The year I took my SATs, I unfortunately didn't get into my dream college and married the reformed bad boy who had been chasing me. We lived a frugal but happy life. Meanwhile, my best friend married the mysterious heir to the Sterling empire in Hong Kong and was spoiled like a princess. She casually said, "The boss is so mean, I don't want to work anymore," and the next day, her company declared bankruptcy. While I was haggling with a vendor over a few cents for groceries, my best friend received a multi-million dollar seaside villa because her husband missed sending her birthday wishes at exactly midnight. Their fairy-tale love story went viral online. Everyone envied my best friend's good fortune. I was no exception, but I wasn't jealous. Until the tenth time Liam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, he disappeared for a day again because of his "enemies." At the same time, my best friend updated her Instagram. "He said the debt he owed her has been paid off. From now on, I am the only one he loves." In the photo, she was holding hands with the Sterling heir. And on the man's index finger was the wedding ring I had designed myself. 1 "Ma'am, give me a discount, look at how much I bought from you!" "Chloe, you look decent enough, but every time you haggle over these few cents. Be careful your man doesn't want you one day." A flash of embarrassment crossed my eyes. I grabbed a few scallions and waved my hand dismissively: "Forget it, forget it, just give me these scallions, keep the change." Before I walked far, I heard a curse from behind: "Hope you die poor. No money but dressed so fancy, don't know where you stole it from." Damn hag, she was the one short-changing me. I was about to argue back when I suddenly remembered something, and the corners of my lips curled up involuntarily. Forget it, today is the day Liam and I get our marriage license. I won't stoop to her level. I'm so magnanimous. The next second, the corners of my mouth drooped. "Chloe, I might be late. Let's get the license another day!" Liam rambled on a lot. He said he ran into his old enemies on his way back and needed to hide for a few days. He also told me to take good care of myself and that he would cook something delicious for me when he returned. Finally, his voice was blown away by the wind. I couldn't hear anything, just felt very tired. Disappointment, suppressed countless times, now burst like a dam, drowning me instantly. For a moment, my hands and feet were cold, and I couldn't breathe. "Chloe, are you listening to me?" Sensing something wrong, Liam's slightly worried voice came through the receiver. My fingers gripping the phone tightened instantly, voice revealing fatigue: "Liam, this is the tenth time you've stood me up because of your enemies." "I'm sorry... Chloe, it's all my fault for being useless, unable to give you a stable life. I'm really trash." "I promise, I'll definitely come back today." Before I could speak, the call hung up. At the same time, a notification from Instagram popped up: "The user you follow, Fish_SevenSeconds, has updated~" Fish_SevenSeconds is my best friend Sarah, an internet celebrity with millions of followers. We agreed that whenever she updated her Instagram, I would be the first to like it, declaring my status as the chief bestie. I clicked on the latest post. Sarah held a marriage certificate, smiling like a flower, snuggling in a man's arms, with the luxurious floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Victoria Harbour's night view in the background. The caption read: "My puppy and I don't owe that woman anything anymore. From now on, he is only my puppy. Love you^0^~" Netizens in the comments section were going crazy. "Ahhh, lovers finally get married. The CP I ship is real." "Really so sweet. I've gone through all of sister's works. After watching, I believe in love again. The Sterling heir really spoils sister so much!" "Must be because that bad woman caused trouble in between, they should have been together earlier." I was about to like the comment when my gaze was suddenly attracted by the man in the photo. To be precise, attracted by his hand. Amidst the noise, my world suddenly went silent. Impossible... must be my eyes playing tricks on me. I trembled, zooming in on the photo, zooming in again, until I saw the tiny Little Prince and WY engraving on the ring. My blood froze, limbs cold to the bone. A guess spread in my heart. This couple ring with the Little Prince and the Rose was designed by me personally because when Liam proposed, he said to me: "Chloe, there are many roses, but I only want you." So, I specifically found someone to design this ring. Unique in the world. Lost in thought, I accidentally liked Sarah's post. By the time I realized, it was too late to cancel. The next second, Sarah's call came in: "Chloe, you finally remembered me, your chief bestie." "My boyfriend... oh no, should call him husband now, he finally agreed to get the license with me. I am now the rightful young mistress of the Sterling family." I forced a smile, voice dry: "Congratulations, wish fulfilled!" "Chloe, what's wrong? Did that brat Liam hurt you again? I'll come over immediately to..." I interrupted her: "No, I just caught a cold, voice is a bit hoarse." Hearing this, Sarah didn't say anything more, sharing her fun stories with the Sterling heir as usual. She said last week, the heir heard her say the elevator malfunctioned, worried she was afraid of the dark, dropped a contract worth tens of millions without thinking to pick her up downstairs. He remembered Sarah's period every month, preparing