Three years after my death, the one keeping my wife company is still the bionic android I meticulously crafted. It looks exactly like me, programmed with all my speech patterns and habits from when I was alive. The only difference is, it never gets angry at her. So, my wife hasn't noticed anything wrong. Instead, she brings different men home every night, trying to provoke me, wanting to see me driven mad with jealousy. Until one day, her childhood sweetheart pushed "me" off the balcony. My wife watched in horror as she realized—"I" didn't seem to bleed... Chapter 1 Crash! A deafening noise echoed as "I" hit the manicured lawn of the villa's courtyard. It sounded like parts were falling off my body. The culprit who pushed "me" leaned over the railing, shouting with fake panic, "Chloe! Bad news! Julian jumped!" Chloe Vance, my wife. Hearing the shout, she walked over leisurely, her tone dripping with disdain. "Jumped? You mean Julian Sterling? He certainly knows how to seek attention, coming up with such a stupid way to get me to notice him." "Fine, I'll humor him this once." There wasn't a shred of worry on Chloe's face. Instead, she glanced down as if granting a favor. Even though she clearly saw "me" lying motionless on the grass. Chloe's expression remained completely unmoved. "Enough, Julian. Stop pretending. I'm talking to you now, you can stop this act." She thought that since she deigned to speak, I would definitely crawl up gratefully, as if receiving a heavenly blessing. But after waiting a long time, she didn't get the reaction she wanted. Chloe's face fell completely. She warned me, "Julian Sterling, don't push your luck. My patience is limited!" The man beside her, Liam Black, said deliberately, "Chloe, maybe we should go down and take a look? What if something really happened?" Chloe sneered, "It's only the third floor, not the thirtieth. Falling from here is just a scratch. Could it really kill him?" This villa only has three floors. Falling normally probably wouldn't be fatal, but injuries are guaranteed. And if I landed on the back of my head, it could be deadly. Chloe seemed to ignore this, or maybe she just didn't care whether I lived or died. If I really died in front of her, she'd probably be happier. Unfortunately, I died a long time ago. I can't die a second time. Three years later, Chloe still hasn't realized. The "me" lying on the ground, the one who has been by her side for three full years—isn't the real me. It's just a companion android I painstakingly created. As for me, having failed my "mission," the System already destroyed my physical body. My soul, however, remained in this world, ending up inside this robot's body by mistake. I can't control its actions, nor do I need to. In appearance and programming, it's identical to the living me. The chip in its brain holds all my memories. Chapter 2 The joints in "my" body were dislocated and jammed, leaving me immobile for a moment. I entered a temporary system crash. Of course, Chloe couldn't see these anomalies. She raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Stop playing dead, Julian. Do you expect me to come down personally to help you up?" Finally, amidst her taunts, "I" slowly climbed up from the ground. After the reboot, the system was running normally again. But my posture was extremely awkward. "Chloe, look at Julian's leg. It looks strange. Did he break a bone?" "He's young; he's not that fragile." Chloe didn't care. "It was Julian who decided to jump. If he broke something, he deserves it. He has to take responsibility for his own actions. Liam, don't worry about this idiot." "Besides, what's a few broken bones for a grown man? He'll heal in a while. Don't be so dramatic." Liam chuckled. "Right, Chloe, do you remember?" "When we were kids, the neighbor's dog fell from upstairs and was jumping around in no time. Julian shouldn't be worse than a dog, right?" He called me "Julian" familiarly, but his tone held no respect. Chloe isn't stupid; she heard it. She just didn't care if others insulted me because it suited her. Especially when the one saying it was her childhood sweetheart, her "White Moonlight." They came down to the yard together. Liam deliberately ran up to me, pretending to be concerned. "Julian, you really scared me just now. Why were you so desperate? Are you okay?" Chloe coldly watched "my" strange stance. Besides that, I was covered in dirt, and my clothes were torn by branches. I looked dirty and pathetic. Seemingly disgusted, Chloe clicked her tongue and didn't come closer. She said, "Julian Sterling, your acting is truly terrible." She glanced at the spot where "I" had fallen. In the grass lay a strange object, like a mechanical part, reflecting a faint metallic glint in the night. She