My best friend and I were daughters of wealthy families in ancient times, but accidentally traveled to modern America, becoming ordinary female college students. My best friend, Clara, was bubbly and unconventional. Free from the constraints of ancient etiquette, she vowed to date 100 men before getting married. But until graduation, when I got engaged to my boyfriend in this world, I never saw her get close to any man. Just when I thought she would be single forever, she collapsed into my arms, drunk, holding a marriage certificate. "Eleanor, three years ago he rejected my confession, but I didn't give up. Today, I finally got him." Seeing her happy face, I was genuinely happy for her. After all, Lucas was gentle and considerate to me, and today was our wedding. My best friend's flash marriage was simply a double happiness. I carefully helped her onto the sofa, but as I got up, I knocked the marriage certificate out of her hand. I picked it up and opened it. The moment I saw the photo, my whole body stiffened violently. This man with a sunny smile was my boyfriend. The Lucas who cried with excitement after putting the wedding ring on my finger. ... My mind went blank, and I blinked hard. It must be because Lucas and I just got married, I was too excited and saw him in everyone. He said he would get the certificate with me after finishing the art exhibition, how could he have time to get a certificate with someone else? But Clara's drunken and sweet voice came clearly into my ears: "When I came to this world, I fell in love with Lucas at first sight, but he liked my best friend, so I could only silently move him." "Luckily, the process was hard, but the ending is good." I squeezed the marriage certificate in my hand tightly, its sharp edges pricking my hand, feeling real. Lucas and I had known each other for five years, but they loved each other for three years where I couldn't see. I turned my head mechanically to look at Clara giggling on the sofa. She was still talking drunkenly. "Lucas got the certificate with me and keeps Eleanor outside. He must love me the most." Tears flowed out uncontrollably. I closed my eyes: "Aren't you afraid Eleanor Shen will find out?" Clara shook her head with a smile: "Eleanor and I grew up in ancient times. If she knew, we would bring her to live with us." "Just... just like a co-wife. We are like sisters, she won't mind." She finished speaking and remembered something, getting up to snatch the marriage certificate from my hand. Then she giggled foolishly, stuffing it into her coat pocket like a treasure. On my wedding day, my husband got a certificate with my best friend first. And wanted to use ancient rules to make me a concubine as charity. The huge shock made my hands and feet cold. I wanted to question, but the sound of the door opening rang out. Lucas's gentle gaze fell on my face. He didn't see Clara on the sofa, stepping forward to hug me coquettishly: "I finally sent those unreliable childhood friends away. Next is our world for two." Saying this, he excitedly picked me up horizontally. But when he saw Clara out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly threw me on the floor. Caught off guard, I fell, and the back of my head hit the corner of the table, making me black out from pain. Meeting my face distorted with pain, Lucas panicked and pulled me up. "Sorry Eleanor, I didn't mean to. I was startled by your best friend." "She knew tonight was our important moment, why is she sleeping here like a third wheel? I'll send her away now." He let go of me, pulling Clara up with a look of disgust. "Clara Song, go back to your house to sleep. Don't be an eyesore here." I stood there, watching his seemingly rough but actually careful movement of supporting Clara's waist, my heart aching. Lucas didn't notice my abnormality, still complaining: "Eleanor rented an apartment for you nearby, yet you still crash here. How can you be so thick-skinned?" Clara opened her eyes from his pulling. Meeting Lucas's face, she smiled and was about to speak when he covered her mouth. Lucas looked at me guiltily: "Your best friend has a sharp mouth when drunk. I'll send her back now, you wait for me at home." Before I could speak, he supported the mumbling Clara and walked out. Not noticing at all that my head was bleeding from his throw just now. I felt dizzy and nauseous, but still mustered the courage to hail a taxi and follow them. The car stopped downstairs at Clara's apartment. They were pulling and pushing by the roadside, no one noticed me. "Lucas, you are mine tonight. I want you to accompany