The werewolf I raised for ten years talked back to me for the sake of a bastard daughter. As I coldly whipped him eighty-eight times, the livestream comments exploded with hate: [Oh my god! Is this toxic woman crazy with jealousy? She’s actually trying to kill him!] [What’s the difference between this and treating the male lead like a dog? This is straight-up abuse! No wonder he saved the bastard daughter instead of you!] [If not for her tough attitude and constant threats, the male lead wouldn’t have stayed with her anyway!] Threats? Threatening a disloyal dog? I was silent for a long time, then scoffed. I ordered his belongings thrown out. The next day, I picked a new wolf pup from the underground arena. Half a month later, he heard the news and came running from the bastard daughter’s place in the pouring rain. Gripping my arm tightly, eyes red, he asked with a trembling voice: “Did you really get a new beastman?” 1 When I dragged the bloodied wolf pup home, the villa fell into a deathly silence. No one expected that after my harsh words yesterday, I would actually bring a new beastman home today. The butler, catching a vase his trembling hands almost dropped, stepped forward and asked where to put him. I glanced at him. “Where do you think?” Beastmen need personal training. His room would be next to mine. He probed cautiously: “What about the things in that room…” “Throw them out,” I said coldly. Everyone knew what happened. The werewolf I raised for ten years talked back to me for a bastard daughter. When we both fell into the water, he swam towards her without hesitation. Last night, suppressing my rage, I whipped him eighty-eight times. Even as the whip soaked in blood, he kept his face tight and didn’t make a sound. I was soaked, my palms burning. When the last lash fell and blood spurred from his mouth, I snapped: “Speak!” He finally looked up, eyes devoid of emotion. “Say what? What does the Young Miss want to hear?” Knowing I was furious, he provoked me further with rhetorical questions. “You bought my life, broke and reset my bones, carved your rules into my flesh. What? Now that the wolf you raised with your own hands disobeyed, you feel embarrassed?” It was laughable. Knowing I raised him, he still saved the little white flower trying to steal my inheritance. The night stretched endlessly into the distance. He smirked. “The Young Miss has plenty of people who care. You don’t need me.” “Don’t need you?” I scoffed. “Lucas, don’t forget why I raised you.” His gaze was mocking, his back straight with cold pride. “I can’t guess your thoughts.” “I only know you are high above, surrounded by stars. There were countless hands reaching for you on the shore, but her back was empty.” “Maybe you’ve never felt like drowning and grasping at a straw—but I have. In that moment, I was the only one who noticed her.” The night wind chilled me to the bone. I smirked sarcastically. “So?” His gaze was cold, words clear. “She only has me.” Only you??? The absurdity expanded in my eyes. In a stare-down lasting half a minute, he didn’t flinch. I scoffed, jaw tightening. “Want to be her dog?” “Fine.” “I’ll deliver you personally.” A werewolf’s blood and pride would never allow being called a dog. But I wanted to humiliate him. I drove him to Ella’s rental apartment that night. When I kicked him out, he only frowned slightly. Then, enduring the bleeding wounds on his back, he stood up slowly and limped towards the lit villa. His back was lonely and proud, never bowing. 2 They say once bitten, twice shy. No one thought I would raise another wolf pup. At first, the underground arena boss recommended a batch of different beastmen. I looked them over again and again, but none caught my eye. Frustrated, I turned to leave. Just as I was about to turn the corner and leave the corridor, a bloodstained hand reached out from a cage in the corner and grabbed my boot. I looked down. I’ve seen too many beasts on the verge of death. Most are hysterical, numb, crazy, or begging pitifully. But unexpectedly, in the filthy blood and cold shadows, I saw a pair of stubborn, clear black eyes. He said he was willing to be my dog. Just for a bite of food. I glanced at the cage label—Defective. The boss, chattering beside me, broke into a cold sweat. I raised my hand to stop him from interfering. Taking off my black leather glove, I squatted slowly. In the underground ring, forever mixed with rust and rot, a single beam of light hit my fingertips. I lifted his chin, studying him intently. If he had watched me picking people earlier, he would know how strict my requirements were. He was lingering on his last breath, almost dead. The heartbeat in his chest was anxious. He could hear his every breath. Three minutes of scrutiny felt like a century. Yet he saw no change in my cold expression. Just as his black eyes were dimming, I suddenly raised an eyebrow. “Willing to come with me?” His drooping wolf ears perked up instantly. He wagged his tail desperately like a dog, eyes burning like a lit flame. Rubbing against my wrist, repeating fervently—Willing. Willing to come with me, willing to be my dog, willing to be loyal forever, never betraying me. Good. That’s what I like to hear. I looked at the terrified boss and said calmly: “Him.” 3 I didn’t plan to keep this wolf pup. After all, he was defective. He couldn’t possibly survive my long and rigorous training. When his wounds healed, I told him he could leave. He was stunned for a long time before asking: “Why?” Emotions surged in his wet black eyes as he stared at me unblinkingly. I flipped my newspaper casually. “No reason. Consider it charity.” The butler stepped forward to pull him away, whispering: “Sigh, our Young Miss only wants the strongest and most loyal beastmen. Don’t dream about it. Your predecessor was sent away overnight for disloyalty. He was with her for ten years, and she didn’t even flinch…” As the butler rambled, the space beside him suddenly emptied. The boy beastman returned. His voice, hoarse and still panting, asked: “Can I have a chance to do better than him?” I rarely lifted my eyelids. “In what aspect?” He clenched his fingers, enunciating clearly: “Every aspect.” Strength, loyalty. He would do better than the predecessor the butler mentioned. I put down the newspaper, looking at him with interest. In the spacious and bright living room, he waited nervously for my judgment. I didn’t pay much attention to his looks when I brought him back. Now that he was clean, I realized every part of him was aggressive. High brow bones, sharp eyes. Yet his wet eyelashes softened the fierceness. Stubborn and clear black eyes, just like that day. —That was exactly why I took him. After a long stare, I finally spoke: “Okay.” “If you can survive.” 4 My training is known for its cruelty. Numbers One through Five didn’t survive this period. He was the seventh. Names are just codes. Besides taking my surname, the name Seven meant nothing special. But he nodded seriously. I didn’t intend to go hard immediately. But his potential far exceeded my expectations. In just one week, he completed all basic training and actively requested increased difficulty. It made me suspect the “Defective” label was a mistake. Sunset. He just finished a 100-kilometer mountain cross-country run with a 200-pound load. The muscles in his calves twitched uncontrollably. He had to support himself with hands on his knees to keep from falling. Six hours. Muscle tearing while maintaining shooting accuracy. He did it on the third try. I rested one arm on the window of the SUV, chatting lazily on the phone, but my eyes stayed on his back. Suddenly, he turned as if sensing something. Our gazes met from afar. Against the setting sun, he ran towards me down the slope. The mountain wind blew the wet black hair on his forehead. As he got closer, I saw his flushed neck and the bead of sweat trembling on his throat. The call was from my father, asking me to attend a banquet. He said if I bowed my head, he would overlook my actions against the bastard daughter. Hilarious. A man so ruthless in his youth now pretending to care about family in his old age. I agreed lazily and hung up. “Young Miss.” He tried to calm his breathing, standing before me. Watching his heaving chest, I realized he ran to me breathlessly like this every evening. Even today, when his body was at its limit. I scolded him lightly: “Why run so fast?” “Afraid you’d get bored waiting.” My hand inserting the key paused. I glanced at him and said coolly: “Get in.” “I came to pick you up. What’s boring about that?” After buckling up, he turned his head, Adam’s apple rolling, finally spitting out the sentence he’d been brewing. “Only took six hours today.” “Mmh.” “Didn’t miss a shot either.” “Mmh.” He didn’t need to report. Someone was already recording the data. Physical fitness, reaction speed—top tier. Back then, Six’s best record was seven hours and three minutes. He broke it in a week. The livestream comments were arguing fiercely— [Impossible! A beastman stronger than the main cast?? Who is this? Doesn’t this clash with our wolf boy’s setting? Someone do something!!] [Why the rush? Forgot this is a reverse harem novel? Stronger beastmen are normal! Why the shock? They’ll all fall for our heroine eventually.] [Exactly. Who wouldn’t like our gentle, cute, praise-giving heroine? Once the little wolf sees the toxic woman’s true colors, he’ll run to our heroine’s arms.] [Aiya, I really wish the heroine was here. The little wolf obviously wants praise!! Working so hard, gathering courage to ask, only to get a cold ‘Mmh’! My heart aches for him!!] I’ve learned to ignore these brain-dead comments. But the last sentence made me pause. Asking for praise? 5 The car entered the city. The sunset glow enveloped the traffic jam on the overpass. I couldn’t help glancing at the person in the passenger seat. Ears seemed to droop a bit, lips pursed. Looking down at the bloodstains on his body, lost in thought. I rehearsed in my mind several times before finally calling him. The boy beastman looked up, thick lashes trembling. Half his body drowning in the sunset, unexpectedly softening his murderous aura. Damn it. Words were on the tip of my tongue but couldn’t come out. I hesitated. “Take a day off tomorrow,” I finally said, gripping the steering wheel. Didn’t praise, but showed concern. Shouldn’t be disappointed, right? But after a brief stun, he told me: “I’m fine. I can continue training.” I turned my head, looking down at his bloodstained calves. No rest? I frowned. The comments answered my confusion— [He thinks he didn’t do well enough today, didn’t meet the master’s expectations. Poor little wolf, heroine come quick! The villain is destroying his confidence!] [Sigh, afraid of being abandoned for not being good enough, so he tries so hard to prove himself. Pity he met a heartless villain. If it were the heroine, she’d be praising him non-stop.] [Upstairs, let’s be rational. The heroine has lots of love to give. But for someone like the villain who was never loved as a child, it’s hard to learn to love others. I think I understand her.] [Defending this toxic woman?? No thanks. Her twisted personality is her problem. What did our little wolf do to deserve this?] The argument in the comments intensified. I ignored it, fixing my gaze on Seven’s face. The sunset’s afterglow fell on half his face, making the blood on his neck look bewitching. The spreading twilight was like splashed ink, dazzling enough to get lost in. My prolonged stare made his fingers curl tight, his heartbeat pounding harder and harder. He couldn’t withstand such scrutiny. Earlobes burned hot, eyes uncontrollably lowering. Just as he tried to turn away in embarrassment to avoid my gaze, I spoke suddenly. “You were great today.” His turning motion froze. I added: “So, you can rest tomorrow. That’s a reward.” The traffic finally started moving. Not everyone is born knowing how to love, but I don’t mind learning a bit. Especially for this little wolf pup I’m raising myself.

