldn’t stand it: “Dog man, are you deaf?” He glanced at me calmly again: “Shout again, and I’ll stop the car and do you right here.” We were surrounded by a deserted forest.

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When I cry, a crescent moon birthmark appears on my face. My three childhood friends brought the new transfer student to me, demanding I cry so she could see it. Lucas frowned. “Iris did poorly on the exam. Just do it to cheer her up.” I looked at the other two. “What about you guys? You want me to cry for her too?” They exchanged a look and took a half-step back. “How could we make Chloe cry?” “Chloe’s tears are our most precious treasure.” 1 Iris’s expression froze on her face. She looked at the other two, then reluctantly lowered her head. “Let’s just forget it. Chloe and I aren’t close anyway, it’s normal for her to refuse…” Lucas frowned. “Chloe, are you really unwilling?” I laughed in anger. “She did poorly on the exam, what does that have to do with me?” We weren’t even in the same class. In other words, do I even know this transfer student?! Seeing Lucas’s disappointment, Iris tugged at his sleeve, her eyes red. “Doing poorly on the exam is my own problem, let’s not make things difficult for others.” Lucas stood stubbornly still. Iris seemed unable to hold it in anymore. She stomped her foot, covered her face in humiliation, and ran out. Lucas stared at me. He hesitated, then said, “Chloe, there was no need for that.” I was getting angry. But he turned and chased after her. Psycho?! Who cries for a stranger just for kicks? 2 I slammed my pen on the desk. Two people sat down opposite me. Usually, the three of them would surround me. Ethan touched my ponytail. “Don’t be mad at Lucas. He’s been acting like he’s brainwashed lately.” “What do you mean?” My two childhood friends looked at each other. Ethan finally told me. “The new girl sat next to Lucas as soon as she arrived.” “She keeps telling him how expensive the tuition is here, how hard it was for her to get in but everything is bilingual and she doesn’t understand, and she can’t fit in with any groups.” “Lucas… he probably just felt sorry for her.” I still didn’t like hearing it. Lucas felt sorry for her, so he wanted me to cry for a stranger for no reason? What’s wrong with him? Ethan smiled. “Don’t be unhappy. We have equestrian class next week, I’ll take you riding, okay?” The four of us grew up together. We promised long ago to go to the same college. Lucas was being ridiculous. But the others weren’t wrong. I pouted. “Whatever, I’m too lazy to deal with him.” 3 After school. There was a figure next to Lucas. Acting scared. She hid behind him when she saw us. Lucas walked over. “We’ve been waiting for a long time.” Specific wording: We. He said, “Iris’s English foundation isn’t good. She messed up the exam mainly because she couldn’t understand the questions.” No one spoke. He looked at me. “Chloe, I remember you have a foreign tutor. Can Iris join your lessons?” My gaze landed on her face. Iris couldn’t dodge it. She could only soften her voice. “Chloe, would that be too much trouble for you…” “It is very troublesome.” My face went cold. Iris looked helpless. She tugged at Lucas for help. “Maybe I should just figure something out myself…” He sighed. “I suggested helping her with tutoring. If you don’t want to, just say so. No need to be so sharp.” I stared at Lucas. Suddenly, my childhood friend felt like a stranger. “I’m sharp?” “If I wasn’t sharp, would I have to cry to make someone else laugh just because you pissed me off?” Lucas paused slightly. “I didn’t mean that. Iris just said she’d never seen…” I didn’t want to listen. I turned and walked away alone. Behind me, the usual three sets of footsteps became two. Mason caught up to me. “Don’t wait for him, but wait for us.” “Lucas is an idiot, but we aren’t.” He walked backward facing me. “Ethan, tell her, am I right?” Ethan put away his phone. He followed unhurriedly. “Lucas said I should comfort you.” “Is there more?” Ethan was silent for a moment. “He said… neither he nor Iris had bad intentions, he doesn’t understand why you’re being so unreasonable.” “Damn!” Mason yelled. “Is that comforting her?!” I looked away. “Whatever.” 4 Halfway through my oral practice. My mom called me and I realized today was Auntie Qiao’s birthday (Mason’s mom). She didn’t want a big party, so just our close families were getting together. I pushed open the door. Iris was chatting with my three childhood friends. The atmosphere was lively. Meeting my gaze, their faces changed in unison. I turned to leave. Mason immediately chased after me. “Chloe, don’t go!” “What’s wrong, are you mad?” He grabbed my hand from behind. Trying to explain: “Lucas was helping her with English, so he brought her along. I couldn’t exactly kick her out.” “Don’t be mad, okay?” I was silent. I had to admit, seeing Iris sitting where I should have been sitting… Anger rushed straight to my head. After calming down a bit, I realized. That wasn’t my house. I had no right to dictate where Iris should be. I smiled. “I just remembered I have something to do.” Mason wouldn’t let go. “What’s wrong, Chloe? Why does your smile seem so distant?” He probed. “Do you really hate Iris that much?” “Would you like someone who wants to see your physiological reaction the moment you meet?” Mason was stumped. He raised his hands in surrender. “Just for today, it’s my mom’s birthday, we can’t make a scene.” “Chloe, don’t be mad. I won’t talk to her anymore, okay?” I walked back with him. Very seriously: “Who you hang out with is your choice.” “Mason, I won’t interfere.” “But I also have my bottom line for making friends.”

