I was the fake heiress, switched at birth. When my wealthy parents finally laid eyes on their biological son, they immediately wanted to bail. "Why is he a street thug? Abort mission! Let's get out of here!" I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I forced the "Real Young Master" into a strict rehabilitation program. I whipped him into shape—literally—until he became a National Champion. Later, when I tried to retire from my duties, the boy signed all the family assets over to me and cried like a baby: "You said you'd manage me for a lifetime! One year less, one month less, even one hour less doesn't count as a lifetime!" 1 After discovering I was the accidental heiress switched at birth, my dad and mom took me to see their biological son. In a dark alley, the school’s notorious bad boy was fighting ten guys at once. He sent a group of dyed-hair delinquents howling in pain. The three of us crouched behind a dumpster, watching the fire from the other side of the river. My dad frowned, adjusting his bespoke suit. "Why is he a hoodlum?" My mom immediately started retreating. "I feel like one of his punches could kill three of me! Let's go, let's go!" I blocked their path. "But he's your biological son!" My cold, CEO father looked at him with disdain. "So what if he's biological? The Sterling family doesn't raise idlers." My socially anxious, avoidant mother looked terrified. "Forget it, forget it... I can't accept a son this big popping up out of nowhere... let's just figure out how to compensate him later..." The Sterling family had raised me as the heir since childhood—perfect grades, perfect manners. Meanwhile, the "Real Young Master" grew up with a chaotic single mom and became a problem child. And now, his biological parents were rejecting him. I imagined myself in his shoes. He was too pitiful. I had nightmares all night. In my dream, the bad boy was crying tears of blood: "Who stole my trust fund baby life?!" I woke my parents up at 3 AM for a family meeting: "Don't get involved yet. I'm going to go meet him first." 2 I transferred schools. From a prestigious private academy to a public high school. I became desk mates with the bad boy. His name was Hunter Thorne. He had sharp, intense features and a rebellious streak. He looked exactly like my CEO dad. So, upon our first meeting, I had a slip of the tongue. "Daddy..." Hunter looked at me coldly. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm not into that kink." Me: "..." Assessment complete. He’s a "Cinnamon Roll" disguised as a tough guy. During recess, I saw Hunter pull a bag of white powder out of his backpack. He tilted his head and dumped it straight into his mouth. It’s over. The kid is on drugs. Just as I was about to call 911, Hunter started beating his chest, gasping for water. Turns out, he was dry-scooping cheap protein powder. And accidentally cemented his throat shut. The poor kid had no money for meat, so he relied on off-brand powder for nutrition. From then on, I brought him bento boxes every day. Fresh, healthy, high-protein meals. Hunter actually ate them obediently. He asked me with a meaningful look, "You're fattening me up. What's the endgame?" I said sincerely, "You look too skinny. I just want you to eat better." He suddenly lifted his T-shirt, revealing a rock-hard eight-pack. "I'm shredded, okay? I just look slim in clothes." My eyes accidentally drifted downward. My tired eyes instantly widened into copper bells! Wow, so big... so white... Cough, I mean, his T-shirt. 3 The first quiz ended. I looked at his grades. I almost passed out. Luckily, he was a Tier 1 MMA athlete. Maybe he could get a sports scholarship. But Hunter said he didn't care about college. "Better if I don't get in. After high school, I'll just work construction." I said that wouldn't do. "I'll help you get into a top university, okay? I'll pay tuition, plus give you a $2,000 monthly allowance." His comprehension skills were truly unique. "You want to be my sugar mama?" I said earnestly, "I just want to help a classmate in need. You can pay me back when you're successful." The guy in the front row turned around. "Sarah... actually, I really need help too..." Hunter kicked the back of his chair. "Scram!" The entire row was too scared to look back again. He glanced at me sideways. "You sponsoring anyone else?" I shook my head. "Only you." The corners of his mouth twitched up so hard he couldn't suppress it. For the first time all semester, the slacker opened a textbook. "I just suddenly feel like studying. It's definitely not for anyone in particular~" Me: "..." 4 To facilitate the plan, I bought the apartment across from Hunter's. It was a rundown unit in the projects, not expensive. Just a few hundred grand. When I moved in alone, I made a lot of noise on purpose. Hunter's door opened. A middle-aged woman in a cheap camisole opened the door. When she smiled, her teeth were yellowed from smoke. A cigarette dangled from her lips. "New neighbor?" A sharp pain hit my heart. This was my biological mother. All these years, Hunter had suffered in my place. I extended my hand. "Hi Auntie, my name is Sarah Sterling. I'm a junior at North High." "Eh? My son is a junior too! What class are you in?" At that moment, Hunter's tall frame squeezed out from behind his mom. He looked at me in shock, the tips of his ears turning red. "Look at you, why are you so desperate following me home~" Me: "..." 5 I was invited to dinner at Hunter's. It was 100 degrees, but they wouldn't turn on the AC until I arrived. Hunter opened the cupboard to get me snacks. Suddenly, he let out a shonen anime protagonist scream: "Damn rats! The cursed rats! They ate a hole in my Buldak noodles!!" What a sin. What kind of hard life was the Young Master living? I wiped a tear of sympathy. His mom was shocked. "The highest level of love is pity. You must really like our Hunter, huh?" I waved my hands frantically. "No, no!" Hunter looked both moved and embarrassed. "Mom, don't be so direct, she's shy~~" I was anxious. "Really, I'm not!!" His mom issued a command. "You're still students. Talk about liking each other after the SATs." Hunter looked reluctant. "Oh." I was relieved. Knowing Hunter loved MMA, I told him I'd support his dream. Find the best coaches. Fly him around the world for matches. I’d also help him with his academics. I said, "I hope Hunter can go to a good college, have a career he loves, and live a happy life." I promised, "As long as I have the ability, I can be responsible for him... for life." I looked up. Mother and son were crying like teakettles. Hunter looked at the ceiling, wiping tears. "To plan so far ahead for me... she really loves me to death!" Because he was so deep in his own delusions, my explanation felt incredibly pale: "Bro, I really don't..." 6 My move caused too much commotion. Grandpa found out. I finally convinced him to come take a look. But as soon as the car stopped, we saw Hunter. He had stolen a neighbor's new cockroach costume. He was currently crawling on the ground, chasing people. Singing: "For you~ I become a roach~" My grandpa immediately told the driver to turn around. His old face was full of disgust. "Granddaughter, come home! I'm afraid that idiot is contagious!!" Me: "..." No. I have to train this embarrassing guy properly!
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