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It was 2:00 AM. I found my sister in the basement. She was supposed to be in London with her husband. She was wearing a red silk slip dress, covered in bruises. Chains bound her hands and feet, and her legs were wrapped in layers of bloody red bandages. Seeing me, she looked terrified and whispered urgently: “Watch out for Mom and Dad!” 1 I wanted to ask my sister what was happening, but I heard footsteps upstairs. Someone was walking around. My gut told me to hide immediately. Just as I squeezed into an old wardrobe, someone came down the stairs. I peeked through the gap in the doors. It was Dad. He was carrying a plate of leftovers from last night’s dinner. It looked like slop. My sister trembled violently when she saw him. Dad grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, and shoved the disgusting food down her throat. She gagged and vomited it all up. Dad didn’t get angry. He just stood there, watching her quietly. When she finished heaving, he started stuffing the food into her mouth again. Finally, the bowl was empty. Dad smiled at her, satisfied. Then he put down the bowl, walked over to her legs, and pulled a fruit knife from his pocket. He unwrapped the red bandages. I gasped silently. My sister’s legs, once her pride, were now mangled and uneven. Some parts were festering with pus. Dad adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. If I remember correctly, my sister bought those for him with her first paycheck. I watched, horrified, as he raised the knife. It was the same knife I used to peel apples. Now, Dad was using it to slice pieces of flesh from my sister’s legs. One piece at a time. The smell of blood and rotting meat filled the room. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying not to scream. Dad suddenly looked up, staring straight at the wardrobe. I held my breath, paralyzed with fear. Luckily, he looked away after a few seconds. He cleaned up the mess, picked up the plate of fresh meat he had just carved from my sister, and left. Only when the footsteps faded did I dare to crawl out. My legs were jelly. I stumbled over to my sister. Her legs had been re-bandaged, but fresh blood was already seeping through. I looked at my dying sister in disbelief. Her own father did this to her. We are a blended family. My mom married my sister’s dad, bringing me along as “baggage.” On the surface, we were a happy family. Especially my sister. Ever since she joined the family, my mom, who never liked me, started treating me better. I thought everything was improving. But just now, my sister told me my mom killed her mom. She said they are both murderers and warned me to be careful. I don’t remember how I got back to my room. Lying in bed, I kept telling myself it was just a nightmare. When I wake up, my sister will still be in London with her husband. 2 When I went downstairs, Mom was busy in the kitchen. Dad, who looked like a monster last night, was sitting in the morning light reading the newspaper. Everything seemed peaceful. I sat opposite Dad, looking at the lavish breakfast, and asked tentatively, “Dad, where’s sis?” Dad frowned, reaching over to feel my forehead with a look of concern. “Are you sick, honey? Your sister moved to London with your brother-in-law two years ago. You cried at the airport, remember?” Right. That’s what happened. I watched them board the plane. Was it really just a dream? Mom came out of the kitchen with a bowl of meat soup and placed a large serving in front of me. She insisted I finish it. The soup looked delicious, but I hesitated. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like it?” Mom asked, puzzled. I shook my head. “I like it. Thanks, Mom.” I stirred the soup carefully. A slice of meat floated to the surface. Suddenly, the image from my dream flashed in my mind. I couldn’t control it. I started vomiting violently. Mom rushed over, patting my back, asking worriedly, “Baby, do we need to go to the hospital?” This seemed normal, but it was anything but. Mom was never this caring before. I looked at Dad in terror. “What’s wrong with you today? Acting weird all morning.” No. Dad never spoke to me like that. He usually treated me like air. He never showed concern. The dread deepened. If this was real… Then the man I called Dad had locked his daughter in the basement, slicing her flesh to make soup. I couldn’t handle it. I pinched my hand hard under the table, forcing myself to calm down. I took a deep breath. “I just didn’t sleep well. You guys eat, I’m going back to bed.” 3 As soon as I was out of sight, I ran to the basement. But when I got there, it was empty except for some old furniture. On the bed where my sister lay last night, there was a teddy bear. It was a birthday gift she gave me when I turned 18. No sister. No red bandages. It was a dream. I leaned against the wardrobe, gasping for air. But it felt so real. Then I saw something in the corner of the wardrobe. A button. From my pajamas. I was hiding here last night. “Jane, what are you doing here?” I spun around. Dad was standing behind me. Still wearing those gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze sharp, piercing right through me. I suppressed my panic and picked up the bear. “I missed sis, so I came to find the bear she gave me.” I hoped he bought it. Dad stared at me like a cold-blooded snake flicking its tongue, examining my face inch by inch. After a long pause, he said, “Take your things and go. Don’t come down here again.” I hugged the bear and walked out, pretending to be happy but complaining, “Sis is so heartless. She hasn’t called once since she left.” Dad followed me at a distance. I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head. He said calmly, “Your sister just moved. She’s busy. Don’t bother her with calls.” Right! I can call her. She topped up my phone card with $100 before she left. I never used it. The idea grew in my mind. Back in my room with the door locked, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. “We’re sorry, your service has been suspended due to insufficient funds.” I froze. I never used this card. How could it be out of money? Panic set in. The Wi-Fi was disconnected. No signal on my phone. I couldn’t contact my brother-in-law. I couldn’t call for help. 4 From that morning on, I felt weak and listless every day. And every day, Mom brought me meat soup without fail. Looking at the meat slices, thinking they might be my sister, I felt sick. I didn’t want to drink it. But I couldn’t control myself. I heard Mom say, “Drink another sip,” and my body obeyed. I felt possessed. When I finished the last drop, Mom smiled satisfied. She put down the bowl and said I deserved a reward. Then she helped me to the basement. My sister was there again. Still on that bed, still covered in blood. More bandages this time. Mom sat me on a stool near the bed. She slowly unwrapped the bandages. My sister’s body was a mess of raw flesh. Mom found a relatively smooth patch and raised the knife. She muttered, “Baby doesn’t like soup? How about sashimi?” “This big fish was a gift from your dad’s friend. Very fresh.” “Baby will love it.” Sister’s face was bandaged, but her eyes screamed agony. “Here, baby. Your favorite sashimi.” Mom held a slice of bloody meat. My sister’s meat. She fed it to me. I watched Mom carve it from my sister’s body. And now I was eating it. My sister looked at me with disbelief, anger, and finally, despair. I screamed internally: No! That’s my sister! I can’t eat her! But no one could hear me.

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My daughter and my husband’s “one that got away’s” cat were kidnapped at the same time. The kidnapper gave Julian a choice: pick one. Only one would survive. I knelt on the ground, banging my head until it bled, begging him, “Save Rosie! Save our daughter! She’s only five!” But he wavered, torn between his daughter and a cat. Sophia cried, “Julian, forget about Snowball, she’s just a cat. But… she’s the only thing I have left…” He glanced at me, his eyes complicated. “I’ll roll a die.” The kidnapper laughed and agreed. Odd numbers saved the daughter, even numbers saved the cat. The die landed. Three. I instantly relaxed, my whole body going limp. But Julian screamed, “Doesn’t count! My hand slipped! I demand a redo!” The kidnapper sneered, “One finger for a redo.” Without hesitation, Julian broke his own pinky finger. I watched helplessly as he threw the die again with a trembling hand. This time… it was a four. 1 “Even! It’s an even number!” Julian laughed with relief, shouting at the kidnapper. The kidnapper grinned, his tone full of mockery. “Hahahaha! Mr. Gu, you are something else!” “You had a chance to save your daughter and you didn’t. You chose to save an animal instead. Mr. Gu, you truly are a once-in-a-century talent!” Julian’s face turned crimson, but he didn’t argue. He just stubbornly repeated, “It’s fate!” My heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. My whole body was trembling, blood and tears blurring my vision. Julian walked carefully to Sophia, opened the cage, and hugged the terrified Ragdoll cat. “It’s okay, Snowball is safe.” Sophia threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Meanwhile, my daughter Rosie—her face pale, tape over her mouth—was crying so hard she was turning purple. I rushed over to hug Rosie. Her small body shook violently in my arms. Only then did Julian seem to remember us, walking over casually. “Is Rosie okay?” he asked lightly, his eyes never leaving the cat in his arms. My throat was so tight from fear I couldn’t make a sound. Suddenly, Sophia screamed, “Julian, Snowball is fading! We have to get her to the vet!” “Okay, we’ll go right now!” Julian anxiously turned away with the cat, never sparing another glance for me or Rosie. He just coldly threw a sentence at the kidnapper: “The money will be transferred. Let my daughter go.” Then, he supported Sophia and hurried away. The warehouse’s iron door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world. I held my daughter, cold all over. The kidnapper squatted down in front of me. He dangled a cigarette from his mouth, sneering at me. “I’ve never seen a guy as ‘awesome’ as your husband. Which dumpster did you find him in?” I stared at him blankly, unable to speak. The kidnapper blew a smoke ring in my face, bringing me back to reality, choking me. “Tell you what. I’m in a good mood today. I’ll give you another chance.” He held out his phone. “Call your husband.” “If he’s willing to turn back right now, I’ll let you both go.” “How about it? Merciful enough?” He laughed at his own joke. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the phone. I dialed Julian’s number. It rang for a long time before connecting. “Hello?” It was Julian’s voice. In the background, I could clearly hear Sophia’s anxious sobbing. “Julian…” I choked out, “Save Rosie… please come back…” On the other end, his impatient voice cut in. “Layla! I’m getting Snowball emergency treatment! She’s in shock!” “Rosie is my daughter. The kidnapper won’t dare hurt her once he gets the money. Stop adding to my trouble!” 2 He hung up without hesitation. The kidnapper listened to the dial tone and took back his phone. He shrugged, sneering. “I gave you a chance. Mr. Gu is a busy man, and the money hasn’t hit my account yet.” “Can’t blame me for this.” He signaled to his lackeys behind him. A blonde guy stepped forward and roughly snatched Rosie from my arms. “No!” I let out a heart-wrenching scream, crawling on hands and knees to stop him. Another lackey kicked me in the chest. I slammed into the wall and fell to the floor. Blood ran down my forehead, blinding me. My daughter’s cries echoed in my ears. “I want Daddy! Daddy, come save me!” “Mommy! Mommy help!” The next second, Rosie’s terrified screams and my cries stopped abruptly. I watched Rosie’s small body go limp and fall, silent. I shook my head violently, chin trembling, slowly pushing myself up, stumbling toward my daughter. My hand touched Rosie’s face, which had been vibrant just hours ago. Blood from my hand smeared onto her face. I tried to wipe it off frantically, but there was just more and more blood. I picked up my daughter and finally broke down, wailing. When I was exhausted from crying, I looked up to find myself surrounded by a group of people—different from the kidnappers earlier. Before I could react, they swung clubs at my legs and arms. The sound of bones breaking filled the air. Pain threatened to knock me out. In the last second before passing out, I heard their cruel laughter. “This bitch is weak. Sister Frost said just break her limbs, leave her a breath.” … I woke up in the hospital. Everything hurt, like I’d been taken apart and put back together wrong. The doctor said my left arm and right leg were shattered, and I almost didn’t make it. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my heart aching, but no tears would come. Why didn’t they let me die with Rosie? A nurse walked in and whispered, “Is the little girl in the morgue your daughter?” “The autopsy is done. Family can claim the body.” My heart was stabbed again. Just then, Julian pushed open the door. He was holding Snowball. Sophia followed behind him, eyes red. Seeing me awake, Julian smiled, holding up the cat for me to see. His tone held a trace of relief: “Snowball was critical, but luckily she made it.” I remembered the doctor saying I almost didn’t make it either. A cat, a human life… Heh, this is my husband. I stared emptily at the wall, silent. Just as Julian was getting impatient, I spoke, my voice hoarse, every word scraping my throat like a knife. “Julian, the doctor said they issued twenty-five critical condition notices for me. I almost died.” “I barely survived, but Rosie… she’s never coming back!” I practically roared the last sentence, tears splashing onto the sheets. Julian choked, then sighed. “You know Ragdolls are fragile. Of course we had to save Snowball first.” “Aren’t you fine now? You recover fast, unlike Snowball who needs months of rest.” Then, as if remembering something, he frowned and asked. “What happened to Rosie? Did the kidnapper let her go?” I looked at the face I had loved for ten years, suddenly finding it strange. I opened my mouth, voice raspy: “Rosie… is dead.” “You killed her!” My emotions collapsed instantly, and I started screaming hysterically. “You killed her! Julian, you are a murderer!” 3 Julian’s face turned ugly instantly. Sophia rushed up to hold him back, persuading softly: “Julian, don’t be angry. Layla just woke up, she’s unstable.” Julian shook her off, pointing at my nose and cursing: “Layla, enough! Are you crazy?!” “Frost already contacted the kidnappers. They said they got the money and released her ages ago!” “Where did you take Rosie? What kind of mother are you? Can’t even watch a kid!” I looked at him in disbelief. He didn’t believe our daughter was dead. My eyes widened, lips trembling: “The kidnappers killed her because you didn’t send the money immediately…” Julian sneered, “Layla, I know you hate that I chose Snowball, but you can’t make up such lies just to make me feel guilty!” “How could Rosie be dead? Kidnappers just want money!” “You must have lost her and are afraid to admit it, so you made up this ghost story to trick me!” “Go find Rosie! Stop making a scene!” He finished, hugged the cat, pulled Sophia, and left without looking back. I screamed, throwing everything within reach onto the floor. The movement tore my freshly stitched wounds, blood staining the sheets red. I collapsed on the floor, heart in agony. On the day of discharge, Julian came to pick me up. I was wheeled out of the hospital. He didn’t mention Rosie again. Sophia told him I had accepted the “fact” that I lost my daughter, and just needed time to recover from the shock. He believed it. Back home, I had nightmares every night, often waking up crying. My dreams were filled with images of Rosie dying in front of me. That night, I woke up from a nightmare again and went to the kitchen for water. Turning on the light, I saw a dead cat by the sink. It was Sophia’s Snowball! Before I could react, Sophia screamed behind me. “Layla, you… you killed Snowball!” The scream brought Julian. He pinned the crime on me without asking. Face full of disgust, he scolded me harshly: “Layla, how can you be so vicious?! Even if Rosie going missing made you sad, Snowball is innocent!” “Besides, it was your failure as a mother. Must you make a voiceless cat pay for your mistake?!” I roared with red eyes: “Did Rosie deserve all that? Deserve to die?!” Julian looked at me with disappointment. “You’re really crazy, completely mad! Rosie is just missing, why do you curse her to die?!” I didn’t want to argue anymore. I ran out of the house, ignoring Julian’s rage behind me. I ran barefoot to the hospital, feet bloody. At the morgue entrance, I didn’t dare take another step. I squatted down, covering my face and crying. Julian chased after me. He yanked me up violently, roaring at me. “Layla, what the hell are you doing?!” “Running to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night, are you sick?!” “I haven’t settled the score for Snowball yet, and you ran out because of guilt!” Looking at Julian’s twisted face, I couldn’t hold back my anger. I rushed forward and bit his arm, tearing off a chunk of flesh. The next second, he kicked me away. My head hit the wall. My broken leg couldn’t support me, and I fell, blood dripping. I looked up, meeting Julian’s bloodshot eyes. He pointed at me. “Layla, are you a dog? Biting people!” I laughed. Laughed until tears streamed down, laughed until the wound in my chest throbbed with pain. I wiped the blood from my face, trembling as I struggled to stand. It felt like walking on knives. But nothing compared to the pain in my heart. “Didn’t you say Rosie is just missing?” “She’s lying in there right now. Do you dare go in with me and look?!” “Look at what your choice did to your five-year-old daughter?!” 