brown sugar water and heating pads in the car in advance. Sarah said the most touching thing the Sterling heir did was immediately arranging the best hospital and experts when her mother fell ill. Suddenly she remembered something and said happily: "Heard from Liam that you guys also plan to get the license today. Lucky for him." "I'll come over tonight, let's gather properly, not going home until drunk." I was about to say no need, but the call had already hung up. I stood dazed on the street, watching people come and go, not knowing where to go. My heart seemed to have opened a hole, cold wind pouring in, hurting and trembling. The pedestrian light turned red to green, green to red. I gathered my mood, preparing to cross the crosswalk, when a motorcycle sped past me. Unable to dodge in time, I was splashed with dirty water. I froze in place, my white dress instantly covered in stains, dirty water dripping from my face and hair, looking miserable. The new dress bought for getting the license was now dirty, spotted, just like my love with Liam. "Crazy! Don't look where you're going, should've hit you to death." I couldn't hold it back anymore, aggrieved like a child, crying loudly. Called a pauper for a few scallions. Crossing the street normally, they call me crazy. I looked up at the two unapologetic people, wiped the dirty water and tears from my face, and roared back recklessly. "F*** your mother! Rushing to reincarnate? Driving a broken motorcycle think you're so cool?" Voice crying but exceptionally fierce, with a momentum of fish dying and net breaking. "Damn hag, you..." He seemed to want to retort, but his momentum clearly weakened. "You what you! Hit me to death if you have the guts!" The two were scolded by me bloody, muttered a few words, and rode away dejectedly. Today is really terrible. 2 Returning home, I didn't change clothes but nested in the sofa unusually calmly, scrolling through Sarah's Instagram. I've known Sarah for ten years. She had a dream of being an internet celebrity since she was young, and said she would take me to enjoy life when she made money. Her works went from a few likes initially to millions of likes now, a proper big influencer. Scrolling, I accidentally scrolled to our high school photos. In the photo, we smiled greenly. Although Liam held my hand, his gaze fell on Sarah who was making a funny face, eyes full of doting. My heart suddenly stung. I suddenly felt so silly, not seeing through the affection in their eyes. Only thought that was the look a brother had for a sister. Thought the three of us could go to college together. Didn't expect on the day the SAT results came out, I, who usually ranked first in the grade, unexpectedly failed. Learning this, Sarah cried with red eyes, pulling me to the education bureau to verify. I refused. The scores were correct. I fell asleep during the English and Math exams. After that, Sarah went to the best university in the province and met her true love—the Sterling heir. And I, because I didn't get into college, my mom planned to marry me to the village idiot for an $8000 bride price. In my most desperate moment. It was Liam who brought $100,000 and saved me from that cannibalistic village. Remembering then, my mom counting the money with saliva-stained fingers over and over again, afraid of missing a cent. She didn't even cast a glance at me lying on the ground, dying. Since then, Liam and I began a wandering life. He was also good to me as promised in his confession. Every time I got angry, no matter whose fault, he bowed his head first. When I craved sweets at midnight, he would drive that broken motorcycle to buy my favorite Osmanthus cake. The fly in the ointment was that we never got the license. Every time we tried, we encountered some resistance. Either stormy weather, or Liam being hunted by enemies. He said that $100,000 was borrowed from loan sharks, that's why those people chased him relentlessly. Every time this happened, I felt guilty. If not for me, he should have had a not brilliant but stable life. Guilt drove me to double my kindness to Liam. I continued scrolling down. Scrolled to the official announcement photo of Sarah and the Sterling heir. On September 15th, she called me, voice choking: "Chloe, the person I like finally confessed to me." I smiled and blessed her, sincerely. Hearing this, she cried even louder. "But he has a woman he's with in his heart. He said he can only be with me openly after paying back what he owes her... Chloe, what should I do?" Hearing this, I was angry, feeling the Sterling heir wasn't worthy of my best friend. Also scolded the woman standing between them. Scolding and scolding, Sarah finally laughed, saying meaningfully: "Chloe, you are so silly!" "But, I think he really loves me, otherwise he wouldn't abandon that woman and take a ten-hour flight to find me." I was only concerned with fighting for her injustice, not hearing the deep meaning in her words. Actually that day was also the second anniversary of me and Liam being together, but he missed the appointment. He said he met a suitable job and wanted to try, I agreed. Everything had traces, but I was stupid and didn't know. Maybe, I wanted to be loved so much that I automatically ignored those coincidences. Sarah often posted daily life with the Sterling heir. But the man didn't show his face. Occasionally revealing collarbone, chin, and eyes. Slowly, I pieced together a familiar face. I searched for news about the Sterling heir again. He was very mysterious, only found out he was the young master of the Sterling family, named Liam Sterling (Wen Yan). So