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After the SATs, my childhood sweetheart confessed his love to me. Just as I was about to say yes, I received a text from my 25-year-old self. [Don’t say yes! He only wants to sleep with you; he doesn’t want a relationship!] [Look at Liam. He’s your future husband.] [His lock screen is you, the tattoo over his heart is you… even the hair tie on his wrist is the one you dropped!] I was stunned and turned to look at the school bully in the corner, whose eyes were red. He looked away awkwardly, “What are you looking at? It’s not like he’s confessing to me.” 1 After submitting our college applications, Ryan invited me to a graduation party. I stood at the door of the private room, hand on the handle, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Through the crack in the door. I saw him standing in the center of the crowd, holding a huge bouquet of roses, looking a little nervous. The classmates around him were laughing and cheering. “With our school heartthrob Ryan making a move, is there anything he can’t get?” “Wendy has been following you for three years anyway. You couldn’t chase her away if you tried.” “If you ask me, you just need to crook your finger and she’ll come obediently. No need to buy flowers.” “Even if it’s a weed from the roadside, as long as you give it to her, Wendy will treasure it.” My breath hitched, and my heart felt like it was gently pricked by something. Yes, I have liked Ryan for three years. He and I are neighbors and childhood friends. But I only realized my budding feelings for him in freshman year of high school. In those three years, I followed him. Watching him play basketball, bringing him water and breakfast, taking notes for him. He was gentle to me too, patiently explaining problems to me. Giving me his umbrella on rainy days, even carrying me to the nurse’s office when I had cramps. I always thought he liked me. But it turns out in others’ eyes, I’m just someone who comes obediently at the crook of a finger? I bit my lip, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. Don’t overthink it. What others think is their business. As long as Ryan has me in his heart, that’s enough. Ryan is so good, and so many girls like him. It’s already my luck that he’s willing to confess to me. I calmed myself down and was about to push the door open. My phone suddenly vibrated in my hand. I looked down instinctively, and a text from an unknown number popped up on the screen. I clicked it open. [Don’t go in.] [I am you from age 25.] I froze. Immediately after, a second message came. [Ryan made a bet with his friends to sleep with you within three days. The stakes are a pair of limited-edition sneakers.] [He doesn’t want a relationship!] [Otherwise, ask him which college he put on his application?] I stood there rigid. [He agreed with Chloe to apply to A University together.] A University? But Ryan clearly told me we would apply to C University together because he wanted to be with me always. I stared at the screen, my brain buzzing. Chloe transferred here in the second semester of sophomore year. Wealthy family, outstanding temperament. She became the focus of the whole school as soon as she arrived. She once brought water to Ryan on the basketball court. But he politely declined. I was secretly happy for a long time. But it turns out they have been in contact privately? From the private room, Ryan’s voice came with a smile. “Alright, stop teasing. When Wendy comes later, play along.” “Don’t worry, she’ll definitely say yes. I know her too well.” My heart felt like it was stabbed, painful enough to turn my face pale. So, his gentle smile, considerate actions, and even the promised future. Were all just a gamble? Or, I was just a seasoning in his bland life. My future self was afraid I wouldn’t believe it and encouraged me to go in and verify it myself. [If you don’t believe me, go in and verify it yourself.] [Some people need to see it with their own eyes to know if it’s worth it.] [I know you are the type who won’t turn back until you hit a wall, because I am you.] I pushed open the door of the private room abruptly. The noise stopped abruptly. Everyone’s eyes turned to me in unison. Ryan was slightly stunned, then smiled. 