I found a limping girl in the remote mountains. As I was bandaging her wound, a flurry of bullet comments flashed across my vision: 「Stop immediately! This is your fiancé's lifesaver!」 「Save her, and your engagement party will be ruined.」 「Don't believe it? Just look at the bangle on her wrist!」 I instinctively tightened the tourniquet in my hand. On the last night of our project's resource survey, a landslide trapped us in a secluded village. My engagement party with Julian Sterling was two days away. We were from matching prominent families, childhood sweethearts, and our union meant our two families' cooperation would deepen. More importantly, Julian was incredibly good to me, almost to the point of being completely compliant. He seemed particularly fond of tracing the bangle on my wrist. No matter how severe our arguments, as soon as he saw my wrist, he would calm down and apologize. I had been looking forward to this engagement for a long time. The thought of potentially not making it back left me feeling agitated. "Ah!" A girl's sharp gasp came from the doorway, followed by the scolding voice of an older woman. It was Mrs. Finch, the woman we were staying with, and her daughter, Lyra. The young girl timidly held a large bowl of soup. She had accidentally spilled some, and Mrs. Finch was now berating her: "You worthless, clumsy good-for-nothing!" A few colleagues from the project team exchanged glances, sighing softly. Mrs. Finch was a typical rural woman who heavily favored sons, treating her own with extreme preciousness. She had repeatedly hinted that she hoped we could take her son, Jed, to the city to find work. Jed Finch was an idle loafer who had long dropped out of school, holed up in a dilapidated internet cafe at the village entrance, playing games. But the Finch family's daughter was different. The young girl was thoughtful. On the first day she sheltered us, she mended Mr. Thompson's aged trousers and even ran to the village head to buy me feminine hygiene products. Listening to Mrs. Finch's increasingly vulgar and loud curses, Mr. Thompson couldn't bear it— "Ma'am, is the soup ready?" Mrs. Finch finally stopped. "Oh, coming right away—" We had paid a hefty fee to stay at the Finch's, so her attitude was surprisingly pleasant. "You worthless brat, hurry up and get the bowls!" The girl rushed out, stumbled, and a stack of bowls crashed to the ground with a clatter— It was then I noticed her right foot was a little lame; she struggled to run. She had also fallen to the ground, scraping her skin. "You good-for-nothing—!" I grabbed Mrs. Finch's arm, handing her a hundred-dollar bill. "She's still young, accidents happen. Let's just buy some new bowls." Mrs. Finch snatched the money, a forced smile on her face: "Young? She's twenty! Useless, and a cripple too!" I subtly shifted my right foot, hiding it. Years ago, an accident had left my right foot somewhat deformed. Seeing this girl, I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy. But I was surprised the young girl was already twenty; she looked so thin and sallow. I took out a tourniquet and antiseptic from my backpack, carefully cleaning her wound. Mrs. Finch was still muttering, asking us to take her son away: "Isn't Van Industries running a Community Uplift Initiative? Take my son! Train him well; he'll definitely make something of himself…" The Community Uplift Initiative was for sponsoring disadvantaged students, not for housing grown-up freeloaders. If we were to take anyone from the Finch family, it would be better to take this girl. I heard she dropped out after freshman year of high school, called home by Mrs. Finch to cook and await marriage. But because of her limp, the bride price talks always fell through, so she remained unmarried. I asked her softly: "Do you want to continue your studies? I can—" Suddenly, my vision blurred, and a vast stream of bullet comments appeared before my eyes: 【You cannot!!】 【Don't be foolish. This is your fiancé's lifesaver. Take her back, and your engagement party will be ruined!】 【If you don't believe it, look at her wrist! Is there an antique carved bangle on it?!】 