I was at a hot pot place when the bullfrog on the table suddenly stood up on its hind legs and spoke like a human: "Eat me and you will have good luck. Anything you want, you can get easily!" I thought it was some kind of prank by the restaurant, just laughed it off, and didn't pay much attention. But from that day on, my luck was insane. My mother's paralysis was completely cured, and our old family home got demolished for a redevelopment project, netting us a cool ten million. When my best friend found out, she started frantically searching for talking bullfrogs. She camped out at frog farms, blending thousands of frogs into a paste and swallowing it whole, nearly bankrupting dozens of farmers. Eventually, the owner caught her, doxxed her online, and demanded a million in damages. My best friend had a breakdown: "How expensive can a few frogs be? You guys are extorting me!" "Once I find the talking frog, I'll have endless money!" But everyone just treated her like a psycho. After receiving a court summons, she decided everything was my fault. She hired someone to break into my house, set it on fire, and kill me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of the hot pot. My best friend was frantically messaging me: "Which hot pot place are you at? Answer me right now!" 1 My best friend's frantic interrogation pulled me back to reality. I realized I was covered in goosebumps. As the phantom pain of the fire faded, I realized I had been reborn. "Steph, are you deaf or something? Don't consider me a friend anymore? I'm asking where that frog place is, not asking for money. Can't even let me mooch a meal?" Her voice was shrill and anxious, piercing my eardrums. I knew immediately: my best friend, Bella, had been reborn too. In our past life, I tried to invite Bella out for dinner. She flaked on me, so I picked a random hot pot place. It was terrifying. The raw bullfrog the waiter just placed on the table stood up like a person the next second. "As long as you eat me, I can grant your wishes. Even the stars in the sky, I can conjure for you!" At first, I thought it was a marketing gimmick. But everyone else insisted they didn't hear the frog speak, so I brushed it off. But the result was exactly as the frog said. My mother's chronic illness was cured, and my life turned into a winning streak. I reached the peak of success. When Bella found out, she unleashed all her rage about missing the "lucky frog" on me. Not only did she frame me for her million-dollar debt—causing me to get stabbed by creditors late at night—but she also hired someone to loot my house and burn my family alive while we slept! Because of her, my family was destroyed. I knew exactly how crazy Bella could be. Now, she would do anything to eat that lucky frog before I could. After getting my location, Bella appeared in front of me in less than ten minutes. She walked in just as the waiter brought the skinned bullfrogs to the table. Bella had sharp eyes. She immediately spotted the one frog that looked different. She lunged forward and scooped the entire plate of raw frogs into her arms. "Sorry, Steph. You know I love bullfrog. Let me have all of these today!" Bella looked up at me, a flash of triumph and relief in her eyes. Looking at her face, remembering how she frantically stuffed raw frog into her mouth in our past life, my stomach churned. I suppressed the urge to vomit and asked, eyes red: "That's a lot. Are you sure you can finish it all by yourself?" Hearing this, Bella thought I wanted to fight her for the food. She panicked and shielded the frogs in her arms. To avoid blowing her cover, she forced herself to calm down and comforted me: "It's fine, Steph. I've been dieting for days and haven't had a proper meal. Consider this my cheat day." "Besides, you have that interview at the modeling agency soon. You should stick to veggies!" With that, without even cooking them, she couldn't wait to stuff the raw frogs into her mouth. She even swallowed the uncleaned intestines, calling them "liquid gold." Murky juices dripped from the corner of her mouth, but Bella looked ecstatic. I clenched my fists as I watched her eat every single raw frog in her arms. She still thought I achieved my success because of that frog. I couldn't help but sneer internally. In my last life, I treated Bella like a true friend, and she murdered my entire family! Thank God for second chances. This time, I'm going to make her life a living hell. 2 When it was time to pay, the waiter handed me the bill, but Bella snatched it. "Give it to me. I'm buying." After eating that plate of frogs, she looked even more radiant, immediately adopting a superior attitude. Knowing Bella for so many years, I knew her financial situation was a disaster. I smiled, feigning surprise: "Didn't we agree I was treating? What money are you using?" Hearing this, she pulled out her phone and piled on the mockery: "You poor thing, using cheap perfume and knockoff bags. Why are you acting like a big shot in front of me?" "Save that little bit of money to buy your mom a