When my parents said they were going to adopt Luke, I packed my bags and moved out without hesitation. "I've made space for him. From now on, he's your real son. Catch you later." As the disposable male side character in a story where everyone loves the main character, I've decided to slack off in this life. Luke wants to steal my parents? Let him have them. Steal my sister? Take her. Steal my childhood sweetheart? Free gift. Oh boy, now they're all dumbfounded. 1 On the day Luke married my childhood sweetheart, I died. My soul floated in mid-air, watching their wedding. The reception was held at a five-star hotel, luxurious and dreamy. I have to say, my parents really spared no expense for her. In a joyful atmosphere, I saw my biological parents and sister going up on stage one by one, giving warm and touching blessings to the newlyweds. They chatted, took photos, and toasted together... Until my sister, Grace, received a call from the police station. Two minutes later, she said "I know" expressionlessly and hung up. "Sis, who was that?" Luke, dressed in a well-tailored black haute couture suit, looked radiant. "No one." Grace shook her head and patted his shoulder affectionately. To avoid ruining Luke's mood, she even hid the news of my death from him. Actually, this was completely unnecessary. Because before I died, Luke was on the phone with me. It was he who signaled his crazy stalker to stab me to death. How could this scumbag not know I was already dead? Luke looked up at Grace: "Thank you, Sis. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for everything you've done for me. Coming to the Gu family and meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life." F*ck! Even as a ghost, I couldn't help cursing. Luke was always good at saying these cheesy and useless pleasantries. It costs nothing anyway, and it can coax these idiots into being loyal to him, so why not? Grace was indeed moved to tears, hugging him with relief: "Don't mention it, Luke. You deserve everything." The two smiled knowingly. I was so angry I couldn't stand it anymore. Just as I rushed over to kick Luke hard, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed, constantly switching like a movie being fast-forwarded. After a bout of dizziness, I was reborn. 2 I was reborn at sixteen, the day my family moved into the river view villa. Luke was the son of my dad's best friend. His biological parents died in a car accident. Because no one was willing to adopt him, he lived in a local orphanage for a few years before being found by my dad. He had just arrived at our house six months ago. With a pitiful background and a docile personality, coupled with severe malnutrition making him incredibly thin, my dad's heart ached for him. In fact, it wasn't just my dad; my mom and sister felt the same. In just six months, reluctant to let Luke live in the attic forever, my parents actually sold our old house and bought a river view villa for his sake. And I was reborn at this moment. My dad's excited voice rang in my ears: "Alright, kids, go pick your own rooms. Except for the master bedroom, anything goes." I remembered. On the day we moved into the new house, our parents let us choose our rooms. Luke and I both had our eyes on the south-facing room on the second floor. Not only did it have a luxurious bathtub, but it also had huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sparkling river. Thinking of this, I decisively walked up to the second floor. "I want this one." After I said this to my dad, Luke walked in too. His eyes lit up instantly: "This room has such a great view." "Dad, can I live here?" My dad paused. I had anticipated Luke's reaction and said coolly: "Are you deaf? I said I want this one." Hearing my blunt retort, Luke immediately put on a flustered expression: "Sorry, Cole, I really didn't hear you." "If you like this one, you can have it. Actually, I can live anywhere. Compared to my room in the orphanage, this place is heaven." "Mom and Dad are so good to me, I'm really afraid I won't be able to repay you in the future." Here comes the green tea bitch act again. Doesn't he feel cringy saying this stuff as a grown man? It sounded fake as hell, yet some people were incredibly moved. "Cole, how about... you let Luke have this room and you live downstairs?" My dad hesitated and said to me. My mom also chimed in: "Yeah, son, the rooms upstairs and downstairs aren't that different. Why not let Luke have this one?" Identical plot, identical words. Except unlike my shock and disbelief in my previous life, this time my heart was calm as still water. "Dad, Mom, get it straight. I'm