2 “Wendy, you’re here.” He walked towards me holding the roses. I took a step back. “Ryan, which college did you apply to?” I stared at his face, trying to find a trace of guilt. His smile froze on his face. A few seconds later, Ryan coughed lightly. “C University, of course. Didn’t we agree on it?” His eyes were dodging. “Do you dare to log into the portal now and show me your application?” Ryan’s face changed. The surrounding classmates looked at each other, some whispering. “What’s going on?” He forced a smile. “Wendy, what’s wrong with you? Why ask this suddenly?” “When we filled out the applications, didn’t we do it together? You know I filled in C University.” I took out my phone directly, opened the application portal, and handed it to him. “Then log in now.” Ryan’s expression collapsed completely, with a bit of anger from embarrassment. “Wendy! Are you crazy? So many people are here!” “If you want to see, I can show you later.” My heart sank to the bottom. My phone vibrated in my palm. I opened it and saw new message content. [Or, you can look at Liam. He is your future husband.] [His phone lock screen is you, the tattoo on his chest is you, even the hair tie on his wrist is the one you dropped!] I subconsciously looked at Liam in the corner. He was leaning lazily on the sofa. The black T-shirt made his skin look white as snow, and the black hair tie on his wrist was particularly conspicuous. My heart skipped a beat. Liam seemed to notice my gaze, looked up slightly, his red eyes meeting mine directly. Looking a bit aggrieved. For a moment, I was inexplicably flustered and quickly looked away. The atmosphere in the private room solidified. Ryan stood there with an ugly expression, the roses hanging by his side. “Wendy.” He tried to explain. “I can explain the application.” Me: “You changed your application.” “Because of the agreement with Chloe?” Ryan’s pupils shrank. “How did you know?” I didn’t know. If I hadn’t received that text message, I would still be foolishly fantasizing about life in college with him. Now, I just felt my heart aching and sour. The surrounding classmates looked like they wanted to gossip but didn’t know where to start. “Wendy, could it be a misunderstanding?” “We all saw how good Ryan is to you.” “Yeah, yeah! As for Chloe, Ryan has never been close to her. He confessed today knowing you don’t like Chloe, so he specifically forbade her from coming.” Was there really no contact? I asked out loud: “Do you dare to call her in front of me and prove it?” Ryan sneered. “Wendy, you’re not even my girlfriend yet. This jealous face is too ugly.” “I just lost a bet with Chloe, so I accepted the loss and applied to A University. It wasn’t entirely for her.” Another bet. He bet on me and also bet on his own future. In the corner, Liam stood up. His height advantage of 6’2″ instantly made him the focus of the audience. He walked slowly to my side, his gaze sweeping over the roses in Ryan’s hand with disdain. “That’s it?” Ryan’s face was livid. “Liam, what business is it of yours?” Liam ignored him but turned to me, meeting my eyes. 3 “Wendy, you have bad taste.” I was stunned. “Want to reconsider me?” The whole private room was instantly terrifyingly quiet. The air seemed to freeze. Someone gasped, gossiping excitedly. “Doesn’t Liam hate girls getting close the most? Last time a girl gave him a love letter, he threw it in the trash without even looking.” “I also heard his reason for rejecting the class beauty was… he doesn’t like girls!” “That’s not disliking girls, that’s disliking girls other than Wendy, right?” My mind went blank, my eyes involuntarily falling on his wrist. Liam seemed to notice my gaze, subconsciously covering the black hair tie with his other hand, but his ears turned red quietly. Ryan rushed over and grabbed my wrist. “Wendy, don’t listen to his nonsense! You should know how I treat you. Chloe said you girls like roses the most.” That must be what Chloe likes. I never liked roses, but red lilies. Once when passing a flower shop with him after school, I pointed at the red lilies inside and deliberately said. “The language of red lilies is passionate love.” It seems he forgot. If he really wanted to confess, how could he not put any heart into it? “Let go.” Liam’s voice was cold, his eyes becoming dangerous. Ryan was shaken by his aura, and the force on his hand loosened unconsciously. He took the opportunity to pull me behind him, blocking me. The private room was in chaos. “Wendy doesn’t like roses. Just because others like them, must she like them too?” Ryan suddenly threw the roses hard on the ground, raging. “Wendy! You choose him?” “Have you forgotten everything between us in the past three years?” “Who gave you an umbrella on rainy days? Who carried you to the nurse’s office when your stomach hurt? Who comforted you when you failed an exam?” Every sentence stabbed me like a knife, making me bleed. Those memories