My mom called me from my top-secret unit, telling me to come home. She had arranged a marriage for me. The prospective bride had everything going for her. Besides being gorgeous, she was the CEO of a famous publicly listed company in the area. Because of my special status, I couldn’t fly commercial. My boss even lent me his personal car to help me make a good impression. I arrived downstairs at my fiancée’s company right on time. Just as I was backing into a parking spot, a red Ferrari came speeding towards me. I couldn’t brake in time and hit it. The owner rolled down the window arrogantly, pointing and cursing at me: “Are your eyes up your ass? Do you know how to drive?” I suppressed my anger and retorted: “You stole my spot, and now you’re blaming me?” Facing my question, he was full of disdain. “Your spot?” “Out-of-towner, let me tell you something. In Jinghai, even a penny falling from the sky belongs to the Chengs, got it?” I froze for a few seconds, then pulled out my phone and dialed my fiancée’s number. “I heard people from your company say the Cheng family runs Jinghai. Is that true?” 1 If it weren’t for my mom, I wouldn’t have even bothered making this call. Hitting my boss’s car isn’t something that can be solved just by paying money. If my future wife had a decent attitude about admitting mistakes, I might have considered suppressing this matter. “I’m busy, make it quick.” On the phone, her tone was extremely impatient. “Miss Cheng, I think you’d better come down personally, lest…” Before I could finish, the line went dead. I stood there, stunned. Do all rich people have this temper? Seeing this, the man who stole my parking spot was grinning from ear to ear. “I thought you were someone important, turns out you’re just all talk.” “If I were you, I’d pay up quickly. If CEO Cheng finds out her car was hit, you might not leave Jinghai alive.” Seeing I was only in my early twenties and driving a car with out-of-town plates, he didn’t take me seriously at all. “Sir, are you even being reasonable?” “You forced your way in and stole my spot. I haven’t even confronted you about that, and now you’re trying to scam me?” I pointed to the camera overhead. “There’s surveillance footage. If you keep twisting the truth, I’m calling the cops!” Hearing I wanted to call the police, he became even more arrogant. “Out-of-towner, save your breath. Even if the cops come, you’ll only end up paying more.” He got more agitated as he spoke, and the air reeked of alcohol. I clenched my fist, narrowing my eyes involuntarily. “You don’t want me to call the police because you’ve been drinking, right?” As soon as the words left my mouth, he shoved me hard. “What does my drinking have to do with you? Pay up!” “If you dare try to welch, I’ll make sure you can’t leave Jinghai!” I’ve been in the unit for years, rarely interacting with locals. I had no idea how to deal with this kind of hooligan. Seeing his arrogance, my anger flared up. “You hit my car, and now you’re accusing me? Is your brain working?” As soon as I said this, the onlookers gasped. “Holy crap, this kid has guts. He even dares to curse Assistant Cheng. Does he have a death wish?” “People usually avoid CEO Cheng’s car like the plague, and he dares to hit it. Balls of steel.” “Bad luck for him, messing with Assistant Cheng. That’s CEO Cheng’s right-hand man!” As the whispers grew louder, Assistant Cheng became even more smug. “Out-of-towner, you dare curse me? You must be tired of living!” Facing his threat, I didn’t care at all. I even found it laughable. “Assistant Cheng, right? I advise you to keep your mouth clean.” “If you really piss me off, even your boss won’t be able to handle the consequences.” “Handle your mom!” After cursing me a few times, he still wasn’t satisfied. He rolled up his sleeves and charged at me. “What? You Jinghai people resort to violence when you can’t win an argument?” Assistant Cheng threw several punches at me, but didn’t even touch my clothes. “Out-of-towner, dodge again and see what happens!” “Believe it or not, I’m calling CEO Cheng right now!” Facing Cheng Lexiao’s provocations, I didn’t fight back, only dodging. Not because I was afraid of him, but before leaving the unit, my boss repeatedly warned me. “Your words and actions represent the unit’s image. Once you’re out, absolutely do not conflict with locals.” Besides, I don’t know how to fight. I either don’t strike, or I strike to kill! Seeing I didn’t speak, Cheng Lexiao thought I was scared. He raised his fist and rushed at me again. Just in the nick of time, a roar came from behind. “Stop!” 2 “Cheng Lexiao, you’re my personal assistant. How can you just fight people on the street?” Surrounded by bodyguards, Chloe Cheng walked quickly towards me. “Are you Zach Zhao?” I looked at the woman in front of me. I had to admit, my mom has good taste. A crimson cheongsam wrapped around a perfect figure. If I had to pick a flaw, it would be the icy look she gave me. “Miss Cheng, nice to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself.” “My surname is Zhao, first name Zach, from…” “No need!” Before I could finish, Chloe interrupted impatiently, raising her hand. “We’re not suitable. Go back to where you came from.” I almost thought my ears were malfunctioning. I drove over ten hours from the unit to Jinghai without even a sip of water. Just met, and she tells me to leave without a word? Is she playing me for a fool? Thinking of this, my temper flared. “You should be the wife my mom found for me, Chloe Cheng, right?” “Sending me away before I even finish speaking, isn’t that a bit rude?” Hearing my words, Chloe’s face changed instantly. “Rude?” “Mr. Zhao, why don’t you look at the building behind you? Do you think you deserve me?” She looked me up and down with disdain. “I don’t know what my dad was thinking, trying to marry me off to a loser like you.” As soon as she said this, the crowd erupted again. “What? This kid is CEO Cheng’s fiancé? That’s unbelievable!” “A country bumpkin like him wants to eat swan meat? He should take a look in the mirror.” “CEO Cheng is the goddess of every man in Jinghai. I, Long Aotian, am the first to oppose this marriage.” As the discussions grew louder, I was confused. When did I say I wanted to marry her? Even if I wanted to, I’d need approval from my superiors. “Fine, fine. I’m a loser, you’re the heiress. Happy?” “Since Miss Cheng doesn’t fancy me, can you return the betrothal gift?” “My mom specifically said on the phone, if the marriage doesn’t work out, remember to get the gift back.” Actually, my mom never mentioned this. I just couldn’t stand her. As soon as I finished, Assistant Cheng jumped in. “Out-of-towner, who do you think you’re looking down on?” “CEO Cheng is the youngest billionaire in Jinghai. Does she need your petty cash?” Seeing this, I finally understood the true meaning of “lackey.” “Assistant Cheng, I just want my things back. What does it have to do with her being a billionaire?” Hearing my words, Chloe’s face flushed red. “It’s just eighty thousand bucks. I’ll return it to you.” She took out her phone and transferred the money on the spot. “I’ll give you a hundred thousand. The rest is a tip for your travel expenses.” I curled my lips and smiled at her. “Well, thank you very much, Miss Cheng.” Just as I turned around, Cheng Lexiao suddenly shouted at me. “Out-of-towner, stop right there!” I paused and turned back slowly. “What? Does Assistant Cheng want to invite me for dinner?” Cheng Lexiao gave me a sinister smile and whispered something in Chloe’s ear. The next second, the so-called youngest female billionaire of Jinghai was furious. “Mr. Zhao! You dare hit my car?” 3 Judging by Cheng Lexiao’s expression, I guessed he must have badmouthed me to Chloe. Borrowing a knife to kill, he’s truly a master at this. Based on Chloe’s attitude just now, I knew explaining was useless, so I didn’t bother wasting my breath. “Name your price. I’ll pay.” Chloe seemed surprised that I admitted it directly, looking at me with astonishment. “Pay? Can you afford it?” “My dad gave me this Ferrari for my 18th birthday. Limited edition, only three in the world, the only one in the country.” “A scratch on it is worth your life. How can you pay?” I raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on my lips. “Miss Cheng, just name the price. Whether I can afford it is my problem.” “Ten million!” As soon as I finished, Assistant Cheng spoke up again. “The whole front is caved in. It can’t be fixed domestically; it has to be sent back to the factory in Italy.” The crowd gasped. Even the owner, Chloe, was a bit surprised. “Assistant Cheng, this car was only a bit over ten million when I got it. Fixing a bumper shouldn’t cost that much, right?” Assistant Cheng waved his hand immediately. “No, no, no, CEO Cheng. You’re thinking too simply.” “This car was a birthday gift from your dad. The sentimental value is immense, right?” “Asking him for ten million is already us being charitable.” Hearing Assistant Cheng’s words, Chloe thought it made sense and lowered her head to think. “Okay! Ten million it is!” I didn’t give her time to think and agreed on the spot. Now, everyone’s eyes were on me. Some thought I was bluffing, some thought I was pretending to be weak to eat the tiger, and the rest were gloating. But these opinions didn’t matter to me. What mattered was that my car was hit too. Although not as severe as the Ferrari, the rear had some scratches. If it were a regular domestic car, Cheng Lexiao’s hit would have totaled it. “Since Miss Cheng’s car is settled, should we talk about mine?” I changed the subject, corners of my mouth lifting involuntarily. “Mine is a domestic car, so no need to send it abroad.” As soon as I finished, the crowd burst into laughter. Led by Cheng Lexiao, the lackeys pointed at me with disdain. “Kid, are you brain-damaged? How much can a domestic car be worth? I’ll just buy you a new one.” “Unbelievable. Someone drives a domestic car to propose in this day and age. Embarrassing.” I scanned the crowd and spoke coldly. “Everyone, although my car is domestic, it has a serial number.” “Before it gets dark, call your grandparents and ask them what a Red Flag (Hongqi) represents!” 4 “Red Flag, Green Flag, it’s just a broken domestic car. How much can it be worth?” Cheng Lexiao dismissed my kind warning completely. “Out-of-towner, talking so much, are you trying to welch?” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you can’t come up with ten million, don’t think about leaving Jinghai alive!” In less than an hour, someone threatened me twice! This was something I never even dreamed of since joining the unit. I stopped talking nonsense and pulled out my phone in front of everyone. “Hello, Boss, it’s Little Zhao.” The voice on the other end chuckled. “Kid, why call me now? Did you meet the wife? Satisfied?” I glanced gloatingly at Cheng Lexiao opposite me and spoke softly. “Boss, the wife thing is a long story. I have an emergency to report.” “The Red Flag you lent me got hit.” “What did you say!?” The boss on the other end was furious, his shock palpable through the screen. “Little Zhao, are you sure you’re not joking? That’s a Red Flag! Who dares hit it?” I continued unhurriedly. “Boss, how would I dare joke about this?” “The guy who hit your car wants me to pay him ten million and says if I don’t pay, I won’t leave alive.” I roughly explained what happened, and the boss smashed his cup in anger. “Who is it?” Before I could speak, Cheng Lexiao snatched the phone. “Hey, you’re the backup this kid called, right?” “I’ll give you twenty minutes to get the money. One minute late, and I break one of his fingers.” The boss probably never expected anyone to talk to him like that in his life. He paused for a few seconds. “You hit my car, and you want Little Zhao to pay?” Cheng Lexiao still didn’t know who he offended, maintaining his delinquent attitude. “Cut the crap, are you paying or not!” I felt the boss’s rage through the screen. “Pay! Ten million seems too little. How about I pay you a hundred million?” “Tell me the location. I’ll send someone with the money right now!” Cheng Lexiao didn’t expect the “old man” to be so fiery and retorted immediately. “Old fart, stop blowing smoke. A hundred million?” “If you dare pay, I dare take it. Jinghai Tower, I want cash!” After hanging up, Cheng Lexiao looked at his boss proudly, as if asking for credit. Seeing this scene, I couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud. “Miss Cheng, you really hired a good assistant.” “Even daring to extort a Red Flag. Looking across the country, I haven’t seen anyone as brave as him.” Hearing my words, Cheng Lexiao snorted indifferently. “Tch, I don’t care about your Red Flag or White Flag. You have less than ten minutes!” Just then, someone in the crowd shouted. “Look!” Everyone turned their heads. Dozens of armored trucks were driving towards us in a majestic convoy.