4 The anger on Julian’s face froze instantly. He looked at me in disbelief. “Layla, are you delirious from the shock? The police are looking for Rosie. How could she be here? Stop talking nonsense!” He tried to drag me away, impatience in his tone. “Alright, if you don’t trust the police, I’ll hire the most expensive private detective to find our daughter. Let’s go home first.” “I’m not crazy.” I shook off his hand. “I’m more sober than ever. Rosie is inside.” I looked him straight in the eye. “What? Are you scared?!” “You were willing to break your finger for a cat. Now you’re too scared to look at your own daughter’s body?” “Watch me!” Julian was provoked. He shoved me aside and strode in. “If I find out you’re lying to me…” He suddenly went silent. The words choked in his throat. Because I had lifted the white cloth covering Rosie. Her face was exposed under the harsh white light. Swollen, pale, lips a terrifying blue-purple. “No… impossible!” Julian’s face went white. He staggered back a step, eyes full of fear and denial. “No… this isn’t Rosie… this isn’t my daughter! There must be a mistake! It’s you! Layla, you found a dummy to trick me! You set this up, didn’t you?!” He whipped his head around, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes. Then, like a madman, he rushed forward to cover her with the cloth, muttering, “Fake… it’s all fake…” The attendant was frightened by his behavior and tried to stop him. “Sir, please calm down! Respect the dead!” I watched his breakdown coldly, feeling nothing. Not even a shred of pleasure. My heart had died with Rosie the moment she stopped breathing. I walked up to him and slapped a document onto his face. The police autopsy report. “Julian, look closely.” Cause of death: Abuse, multiple comminuted fractures. I remembered Rosie’s tragic state again. Painfully, I said: “I watched Rosie die at the kidnappers’ hands. Before she died, she kept calling for Mommy and Daddy. But her daddy ignored her to be with a cat in the hospital!” I sobbed, shouting at him: “Didn’t you say you’d pay before leaving? But you didn’t! You’d rather pay vet bills than ransom!” Julian shook his head incessantly, voice trembling. “No… Snowball’s injury was severe that day, I was busy, but I told Sophia to transfer the money…” I laughed out loud. “Hahaha, Julian! Did you not even have time to check if the transfer went through? So Rosie died because of you. Funny, so funny!” He looked at my maniacal state, wanting to comfort me, but I pushed him away hard. Julian staggered up, picked up the scattered report. His daughter’s name and photo were right there. “Ah!!!” His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching his head, howling in agony. 5 Julian knelt on the cold morgue floor, crying pathetically. He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, dull thuds echoing. “Rosie… Daddy was wrong… Daddy was wrong…” “Come back, okay? Daddy begs you… Daddy will never let you suffer again…” The attendant couldn’t watch anymore and called security, dragging the near-insane Julian out of the morgue. In the hospital hallway, he calmed down slightly, grabbing my arm with red eyes. “Layla, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it would be like this…” His voice was hoarse. “The kidnappers… it’s all their fault! They killed Rosie! I want them to pay with their lives! I want them all dead!” Looking at him, I suddenly found it laughable. Even now, he wouldn’t admit his mistake, pushing the blame onto others. “Kidnappers?” I shook off his hand. “If you hadn’t given them a second choice, would they have killed her? Julian, the kidnappers held the knife, but you handed it to them.” My words were like a sharp blade, piercing his hypocritical mask again. His face paled, lips moving, but not a word came out. He sat dejectedly on the bench, hands in his hair, groaning in pain. After a long time, he looked up, begging me: “Layla, I know it’s too late to say anything. But trust me, I’ll make it up to you! We’re still young, we can have another child…” Slap! I used all my strength to slap him across the face. Julian’s head snapped to the side, five clear finger marks appearing instantly. He looked at me in disbelief. This was the first time I had ever hit him. “Julian.” My voice was ice. “Rosie isn’t an object to be replaced. She’s gone, never coming back. Keep your disgusting compensation theory to yourself. You don’t deserve to say her name, and you don’t deserve to be a father!” Just then, hurried high heels approached. “Julian, what happened?” Seeing the slap mark on Julian’s face, Sophia immediately cried out in distress. She looked up at me, accusingly: “Layla, you ran out in the middle of the night, Julian chased after you out of worry. Instead of thanking him, you hit him? Why can’t you be considerate?” I sneered: “Don’t you know why I hit him? You knew Rosie was dead long ago. What are you pretending for?” Sophia’s face went white. “Enough! Layla, stop talking! This has nothing to do with Sophia, she’s a victim too! If you’re unhappy, take it out on me!” I smiled bitterly. Julian was still defending Sophia. I stopped looking at them, turned, and left, leaving one sentence behind. “Julian, you regret it now? Too early. There’s more you don’t know.”

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When my gangster owner picked me out of a trash can, he asked me, “Do you know what the slogan for stray cats is? Snooze, you lose.” Later, when a gas leak filled his apartment, I used my paw pads to plug his nostrils until he woke up gasping. He hugged me and cried, “Coal, you really are my lucky charm!” From then on, he tucked me into his jacket wherever he went, even when he was doing his cringe-worthy street dances. Until one day, his ex-girlfriend came to get back together. I jumped on the table and meowed, “Meow!” He froze for three seconds, then suddenly lifted me above his head like Simba. “See that? My daughter says no!” 1 I am a noble, long-haired calico. I was only five months old when my owner picked me up. Honestly, when he first took me home, I was worried he couldn’t afford me. Thankfully, he just has abstract taste, not an empty wallet. Litter box, imported kitten food, a cat tree with plush cushions—he had it all. 2 The next morning, his phone woke us up. The voice on the other end was hype: “Boss! That kid is at the school gate! Hurry!” My owner woke up instantly, threw on his eye-blinding orange jacket, grabbed his keys, and rushed out. Annoying. I leaped off the cat tree and bit his baggy pant leg. “Tsk!” He stumbled, looked down at me, and scratched his head in frustration. “Stop it! I’m in a hurry!” I clamped down on the fabric, growling a warning deep in my throat. He paused, then slapped his forehead. “F*ck! Forgot to feed you!” He rushed back and poured half a bowl of kibble. “There! Eat!” He turned to leave again. I bit his pant leg again, precise and firm, pawing at his shoe with determination. “???” He looked at the full bowl, then at me, confused and frantic. “Fine!” He scooped me up and stuffed me into his open jacket. Zip. The zipper went up to his neck, leaving only my head exposed. Our destination wasn’t far—an alley near a school side gate. His lackey, Tank, and a few others had cornered a boy in a school uniform. The boy was thin and scholarly, calm despite the situation. In my vision, white text floated above his head: [Male Lead: Julian Song]. I immediately turned to look at my owner. [Second Male Lead: Lucas Lu]. Second male lead? Experience told me: cannon fodder, tragic ending. No way! He’s my poop scooper! Lucas shoved me into Tank’s hands, stepped forward, and reached for Julian’s collar! I struggled free from Tank’s grip. “Owww!” Lucas yelled in pain, pulling his hand back. A set of clear teeth marks adorned his wrist. He looked down in shock to see me landing gracefully. “Boss! Why’d you bring a cat to a fight?!” Tank and the others stared, eyes wide. Lucas was furious. He picked me up by the scruff, lightly tapping my head with his other hand. “Ungrateful wretch! I feed you, shelter you, and you bite me for an outsider?!” Before he could finish— Wee-woo—wee-woo— A police car pulled up. 3 An officer got out, scanning the group. “Causing trouble?” Lucas immediately put on a smile, holding me high. “No, no! Officer, look, who brings a cat to a fight?” I let out a timely, innocent “Meow~”. The officer looked at Tank and the crew, then at me, relaxing his brow. “Break it up! Go home!” The police car drove off. Lucas let out a long breath, then suddenly lifted me to his face and kissed my forehead. Mwah! “Lucky star! My little lucky star! If not for you, bro would be in jail today!” At the other end of the alley, Julian adjusted his glasses. The look behind the lenses was dark enough to drip ink. He stared at me, lips pressed into a cold, hard line. A perfect plan, ruined by a cat. Lucas didn’t notice at all. He flipped me over, his big hand reaching for my belly. “Hey, don’t even know if you’re a boy or a girl yet…” “MREOWWW—!” My fur stood on end instantly! You rude hooligan! I kicked off his hand and scrambled away, darting left and right in the narrow alley. “Hey! Why you running!” Lucas chased after me but didn’t dare grab too hard. Tank couldn’t watch anymore and chimed in, “Boss! Do you even need to check? Definitely a girl! Look at that attitude, so tsundere!” Lucas stopped, scratched his head, and realized, “Makes sense!” He put his hands on his hips, declaring loudly to the trash can I was hiding behind, “Decided! From now on, your name is Coal! How badass!” “Meow!” (Rejected! It’s ugly!) “Yo! Coal! You like it?” Lucas beamed, shouting again. “Meow! Meow!” (No! Not at all!) “Haha! Coal! Coal! Look how happy you are!” 4 Lucas was like a stubborn donkey programmed with a single command: if he wasn’t causing trouble for Julian, he was on his way to cause trouble for Julian. Blocking him, provoking him, petty vandalism… yet every time, Lucas ended up looking like a fool and retreating in defeat. Julian didn’t even have to lift a finger; coincidences or accidents always made Lucas eat dirt. I yawned watching it. The Second Lead Law never fails. Late that night, Lucas finally came home. Without turning on the lights, he collapsed onto the sofa. I jumped onto the coffee table. His phone screen lit up. A message from “YaoYao” popped up: “Lucas Lu, stay away from me! I never want to see you again in this life! If you target Julian again, I’ll only hate you more!” His shoulders slumped, head buried low. Suppressed sobs sounded loud in the silence. Tears hit the phone screen, blurring the light. Tsk, pathetic. I walked over and sat next to him. Hesitating, I extended my barbed tongue and licked the wet tracks on his face. He jolted, looking at me with red eyes. “Coal… do you understand love?” Human, I am just a cat. “I don’t know either…” He mumbled to himself, “I feel like I’m programmed. Seeing Linda Lin, I lose control. And Julian Song, it’s f*cking weird too, seeing him makes me want to mess with him…” Because you’re the second male lead, you idiot. Your destiny is to be the stepping stone and catalyst for the leads’ romance. I roasted him internally, but lifted my paw, placed it gently on his messy head, and pushed down—burying his face in the soft fur of my chest. Warm tears instantly soaked my fur. He stiffened for a second, then buried his face deep, shoulders trembling. After a long while, he lifted his head carefully. He gently gathered me into his arms, ensuring my fluffy chest was center stage, then raised his phone. Click. Fingers flying, he edited quickly. Seconds later, a post with the photo went up: “Humans, if you’re tired, you can lean on a cat’s chest.” Posted. He lowered his head and nuzzled the top of my head with his nose. “Thanks, Coal.” I rolled my eyes, too lazy to meow. Idiot, getting abstract as soon as the wound heals. 5 The next morning, Lucas picked up the cat carrier, then patted his open jacket. “Coal, choose. Bag or Daddy’s chest?” I glanced disdainfully at the cramped carrier, stepped elegantly up his leg, climbed his pants, and nestled into his jacket, finding a comfy spot. “Alrighty!” Lucas zipped up until only my head showed, bouncing happily. “See that? My daughter knows kung fu, wall-walking master!” He took me to the vet for a routine checkup and bought some cans. Just as we exited the glass doors, we ran into Julian. Next to him was a girl clinging to his arm. Text above her head: [Female Lead: Linda Lin]. So this is the heroine. Indeed beautiful and gentle. Linda saw Lucas and immediately shielded Julian like a mother hen, eyes full of wariness and disgust. “Lucas! What do you want now?!” The relaxed look on Lucas’s face froze instantly. His body stiffened visibly. But he quickly put on a roguish grin, pulled me out of his jacket, and held me up like a trophy. “Why so nervous?” “Just shopping with my daughter, feeling great! Letting you off the hook today!” Holding me, he sauntered closer. As he brushed past Julian, his smile vanished. He turned his head, voice low. “But remember, I ain’t no stable boy.” With that, he stopped looking at anyone, hugged me tight, and strode away. Back home, his facade crumbled completely. He put down the stuff silently, washed up haphazardly, and threw himself onto the bed, facing the wall. The image of Linda protecting Julian played on loop in his head. Am I really that hateful? I finished my kibble and leisurely polished off a can to replenish my energy. Night deepened. I lay on the floor, watching the sparse stars through the window. Suddenly, a strange smell hit my nose. I jolted up, nose twitching, locking onto the source—the kitchen. I rushed over. The lid of the kettle on the gas stove was rattling. Water boiled over, extinguishing the flame. I turned and sprinted to the bedroom, jumping onto the bed. Lucas was dead asleep. “MEOWWW!!” I screamed in his ear, pawing at his face. He didn’t move. Desperate, I lifted my front paws and pressed my pads firmly over his nostrils. “Mmph… uh…” Seconds later, suffocating, Lucas struggled awake, swatting my paw away. “Coal! You rebe…?” He stopped mid-shout, smelling the gas himself. Sleepiness vanished. He scrambled to the kitchen. He shut the valve with lightning speed and opened the windows. Only when the smell dissipated did he return to the bedroom. He scooped me up, burying his face in my thick fur. “Precious daughter… you… you saved Daddy’s life…”