I instinctively tightened the tourniquet in my hand, looking towards her sleeve. Everyone in my circle envied me for having a fiancé like Julian Sterling—devoted, deeply loving, and gentle. We had grown up together, experiencing both success and crises. He always kissed my wrist again and again. I had even joked: "If you like it so much, you can have this bangle." But he always refused, only saying he loved me immensely. Before the bullet comments scrolled wildly, I had never once thought that he didn't love me, but rather the bangle on my wrist. … "Ms. Van?" I snapped back to reality, realizing I had been staring at the young girl's sleeve for too long. She smiled bashfully, touching her wrist— "This was my grandmother's." An antique carved bangle, with a flat wooden band. It happened to look very similar to the one on my own wrist. The only difference was the color. Mine was a deep brown, while Lyra's was a light peach-wood color. For some reason, I vaguely felt her bangle also looked familiar. 【We told you so! Julian Sterling only treats you so well because he mistakenly believes you're his lifesaver.】 【If you bring this girl back and Julian finds out the truth, he'll think you deliberately schemed to replace his idealized first love, and he'll seek crazy revenge on you!】 The bullet comments said I lived in a "white moonlight" angst novel. If I, out of kindness, rescued Lyra from the Finch family's hellhole, my fiancé, Julian Sterling, would see Lyra's bangle at the engagement ceremony and call off the wedding on the spot. Later, Julian and Lyra would go through a series of dramatic, angsty "you chase, I run" scenarios. Whenever the plot stagnated, Julian would blame my existence for hindering their relationship. If I hadn't impersonated her, he wouldn't have missed his idealized first love for so many years. So he would use my feelings for him, seize the opportunity to retaliate, crushing Van Industries and humiliating my genuine affection. But I remained innocent throughout. Julian had never explained why he cherished that bangle, nor had he ever spoken to me about the past. He would push me relentlessly until I had nowhere left to retreat, eventually turning completely dark and becoming the novel's main villain… Ten years after the novel's publication, a new batch of readers arrived. This new generation of readers deemed the plot utterly nonsensical, rallying to my defense. Under their collective petition, the story rewound to its starting point. I became the protagonist, and the story began anew. 【As long as you pretend to know nothing, leave the mountain village, and completely cut off the Finch family from external contact, Julian Sterling will never discover the truth!】 【Actually, before the "little white flower" Lyra appeared, Julian Sterling was still very good to the female lead.】 【Men are always susceptible to temptation. If you can mitigate the risk beforehand, there's no need to cause yourself trouble. The female lead must not be a bleeding heart!】 The bullet comments argued incessantly. I finished applying the last bandage and helped Lyra up. "You still haven't answered me. Do you want to continue your studies?" Mrs. Finch was very reluctant. But Mr. Thompson casually mentioned that he had a relative whose daughter, after graduating from a prestigious university, received a bride price of half a million dollars. Mrs. Finch's face immediately lit up. "Can she still study at her age?" Lyra also looked anxious. "Ms. Van, I dropped out four years ago…" The less-than-fairytale truth was that Lyra's grades weren't particularly good back then either. But I always felt that reading more books and seeing more of the world might lead to more choices for a person. This was also why I insisted on promoting the Community Uplift Initiative alongside the engineering project. Because I also had someone I wanted to repay. Lyra resembled her greatly. "It's almost June. If you still haven't decided, I invite you to my graduation ceremony." It wouldn't be too late to decide after seeing a university for yourself. After the plane landed, I momentarily zoned out. "Ms. Van?" I touched my wrist. It was still Lyra who arranged for Lyra and me to exit through two different channels. Julian Sterling was coming to pick me up. Although the bullet comments seemed sincere, after so many years of shared history, I wanted to give Julian one more chance. Perhaps the bangle was just a catalyst, not the sole reason for his affection. Upon disembarking, Julian Sterling, holding a bouquet of tulips, stood out with his distinguished aura. He stepped forward to take my hand. Then he froze. He looked down at my bare wrist. "Serena, where's your bangle?" I feigned complaint: "It got scratched during the survey, so I sent it for repairs. I can't even remember how many years I've worn it. It feels strange not having it on." "Ten years." He said softly. My heart