In my past life, my stepsister and I were getting married at the same time. My father gave us a choice between two arranged marriages: the son of a billionaire tycoon, or a coarse, newly wealthy thug. She decisively chose the billionaire's son, leaving me to marry the thug. But as it turned out, after she married into the billionaire family, her husband worked constantly and never came home, merely giving her a $50 million monthly allowance. Claiming she couldn't endure the "cold violence" and emotional neglect, she rebelled against the family and demanded a divorce. Meanwhile, my thug husband came home on time every single day, and we were practically inseparable. So, when we were both reborn, she jumped the gun, chose the thug first, and forced me to marry the billionaire's son. I was stunned. My husband never comes home, AND I get $50 million a month in fun money? How is that not the absolute dream? Why on earth would anyone choose an uneducated, suffocatingly controlling brute? 1 "Brad Miller!" Chloe's voice rang out, trembling with excitement. "Mom, Dad, I've made my choice. It's Brad Miller! "What's the point of having so much money? When looking for a man, you need someone who loves you, cherishes you, and prioritizes his family!" After declaring this, she didn't forget to shoot me a mocking, triumphant glare over her shoulder. It was that single look. That look told me she had been reborn, too. In our previous life, after she married the billionaire, she used to look at Brad and me—always joined at the hip—and make those exact same passive-aggressive comments. I pursed my lips, fighting with everything I had to suppress the massive grin threatening to break across my face. For a woman, marriage brings three great joys: A husband who never comes home, an unlimited bank account, and zero in-laws to serve. With a setup this perfect, I could wake up laughing in my sleep. My stepmother frowned in confusion. "Chloe, you misspoke, right? You meant Ethan Vance, not Brad Miller!" Chloe shook her head frantically. "No, I meant it. I want the self-made man, Brad Miller. "He might not be as wealthy as Ethan Vance, but he's gentle and considerate! He has high emotional intelligence, and he's strong and healthy. "I want him, Mom. I want him!" My stepmother quickly tried to intervene. "Silly girl, what nonsense are you sprouting? Brad Miller has no education, and his temper is notoriously volatile. You'll suffer if you go with him." Chloe clung to her mother's arm, whining sweetly. "Mom, he'll be incredibly gentle and loving after we get married, trust me. I wouldn't gamble with the rest of my life!" My stepmother hesitated, clearly disapproving, but seeing Chloe so resolute, she finally caved. "Alright, alright. You're my only precious daughter. If it makes you happy, we'll do it your way." Chloe happily kissed her mother's cheek. Then, she looked at me with insufferable smugness. "Sister, congratulations on marrying the billionaire. You'll have endless wealth and glory to enjoy for the rest of your life." For the first time ever, I felt her words were music to my ears. I flashed a bright, toothy smile, as radiant as the sun. "Sister, if you're going to speak such sweet words, you should speak them more often." Chloe sneered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Laugh while you can. Once you marry him, you'll understand what it truly means to be a living widow. "So what if he has money? What's the point of marriage if not to be with a man who dotes on you? "When the time comes and you can't take it anymore, don't even think about divorce. You'll just waste your youth away in that empty mansion." I tried my best to dial back my smile, but anticipating my glorious future, I still let out a genuine, happy laugh. Forget giving me $50 million a month to do absolutely nothing. For that kind of money, I'd gladly help him take care of his mistresses' postpartum recovery! I'd have money, absolute freedom, and no one breathing down my neck to start a family. How is this life any different from being a literal god? 2 Just as Chloe wished, the matter was settled exactly like that. No one bothered to ask for my opinion, not even my biological father. But I was already completely numb to it. Ever since my father cheated on my mother with my stepmother while they were still married, leading to my mother's passing, I knew he was morally bankrupt and utterly blind. ... The very next day, Brad Miller arrived with expensive gifts to formally propose. He had decent enough features, but there was a feral, aggressive glint in his eyes that screamed he wasn't someone to be messed with. Because he lacked formal education, he spoke bluntly and crudely. Especially during lunch; he smacked his lips, drank soup straight from the serving spoon, and sprayed food everywhere when he talked. The way he looked at Chloe was filled with undisguised lust. After a few drinks, he even took the liberty of wrapping his arm around her waist and giving it a few strokes. Instantly, a suspicious blush spread across Chloe's face, her eyes practically sparkling with affection. She was turned on. My parents' faces darkened. Their disgust was practically spilling out of their eyes. They simply couldn't understand why their perfectly raised daughter was so eager to throw her life away. I kept my head down, sipping