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My dad, pitying my decade-long unrequited crush, decided to play Cupid by drugging his much younger friend and dumping him in my bed. When he woke up, Julian coldly agreed to marry me. But shortly after the wedding, Julian started taking frequent business trips abroad. One trip turned into three years. I gave birth to our daughter, Lily, alone and waited for him. Three years later, hearing he was finally returning, I skipped an important business meeting and took Lily to the airport to welcome him. Lily begged for a hug, but he just glanced at me indifferently. “Sorry, I’m a germaphobe.” From then on, Lily and I washed our hands three times before touching anything. The house was spotless. But he still didn’t come home. And he never hugged our daughter. Until I saw a video. Someone asked him: “Julian, what’s your happiest moment?” He replied casually, “Last week abroad. Putting Jojo to sleep, then pulling Kiki into the bathroom.” Amidst the cheers, my blood ran cold. Kiki was his lingering ex-girlfriend. Jojo was her daughter. Rumor had it that for the past three years abroad, they had been living together. Turns out, it was true. My heart died completely. I left the divorce papers, canceled our citizenship, and took my daughter abroad. 1 The nanny brought Lily back from kindergarten, her eyes swollen from crying. “Mommy, do I not have a daddy…” She hiccuped between sobs, utterly heartbroken. “Daddy promised to come to my parent-teacher conference, but when he arrived, he said he was Jojo’s daddy.” “Mommy, they all said I’m a kid with no daddy, waaaah…” A dull pain hit my chest. I hugged my daughter tightly, eyes reddening. I wanted to comfort her, but remembering Julian’s cold attitude, the words stuck in my throat. I regretted everything. I thought after three years, he finally came around and wanted to reunite with us. Turns out, it was just because Kiki wanted to come back. He bought tickets without hesitation, arranged everything, and even transferred his ex’s daughter to the best kindergarten. The day we picked him up at the airport, Lily wore her prettiest dress and asked nervously: “Mommy, will Daddy like me?” I nodded. “You are Daddy’s only daughter. Of course he will.” But when we arrived full of hope, we saw Julian holding Kiki’s hand, carrying a three-year-old girl. Lily and I froze. Julian glanced at me indifferently. “Sorry, I need to settle Kiki and Jojo first. You guys go home.” He didn’t even look at Lily, but gazed tenderly at Jojo. Thinking of this, I closed my eyes in despair. “Sorry, Lily. It’s Mommy’s fault. Mommy will go to your parent-teacher conference next time.” After washing Lily’s face and coaxing her to sleep, her little brow remained furrowed. “Daddy, hug me…” My heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. If not for that incident three years ago, Lily wouldn’t have to suffer like this. Three years ago, my dad, seeing me pine for Julian for ten years, drugged Julian’s drink and put him in my bed. I was shocked. “Dad, are you trying to kill me?” Dad sighed. “I’ve seen it long ago. You like Julian, and that kid likes you too, just too stubborn to admit it.” “That day when he was drunk, I heard him call your name. You two are too slow, might as well cook the rice.” I resisted, but suddenly felt my body heat up. Dad chuckled. “Your drink was spiked too. Cherish tonight.” Then the door was locked from the outside. After that night, Julian woke up and said coldly, “Vivian, I’ll take responsibility. Let’s get married.” I thought a happy life was about to begin. But at a party, I accidentally overheard him talking to friends. “Julian, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Vivian is hot, rich, and loves you. Just settle down.” Julian sneered while smoking. “At first I liked her too, but I didn’t expect her to be so easy.” “Thinking of how she drugged me and threw herself at me that night… it disgusts me.” Before I could explain, he got a visa and went abroad two weeks later. But that night gave me a child. I gave birth to Lily alone, waiting day and night for his return. What I got was his entanglement with Kiki and her daughter. The empty villa was silent. I took out my phone to call Julian and ask when he was coming back. Suddenly the door opened, and Julian walked in coldly. He glanced at the sleeping Lily and said casually, “Jojo is coming to play tomorrow. You and Lily go out.” Meeting my confused gaze, he smirked and explained, “Jojo is possessive. She can’t stand other girls calling me Daddy.” I had been holding back anger, and now it exploded. I laughed in anger. “Julian, do you even know who your biological daughter is?” “Do you know what happened to Lily at kindergarten today…” Julian frowned slightly, interrupting me. “Vivian, you don’t need to remind me.” “I’m sorry about kindergarten today. Jojo needed someone too. Kiki is divorced and raising a child alone is hard.” “Besides, before I met you, I swore to Kiki I wouldn’t let her suffer.” “I already married you as you wished. You can’t stop me from caring about them. I owe them.” Julian threw down his coat and went to the bathroom. The sound of running water drowned out my desperate sobbing. If I knew life would be like this after marriage, I would have died rather than submit that night. I smiled bitterly at the divorce agreement I just drafted on the computer. If not for Lily, with my personality, I would have divorced long ago. But thinking of Lily’s grievances, I wanted to try one last time. I didn’t want her to lose her father so young. Lily woke up early and jumped on her bed excitedly when she heard Daddy was back. “I’m going to show Daddy my drawing!” Kids forget easily. Lily had already forgiven Julian for yesterday. She ran downstairs happily. But she saw Kiki and Jojo. Julian was gently peeling an orange for Jojo. “Daddy, who are they?” Seeing Lily still home, Julian frowned. “Why are you still here? Where’s your mom?” Lily was scared but carefully presented the family portrait she spent a week drawing. “This is the family portrait I drew for Daddy…” Just as she handed it over, a small hand snatched it rudely. “What a trash drawing!” Jojo stomped her foot and tore it in half. She put her hands on her hips arrogantly and shoved my daughter hard. “This is my Daddy! Lily, everyone says you’re a bastard child! Who allowed you to call him Daddy!” Seeing Lily crying on the floor, I rushed over, helped her up, and glared at Jojo. “Apologize.” Julian frowned, displeased. “Vivian, why are you so mean to a child?” He picked up Jojo without a word. “I told you last night Jojo hates others calling me Daddy.” “She’s just upset, she didn’t mean to push Lily.” I stood my ground. “Didn’t mean to? Didn’t you see it?” “Julian, she just called Lily a bastard. Tell her, is Lily really a bastard?” Julian hesitated, but still comforted Jojo softly, with no intention of apologizing. Kiki rolled her eyes and apologized with a fake smile. “Miss Song, so sorry. Jojo grew up abroad, she’s outspoken. Don’t take it to heart.” Hearing this, the girl in Julian’s arms looked even more smug. “I’m not wrong! Classmates said Lily is a bastard! She stole my Daddy!” I clenched my fists, staring coldly at Julian. He said he was a germaphobe, so Lily and I endured it. He used overtime as an excuse to mess around with another woman, and I turned a blind eye. But now, I can’t tolerate anyone calling my daughter a bastard. “Julian, I’m asking you again—” “Is she?”

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On the first day of freshman year, I excitedly brought local snacks to share with my new roommates. But as soon as I finished introducing myself, my three roommates suddenly pushed me out the door, resolutely refusing to share a room with me. They even dragged the Resident Advisor into it. The RA had no choice but to scramble and coordinate a new room for me. But the moment I arrived at the new room, before I could even wheel my luggage in, I was met with fierce resistance from the new roommates. They wouldn’t even let me in the door, claiming they’d rather drop out than live with me. I was completely baffled, thinking someone had been spreading rumors about me. But I’d never offended anyone. I scoured the class group chats, campus forums, and confession pages, but found nothing about me. I asked other classmates. They were friendly one minute, but the moment I mentioned becoming their roommate, their faces changed instantly. Yet no one would tell me why. 1 “Sir, we absolutely refuse to be his roommate.” “Yeah, if I have to room with him, I’m dropping out.” “This…” Seeing his persuasion falling on deaf ears, the Resident Advisor looked at me helplessly. “Sorry guys, can you at least tell me why?” “I’m really easy to get along with. I lived in dorms in high school, I promise I’m not high-maintenance.” I carefully grabbed one of the students, hoping he’d give me a reason. He just glanced at me and shook off my hand. “No reason. We just refuse to room with you.” I leaned against the doorframe, looking at my homeless luggage, feeling like I was about to break down. I’ve always been introverted and quiet. Although I don’t have many friends, I’ve never made enemies. I didn’t understand why, in a new city, a new school, facing complete strangers… Everyone was so resistant, refusing to be my roommate. “Sorry, Julian. I really can’t find anyone willing to room with you right now.” “The school doesn’t have single rooms. How about you stay in a hotel for now, and I’ll try to coordinate another room for you?” “Don’t worry, maybe there’s just a misunderstanding. It’ll clear up once people get to know you.” The RA patted my back soothingly. Right, did someone say something about me? The RA’s words reminded me. I immediately checked the class group chat, the school’s online forum, and the confession wall. I scrolled to the bottom but found nothing about me. Besides, I was the only one from my high school to get into this university. There shouldn’t be anyone here who knows me, let alone badmouths me. Just as I was racking my brain, someone called out to me in the classroom. “Julian, what a coincidence! You’re in my class?” I looked up and saw the first person I met at this school, Zack. I met him on the way to registration. He had low blood sugar and almost fainted. I gave him a drink and some bread just in time, which helped him recover. We were busy moving luggage then, so we just exchanged contacts and parted ways. I didn’t expect him to be my classmate. “Zack, do you have an empty bed in your room? Can I be your roommate?” I grabbed Zack like a drowning man clutching a straw. 2 I just helped him. He should know what kind of person I am. Even if someone badmouthed me, he shouldn’t believe it. It just so happened that the RA and I had visited almost every room except the last one. I was too disheartened to go. Unexpectedly, Zack was in that last room. I waited expectantly for Zack to nod. But to my surprise, hearing that I wanted to be his roommate, Zack’s face changed instantly. “No, our room is full.” “They won’t agree to room with you.” Zack dropped his smile and looked at me warily. “Zack, why? Why don’t you want to be my roommate?” “You know I’m not a bad person.” I tugged at Zack, on the verge of collapse. I didn’t expect him to be my roommate anymore. I just wanted to know the reason. I could change whatever it was. But he yanked his hand away. “No reason. Just don’t want to room with you.” Helpless, I posted on Reddit for advice. We’re all classmates, why is there not a single person willing to accept me as a roommate? Kind netizens quickly offered many theories. “Did someone say you have an infectious disease?” I stared at this comment, realization dawning. Recently, there were rumors about students with HIV entering schools. To prevent discrimination, names are usually kept confidential. Did someone say something to make people think I have an infectious disease? I immediately booked a full physical examination at the hospital. I tested for every possible infectious disease. A few days later, the report came out. All negative. I didn’t have any infectious diseases. Excitedly, I projected the report on the big screen in class. To prevent doubts about Photoshop… I even logged into the hospital’s system on the spot to show the electronic report. I thought the misunderstanding would be cleared, and someone would accept me. But to my surprise, I asked every classmate, and still, no one was willing. Mentioning moving in made them threaten to drop out. Now, even the netizens were stumped, suspecting I was hiding something. The comments turned from helpful to sarcastic. “Clickbait, bet the OP is a scammer.” “Only telling your side of the story? Why would everyone hate you for no reason? You must be hiding something.” “Next time I see a post like this, I’ll win the lottery.” My DMs filled with abuse. Breaking down, I deleted the post. 3 My situation soon spread to other classes in the department. Without knowing the truth, some said I did something unforgivable, others said I had a terrible disease. Walking through the department building, I felt people pointing and whispering. I stayed in a hotel for half a month. The cost was draining me. Helpless, I had to ask my parents for more money. But seeing my parents in the video call, squatting by a construction site eating plain buns, I couldn’t open my mouth. After having me, my parents decided not to have more children, fearing I’d be treated unfairly. Though not rich, they gave me the best of everything. Even with limited education, unable to help with certain things… They always cared for and encouraged me. “Julian, are you used to living at school? Getting along with roommates?” “We know you don’t like to talk, but try to have good relationships with classmates.” “Making friends will make you happier.” “Julian, are you eating well? School just started, but you look thinner.” Hearing Mom’s concern and thinking of my recent ordeal, tears threatened to spill. I hung up hastily. Although I didn’t ask, Mom transferred money, telling me to buy good food. I knew I had to move into a dorm ASAP. I gave up on my department’s dorms and begged the RA to find a bed in another department. Finally, the RA’s relentless efforts paid off. “This is a senior dorm from another department.” “They’re all out on internships, so the room is empty. There’s one vacant bed.” “Both department RAs talked to them, and they agreed to let you move in.” Hearing this, I wept with joy. Finally, someone accepted me. No more expensive hotels. I happily organized my luggage and cleaned the room inside out. Thinking if the roommates came back, I’d leave a good impression. But that day came sooner than expected. Before I could enjoy two days of peaceful campus life, I learned a senior was returning from his internship. Knowing he was coming back, I anxiously lost sleep. The next day, I was restless. Afraid he’d kick me out upon seeing me. But thankfully, my fears were unfounded. The senior was friendly, even sharing snacks he brought back. Seeing the clean room, he praised me non-stop. Saying he met a god-sent junior. I was overjoyed, feeling warmth from a classmate for the first time. We got along well, and I thought everything was on track. Until that day, after class, carrying takeout and watermelon, ready to game with the senior… I reached the door and found a crowd. My senior roommate, two RAs, and two guys I didn’t know. Probably the other two seniors living here. “No, he must move out.” 4 “We’re seniors, why shove a freshman in with us?” “We can buy that empty bed, or put someone else there.” “Anyway, Julian Jiang is a no-go.” Looking at the senior who smiled at me this morning, now wanting to throw my luggage out. I was stunned. The watermelon slipped from my hand. It smashed, red juice spreading like the blood from my heart. “Bro Lin, didn’t we get along fine?” “Why kick me out again?” “Why? Why does no one want to room with me?” I broke down completely, grabbing the senior I lived with for days, demanding an answer. Almost kneeling to beg him. But no matter what I said, he coldly demanded I pack and leave immediately. Saying if I didn’t move, he’d keep the whole building awake. Even the RA threatening their graduation didn’t shake them. Not wanting to disturb others, I silently packed and left. The RA told me he really couldn’t find a dorm that would take me. He applied for a refund of my accommodation fees so I could rent off-campus. I gave up completely. Helpless, I found a part-time job at a bubble tea shop to pay rent. Luckily, I quickly found a suitable place. With the refunded fees, I managed. I didn’t need to ask my parents for money. One day at the bubble tea shop, I unexpectedly saw Zack buying a drink. Since I begged him to be roommates and failed, we hadn’t spoken. Surprisingly, seeing me working here, he initiated conversation. “Julian, I still need to thank you.” “Without you, I might have fainted on campus the first day.” “Anyone passing by would have helped. No need to thank me.” I handed over the tea coldly. Recent events exhausted me; I didn’t want to deal with school people. “Julian, I…” But for some reason, Zack looked very guilty, unlike his arrogant refusal before. Seeing I ignored him, he lingered at the door for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, urged by other staff, he left. “What happened? Did he owe you money? Why look at you like that?” A coworker asked curiously after Zack left. I just shook my head. Actually, I found it strange too. Since I moved out and gave up on dorm life… Many classmates seemed friendlier, no longer avoiding me like the plague. Even for group projects, people started willing to team up with me. Especially Zack. He seemed to want to fix our relationship but always stopped short of speaking. I didn’t know why, but since I couldn’t figure it out, I stopped thinking about it. Living alone for four years is fine. After graduation, this mess will be behind me. But while I moved on, someone else didn’t.