me." Clara hooked her arms around Lucas's neck coquettishly. Lucas looked at her hesitantly. Just when I thought he would remember tonight was our wedding night and refuse, my phone rang. It was a message from Lucas. [Eleanor, I've sent Clara home safely.] [A big client suddenly wants to see the paintings. I won't go back tonight, you sleep early.] My blood surged. I called Lucas in disbelief. But several calls in a row got no response. I wanted to smash the phone and rush in front of them, shouting: "Why betray me?" But I froze when I saw Lucas cupping Clara's face, kissing her fiercely and passionately. My stomach churned, and I couldn't hold it back anymore, vomiting on the other side of the tree. One was the man I entrusted my life to, the other was the best friend I treated as a sister. They actually gave me a heavy blow at the happiest moment of my life. I leaned against the tree trunk in despair. Carried by the wind were the voices of Lucas and Clara. "Lucas, thank you for willing to get the certificate with me. Although we can't be together openly, just thinking that I am your wife makes me feel so happy." "I know this is unfair to Eleanor, but I really love you so much." Clara seemed sober. Her voice choked, making Lucas wipe her tears with heartache. "Silly, we are the legal couple." "Eleanor is busy with work, sometimes staying at the gallery. We'll be like before, she won't find out." Clara cried even more pitifully, throwing herself into his arms: "You've done too much for me. When grandma's health improves, we'll get a divorce." "Return you completely to her." Their words pierced my ears like steel needles, hurting so much I could barely stand. So they got together while I was working hard to earn tuition and startup funds. My heart ached densely. I couldn't bear it anymore, stumbling and running home. This was the fifth year Clara and I traveled here. When we first arrived in these strange bodies, Clara and I were both lost. No maids to serve us, poor family background, and had to relearn survival skills. Clara didn't like studying before, and the original body had a sick grandmother. Facing survival pressure, she cried all day wanting to go back. Fortunately, I was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and knew how to appraise antiques. After figuring out how to make money in this society, I became an appraiser for rich people who loved collecting antiques. Then used the money earned to support me and Clara's studies and life. After Clara stopped suffering, she hugged my neck and cried: "Eleanor, thank goodness for you. You are simply my reborn parents." Later, because I identified a fake for a client, causing the seller's plan to fail, I was retaliated against. It was Lucas who suddenly appeared, crashing his car into the van that kidnapped me. Finally carrying an iron rod to fight with the other party, covered in blood, he saved me. Since coming to this strange world, he was the first man to stand up for me. Looking at his handsome face, my heart almost exploded. Later, after he pursued me passionately for two years, I broke through traditional concepts to be his girlfriend and brought him to Clara. After accumulating startup funds, I paid to open a gallery for Lucas. Every painting I painted could earn a lot of money for the gallery. Consequently, Lucas became a famous upstart in the industry. My heart ached like it was hollowed out, making me tremble all over. I couldn't understand why I gave them my heart. They often accused each other of monopolizing me, even arguing until their eyes were red, yet they could roll together behind my back? Vision blurred, I squeezed the jade pendant that could only let one person go home. Since they love each other, I'll fulfill them. I don't want either of these two hypocritical people anymore. A strong light flashed. Bang! I was hit by a car and sent flying. Chapter 2 When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. "Eleanor, didn't I tell you to sleep at home? Why did you run out?" Lucas held my hand tightly, his burning body temperature transmitting to my limbs. This was the gentleness I cherished most in this world, but now it was the existence I found most disgusting. I withdrew my hand, looking straight at Clara, who was deliberately keeping a distance by the window but rushed over when I woke up. "I was worried about Clara, so I followed to check." The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Guilt flashed in both their eyes at the same time, but neither looked at the other. "Pity, I got hit by a car before I arrived." I finished