wheelchair!" As if that wasn't enough, she called the manager over on the spot: "I'm paying for everyone in the restaurant today." "Everyone... are you sure?" The manager paused, his tone laced with disbelief. She frowned, impatiently urging him: "Duh, what are you waiting for? Careful or I'll call corporate and complain!" The manager assumed she was some rich heiress and respectfully took her card. In an instant, everyone treated her with extreme warmth. Basking in the attention, she remembered I was standing behind her. Her smile instantly turned cold: "See that? I have plenty of money. Steph, hurry up and roll on home. Don't embarrass me by hanging out with me anymore!" "Okay." I nodded. The company was doing performance reviews over the next two days. There was only one spot for overseas training, and it would go to the most prepared. Career-focused as I was, I wouldn't slack off. Mocking laughter rose behind me. I ignored it, turned around, and got into my car. The next day, Bella strolled in two hours late. She arrogantly pulled a stack of cash from her bag: "So I'm late. Here's a year's worth of fines in advance. Deduct it slowly. If it's not enough, tell me and I'll top it up!" Her blatant display of wealth scared HR into silence. Afterward, she deliberately stood next to me to announce she bought a car. Seeing the Porsche key in her hand, the office exploded. "Holy crap, that car is worth millions!" "Bella, where did you get the money? Did you win the lottery?" "So awesome, a Porsche! I remember you and Steph started interning at the same time. Guess you're the successful one!" ... She smiled: "It's nothing, just a tool to get around. Once the assessment results are out, I'm treating everyone to dinner!" The crowd gasped, convinced she had struck it rich overnight. "Looks like Bella has the assessment in the bag too!" "For sure. Just one spot, but for our Bella, it's a piece of cake!" Suddenly, all my colleagues were kissing her ass. Only I felt something was off. I knew Bella had zero ambition. With her meager salary, there was no way she could afford to treat everyone and buy a Porsche. Could it be... that frog really did bring insane luck? Just as I was puzzling over this, my boyfriend sent a breakup text. "Let's break up. I'm with Bella now. You don't deserve me." I stared coldly at the emotionless text and laughed. In my past life, I accidentally found out that during our five-year relationship, he had been messing around with Bella for four of them. This time, he wasn't even pretending. Fine. No need to date trash anymore. I blocked both Mark and Bella immediately. Out of sight, out of mind. 3 When the assessment results came out, everyone was shocked. The board unanimously decided to give the only overseas training spot to me. I wasn't surprised, but I feigned shock: "Really? Me? Thank you for the opportunity! I won't let the company down!" Bella's face turned ugly. To save face, she pretended not to care and lifted her chin: "Steph, what are you so smug about?" "Don't think I don't know. With your family situation—paralyzed mom, useless dad—you think getting the spot means you have the money to go abroad?" Hearing her say this, Mark joined in the mockery: "Exactly. Once you're abroad, you won't even be able to afford rent. Why show off?" I looked up calmly: "I can't afford it, but you can?" Bella, choked by my retort, became even more furious. "Of course I can afford it. You think I'm like you?" Saying this, she pulled out her phone, mysteriously made a call, and then announced smugly: "I'm happy today. I rented a yacht at the beach this weekend. Everyone is invited!" "And you, Steph. You have to come!" "I know you were always the 'frugal model' in our class. Don't worry, I won't make you split the bill." Everyone thought I would get into a huge fight with Bella for humiliating me. But I just smiled: "Sure!" Only I knew. It had been a week since she ate the frog. But she hadn't won the lottery, nor passed the assessment. Where was this money coming from? When I arrived at the destination on the weekend, I saw Mark and Bella waving at me from the yacht. They were decked out in haute couture from head to toe. Just the watch on Bella's wrist was worth six figures. My colleagues crowded around her, fawning and flattering. "Bella, I knew from the start this company was too small for a big shot like you. You were bound to soar. Unlike some people who get the training spot but can't afford to go..." "Yeah, Steph is just sour grapes!" They built her up and tore me down perfectly. Bella laughed so hard she trembled, clearly enjoying the adoration. She casually called the waiter over, who immediately brought out delicacies fit for a five-star restaurant. "Eat up, everyone! Whatever you eat today, I'm paying for. Money is no object!" Watching their cheeks puff out like toads, sauce dripping down Mark's chin onto his collar, my stomach churned. This scene looked weird no matter how I looked at it. Seeing I hadn't moved, Bella raised an eyebrow: "You couldn't afford this stuff even if you worked for a month. Not eating?" I sneered and said nothing. Hope she can still laugh in a bit. Just then, a waiter walked out carrying an oversized plastic bag. Something inside was wriggling. A bullfrog poked half its body out of the bag, its pitch-black eyes staring straight at us. