Ever since I was little, all I wanted to do was lay flat. If the sky was falling, as long as it didn't crush my bed, I'd keep sleeping. After being identified as the lost heiress and brought back to a wealthy family, the fake heiress fought tooth and nail to marry the newly risen prince of the Sterling business empire. She dumped her original fiancé, the disabled young master, onto me. My biological parents forced me to agree. I rolled over in bed: "Sure." Disabled is great. No need to have kids, and he'll probably die early. After marriage, I fed him to finish the job quickly so I could sleep. I helped him with rehab so he could use the toilet by himself. I even took a knife for him—only because I was too sleepy in the middle of the night to dodge. Later, the down-and-out disabled young master regained his inheritance rights and became the fearsome "Living Hades" of the business world. The fake heiress brought my parents to force me into a divorce, demanding I return her husband. I nodded: "Sure." The man in the wheelchair stood up with a whoosh. "Not sure, you idiot, absolutely not!" 1 I've wanted to lay flat since I was a kid. When I was in the orphanage, on open days, I would kick the dog out and sleep in the doghouse. After the event, the Director Mom couldn't find me and thought a trafficker had sneaked in, spinning in anxious circles. Big Yellow the dog was also spinning anxiously at her feet. Drooping his big ears, he howled "awooo awooo." Director Mom had no time for him. She didn't even realize he was tattling. Big Yellow howled even more sadly. When a dog howls, kids who like to imitate start howling too. Competitive kids heard it, refused to lose, and started screaming high notes nearby. Show-off kids saw it, thought it was fun, and joined in the high-note screaming. From one dog and one kid, it multiplied like bacteria to one dog and a horde of kids. The rising and falling wails signaled the severity of the situation, alarming the nearby residents. So that day, fire trucks came "wee-woo-wee-woo," ambulances came "wee-woo-wee-woo." Police cars also came "wee-woo-wee-woo." A kind neighbor drove a water sprinkler truck over, playing "It's a Small World" as it arrived. I really couldn't sleep through the noise. I crawled out of the doghouse. Director Mom was still anxiously describing my appearance to the police and reporters. I randomly picked a kid who was howling with the dog and interrupted his casting: "Hey little black egg, whatcha doing?" "Awooo~ don't disturb me, I'm busy." I let go of his collar and nodded: "Wishtoday (okay), sure." Big Yellow saw me come out halfway through his howl, whimpered, and ran back to his kennel. Once the dog stopped, the kids stopped too. Director Mom finally noticed me: "You little idiot! Where did you run off to!" At the end of that day, Director Mom took me to stand at the orphanage gate, apologizing non-stop. People comforted her, saying a false alarm is the best news, and their trip was worth it. But the reporters didn't want to come for nothing. The next day, reports about the orphanage were flying everywhere. The Summers family found me at that time. Director Mom held the paternity test, touching my head with relief. "Girl, you're going to the big city. You have to speak proper English in the future, can't speak this dialect anymore, understand?" I played with the carrot pen she gave me, nodding half-understandingly: "Understood." "And you can't keep crying for spicy soup every day. That's not what a rich young lady should drink, understand?" I nodded reluctantly: "Understood!" "When you get home, get along with your sister. Yield to her in everything. After all, you are real, she is fake, don't fight with her, understand?" "If I give everything to her, will she bother my sleep?" Director Mom was helpless: "Yes. You won't have to sleep in a communal bed anymore; you'll get a big bed." The car to pick me up had arrived outside. Director Mom's eyes were red looking at me: "Remember to come back and visit when you have time." My heart felt sour too: "Sure." Director Mom's red eyes instantly whitened back. "Speak proper English, don't learn from those street kids!" "Sure!" "Say understood!" "Sure! Understood!" 2 Returning to the Summers family from the orphanage. Besides cars, we had to take a plane. It was my first time flying; I was dizzy and vomiting the whole way. My parents who came to pick me up frowned looking at me. Instead, the fake heiress Chloe Summers stepped forward and hugged me. She smiled sweetly and appropriately. But when she leaned close to my ear, I only heard her whisper: "Hillbilly, let's make a bet. Even if you are biological, you won't get a shred of love from them." Whoa, little brat, I thought you were a good person. I yawned, looking past Chloe at my parents not far away. Honestly, no waves in my heart. Rather than craving love from two strangers, I'd prefer to find a soft big bed and sleep well. Chloe thought I was scared and pushed her luck. My parents spoiled her and granted her every wish. So the big room prepared for me became her new piano room. Mom told me with difficulty: "Chloe only practices piano better in a big room." I nodded, expressing understanding: "Sure." Mom rubbed my head heartache: "Such a sensible good child." The admission procedures prepared for me were also halted. "Our private elementary school classes are taught in French." "Sister can't even speak English well, don't hurt her little self-esteem." Dad specially called me to the study. "Chloe has always received elite education. If you can catch up, the family is willing to spend any amount, but Dad doesn't want to give you too much pressure." I nodded, indicating I'd follow family arrangements: "Sure." Dad's approving gaze fell on me: "You must take your sister as a role model." So I went through ordinary schools all the way, and after graduating from a regular university, I stayed for residency at a local hospital. While Chloe went through