calmly. Both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their tacit understanding making my heart ache. "You really don't trust me. Although I don't like Clara Song, she is your best friend. No matter what, I would send her safely." Lucas's tone was doting, raising his hand to rub my hair, but I dodged. His hand froze in mid-air, staring at me in surprise. Seeming confused why I didn't rely on him like before after getting hurt. Hearing his words, Clara looked dissatisfied: "Who cares about you sending me? If you weren't busy working and going to the gallery, Eleanor wouldn't have been hit by a car." They started arguing because of me again. If I hadn't caught them kissing inseparably, I would definitely have stepped forward to stop them. Then coaxed them both. Now I watched them act coldly, without any reaction. Noticing my abnormality, they exchanged a secretive glance. Lucas stood up first: "I'll go get you something to eat first." He didn't look at me, only his flustered back revealing some uneasiness. Only Clara and I were left in the ward. After a long silence, she looked at me tentatively. "Eleanor, I didn't talk nonsense at your place when I was drunk last night, did I?" Compared to Lucas's cheating, Clara's betrayal hurt me more. We knew each other since childhood and came here together. She actually deceived me for a man. I knew she always wanted to go back and be the county princess held by everyone. So, when I found the jade pendant that could let one person go back, I planned to give it to her and let her go back. Who knew she prepared such a big gift for me. Only when Clara looked uncomfortable did I withdraw my gaze: "You didn't say anything." "I'm tired, you go back first." I didn't want to talk to her anymore, but she lingered. "Eleanor, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water." Before I could refuse, she poured a glass of water and handed it to me. I felt irritable. Just as I reached out to push it away, Lucas's voice suddenly sounded. "Eleanor, I brought your favorite Sweet and Sour Pork." Clara's hand shook, and the boiling hot water in the cup poured all over the back of my hand. "Ah!" Sharp pain made me scream. Lucas immediately threw away the food in his hand and ran towards me. He grabbed my hand with heartache, but when he saw Clara pinching her red finger, he said anxiously: "Eleanor, I'll call the doctor for you." After the doctor came in, he grabbed Clara by the collar and scolded loudly: "It's all your fault Eleanor got hurt. Get back now." As he spoke, he anxiously pulled Clara away. I lowered my head, looking at the transparent blister on the back of my hand, my heart aching as if being pulled. The man who used to have only me in his eyes didn't care even knowing I was hurt. After treating the wound, I walked out of the ward. Seeing Lucas holding Clara's hand, applying medicine carefully, my heart completely died. But I wasn't willing to leave just like this. They deceived my sincerity, so I will take away everything they care about. For the next few days, the two of them took turns accompanying me during the day, but at night they were always called away by phone. "Eleanor, a mysterious client insists on seeing the paintings at night..." "Okay, go ahead." Before he could finish, I interrupted him considerately. He looked at my calm face, his smile stiff: "El... Eleanor, I really have business." "Mm, I know. Go quickly, don't keep her waiting." The excuse he used to leave was always the same. A trace of panic flashed across Lucas's face, then he bent down and kissed my forehead. "Eleanor, wait for me obediently, I'll be back soon this time." "And the milk, remember to drink it." Maybe due to guilty conscience, this time he left hurriedly without watching me finish it. After he left, I followed. Only to find he actually booked a couple's hotel with Clara. As soon as he walked to the room door, he was grabbed by the tie and pulled in by Clara. They were in such a hurry they didn't even close the door tightly. Heavy breathing drilled into my eardrums. Through the crack in the door, I saw two entangled figures tearing at each other's clothes impatiently. "Will drugging Eleanor every day to stop her from finding you affect her brain?" "Your gallery needs her, and I need her to support me. I'm really afraid of making her silly by accident." Clara's voice revealed worry, but she worried about my inability to make money. Lucas was on the string, sweating anxiously: "No, I control it well. I hold the wedding with her because I need her, won't harm her." Their noise got louder, but my heart trembled. I thought they just betrayed me but still had feelings for me. Didn't expect they just treated me as a money-making blood bag. My heart felt like it was cut by a knife. I bit the flesh in my mouth until I tasted blood before leaving. Today was the night of the full moon, also the day I leave. I froze all cards given to Clara, and donated all assets under my name. And that gallery I founded single-handedly, I didn't plan to keep. Lucas became famous selling my paintings, so I will destroy it with my own hands. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the gallery, two fierce-looking men were waiting at the door. "Are you Eleanor Shen?" Before I could answer, that man stepped forward and grabbed my hair. My scalp hurt from being pulled, but I heard the man say viciously: "You borrowed our money but hid without repaying, do you want to die?" After speaking, he slapped my face. My face burned with pain instantly. Hearing their curses, I realized Clara borrowed a huge amount of usury in my name. "Not me, I never took out a loan." My hands trembled with anger. I raised her for so many years, why did she harm me on purpose? But before I could figure it out, the man grabbed my hair and smashed me against the wall. I couldn't resist, my forehead banging against the wall. "If you don't admit it, we'll kill you!" Pain came mixed with blood, vision turning red. Resentment accumulated. I grabbed an iron rod beside me randomly and greeted the face of the man holding me. Caught off guard, the man covered his face and let go. I dared not relax and continued to hit, but was kicked hard by another man. I was kicked flying in a parabola, fainting directly on the ground. They thought I was dead and fled in panic. When they went far, I struggled to stand up with my last breath. Thinking of Lucas and Clara's faces, tears mixed with blood streamed down my cheeks. I raised my head and laughed loudly, finally spitting out a mouthful of blood. Gasping, I called a reporter. "New York upstart Lucas Sterling is soliciting prostitutes at the Hua Yue Hotel." I called the police again: "I report with my real name, Clara Song is engaging in prostitution." Our wedding was live-streamed. As long as Lucas dared to take out the marriage certificate, he committed marriage fraud. Clara's reputation would also be ruined. After doing all this, I walked into the gallery and ignited every painting I painted with heart. In the raging fire, I clutched the jade pendant and closed my eyes. Chapter 3 ... Lucas lay in bed holding Clara, thinking of my recent abnormality, and spoke deeply. "Clara, let's divorce after your grandmother has surgery." Clara looked dissatisfied, but just as she was about to say something, the room door was kicked open violently. "Police, don't move!" Lucas looked up abruptly, facing the reporter's camera directly. "Ah!" Startled by the people suddenly appearing, Clara hurriedly pulled the quilt tight to cover herself. Lucas was also pale. They were wearing nothing. Why did the police appear here out of the blue? But the police ignored them, asked them to dress, and started questioning. Reporters pouring in took photos non-stop, clearly recording the embarrassed side of Lucas and Clara. Lucas is the owner of a famous gallery. Every painting from the gallery is worth millions. Compared to the authentic works collected by the rich, except for the age gap, others are completely comparable. Moreover, he just held a wedding with Eleanor Shen a week ago. Being exposed for soliciting prostitutes now will definitely become the most explosive news recently. The reporter's photos and the police's strict questioning finally made Lucas react from shock. "Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding." He hurriedly took out his ID card; "I didn't solicit prostitutes." The reporter showed no mercy: "You just got married a week ago, marrying the painter Eleanor Shen. Instead of accompanying your wife at home at this time, you came to a couple's hotel. If not soliciting prostitutes, what is it?" Clara was furious. The police handcuffed her as a fallen woman. Hearing the reporter's words, she spoke even more recklessly. "Who told you coming to a couple's hotel is soliciting prostitutes? Can't couples come together?" Clara had no talent and was not a famous person. Reporters didn't know her. Seeing her so arrogant even after being caught, they were even less polite: "You say you are not a fallen woman, but knowing Lucas Sterling is married, are you rushing to be a mistress?" Not giving Clara a chance to argue: The reporter asked Lucas