My high school nemesis posted a photo of me at the OB-GYN clinic, along with my pregnancy test results, to our class group chat. "A ghetto queen will always be a ghetto queen. Playing around and getting knocked up before marriage. Who knows which old geezer is the baby daddy? Maybe you should check for HIV while you're at it?" Others piled on, kicking me while I was down. Someone even posted a photo of me holding my waist, being shoved by a middle-aged man. Just then, Lucas, the untouchable academic god of our school, replied: "I'm the father. You got a problem with that?" 1 [She got into a black Maybach with tinted windows after school last Friday. We all know what that means~] [Spill the tea! How much is the sugar daddy paying?] [Guys, don't be mean... maybe it's true love? Even if the old guy looks like he could be her dad.] ... Before Lucas replied, the group chat was roasting me alive. Lucas and I were from two completely different worlds. He was elegant and handsome, making a plain shirt look like high fashion. He was the perpetual valedictorian, from a wealthy family. His grandfather was an academician, his father a professor at a top university, and his mother a famous entrepreneur. I, on the other hand, had no father, only a mother. I was bullied growing up. To protect myself and my mom, I worked at a Taekwondo gym and earned a black belt. My mind was never on my studies. I just wanted to work and earn money to lighten my mom's burden. My grades were always at the bottom. With my terrible grades and terrifying fighting skills, I became the "Big Sister" of South City High School No. 1. The first time I met him was on a rainy day. I rushed into the school gate, soaked to the bone, three minutes late. He was on duty, eyelashes wet with mist, pen poised to write my name in the logbook. "Don't write it," I panted. "Just finished the night shift at the convenience store." He looked up and saw the dark circles under my eyes, the burn on the back of my hand, and the coffee stain on my school pants. The pen paused. He didn't write my name that day. Senior year, we were paired up in a study group. That's when I truly connected with Lucas. He was incredibly patient, despite his sharp tongue. The girls glared daggers at me, but due to my reputation for violence, no one dared to trouble me directly. They just spread rumors behind my back. But Lucas didn't distance himself from me. The seed of a crush took root in my heart. It wasn't until a class reunion a year after graduation that I learned the aloof Lucas could also have a crush. Outside a karaoke room, I heard him confess to the school beauty, Grace. She didn't say yes or no. Lucas was disappointed and drank a few too many glasses. But someone had spiked his drink. Delirious, he grabbed my hand, mistaking me for Grace. I couldn't refuse the sight of the high-and-mighty academic god, flushed and desperate. I hesitated for a second, then spent most of the night entangled with him in another room. But I didn't actually feel pleasure. The only sensation I remember is one word: pain. The next day, I woke up before Lucas. So this is what it's like to give your first time to someone you like. I could hear flowers blooming in my heart. I didn't expect him to take responsibility and planned to leave quietly. But getting up pulled at the wound below, and I fell to the floor, waking Sleeping Beauty. Lucas looked at the scene and understood what happened. He looked at the red stain on the bed, and the words that came out of his mouth sent me straight from heaven to the eighteenth level of hell— "Nice hymenoplasty. Looks real." I forced a laugh. "Yeah, I know a doctor. Cheap." "I didn't mean that, I..." He tried to explain, but I didn't listen. I threw on my clothes and ran out of the room. I was so angry and sad that I forgot to take the pill. 2 For three months after that, I worked like crazy, trying to forget the humiliation. Later, I collapsed from exhaustion and was taken to the hospital, where I found out I was pregnant. A photo of me was posted to the group chat by Grace's lackey, Lily. Lucas and I hadn't contacted each other privately, so I was shocked when he replied like that in the group. The next day, Lucas and his mother showed up at my door. Lucas was expressionless as usual. I couldn't read him. Mrs. Lu was all business. She asked my age and what my parents did. When I said I had no father and my mother had uremia, requiring constant dialysis, she slowly replied, "A pitiful child." "The Lu family has had only one son for three generations. We cannot give up the child in your belly. Name your price." They wanted the child, not the mother. I asked them to transfer my mother to a hospital owned by the Lu family, find a kidney donor, and cover all medical expenses. Mrs. Lu agreed. We signed a contract stating I would cut all ties with the Lu family after giving birth. I went to the hospital to comfort my mom, telling her a kind classmate had sponsored us. She was a woman without many ideas of her own. Hearing this, she burst into tears and knelt to thank the Lu family. Leaving the hospital, I was taken to the Lu mansion. Lucas didn't say a word the whole time, completely unwilling to communicate. I knew he hated me. Mrs. Lu left immediately after dropping us off. Mr. Lu was rarely home. The task of settling me in fell to Lucas. He didn't give me a separate room, not even a servant's room. He