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After finding out my monthly allowance was $70,000, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Hannah, started copying me. I curled my hair; she permed her stick-straight hair. I got a new manicure; she took a picture of my nails to twenty different salons just to get an exact replica. I wore designer brands; she skipped meals and classes, working five jobs a day, just to buy the same items. I thought she was just a harmless copycat, but a month later, I was suddenly diagnosed with an incurable disease and died rapidly. As I closed my eyes, my family, who once doted on me, didn’t come to see me. Instead, they were stroking my roommate’s head, calling her by my exclusive nickname. I broke down, unable to understand what had happened. After death, my soul lingered and drifted to Hannah’s side. She was living in my room, buried in my boyfriend’s arms, boasting: “Thanks, Liam. If you hadn’t given me the money to copy her, I wouldn’t have been able to use the System to steal her luck and become her. Now, everything she had is mine.” It turned out everything was caused by her System. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hannah wanted to get the same hairstyle as me. 1 Click. The sound of a shutter accompanied by a flash. Hannah, caught in the act, frantically hid her phone. My best friend, Lily, leaned in and whispered: “Miley, want me to check if she’s secretly taking pictures of you? Lately, I always see her pointing her phone at you like a stalker fan. I can’t take it anymore.” I shook my head, signaling her to let it go. In my past life, I felt violated and demanded to see her photos. But Hannah’s gallery was empty, and I ended up being labeled a bully. Yet by nightfall, her stick-straight black hair was curled exactly like mine. From color to curl pattern, even the length—there wasn’t a single difference. From that day on, based on her silhouette, my friends repeatedly mistook Hannah for me. Thinking of that System, I messaged my personal stylist. “Sis, I’m bored with curls. Design me a new, high-difficulty hairstyle that no one can copy. Do a good job, and I’ll give you a bonus.” Her attitude was enthusiastic; she immediately sent a photo. In the picture, seven or eight stylists were in a meeting, designing my hair. I smiled, turned off my screen, and turned to Lily: “Let’s go get our hair done later. Call Wendy, it’s my treat.” “Sure, but we don’t want to take advantage of you. Let Wendy and me treat you to dinner later.” Before I could speak, Hannah’s shrill voice rang out from behind. “Where are you guys going to eat? Why didn’t you invite me? I’m your roommate, why are you isolating me? Miley, do you look down on me?” Her voice was too loud, attracting the attention of the entire class. Feeling everyone’s gaze, Hannah switched to a victimized look, pitifully saying: “I know you guys come from well-off families and are locals, looking down on someone from a small town like me. But I really want to have a good relationship with you guys and be friends.” Her idea of “being friends” and “having a good relationship” meant every time we went out to eat, she’d use her lack of money as an excuse to dodge the bill. If we pressed her, she’d use her background as an excuse, saying how pitiful she was and how little money she had. After a few times, we just didn’t want to hang out with her anymore. Just as I was about to pull out evidence to retort, my boyfriend and class monitor, Liam, charged out like a knight in shining armor: “Miley, didn’t I tell you? I don’t like bossy girls. Can you stop bullying people just because your family has some stinking money!” “Although Hannah’s family is worse off than yours, she’s more outstanding than you people born with silver spoons. She came from a small town to study at the same university as you, don’t you see how much effort she put in…” Hearing him constantly refer to my “stinking money” and seeing him defend Hannah so fiercely. I felt a wave of nausea. If my family hadn’t sponsored him, he’d still be in that remote village, working in a factory screwing bolts. If I hadn’t asked my parents to increase his allowance and constantly bought him high-end goods, how could he maintain his image of a well-off guy? But Liam wasn’t grateful. Instead, he despised the smell of my money, yet used it to help Hannah, knowing full well about her plan to replace me. Thinking of how disgusting he looked holding Hannah in my past life, I immediately messaged my parents. From now on, the group would stop sponsoring Liam. Let him and Hannah work part-time together as a struggling couple. 2 Seeing me still on my phone, Liam got even angrier: “Miley Qin, do you not think you did anything wrong?” “I, Liam, cannot accept such an unreasonable and bossy girlfriend. If you know you’re wrong, apologize to Hannah immediately and compensate her, or else I…” “Or else what?” Liam thought I was scared and raised his voice. “If you don’t apologize, I’m breaking up with you!” In the past, hearing “break up” would make me obey him immediately. After all, he saved me from thugs two years ago, and I was obedient out of gratitude. But after experiencing a bizarre death, I was no longer the girl who only saw romance. “Then let’s break up.” I blurted it out, shifting my gaze from the phone screen to his face: “However, breaking up is one thing. Since you say I use money to pressure people, you must look down on my money. So, the $300,000 you spent over these years, transfer it back to me now.” He was nervous when I agreed to break up, but hearing me ask for money, he suddenly relaxed, assuming I was just throwing a tantrum and playing hard to get. Because I was the most generous with money towards him and would never ask for it back. He pretended to be magnanimous: “Fine, take it. I don’t need your money.” Hannah wasn’t happy hearing this; she still needed money to copy me. “No! Liam, you can’t give the money. Who returns money after a breakup!” “Besides, didn’t you spend money on her during the relationship? Maybe you spent more. She asks for $300,000, you should calculate too, don’t let her take advantage.” Liam knew exactly how much he spent on me. He felt guilty but still pretended to be generous: “It’s okay, Hannah. Since Miley was my girlfriend, I’ll give it to her if she wants it.” While speaking, he winked at me, signaling me not to expose him and to stop while I was ahead. Before, considering his pride, I would have endured it. But now, I pulled up the list of gifts he gave me on my phone: “May 2023, when we started, you gave me a single rose. August, silver earrings. October, a ceramic bowl. This is the total cost of our three-year relationship. I wonder if these things are worth even $50…” I looked up at him again: “Student Liam, do you need me to read out how you spent my money in front of the class? Or do you want me to forward the bills to the class group chat?” Liam froze for a moment, observing my expression. He realized I was serious, but he still refused to apologize to me in front of everyone. His face turned cold, gritting his teeth: “Isn’t it just $300,000? I’ll transfer it.” He took out his phone, tapping furiously on the screen. “I transferred the money. Don’t come looking for me again!” He said that, but I didn’t receive any notification. Hannah didn’t know he was faking it. Thinking the money was sent, she snatched his phone trying to recall it. But after searching for a while, she didn’t see any transaction record. Confused, she said: “Liam, I don’t see the transfer record. Which bank did you use? Tell me quickly, I’ll recall it.” Hearing this, I almost laughed out loud. Liam’s face turned red. He shouted “shut up” at her and tried to drag her away. I blocked their path: “Liam, if you’re going to transfer, do it properly. Why pretend? I didn’t receive a dime. Playing games with me? You despise my money but enjoy eating soft rice?” Afraid people wouldn’t believe me, I held up my phone, showing various payment pages. Liam didn’t expect me not to give him any face and expose him like this. “Must be the network. The money hasn’t arrived yet! I’ll transfer again.” This time, the voice notification for $300,000 rang out. Liam looked incredibly pained but still postured: “See? I don’t care about your money at all!” I nodded, smiling contentedly at my balance. “Great. Money received, breakup done. We have nothing to do with each other now.” Saying that, I tried to pull Lily away. But he grabbed my hand: “You haven’t apologized to Hannah for isolating her! You can’t leave!” His words reminded me. I hadn’t thrown the mud Hannah flung at me back yet. Thanks to frequenting my family’s restaurant private rooms, I had surveillance footage. I called the restaurant staff and then sent the video of our four-person meals to the class group chat. “Why we don’t hang out with her? See for yourselves in the group chat video.” 3 Saying that, I dragged my roommates away first. By the time we reached the salon, the group chat had exploded. [OMG, how can someone be so self-righteous about being broke? Isn’t this just freeloading?] [Forget Miley and the others, if I met her, I’d hide far away.] Seeing the comments getting harsher, Hannah sent crying emojis, claiming I had a vendetta against her and the video was fabricated. But people aren’t fools; no one believed her. Humiliated, she frantically messaged me demanding a clarification. Seeing this, Liam also sent me a string of messages. [Miley Qin, I’m so disappointed in you. Just a small conflict between you two, is it necessary to slander Hannah like this?] [You hurt her. You need to apologize, return the $300,000, and transfer another $100,000 as compensation. Otherwise, I will never forgive you and never get back together with you.] This righteous demand for money made me laugh. Really treating me like an ATM? Stimulated by this, I suddenly remembered something. In my past life, Hannah changed hairstyles, bought luxury goods, and got manicures. When asked how she had so much money, she claimed she earned it from part-time jobs. Even I believed it until I died, until I heard her conversation with Liam. I realized she mocked me for being born with a silver spoon while guiltlessly sucking my blood. My mood ruined, I replied with “F*ck off.” Just as I was about to block him, a payment notification popped up from “Intimate Pay.” It was a hair salon bill. I trembled with rage, scrolling through past bills. Dresses, women’s underwear, condoms… everything. The earliest one dated back to March of the year before last. So they had been cheating on me this early. I didn’t hold back, directly @Liam in the class group. [Nice one, Liam. Using my Intimate Pay to keep your mistress?] Before he could reply, I @Hannah. [Feels good spending my money, huh? Scumbag and btch, a perfect match.]* I unlinked Intimate Pay. Afraid they’d take advantage, I called every place where I had membership cards. No one but me could use them. On the other side, just after paying for Hannah’s perm, Liam suddenly found Intimate Pay unusable. Thinking the app crashed, he restarted it several times. The staff thought he was trying to dine and dash, staring at him. Hannah felt embarrassed and urged him: “Liam, pay quickly. I’ll reward you properly later.” Helpless, Liam opened his own payment code, using his meager funds. When the $2,500 notification sounded, he couldn’t help but scream: “Why so expensive? It’s just hair! Hannah, did you get scammed?” The staff rolled their eyes and muttered: “We are a luxury salon. $4,000 total is expensive? Don’t do it if you can’t afford it.” Feeling humiliated, Liam’s face flushed. Then, seeing the 99+ messages in the group chat, he almost fainted from anger. He wanted to vent his rage on me, but couldn’t get through. I was blissfully unaware, immersed in getting my hair done. Six hours later, I rocked a Hime cut, Lily went blonde, and Wendy got big waves. Satisfied, I wanted to post on Moments. But thinking about being stalked, I gave up. Just thinking about Hannah’s face tomorrow made me happy. 4 Before class the next day, I heard someone calling my name in the hallway. I followed the voice and saw the class rep mistaking Hannah’s back for mine because of the curls. Hannah turned around, smiling shyly: “Oh, Class Rep, I’m not Miley. Do we look too alike? A lot of people mistook me today.” My eyes turned cold. I strode forward and interrupted: “Where do we look alike? Hannah, my skin isn’t as dark as yours, I’m not as short, and my eyes aren’t as small. Don’t lie through your teeth.” Recovering, the Class Rep saw my new hairstyle and agreed: “Yeah, you and Miley don’t look alike at all. I just mistook the curly hair.” She linked arms with me affectionately: “But your new style is so beautiful, even better than before. I won’t mistake you again.” Other friends chimed in: “Yeah, so beautiful. Thought big waves suited you, but this Hime cut is even better.” “Right, this hairstyle is so unique, obviously custom designed. If someone tries to copy it again, it’ll just be a cheap knockoff.” Hearing this, Hannah turned red with anger and stomped her foot: “What do you mean? Think I want to copy her? Think I want to look like her? What’s worth copying about a rich second generation like her!” After speaking, her jealous gaze fell on my hair: “Ugly, so ugly. Who told you to get a Hime cut? Doesn’t suit you at all.” Seeing her like this, instead of getting angry, I stroked my hair and smiled: “Is that so? As long as I like it.” I bumped past her, but Hannah chased and blocked me: “But Liam won’t like it! He prefers how you looked before.” Afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she dragged Liam over. “Right, Liam? You think so too, right?” Liam looked at me, ears burning red, stuttering like he had a stroke, unable to speak. Hannah burst into tears out of frustration, pushed me, and ran into the classroom. “Sick. Go see a doctor if you’re sick.” I cursed at her and pushed back. During the break, Wendy came back from the bathroom and whispered to me: “I just heard Hannah on the phone. She booked a manicure for this afternoon. And guess what? The picture she showed was the one you posted two days ago. If I hadn’t accidentally bumped into her phone, I wouldn’t have known she was stalking your social media.” This reminded me. I found Hannah’s profile to block her. But a fun idea popped into my head, so I changed my mind. “Great. I’m bored with this nail style anyway. Shall we change it later?”