were real. But the deception now is also real. I looked at Ryan’s red eyes, took a step back, widening the distance. “I choose no one.” After speaking, I turned and walked towards the door. Ryan wanted to chase after me, but was blocked by Liam with a sidestep. After returning home, my phone kept vibrating. Ryan’s messages popped up one after another: “How could someone like Liam be serious? His family arranged for him to go abroad long ago.” “He just sees you as innocent and easy to fool.” “Are you giving up our three-year relationship so easily?” I stared at the screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose to block him. The world was finally quiet. The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the person claiming to be my 25-year-old self sent another message. [Why don’t you accept Liam?] I replied with a question mark. Too sudden. Especially since my feelings for Ryan haven’t been cut off yet. Message notifications sounded continuously. [In the future, if you cry, he would wish to take out his heart and give it to you.] [If you hit him, he’s afraid your hand hurts.] [He remembers all your preferences, even calculates your period more accurately than you do.] I got more annoyed the more I read, replying directly. “Since you say we will get married in the future, what’s the difference between earlier and later?” The other side was silent for a long time, so long that I thought they wouldn’t reply. Finally, a new message popped up: [Because, you owe him too much.] My heart suddenly clenched. 4 [You will get married, but a year after marriage, he was hit by a car and died to save you.] The phone slipped. I squatted down to pick it up, realizing my hands were shaking badly. The screen lit up again: [After high school graduation, you accepted Ryan’s confession. After he got you, he dumped you immediately.] [You used suicide to force him back. Later, it was Liam who pieced the broken you back together bit by bit.] [Just when you decided to treat him well, there was a car accident. You fainted three times at the funeral.] [You didn’t even realize you were pregnant. That child wasn’t saved in the end.] [When organizing his belongings, you found in his study that he started writing a diary since high school, every entry about you.] … “Isn’t Liam going abroad?” I asked. [He didn’t go. He donated a building to attend the same university as you. Ask him if you don’t believe me.] Donated a building? Sounds like Liam’s style. I opened the chat with Liam. Typing and deleting. Finally sent just one sentence. “Heard you’re going to study abroad?” The other side immediately showed “typing…”. “?” Before I could reply, Liam replied instantly. “I love my country very much, not that kind of person, absolutely won’t go abroad!” I laughed through tears. This tone was so him, arrogant and childish. At this moment, the phone vibrated again. It was from my future self. [Treat him better, or you’ll regret it.] [I don’t want you to walk my path again, because I am regretting it right now.] She said she could hardly distinguish between reality and falsehood anymore. Sometimes waking up, standing on the rooftop. If she hadn’t suddenly discovered she could contact her past self, she would have jumped long ago. Seeing no reaction from me, Liam sent messages on his own. “That kid Ryan is really not a thing!” “Not only did he bet on you with people, I even peeked at him changing clothes!” “Doesn’t even have abs, so weak!” I couldn’t help laughing out loud. “Do you have abs then?” The other side didn’t send anything for a long time. Did he go to count his abs? Sure enough, half a minute later, he sent a message. “Eight, want to count?” I bit my lip and replied. “Sure.” The next second, the phone suddenly rang with a video call ringtone. I hurriedly tidied my hair and clicked accept. On the screen. Liam’s face was ridiculously red, eyes darting around, just not daring to look directly at the camera. “Um, you, you just said…” “Liam. Let’s try it.” I interrupted him, mustering up courage. He froze there, his silly eyes landing on my face. “Huh?” “Um, you said, you said try with whom?” “Try what?” I raised my chin, teasing him on purpose. “What do you think?” The phone camera shook violently a few times, as if almost dropped. When it reappeared, his face was extremely close, excitement unconcealed in his voice. “Wendy, are you serious?” I nodded. “Hehe!” Liam laughed like a big fool. All night, he sent WeChat messages calling me girlfriend. Even after I slept, he was still sending. “Girlfriend, good night~” Early next morning, the doorbell rang.

