Six years after my death, I returned to the world of the living to collect a debt because I owed a massive sum in the underworld. I had no parents, so I pinned my hopes on my best friend. Entering her mansion, a barrage of comments suddenly floated before my eyes: [Help! The tragic heroine is having another breakdown, smashing all the luxury goods the male lead bought her.] [Her husband cheated, her son doesn't want to acknowledge her as his mom... she probably wanted to end it all a long time ago.] [No one outside dares to go in, afraid of triggering her. Wait...?! Who just took the door off its hinges?! And moved it away?! And just swaggered in!??] That's right, yours truly. I watched as my best friend prepared to slit her wrist. I grabbed her hand, snatched the knife, and screamed excitedly: "Bestie! You know I'm terrified of snakes! But that Bulgari Serpenti bracelet on your wrist is the exception!" "Also, don't die yet. I have a debt in the underworld I need you to pay off." Hearing this, my best friend stopped crying, abandoned her suicide attempt, and chased me around the room with the knife instead: "You wretched girl! You didn't visit me once when you were dead, but the moment you owe money, I'm the first person you think of??" The comments were confused: [What kind of home invasion-style friendship is this...] 1 When I stormed into the master bedroom of my best friend Chloe's luxurious mansion, she was in the middle of slitting her wrist, and the maids were about to rush in to stop her. Until I pinned her wrist down and flashed a hand sign: "Not cool, bestie. Showing off your Bulgari Serpenti bracelet without me." Chloe looked bewildered. The maids outside were stunned. The floating comments filled with question marks: [???] [? Sis, take a closer look at what the heroine is doing! She's trying to off herself and you're admiring her million-dollar bracelet...] [Unbelievable. Lying through her teeth.] Chloe stared at me with eyes swollen like walnuts, wet and glistening. The despair in her gaze was replaced by confusion and shock. In my memory, she was bright and beautiful, with a high, curly ponytail, resilient and full of hope for the future. She used to say: "Tess, you have to be there when Julian and I get married." But now, looking at her pale face, her dull, hopeless eyes, her messy hair, and her crumpled pajamas, it felt like a lifetime ago. Chloe's figure was so thin she looked like a skeleton that would fall apart at a touch. I had never seen her this pathetic. A sudden, sharp pain pierced my heart. Six years later, when I appeared before Chloe again, she almost fainted. She stared at me in a daze, processing. I seized the chance to snatch the fruit knife from her hand, leaning in to admire the dazzling bracelet sparkling under the light: "Bestie, you know I hate snakes." "Except for the Bulgari Serpenti." Looking at my own bare wrist, I was green with envy. I shamelessly said: "You brat! Sharing is caring. Take that diamond-encrusted bracelet off and let me wear it." The maids crowding the doorway widened their eyes, as if hearing a joke. Some couldn't stand my antics and spoke up: "Who brought her here? Where are her manners? Asking for a million-dollar bracelet just like that? You..." But in the next second, Chloe stopped crying. She wiped her tears messily and took off the bracelet right there, sliding it onto my wrist. Her voice was hoarse, choked with sobs: "If you told me you liked it earlier, I would have bought another one for you." The maids exchanged glances, eyes popping out of their heads. She actually gave it to her? 2 Later, the maids dispersed. I looked at the empty doorway, dragged the removed door back, and leaned it against the frame to cover the room. Ignoring the chaos of the situation. I sneakily pulled an IOU from my pocket and presented it to Chloe, my tone dripping with flattery: "Bestie, guess what good stuff I brought back from the underworld for you?" Chloe was still a bit low, but at least she had given up on suicide. After unfolding my massive IOU, she reverted to the crazy woman from our school days. No more staring blankly at the sky, no more pondering the meaning of life. She picked up the fruit knife I had thrown away and chased me around the room. When she shouted my name, her voice wasn't weak anymore; it was loud enough to scare the birds out of the garden trees. The maids were alerted again and rushed back, only to see this scene— Chloe chasing me with a fruit knife: "Tess! You wretched girl! You never visited my dreams once, but now you come to me for money?! Do I owe you from a past life?! I'll kill you, and we can all be dead together!" I raised my hands in surrender, sprinting around the room: "Turtle! Turtle! Don't be like this, listen to me explain..." The butler, arriving late and missing everything, silently raised his phone and made a call: "Hello, sir." "You might not believe this, but the Madam, who was too weak to walk straight, is currently chasing someone with a knife." 