sharply again: "Mr. Sterling cried with excitement for marrying Eleanor Shen at the wedding, and your wife is hospitalized due to an accident. So you are cheating regardless of your wife's safety?" Lucas panicked from the repeated questioning. Police and reporters, such a big scene, Eleanor Shen will definitely know. At this moment, rather than being afraid of losing face, he was more afraid that Eleanor Shen would leave him knowing he was messing with Clara Song. More importantly, he and Clara Song haven't divorced yet. If Eleanor really leaves him, he will definitely go crazy. Clara Song didn't know his thoughts. Being caught from bed by police and reporters was a great humiliation to her. In ancient times, these people in front of her were not qualified to stand before her at all. Anger rushed to her head. She stood up abruptly with handcuffs, anger distorting her features: "What nonsense are you talking about? Even police and reporters have to manage the fun between us husband and wife?" The police stood still, staring at her seriously. The reporter seemed to smell gossip, eyes curious: "But the person who held the wedding a week ago wasn't you." Lucas guessed what Clara wanted to say, stepping forward in panic: "Let's talk at the police station if there's anything." The marriage registration time and the wedding were the same day, but the brides were two different women. If exposed, not only will he lose Eleanor Shen, but his career will also suffer a heavy blow. But how could the humiliated Clara think so much. Ignoring Lucas's wink, she opened her mouth and said: "We are a legal couple. There is a photo of the marriage certificate in the phone." The police quickly found the marriage certificate in her phone. The reporter looked surprised, picking up the camera to shoot frantically. Misunderstanding resolved, the police didn't make it difficult for them, unlocked the handcuffs and left. But the reporter published the matter online after leaving. Lucas saw the constantly rising hot search, his brain blank. He took out his phone to call Eleanor Shen. The call connected but heard a strange voice. "The owner of the phone has been buried in the sea of fire..." Lucas looked even uglier hearing this: "Who are you? Stop talking nonsense here. Let my wife answer the phone quickly." "We are firefighters. The South Frost Gallery caught fire. Surveillance shows the phone owner went in and never came out." "What did you say?" Lucas muttered to himself, hands and feet cold as if exhausted, unable to even hold the phone, letting it fall to the ground. He didn't believe Eleanor Shen would go to the gallery from the hospital, but what happened tonight was too strange. He had to go to the gallery. And the gallery was crucial to him, he couldn't ignore it. But just as he left, Clara grabbed his arm tightly: "Lucas, where are you going?" Lucas panicked in his heart, didn't control his strength and flung her away. "Something happened to Eleanor, I have to go see." Clara looked unbelieving: "How is it possible? Didn't you feed her milk? And the police just came, I'm still a bit scared, you can't go." Hearing her say this, Lucas suddenly panicked. He suddenly remembered Eleanor Shen might not have drunk that glass of milk. He remembered the police and reporters present tonight, and connected her recent abnormalities. A terrible thought suddenly rushed to his head. He stared wide-eyed, clamping Clara's shoulders with both hands. "Did you tell Eleanor about us getting the certificate?" Clara was startled, a flash of guilt quickly passing through her eyes: "No... no. You got the certificate with me to fulfill my grandma's wish." "And we will divorce. Didn't we agree not to let Eleanor know? Of course I wouldn't say." Lucas stared at her face, still seeing something wrong from her face. But he had no time to pursue it. Thinking of the firefighter's words, his throat hurt like it was stuffed with cotton. He threw off Clara. "Better if everything has nothing to do with you." Clara wanted to stop him, but was pushed away vigorously by him. Previously he thought Clara was pitiful. Every time she said in front of him that she missed her distant relatives and had to take care of her seriously ill grandmother, he couldn't help but feel distressed. But thinking she might not be as pure and kind as on the surface, he felt a burst of disgust in his heart. Ignoring Clara's obstruction, he rushed to the gallery. When he arrived, the firefighters had extinguished the fire and walked out. Lucas looked at the gallery burned to ruins, blood coagulating all over his