it was Wen Yan (Liam), not Wen Yan (Liam - homophone intended for confusion/reveal). All evidence pointed to one point. My bad boy boyfriend is the renowned Sterling heir in Hong Kong circles. I suddenly laughed. Turns out, I am the clown. I took out the cigarettes hidden in the shoe box. Probably haven't smoked for a long time, choked me to tears. Liam doesn't like girls who smoke. I don't either. But the pressure of life is too great, crushing me breathless. I would occasionally smoke one secretly to get a moment of comfort. Thinking of the scenes happening today... The beautiful memories of the past all turned into bubbles. Actually, I am not a difficult person. As long as Liam says "I don't like you anymore," I can disappear far away. Thinking of this, I dialed that number. "Mr. White, does your sister still need my bone marrow?" I asked nervously. "Yes." "Okay, then can you agree to one more condition?" "Sure!" A chuckle on the other side, voice exceptionally gentle. "Send me abroad to study." "Okay!" 3 When Liam came back, the tears on my face had long been carried away by the wind. Only the smell of smoke in the room remained, unable to be blown away. He frowned, swept away the countless cigarette butts on the floor. Then, raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette at my fingertips. He said nothing, just pulled me into his arms. I lifted my eyelids, looking at the swaying light overhead, softly said: "Liam, the light at home needs changing!" He just gave a faint hmm. This was something I mentioned to him last week, but he forgot. But, what's broken is more than just the light. Recently, he's always busy. Don't know what he's busy with. We haven't hugged so intimately for a long time. I withdrew from his embrace, turned and looked up at him. Liam had deep brows and eyes, a high nose bridge. Although wearing a washed-white denim jacket, it still couldn't hide the nobility emanating from his bones. Clearly the same face, but my heart couldn't stir a single ripple. "What, still angry with me?" He chuckled low, voice carrying seductive frivolity. Seeing I didn't speak, he leaned down, burying his head in my neck, hot breath sprinkling on my skin, very itchy. I pushed him away, calmly said: "Liam, dirty!" Hearing this, the smile on his lips froze, brows slightly furrowed, panic flashing in his eyes. Gaze falling on my white dress stained with dirty water, inexplicably relieved. "Okay, hubby will wash it clean for you, okay?" His voice carried doting, fingertips crossing my hair. I opened my mouth, wanted to explain, but ultimately said nothing. Except for not having that certificate. Liam was indeed very good to me. He raised me like a daughter, wishing to stuff all the love I lacked into me. Even my underwear was hand-washed by him, then ironed flat bit by bit. Even if he didn't like spicy food, he would accompany me to eat extra spicy hot pot for my sake. I can't imagine how he managed to ride a broken motorcycle during the day taking me to eat street food, and drive a Maybach at night taking Sarah for a ride on a luxury cruise. Maybe, what wealthy families lack least is actors. 4 When Sarah arrived, Liam was hanging my panties. Seeing her carrying a few cans of beer, Liam's face instantly turned cold. "Our Chloe is allergic to alcohol, help yourself Sarah!" "Bullsh*t, Chloe can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. We worked part-time in a bar together back then. I even saved your Chloe once. Logically, you should call me little mother-in-law." Turns out, she still remembers. Chloe and Sarah loved money, the kind of love that is very deep. Sometimes, I feel we are like the heroines in tragic novels. Sarah had a gambling dad, paralyzed mom, and a glory-seeking brother. I was purely poor, with a mom who didn't love me. Similar fates made us best friends who talked about everything. One day, she called me crying, asking me to save her at the bar. I went without thinking. Facing a group of fierce men, although scared, she stood in front of me without hesitation, shouting with a stiff neck: "I've called the police, release me and my friend immediately." Don't know if scared or what, the bar owner said as long as one of us drank a bottle of white liquor, he would let us go. That day, she almost drank herself to death at the table. It was such a person, who regarded me as her best friend, who betrayed me. Thinking of her frequently posting bed photos with Liam. A wave of nausea rose in my stomach. Why, why her! 5 Sarah didn't care, bumped Liam away, ran excitedly in front of me. "Chloe, tonight we won't go home until drunk!" Liam wanted to come over to stop, I shook my head at him. He frowned tight, mouthing silently: "Drink less, today is your period." My heart twitched violently, suffocating pain, eyes unconsciously reddened. I would rather he be fake, but he showed a trace of sincerity. Tonight, Sarah got very drunk, mumbling about agreements made in the past. "Chloe, didn't we agree to marry two brothers? This way, we will never be separated. Go shopping together during the day, lie in bed gossiping about evil mother-in-law at night." I looked at her, bitterness rising in my heart. Yes! But didn't we marry the same person? Cup after cup of wine down, Sarah was long unconscious. She slept soundly on my lap drunkenly, face flushed, very cute. I couldn't help reaching out, fingertips crossing her face, and slender white neck. Just a little force, I could strangle her. Why, the people who betrayed me are you and him. They, clearly are the two people I love most.
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