skipped a beat. The bangle was won at an auction, and I remember clearly, that auction was six years ago. —The girl in Julian Sterling's memory wasn't me. I smiled, shaking my head. "How could that be? Ten years ago, I was still wearing Grandma's jade. It broke in an accident later." Julian Sterling's steps faltered. He seemed nonchalant, but I could hear a slight tremor in his voice. "Grandma's jade? Wasn't your grandmother's gift the antique one?" I firmly denied it. "No, the antique one was an auction purchase." Since the bullet comments claimed Julian would later believe I intentionally impersonated her, I might as well clarify now that I was never his lifesaver. Save myself the trouble of being blamed later. If I'm not your lifesaver, will I still be your lover? I watched Julian Sterling's pupils contract in surprise, disbelief, anxiety, then calm. Then he didn't release my hand. "Perhaps I misremembered," he said. The engagement ceremony was being meticulously prepared. The people I sent returned with information. After taking me home, Julian Sterling immediately contacted a private investigator to look into what happened ten years ago. The materials were delivered to me first. I finally learned the "truth" the bullet comments spoke of— Ten years ago, a large-scale cross-state human trafficking case occurred. Julian Sterling and Lyra were both caught up in it. While held captive, Julian's eyes were temporarily blinded. It was young Lyra who meticulously cared for him. But after the rescue, Julian and Lyra lost contact. He only remembered the young girl who cared for him had an antique carved bangle on her wrist. Julian and I were childhood sweethearts, originally just friends, until I wore the bangle I bought at auction, and Julian accidentally saw it. He began to pursue me fiercely. Too much time had passed. Perhaps Julian couldn't quickly find Lyra, but he could definitely confirm that my bangle was indeed auctioned six years ago. "Serena, coming to try on your dress?" My bridesmaids called out. I shook my head. "There might not be an engagement party." But until the night before the engagement, I received no "engagement cancellation" message from the Sterling family. Julian Sterling clearly knew the truth, yet still chose to continue with me. I still held a sliver of hope. Julian Sterling wasn't the absurd "bangle-sexual" type mentioned in the bullet comments, loving whoever wore the bangle. Among a room full of esteemed guests, we raised our glasses together. I spoke playfully: "You always cared so much about that bangle, I thought you were looking for someone through it." This was my last chance for him to confess. But Julian Sterling kissed my cheek. "There's no one. I love you." Adults have the right to make their own choices. Julian Sterling chose me, whether out of love or practicality. And I, out of practicality, gladly accepted his choice. After the engagement, relying on our marital ties, I quickly took leadership of all integrated product lines within Van Industries and Sterling Corp. partnerships. Compared to outsiders, Julian's family clearly trusted me more. After all, a daughter-in-law was "family" sooner or later. I made time to visit Lyra. She hesitated for a long time, finally calling me the moment she saw students at a graduation ceremony waving their caps. "Ms. Van, I want to go to college." When she was most desperate, trapped in that mountain village, she handed me a pack of feminine products. I repaid her with three years of student aid. Up to this point, everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion. I seemed to have, as the bullet comments wished, avoided Julian and Lyra meeting, confessed the bangle's origin to Julian, proceeded with the Sterling marriage, and gained a capable partner and business resources. Until I discovered Julian Sterling secretly volunteered as a teacher in a remote area. Before final exams, I went to visit Lyra. I called beforehand. She was older than her classmates, but shy, speaking softly and sweetly. "We have a new volunteer teacher, Mr. Sterling. He's also from Rosewood, like you, Ms. Van." I froze. Rosewood was quite far from the mountain village; it was unusual to volunteer there specifically. "Mr. Sterling is a little strange." "Did he bother you?" My voice was serious. "No, no, he seems nice to me, but I just feel uncomfortable…" I happened to have something to do in the village soon. I'd go check out what this volunteer teacher was all about. … When I arrived, I overheard a few