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I was born with a “crow’s mouth”—a jinx. Anything bad I said came true. So, from the moment I could understand the world, I never spoke a word. My six-year-old son accidentally bumped into my pregnant sister-in-law. My husband, furious, sent him to a “dog training camp” for discipline. My son had been bitten by a dog before; he was terrified of them. I tried to stop my husband, kneeling and banging my head on the floor until I bled. Caleb helped his sister-in-law, Larissa, up, gently stroking her swollen belly. But his words to me were cold and heartless: “Don’t think I can’t see it. He did this because you put him up to it. You scheming mute. Your dirty blood runs in his veins. If I don’t teach him early, he’ll grow up to be scum just like you.” “Send him to learn some rules. Let him know what respect is. And let this be a lesson to you: don’t touch what you shouldn’t touch!” When I finally found my son, he was in a cage with five vicious dogs. His body had been torn apart. I pieced together my son’s small, broken body. For the first time in over twenty years, I opened my mouth and spoke my first sentence: “Caleb, I want a blood debt paid in blood. I want your family ruined and dead.” 1 When I returned to the villa holding the incomplete pieces of my son’s body, Caleb was in the garden, personally planting roses for Larissa. Blood-red roses, blooming delicately. Caleb looked at Larissa with eyes full of tenderness. But when he saw me, his gaze instantly turned to disgust. “Selena, look at you. Neither human nor ghost. is the Gu family going bankrupt that we can’t afford to keep you? Disheveled like a beggar.” “You think this will make me pity you? You can’t teach your child well, only playing these scheming games. Can’t you learn something from Larissa?” Larissa glanced at me triumphantly, her voice soft: “Selena is just worried about JJ. If I had been more careful and avoided JJ, he wouldn’t have bumped into me. Selena must be blaming me. Bring JJ back quickly.” Caleb frowned: “JJ was corrupted by this bitch. Sending him to the dog training camp to learn rules is saving him. It has nothing to do with you.” He turned to me: “Why aren’t you going back to clean yourself up? Don’t be an eyesore here.” I held JJ’s body, looking at Caleb expressionlessly. I was born with a jinxed mouth. Whatever I said would inexplicably come true. Since I was sensible, I stopped speaking. I used to hate why this curse fell on me. Now, I only hope my words come true as soon as possible, so they get the punishment they deserve. Because I hadn’t spoken for a long time, my voice was hoarse and unpleasant: “Caleb, you’re right. The Gu family is going bankrupt.” Caleb was shocked to hear me speak: “Selena, you can talk!” Then his shock turned to anger: “You really are scheming. To cheat my sympathy, you pretended to be mute for so many years!” “Can’t hold it in now? Let me tell you, the heir of the Gu family can only be Larissa’s child. Don’t even think about it. If you dare to have any designs on the child in her belly, I won’t spare you.” He didn’t look at me again: “Even one look at you makes me sick. Throw away that dirty thing in your hands and get out.” My hands holding JJ’s body trembled. He was already dead, yet his own father called him a “dirty thing.” I remembered every night when he raised his tender little face and asked me: “Mommy, if I’m a good boy, will Daddy tell me a story?” “On my birthday, will Daddy take me to the amusement park? He promised me before.” My heart ached violently. Trembling, holding JJ’s body, tears burst from my eyes, and I rasped: “Caleb, this isn’t a dirty thing. This is your son JJ’s body. As you wished, he is dead!” Caleb froze, then sneered: “Selena, is this why you stopped pretending to be mute? Because it hindered your acting? Cursing your own son, you are truly terrifying.” He snatched JJ’s body from my arms, glanced at it casually, and said with cruel intent to expose me: “Since you say this pile of rotten meat is JJ, let the dogs recognize it. Is it human meat, or animal meat you found for your performance?” 2 Soon, the butler brought two large black dogs. Caleb threw the bundle in his hand in front of the two dogs. Smelling blood, they excitedly dragged out the remaining limbs and began to feast. I went crazy, rushing forward to snatch JJ back, but was tightly held back by the butler. I screamed heart-rendingly at Caleb: “Caleb, that’s your son! He was bitten to death by dogs, how can you feed him to dogs again? Are you even human?!” Caleb carefully blocked Larissa, afraid the smell of blood on the ground would scare her. He looked at me mockingly: “Selena, your acting is quite realistic. You really put a lot of thought into deceiving me. But use your brain. JJ went to learn rules; he is safe and sound at the dog training camp.” “In a week, I will bring him back myself. No matter how much