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The charity case my mom sponsored was impersonating me at school. At the bustling school gate, she beat me to it, skillfully sliding into the back seat of my family’s car. Loud enough for everyone around to hear, she shouted at me: “Chloe, I know we’re close, and I don’t want to hurt our friendship over petty things.” “But just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can always hitch a ride. We don’t even live in the same direction. You can’t just keep relying on my family’s driver to take you home.” As soon as the words left her mouth, disdainful looks shot my way from all directions. In the past, I would have flushed crimson, speechless and mortified. But unfortunately for her, I had just been reborn. So, in front of everyone, I yanked her out of the car without mercy. I climbed in, rolled down the window, and spat at her: “Lived the good life for a few days and forgot your own last name, huh?” “Your family’s driver? Go ahead, call him that. See if he dares to answer.” 1 The noisy crowd fell silent at my cold words. With a look of utter disgust, I glanced at Bella, her school uniform disheveled from being dragged out of the car. She didn’t say another word. Bang. I slammed the car door shut and ordered the driver to go. Outside, a recovering Bella banged on the window, putting on that inexplicable air of arrogance, demanding I open the door. “Miss, this isn’t good, is it?” The driver turned to look at me, his tone filled with hesitation. “Not good?” I sneered. Bella wanted me to open the door? Fine. I’d grant her wish. Wait for the moment she was distracted, I unlocked the door. Just as she pulled it open, I leaned back slightly, lifted my leg, and Bang! kicked the door hard. Bella didn’t dodge in time. The door slammed into her head with immense force, knocking her flying. “Ah!” A scream pierced the air as Bella hit the ground. I leaned casually against the door frame, watching her sprawl awkwardly on the concrete, scrapes on her arms and legs bleeding, a bump instantly swelling on her forehead. “Chloe Chen!” Regaining her senses, Bella screamed my name hysterically. Even now, eyes red, she tried to twist the truth: “It’s not like I won’t ever give you a ride! Even if we’re best friends, you can’t just mooch off my family’s car every single day!” “This is my family’s car! Aren’t you going too far?!” “Me? Going too far?” I pointed at my nose, amused, and let out an undisguised scoff: “You asked me to open the door, and I did, didn’t I?” “You didn’t dodge in time and hit the door yourself. I haven’t even accused you of insurance fraud yet.” “Besides, since when can anyone just run their mouth? You say this is your car? Where’s the proof?” “Open your dog eyes and look. Do you even recognize the brand of this car? Wore fancy clothes for a few days, put on a human skin, and you really think you’re somebody now?” I didn’t waste another word on her. I slammed the door shut again and told the driver to drive. Seeing the driver, Uncle Lee, look out the window at the crying Bella with pity in his eyes, my face darkened instantly. “Uncle Lee, don’t forget who pays your salary.” “When my dad gets back from overseas, I’ll tell him everything that’s happened lately.” “Think about your son. Rein in that overflowing sympathy of yours. Don’t waste it on people who don’t deserve it.” Uncle Lee’s sympathetic expression vanished instantly. He was originally my dad’s driver. Since my dad spent most of his time abroad managing the branch office, he assigned Uncle Lee to me. His son was my dad’s assistant, and his wife was a maid at the Chen family estate taking care of my grandmother. The whole family worked for us. I knew why Uncle Lee sympathized with Bella. Ever since my mom brought her home six months ago, she had been sucking up to everyone to secure her place. She’d help the maids prep food, chat with Uncle Lee while he washed the car… Over time, the staff grew fond of her, pitying her background and taking extra care of her. My warning was a reminder: don’t forget who your real boss is. Since my dad assigned him to me, he should serve me wholeheartedly, not be distracted by some two-faced manipulator. 2 When I got home, Nanny Liu immediately came to take my schoolbag. Seeing I was alone, her smile faltered. She asked immediately: “Miss, why are you alone? Where’s Bella? Didn’t she come back with you?” I ignored her and went straight to the dining room to wash my hands and eat. The table was full of Bella’s favorites. The braised beltfish I specifically asked for yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Bella’s favorite braised pork ribs sat in the center. In that instant, fury burned in my chest. But Nanny Liu, oblivious to my darkening face, ignored Uncle Lee’s attempts to stop her and kept rambling: “Madam might be late tonight. Miss, should we wait for Miss Bella before eating?” “Did you have a fight with Bella again? Miss, really, why must you always make things difficult for such a good girl like Bella?” “Old Lee, go back and pick up Bella quickly. The poor child doesn’t know the area well, what if she gets lost again like last time?” Nanny Liu nagged on. It sounded like questions, but the tone was full of blame. I tapped my fingers on the table, watching coldly as she turned to urge Uncle Lee to go back for Bella. “Shut up, stop talking.” Seeing Nanny Liu’s cluelessness, Uncle Lee couldn’t help but scold her in a low voice. Finally, I spoke, my voice calm: “Nanny Liu, where is the braised beltfish I asked for yesterday?” Nanny Liu froze, finally realizing something was wrong. She turned slowly to explain: “Well, um, I went out a bit late today, and the market was out of beltfish, so I didn’t make it.” “If Miss wants it, maybe tomorrow—” “Is our city so small that there’s only one market?” I cut off her clumsy lie coldly. “Went out late? Out of beltfish? How come they weren’t out of ribs?” “Was there really none, or did you just forget because you didn’t want to make it!” I picked up the plate of mouth-watering ribs and dumped the whole thing into the trash can. I don’t lose my temper often, but these people seemed to have forgotten who the real master of this house was! “Nanny Liu, if you listen to Bella so much, let her pay your salary from now on.” “I don’t want to repeat myself. Clear this table.” “I want beltfish today. If I don’t get it, pack your bags and retire early!” I turned and went upstairs. As I turned, I heard Nanny Liu and Uncle Lee whispering: “What’s wrong with the Young Miss today?” “She never used to care about these things.” 3 Lying on my bed, exhausted after making a call, I stared at the ceiling and rubbed my throbbing temples. Nanny Liu was right. The old me wouldn’t have cared. But at the school gate, Bella beat me to the car and humiliated me publicly. “Chloe, I know we’re close…” Those words echoed in my mind. If it were the past, I would have been flushed with embarrassment, unable to react. But coincidentally, at that exact moment, I was reborn. In my past life, she impersonated me, deliberately embarrassing me in public, kicking me out of the car, making everyone think I was a thick-skinned moocher. I wanted to clarify my identity at the parent-teacher conference, to expose Bella’s lies. But my mom showed up instead of Bella’s parents. In front of everyone, she announced that Bella was her only daughter. I cried and asked why she treated me like this, why she wouldn’t acknowledge her own daughter. She just waved her hand and “clarified” to everyone: “Who’s your mom? You’re just the daughter of my maid.” “I pitied you and sponsored you, but you delusionally want things you don’t deserve.” “What a sin!” Her words were like a thunderbolt, casting me into hell. With my mom’s favor, Bella had no fear. She instigated her lackeys to bully me at school, driving me to near depression. I called my dad crying, pouring out my grievances. My dad, who loved me dearly, rushed back from abroad but died in a plane crash. My only other support, my grandma, fell down the stairs and died upon hearing the news of my dad’s death. I was underage, so everything naturally went to my mom. After inheriting my dad’s company and assets, my mom immediately adopted Bella. To prevent me from being supported by the board of directors when I came of age, they concocted a lie that I had schizophrenia and sent me to a mental asylum. Under their orders, I was tortured to death in that asylum. Before I died, I learned a massive secret. The pain of my past life flashed before my eyes. I didn’t want to make useless vows to heaven. Being reborn was enough to steel my heart. Everyone who hurt me would pay. And those who truly loved me, I would protect them from their tragic fates. … A knock on the door broke my thoughts. Nanny Liu nervously called me down for dinner. On the dining table, my favorite braised beltfish sat in the center. The other dishes had been swapped for seafood I usually loved. Nanny Liu looked at me cautiously, fawningly calling me “Young Miss.” I didn’t say a word, didn’t even look at her. I sat down and ate with relish. The taste of the beltfish melted in my mouth, salty, fresh, and sweet. Just a common dish, but it took me a lifetime to taste it again. Because Bella was allergic to seafood, it had vanished from our table the moment she moved in. But why? The master of this house isn’t named Zhou! Starting today, I will fulfill every regret from my past life. 4 When my mom returned from the hospital with a bandaged Bella, she saw me feasting on a table full of seafood. Smelling the seafood, Bella turned pale and retched. When my mom looked at her, she covered her mouth, apologizing for not holding it in. Already angry about me hurting Bella, my mom exploded. She rushed over and swept all the seafood onto the floor, ignoring that I was eating. “Eat, eat, eat! You’ve got some nerve!” “You hurt Bella like this, and you have the face to eat? And seafood at home? You selfish animal, don’t you know Bella is allergic?” “What does her allergy have to do with me?” I looked up into my mom’s eyes. In my past life, she always told others I had a bad temper, unlike the obedient Bella. To please her, I kept a low profile and didn’t fight, but she still scolded me for being scheming. Since nothing I did satisfied her, I might as well show her what a real “bad temper” looked like. I took the half-eaten crab from my mouth and threw it at Bella standing behind her. Good aim. It hit her right in the face, eliciting a scream. I sneered, looking at her with disdain: “She’s just a charity case begging at our door. Why should I, the young mistress of the Chen family, accommodate her?” “What is she? Me giving her leftovers is already doing her a favor.” “Picking and choosing all day long. Who does she think she is? Look in the mirror and see if you’re worthy.” I leaned back, speaking casually. Truthful words, but Bella acted like she was wronged by the heavens, eyes red, sobbing uncontrollably. But I could see the venom she could barely suppress under that mask of grievance. “Bella!” My mom was shocked. She quickly picked the crab off Bella’s face. Seeing the tearful Bella, she hugged her, comforting her distress. Once Bella calmed down, she remembered me, the culprit. “You vicious little bitch! Do you think I won’t discipline you?!” “Look at what you did to Bella! I’m going to beat you to death today, you animal!” “I dare you!” Just as my mom raised her hand, face twisted in rage, a shout rang out from the entrance. My mom froze, her hand suspended in mid-air. As the sound of a cane tapping the floor drew nearer, the expression on Zhou Yaqin’s face turned to terror. “Grandma!” I was instantly excited, running past Zhou Yaqin to embrace the newcomer. “Grandma, I missed you so much!” I threw myself into her arms like a child. Thinking that in my past life, my beloved grandma’s death was indirectly caused by me, my heart bled, and tears fell uncontrollably. “Oh my, my precious Chloe, why are you crying?” “Let Grandma look at you. Have you lost weight?” “Don’t cry, baby. Grandma is here! Grandma will back you up. Who dared to make my Chloe cry?” Seeing my tears, my grandma’s eyes filled with pain. She patted my back gently, just like when I was little. Once I stopped crying, she touched my face lovingly, then pulled me behind her, her face changing instantly as she looked at Zhou Yaqin. “My son isn’t home, so you think you run the place?” “If Chloe hadn’t called saying she missed me and I decided to visit, I wouldn’t have known this house had a new master!” Grandma sat me down in the living room. Zhou Yaqin hated my grandma but was too terrified to look up. Seeing her silence, Grandma snorted and banged her cane on the marble floor. Zhou Yaqin visibly trembled. “Mom, this was Chloe’s fault. I was just teaching her a small lesson—” “Lesson? What right do you have to teach her a lesson!” Grandma barked. She had always looked down on my mom’s background and despised her for continuing to work in showbiz after marrying, disregarding the Chen family’s reputation. Scandals with tycoons one day, young idols the next. Countless people in the elite circle laughed at my grandma and dad behind their backs. In my past life, I tried to mediate their relationship, making up good things about my mom, but it was a thankless task. “I don’t care what you do outside, but don’t forget how you got your position and status. If you let my granddaughter suffer even a little bit again, there’s no need for you to stay in this house!” “And you!” Grandma’s gaze shifted to Bella beside Zhou Yaqin. The sharp look almost made Bella kneel. She stammered in fear: “G-Grandma, I…” “Don’t call me Grandma. I only have one granddaughter, Chloe.” Grandma’s disgust was palpable. She said coldly: “I heard you’ve been impersonating the Chen family’s young mistress at school?” “No, I didn’t, I—” “Whether you did or not, you know best.” Grandma pressed on, giving Bella no chance to argue. Another cold snort, and sweat rolled down Bella’s forehead. After my grandfather passed away when my dad was a teen, the massive Chen business empire fell into my grandma’s hands. Until my dad was capable enough to take over, Grandma ran the Chen Group. Back then, the group wasn’t as successful as today. Grandma led it through its toughest times, transforming it into a thriving business. Her methods and courage were unmatched. Decades of decisive leadership meant even in her old age, a single look could make people tremble. “I’ll put it here today. The Chen family has only one young mistress, and only one future successor: Chloe.” “Some people who want to play dirty tricks better weigh their own worth. Are you qualified to go against this old woman?” “If I hear anyone playing games and making Chloe suffer again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” With that, she pulled me up and ordered Nanny Liu behind her: “Pack my things. I’m staying here for a while.” “I want to see who dares to act up under my nose!”