your biological son." They looked at each other. Dad continued: "Cole, your mom and I have decided to formally adopt Luke. From today on, you are both my sons." Luke looked incredulous: "Dad, Mom, are you really willing to adopt me?" Grace was also surprised and delighted: "You're going to adopt Luke?" Mom looked at him lovingly and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, Luke, welcome to officially becoming a member of our family." Luke's eyes suddenly turned red, his voice choking: "Mom, thank you. And Dad, I don't know what to say, but I really love you guys so much." "Bleugh..." I couldn't help but dry heave. Because the sound was particularly loud, everyone looked at me. Grace frowned, looking especially displeased: "Cole, what are you doing?" "Sorry." I waved my hand apologetically, "Might have eaten sh*t this morning, feel like vomiting." Everyone's expression was a bit indescribable. Luke was halfway through his emotional speech when I killed the mood. He looked weird. "Since you're going to adopt him, I'll move out. I don't want this room anymore." "I've made space for him. From now on, he's your real son, fully responsible for your retirement. Catch you later." After saying that, I turned to leave. "Cole." My dad shouted angrily, "What are you crazy about?" Me crazy? I just don't want to be cannon fodder anymore. I don't want to end up betrayed by everyone and dying miserably on the street again in this life. "Dad, I'm serious. It's either Luke or me. You and Mom decide." "Cole, how did Luke offend you? Why have you become so selfish?" My mom also pulled a long face and scolded. With my "help," Luke's emotions returned. His eyes reddened, looking aggrieved: "Mom, Dad, don't fight. I'm not worth it." "Enough, Cole." Grace stood in front of Luke without hesitation, glaring at me: "Apologize to Luke, right now." Apologize my ass. I rolled my eyes. As expected of the male lead in this "Real and Fake Young Master" story, with just one sentence, my sister became his lackey. No wonder I was no match for him in my previous life. In this life, I quit. So what if I'm cannon fodder? Can't I go on strike? Can't I stay away from this family? Can't I go find my own happiness? If I'm not welcome here, I'll go somewhere else. "Bye, Sis. You can apologize yourself, I'm not playing along." Seeing I was serious, my dad frowned: "Cole, you're still a minor. We have custody of you." True, I wasn't an adult yet. If I were, the first thing I'd do would be to move my household registration out. Too lazy to talk nonsense with them. "I can stay, but first, I don't agree with you adopting Luke. He can only stay temporarily." "Second, I must have this room. Non-negotiable." My dad didn't speak, just looked at me quietly. After a long while, he said calmly: "Your mom and I have made up our minds about adopting Luke. It won't change." "As for the room, Cole, you already have enough. Why must you fight with Luke?" 3 Even though I expected the result, my heart still ached. What did I have? I used to have loving biological parents and a sister. But now they're gone, stolen by Luke. If I don't withdraw now, I'll end up with the same fate as my previous life. Watching helplessly as Luke conquers my parents, sister, and childhood sweetheart. The day the novel has a Happy Ending is the day I die on the street. I sighed: "Then there's nothing to talk about. Sorry, Dad, you abandoned me first. My life has nothing to do with you anymore." My dad finally got angry, his voice stern: "Cole, are you deaf or stupid? If you walk out this door today, don't ever come back." "Son, apologize to your dad quickly, or I can't help you either." Mom looked at me with a dark face. Luke, originally protected behind Grace, looked over upon hearing this. His eyes were calm and composed, completely devoid of the grievance and pitifulness from just now. In my previous life, I often saw that expression on his face. When I argued for a whole day but still didn't win this room, he looked at me calmly like that. So much so that I still remember Luke's matter-of-fact expression when he moved into this room. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I really like this room." Although his mouth was saying thanks, I could clearly hear the triumph in his tone. It was the joy and triumph after winning a battle. Mom and Dad took him and Grace on a trip but didn't take me. After they came back, Luke explained to me "kindly": "Cole, Mom and Dad didn't take you because they were afraid of delaying your English exam next week. Don't be mad." I wasn't the only one taking exams; he and Grace had exams too. Just because they could only book four tickets, my biological parents chose to take the adopted son on a trip instead of me. Afterwards, I asked my mom why they did that. "Son, haven't you been to Beihai already? Luke has never traveled. Don't you think he's pitiful?" This sentence again. What does Luke being pitiful have to do with me? I didn't make him an orphan. "What about Grace? She's been there too." Mom was speechless for a moment and could only compromise: "How about Mom and Dad make it up to you next time we travel?" I was quite naive then, actually believing her nonsense. How could there be parents in the world who love an adopted son more than their own flesh and blood? But facts proved. There are. And I met them. Mom and Dad started forgetting me frequently. They took Grace and Luke to the movies, and I only found out when they came back at night. The family of four drove to the countryside for a picnic, and I only heard them mention it a few weeks later. Luke became better and better at pleasing Mom and Dad. Mentioned an iPad today, Dad bought it for him tomorrow. Said a new phone model was released in the morning, Mom gave it to him as a gift in the evening. His status in Mom and Dad's hearts had long surpassed mine, and his pocket money was much more than mine. Grace was even worse, becoming a straight-up "brother-con." Of course, the brother she spoiled wasn't me. She introduced Luke to her best friends. Treating Luke and his bros to BBQ. Spending money to take him to see his favorite basketball star's game. Because Luke didn't like dogs, she even gave away the puppy I had raised for years without saying a word. I went to argue with her in a rage, and my good sister just said lightly: "What's the point of keeping that beast? It almost bit Luke last time. Should've thrown it away long ago." In fact, my puppy was always well-behaved. If others didn't provoke it, it wouldn't attack anyone. I hated Luke more and more, while other family members liked him more and more. In my previous life, I never understood why it was like this. It wasn't until I died that I figured it out. Turns out Luke is the male lead in a "Real and Fake Young Master" novel. Although I was born to my biological parents, I was the authentic cannon fodder male side character. Fifteen years of smooth sailing were all paving the way for his appearance. In this life, I absolutely won't endure it anymore. Worst case scenario is death. I want to see if this male lead will still have a Happy Ending if I don't follow the script. "Apologizing is impossible. I will never apologize in this life. Dad, Mom, take care." 4 Half a month later, I moved into the most prestigious wealthy district in City A—Number One Mansion. In this place where the average housing price is $6,000 per square foot, I learned what "an inch of land, an inch of gold" means. A woman in an elegant white long dress walked towards me with a smile. "Cole." "Auntie Lu." I greeted her politely. "Did you bring all your luggage? Just this much?" "That's all. I didn't have much stuff to begin with." "Okay, I'll have Chloe take you to your room on the third floor." "Thank you, Auntie Lu." Chloe Lu is the same age as me, in third year of middle school this year. She has bright eyes and white teeth, charming and touching, but her personality is too cold. She's the standard rich young lady type, radiating an aura that says "Strangers Keep Away." Her sister, Sophia Lu, is more approachable. Both sisters have ceiling-level beauty, the kind ordinary people can't reach. No wonder rich people like to marry stars; at least the next generation's looks are guaranteed. After all, Mrs. Lu won the beauty pageant championship back in the day with her earth-shattering beauty. The elevator arrived at the third floor. Opening the door. Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked by the scene before me. This room was literally big enough for me to jog in. Luxurious crystal chandelier, elegant vintage European-style bed. Through the glass, the entire city's night view could be seen. Truly a mansion worth $100 million. I looked up at Chloe: "Thank you, Second Miss." She nodded. Perhaps feeling she was too cold, she added faintly: "You're welcome." After Chloe left, I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was quiet all around. In the distance, neon lights flickered, thousands of lights, beautiful beyond words. I didn't expect our City A to have such a quiet and tranquil place. The scenery here is much better than our river view villa. I have to sigh, the life of the rich is truly unpretentious.
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