my soup, hiding a mocking smirk. The reason was incredibly simple. In her past life, she had married the billionaire and suffered three years as a "living widow." The billionaire was an absolute workaholic. He worked non-stop, flying all over the world, day in and day out. Aside from the $50 million monthly allowance, there was zero companionship. You could count the number of times they ate dinner together on one hand. Let alone any kind of marital intimacy. Brad Miller, on the other hand, might be crude, but he was built like a tank. Thick chest hair peeked out from his unbuttoned shirt. One look and you knew he had physical stamina to spare. How could she not love that! Brad had too much to drink, and Chloe personally helped him up to her bedroom. It was quite a while before she came back down. Her clothes were slightly rumpled, and there was a fresh hickey on her neck. She really couldn't wait, could she? My stepmother's face was grim. "Chloe, Brad Miller is no good. He really isn't!" Chloe, looking thoroughly satisfied, replied, "Mom, you don't understand. He's very good. He's really good!" My father frowned, echoing the disapproval. "He's just an uneducated brute. Ethan Vance is infinitely better. I've met him; his refinement, his manners, the way he handles himself—" Before he could finish, Chloe cut him off. "Dad, you don't know what you're talking about! Brad is perfect!" She shot me a hostile glare. "Sister, don't tell me you're plotting to steal him? Let me tell you, don't even think about it!" The smile on my lips was harder to suppress than the recoil of an AK-47. "Don't worry! I absolutely will not fight you for Brad Miller. He is all yours!" To prevent her from getting suspicious, I raised my hand and swore an oath. "The man I love is Ethan Vance. I fell in love with him at first sight. In this life, it's him or no one!" Chloe looked suspicious. "Really? He's a total workaholic. All he does is work, work, work. You'd be lucky to see him once a month!" I spouted nonsense effortlessly: "Of course! "He's a man! He should prioritize his career. Plus, he has so many employees relying on him, he has to work hard for them! "If he doesn't have time, I have time! When the time comes, I'll just go get a job at his company. Then we can be together day and night." 3 "You like me that much?" A cool, detached male voice, tinged with a hint of surprise, suddenly rang out. I turned my head toward the sound. Ethan Vance stood in the doorway, dressed in a sharp, high-end black suit, flanked by four bodyguards carrying piles of lavish gifts. With the sun at his back, he looked as if he were glowing. He was devastatingly handsome. I knew he was handsome in my past life, but I didn't realize he was this handsome. I swallowed hard, glanced at Chloe who was glaring at me like a hawk, and had no choice but to nod. "Yes, very much." The corners of Ethan's lips lifted slightly, and his gaze softened. "Good. I understand." I gave an awkward but polite smile. How did I forget that he also came on this exact day in our past life? He came straight from the airport to propose. Back then, he was as cold as a block of ice. Facing Chloe, his expression didn't change at all; he looked at her like a stranger. But then again, my sister hadn't been very nice with her words back then. She complained that he arrived too late, that he wasn't happy enough, and that he didn't respect her. She even nitpicked the gifts, saying he didn't pick them out himself and that it was too half-hearted. A woman who acts that entitled is naturally going to be thoroughly unlikable to a real, powerful CEO. "Mr. Vance! It must have been a tiring journey, please, come sit!" My father's smile was incredibly sycophantic. "You mentioned before that you wouldn't arrive until the evening, which is why I didn't personally go to pick you up. I'm truly sorry." My stepmother also personally brewed tea and brought it over, her posture submissive and ingratiating. Ethan leaned back against the sofa, looking relaxed and confident. It was as if this was his home turf, his presence commanding the room. "Yes, I resolved the business matters early, so I took the private jet back." He turned his head to look at me. "You can plan the wedding however you like. Money is no object. "I'll set aside a day at the end of the month to finalize everything. "How does that sound?" Although phrased as a question, his commanding aura made it impossible to refuse. In my past life, Chloe had taken full control of the planning. She threw a billion-dollar "wedding of the century" that shocked the entire city, inviting every major power player and aristocrat in our circle. It caused my father's company stock to surge. This time? In your dreams! "Since you're so busy, there's really no need for a massive wedding. We can just go get our marriage license and be done with it." Hearing this, a flash of astonishment crossed Ethan's usually cool, composed eyes. My father immediately interjected, refusing flat out: "No, absolutely not! The wedding must be a grand affair!" I pretended to be perfectly innocent and naive. "But Ethan's work is so demanding. A wedding is just a formality anyway. "It's a waste of time and an extravagant waste of money. It's really unnecessary. "I'd much prefer to just simply get our marriage certificate and have a quiet dinner together in the evening. That's more than enough for me." 4 "Alright, we'll do it your way." Ethan looked at me with a newfound gentleness, his tone full of approval. "When the time comes, I'll clear a whole day to spend with you." I put on a shy expression, a convenient blush rising to my cheeks. His lips curved upwards; he was clearly in a good mood. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I bought you a variety of designer bags. Do you have a preferred style?" It seemed my performance just now had thoroughly pleased him, prompting him to actively ask about my preferences. I answered happily: "I'm just thrilled to receive any gift from you! I'm not picky at all! Thank you." He looked at me with even greater satisfaction. Who could reject a girl who isn't greedy and is easy to please? He sat for another five minutes before standing up to leave. "The billionaire is truly generous. Everything is a limited edition," my stepmother sighed with regret as she unwrapped the gifts. Such a phenomenal man should have belonged to her daughter. The endless wealth and luxury would have been guaranteed. Chloe snorted coldly, her face full of disdain. "What's the use of having money if you only see him a few times a year? It's just being a living widow. "Brad has money and no demanding job. He can stay by my side every single day. That's better than anything." Hearing this, my stepmother nodded in agreement, finding logic in her words. Even if she disagreed, it was too late to back out now. After all, they had all seen how satisfied Ethan was with me. My father then turned his anger toward me. "You unlucky jinx! Who told you to say you didn't want a wedding? "Call him right now. Tell him you changed your mind, that the wedding must be a massive event. I need everyone to know I am the father-in-law of a billionaire! "Do you have any idea how many contracts I could sign, how much money I could make?!" From the corner of my eye, I glanced at my stepmother and Chloe, who were busy dividing up the gifts. With a half-smile, I said, "Sure. I'll tell him later that we need a grand wedding so everyone knows how well I'm doing and that I married a billionaire." Chloe was an incredibly vain person; she always needed to be one step above me in everything. Hearing this, she immediately threw a fit. "Dad, you really shouldn't let her have a wedding. If she does, no one will pay attention to mine!" My stepmother chimed in to agree: "Yes, exactly. And the fact that you're the billionaire's father-in-law will be public knowledge sooner or later. There's no need to rush it right this second." My father, blinded by his doting on them, hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Chloe shot me a smug, triumphant smile. The corners of my mouth lifted in a mocking sneer. Brad Miller might be easy to manipulate, but his family is full of absolute monsters. Once she marries into that house, she's in for a world of pain. 5 Just like in our past life, Chloe's wedding was a lavish, over-the-top affair. But the scale still paled in comparison to the wedding she had with Ethan. The gap between a true billionaire and a newly rich thug was significant. Brad simply didn't have the deep pockets required for a billion-dollar aristocratic wedding. Consequently, Chloe had to fork over thirty million of her own money just to barely meet her expectations. Only then did the wedding look luxurious enough. However, Brad's mother and sister looked furious, feeling that she was incredibly wasteful and arrogant. Those women were the type to find fault even when you were perfectly polite. Now that she had actually given them a reason, they were definitely not going to let it go. And Brad, while a total mama's boy, was also completely hands-off. He didn't care about anything. Chloe was completely oblivious to all this, smugly showing off to me. "A woman needs a romantic, beautiful wedding, right? Otherwise, isn't her life a complete waste? "So what if you found a rich man? Just holding onto his money while living like a widow? "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sister, I truly pity you!" I immediately began to spout absolute nonsense with a straight face. "Tell me about it. Sister, I am so jealous of you. You and your husband will be joined at the hip." She proudly lifted her chin, arrogant and domineering. "Glad you know it. This time, you will be crushed beneath my feet!" I smirked mockingly, watching as she eagerly rushed to the stage to exchange rings. Before the officiant even had the chance to announce the kiss... Brad already had his arms around Chloe, kissing her passionately, their lips locked tight. If the officiant hadn't reacted quickly, Brad's hand would have been straight down her wedding dress. And she had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back with equal fervor! The guests below watched in stunned silence. My father and stepmother's faces flushed beet red with embarrassment. The persona they had carefully crafted for Chloe was that of a pure, innocent, refined heiress. Hah. To pretend to be pure, one must actually be pure. ... Right after the wedding ended, I received a call from Ethan. "What kind of wedding do you want?" His voice was cool, laced with a hint of exhaustion. I asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Didn't we agree not to have a wedding?" Fearing he might regret it, I quickly added: "Your work is so demanding. A wedding is really unnecessary. It's exhausting and pointless." I spoke with absolute, unwavering certainty. A wedding feels like being a performing monkey in a circus. Having experienced it once in my past life, I absolutely refused to do it again. Besides, a wedding would only serve to make my father's company insanely rich. That was absolutely out of the question. "Are you sure you don't want a wedding?" Ethan asked again. I blurted out: "Yes, I don't want one! Where did you hear that I did?" "My secretary attended your sister's wedding. She said she heard you say you were jealous of her." Me: "..." 