body, eyes full of disbelief. He stopped the firefighter: "Is there really someone inside?" At this moment he really hoped Eleanor Shen drank that glass of milk. But the firefighter's words made him completely give up hope: "A female body was found inside. Preliminary investigation shows the fire was ignited from inside. The deceased should be suicide." Lucas sat paralyzed on the ground like his spine was removed. He still didn't believe it, but didn't collapse and cry until confirming with the hospital that Eleanor Shen really left. "Eleanor, I was wrong, please don't scare me." He sat at the fire scene crying until dawn, then returned to their wedding room lost in soul. Only to see Clara staying at his house. Looking at Clara, his face sank instantly: "What are you doing here?" Clara was startled, looking aggrieved: "Heard something happened to Eleanor, I came to see." Lucas looked at her hypocritical face, suddenly feeling disgusted: "Aren't you her good sister? Why knowing something happened to her, you don't care at all?" "And isn't your grandmother seriously ill? Why do you rarely visit her? are you hiding something from me?" Clara was asked guiltily by his series of questions: "I hid nothing from you." Lucas wanted to question more, but saw a letter on the coffee table. He picked it up with trembling hands and opened it, seeing the content, eyes full of doubt. "What does 'ancient person' mean?" Clara's eyes widened, immediately snatching the letter from his hand to read. When seeing Eleanor Shen mention she found that jade pendant to go home and had left this time and space, she instantly lost all reason and disguise. "Ah! Bitch!" Clara tore up the letter in her hand in a breakdown, "Why did she leave me alone to go back." "Saying we are good sisters, but she found a way home without taking me." Clara's sudden madness scared Lucas. Lucas slapped her hard on the face. Clara calmed down after being slapped onto the sofa. Only heard Lucas ask: "What does 'ancient person' mean?" Clara's chest heaved with anger, not wanting to hide anymore, revealing her true colors. She sneered: "Eleanor Shen and I traveled here from ancient times, on that very ordinary full moon night." From her words, Lucas understood everything. Eleanor Shen had a way home, so she abandoned him. Before leaving, she burned the gallery clean, leaving him nothing. But intuition told him Eleanor Shen must have known something, otherwise she wouldn't have left so simply. He subconsciously looked at Clara: "Did you tell Eleanor about our marriage?" Clara didn't hide this time: "Yes, I pretended to be drunk on the day of getting the certificate, let her see the marriage certificate." "I thought she would question me and then break up with you. Didn't expect she pretended to know nothing, but planned to sneak away." Thinking of Eleanor Shen's betrayal, Clara was full of resentment. Lucas was shocked by her distorted face, scalp tingling. He grabbed her collar and pulled her up: "Eleanor treated you so well, paid for your studies, rented you a house. Why were you so cruel to her?" "And you said your grandmother was seriously ill and wanted to see you get married to leave without regrets. Was this also a lie to me?" Clara smiled sarcastically: "Yes, I have no feelings for that old woman at all. How could I care about her." "As for Eleanor Shen, I hated her at the time." "She was better than me in everything before. Coming to this strange world, she is still better than me in everything." "Yet I, a noble county princess, still have to rely on her support and owe her favors." Looking at Lucas's dull face, Clara's smile widened: "But there is one thing she can't compare to me." "I snatched you. You got the certificate with me. According to current terms, she is the unacceptable third party. In ancient times, she would also be an unpresentable concubine." Lucas looked at her crazy face, heart trembling: "So you designed me just to beat her, and finally made her leave sadly?" "Yes, her life had no stains, so I took out a loan in her name. Pity those people haven't done anything to her yet, she ran away." Lucas couldn't listen anymore, slapped her again. "What a lunatic. Now we are completely done. I don't love you. She's gone, I won't care about you either." Clara panicked in her eyes: "I am your wife. Why won't you support me?" Lucas sneered, throwing her a phone: "Go see the hot search yourself. Everyone knows I got the certificate with you on the day of my wedding. You are the shameless mistress, I am the fraud scumbag."
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