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My gambling-addicted father pushed me off a balcony, and I landed right on top of my grandmother, who was returning from grocery shopping. We both died instantly. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a hospital bed, getting an ultrasound. Two little girls were standing beside me, looking up with wide eyes and calling me “Mom!” I had been reborn as my own grandmother! So the baby in my belly was… my dad?! The doctor smiled, holding the ultrasound report. “The baby is very healthy. Four months along.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Good, there’s still time. “Doctor, I want an abortion.” 1 Everyone gasped at my words. My “husband”—that is, my grandfather from my previous life—grabbed my hair and started slapping me right there in the hospital. “Sir! This is a hospital! If you touch her again, we’ll call the police!” Doctors and nurses rushed to stop him. I was grateful, but part of me wished they hadn’t intervened. Let him beat me until I miscarry. Save me the trouble of birthing that monster. My in-laws—my great-grandparents—quickly stepped in. “Lana! Don’t talk nonsense! It’s a boy! You can’t abort a boy!” “Exactly! Let’s just take her home and talk some sense into her!” And so, I was dragged home. The whole way back, I kept chanting to myself: [I am Lana Zhang. Lana Zhang is me. Jane Qi is gone. I am gone…] When we got home, I realized “talking sense” meant tying me up. I was tied to the bed for over three months. Eating, sleeping, and relieving myself all in one room. My great-grandparents came in once a week to empty the chamber pot. As for my “husband,” I never saw him. They tried to persuade me: “Lana! Don’t blame us. You kept shouting about abortion. We can’t let that happen. It’s a boy! You’ve already had two girls; this one must be born!” I was emaciated and sore all over. Yet, my great-grandmother still complained: “Eats like a pig. You’ve already gone through thirteen pumpkins…” I did the math. Even though this was my third pregnancy, I was only twenty. I had my first daughter at sixteen. Turns out my grandmother suffered like this in her youth. But that didn’t stop her from abusing me and my mom later on. It was hell, but I knew it would end soon. Because my husband—my grandfather from my previous life—was about to kick the bucket. 2 In my past life, Grandma told me this story. When she was seven months pregnant with my dad, the village was doing roadwork, digging pits everywhere. Grandpa was often away working in the city and didn’t know about it. One night, he was going to a buddy’s house to play cards. Grandma specifically warned him about a pit on his route, so he avoided it. She always bragged about saving his life. This time, I wasn’t going to say a word. Great-grandpa and Great-grandma went to bed at dusk, so they wouldn’t know he went out. Finally, the day arrived. A villager shouted from outside: “Lana Zhang! Come out quick! Your man fell in a ditch!” My in-laws stumbled out half-asleep. As for me, I was still tied up, unable to move. It wasn’t until they were wailing over the body that someone asked about me. “Where’s Lana? Her husband’s dead and she won’t even come out?” A moment later. “Oh my god! The Qi family are animals! Tying a pregnant woman to the bed!” When the villagers carried me out, my legs wouldn’t even bend. Seeing my grandfather’s body covered with a white sheet in the yard, I let out a fake wail. “Oh, my husband! Why did you leave me?!” I buried my face in my knees to hide my laughter. In my past life, he lived into his sixties and tormented us endlessly. He gambled away the family money and even bought a house for a mistress in his old age, causing my eldest aunt to cut ties with the family. Once, he even touched my mom inappropriately with his dirty hands! Now he’s gone early. My life should be much easier. Two months later, I gave birth. It really was a boy. He looked exactly like my dad. Bad luck. I didn’t even want to breastfeed him. My in-laws couldn’t do anything to me now. Since the neighbors knew they tied me up, they checked on me frequently. The old couple didn’t dare try anything extreme again. But then, another wave hit. My husband’s younger brother—my Second Grandpa—came to take the house. 3 “Lana, don’t blame us for being heartless. My brother is dead, and you two never legally married. You have no right to live in his house.” I turned to my in-laws: “Mom, Dad, what do you mean? You’re kicking me out too?” They looked away guiltily but sided with their second son. After all, they relied on him for their old age. “Lana, just go peacefully. Take the two girls with you.” “No. I gave birth to three. If I go, they all go!” “You can’t take the boy! He’s the eldest grandson!” My in-laws exploded. “Screw that! Who said he’s yours? I named him Qi Xin!” Right after my confinement month, I was kicked out with my bags. Before leaving, I extorted a good sum of money from them. I threatened to roll on the ground and scream if they didn’t pay. “Neighbors! Come look! I gave them a grandson, and now they want us dead!” Second Grandpa wanted to settle things quietly and paid up. Besides, he had his own son and didn’t want to raise his brother’s kids. So he let me take all three. I walked out, holding my four-year-old eldest daughter’s hand on the left, my two-year-old second daughter’s hand on the right, and carrying my not-yet-one-month-old dad on my back. We marched toward the county town. On the way, we hitched rides on donkey carts or walked. By the time we reached the town, we weren’t hungry, and we actually had more food than we started with. Kind villagers along the way stuffed food into my arms. “Lana, you’ve had it hard!” “Not hard. My good days are ahead!” Leaving the crazy Qi family, my good life was just beginning. 4 In town, I got busy renting a place, setting up a stall, and stocking goods. My four-year-old eldest daughter, Big Girl, was busy at home. She cooked for Second Girl, fed milk to my dad (Little Fatty), and brought me meals at the stall with her little legs. Watching her tiny, three-foot frame carrying a lunch box through the streets… once she tripped in her hurry. I jumped up, but she scrambled to her feet quickly. “I’m okay, Mom! The food didn’t spill!” “Silly child, I was worried about you breaking, not the food!” “Don’t worry, Mom! I’m a tough kid. The ground was just joking with me.” I wiped the dirt off her face. Just as I was about to hug her, she ran off. “Mom, I gotta go! Little brother and sister are at home!” Watching her small back disappear, my nose stung. I shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice. Such a good kid. If only she doesn’t fall for a punk later. In my past life, Big Girl was tricked by a blonde punk. She eventually divorced him, but lost everything in the process. This time, I’m going to watch her like a hawk… Six or seven years passed. My business grew from a street stall to a shop. I even bought a three-bedroom apartment in town. Life was getting better every day. Just when I was happiest, my dad started acting up… Over the months, I noticed money missing from the piggy bank. After searching the girls’ drawers, I locked my gaze on my dad. “Yes! I stole it!” “Grandma and Grandpa found me. They said I’m a Qi, and I’ll have to go back to the village eventually. I should spend the money now.” I didn’t hesitate. I slapped him so hard he flew two meters. “How much did you steal?” “Not… not much…” He teared up. “Mom, why hit me? You spent hundreds on Big Sis and Second Sis for school. Can’t I steal a few tens?” “No! You can’t! Steal a needle today, steal gold tomorrow!” I pulled out a clothes hanger and whipped him until he cried for his ancestors… 5 When I got tired, I handed the hanger to Big Girl. “Your turn.” “Mom, I don’t need this.” Big Girl took off her slipper and charged. After that, money never went missing again. But peace didn’t last. A neighbor came knocking. He said his puppy’s leg was broken. My dad stepped on it. I grabbed the hanger again and pointed it at my dad’s face. “Why did you hurt the neighbor’s dog?” “I just thought it was ugly! Called ‘Teddy’ or whatever, hideous!” “Even if it’s ugly, you can’t break its leg!” The neighbor, standing by, muttered, “Actually, he’s not ugly…” After another beating, my dad behaved for a few days. But I underestimated his creativity. Because of the dog incident, he held a grudge against the neighbor next door. When no one was looking, he scooped all their goldfish out of the tank and smashed them on the floor. This was too much! I finally understood the power of genetics. Even though I took him away from that toxic environment, the rot in his bones was hard to cure. He was becoming more like my grandfather every day—selfish and violent. This time, I didn’t beat him. I called the police. The officer looked at the seven-year-old boy, troubled. “Um, ma’am, this is a family matter.” “Intentional destruction of property is a crime!” “It’s not that serious…” “I don’t care! Arrest him! I can’t handle him anymore!” Maybe the uniform scared him, or maybe he really thought I didn’t want him anymore. He refused to leave. He knelt and apologized to me, then to the neighbor, and finally even kowtowed to the policeman. He was truly scared.