6 Ethan's voice carried a hint of apology. "I've made you suffer a grievance regarding this. How would you like me to make it up to you?" I froze for a second, then a massive, toothy grin spread across my face. How much money does a billionaire's "make-up" gift equal? This torrential downpour of wealth was finally hitting me! I licked my lips. My standard monthly allowance was $50 million. Asking for a small target of $100 million shouldn't be too much, right? But outwardly, I spoke with fake humility: "It's fine. You work so hard just for our family. I already feel bad enough that I can't help you. "As long as you eat your meals on time, and message me when you're free, I'll be completely satisfied." If he doesn't eat on time and his health deteriorates, how many months of that $50 million allowance would I lose? Just texting me occasionally to let me know he's not dead is enough. I was waiting for him to politely decline, anticipating a few rounds of back-and-forth before stating my actual request. Instead, he spoke slowly. "Since you want to keep me company so badly, why don't you come to work with me from now on?" Me: "..." He looked down at me: "Tomorrow is the end of the month. I'll pick you up in the morning, we'll go to City Hall to get our marriage license first. "Then I'll take you to the company, and we can work together." I'm getting $50 million a month, why the hell would I go to work?! If I save up for three or four years, I'll have enough cash to just buy out my father's company outright. Wouldn't that be infinitely easier? I tactfully declined: "I'm really clumsy. I'm afraid I'll interfere with your work." He replied with confident authority: "Don't underestimate me, and don't underestimate yourself!" Hearing this, an inexplicable emotion welled up in my chest. When my mother was still alive, she told me that a person's life has infinite possibilities. She taught me to read, to study, and to distinguish right from wrong. But later, when my father cheated on her, everyone blamed my mother, saying she was too domineering and too smart, not a proper submissive wife. My mother fell into a deep depression and eventually left this world. Before she died, she told me that this world is unfair to girls, and that living a plain, ordinary life was the best way to protect myself. I listened to my mother's advice. I stopped striving for first place. When interacting with friends, I started playing dumb, and I did indeed feel their goodwill. 7 Ethan was very punctual. He appeared at my door exactly at 9:00 AM. Gold-rimmed glasses, a black suit, holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses, with a Maybach waiting behind him. His voice was deep and gentle: "Evelyn, good morning." In that moment, he looked exactly like the male lead straight out of a romance novel. I swallowed hard and said demurely, "Good morning." He had thoughtfully prepared bread and coffee for me. He was driving this time. His driving was very steady, but he simultaneously took three international calls, four company calls, and three calls from board members. He didn't pause his work until we stepped into City Hall to take our photos. The life of a CEO is just that busy and unglamorous. Handsome people always look good in ID photos, which unfortunately made me look a bit subpar in comparison. "Do you want to take a photo to post on Instagram?" Ethan asked, noticing me staring at our marriage certificate. I was just about to say no need. When I saw him pull out his phone, take a quick picture, and post it to his own Instagram. The efficiency of a CEO is truly something else. So, I was obligated to post one too. For the sake of my $50 million allowance, I carefully crafted a caption. First time showing off my love, still getting the hang of it. He looked at me with deep satisfaction. Finally, he brought up the topic of my living expenses. "From now on, I'll give you a $50 million monthly allowance. Buy whatever you want." I suppressed my intense excitement, eagerly waiting for his next sentence. He looked at me and cleared his throat softly: "My promise to take you to work with me still stands. "We're heading to the company now to get your onboarding sorted." If offending my golden goose means losing my $50 million, what choice do I have? I smiled and nodded: "Sounds great!" ... Although I already knew Ethan was incredibly wealthy and powerful. But when I saw his corporate campus, I was still mildly shocked. His office occupied an entire floor, complete with a garden, a swimming pool, and a helipad. I casually complimented: "These flowers are beautiful!" Ethan nodded: "I have a villa in the western suburbs