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The year the earthquake hit, my sister and I were buried under the rubble. The rescuer said, “The structure is unstable. Saving one might cause the rest to collapse.” My parents screamed without hesitation: “Save my older daughter first!” My sister also screamed from inside: “Save me first! Save me first!” During the rescue, the firefighters emphasized again and again: Do not move. But my sister didn’t listen. She pushed violently against everything around her. Because of her, the debris shifted, and I was crushed to death by the collapsing weight. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the earthquake. 1 I jolted awake in bed, checking the date on my phone. It was the day. Two hours left. The quake would hit at 2:00 AM. It was exactly midnight. I didn’t have time to think. I put on my shoes and ran out. In my past life, the earthquake crushed so many people. Since I was reborn, I couldn’t just stand by. I had to save as many as I could. I started from the first floor, banging on doors one by one. Once I confirmed the sleepy residents were awake, I moved to the next. By the time I woke up the entire seven-story building, only five minutes remained. I sprinted home. Two minutes left. In my past life, I wasted the best escape window trying to save my sister. This time, I’d leave that heroic opportunity to the mother who loved her most. I ran to my parents’ room. “Mom, Dad, earthquake! Wake up!” They woke up groggily. Forty seconds left. “I just tried to wake Chloe, but she won’t wake up. What do we do?” My parents started to argue: “Who says there’s an earthquake? In the middle of the night, you…” Before they finished, the building began to shake. “Chloe is still sleeping!” I urged. Mom’s face filled with terror. She rushed towards Chloe’s room, screaming, “Chloe! Wake up! Get up, earthquake!” Dad grabbed me and we ran downstairs. The quake was violent, giving no time for hesitation. Just as Dad and I escaped the building, a deafening BOOM echoed. The building collapsed. Mom and Chloe were trapped in the ruins. Screams and wails filled the air. A piercing ring filled my ears, blurring my vision. Memories of my past life flooded back. That day, when the shaking started, I jumped up and ran to the door, seeing Chloe still asleep. I tried to pull her, wake her, but she slept like the dead. Mom and Dad had already escaped, and I missed my chance. We were both trapped. When daylight came, rescuers found us. I heard Mom calling out in distress, but only for Chloe. “Chloe, hang in there! Someone is coming to save you! You have to hold on!” After assessing the site, the rescuers told Mom: “The terrain is complex. Saving one might cause a secondary collapse. We suggest saving the one on the left first; it’s more stable.” Chloe and I both heard this. I didn’t even need to guess; I knew Mom wouldn’t pick me. From childhood, Chloe was the apple of her eye. And I, the second child, was always the unwanted one. Sure enough, Mom said firmly: “Save Chloe. Save the one on the right. The one in white.” Chloe screamed at that moment: “Mom, save me! My leg hurts! Save me first, Mom!” I felt cold all over. Through the cracks, I saw Mom’s worried gaze fixed solely on Chloe. The firefighters moved gently, trying their best to save both of us. They kept warning Chloe: “Don’t move. If you move, your sister might get crushed.” As they slowly pulled Chloe out, she ignored them. She flailed her arms, pushing everything around her. She shoved whatever she could reach, disregarding the firefighters’ shouts. The moment Chloe was pulled free, a massive weight crushed down on me. It squeezed the air out of my lungs. The pain was unbearable. I screamed, “Mom, save me! It hurts! Mom, help!” The rescue team sped up, calling for more hands to dig me out. But then I heard Mom say to them: “Don’t bother with the one inside. Even if you save her, she’ll be crippled. I don’t have the energy to raise a cripple.” I watched the small hole of light get completely blocked. Just like my life, fading into darkness. Lying in the dark ruins, I waited in terror for my death. After an eternity, I finally closed my eyes in exhaustion. When I opened them again, I was back on the day of the earthquake. This time, I want you to feel what it’s like to be chosen, and then abandoned. 2 Dad’s scream snapped me back to reality. I pulled him back: “Dad, watch out for aftershocks. Let’s go to the open area. Rescuers will come soon. Mom and Chloe will be fine.” Dad was in shock, completely dazed. Yeah, experiencing this for the first time would shatter anyone’s world. But I was different. I had already died in this earthquake once. I wasn’t afraid. Every day I lived now was a bonus. Rescuers arrived quickly. Dad rushed over, begging them to save his family. But the building was a pile of rubble; it was impossible to tell where Mom and Chloe were buried. But I knew. I deliberately led the rescuers in the opposite direction, “coincidentally” hearing an old lady’s cry for help. They saved her. Two more hours passed. Six hours from burial to discovery. I shouted: “Dad! Mom is over here!” Dad called the lead rescuer over. They surveyed the terrain, observing the situation inside. They delivered the bad news: “The terrain is complex. Saving one might cause a secondary collapse.” Such familiar words. Through the cracks, I saw Chloe’s pale face and Mom’s terrified expression. Dad hesitated. Both were his loves. How to choose? Unlike me, they made up their minds quickly back then. Heh. I heard Chloe scream: “Dad, save me! I don’t want to die! Dad, I can make money when I grow up, I can marry, I can take care of you! “Mom is just a woman who does chores. You can find another one, right? I’m worth more than Mom, Dad!” I watched Mom’s expression shatter. I lowered my head, hiding a smile. Surprise, Mom. The daughter you treasured sees you like this. To her, you’re just a replaceable nanny. Dad made his decision: “Save my daughter.” Mom was abandoned. She shrieked: “David Zhang, don’t you dare remarry! If I die, I’ll haunt you! “And you, Chloe Zhang! I was blind! I didn’t know you were so selfish!” Chloe’s legs were pinned, pain driving her mad. “So what if I’m selfish? I’m telling the truth! I am more valuable. Dad choosing me is smart!” Mom’s look of hatred was truly delightful to see. But I couldn’t let Mom die just like that. I shouted into the ruins: “Mom! Mom, don’t be scared! I will definitely save you! You have to hold on! Mom, don’t give up! I’m coming to save you!” Such heartwarming words. Compared to Chloe, I was the perfect filial daughter. Only I knew, I just wanted to deepen her resentment towards Chloe. The terrain was tricky. It took a lot of effort for the rescuers to pull Chloe out. When she was dragged out, I noticed her legs had turned black. I heard a medic say: “These legs might need amputation.” After Chloe was out, the secondary collapse didn’t happen on Mom’s side. Maybe because the position was different, or maybe because Chloe didn’t flail around this time. Mom was saved too. Both were sent to the hospital. Dad went with Chloe, and I went with Mom. I was getting more and more excited. After waking up, would Mom resent Chloe? Or, despite being stabbed in the back by her beloved daughter… Would she still only have eyes for her? 3 Looking at Mom, unconscious in the hospital bed, I stared at her intensely. For so many years, this was the first time I could look at her face so seriously. Growing up, Mom never really looked at me. Grandma said Mom wanted a son for her second child. She paid a huge fine just to have me. But alas, I was a girl. Mom was furious. From birth, I was dumped at Grandma’s. Grandma had no choice. She couldn’t watch me starve. Luckily, two neighbors had just given birth. I survived by scavenging breast milk here and there. Until I was eight and needed to start elementary school. Grandma called Dad, and he brought me to town for school. Chloe was two years older. When I started first grade, she was in third. I had zero educational foundation. First grade was a struggle. My grades were always at the bottom. Mom didn’t like me. Every day after school, I had to do chores. Dishes, laundry, sweeping, mopping… that was my daily life. My study time was compressed to the limit. My grades never caught up until middle school. Chloe, however, was always top three. Parents spoiled her like a princess. My birthday was a month after hers, but they never celebrated mine. I couldn’t even eat her birthday cake. They said I would steal her luck. But now, Chloe’s legs were amputated, her face ruined by rebar. Would they still love her? I stared at Mom’s face, my expression shifting from resentment to concern. Because she woke up. She looked at me, stunned at first, then relieved. I stepped forward with concern: “Mom~ You’re awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll call the doctor.” Mom grabbed me. Her first question was: “How is your sister?” I almost lost my composure. “Sister isn’t doing well. Both legs amputated, face disfigured. She hasn’t woken up yet.” Mom fell silent. She lay there without a word. Couldn’t tell if she was sad or happy. She seemed to be thinking, weighing her options. On the day Mom was discharged, Chloe woke up. Lying in the hospital bed, seeing Mom alive, she didn’t know how to react. Dad wasn’t there, probably figuring out our housing situation. Chloe didn’t know her legs were gone yet. Didn’t know about the centipede-like scars on her face. After a long hesitation, Chloe spoke: “Mom… glad you’re okay. We’re both alive, that’s best, right? Don’t blame me, I was just scared.” Mom’s expression was ugly. The despair of facing death was something she’d never forget. I walked to Mom, holding her arm: “Mom, you just woke up, sit down and rest. If you weren’t lucky, I would have…” I stopped there. Adults hate ominous talk. Stopping there was more effective. Mom’s gaze at Chloe grew more disgusted. Chloe glared at me hatefully: “Zoe Zhang, stop trying to drive a wedge between us. Mom will never like you.” Her words seemed to remind Mom of something. She turned around, grabbed my hand, eyes reddening instantly. “I didn’t raise you in vain. It was Mom’s fault. I treated you badly before. Don’t worry, Mom will change. I will make it up to you, double.” I smiled and held her hand back, tilting my head to give Chloe a triumphant smirk. But a question mark hung in my heart. Would Mom really keep her word? 4 Dinner time. Dad rushed back with three box lunches. One for each of us. None for Chloe. She demanded: “Why don’t I have one?” Dad shoveled rice into his mouth: “You just had surgery, in a coma for days. Doctor said eat something easy to digest first. I’ll buy you porridge later.” Chloe was confused: “Surgery? What surgery?” The three of us eating froze. Chloe didn’t know her legs were gone. She was only half a person now. No one answered. Her emotions crumbled. Her voice rose: “Tell me! What surgery?” Mom lost patience. She walked over and ripped off the blanket. Empty bed. Her legs were gone. Chloe opened her mouth but no sound came out. Tears rolled down like pearls. Silent breakdown. Mom seemed unsatisfied with the shock. She took a photo of Chloe’s face with her phone and showed it to her. Chloe completely lost it. Screaming with her face covered, attracting the nurse’s scolding. “Quiet! This is a hospital. Don’t disturb other patients.” I watched Chloe’s face turn ghost white. She shook her head in disbelief, muttering: “Impossible, impossible, wasn’t I saved? How could this be?” I ate with my head down, watching the standoff. Mom’s resentment ran deep. Being looked down upon by her favorite daughter. Being heartlessly abandoned by her must have hurt like hell. I gnawed on a chicken leg, listening to Mom mock her: “Did you think being saved meant a happy life again? “You even told your dad to find another one? If he found a stepmom, look at you now. He’d run off with the new woman and forget about you! “I really didn’t expect it. I spoiled you so much, and you wanted me dead. Heh, I was blind.” Dad put down his lunch and went to show loyalty to Mom: “Wifey, I never thought of abandoning you. It was Zoe begging me, my heart softened.” Mom glared at Dad: “That day I only heard Zoe telling me not to give up. I only heard Zoe say she’d save me. Don’t treat me like a fool.” They argued. My lunch box was empty. Our house collapsed. Dad used connections to solve the immediate housing problem. After Chloe was discharged, we moved into a temporary shed. Chloe’s condition required constant care. Mom refused to touch her. Dad was inconvenient as a man. The burden fell on my shoulders. Chloe seemed to enjoy me serving her hand and foot. That made me unhappy. That day Chloe needed the toilet. I pretended not to hear, washing dishes outside. Mom and Dad were out. Only Chloe was inside. I finished the dishes, then hung the laundry in the sun. Mom came back, saw me working, and offered to help. Then we heard a thud. We ran in. Chloe had fallen, covered in her own filth. Mom walked out in disgust. Took several breaths before going back in. Dad returned, called me over, said he found a school for me to transfer to. I left quickly. Only Mom and Chloe remained in the shed. Chloe was dying of shame. When Mom tried to help, she pushed her away. Mom got covered in filth too. But she still dragged Chloe into the plastic tub. Chloe cried. Mom endured the smell and washed her. Neither spoke, but the care wasn’t fake. How could a mother abandon her own daughter? Then what about me? Why did she abandon me back then?