made me sleep on the floor of his bedroom. But the rich family's blankets were soft. I slept better there than on my hard wooden bed at home. Seeing I slept well the next day, he showed a rare expression—a mocking smile and disgusted eyes. "As expected of a ghetto rat. Can sleep anywhere." The Lu family made me quit all my part-time jobs, fearing it would affect the fetus. I helped the maid with chores within my ability. While cleaning Lucas's study, I saw a photo of Grace on his desk—wearing a gown, playing the piano, noble and beautiful. Lucas snatched the frame from my hand. "Who allowed you to touch that!" It was the first time I'd seen him so emotional. He must really, really like her, I thought bitterly. Lucas started targeting me even more. Breakfast porridge was either too cold or too hot. He made me adjust the temperature constantly. If I turned over in my sleep, he'd scold me, then force me to get up and read to him until he fell asleep. One noon, while I was mopping the floor, he deliberately spilled coffee on it and watched me mop it again. "Can't even clean the floor properly. No wonder you rely on crawling into men's beds to survive." Seeing me obey silently, he scratched his head in frustration. "Sue, why aren't you angry?" I lowered my head silently. When I looked up, tears filled my large eyes. "I'm punching above my weight class. If not for that accident, I wouldn't be disturbing your life..." Lucas's breath hitched. After a long while, he said angrily, "Don't cry. Don't look at me." He fled, leaving me bewildered. I actually had no right to hate him. After all, I wanted something from him. And— I chose the Lu family as my wallet after weighing my options against another offer. 3 The man pushing me in the group chat photo was a bodyguard sent by my biological father to take me for a DNA test. He didn't mean to push me; he was moving me away from a speeding motorcycle. It sounds like a novel, but my father turned out to be a triad boss. He played with many women when he was young and ruined his body, leaving me as his only seed. He found me and wanted to take me away, but refused to help my mother. I planned to take over the gang and then save my mom, but her body couldn't wait that long. That night with Lucas was an accident, but it gave me a better option. Compared to a sudden triad father, a high-intellectual family like the Lus was obviously more reliable. Moreover, I felt Lucas's attitude softening. When I did too much housework, he forced me to rest, saying pregnant women shouldn't overwork. When I had morning sickness, he handed me lemon water at the perfect temperature. Later, claiming I might crush the baby by rolling over, he forced me to sleep in his bed, hugging me—or rather, my belly—every night. Young men are full of vigor. Several times, I felt a "stick" poking my back and suggested sleeping separately. Rejected. "No, you sleep wild. You'll crush the baby!" "You're poking me, it's uncomfortable..." I argued weakly. He got up and ran to the bathroom. He stayed so long I almost fell asleep, then came back smelling of moisture, lifted the blanket, hugged me again, and said righteously, "Sleep!" I slept like a log, unaware that he continued to visit the bathroom frequently in the second half of the night. I thought he cared a little, but soon realized this care was nothing compared to Grace. The day Grace came to the Lu house, it was drizzling. Mrs. Lu held her hand on the sofa, chatting affectionately. Lucas sat next to her, eyes gentle. I was in the kitchen prepping vegetables. Watching this picturesque scene, I could only sigh that they looked like a family. At lunch, Mrs. Lu made me serve the dishes. Watching me bustle about, Grace suddenly smiled and said, "Auntie, Sue is the future daughter-in-law. How can you make her do servant's work?" Mrs. Lu glanced at me. "What daughter-in-law? She should be grateful the Lu family accepted the bastard in her belly. You and Lucas grew up together. Only you, Grace, are worthy of being our daughter-in-law. Right, Lucas?" "Mmh." Lucas answered quickly. Grace smiled happily. "But Auntie Lu, are you sure the baby is Lucas's? After all, classmates say Sue worked as an escort to make money. Several men in her neighborhood have played with her..." "What!" Mrs. Lu was furious. She slammed her chopsticks down and called a doctor to come for an amniocentesis. "So young and so loose. Who knows what diseases you have? Sinful!" I stood there, listening to Mrs. Lu's insults. I looked up at Lucas. He just put down his chopsticks, silent, but gave Grace a strange look. I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to stay calm. It's just a DNA test. I know the answer, I'm not afraid. Thinking of my mom in the hospital—Lucas told me last night they found a kidney match and surgery would be soon—I couldn't provoke them. The doctor arrived quickly. Mrs. Lu had people hold my arm while blood was drawn. As the needle pierced my skin, I flinched. Not far away, Lucas's eyes darkened. Done with this, Mrs. Lu waved me upstairs. "If you dare lie to me, I'll show you what a dead end looks like." Grace patted Lucas's shoulder gently. "Lucas, you're so unlucky to be entangled with such a shameless woman." Lucas didn't chime in, just watched me walk up the stairs. 