3 Chloe refused to pay my debt. Instead, she ruthlessly demanded I work off the debt in her villa. Ten thousand dollars an hour. I cowardly started my life as a maid. Because she was emotionally unstable, she often smashed things and refused to eat. So when the food was brought back to the kitchen untouched again, everyone felt defeated. The head chef even started doubting his skills. I glanced at the comments: [The heroine is practically anorexic, so pitiful.] [Ever since her parents went bankrupt and jumped off a building a few years ago, she's been alone. Her husband doesn't love her, her son hates her. If it were me, I would have given up long ago.] [Can't be helped, she's a tragic heroine. Later, the male lead will force her to donate a kidney to the villainess. She almost dies on the operating table, and then the male lead will start his redemption arc! Can't wait!] I walked into the kitchen, chopping vegetables with the ferocity of chopping a cheating ex. I made a bowl of noodles and enthusiastically brought it to Chloe. Chloe had no appetite. She turned her head away, refusing to eat even when I tried to force her. She stated bluntly: "I want to vomit when I see food. I can't eat." I raised an eyebrow at her, picked up a piece of beef, and switched to a baby voice: "Here comes the airplane~" "Ahhh~" Then, Chloe opened her mouth wider than my fist. ... Heh, women. The comments went wild: [Is this Tess a new character? I'm dying of laughter, she knows exactly how to handle the heroine.] [Has anyone noticed the heroine is gaining weight? She looks so rosy and healthy now. Her beauty is returning!] [Tess keeps calling the heroine 'bestie', what's their relationship? Never heard of her before.] ... 4 With me by her side these days, Chloe rarely lost control. During my time in the underworld, I learned everything about her past ten years. I knew she had nightmares every night about her parents jumping to their deaths. I knew she was repeatedly humiliated by the mistress Julian kept. But Julian chose to turn a blind eye, forcing her, humiliating her, even making her kneel and apologize to the mistress. She seemed to have lost herself, pushed forward step by step like an emotionless puppet. ... Today, I pestered Chloe to take a walk in the garden in front of the villa. The comments marveled: [Damn, a bestie's words really work better than a man's. If the male lead tried this, he'd get a pillow to the face.] [Wait, I remember this part! This is when the heroine's demon spawn son gets brought back by his grandparents!] [Tess, don't let Liam see the heroine! He hates his mom. Her own son doesn't acknowledge her.] ... Before the comments could finish, two elegantly dressed elderly people walked into the yard holding a child's hand. At that moment, Chloe and I were squished onto a swing chair, fighting for territory. Chloe smiled at me, but somehow, this sight displeased her son, Liam. Liam angrily threw his limited edition car model on the ground and rushed up to us, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Get off! Why are you sitting on my swing!" As he spoke, Liam started pushing Chloe's legs with all his might. Chloe's smile froze. She instinctively grabbed my hand, seeking security, but looked at Liam: "Liam, don't be like this..." The comments wailed: [Sob... how can she not love the child she carried for ten months? The heroine really wants to be close to her son!] [He's an ungrateful wolf just like his dad!] [Seriously, is no one going to discipline this brat? No manners at all! I want to jump into the book and spank him!] I raised an eyebrow at the little milk dumpling standing with his hands on his hips. Looks just like his dad. Liam huffed