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I woke up to find my husband had suddenly turned into his seventeen-year-old self. He refused to believe he was married, his face flushing red as he gritted his teeth: “I would rather die than marry a… loose woman like you.” But before he could finish, a man who looked exactly like him walked through the door, his face dark as a thundercloud. I said softly, “Honey, hug.” 1 I woke up feeling some strange movement beside me. After being tossed around all night, I was still sleepy, so I just murmured discontentedly. I hugged the person next to me out of habit, burrowing clingily into his chest: “Honey, let’s sleep a little longer.” Unexpectedly, my usually gentle and considerate husband pushed my hand away and shoved me aside. “Honey?” I opened my eyes in confusion. Only to find the person beside me wasn’t Adrian. No, he was Adrian. Just a shrunken, carbon-copy version of him. Sunlight fell on his messy hair. Unlike his usual sharp coolness, his youthful, fair face was flushed with the rosiness of just waking up. He frowned, radiating low pressure. Meeting my gaze, a flicker of darkness passed through his cold eyes, his voice raspy: “Who are you?” “Why are you dressed like that… in my bed?” I didn’t speak, rubbing my sleepy eyes. Am I still dreaming? The Adrian in front of me was at least ten years younger. He looked like an innocent high school student. I pulled the blanket tighter around my chest, leaning in curiously to examine him. “Honey, you seem to have shrunk.” Hearing my address. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and dodged my touch as if I were a virus. Then, he looked at me with cold eyes and said, “Don’t talk to me in that disgusting tone. I’m not your honey.” Something’s wrong. Very wrong. I propped up my weak body and got up slowly, habitually reaching out my arms for a hug like I always did. My oversized T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a patch of white skin. Even though he’d seen similar scenes countless times, Adrian reacted like it was his first. He jerked back as if electrocuted, his back hitting the wall with a thud. The tips of his ears turned red instantly, but his eyes stared straight at me. His face was cold, but his eyes clearly showed panic and shyness, along with a hint of curiosity he didn’t even notice himself. It was completely different from the mature and steady image in my memory. “Indecent!” “Stay away from me!” I was a bit confused. I vaguely remembered him putting the shirt on me himself last night when I was half-asleep, saying something about wrapping me in his scent. He was fine then, so why is he acting like a different person today? Before I could speak. He sneered, his eyes turning colder, “The old man sent you, didn’t he?” “Kicking me out of the house wasn’t enough? He wants to ruin my reputation too?” He paused, hot hatred surging from his trembling fingertips, then said with hatred, word by word, “You people are disgusting.” Adrian never talked to me like this. He never looked at me with such cold eyes. He looked exactly like Adrian, but the ruthlessness and despair seeping from his bones made me realize clearly—this was absolutely not the man I had spent five years redeeming with all my might. My sleepiness vanished instantly. 2 My mission in this world was to save the villain, Adrian. In the original book, he was the most vicious and gloomy villain. Abused by his family since childhood, his personality became extremely twisted. In adulthood, he would turn “black” for various reasons, kidnapping the heroine, destroying the hero’s career, and orchestrating a car accident to cripple him. And I was the wealthy fiancée forced to marry him. To prevent him from turning evil, the System tasked me with teaching him what love is. But all I knew was acting cute, spending money, and being clingy. Since coming to this world. I followed him around calling him “Hubby” all day. Our families had arranged our marriage since we were kids, so calling him “Hubby” seemed justified. But he always reacted strongly, covering my mouth as if he couldn’t stand it, “Don’t call me Hubby.” “Just say what you want.” I blinked and smartly changed my tune: “Adrian, I want to buy a bag.” He gave me a supplementary card without hesitation, his attitude extremely impatient: “Don’t appear in front of me in the future. I don’t like mercenary women like you.” I agreed readily, then turned around and moved into his house. Not only did I move in with my luggage, but I also went on shopping sprees with his card, dressing myself up like a little cupcake and barging into his black-and-white world every day. He was gloomy and dull; I was lively and cheerful. If he resisted me, I cried. The System mocked me ruthlessly: “The villain is naturally cold. He was indifferent even when his own mother died. He’s an emotionless monster.” “You don’t think a few crocodile tears will move him, do you?” Really? Then what was poking me in the back when he was drunk? And what was stealing kisses while I was asleep? I said nothing, just cried. Tears flowed from my big, watery eyes. I didn’t make a sound, just looked at him with a pouting, aggrieved expression. One second. Two seconds. He sighed helplessly, resignedly picking up a tissue to wipe my tears, coaxing in a low voice, “Why are you crying again?” “So delicate.” “Didn’t you like that new bag at Ginza? Ask Uncle Li to take you to buy it. And those mochi things you were crying for yesterday, I bought them and put them in the fridge. Ask Auntie Qiu to thaw them for you later.” “Stop crying, okay? You’ll blame me if your eyes hurt later.” The System was dumbfounded. “Wasn’t he supposed to be a gloomy villain? How did you train him into a daddy boyfriend?” Who knows? Maybe spoiled women have the best lives. Two years passed. Not only was I not kicked out of the Fu family, but I also married Adrian and became his courage to live in this world. After the System announced his “blackening value” was zero and he wouldn’t disturb the protagonists’ lives anymore, it disappeared. Now I had to call the System again. “System, what’s going on?” It arrived late, reacting sluggishly: “Sorry Host, something went wrong with the villain in the previous timeline, causing him to turn evil prematurely. If left unchecked, the whole world will collapse, so I had to temporarily send him to this timeline.” “You are looking at seventeen-year-old Adrian. His blackening value has reached 99%.” “Please save him again, if possible.” 3 I transmigrated to this world five years ago. At that time, Adrian had already become the tyrannical CEO feared by everyone in the capital. This Little Adrian in front of me had the makings of a villain but was obviously much more immature. He didn’t believe me, even sneering: “Married? Me and you?” His gaze swept over me, his expression changing from unnatural to extremely unnatural. He still didn’t dare look at the crucial parts but forced himself to maintain his momentum and snorted coldly, “I would rather die than marry a frivolous woman like you!” Before he could finish, the door was violently kicked open. A man who looked exactly like him strode into the room, a gloomy pressure instantly sweeping over us. It was the real Adrian. System: “Uh oh, forgot your husband was still here.” Surprised and delighted, I called out sweetly in my usual soft tone: “Hubby!” Seventeen-year-old Adrian’s ears turned red instantly. Blushing, he retorted impatiently in a low voice, “I told you I’m not your hubby!” “She was calling me.” Adrian picked me up with a dark face, his low rasp carrying an undeniable aura and unconcealable anger. “Who called you? Flattering yourself.” In the shadows, his gaze clashed with the teenage Adrian’s, invisible sparks flying. I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist, buried my face in his neck, and hooked my arms around him, but I could feel two scorching gazes clashing. The smell of gunpowder in the air made breathing tense. “Babe, go to the next room and get dressed.” Adrian patted my butt gently, planted a tender kiss on my forehead, then looked at Little Adrian with a flash of hostility. “We need to talk.” 4 I don’t know what Adrian said to him. When he came out, the boy looked unhappy, but the strange scene forced him to believe he had really traveled ten years into the future. After all, there was no second person in the world who looked exactly like him. And I, this “frivolous” woman, really was his wife. I looked at my two husbands, one big and one small. I quietly poked the big one. Then whispered, thinking I was quiet: “Hubby, he’s so small. Still a baby.” But I underestimated the sensitivity of a teenager. The already low-pressure boy exploded instantly, his face terrifyingly dark, writing “I’m very upset, apologize now” all over his face. His displeasure lasted until lunch. While eating, he frowned and tutted, slamming his chopsticks on the table irritably, “Enough already. Do you have to be like this even when eating?” “Disgusting.” Adrian was deboning fish for me. Ever since I got a fishbone stuck in my throat, he never let me eat fish myself. Seeing this, he glanced at him indifferently. “If you don’t like it, get out.” So he really got out. His face was blacker than the bottom of a pot as he slammed the door and left. Once he was gone, I sighed with relief: “Hubby, you had such a bad temper at seventeen.” Adrian put the deboned fish in my bowl, “Don’t think of him as me.” I wanted to say more but was silenced by his mouth. “Mmph…” After a long while, he stopped. His eyes were dark, rubbing my lips hard, “Babe, shouldn’t you explain to me?” I wanted to cry. How could I explain? It’s all the System’s fault! Adrian knew about the System. I never planned to hide it from him and confessed everything after we got married. Seeing my expression, he guessed most of it. He paused, “Is it the System?” I nodded quickly, hugging him and chattering my grievances. Hearing the word “redemption,” he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll figure this out. Don’t listen to the System.” When mentioning others, Adrian always looked indifferent. Including himself. I hesitated: “But, that’s you after all…” “No, babe.” “I can’t let you take risks. Besides, I know very well that only pain makes people strong. How can he take revenge without experiencing this? He’s not that fragile.” “I’m going abroad for business soon, for at least a month. During this time, ensure your own safety first, can you do that?” I nodded. Adrian smiled with satisfaction. He reached into my clothes, felt my slightly bulging belly, and picked me up to carry me to the room. I hooked my arms around his neck, trying to salvage the situation, “But honey, he looks really pitiful.” His eyes were obscure as he lowered his head and bit my shoulder, “I’m more pitiful than him. Touch me if you don’t believe it.” Me: … I knew this man had no good intentions. Turning every topic into something dirty. “Adrian! Didn’t we just… yesterday!” I grabbed his hair, speaking urgently, “Don’t bite!” A chuckle. It was as if he had turned back into that villain with a bad personality. He raised his head slowly, his lazy voice laced with huskiness and a low trailing note, making my heart tingle. “Why keep mentioning him? This is punishment for a disobedient baby.” I wanted to cry. How can someone be jealous of themselves?