must have seen it, but didn't think much of it. She sighed lightly, "Pity the flowers got crushed." I knew she cared about Liam the most. But I never thought... That a random plant in the yard would be worth more to her than my life. My devotion all these years felt like a joke. "Julian, what you did scared Liam." Chloe pointed at me. "Here's the deal. Apologize to Liam, and we'll let this pass. I won't hold you accountable for jumping." Listen to how absurd that is. Jumping off a building became my fault. Liam pushed "me" with his own hands, yet she wanted me to apologize to the murderer. "My" voice module was still glitching; I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My silence displeased Chloe even more. "You didn't jump earlier or later, but chose to jump right when I brought Liam home." "Julian, if you're jealous that I'm close to Liam, just say it! Just tell me you're jealous! What's the point of making a scene at home?" Her tone became increasingly agitated. I was somewhat surprised. Did Chloe still remember that this villa was our home? Yet she brought different men back repeatedly and brazenly, just to humiliate me, to provoke me, wanting to see me mad with jealousy. But she was destined to be disappointed. This robot was created with a core directive: to replace me and love Chloe forever. So it would never show Chloe a cold face or impatience. It wouldn't get angry, wouldn't get jealous. It would have no opinion on anything she did. Isn't this the perfect husband Chloe always wanted? Why is she still unsatisfied? Chapter 3 Chloe brought Liam home the day before yesterday. Counting the days, that should have been the anniversary of my death. I still remember before I died, writhing in pain on the floor, trying to reach for painkillers but my hands shaking uncontrollably, spilling pills everywhere. And the blood I vomited, splattered all over the floor. I begged the System for a favor: to call Chloe. I just wanted to hear her voice one last time. One word would have been enough. Chloe didn't answer. She was at the airport seeing Liam off, busy saying goodbye. The System even broadcasted the scene for me. They hugged tightly. Liam kissed her, and Chloe only turned her head slightly, not dodging. To anyone watching, they looked like lovers reluctant to part. Pale-faced, I silently activated the robot I had prepared long ago. I closed my eyes and never opened them again. The System cleaned up my body. It asked me: [Host, you voluntarily gave up the chance to complete the mission and transferred the cancer cells meant for the target to yourself.] [Do you truly not regret it?] My soul floated there, and I said, I don't regret it. My mission in this world was to "conquer" Chloe. So I knew her early on. I knew her as long as Liam did, but I watched silently and truly fell in love with this lively, kind girl. She would give her pocket money to beggars and help old ladies cross the street. Once, I pretended to be in trouble, and Chloe saw me. As expected, she helped me. That's how we met. And successfully fell in love. One day, Chloe fainted during a date. I rushed her to the hospital, only to find she had a hereditary terminal illness. The cancer was spreading fast; she didn't have much time. As long as I stayed with her until the end, my mission would be complete. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't watch her die. I loved Chloe, so I was willing to give the chance of life to her. The System was silent for a long time after hearing my answer, then said: [In that case, I will let you stay in this world a little longer to watch.] So, my soul remained. For three whole years, Chloe didn't realize the "me" at home was fake. She grew more tired of me, coming home less and less each year. Every time she returned, she had a different man by her side, openly, never hiding it. Rumors spread in our circle that I, Julian Sterling, the rightful husband of the Sterling heiress, wore a green hat so tall it touched the sky, yet didn't dare make a peep. An absolute disgrace of a man. I smiled bitterly. I never thought things would end up like this between us. Voices came from outside the house. "Chloe, bringing me here so late... won't Julian be angry? It's not good if he gets jealous. Maybe I shouldn't stay here." Chloe was silent for a moment, then said, "Ignore him. In this house, I make the rules. Julian Sterling doesn't dare have an opinion." Liam praised her laughingly, "As expected of the great Miss Vance, you really know how to train a husband." Chloe didn't continue the topic but called my name coldly: "Julian, get out here. Can't you hear we have guests?" The door opened, and "I" walked out. "I" proactively bent down to get their slippers, moving skillfully as if I'd done