with a massive greenhouse perfect for growing flowers. I'll transfer the deed to you." Instantly, my eyes lit up. Sure enough, hanging out with a billionaire means you get even more! So, while shadowing his executive assistant, I was as pumped as if I'd been injected with chicken blood. However, there wasn't much actual hands-on work. It mostly involved typing up documents, pouring coffee, and attending banquets with him. The previous assistant was male, and the entire executive assistant team that interacted with Ethan was entirely male. This was truly a bizarre corporate culture. In my past life, Chloe had stormed into his office several times, convinced he was having an affair with a female employee. When she couldn't find any evidence, she started claiming he was gay. She spoke with such conviction back then that even I had my doubts. But watching him work, with that intense focus and the literal sparkle in his eyes... He truly, genuinely just loved working! 8 On our wedding night, Ethan worked overtime until past 1:00 AM. Meanwhile, I was in the adjacent room, eating crawfish, chugging soda, and watching movies, happy as a clam. When he finished his work, he looked apologetic: "Sorry, I got caught up in work and forgot I promised to spend the whole day with you." I smiled brightly, shoving a crawfish into my mouth. "It's fine, I'm having a great time eating. Are you done? Do you want to join me for a bit?" It was only after I spoke that I realized there were only a few crawfish left. The table was covered in a mountain of shells. Feeling a bit awkward, I reached out to clear the mess, but he rolled up his white dress shirt sleeves and put on plastic gloves over his long, elegant fingers. He began to slowly and methodically peel the crawfish. And placed the meat into my bowl. I was shocked and quickly said: "No, no, it's fine, I can do it myself!" He chuckled softly: "I'm quite good at peeling them. "When I was a kid, I always peeled crawfish for my mom. If I was too slow, she'd scold me. "I need to practice, otherwise I won't be able to keep up with how fast you and my mom eat, and I'll get scolded again." In that moment, he didn't seem like a domineering CEO at all, but rather like the sweet boy next door. After he finished peeling the crawfish, he even cleaned up the garbage and took the trash bag downstairs to throw away. Didn't Chloe say in my past life that he was incredibly aloof and hard to get along with? That he'd only come home once every few weeks and wouldn't speak a single word during dinner? But I felt he was incredibly approachable and easy to get along with! Especially when it came time to sleep at night; I felt a bit awkward and shy. He very naturally wrapped his arm around my waist. Incredibly gentle. ... The more time we spent together, the more I realized Ethan was an absolute treasure. He didn't smoke, he didn't drink, he was rigorous at work, and he treated his subordinates with respect and consideration. More importantly, once he found out I had a Master's degree in Finance, he started assigning me to project teams. Originally, I just wanted to be a benchwarmer and kill time. But he would dedicate half an hour every day to explain things to me, and he arranged for me to attend various top-tier economic salons. Before I could even fully digest all the information, he had me participating in executive board meetings. I felt incredibly unqualified and tried to decline: "I'm just a secretary, and I've only been here half a month. It's not appropriate!" He handed me a thick file, with all the key points highlighted. "Stop hiding your potential. Show them what you're truly capable of." I pretended to be clueless: "Huh? What capability?" Ethan chuckled: "I also graduated from A University with a degree in Finance. Do you think I don't know the caliber of their graduate students? "Your major course grades were top ten in your class, but your overall GPA always hovered around thirtieth. Your grade manipulation was too obvious. "It took my previous executive assistant three years to learn my working habits. You analyzed and perfected a system for them in one week." I looked at him in stunned silence. I thought I had hidden it so well, but he had seen right through me from the very beginning. "Don't bury your talent. You have infinite possibilities." After saying that, as he brushed past me, he patted my shoulder. "I'll be waiting for you in the conference room." 9 In my past life, I listened to my mother's advice and lived a plain, peaceful life. But I wasn't happy. So I pushed open the conference room doors, met the intense gazes of everyone inside. I stood at the podium and spoke with confidence and eloquence. Life rarely gives us do-overs, but heaven gave me this chance. I won't waste it again! When the meeting ended, Ethan was the first to applaud. From the approval and admiration in his eyes, I knew I had done well. From then on, I was no longer responsible for serving tea, pouring water, or printing documents. I began managing projects and became a team lead. Just as I was busy working at full throttle, I received a call from my stepmother demanding I come home for dinner. This was a first in both my lifetimes. As soon as I walked through the door, I heard Chloe's angry, venomous cursing. "That old hag is completely insane! She wakes me up at 