4 I thought Lucas would kick me out of bed, so I packed my things first. He came in a while later. "What are you doing?" "Packing? You probably want me to leave." "You..." He couldn't get a sentence out. Mrs. Lu came up, worried. Seeing the scene, she frowned. "Are you sleeping together again?" "No, we're just..." Sleeping in the same bed? No one would believe that. Seeing my hesitation, Mrs. Lu slapped me. "You low-class people only know how to seduce and climb into beds!" "Mom..." Lucas tried to defend me, but Grace, who had come up unnoticed, interrupted. "Auntie, don't be angry. A man and a woman in one room invites gossip. Better separate them. It's better for the baby too." Mrs. Lu considered Grace's suggestion. I panicked. "Mrs. Lu, what about my mom's medical bills..." Mrs. Lu looked disgusted. "Relax. You'll get what was promised. Assuming the baby is ours. If you lied, you won't like the consequences!" She ordered servants to help pack my things, preparing to send me to the Lu family's house in West Beijing. After giving instructions, she led Lucas and Grace away. Actually, I didn't have much. Just one large suitcase of odds and ends. Dragging my suitcase to the stairwell, I saw Grace standing there with her arms crossed, the fake gentleness gone. She opened with pure malice: "Didn't expect that aphrodisiac to benefit a rat like you!" "What do you mean?" "I lost a bet with a friend, so I let her have Lucas for a night," she said casually. "Unexpectedly, Lucas actually cares a bit about you. Don't know what's so good about your poor ass. Maybe because you're cheap?" Hearing her treat Lucas so casually, I felt angry for some reason. Seeing my anger, she felt satisfied. "What? Angry I scolded you, or jealous that Lucas is my property?" She stepped close to me, whispering in my ear, "Let me show you how far Lucas will go for me." She gave a malicious smile, screamed, and threw herself down the stairs. Before I could react, Lucas rushed up, anxiously helping Grace up. He checked her carefully, coaxing her gently. After confirming she was okay, he glared at me, the "culprit." "Sue, are you crazy! If anything happens to Grace, I won't forgive you! Apologize now!" I didn't do it. I wouldn't apologize. I dragged my suitcase down the stairs. As I passed them, Lucas grabbed me. "Apologize!" "She fell herself." I stared at him. Lucas laughed in anger. "Are you that vicious? Won't apologize, huh?" He pressed my shoulder hard, forcing me to kneel. "Apologize. Or I'll have the hospital stop your mother's treatment." I looked up at him in disbelief, seeing only disgust in his eyes. I lowered my head, tears falling, and whispered, "I'm sorry." Grace ignored me, eyes red, voice delicate. "Lucas, my leg hurts..." Lucas picked her up immediately and walked upstairs, barking at me, "Get out!" 5 Less than three days later, Mrs. Lu arrived with the DNA results. I opened the door and got slapped. "I was played by a slut like you! Look at the results!" Clutching my red cheek, dazed, I took the report— [Probability of Paternity: 0.0001%] "Impossible!" I looked up sharply. "There's a mistake!" Mrs. Lu snatched the report back with a sneer. "Evidence is solid, still denying it? Your mother's medical funding stops today!" She waved to the bodyguards. "Throw her out!" I was roughly shoved out, my suitcase thrown after me, contents spilling everywhere. Meanwhile, my mom's condition worsened. The doctor looked grave. "Uremia caused heart failure. Need a kidney transplant immediately. But you offended the Lu family. They gave the word, the hospital can't keep you. Sigh..." Looking at my mom's arm full of tubes, I gritted my teeth and dialed Lucas. I remembered Mrs. Lu's warning not to contact him. But I had no choice. If I explained clearly, would he help, even out of pity? Ring—Ring— My heart tightened with every ring. Finally, it connected. A familiar female voice. Grace. She sounded breathless. "Hello... mmm... who is it..." My throat closed up. I couldn't speak. Why did she answer Lucas's phone? What were they doing? Before I could think, Lucas took the phone, sounding equally breathless. "Mmm... who?" I hung up in a panic, heart dead. Cornered, I called my biological father. "You said I could go back to the Gu family. I said you must save my mother..." "If you don't agree, you'll see my corpse soon, and you'll have no heir left in this world. I mean it!" Unexpectedly, he laughed. "Haha! Truly my seed! Gutsy! Fine, but I only save her. I won't bring her back to the Gu family." My father's men arrived at the hospital quickly. After briefing them on my mom's condition, I prepared to leave with them. At the hospital, I saw Lucas again. He was supporting Grace for a checkup. Seeing me with a group of men in black, he ignored Grace and ran over, but was blocked. Through the bodyguards, I said, "Lucas, believe it or not, I'll say it one last time. The child is yours. I didn't push Grace." He froze. I didn't look at him again and left. Grace walked over, linking his arm. "Lucas, was that Sue? Found a new sugar daddy already?" Lucas shook off her hand, rare for him, and left hurriedly. He went home to check the surveillance camera on the stairs—installed only after I moved in, for fear I'd trip. His face darkened as he watched. The spring drug wasn't me; he had held a grudge over that. He investigated the hospital that gave the DNA report and found it was forged on Grace's orders. "Damn it!" He pounded the table and rushed out.
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