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In the third year of my marriage to the stoic heir of a Beijing dynasty, I got pregnant. Just as I was planning to surprise him, I received a nude photo. “I slept with your best friend.” “Honestly, it was amazing.” Before I could even process it, a barrage of bullet comments (danmu) suddenly floated before my eyes. [He didn’t sleep with her. The male lead just wants to make you jealous, to make you love him more.] [Exactly. Who told you to care about work all day and ignore our crown prince? He just wants you to give up your career, rely on him, and be inseparable from him.] [Female lead, just coax him a little. Shed a few tears and say you’re jealous, and he’ll give you his life!] I didn’t want his life. Instead, I went to the hospital. “Doctor, I don’t want the baby anymore.” 1 The bullet comments that were just persuading me went crazy: [The child is innocent! The male lead didn’t make any principled mistakes; your move is too vicious!] [Is it necessary?! The male lead just used the wrong method because he loves you too much. Why take it out on an innocent little life? It won’t kill you to go soft on him!] [How did our poor male lead end up with such a female lead? She acts like a villainess.] [Saying it again: The male lead has only slept with you. He can only get hard for you.] I ignored the comments, crumpled the form in my hand, and threw it into the trash can. Adrian stopped right in front of me. “What are you doing at the hospital?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Didn’t sleep well last night, have a bit of a headache.” After receiving that photo and message on my phone, I sat withered in the living room all night, calling him countless times, but he didn’t answer. The comments said Adrian didn’t sleep either. He swirled his red wine, listening to the pleasant ringtone, waiting for it to ring and hang up automatically, repeatedly. He was enjoying my anxiety, my pain, my madness for him. As if only this could prove I loved him. Hearing my words, the corners of Adrian’s mouth curled up in pleasure. He spoke as if granting charity: “Alright, I promise you, I won’t stay out overnight anymore.” I didn’t speak, rubbing my slightly dizzy head. Just as I was about to leave, I found Adrian staring straight at me, as if expecting something. Comments: [Quick, shed some tears! Hug him with red, aggrieved eyes and say you’re jealous, that seeing him holding another woman hurts your heart to death.] [Look how bright the male lead’s eyes are; he’s practically begging you to say it.] [If the female lead says ‘I love you’ right now, the male lead will probably faint from happiness.] I took a deep breath, pretended not to see, and continued walking. Suddenly, Adrian grabbed my hand, his face looking a bit unwell. “Vivian, don’t you have anything to say to me?” I looked him in the eye and asked, “What do you want me to say?” He got angry. “Are you a block of wood? Sometimes I really want to rip open your heart and see what’s inside.” Comments: [Female lead, I advise you to say your heart is full of him right now. It might coax him well.] Expressionless, I took out my phone, pulled up their bed photo, and held it in front of his eyes. “Adrian, what are you trying to do?” He was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows raised. “It was just a punishment for losing Truth or Dare. If you’re jealous, in the future…” “Have you considered my feelings?” I interrupted him, my heart sour. His mood improved, his voice tinged with pleasure. “It was a prank, just a joke. Is such a big reaction necessary?” 2 On the third day after our unhappy parting, Adrian posted a photo on his Moments. My “best friend,” Mia, was pouting at him, while he looked at the camera making a peace sign. “Love a woman who gets jealous over me. Too cute.” I put down my phone and buried my head in work. After the surgery, I’d need at least two weeks of rest. I had to rush to complete these tasks. The comments were indignant: [Is the female lead sick? Still busy with work at a time like this? Does she not want her husband anymore for the sake of work?] [The male lead loves her so much, how can she be so plain? Feeling like the female lead doesn’t deserve the male lead.] [Actually, as long as the female lead admits her mistake, this will pass. Isn’t a happy family of three good? Is admitting jealousy that hard?] I nodded calmly. It is quite hard. Just then, one of Adrian’s bros called, sounding urgent. “Sister-in-law, come quick, something happened to Adrian!” Suddenly, a bottle smashed on the other end. He gasped, and the call cut off. I immediately drove to the location tagged in Adrian’s post. Just outside the private room, roaring laughter came from inside. “Adrian, it’s been so long. Will that workaholic sister-in-law really come?” “Sister-in-law simped for Adrian for twenty years before she got him. You think she won’t come?” “Well, she didn’t react to that post just now. Anyway, I don’t care. If Adrian loses, no backing out. You have to give me that East Suburb project.” The East Suburb project. I ran myself ragged for a year, going to the company even with an IV drip when I was sick with a fever, just to catch up on progress. He knew all this. Now, for a bet, he was giving it away. Through the crack in the door, Adrian sat with a dark face, staring dead at his phone, looking anxious. The moment I pushed the door open, everyone turned to look at me. Some disappointed, some surprised. Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. “You guys lost.” Keys to luxury cars, yachts, luxury watches, and more were placed on the table. A smile appeared on Adrian’s lips. “I have plenty of these things. Who cares?” “Yes, yes, you have a sister-in-law who loves you like life itself. We don’t.” “Look at you being cocky. Don’t drive sister-in-law away eventually.” Adrian’s face darkened slightly. Then, as if to prove something, he put his arm around Mia’s waist and hooked his finger at me. Comments: [Female lead, make a scene! Fight for the male lead with the supporting actress. That will give the male lead so much face in front of his bros.] [Honestly, don’t you guys think the male lead is going a bit too far? He’s married, and the female lead is pregnant.] [Upstairs, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. Is this a hobby? If the female lead wasn’t so stubborn, the male lead wouldn’t use such extreme methods.] [Making our male lead pop his cherry for the first time, holding back for two months without getting the female lead.] Married for three years. Two months ago was the first time he touched me. One shot, one hit. Touching my slightly protruding belly, my hand tightened slightly. They looked at me provocatively, waiting for me to scream and go crazy, waiting for me to cry bitterly and beg him to come back. But I didn’t. I just looked at him quietly. “Adrian, how old are you? Can you stop being so childish?” 3 After half a month of cold war, as long as the client signed for this last project, the whole company’s year of work could be finalized. But on this day, Adrian brought Mia to the dinner. “Mia has already joined the company. She’s not an outsider. Let her practice with this project after it’s signed.” Mia smiled smugly at me. “Vivian, we can be besties again.” My brow throbbed. In college, Mia and I were best friends. But later I learned she approached me for Adrian. Three years into the marriage, she was a thorn between Adrian and me. Wherever she was, nothing good happened. Just as I was about to explode and tell Adrian to take her and get lost, the client arrived. I took a deep breath, put on a smiling face, and greeted the client. While drinking, I hinted for Adrian to block for me. He acted like he didn’t see, keeping a cold face the whole time. As if the client owed him money. Comments: [Ooh, the male lead is jealous. His wife smiling so happily at another man.] [Upstairs, don’t be ridiculous. That’s the client.] My expression didn’t change as I dealt with the client. Seeing I had capability and could lower my stance, the client drank two cups and said in high spirits: “President Zhou, your company’s designs this time are very innovative. I’m very optimistic. You are also a person of character. Our cooperation will make big money together this time!” I raised my glass, feeling it was secure. “Of course.” But the next second, with a gasp, Mia splashed wine on the client’s face. “I am a decent person, not an escort!” Finished, she swept her gaze over me, disdainful. I gritted my teeth hard, glared at Mia, and quickly bowed to apologize to the client, handing him tissues to wipe the stain on his face. But Adrian grabbed my hand, his face looking bad. “Vivian, you are a married woman. Don’t do such disgusting and cheap things.” The client was furious. “President Zhou, I think cooperation with your company is off.” Instantly, I felt like I fell into an ice cellar. The whole company’s busy work for a whole year, wasted. I slumped in the chair, and Mia was still making snide remarks. “Better that he left. I hate these smelly men the most. Besides, if I had a husband, I definitely wouldn’t come out to smile for others.” “Adrian, don’t be angry. Mia will always be with you.” Anger rushed to my head. I stood up and slapped Mia hard. “Get out!” Her face instantly swelled up, eyes watery, looking pitiful. “Adrian…” I went for a backhand slap, but Adrian caught my wrist. His expression softened a bit, looking straight at me. “Why hit her?” 4 After a long stare-down, I looked at him numbly. “Adrian, the project the whole company worked on for a year is gone. Seeing me go crazy, are you happy now?” He didn’t seem satisfied with my answer and asked again. “Did you hit her because of me or because of the company?” I shook off his hand, calmed my emotions, and spoke wearily. “Because of the company.” He got angry again, his voice cold. “Then spend the rest of your life with your work!” Mia came over to coax him. “Adrian, don’t be angry. It’s not worth getting sick over.” He looked at me for a long time. “Vivian, do you know why I’m close to Mia? Because she coaxes me, gets jealous for me. She relies on me like a little woman.” I just felt tired, my voice hoarse. “Then go live with her.” Adrian got even angrier, roaring: “Vivian!” I looked at him indifferently. “Adrian, what exactly do you want?” Comments scrolling: [He wants you to submit, to show weakness, to have your emotions fluctuate for him.] [Babe, he just loves you too much and feels insecure. Understand him a bit.] [The male lead looks strong but is actually fragile inside. Every day watching you stay up late working, he can only pull the covers and sulk: Why isn’t my baby coming to accompany me? Does she not love me anymore?] [Don’t you guys think the female lead is pitiful? Just because he’s insecure, he has to torture the female lead like this? Anyway, I couldn’t stand it.] Adrian looked at me, hesitating to speak, then said softly: “Think for yourself.” I ignored him, pondering. Love? Maybe before. Now I just want to escape. And whether he loves me or not, I don’t care anymore. Watching their retreating backs, I called my lawyer. “Draft a divorce agreement. I want a divorce.” “Division of property and all that, we’ll discuss in detail at the company tomorrow.”

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I was the villain’s gold-digger ex-girlfriend. When the villain went bankrupt, I slapped a bank card in his face. “The money on this card… is enough to buy you for three years.” That night, after our daughter fell asleep, I pinned down the struggling villain. “I paid good money. I get to be on top.” “Some people need to learn their place.” Later, when the heroine regretted her choice and came back for him, he was wearing an apron, cooking for our child. “Coco, this isn’t your ‘sister.’ This is one of Daddy’s former subordinates. She’s older than your mom. Call her ‘Auntie’.” 1 I only realized I was the villain’s gold-digger ex-girlfriend when the bullet comments (danmu) started scrolling across my vision. And right now, he had been betrayed by the heroine and was ready to end it all. I wiped the dishwater from my hands, grabbed my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, and headed to the roof of the Chu Corporation building. “Caleb Chu,” I threatened coolly, “if you don’t get your ass down from there, I’m going to make your daughter call your nemesis ‘Daddy’.” Hearing my voice, Caleb turned stiffly. Seeing the little face that bore a striking resemblance to his own, the corners of his eyes flushed red with emotion. [The villain is about to die, why is she interrupting?] [The villain and his ex… one is bad, one is ruthless. A match made in hell.] [Speaking of which, the villain only loved the heroine because she looked like the ex who abandoned him. He saw her as his salvation.] [That little girl is the villain’s daughter. Cute, but with parents like that, she’s doomed to be twisted.] [Isn’t this the finale? No ending?] I ignored the floating text and smirked mockingly. “What? Bold enough to do the deed, but not brave enough to claim the kid?” “Daddy.” My daughter looked up at Caleb with wet, puppy-dog eyes and called out pitifully. The wind on the roof was fierce. My daughter coughed. Caleb immediately scrambled down from the ledge, stumbling in his haste. “My… my clothes are thick. Maybe… take them off for the kid.” Watching Caleb looking completely lost, I picked up my daughter and shoved her into his arms. “Hold her tight. Don’t drop her.” [Hahahaha, is this the ruthless villain? He can’t even walk straight holding a kid?] [You have to admit, the villain’s daughter looks exactly like him. The mom had zero participation in the genetics.] [When this woman left, the villain chased her in the rain and got into a car accident. She was heartless then. Why come back now? To fight for the inheritance because he’s dying?] [Joke’s on her. The villain is bankrupt. Even his own mother ran away. She’s inheriting nothing but debt.] The Chu family villa… The furniture had long been seized by creditors. Only a bedroll remained on the floor, looking utterly desolate. I sighed. “How much do you still owe?” “Thirty million.” Caleb held Coco, his eyelashes trembling almost imperceptibly. I took the child’s hand and turned to leave. [See? The ex-girlfriend left for money before. Hearing he owes so much, she’s dumping him again.] [Poor villain. No one loves him.] [Back in the day, thirty million was just the price of a necklace for the heroine. Now it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.] Caleb lowered his eyes, looking like a puppy waiting to be abandoned. I turned my head slightly. “Well? Keep up.” Something seemed to light up in Caleb’s eyes. 2 In my one-bedroom rental, I put Coco to sleep in the bedroom. Caleb sat on the sofa, looking around, visibly tense. I threw the bank card at him. So this was how Caleb’s mother felt when she threw that twenty-million-dollar check at me years ago. Being rich feels good. “There’s nineteen million on this card.” “It buys you for three years.” I sat sideways on Caleb’s lap, draping my arms loosely around his neck. “So, Caleb… are you single?” “I don’t need a male nanny. I don’t waste money like that.” I whispered in his ear. Caleb knew exactly what I meant. The small mole on his neck bobbed as he swallowed. Caleb seemed ashamed of his reaction, turning his head away to avoid my gaze. “Mmh.” We were so close I could feel the vibration in his chest. [The leads are still fighting over there, and the villain is already holding the baby? You guys are tight-lipped! The villain is eating good, why didn’t you tell us? Trying to keep it all to yourselves?] [Caleb locked the heroine up just for show. The ex-wife comes back and he instantly turns into a pure puppy. Turns out he really just treated the heroine as a substitute.] [Sister, hurry! Bully him!] I looked at Caleb’s flushed neck and the veins popping out, feeling very satisfied. I cupped his face, ignoring his resistance, and kissed him. Caleb pushed at my shoulders but instinctively responded, a tantalizing mix of rejection and welcome. Between breaths, he pushed me away slightly, a look of stubbornness on his face. Our breakup had been ugly. He probably felt that being “bought” so easily was beneath his dignity. “And you? Are you single?” His breathing was ragged, hot breath spraying on my face, raising my own body temperature. “What do you think? Carrying a child and cheating with an ex?” I retorted, panting as I started stripping Caleb’s clothes. I paid for this! As soon as the words left my mouth, Caleb’s eyes lit up like a fire, scorching hot. He grabbed my hand, trying to flip us over, but I pinned him down firmly. “I paid the money. I’m on top.” “Some people need to remember their place.” [Where’s the rest?! Show us the rest! Hey! We need to have a conscience here!] [What can’t I see as a VIP member?!] [I’ll pay! I’ll pay money, okay?!] [Why can’t I see it even if I pay?!] [I’m suing! I’m taking this to the Supreme Court!] 