4:30 every morning to cook for the whole family! "And her sister is a little bitch too! Always spending my husband's money and instigating fights between me and that old hag. "Brad is usually fine, but whenever something happens, he's never around!" Her summary was incredibly accurate. To bring them to heel in my past life, I had to expend a massive amount of effort. For example, when making breakfast in the morning, I would wake the entire household up. Not even the dog got to sleep. When the sister spent money to stir up trouble, I would play the weak, pitiful victim, perfectly executing the "innocent white flower" routine, manipulating the situation flawlessly. Within a week, the entire Miller household was completely subdued and quiet. But Chloe was spoiled and used to having everything go her way. The moment things got slightly difficult, she threw a tantrum. At most, in two months, Brad's patience will run out. When that time comes, her "true love" will be gone, leaving behind nothing but trivial, endless domestic warfare. And Brad is not nearly as agreeable as Ethan. If she tries to bring up divorce, she'll lose a layer of skin trying to escape. "They are so shameless! I'm going over there right now to let them know the Davis family is not to be messed with!" My stepmother's face was red with anger. The moment she saw me, she immediately directed her fury at me. "You ungrateful wretch! I raised you for nothing! You get married and don't even come home! "Your sister is being bullied like this, and you act like nothing is wrong. What's the use of you marrying a billionaire? You're completely useless." Her words were incredibly harsh. My father sat on the sofa, not even lifting an eyelid. Chloe looked at me with pure mockery. This was the standard routine in this house. However, I was no longer the person I used to be. I smirked, "Stepmother, you misspoke, didn't you? The useless one is your daughter. "She chose her husband herself. She can't handle her mother-in-law, she can't control her sister-in-law. It's all her own incompetence, which means you failed to raise her right. "Instead of blaming her and reflecting on yourself, what does any of this have to do with me?" 10 The living room fell dead silent for a few seconds. Then, my father's furious roar erupted. "Evelyn Davis, who taught you to speak like that?! Apologize to your mother and sister right now!" I smiled slightly, a mix of mockery and contempt. "Why should I apologize? What did I say wrong? "If anyone needs to apologize, it's you! I am your biological daughter, and you just sat there, watching her bully and insult me without saying a single word! "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Being a father like this, you really are pathetic." My father's face instantly turned stark white with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging. "You animal! You dare speak to your father like that?!" Saying that, he raised his hand and swung a harsh slap toward me. I immediately grabbed Chloe, who was standing nearby enjoying the show, and yanked her right in front of me. I used her to block the slap! My father's strike was so forceful it sent her stumbling, her head smashing hard against the glass coffee table. "Ahhhhh—" Chloe's agonizing scream echoed through the entire mansion. "You animal! Who told you to dodge?! I am going to beat you to death today!" My father, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward like a madman, intent on killing me. My stepmother also blocked my path of escape, glaring at me with sheer hatred. They were like vicious wolves and tigers. Just as I braced myself to take the beating, prepared to go to the hospital for an injury report and then call the police... The main doors were pushed open, and Ethan descended like a god. His furious voice boomed. "If there is even a single scratch on Evelyn, you will all pay with your lives!" If it were any other day, I would have thought that line was incredibly cliché and melodramatic. Today, it sounded like the music of heaven. The man who, a second ago, wanted to murder me, instantly replaced his fury with a fawning, sycophantic smile. "Son-in-law, please don't misunderstand, we were just joking around!" I immediately backhanded him across the face. "Yes, we are just joking around." My father's face flushed bright red, his eyes spitting fire, but he forced a stiff, awkward smile onto his face. Ethan's voice was like ice, chilling to the bone. "You better be!" My father groveled: "Of course we are. Son-in-law, aren't you usually very busy with work? How do you have time to visit today?" Ethan completely ignored him, anxiously looking me up and down. "Are you hurt anywhere?" I shook my head: "No, you arrived just in time." Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He took my hand and strode out the door. It wasn't until we were in his car that I finally snapped back to reality. I asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly show up here?" He handed me a file. "The client moved the launch time up to midnight. There are still a few data points on the project that need confirmation. I couldn't reach you on your phone, so I came looking for you." Me: "..." The man riding in on a white horse might be Prince Charming. Or it might be your boss.
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