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“You’re an unmarried girl, whose bastard is in your belly?” My parents questioned me like they’d lost their minds. They demanded to know who the father was. I looked at them and suddenly smiled. “The kidnappers.” My parents and brother froze instantly, their faces pale as sheets. I continued softly, “Don’t you remember? The kidnappers demanded a ransom, but you only agreed to save your other precious daughter, saying you wanted to teach me a lesson.” My mother collapsed onto the sofa. “That’s impossible. We just wanted you to learn not to bully Amber anymore. I didn’t… we didn’t think…” I squatted in front of my mother. “You never thought the kidnappers would assault me, did you?” Without waiting for her answer, I continued, “Take a guess. Do several grown male kidnappers have any humanity?” My mother opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “When I came home covered in bruises, why did no one ask me what happened?” “You didn’t come to save me. You only took Amber.” “You didn’t come the first day, nor the second. A whole month…” “Did you think the kidnappers still believed they’d get the ransom?” Well, now it’s fine. I’m dying. 1 The next day, I prepared to go to the hospital for surgery. Coincidentally, I ran into Mr. and Mrs. Shaw and their son, Ethan. Amber’s stomach issues had flared up again, and the whole family was rushing to accompany her. I went to the doctor’s office to confirm the surgery time. Walking out to handle the hospitalization paperwork, Ethan saw me. He grabbed my arm, Amber glaring daggers from behind him. “What are you doing at the hospital? Amber’s stomach acts up because you refuse to eat or drink, and you’re still causing trouble?” Ethan demanded sharply. I waved him off. “I’m not bored enough to visit you guys.” To me, the Shaw family were now strangers. 2 Since I decided not to be a Shaw anymore, I would completely cut off all emotional ties with them, just like… my parents did to me. Perhaps in my bones, I truly shared the same cold blood as the Shaws. I shook off Ethan and walked away. I used to always watch the backs of my parents and Ethan. Finally, I didn’t have to anymore. The biopsy results came back. Stage 4 Glioblastoma. Surgery was pointless, but the baby couldn’t stay. How could I keep the baby? Coming off the operating table alone, I almost lost half my life. I slept for two days, but it felt like a shallow nap. If death is like this, it doesn’t seem too hard to accept. The doctor said the abortion was successful, but the cancer cells had spread. I knew my time was even shorter. A month later, I was discharged. The doctor urged me to continue chemotherapy. That’s when I got a call from Amber. She said if I was leaving the Shaw family, I should make a clean break. She asked to meet at a coffee shop to return my things. Twenty minutes later, I arrived. Amber was already impatient. I didn’t expect Ethan to be there too. He looked me up and down. I had lost weight too fast this month. I looked like I had zero body fat, and the cancer pain left dark circles under my eyes. “Lily, look at yourself. How can you compare to Amber? You’ve embarrassed the Shaw family,” Ethan said. I didn’t speak. I picked up my luggage to leave. Ethan called out to me, looking displeased. Probably because I ignored him. For four years, I spent every moment trying to please him. When had he ever received such cold treatment from me? Seeing he had nothing to say, I prepared to push open the glass door and leave. Ethan tried to grab me but accidentally pulled my hair… my long, brownish-curly hair fell off. Ethan and Amber were shocked. “Why did you shave your head?” 3 “Are you crazy? Don’t you care about your image at all?” Ethan asked, noticing the shocked looks from other customers. Amber sneered, “Lily, what’s your trick this time? People cut flesh to repay parents; are you shaving your head to show determination?” Her words were like knives. I smiled. “Don’t you know what ‘starting from scratch’ means?” I held out my hand to Ethan. “Give me back my wig.” Ethan clutched the wig silently, just staring at me. Amber snatched it and threw it into my arms. I calmly put the wig back on. A skeletal woman with a shaved head on the street does affect the city’s image a bit. “Amber, you don’t need to be so scared. I won’t return to the Shaw family,” I said with a smile. “Not in this life, and definitely not in the next.” “I’m not scared! Mom, Dad, and Brother only love me!” Amber snapped, exasperated. Before going to the hospital for chemo, I went to pick out my grave. Right next to my adoptive parents. In my next life, I want to be their biological daughter. This life hurt too much. Next time, I just want the life I had before 17. To my surprise, the cemetery sales manager was Oliver Gu, the neighbor boy who lived next to my adoptive parents. He didn’t ask much, nor did he try to comfort me artificially. He was probably used to life and death. The brief shock was likely just because it was his first time serving the plot owner directly. Oliver seriously introduced the details and even picked out a high-quality, reasonably priced urn for me. He accompanied me to my parents’ grave. “Dad, Mom…” I missed you so much. I quickened my pace up the 108 steps. Standing before the familiar tombstone, the sight before me made me black out for a second! 4 The tombstone was defaced with large characters written in stinking dog blood. I rushed toward it… [LILY IS A SLUT. PARENTS WHO RAISED A SLUT ARE ANIMALS!] I dropped to my knees, frantically wiping with my sleeves. As I wiped, I apologized, “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry… Your daughter is unfilial, disturbing your peace even in heaven…” “I’m useless. How did this happen…” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” My hands rubbed until the skin broke. My light-colored clothes were stained red and dirty. Oliver ran back to the office, fetched a bucket and rag, and helped me clean. The rain fell harder, soaking me through. Oliver dragged and carried me down the mountain. I was the real daughter the Shaw family found. But when I returned at 17, the house already had a fake daughter, Amber, the same age as me. Amber. What a nice name. Embbodying all the Shaw family’s love. Before I got lost, my name was Pearl. The pearl in my parents’ palm. In the four years since my return, no one seemed to remember to change my name back to Shaw. I kept the name my adoptive parents gave me, Lily Liu. My adoptive parents treated me well. Unable to conceive, they thought finding me was a gift from heaven. They said they would always cherish me, their baby. But when my DNA was uploaded to a database during a school blood drive, my biological parents, who had lost me 13 years ago, found me. My adoptive parents let me return. They believed I could get better educational resources with the Shaws. At least I wouldn’t need to work part-time to study. But now, I’m dying. Brain tumor, late stage. My adoptive parents were also insulted like this. I felt like my internal organs were being crushed by a giant hand. 5 They don’t love me, and I don’t want to love them anymore. I just want to live for myself at the end of my life. Tomorrow is the painless surgery. But why did I have to see my deeply loving adoptive parents insulted like this? My adoptive mother passed away when I was 12. My adoptive father died in an accident last year. Can’t the dead leave in peace? My childhood memories of Mr. and Mrs. Shaw are blurry. I only remember my brother, Ethan, five years older, taking me to the amusement park. He told me to wait while he bought ice cream. I waited from morning till night. My brother never came back. In the end, a cleaner at the park, my adoptive mother, found me and took me home. On the first day back at the Shaw mansion, Amber cried to me, “I don’t want anything. I know I stole Sister’s identity all these years. But now I just want to be with Dad, Mom, and Brother. Please, Sister, don’t kick me out.” And what did Ethan, the brother who lost me, do? He pushed me away. “Amber, no one will kick you out, and no one dares to. You are my sister, my only sister.” Ethan hugged Amber tight, glaring at me. As if I were a villain trying to break up their family. My biological mother also had red eyes. Looking at Amber, she choked out to me, “Lily, when you got lost, Mom went crazy. So Dad brought Amber home. It was Amber who accompanied Mom through the days and nights without you.” The moment I turned to look at Amber, she smiled at me provocatively. “Mom, let’s not talk about this. Let Sister stay in my room tonight. The guest room isn’t ready yet.” Amber emphasized the words “guest room.” “How can we do that? Amber, you’re picky about beds. You won’t sleep well if you change rooms,” Mom said hurriedly, then abruptly stopped, remembering I was there. For the next four years, I lived in the guest room next to the nanny’s room on the first floor. I never moved. Don’t think about it. Can’t think about it anymore.

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My roommate, Zara, is a freeloader. She uses our stuff but never mentions splitting the cost. If she comes back to the dorm an hour late, she demands we split the AC bill so she pays less. When we stop her from smoking in the room, she has the audacity to ask us to split the cost of her cigarettes. Fed up, I suggested installing the nationally promoted “Absolute AA System.” [Note: AA stands for “All Average” or “Acting Alone,” referring to splitting bills evenly or paying for oneself.] She happily agreed. Later, at a group dinner, the usually frugal Zara waved her hand and ordered a table full of expensive seafood. I frowned and warned her: “That’s too much.” She dismissed it. In the end, as expected, more than half was left over. She feigned regret: “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to pack it up and take it home, so it doesn’t go to waste.” When the final bill came out, she broke down. The Absolute AA System does not lie. 1 I returned to the dorm after class to find all my roommates present. Zara looked unhappy, while the other two, Laney and spicy-tempered Layla, looked awkward. The atmosphere was a bit tense. Then Zara spoke up: “Since everyone is here, I have an announcement.” “I have club activities and come back an hour later than you guys. I don’t enjoy the AC during that time, so I won’t pay for that hour of electricity.” “At $2 an hour, 2 x 30 days = $60. 60 divided by 4 is $15. It’s not too much to ask for me to pay $15 less a month, right?” I frowned slightly. The other two roommates looked at each other. Zara had been like this since we became roommates. She never bought anything herself, just used our stuff, and shamelessly mooched food and drinks. The roommates, knowing she wasn’t well-off, didn’t fuss about it. Unexpectedly, not only was she ungrateful, but she also came up with this “AA” scheme. It was disgusting. Seeing no one respond, Zara raised her voice: “You guys aren’t trying to cheat me, are you? Trying to take advantage of me for this little bit? Have some shame!” I looked at the other two roommates and asked: “What do you guys think?” Laney, thin-skinned and also not from a wealthy family, didn’t dare express her opinion, whispering weakly: “I’m fine with whatever.” “Doesn’t matter to me.” Layla, who came from money, didn’t care about the cash and didn’t want to argue over such petty things. “I have no objection either, but there’s a problem. How do we ensure it’s truly fair? What if you come back early one day? How do we calculate that? Who has the time to keep track?” Zara looked at me with disgust: “You’re so troublesome, always nitpicking.” “You’re allowed to nitpick us, but we can’t nitpick you?” Layla agreed with me: “I think Jay has a point. If we’re going to calculate, we have to be precise.” “So what do you want? Trying to welch on the deal?” Zara kicked a chair in dissatisfaction, making a harsh scraping sound. I said expressionlessly: “Didn’t the school release an AA System? Let’s go get the chip implanted. Then the accounts will be clear.” “Otherwise, forget it.” Zara hesitated, then agreed. She always felt she was losing out by living with us. So the four of us went to the campus clinic for the subcutaneous implant. Afterward, a mechanical voice appeared in our minds: [Welcome to the Smart AA System developed by the State. This system will provide you with the fairest bill-splitting service.] This system was linked to our IDs and bank accounts. It would only be automatically removed upon graduation. Soon, the AA System deducted $0.50 from our electricity bill and credited it to Zara. The amount was small, but the pettiness was nauseating. Zara looked relieved and said loudly: “If I knew earlier, I would have gotten this system sooner. I’ve been giving away free electricity for a year.” Me: “…” Laney/Layla: “…” 2 After that day, Zara acted like nothing happened. Laney just came back with food, and Zara suddenly got up from her bed, sitting opposite her with an empty bowl. “Wow, braised pork today, and my favorite hand-torn cabbage! Laney, you’re the best!” Zara reached out with her chopsticks to take some food. But having seen her true colors, we were disgusted. Laney blocked her: “Zara, I only bought enough for myself. You… should go buy your own.” Zara frowned: “Laney, you make it sound like I’m intentionally mooching. I just didn’t have time to get food. What’s wrong with roommates helping each other out? Be careful, being so stingy will make people talk.” Laney, thin-skinned, flushed red: “How did you not have time? You’re always the first back to the dorm after class…” “What do you mean?” Zara slammed her chopsticks down. “Are you looking down on me?” “I didn’t mean that…” Just then, I walked in. Zara sought me out to judge: “Jay, look at Laney. I just didn’t have time to get food and asked for a few bites, but she’s so petty. So small-minded.” I glanced at the teary-eyed Laney, then at the self-righteous Zara, and said: “You seemed to be like this last year too. Did you not have time every noon for a whole year? Would you live on dew if you didn’t have roommates?” Zara’s face turned ugly: “Busy people like me are naturally different from idle students like you.” Zara loved to show off outside, winning the favor of many teachers and students, and even became the student council president. But who would have guessed she was like this in the dorm? “How about this? I bought two portions of food. I’ll sell you one.” I handed her the spicy hot pot (Malatang) in my hand: “$18.” “That’s more like it.” Zara’s face instantly cleared up. Taking the food, she glared at Laney: “Look at Jay. With your mindset, you won’t achieve anything after graduation. You look so poor.” Laney cried. I comforted her on WeChat, telling her to ignore Zara. However, Zara finished eating, took a nap, and still hadn’t paid me the $18. In the evening, Laney asked me guiltily: “Jay, does she not want to pay you? If I knew, I would have just given her some food, so you wouldn’t have wasted a portion.” I said it was Zara’s problem, not hers. And Zara might not always get away with it. Finally, at 12 o’clock, the system settlement sound rang in our minds. [1. Utilities split evenly, Zara deducted $0.50 less.] [2. $18 for spicy hot pot transferred from Zara’s account to Jay’s account.] Zara bolted upright, screeching: “Jay gave me that food! Why deduct $18?!” I reminded her timely: “I remember saying I was selling it to you.” Zara gritted her teeth and lied: “You’re lying! You clearly said you were giving it to me!” Laney said quietly: “Jay made it very clear, she sold it to you.” “Shut up! I didn’t agree!” Layla roared with her bad temper: “Doesn’t matter what you say. The system has judged the nature of the transaction. Arguing is useless. If you have objections, take it up with the State.” Zara was furious, cursing: “Fine! You guys are ganging up on me!” Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. She actually appealed the charge, but it was rejected. She spent the whole night cursing and kicking furniture, making noise to show her dissatisfaction. If she’s unhappy, no one else can be happy. Even with earplugs, we couldn’t block out the noise completely. The next day, Laney, Layla, and I all had dark circles under our eyes. 3 Probably for the revenge of the $18, Zara’s mooching behavior worsened. She started taking things without asking. The fruit on the table, if not watched, would soon be reduced to a third. My newly bought shampoo was half empty in two weeks. Layla’s unopened expensive face cream was found opened and half gone. She confronted Zara, unable to bear it anymore: “Did you steal and open it? You scooped out half!” Zara clipped her nails, not even looking up: “You can eat indiscriminately, but you can’t talk indiscriminately. Which eye saw me take it? You probably used it yourself and blamed it on me.” Layla was furious: “I just bought it yesterday! It was on the table, never touched!” “Whether you touched it or not is none of my business. Why accuse me? Why not Laney or Jay?” “They wouldn’t do such dirty things like you!” “Oh, targeting me, huh? Do you have evidence? If not, shut up.” Indeed, there was no evidence. Because of this, no matter how Layla questioned her, Zara denied it to the death. Layla angrily locked her valuables in the cabinet, slamming the door shut with a “bang.” “Then what about you breaking my hairdryer? You were the last one to use it, and it broke right after,” I said suddenly from my bed. I couldn’t intervene in Layla and Zara’s business, but my account had to be settled. “Just because you say I used it last means I did? Maybe you broke it yourself and framed me. Again, evidence or shut up. Annoying as hell.” “I hope you can keep this attitude.” I said meaningfully, then immediately ordered a surveillance camera, telling only Layla and Laney. “Stop acting tough, always whining.” Zara sneered and lay back down, not cleaning up her nail clippings. Not only that, but a pile of unwashed underwear and smelly socks was piled at the foot of her bed. Takeout boxes were stuffed under her desk, attracting cockroaches and bugs, filling the dorm with a rotten stench. Even the good-tempered Laney couldn’t help but speak up seeing this “grand sight”: “Zara, clean up your area. It’s dirty. And it’s your turn to clean the dorm this week, but you haven’t done it.” However, she only got this reply: “I don’t think it’s dirty. If you think it’s dirty, clean it yourself. A dorm full of busybodies.” Then she put on her headphones and played games. Laney couldn’t stand it and started cleaning with a broom and mop. Seeing this, Layla and I consciously got out of bed to help. From above came Zara’s voice cursing at the game, soon changing to a sickeningly sweet voice: “Boohoo, what to do with weird roommates, brother? They all bully me. Will you protect me?” Us: “…” What comforted us was the bill settlement at night. [1. Utilities split evenly, Zara deducted $0.50 less.] [2. Zara scooped out half of Layla’s luxury face cream. Calculated at market price, must pay $800. Deducted.] [3. Zara broke Jay’s hairdryer. Calculated with depreciation, must compensate Jay $200. Deducted.] [4. Zara failed to fulfill cleaning duties. Three roommates helped clean. Calculated at market cleaner rate of $100/person/hour, total $300. Deducted.] We were stunned, then ecstatic. We didn’t expect the AA System to be so observant! Zara went crazy, cursing the system for scamming money, demanding a refund and removal of the system. However, the cold mechanical voice sounded again: [Removing the system before graduation will result in expulsion.] 4 Learning she would be expelled, Zara dared not question the system anymore. But she intensified her torture of us. Sleeping late, waking up early, playing games on speaker, banging things around loudly. A good night’s sleep became a luxury. We dragged our heavy bodies to class every day, sleeping as soon as we hit the desk, losing many participation points. Besides that, she livestreamed in the dorm. Once, Laney was changing and almost got recorded. Zara just said indifferently: “Who knows if you stood there changing on purpose? Seeing me livestream, couldn’t you hide? I think you just wanted to be on camera, using your body to seduce people.” Laney cried from anger and asked the counselor to change dorms. The counselor comforted her, saying they would arrange it when a dorm opened up. But we knew this was just bureaucratic talk. Seeing the counselor couldn’t do anything to her, Zara became even more smug. At some point, she picked up a bad habit. Smoking. She smoked as soon as she returned to the dorm, two packs a day. Entering the door, we no longer smelled the sourness of her bed, but the stench of secondhand smoke. I hate the smell of secondhand smoke; it hurts my heart and lungs. I couldn’t help but rage: “The dorm is a public space! Why smoke here? Can’t you go outside?” Layla, eyes stinging from the smoke, joined in: “Don’t you know secondhand smoke is toxic? Why force us to breathe your smoke?” Zara just sneered: “So what? I haven’t asked you to split the cost of my cigarettes yet.” Seeing us unhappy made Zara happy. Laney, Layla, and I squatted downstairs, looking at the moon. Laney clutched her chest: “I feel like I’m getting breast hyperplasia.” Layla looked pale: “I’m about to have a nervous breakdown.” I was expressionless: “I feel my brain and lungs aren’t doing well.” Other things could be tolerated, but secondhand smoke was unbearable. Only non-smokers know how smelly and disgusting it is, not to mention the health risks. Usually, I hold my breath and detour when walking past smokers. I even drop novels if the male lead smokes. Good lord, now I’m getting my fill. Laney suggested: “Should we complain together to change dorms?” Layla shook her head: “Useless. Where would the school find empty dorms? They only ‘solve’ the person raising the issue.” We were honest people, helpless against a rogue, and couldn’t be rogues ourselves. I sighed: “Let’s go to the hospital first. Don’t want to get sick from anger.” The checkup results were fine. The doctor said we were under too much stress and told us to rest and stop smoking. Heaven help us, we don’t smoke! Seeing the doctor’s orders, we sighed again, pained by the hundreds of dollars in checkup fees. Before returning to the dorm, I bought white vinegar and a spray bottle, deciding to spray Zara if she smoked again. Even a rabbit bites when cornered. However, before we could execute the plan, Zara returned drunk almost at dawn. At the same time, the cold mechanical voice sounded. [1. Utilities split evenly, Zara deducted $0.50 less.] [2. Zara smokes cigarettes at $20/pack, 2 packs/day, total $40. Roommates should split the cost. Deducted $10 each from Laney, Layla, and Jay.] WTF! Is there no justice! Zara froze, then laughed maniacally: “See? Karma for going against me! Hahaha.” This is intolerable! Furious, I jumped up to appeal. However, the mechanical voice paused, then continued.

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I transmigrated into the body of a beautiful and wealthy female supporting character in a novel. Her only flaw was her terrible grades; despite being dead last in her class, she insisted on chasing after the school’s top student. Hilarious. Before I transmigrated, I scored 710 out of 750 on the Gaokao (China’s National College Entrance Examination) and was the top science student in the entire province. Talk about hitting the jackpot. 1 When I transmigrated, the character I inhabited was being chewed out by the math teacher: “You scored in the teens on the math test! I could score higher with my eyes closed! What’s the use of your family having money? It’s wasted on a brain like yours. And you still have the nerve to chase after Adrian? He’d have to be blind to give you a second look!” Spit was practically flying onto my face. The original owner must have been under so much pressure that she had a mental breakdown, allowing me to take over. Good lord, looking at the dense numbers and formulas on the blackboard, the memories of just finishing the Gaokao instantly flooded back. Insult whatever you want, but don’t insult my intelligence. That’s stomping all over my area of expertise. “The first question is C, the second fill-in-the-blank is 436, and the third question is flawed, no solution,” I blurted out. The math teacher stared at me, dumbfounded. A minute later, he slowly shifted his gaze to Adrian: “Uh, Adrian, critique student Tiffany’s solution.” Adrian stood up, scribbled on his scratch paper for a moment, then looked up and nodded at the teacher: “Correct. The third question is missing the range for b, so it’s unsolvable.” The teacher rolled his eyes and waved me off: “Cough, okay, fine, sit down. Learn more from Adrian in the future.” Sigh, Adrian still had to calculate it. I did it in my head, okay? Who should learn from whom? But I couldn’t be bothered to argue with this teacher because I realized my seat was right in front of Adrian’s. The original owner must have begged her rich daddy for this. I didn’t care; I sat down heavily. But I felt a gaze constantly boring into my back, which was weird. 2 After class, a flock of girls rushed behind me, pulling out workbooks to ask Adrian questions. Having read the novel, I was used to this scene. In the original book, the female lead, Chloe, and the supporting female character, Tiffany (that’s me now), both sought Adrian for tutoring. Chloe was a diligent student. With average grades and an average family background, she relied on Adrian’s help to break into the top twenty and even won a scholarship. As for Tiffany, she wasn’t studying at all. Asking for help was just a ploy to get close to the male lead. While Adrian patiently explained a problem, her attention was entirely on his face, listening to nothing. In the end, her grades dropped even further, infuriating Adrian to the point where he refused to speak to Tiffany again. When I read the novel, I wasn’t particularly fond of Adrian. He was portrayed as a cold, aloof genius. Indifferent to everyone, including Chloe. I thought back then, I have good grades and I’m not ugly, so why don’t that many guys chase me? The difference in treatment is huge. The only similarity was that during breaks, many classmates would also surround me with questions. Sometimes my solutions were simpler than the teacher’s, so often more people asked me than the teacher. Now hearing the chorus of “How do you do this?” and “Can you check this for me?” behind me, I reflexively turned around. “Tiffany, why are you here again? Didn’t Adrian say he wouldn’t teach you?” a delicate-looking girl glanced at me. Hey, I haven’t even spoken yet. Adrian also lifted his eyelids, staring at me unblinkingly, as if waiting for me to beg him. Just as I was about to speak, a short-haired girl rushed out from the side and yelled at the delicate girl, “What are you saying? Did Adrian open his mouth? You’re just farting here.” I remembered. Tiffany had two ride-or-die friends, Madison and Rainie. All three had terrible grades and spent their days gaming, shopping, and chasing idols. Madison must be defending her friend after seeing Tiffany getting mocked. I patted Madison on the shoulder, signaling her to calm down. Teach me? Waiting for someone to teach me Gaokao questions would take a hundred years. I grabbed the delicate girl’s test paper, glanced at it: “Multiple choice answers are C-D-A-C-B. You got it wrong because you copied the numbers wrong during calculation. Please don’t bother student Adrian with such idiotic questions in the future.” With that, I threw the paper back: “Next!” 3 Madison watched, stunned. In the end, only Chloe remained. As expected of someone Adrian tutored personally, her mistakes were more sophisticated, at least not due to stupid errors like miscopying numbers. I actually liked the female lead. I put my arm around Chloe’s shoulder and said earnestly, “Roll with me. Ask me if you don’t understand anything. Forget top twenty, I can get you into the top ten.” “Tiffany, what tricks are you playing now?” Adrian finally spoke. Not impatient, his tone still flat. But his eyes revealed a hint of distrust, clearly thinking: why would a bottom-feeder like me suddenly become enlightened? Hmph, underestimating me. “How about this, Adrian,” I smiled wickedly, “Let’s make a bet on who scores higher in the midterms. If you win, I’ll never bother you again. If I win…” Let me think, how about making Adrian call me Daddy? “You have to be Tiffany’s boyfriend for this semester!” Madison suddenly yelled before I could speak. “Hey!” I glared at her. Are you my bestie or my enemy! Madison winked at me, her expression clearly saying: since you can’t win anyway, might as well dream big. What if you get lucky, get everything right, channel Shakespeare for your essay, and become Gauss reborn for math? Wouldn’t you profit? Profit my ass. I really wanted to knock on her little skull. Even weirder, Adrian agreed. His expression clearly said: Heh, great, finally free from this pest. Me, who wanted to be Daddy, was now full of helplessness. “Fine. I’ll dump you the next day.” Just out of the classroom, a maid was waiting at the door. She took my backpack and asked respectfully: “Miss, your private limited edition Ferrari is in for maintenance. Today, Madam’s extended Rolls-Royce is here to pick you up. Is that acceptable?” Acceptable, very acceptable. I was secretly delighted. Having never seen much of the world, forget a Ferrari, anything with wheels would do. “Who is that? Why so pretentious? Getting picked up in different luxury cars every day.” “She’s been chasing Adrian for so long, and he won’t even look at her.” The chirping behind me was annoying, obviously Adrian’s fangirls A, B, and C. I couldn’t be bothered with them and walked straight to the extended luxury car parked at the school gate. The driver stood outside with black gloves, opening the door while saying, “Miss Tiffany, school’s out.” Just then, the female lead and her best friend passed by. The friend, probably annoyed by my flamboyance, mocked: “Heh, needs someone else to carry her bag. Rich people are so delicate.” Sigh. I’m not one to take insults lying down. Hands on hips, I was ready to launch into a monologue. Unexpectedly, the maid beside me spoke first: “Not at all. Mr. Qian pays me 50,000 a month. For just carrying a bag, I’m quite happy to do it.” I was dumbfounded. Chloe and her friend were stunned into silence. My dad is amazing, single-handedly raising the salary standards of the entire domestic service industry. I coughed twice and glanced at the maid’s nametag: “Alice.” “Okay, Alice,” I patted her shoulder, “You are exactly my type. Stick with me, I’ll get my dad to give you a raise.” 4 I knew Tiffany was rich. I didn’t know she was this rich. Her home was in the suburbs, a luxurious villa with a garden, swimming pool, and a large forest in the back. Like a noble castle in a British drama. More importantly, her parents were loving, the family harmonious. No dog-blood dramas about mistresses or fake heiresses. I couldn’t help but sigh. Why chase the male lead now? If I want to see handsome guys, isn’t it better to spend money supporting idols? An elegantly dressed woman walked out slowly. Seeing me, she smiled: “Tiffany, you’re back? Your dad is in the study.” This must be my mom. I leaped into her arms, shouting: “Mom!” The woman paused, patting my back: “What’s wrong today? You haven’t hugged Mom in a long time.” I grinned: “Just missed you.” I returned to my room. Rolling wildly on the three-to-four-meter-wide bed. Before I could finish rolling, the door opened. A middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses walked in. I thought for a moment and tentatively asked: “Dad?” My dad nodded, sat on the edge of my bed, and said earnestly: “Tiffany, did something unhappy happen today?” “Huh?” I didn’t react. “Your mom told me. You didn’t seem right when you came back. Did you do poorly on a test recently? It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I told you, if studying really isn’t your thing, I’ll send you abroad. Worst case, we buy a degree. You don’t need to work anyway; Dad will support you forever.” That’s not great. “Um, Dad, I think I’m getting the hang of studying.” My dad looked at me skeptically: “Oh, is it because that kid Adrian said something to you again? Tiffany, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why fixate on one flower? There are so many handsome boys now, you should look around.” Saying that, he suddenly shoved a stack of photos into my hand. I looked down curiously. They were all boys around my age, mostly quite good-looking. My dad introduced them: this is so-and-so’s son, this is the school hunk from that school… My dad put in too much effort to get me over Adrian. Moved, I picked the best-looking photo and showed it to my dad: “Dad, who is this guy?” “Oh, that’s the new idol launched by the talent agency. I know his dad. You like this type? I’ll get his number for you.” … I was just asking casually. But my dad had already seriously noted it in his phone memo. Finally, he stood up, patted his belly, and said with satisfaction: “Tiffany, you’re finally dumping that Adrian kid. From now on, I’ll add another 200,000 to your monthly allowance as a reward!”