3 When I opened my eyes in the morning, the sunlight was blinding. Rushing out of the bedroom, I found breakfast on the table and a note. Caleb had already taken Coco to school and went to check out nearby real estate agencies to list the house. [Caleb is almost thirty, how does he still have so much stamina?] [All night! The screen was black all night! Better than some eighteen-year-olds!] [Damn girl, you’re lucky. Let me in for two episodes.] Looking at the comments, I sipped my soy milk calmly on the surface, but behind my phone, my face was burning red. By the time I leisurely got ready, it was afternoon. Time to check on the shop. I opened a café in a quiet alley in the south of the city. It unexpectedly went viral on social media, with people coming to check in every day. I hired someone to manage it later, just popping in occasionally. “Boss Lola.” The staff greeted me with smiles. I arranged the flowers I bought in a vase and sent Caleb the location. He was done with his errands and coming to find me. The shop was almost full. I scanned the room, took off my coat, and started trimming the plants. Little Joe, a staff member, ran up to me, whispering mysteriously, “Boss, the customer in the corner looks just like you. When I served her earlier, I almost mistook her.” Text flashed before my eyes. [Holy sht, why is the heroine here?]* [Because of the villain, the heroine fought with the male lead all day and ran away from home. Didn’t expect her to end up in the ex’s shop.] [She’s been crying all morning. Honestly, the male lead is trash for using women.] [Omg, the substitute meets the original. What a soap opera scene.] I finally noticed the girl in the baseball cap sitting in the corner, constantly blowing her nose. “Get her some tissues and send over a dessert on the house,” I whispered, lowering my head. Once she entered the shop, she was a customer. Taking care of customers’ moods was our job. About an hour later, the shop door was slammed open. A group of bodyguards in black rushed in, checking customers one by one, finally stopping in front of the girl in the cap. Most customers were scared off, leaving a few bold ones watching the drama. The bodyguards formed two lines, and a man in a suit walked out from behind them. “Sir, this is my shop. If you have issues, please resolve them privately. Don’t scare my customers.” I secretly signaled Little Joe to call the police and walked up to the man, raising my voice to remind him of some manners. The man paused slightly upon seeing my face. Recovering, he pulled out a check, indicating he would compensate for all losses today. “Ethan Zhou! What are you doing here! Take your people and leave! Stop embarrassing yourself!” The girl in the cap looked mortified, dragging the man named Ethan Zhou towards the shop. [Fck, the male lead is here?]* [This tiny shop is turning into a chaotic pot of porridge.] [I really don’t want to watch them fight anymore. My brain hurts.] So this was the culprit behind Caleb’s bankruptcy. I raised an eyebrow at the check in my hand and walked up to him. “Sir, this amount…” “Is not enough.” Ethan Zhou froze, looking at the check filled with zeros, confused. Just then, the door was pushed open. It was Caleb. Carrying a cake box, he looked wary seeing the crowd. Oops, forgot to text him not to come. [The villain is here too. Now we have a full table for Mahjong.] [Chaos. Chaos is good. Porridge is best served hot.] [This scene… I dare you to broadcast it, I dare not watch.] “Caleb…” The girl in the cap spoke, her voice tearful. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t know the document he asked me to steal was so important. If I knew, I would never…” Caleb looked at the pair through the crowd, stunned for a moment. Ethan Zhou reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, stomping around and smashing things on the table. I looked down at the check. Well, now it’s definitely not enough. “You ran away just to see him, didn’t you!” “I looked for you all day, and you’re here meeting your old lover!” Ethan Zhou’s eyes were red, acting like a madman. I pulled Caleb back a step to avoid collateral damage. “Sir, you might be mistaken. Ah-Jing came to see me.” I took Caleb’s hand, took the cake from him, and chided, “Why buy this? The shop sells cakes.” Caleb stared at our joined hands, swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. We were together for six years. Countless days and nights. He was the type to ignite at a touch. I knew exactly what he was thinking without even trying. In this situation, and he’s still thinking about that. I threw his hand off, glared at him viciously, and found a seat. My legs were tired from standing. Caleb knew he was busted. Feeling guilty, he scrambled to find my hand again. “When I dropped off Coco, she said she wanted to see Daddy pick her up with a small cake after school. I bought it. Didn’t know your shop had them.” The girl in the cap watched us, moving her gaze to my face, inch by inch, as if memorizing every pore. She seemed to realize something, eyes widening in disbelief. “Caleb, you’ve fallen this low,” Ethan Zhou sneered, mocking Caleb to the extreme. He had worked hard to bring Caleb down; of course, he had to trample him a bit. “What?” Caleb’s face showed no embarrassment. Instead, he leaned his head on my shoulder naturally, raising an eyebrow at Ethan. “No woman wants you?” “Jealous again?” Caleb’s mouth. I always said he’d get beaten up one day because of it. Sure enough, as soon as the words left his mouth, Ethan’s rage spiked visibly. He strode forward, grabbing Caleb’s collar. I rushed to pull his hand away. In the struggle, someone elbowed me. I stumbled back, hitting my head on the corner of the wall. I felt liquid sliding down my forehead. The arguing turned into a sharp ringing in my ears, then the wail of sirens. I clutched the check tightly. The last thought before losing consciousness was: If I don’t make him pay until he loses his pants, my name isn’t Lola Gu. 4 The moment I opened my eyes and saw the person in front of me, I grabbed Caleb’s hand, trying to lift my head. But the dizziness was severe, so I lay back down helplessly. He knew me well. Immediately he said, “Already settled the compensation with Ethan Zhou. Don’t worry, I didn’t ask for little.” Hearing Caleb’s words, I let out a long breath and released his hand. Dense text floated before my eyes. [Not just ‘not little,’ it was a lion’s mouth opening wide! You asked for half his company right off the bat, could he agree?] [Finally, after back and forth, with the heroine’s persuasion, Ethan agreed to pay thirty million. Now not only is the villain’s debt cleared, they have twenty million left over.] [This gold-digger ex is really true to her character. Just woke up, doesn’t care if she’s okay, cares how much money he got.] [Am I the only one shipping them? The ex makes one move, and the villain knows exactly what she means.] [My elbow feels cold just watching. Gotta protect my funny bone; I don’t have thirty million.] I fingered the check Caleb handed me, trying to focus on the string of zeros. I know my own body. If not for extorting more money, I wouldn’t have bothered staying unconscious this long. But my heart felt empty, like I forgot something. Caleb went to pay the fees and came back with medicine. Seeing me like this, he chuckled. “Stop looking, the money won’t run away.” “Three stitches, mild concussion.” “Doctor said you can be discharged once you wake up. Keep the wound dry, avoid strenuous exercise and stimulation for a few days.” Three stitches? Concussion? Psychological or not, the wound started throbbing. Was Ethan’s elbow that strong? I looked at the check again, sighed, and squeezed the plush charm on my bag. “Hard. Life is hard.” Caleb was packing. I recovered a bit, fished my phone from under the pillow, and lit up the screen. Seeing the photo of Coco and me, maternal love returned, and I finally remembered what I forgot. My phone was on silent. During this time, Coco’s teacher had messaged and called countless times. By the time Caleb and I rushed to the kindergarten, it was dark. Only one yellow light remained in the hallway. The teacher held Coco’s hand, a hint of forced overtime resentment on her face. I shivered, explaining quickly, “Sorry, Teacher. I fell on the way and went to the hospital.” No need for kids to know adult grudges, so I lied. I handed the teacher the snacks I bought on the way, apologizing again. “Sorry, Teacher, haven’t eaten yet? Just some snacks, nothing expensive.” Seeing the gauze on my forehead, the teacher’s resentment faded. She refused the snacks. I forced them into her hand, claimed dizziness, and had Caleb help me away. Back home, my head was spinning. Caleb was busy making dinner. I leaned on the sofa, eyes closed, enduring the vertigo. Coco sat obediently beside me, massaging my hand. [Daughter is indeed mom’s little cotton jacket. The state really tries everything to boost birth rates.] [Baby, you are a fragrant, soft little cookie, born to be eaten by Auntie in one bite.] [Look, the villain is actually smiling?] [So warm. Next door the leads are arguing non-stop, heroine stormed out again. Two psychos.] [It’s over, the heroine took a taxi heading this way!] Sure enough, shortly after the comment, there was a knock. Caleb wiped his hands and opened the door. The heroine stood outside, tears falling like broken beads. Even I felt bad looking at her. Caleb froze for a second. The heroine seized the moment to throw herself into his arms. “Caleb, I regret it.” “I was wrong before. Will you forgive me?” “I’ll do whatever you say.” “Even if you lock me up, I won’t run anymore.” Coco tilted her head, blinking curiously. “Daddy, who is this sister? Why does she want you to lock her up?” Caleb’s eternally calm face finally cracked. He quickly bent down, holding Coco’s hand. “Coco, this isn’t a sister. This is one of Daddy’s former subordinates. She’s older than your mom. You should call her Auntie.” “Daddy locked her up because…” “Daddy paid her wages. She was locked up to work.” “Oh, so working means being locked up. Coco doesn’t want to work then.” Coco shrank back, looking wary. [Only those who have worked know the weight of that sentence.] [Dude, the kid asks and you actually answer? Speaking of which, the villain and heroine really seem like boss and subordinate, he never gave her a good face.] [Did you see the ex glare at Caleb? Hahahaha, I’m dying. Ex: I don’t even want to mention the sht you did.]* [I’m done. Villain is a straight male. Heroine’s face changed color.] [Godly ‘Not sister, Auntie’.] [Heroine cried all day, now tears frozen on her face due to that sentence. Speechless, hahahaha.] “Do you want to come in and sit?” I turned to look at the tiny living room. The only sofa was occupied by Coco and me. The heroine could only sit at the dining table. Caleb looked awkward. He pointed at me. “This is my Sugar Mommy, Lola Gu.” “This is my subordinate, Sarah Zhou.” “What is a Sugar Mommy, Daddy?” Coco pouted. The vocabulary today was all new to her. I sneered at Caleb, pulling Coco into my arms, describing in the healthiest language possible: “Sugar Mommy means Daddy owed money, Mommy gave Daddy money, so Mommy is called Sugar Mommy.” Coco thought for a moment, seeming to understand. “Then I want to be a Sugar Mommy too, give Daddy money.” Caleb was happy, showing his teeth in a grin. [Don’t corrupt the child! Coco, your dad is old and worthless. Come find Auntie, Auntie is still young!] [Upstairs, your abacus beads are hitting my face.] [Villain, what are you laughing at? Is this glorious?] “Do you have anything else? If not, our family is ready to eat.” Caleb stopped smiling, face tightening as he looked at Sarah Zhou. The speed of his face change was astounding. Before Sarah could speak, Caleb slammed the door shut. Bang. “Caleb, have some manners!” I glared at him. Caleb seemed unhappy that I scolded him. He ate dinner with a long face. Even washing dishes was loud. My head hurt too much to deal with him. He’s always been a dramatic young master. I wasn’t feeling well, so I told Caleb to stay with Coco while I slept on the sofa. My head was spinning at night, couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning on the sofa was uncomfortable. Suddenly the bedroom door creaked. A tall figure tiptoed out and stopped in front of the sofa. Moonlight outlined him clearly. Caleb. He took off his shoes, squeezed onto the sofa, and pulled me into his arms. Two people squeezed on a tiny sofa. He pressed tight, I could almost feel his skin temperature. My thoughts drifted back to the day I brought him home… We… were on the sofa… So many years… He hasn’t lost his touch. I swallowed, feeling my body heat up. A chuckle sounded by my ear. His magnetic voice whispered, “You’re not well yet, don’t think about nonsense.” The heat rushed to my face. Humiliated at being exposed, I snapped, “What am I thinking?! You’re sticking to me, it’s hot!” Caleb hummed lightly, hugging me tighter. I pressed against his chest, rising and falling with his breath. “I thought wrong, Sugar Mommy.” “Punish me when you’re better.” Punish? My gulp was louder this time. [Let me in for two episodes!] [Quick, someone, lock me in a dark room.] [Done for. I feel like I prefer the villain over the male lead now.]

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