girls gossiping. "What's the deal with Lyra and the new Mr. Sterling? Is she trying to seduce him, hoping he'll take her to the city when he leaves?" "No way, Lyra seems so well-behaved." "Well-behaved? Then why does Mr. Sterling only answer her questions, and even bring her snacks and books? He glares at others who ask for help; I don't even dare to ask questions anymore!" "Oh my god, a teacher-student romance? No wonder Lyra dropped out before. Could it be a repeat offense…?" I listened, my brow furrowed. It clearly sounded like the teacher's problem, yet the ambiguous speculation and rumors fell onto the student. A teacher who allowed a teacher-student relationship to develop was already ethically compromised. I had to tell Lyra to keep her distance from that volunteer teacher. When I found Lyra, she was studying, working on a test. I happened to spot a missing condition in her solution steps. So I feigned a stern expression and tapped the desk— "Careless, little sister…" Lyra looked back in surprise, but before she could speak, a hurried voice suddenly interrupted— "Serena Van, what are you doing!" I was suddenly pushed aside, my elbow slamming into the back desk. The newcomer firmly shielded Lyra, his expression tense, a lesson plan in his hand. It turned out. The new volunteer teacher was Julian Sterling. The classroom desks were old and broken, with protruding nails. My arm was cut open, bleeding profusely. But my fiancé seemed not to notice, spreading his arms like a mother hen, terrified I would devour Lyra whole. "Serena, are you stalking me? What couldn't you resolve in Rosewood that you had to come all this way to harass Lyra!" He thought I had followed him. My heart chilled inch by inch. I thought that after knowing the truth, for Julian, our years of shared feelings outweighed the childhood debt of gratitude, which was why he honored our engagement. I hadn't realized he was having his cake and eating it too. Engaged to me, while flying to a mountain village to be a protective knight. "And you, Julian Sterling, why are you here?" Julian Sterling's expression was pained. "Serena, I've been looking for someone. Before, I mistakenly thought it was you, but I only recently discovered the truth." "I couldn't wrong you, so I still got engaged to you." "But I also can't wrong Lyra." "I gave you the engagement, and the partnership with Sterling Corp. Can't you be a little understanding and let me repay a life-saving debt? Lyra's family treats her badly, I really can't bear it…" I suddenly felt that the "good guy" Julian Sterling, who had resided in my heart for the past few years, shattered, revealing a real, selfish, hypocritical man. Ever since I first saw the bullet comments, a sword had been hanging over my head. At this moment, it suddenly fell. It severed the last bit of false hope in my heart. "Julian Sterling." I cut him off. "Did you only learn the truth after our engagement?" He was speechless, silent for a long moment. So, he had actually confirmed the truth before the engagement, but weighed the pros and cons and chose to proceed with me. "Second question." "Did you really only realize something was wrong, that I might not be your lifesaver, when I sent my bangle for repairs?" After seeing the bullet comments, I had thought about it carefully. It seemed strange. In that accident, though Julian's eyes were temporarily blinded and he was terrified, His family and mine were old acquaintances. Even if a child's memory isn't deep, he should have been able to tell if it was me. Even if, in a state of extreme panic, he didn't recognize me, once rescued and grown, he should have regained his senses. Lyra's bangle, though similar to mine, had distinct scuff marks, and the carving patterns were different. For six long years, why did Julian never seek confirmation, stubbornly believing that the person with the bangle was his destined love? Unless he already intended to pursue me. Six years ago, Van Industries' stock soared, and multiple product lines expanded into new markets. It was a thriving period. And Julian, as one of many Sterling descendants, wasn't particularly prominent. To gain attention and secure resources for himself, he needed to win my favor. So for six years, he never sought confirmation. It satisfied his need for gain and alleviated his guilt over the "debt of gratitude." Until he graduated, we got engaged, leaving other Sterling descendants far behind. His rare flicker of "pure love" rekindled, and he couldn't help but seek out his true beloved. "Third question, does Lyra know the truth?" Why did a volunteer teacher suddenly appear? Why did Mr. Sterling care for her so much, only to bring baseless rumors? I always thought the plotline of "repaying kindness with marriage" was absurd. If the other party is uninterested, isn't that just repaying kindness with malice? Julian Sterling took a deep breath. "I originally planned to keep it from you. I didn't want Lyra to affect our marriage. Once we were married, I would settle her in Hong Kong. I promise she wouldn't bother you." I showed an incredulous expression. Then he turned and gently stroked Lyra's head. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. Ten years ago, you saved my life. I was that blinded little boy, Jules. Do you remember?" Two pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at Lyra. From the moment Julian first burst into the classroom, Lyra had been pushed behind him, struggling to interject. The young girl fiercely pushed Julian's hand away, her voice clear— "I don't remember. Mr. Sterling, are you mistaken?" The bullet comments scrolled wildly, filled with "OMG"s and "WTF"s. 【Can someone check the original plot? Was Julian Sterling's lifesaver really not Lyra?】 【Upstairs, I'm checking… Lyra, it seems, really didn't admit to saving anyone!】 【Julian didn't even ask…?】 【Isn't that his usual move? The self-deluded silent type.】 【Is the male lead a 'bangle-sexual'? He loves whoever has the bangle. Was he a bangle spirit in his past life?】 Julian Sterling refused to believe it. He insisted I had threatened Lyra, making her afraid to tell the truth. Eventually, Lyra grew exasperated. "If you don't believe me, ask my mom and my brother! I've never left the village!" "Fine! Then we'll go to your house! I don't believe your whole family has been bought off by Serena Van!" We marched in a large group to the Finch family home, expecting it would only take a word from Mrs. Finch. But to our surprise, when Julian, with his authoritative demeanor, asked Mrs. Finch if Lyra had ever been to Rosewood, or if she had been abducted, Mrs. Finch's expression grew frantic, and she dropped the cup in her hand. "There's no such thing! No, no…" She fiercely pulled Lyra towards her. "Did this brat cause trouble at school? I told you girls don't need to read too many books; once they do, their minds go wild! Did she say something crazy?" "This girl is a habitual liar! Don't let her trick you!" Mrs. Finch's voice was sharp and cruel, her squinting eyes filled with wariness and calculation. Lyra's brother, Jed Finch, was lounging in the house, basking in the sun, and he had the same squinting eyes as Mrs. Finch. But Lyra had round eyes. Mrs. Finch was stout and thick-limbed, but Lyra's figure was delicate, like a kitten… A bizarre suspicion suddenly formed in my mind. That bangle… Six years ago, I had bid for it at an auction because I felt an inexplicable familiarity, a strange fondness for it. Where had I seen it before, even earlier than meeting Lyra, even earlier than the auction? I interrupted Julian's endless chatter. "Mrs. Finch, do you have any photos of Lyra as a child?" "Why would I have such a thing…" I continued to search the house as I asked. Mrs. Finch doted on her son. Though they weren't wealthy, the house displayed several photos of her son and family portraits. Not this one, not this one, this one… I found it! Mrs. Finch also realized something was wrong and lunged forward, trying to snatch the photo from my hand— It was only a second, a fleeting glimpse of the little girl pushed to the side, but it was enough for me to clearly see young Lyra's face in the photo. Familiar. Like someone from my past. I was determined to take Lyra with me. Mrs. Finch wailed, pointing her finger at me, cursing: "She's stealing people in broad daylight!" Her eyes darted around. "If you want to take this girl, fine. Leave the bride price! That Mr. Thompson of yours said that girls who've studied should get half a million!" Ironically, Julian Sterling, who had just fiercely protected his "wife" in front of me, who had promised to protect Lyra thoroughly, Now tried to persuade me. "Lyra is still a Finch family member. You can't just take her away." He knew perfectly well that Mrs. Finch and her son treated Lyra horribly, often beating and scolding her, seeing their daughter as merely a tool for making money. Yet he wasn't willing to rescue her from her misery. —I bluntly called out his thoughts.
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