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Just because I secretly posted a wedding photo on social media and forgot to block my fiancé Julian’s “white moonlight” (first love), he auctioned off his wedding night on his timeline the next day. After the wedding, I found Julian in a private room at the restaurant, haggling with his friends with my phone in hand. “One million for the night, not a penny less.” “Bro, even if Sienna is still a virgin, that price is too steep!” “Steep? That’s my brand-new wife! It’s worth extra! You gotta pay extra!” The group roared with laughter. “But seriously, Julian, if you don’t show up on your wedding night, aren’t you afraid Sienna will get mad?” “She asked for it, showing off in front of Monica. I’m already upset I couldn’t marry the woman I love. Besides, I found… this…” My phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor, tears streaming down my face. 1 “Bro, your post auctioning the wedding night experience must have hundreds of likes by now.” Julian smirked, nodding smugly. “Just about.” “Aren’t you afraid Sienna will find out and give you hell?” “Heh, I’ll just say it was a joke. What can she do?” His friends clasped their hands together, flattering him: “You really got it like that, Julian. How else would Sienna chase you? But how did she piss you off enough to auction a wedding night pass?” Julian raised an eyebrow at the praise. “Who told her to flex on Monica? Not marrying Monica is the biggest regret of my life. If I don’t teach her a lesson now, who knows how arrogant she’ll be in front of Monica later.” Julian scrolled through his phone, then smirked. “Found it!” He held up his phone. “Don’t say it’s not worth it. This is a private boudoir photo of Sienna. Look at that chest, look at that ass! Is that body not worth it?” Wolf whistles and cheers erupted from his friends. I wanted to rush in and shut him up, but my body wouldn’t stop shaking. My throat felt like it was blocked by something sharp and painful. My engagement to Julian was arranged when we were kids. Three years ago, the Jiang family faced a cash flow crisis, and Julian suddenly appeared in my world. It was love at first sight, and I pursued him relentlessly. Soon, he became my boyfriend. With him, fish never had bones, shrimp was always peeled, doors were opened for me, and my favorite dishes appeared without me asking… His attentiveness made me the envy of everyone. Seeing my happiness, my parents helped the Jiang family more and more, opening up the semiconductor market and securing huge contracts for them. Our wedding was put on the schedule. Until a month before the wedding, a woman named Monica suddenly appeared, claiming she was Julian’s true love. What did Julian do then? He squatted carefully in front of me, eyes full of anxiety and grievance. “Sienna, don’t listen to Monica’s nonsense. I only love you. Just don’t let her know our moves, it’s too much trouble.” I thought it was all Monica’s one-sided wishful thinking, but now… I posted a wedding photo and forgot to block Monica. That night, she posted a drunk, tearful video. In the video, her eyes were red, tears rolling down her cheeks, a single drop hanging from her nose, looking pitiful. Early that morning, Julian was carried home by his friends, drunk out of his mind. I asked anxiously what happened. A friend glanced at me and dropped a line: “Didn’t get to marry the woman he loves, I guess.” I didn’t understand then. Thinking back, the signs were there. Monica was the woman in Julian’s heart. I was just the necessary choice to help the Jiang family rise again. I walked out of the restaurant in a daze. The festive red everywhere stung my eyes. My parents’ parting words echoed in my ears. I’m sorry. I didn’t make myself happy. I chose a man who doesn’t love me. Because he doesn’t love me, he doesn’t care about my dignity or feelings. He made me a laughingstock and turned my most anticipated wedding night into a huge joke. I walked back to our house alone. Looking at the wedding room I meticulously decorated and the nightgown I carefully chose, I covered my face, tears flowing through my fingers… Until the phone rang. “Sienna, where are you?” I wiped my tears. “I’m at…” Bang! The bedroom door was kicked open. “Bro, sister-in-law is alone in the wedding room!” 2 Seeing a dozen men pouring in, my hand shook, and the phone fell. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest protectively. “Sister-in-law, don’t be shy…” A man swaggered forward, reeking of alcohol that made me nauseous. Seeing the silk nightgown on the bed, he hooked it with a finger, smirking lewdly. “Julian said, it’s his wedding night, let the boys have some fun…” “I’m telling you! Get out now… there are… cameras in the house!” I forced myself to sound calm. But the leader got even more excited. He sat next to me, looking me up and down. “Acting high and mighty? Your husband is out with another woman on his wedding night.” “Exactly… took photos with half a tit out, now pretending to be pure?” “Pure? Would a pure woman let her husband auction the wedding night? I bet she’s a slut at heart…” “It’s not like that!” Tears fell like broken beads. My best friend took those private photos; I only sent them to Julian. The man lost interest in teasing. Just as he was about to make a move, laughter came from the door. “Oh my, how could I miss Julian’s big day?” It was Monica. She walked in, saw me surrounded, and raised an eyebrow. I immediately spotted a hickey on her collarbone. Meeting her eyes, the triumphant look made me think the worst… “Sorry, Sienna, I’m late. My puppy at home is too clingy.” She brushed her hair back, revealing… Julian’s wedding ring on her finger? Monica produced two glasses of wine from somewhere, handing one to me. “I missed your ceremony today, let this drink be my apology.” The men laughed. “Julian’s losing it, letting Monica come here to stake her claim?” “What do you know? The Jiang family is going public soon. What use is the Shi family then? Kicked to the curb!” I shrank back. Julian holding that drink kept flashing in my mind. God knows if Monica spiked this. “Take it away! I won’t drink it!” I raised my voice, drawing more laughter. “Sienna, are you disrespecting me?” Monica grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards her. She whispered in my ear. “Sorry, Julian’s wedding night happened early. As for yours… afraid I drugged you? Sienna, the drug was already in the cross-cupped wine you drank with Julian.” Boom… My mind exploded. The scene at the wedding replayed. “Sienna, let’s drink the cross-cupped wine.” Julian’s affectionate eyes had mesmerized me. I suppressed my blush and drank it all. So he drugged me then? “Sienna?” A familiar voice. Julian walked in with a gentle smile. Today he surprisingly buttoned his shirt all the way up, but faint hickeys revealed what he just did. I bit my lip, digging my nails into my palm until it hurt. Julian sat next to me, pulling my hand down. “What are you doing? These are all my friends. Don’t you trust us?” Suddenly, my vision blurred. Waves of heat rose from my lower abdomen, spreading through my body. “Whoa… Julian, the drug kicked in?” 3 “Julian, is this okay?” a man asked cautiously. Julian smirked. “Of course! The Shi family is in trouble lately; they won’t recover anytime soon. Be bold, I’ll back you up…” I used my last bit of reason to grab Julian’s arm, tears falling uncontrollably. “Julian, tell me, why?” Why treat me like this? I gave you my whole heart, why? Julian’s eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed my chin. “Sienna, has your family done few despicable things? This is just the start; you’ll suffer more later!” He flung his hand, and I collapsed onto the bed, weak. Julian didn’t look back, walking out with his arm around Monica. Monica looked back at me, eyes full of triumph. “Help… help…” I tried to hug myself, but my arms were limp. Soon, my body was exposed to the air. I wanted to run, but someone grabbed my ankle and pulled… I was dragged to the edge of the bed, hands reaching for me. I bit my tongue hard until the taste of iron filled my mouth, gaining a bit of strength. My mom used to put scissors under my pillow to ward off evil. Only that could save me. The drug made me pant heavily, waves of pleasure causing hallucinations. I bit down again, blood trickling from my mouth. The leader grabbed my chin and slapped me hard. “Bitch, playing chaste?” My hand finally touched the cold steel under the pillow. “Stay back!” I pulled out the scissors, waving them wildly. “Oh, got tools? What, Sienna, you like S&M? We can play along.” The men weren’t scared; some even laughed. I used all my strength to shrink into the corner, hugging myself. I raised the scissors and stabbed my own stomach. The noise stopped instantly. Before they could react, I stabbed again. Pain clashed with the drug, sobering me up. “Want me dead? I’ll grant your wish!” Blood soaked the red sheets. My strength faded until I passed out from blood loss. 4 The smell of disinfectant made me frown. Opening my eyes, seeing familiar figures, my nose stung and I cried. “Sienna, let’s move to another city,” my mom said, eyes swollen, looking at me cautiously. My dad stood by with a stern face, but the glistening tears betrayed him. He gritted his teeth. “That bastard! How dare he!” Memories of last night flooded back, nausea rising in my throat. But seeing my parents’ worried faces, I pretended nothing happened. “Sure! I wanted to experience a new place anyway. When do we leave?” “Sienna…” The door opened. When Julian walked in, veins popped on my dad’s forehead. He slapped Julian hard, cursing through gritted teeth, “Animal! We were blind to give our daughter to you!” Julian pressed his tongue against his cheek, face darkening. “I’m an animal? Was your family not animals when you ruined the Jiang family then pretended to help us rise to get free shares?” “You… you… who told you the Shi family had anything to do with your troubles?” Julian sneered, glancing around. “Stop pretending! By the way, Monica is pregnant. It’s a boy. He’ll inherit everything!” “Bastard! Bastard! You did that to Sienna, and now you say you have a child?” My mom trembled, biting her lip. On the bed, a slight movement pulled my wound, causing sharp pain. Julian’s words replayed in my head, and I suddenly understood… “Julian, you planned all this, didn’t you?” Julian glanced at me. “Smart, Sienna.” Monica is illegitimate. With our engagement first, her pregnancy would be improper. But if I became something lower than her, she could give birth openly, taking revenge on me and elevating her status. I looked at the man I loved for three years and felt nothing but ridicule. My dad recovered a bit, suddenly grabbing a flower pot and swinging at Julian. Julian frowned, caught my dad’s arm, and squeezed slightly. Dad cried out in pain. “Julian!” I tried to get up but tore my wound, grimacing in pain. “Sienna! Do you agree?” Julian looked impatient, squeezing harder. Dad just had surgery a few months ago. “Okay! Okay! I agree!” Julian let go satisfied, dusting off his clothes. “That’s more like it. The Shi family probably has no liquid cash left, right? No worries, put it on my tab, hahaha…” My parents hugged me, the three of us crying together. I don’t know what strings Dad pulled, but everything was settled by the third day. Half a month later, when Julian finally remembered me after being with Monica, he opened the door to find an empty bed. “Doctor! Doctor! Where’s the patient?” “They were discharged long ago!”