it countless times. Chloe remained expressionless. Liam, however, looked at me in disbelief, as if seeing a ghost. "Hey, Julian, don't you recognize me?" "I" looked at him and accurately stated his identity. Liam laughed exaggeratedly. "Three years no see, Julian has changed so much. It's surprising." Chloe's lips pressed tighter together. Her eyes were mocking. "He just loves to pretend. Everyone knows what he was like before, acting like that petty, jealous man wasn't him." "Acting so magnanimous now. I want to see how long he can keep it up." Chapter 4 In the past, Liam and I never got along. Whenever we clashed, Chloe always sided with Liam without asking for reasons. When I was alive, it hurt. Now, it doesn't matter. At dinner, Liam coughed. Chloe immediately ordered me: "What are you standing there for? Pour him some water!" "I" turned to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water. Liam wasn't satisfied: "Too cold. I want hot water. The hottest kind, understand?" So "I" went back and got him a glass of boiling water. A glint flashed in Liam's eyes. As he took the cup, he let go, and boiling water splashed onto the back of my hand. So childish. This robot is waterproof and heatproof. But Chloe didn't know that. In her eyes, I was still a normal, living person. Normal human skin couldn't withstand such temperature. "Liam, are you okay?" Yet when Chloe spoke, her concern was for Liam. "I'm fine, Chloe. Julian probably just slipped. Don't blame him." Only then did Chloe spare me a glance. "What use are you? You can't do anything right, can't even serve a glass of water properly." "I" wasn't even qualified to sit at the table, standing humbly to the side, listening to her scolding. How ridiculous this scene was. I was the master of this house, yet I had to serve her and her lover like a waiter. Because this was her order. The highest priority command in the program settings. I knew Liam was different from the other men Chloe brought home. He was the special one. So even if I said he pushed "me" off the balcony, Chloe wouldn't believe it. "I" limped back into the house, occasionally touching the back of my head. Chloe suddenly frowned and called me, "Julian, are you really hurt?" "I" stopped and shook my head at her. I used to hide my sickness and injuries from Chloe, not wanting her to worry. The robot was programmed the same way. Chloe fell into thought. Maybe she recalled how "I" landed earlier—indeed on the back of my head. She sighed, as if compromising, walked over, and yanked "my" arm. "Let me see. Did you fall and become an idiot..." Chloe reached for the back of "my" head, parting the hair. She felt a slight dent. But no blood. None at all. "I" fell from the third floor, hit the ground, dented my skull, but didn't bleed. Her eyes were filled with doubt and fear. Her gaze lingered there for a long time, and finally, she smirked. She must have thought I had prepared protective measures in advance. "Julian, if you're going to play the victim, put some effort into it." "Jumping off a building, faking an injury... you've actually learned to use such tactics to get my attention. Impressive." She sounded sarcastic. Or maybe not. Back in the room, "I" lay on the bed. Robots don't need sleep; it was in hibernation mode, self-repairing. I didn't expect Chloe to come. She stood by the bed, looking down at me with complex eyes. "Change your trick next time. You know I hate people threatening me with their lives." "I didn't." Voice function restored, sounding normal. Chloe looked cold. "Julian, are you going to keep pretending even now?" "You used to hate Liam the most. You'd fight every time you met. I knew you were jealous, so I told you to stop competing with him." "Do you have to hold a grudge until today?" I don't understand. What does Chloe want from me to be satisfied? She didn't like the living Julian who got jealous and threw tantrums because she was close to other men. Now, she still doesn't like the robot Julian who obeys her every word. Maybe she just doesn't like Julian Sterling, period. "I" sat up in bed, looking at Chloe in confusion. With a cold face, she climbed up and straddled "me." She asked, "Julian, do you still love me?" I should be the one asking her that. But "I" answered, "Chloe, I will love you forever." Chloe's face softened slightly. She leaned in, lying on "my" chest, listening to the heartbeat I simulated, and the faint— "Where is that buzzing sound coming from?" Chloe looked suspicious, glancing around the room, but didn't pay much attention. "Julian, since you say you love me, prove it with actions." She reached out to undo "my" belt. For the first time in three years, she initiated intimacy with me.
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