of a scene you make now, I won’t agree to your demands.” I hated him so much my gums bled from clenching my teeth. Like a madwoman, I bit and hit the people holding me back, finally snatching back the remaining body parts. The black dogs were eating happily; suddenly deprived of food, they bared their teeth to bite me. Caleb frowned and had the dogs taken away just in time. He had run out of patience with me. Not wanting to look at me again, he supported Larissa and turned to leave. I shouted at their backs with hatred: “My child is dead, and hers won’t live either!” Since Caleb’s older brother died, he had taken care of his sister-in-law, Larissa, all the way into bed. At first, Caleb had an affair in secret, trying every way to keep me from finding out. Until one day, Caleb brought back a bruised Larissa, looking at me with strange, cold eyes. He slapped me hard: “Selena, I didn’t expect you to be so vicious. If I hadn’t arrived in time, Larissa would have been raped and killed. She’s pregnant!” That was the first time Caleb hit me. I was bewildered, not knowing what happened, enduring the grievance to ask in sign language. But he had no patience to wait for me to finish gesturing, warning me: “Stop acting so pitiful. I won’t believe you anymore.” “If you can’t tolerate Larissa, I don’t mind divorcing you to marry her.” From then on, Caleb and Larissa’s relationship was no longer hidden. Even his mother, Old Mrs. Gu, couldn’t do anything about him. I thought about divorce countless times, but because I couldn’t get custody of JJ, I never took that step. In the end, it caused JJ to die without a whole body. I cried holding JJ’s body until I fainted. When I woke up again, I was dragged by my hair by Caleb to Larissa’s bedside. Larissa’s face was pale. She looked at me with tears in her eyes: “Selena, I know you don’t like me and think I stole Caleb. But the child is innocent. How could you be so cruel, trading my child’s life for your ability to speak…” The crow’s mouth curse came true. Her child was gone. I curled my lips into a cold smile. Seeing my reaction, Caleb became even angrier. He kicked me in the chest, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. “Bitch! I wondered how you suddenly could speak. You must have used some black magic to exchange Larissa’s child for it!” “I’ve been too soft on you, making you forget your place. Now that Larissa’s child is gone, you must pay the price!” “Want to speak? Wait for your next life!” Caleb brought a bowl of herbal medicine, pinched my neck, and tried to pour it into my mouth. I kept my mouth shut tight, struggling desperately. He pried open my jaw. Watching the medicine about to be poured in, I was too desperate to resist. If I drank this bowl of medicine, I would become a real mute. Caleb, your heart is truly cruel! 3 “Stop! Stop it! What a sin!” Old Mrs. Gu’s arrival interrupted Caleb’s actions. I fell from his hands to the ground, coughing violently, mouth full of the taste of blood. Old Mrs. Gu looked at the farce before her and sighed deeply. She helped me up. “Selena, are you okay?” I struggled to say a few words: “I’m fine.” Old Mrs. Gu trembled all over. She said in disbelief: “Selena, you… you can speak?” She seemed to age ten years in an instant, slumping, unable to stand, old tears streaming down, muttering: “It’s over, it’s over…” Caleb looked at her strangely and asked: “Mom, what’s wrong?” Old Mrs. Gu’s voice was hoarse: “Years ago, the Gu family faced a crisis. Your father paid a great price for a divination. The prophecy said as long as you married a mute girl with a matching horoscope, the Gu family’s fortune would be preserved.” “Until the mute girl speaks, and the Gu family… is ruined!” The divination was right, but it didn’t calculate that I pretended to be mute because of my crow’s mouth. Caleb didn’t believe it, scoffing at this explanation: “This is superstition to trick you old people. Our Gu family’s business today is earned by ourselves. What does it have to do with a woman like Selena?” “If she really had such great ability, how could she not even teach her own son well?” Old Mrs. Gu hesitated. She had doubted too, but since Caleb married Selena, the Gu family’s business improved rapidly. Old Mr. Gu died two years after the divination. She had to believe it on one hand, and hoped for luck on the other. Hearing about JJ, she perked up a bit. She doted on JJ the most. “Where’s JJ? Why haven’t I seen him?” Caleb looked at me with a sneer: “Selena couldn’t teach him well, so I sent him to the dog training camp to learn some rules.” I looked at Old Mrs. Gu and rasped: “JJ is already dead.” Caleb couldn’t stand me lying repeatedly. He said impatiently: “How long are you going to talk nonsense? Are you going to say that pile of rotten meat is JJ again? Servants, burn that pile of meat to ashes and scatter it in the rose soil as fertilizer.” Watching JJ’s body being thrown into the