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I accidentally sent my new wedding cosplay photos to my best friend’s brother instead of her. I retracted the message at lightning speed and resent it to my best friend. Usually a lightning-fast replier, she took forever to get back to me this time. “Want some tea on my brother?” “He was just crying! Crying while cooking, but stubbornly insisting it was the onion fumes.” “I heard him muttering something about ‘only telling me after getting married’…” “Did my brother get rejected by his secret crush?” 1 Chloe was still rambling on. My brain had already filtered for the critical information. “Your brother is cooking today! Can I come over for dinner?” Chloe replied: “…” Gossip is precious, but free food is priceless. I quickly changed and knocked on the Chen family’s door next door. Ethan opened the door. The man usually in a suit and tie had changed into loungewear. But the look in his eyes wasn’t as relaxed as his outfit. There was a thick fog in his eyes, making my heart tremble. The atmosphere froze for a moment. I stood at the door, unsure if I should stay or go. Chloe popped her head out from behind her brother. She shoved him aside: “Why are you blocking the door? Let Qing in.” She pulled me towards the dining room. Whispering gossip about her brother, Ethan. I was a bit distracted. Ethan’s misty eyes were soaked in sadness. I looked back at him at the door. He was still in the posture from when Chloe pushed him. Wind blew in from the open door. Fluttering his clothes and hair. Ineuliably pitiful. I snapped back and said to Chloe: “Your brother really took a hit. He looks dazed.” 2 My attention was quickly drawn to the dishes on the table. I filled a small bowl with rice. And complained to Chloe. “To shoot that wedding set, I starved my waist a whole size smaller these past few days.” Chloe leaned in and circled my waist with her hands, praising: “Omg Qing, your waist is so tiny!” As soon as she finished speaking. A crisp “clatter” came from the kitchen. We turned our heads together. We saw Ethan had accidentally knocked over a soup bowl. Soup dripped down the edge of the table, making a mess. He seemed to be looking at me, eyelashes slightly lowered, gaze landing on my waist. That gaze felt tangible. My heart tightened. He quickly looked away, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the table. He spoke, his tone chilly: “Just for a few photos, starving yourself like this. Does the person taking photos with you not care about you at all?” My cosplay partner and I were doing a wedding shoot; everything we did was to make the photos perfect. Why should she feel sorry for me? Chloe snickered and answered for me: “Bro, what do you know?” Ethan didn’t reply. He walked over, took the bowl from my hand, and added another scoop of rice. When he pushed the bowl back to me, there seemed to be heartache in his eyes: “Eat more.” My heart moved, a strange feeling. I obediently started eating as Ethan wished. Once I started, I lost control. Accidentally ate too much. Couldn’t hold it back and threw up. I clutched a tissue, bending over awkwardly, dying of embarrassment. “Are you okay?” Ethan squatted down to look at me, his tone much softer than before. I pursed my lips, eyes darting around. How do I say this? That I actually ate a whole pack of super spicy fire noodles before coming, plus the huge bowl of rice he gave me… I literally ate until I puked. That would be too embarrassing. While I struggled with what to say, Ethan suddenly raised his hand and rubbed my lowered head. “If you don’t want to say, it’s fine. Go to the hospital if you feel unwell. If something happened that you’re afraid to tell Mom and Dad, tell your big brother.” His voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid to scare me. The atmosphere suddenly quieted down. Maybe because I just threw up, my heart was racing uncontrollably. 3 After puking at Chloe’s, I went home listlessly. Everything that just happened kept replaying in my mind. When Ethan spilled the soup and looked at my waist; When I threw up a mess, and he immediately squatted down to care for me. I thought I could handle this rationally. But meeting his eyes, I still couldn’t resist. My phone dinged. It was a message from Chloe. [Qing, my brother seems even more upset.] [He’s been sitting on the sofa without speaking, holding his phone doing who knows what.] [I sneaked up behind him and saw him searching—] [How to steal someone who’s about to get married.] [What to do if the person you like isn’t treated well by their partner.] [How to take care of someone who might be pregnant.] I was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what she meant. Partly sympathizing with that unknown girl; judging by these search records, she had it rough. Partly frustrated with myself. Ethan is already planning to steal a bride for the girl he likes. Why does my heart still pound uselessly for him? It felt like a ball of wet cotton was stuffed in my chest. The unspoken crush dragged up past memories to haunt me. Back in school, Chloe often asked Ethan to tutor us. Claiming to “plagiarize knowledge from her brother’s smart brain.” But over time, as Ethan got stricter, Chloe started making excuses to skip tutoring. One day, only Ethan and I were left at home. He flipped through his thick reference book, seriously looking for practice questions for me. I waited boredly, my gaze drawn to a Polaroid on his desk. In the photo was a girl sleeping soundly on a desk, hair covering her face. She was draped in a boy’s jacket, the one Ethan often wore. I stared for a few seconds, trying to figure out who it was from the figure or hair. Before I could figure it out, Ethan snatched the photo from my hand. He looked at the girl in the photo and smiled incredibly gently: “I like her.” His voice wasn’t loud, but very serious. Those words smashed into my heart. My brain buzzed, and I felt empty. Since then, I thought, no matter how much I like him, I must stop. I won’t like someone who doesn’t like me back. 4 The next day, Chloe shook me awake. She pulled me up, excited as if she won the lottery: “Qing! I know who my brother likes!” I was groggy: “…Huh?” Chloe shoved clothes onto me: “Get up! I’ll take you to see my brother’s secret crush!” I was dragged to the coffee shop downstairs from the Chen family company. Chloe ordered a coffee for me and pointed to the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window: “Look over there.” I looked. It was a long-haired girl reading documents, composed temperament, gentle features. “Our company’s VP, Jane Yu. Super nice, great at her job.” Chloe rested her chin on her hand, looking at me, slightly melancholy: “But she’s getting married. How can my brother steal the bride?” My heart felt incredibly sour. I sipped my coffee slowly, making conversation: “How do you know your brother likes her?” Chloe grinned triumphantly: “Yesterday my brother drank a lot in sorrow. I asked who he liked, but he wouldn’t say.” “So I changed the question to what kind of person he likes, then eliminated the girls around him one by one based on the conditions, and finally confirmed it was her.” “He said he likes long hair.” I subconsciously touched my waist-length hair. “Big eyes, long eyelashes.” I quickly glanced at my reflection in the black phone screen. “A bit of a temper, good at fighting for herself.” I scratched my head, feeling that was me too. Chloe listed a few more. We looked at each other, feeling weird. “Hiss—” Chloe frowned: “Why doesn’t my brother like you? I feel you perfectly match these conditions too.” She beamed, getting excited. “Qing, if only you were my sister-in-law!” Chloe’s voice was a bit loud, drawing glances from people around. Jane Yu was no exception. She walked over in her stilettos, greeted us gently. And ruthlessly dragged the struggling Chloe into the company to work.

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After becoming the male lead’s “white moonlight” (the one who got away), I abandoned him and returned to the real world. The System erased all traces of my existence. It deleted every memory of me from his mind. Years later, the System summoned me back. My mission: to win back the man I had ruthlessly dumped. But he had already started a new life in that world. And he had someone new by his side. The bullet screen (live comments) flooded my vision: [Ugh, another challenger. So annoying.] [The male lead is happy with Bella now. Challengers, stop bothering them!] [Don’t worry, she won’t survive the first plot point.] [Exactly. The starting scenario is the Colosseum, and the male lead only has eyes for Bella. He’s never even looked at a challenger.] 1 While the comments scrolled frantically, my gaze cut through the crowd and landed on Grayson Guo. Years had passed, but his features hadn’t changed much. Refined, deep-set brows, a straight nose. Objectively, a very handsome face. Beside him stood a girl with a lovely face. She said something with a smile. He tilted his head, listening intently. Occasionally nodding in agreement. They looked like a match made in heaven. The comments thought so too. The System’s dissatisfied voice rang in my ear: “That’s the supporting female character, Bella Zhang. Grayson has been close to her these years. Because of her, he didn’t end up with the original female lead as the plot intended…” I interrupted: “System, you didn’t tell me he already had someone.” The System was indifferent: “Does it make a difference?” “You would have taken the mission anyway. Otherwise, you die.” My heart sank bit by bit. Not long ago, I was hit by a car and ended up in a vegetative state, which led to me binding with the System. The System promised to restore my health. The condition was that I had to return to that world as the female lead, play out the plot, and stop the world from collapsing. Thinking of this, I said: “You sent countless challengers before me, and they all failed. Why do you think I’ll succeed?” The System said meaningfully: “You’re different. After all, Grayson loved you so much.” “Loved you enough to die for you.” Hearing this, I sneered: “So what?” “I threw him away. He forgot me.” “We are nothing now.” The System’s tone was firm: “Incorrect.” “Host, if you could make Grayson fall in love with you once…” “You can make him fall in love with you a second time.” After a pause, it added: “White Moonlight vs. The New Girl. I bet on the White Moonlight.” The System kept rambling. It seemed convinced. Even if forgotten. Even with a new identity. I, the White Moonlight, still had the power to make him love me again. But… I planned to slack off on this mission. I had already hurt him once as Lily. Now that he had someone he wanted to be with… I shouldn’t disturb him anymore. 2 A huge force shoved me from behind. I fell to the ground. Getting up, I looked around. The space was vast, roughly the size of three soccer fields. The people who fell with me looked either numb or terrified. Through the spamming comments, I understood. This was the Colosseum. This novel was set in a cyberpunk world. High technology, corporations controlling the lifeline of the economy. The lives of the underclass were like ants to the powerful, toys to be played with. I had transmigrated directly to the beginning of the story. The female lead, Wendy, had offended some perverted young master and was sent to the Colosseum. As my thoughts raced, several cages slowly rose. Revealing the monsters inside. Cerberus hounds. The comments started betting on how many minutes I’d last. They were convinced I couldn’t survive. [The original female lead died here because the male lead didn’t save her. The plot collapsed, so the System sent challengers to fix it.] [Challengers are just ordinary people, even worse than the female lead. Who could survive this?] [That woman might have survived. After all, she survived the Seven-Day Judgment back then.] [Who’s that woman?] [It happened a long time ago. A bug pulled an outsider into this world. She was capable, survived, and even hooked up with the male lead.] [What? Really? Then what about Bella?] [After she left, all traces of her were wiped. The male lead forgot her long ago. So don’t worry, she can’t affect his relationship with Bella.] The comments soon went back to chatting and laughing. But my thoughts drifted with their words. Because “that woman” they were talking about… was me. 3 Grayson and I were worlds apart, yet we had a history. It all started the summer after high school graduation. I missed a step and fell into a pit. Didn’t die. But I fell into another world. Since I transmigrated bodily, I naturally became an undocumented resident. Luckily, I landed in the slums. Plenty of undocumented people there. One more didn’t matter. After struggling to survive for a while, I found a man. He was lying by the road, covered in wounds, half-dead. This opening… Too cliché. But I was alone in this hellhole. What was there to fear? Worst case scenario, I die. Haha. But this mystery box turned out pretty good. After cleaning his wounds and wiping him down, I discovered… He was really, really handsome. I’d never seen anyone so good-looking. But when he woke up, his eyes were full of suspicion: “What do you want?” I answered honestly: “I didn’t save you for free. Can you keep watch at night for me?” It was a weird request. Confusion flashed in his eyes. But in the slums, conflicts erupted daily. Even though I set traps around the house, I didn’t dare sleep soundly. I was afraid I’d become a corpse in my sleep and never wake up. I opened my mouth and explained: “I haven’t had a good sleep in a long time.” “Sleepy.” I didn’t want to show weakness, but a hint of grievance slipped into my voice. It had been so hard, so tiring. He stared at me for a long time before finally saying: “Okay.” At first, I just wanted someone to keep watch so I could sleep. But Grayson’s “Okay” meant more than just keeping watch. Until I left that world, he guarded me. He taught me how to beat up creeps, how to survive. I grew quickly, and with him watching my back, I lived recklessly for a while. But I underestimated the darkness of that world. Unluckily, we encountered the triennial Seven-Day Judgment. The higher-ups locked down the entire slum and released genetically modified monsters. The whole area was under surveillance. They watched us struggle on screens, laughing. This hell lasted seven days. The survivors earned the right to enter the Upper City. This was the Seven-Day Judgment. For the first six days, Grayson and I held on. But on the last day, a monster bit my leg. The wound was deep, bone visible. I couldn’t walk. I cried and told him: “Forget it.” Leave me. Grayson was covered in wounds too, but he shook his head, eyes red: “Lily, I will get you out.” In the end, we made it out alive. He nearly died protecting me. Back then, he really loved me. But when I abandoned him in the end, I didn’t hesitate. A classic case of burning the bridge after crossing it. 4 [The Cerberus hounds are out. Why isn’t this challenger moving? Did she give up?] [So weak. Not even gonna struggle?] [Knowing there’s no chance of survival, giving up is normal. Just boring.] [I switched views long ago. The sweet moments between the male lead and Bella are way more interesting.] The comments scrolled past my eyes. They weren’t wrong. I was slacking off. Until— A piercing scream exploded in my ear. I turned and saw a Cerberus pouncing on a little girl. I closed my eyes. Finally, I picked up the knife by my side. Just as the Cerberus was about to bite the girl, I jammed the knife into its mouth. I left the shaken girl with one sentence: “You go first.” The next instant, I pulled out the knife. Fast, precise, stabbing into the Cerberus’s heart. The movement was practiced, as if done a thousand times. In the Seven-Day Judgment, Cerberus hounds were just appetizers. I glanced at its corpse, thinking helplessly… Whatever. I can die anytime. Might as well kill a few more hounds and save a few more people while I’m here. The comments exploded: [Holy crap, this challenger is kinda fierce.] [But if she just hid, she might have had a chance. She shouldn’t have tried to save people.] [Yeah, the nail that sticks out gets hammered. Those perverts love watching ants try to be heroes and getting crushed.] [She’s gonna die, and it’s gonna be uglier than any other challenger.] I was being targeted. From a third-party perspective, it must have been a horrifying scene. Several Cerberus hounds were surrounding a young girl. I struggled to cope. Soon, my body was full of bloody holes. The System was screaming in my ear. Curse me for complicating things, adding difficulty to the plot. The comments started celebrating early. After all, if I died, I wouldn’t affect Grayson and Bella’s relationship. This was what they wanted to see. While the comments spammed frantically… The last Cerberus on the field died. I was at my limit. Blood loss caused waves of dizziness. The comments were shocked. This was unexpected. The audience in the stands was dissatisfied. They wanted to see me die. I wiped the blood off my face and laughed: “Sorry to disappoint you.” The comments were silent for a moment before scrolling again: [Is she provoking them? Those perverts won’t let her go.] [Only the male lead can save her now. But he’s with Bella, he won’t care about her.] [Wait, when did the male lead get here?] [I thought I was seeing things, but that really looks like him!] [Why is he here?]

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