elite schools, admitted to a prestigious foreign university with the full support of family resources. After returning, she parachuted directly into the management of the family business. After graduation, my parents also started considering marriage. This was the first time Chloe disobeyed my parents, insisting on marrying the second young master of the Sterling family, Ryan Sterling. The Summers and Sterling families originally had a marriage contract, but the object was the eldest young master Leo Sterling. "Leo is crippled from car racing, can't stand or reproduce. Mom, Dad, you can't push your daughter into a fire pit!" Mom was uncomfortable too: "Yes, honey, we can't let our daughter take care of that cripple for a lifetime." Dad wouldn't let go: "Ryan is an illegitimate child after all, his reputation isn't glorious." Chloe immediately retorted: "So what if he's illegitimate? The law gives him inheritance rights too." "Dad, Leo is ruined. Who do you think the Sterling family will belong to in the end?" Mom and Dad were obviously moved: "What about the marriage contract?" "What's hard to explain? Isn't there still Mia?" 3 When my parents found me with Leo's information. I was still sleeping. My mom yanked my quilt off. "If Leo hadn't had an accident, this good thing wouldn't fall on you." My dad also looked like it was matter-of-course. "When you sisters both marry over, keep an eye on him. Don't dream of inheritance rights since he's already crippled." "This is for your sister; you must help Chloe!" I lifted my eye mask, squinting at Leo's photo. This guy, kinda handsome. "Sure." Marrying anyone is marrying. Disabled is great; no need to have kids, and he dies early. On the wedding day, Chloe livestreamed the whole process. She always liked showing off her "rich, white, beautiful" persona online. This livestream instantly blew up the trending searches, with viewers consistently over 100,000. Chloe waved her hand, drawing a latest iPhone every ten minutes. Seeing such a big scene in the livestream room. My parents followed closely; her dowry was displayed piece by piece. A villa worth tens of millions, cars worth millions, boxes of cash. My parents said: "We are climbing up to the Sterling family, naturally can't skimp on the dowry, letting Chloe be looked down upon." Chloe affectionately held my parents' arms. In front of the camera, she was gentle and generous. Off-camera, she lowered her voice: "Mom and Dad are the best to me. But sister is married off..." Halfway through, my parents understood. "Willing to marry a cripple, giving it to her is a waste." I had no dowry, and Leo sent no betrothal gifts. Just sent a car at night to pick me up. The person picking me up was the butler. "Miss Summers, the Young Master is indisposed and cannot come personally." "Understood, understood." I get sleepy in cars, waking up groggy occasionally, surrounded by dark tree shadows. Heard Leo moved to the Sterling old mansion after the accident, a century-old villa in the suburbs. Dilapidated walls, withered gardens, all indicating the owner's plight. When getting off, a tall and thin figure was waiting at the door. High nose, shimmering eyes, features ridiculously beautiful. Even sitting in a wheelchair, you could see he was tall with long legs and good proportions. Subconsciously, my dialect popped out again. "Handsomer than the photo, hit the jackpot..." Leo didn't hear clearly, frowning slightly. "Sorry, Miss Summers, what did you say?" I switched to standard English in a second: "Cough cough, nothing hubby, where is our bedroom? I'll go put my luggage." Leo was nailed to the spot by my words, the wheelchair under him only moving after a while. "Give the luggage to Uncle Xu, let's eat first." 4 The meal was simple. A few side dishes with plain porridge. I was really hungry; a bowl of rice bottomed out quickly. Pity it wasn't freshly steamed buns, or I could eat half a pot plain. Leo didn't move his chopsticks, watching me quietly. Those beautiful eyes held some kind of inquiry. "Mia, given my situation, I am indeed wronging you." "The wedding, my body can't hold up." "Betrothal gifts, the family situation is complicated, can't give them to you for now." "As for married life, I... probably have the will but not the strength..." When he said this, his knuckles turned white. The whole person tried to maintain basic dignity. I was still chewing rice. Couldn't reply to him immediately. "No rush, I'll wait for you to finish." Those few short seconds felt like a century of awkwardness. Finally, I swallowed the last mouthful of rice and quickly said: "It's okay." "No wedding, I am indeed a bit disappointed, but it's okay." A bit disappointed because I haven't experienced it. But after watching Chloe's wedding, I felt it was okay. Especially getting up before dawn to prepare, really better to sleep. "And betrothal gifts, wouldn't land in my hands anyway, so I don't feel anything." "As for, that..." Discussing this with someone met for the first time is a bit too graceful. Even if it's a legal partner. I steeled my heart: "Actually, having it or not is fine. You have this face, enough to feast the eyes." After speaking, felt hot from head to toe, stammering added: "I'm tired, want, want to rest." Leo's tense expression relaxed, chuckling: "Bedroom is on the second floor." I didn't understand the meaning of his smile, thought he didn't believe me. Anxious, dialect came out again. "For real, ain't lying to ya!" Leo nodded, picking up his chopsticks. The food on the table was half eaten by me. His right hand seemed injured; relying on his left hand to hold chopsticks and bowl. Leaving him like this to sleep, I really couldn't bear it. Took his bowl from his hand. Picked food, held spoon to feed him. Food at his mouth. Leo's eyes became more complex. "You don't have to do this." Busy all day, I was really a bit tired. "Eat quickly, hurry up and rest after eating."
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