fire, this time I didn’t struggle. JJ was gone. Keeping his shell had no meaning. Better to burn it and let him leave this world cleanly, to be reborn into a good family in the next life, living a happy and stable life. Old Mrs. Gu looked at Caleb, then at me, momentarily unsure who to believe. She hurried away towards the dog training camp. After Old Mrs. Gu left, Larissa said tearfully: “My poor child, didn’t even get to see the world. He would have grown as big as JJ, calling us Mom and Dad.” “Caleb, do you think we’ll have children in the future?” Caleb kissed her forehead painfully, comforting her: “We will have more in the future.” He looked at me with even more disgust: “Selena, I let you off just now because my mom came, but I must teach you a lesson.” “Since Larissa’s child is gone, the child in your belly will compensate her.” Watching Caleb walk towards me step by step, I backed away in fear until I fell to the ground with nowhere to retreat. My voice trembled: “Caleb, you already killed JJ, are you going to kill another child of mine? He is your child too!” Caleb paused. Seeing his hesitation, Larissa spoke up again: “Caleb, no need to do this for me. My status in this family is awkward anyway. How can my child compare to Selena’s? Although you said the Gu family heir would be my child, no one took it seriously.” Caleb said solemnly: “I have the final say in this house. Everyone takes what I say seriously. Selena isn’t worth a single hair on your head.” He hesitated no more, raising his foot and stomping hard on my stomach. 4 I struggled desperately in pain but couldn’t move him an inch. Blood flowed from beneath me, staining the carpet red. Feeling the child leaving me, I looked at Caleb and used my last bit of strength to say: “Caleb, you will never have children again in your life. You will be lonely forever and die in the belly of a dog!” Only when I fainted from pain did he withdraw his foot, leaving a sentence: “Let JJ stay in the dog training camp for another month. Remember, every extra day he stays is because of you!” When I woke up again, I was in bed, clothes changed. The nanny sat by the bed wiping tears. Seeing me wake up, she rambled: “How could Mr. Gu be so cruel, disregarding your life for a vixen?” “You had such a good relationship before. Mr. Gu learned sign language for you, spent all his free time with you and JJ. We all thought it was sweet.” “But since Mr. Gu’s brother died and that vixen moved in, why did Mr. Gu change?” She couldn’t understand how a person could change just like that, treating someone he once cherished like trash. I patted her hand, saying nothing more: “The Gu family will scatter soon. You should find a new place early.” I went to JJ’s room, folding his small clothes one by one, putting his favorite toys into a box. Everything reminded me of his innocent, cute smiling face, clingily calling me Mommy. Tears flowed endlessly, but no small hands would ever wipe them dry for me again. I burned the sorted items for JJ in the garden, talking to him constantly. JJ never heard my voice when he was alive; I wonder if he could recognize it. Caleb came over at some point. He said deeply: “Selena, you really commit to the act. Since you want a child so much, I can give you another one. Stop these disgusting tricks.” He roughly dragged me back to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. His breath on my neck made me tremble with disgust. I struggled desperately, hitting his face and body hard, but he held my hands tight. During the violent struggle, the wedding photo hanging on the wall fell and hit Caleb. Caleb got up in pain, angrily threw the frame aside. When he saw us embracing sweetly in the photo, he suddenly froze. Not knowing what he remembered, he left the bed with a complex expression, sat slowly on the sofa, and lit a cigarette. I pulled my torn clothes together and took out the divorce agreement prepared long ago from the nightstand. Putting the agreement in front of him, I said: “Caleb, sign it. Let’s divorce.” Caleb looked up at me: “Selena, don’t threaten me with divorce. Can you leave me? You know the story of the boy who cried wolf. Use a trick too much, and it won’t work.” “If I really sign this today, it’ll be too late for you to cry and regret tomorrow.” Ignoring his sarcasm, I said calmly: “Divorcing me, you can marry Larissa legitimately. As for whether I regret it tomorrow, that’s my business.” “Or, Caleb, you don’t want to divorce me? Or you dare not sign?” Caleb sneered: “Selena, who do you think you are? My Gu family is rich and powerful, we have everything. If my family hadn’t forced me to marry you back then, could you have married me?” “Slept by me for seven or eight years, who would want you after leaving me?” I ignored his ridicule, just insisting: “Then sign it.” Caleb put away the sneer on his face, staring at me motionless.

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