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and pointed blankly at the frog: "Bella, look. Does that bullfrog look like it's standing up like a person?" "And this frog... it looks just like the one we saw at the hot pot place..." Following my gaze, she quickly spotted the frog. Her expression shifted from arrogant to stunned. Suddenly, she changed. She rushed the waiter and snatched the plastic bag. She stared straight at the bullfrog, eyes full of fanaticism: "God has favored me again! I knew I was reborn to change my destiny!" Just as Bella expertly skinned the frog and prepared to stuff it into her mouth, I grabbed her arm. She looked at me warily. I deliberately raised my voice: "What did you say, Bella? Is this the reason you got rich overnight?" The deck went silent. Everyone's eyes focused on the frog. "Bella... is talking to the frog?" "Does eating this frog really make you rich?" Mark wiped the grease from his mouth, eyes full of greed: "So you bought a car and a house because you ate a lucky frog!" Everyone's gaze instantly turned predatory. The next second, someone rushed up to snatch the frog from her hands. Bella, desperate, ignored everything else and shoved the frog into her mouth. Bloody slime dripped from her lips. Due to the violent struggle, the frogs in the bag scattered all over the floor. Mark grabbed a frog from the ground and swallowed it whole, alive. People started brawling, fighting to get rich. It was chaos. Suddenly, a strange man dressed oddly rushed in from the sidelines, looking nervous. Seeing the scene before him, he almost puked. He looked horrified: "What the hell are you doing?! These frogs are rejects! They're meant to be destroyed! You can't eat them!" 4 Everyone turned around. When the stranger saw the frogs crawling everywhere, his face went dark. Bella still had a frog leg hanging from her mouth. The man rushed up to grab the frog from her hand without a word. "I told you these frogs are inedible! Are you crazy?" Bella couldn't handle hearing this. She thought this guy was just another person trying to steal her luck like her colleagues. Without hesitation, she slapped the stranger. "None of your business! It's not like I'm not paying. Think I can't afford it?" "I booked this place today, so these frogs are mine too. Why can't I eat them?" "You poor losers have never seen money. Think I'm not offering enough? Take this and get lost! This is enough for you to live on for a month!" Saying this, she took out a thick stack of cash and smashed it into the man's face. The man turned red with anger but stood there, hesitant: "That's not what I mean. If you want to eat bullfrog, just tell the kitchen to prepare it properly. There's no need to eat them raw!" "Let me take you to the hospital, miss..." Hearing this, Bella and the crowd reacted as if triggered. Mark shoved the stranger away, full of suspicion: "I think you're just jealous of us. You see us eating frogs and about to get rich, and you're upset, right?" The man looked incredulous: "I'm just concerned about your health! I raise bullfrogs. If eating them brought good luck, wouldn't I know? Did you guys read too many fairy tales?" Bella didn't believe a word of it. She suspected even more that this guy knew the secret and wanted to stop her from getting rich. She flipped the table over. Expensive liquor and dishes shattered everywhere: "Bullshit! I will have good luck!" "Don't believe this liar, everyone! He just wants us to go to the hospital to get our stomachs pumped!" Her colleagues agreed and refused to leave. She was maniacal. She and Mark smashed everything in sight. The shop was a wreck. Seeing persuasion was useless, the chef stormed out angrily. When he returned, a man in a suit was with him. I knew him. He was the manager of this yacht rental company. He frowned at the mess but tried to maintain professionalism: "I'm sorry, miss. Since you rented our luxury yacht, the alcohol and ingredients are extremely expensive. You need to pay extra for these damages, or we will have to call the police." Bella rolled her eyes and scoffed: "How expensive can it be?" "I've calculated it for you. Including the rare vintage wines you smashed, you owe an additional one million dollars." Hearing the price, Bella and Mark froze. That amount was almost as much as the yacht rental itself. Those wines were priceless collectibles. She knew nothing about high society; how would she know their value? Seeing her silence, the manager assumed she couldn't pay and urged: "Will that be card or...?" Bella's phone rang, snapping her back to reality. She hung up, pulled a bank card from her bag, and threw it in the man's face: "It's just booze money. I have plenty. Think I can't pay?"
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