arrogantly, sure that Chloe wouldn't do anything to him. A look of "what are you gonna do about it" on his face. The next second, I sneered, grabbed him by the ear, quickly pulled him onto my lap, and spanked his butt with full force. Smack smack. In the distance, Liam's grandparents, who had looked indifferent, suddenly reacted. They hobbled over with their canes as fast as they could: "Where did this crazy woman come from?! How dare you hit my grandson! Put him down! Put him down!" Liam howled, crying even harder: "Ahhh! Grandpa, Grandma, my butt hurts! She's hitting me! Save me, waaah..." I didn't stop; I hit harder. Listening to Liam cry made me even more excited: "Brat! If your mom won't teach you a lesson, your godmother will!" I got tired of hitting him. Liam's grandparents snatched him from my arms and started wailing too: "Oh my god! Are you maids deaf in there?! Security? Where is security?!" Three of them hugging and crying. The comments exploded: [Holy crap holy crap holy crap. Sis, you are my idol! You really don't hold back!] [Wait guys, why does the heroine look like she's about to die of laughter watching her son get beaten? She looks satisfied?] [Damn, the heroine is laughing! She's not holding back at all, laughing so loud. Feels like she's gonna clap and cheer any second!] Hearing the noise, the maids rushed out with spatulas and brooms, looking fierce. But seeing the grandparents pointing at me, they froze. Liam wiped his tears, his little face flushed red. Stamping his feet in anger, he rushed at me to hit me. His grandparents followed, pulling at my clothes. Seeing the situation turn bad, Chloe used both hands to hold back the three of them. The maids rushed up to break up the fight. It was chaos. Just as Liam raised his chubby fist, before he could touch me, I sat on the ground and started wailing: "Oh my god! Is there no justice?! Help! Help! Liam is hitting me! Kids in the Hope Class, don't play with him! Oh my god~" Liam's big eyes blinked in confusion. Then he waved his hands frantically, explaining desperately: "Liar! You bad woman! I didn't touch you! ...I... I didn't!" Chloe saw me get "pushed" down. Her usually composed face turned stern. She shoved the people around her away. No one expected the gentle, patient mother to grab Liam by the collar, pull him into her arms, and spank him just like I did. Liam started howling again. His grandparents couldn't believe their eyes. They thought Chloe had gone mad: "Chloe Miller! You little bitch! I think you've lost your mind! I'll tell Julian, see if his wife is trying to rebel!" The maids tried to persuade her too: "Madam, please let the young master go! The master will be angry if he finds out! Madam...!" Chloe turned a deaf ear, her voice icy: "Liam! What did Mom tell you?! Can you just hit people?! "What do you say now?!" Liam was bewildered by the beating, crying and begging for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was wrong... I was wrong! Stop hitting me! Waaah..." Seeing this, the maids stopped intervening, and the grandparents stopped wailing. Watching Chloe discipline her child online. "Who are you apologizing to?! Speak!" I leaned in and whispered in Liam's ear: "It's Godmother." Liam struggled violently. Seeing my cheeky expression, his face turned purple, snot and tears flying everywhere: "I don't want to call this bad woman Godmother! I don't want to waaah..." Chloe raised her hand again. Liam submitted. He stopped crying and forced a smile: "Sorry Godmother, I was wrong." I nodded in satisfaction. The comments were chaotic, celebrating for me: [Holy! Did I see that right! Before, whenever the heroine tried to discipline this brat, he never listened and kept hurting her. She had given up on him. Tess's little trick made her pick up the mantle again!] [I've never seen the heroine this angry! Even when the male lead brought the mistress to show off in front of her, she didn't react much. Tess just got 'pushed' lightly...] [So satisfying, sis! Following you feels like a power fantasy! I will follow you forever, Sister Tess!] [Heroine: If you touch my bestie, I will destroy your heaven (and beat my son too).] Liam's grandparents looked like they were about to have a stroke. They dialed Julian immediately: "Come back quick! Your wife is leading a rebellion!"
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