Because I did so many good deeds in my past life, the King of Hell promised I'd be reincarnated into a wealthy family. I meticulously picked through the list of billionaires. Ugly? Pass. Stupid? Pass. Short life expectancy? Pass. Too many rules? Pass. Dysfunctional family? Pass... No, no, no! Before I could choose the perfect family, the King of Hell stopped me. "Your best friend used a Fate Token to make a wish. She wants you to be reincarnated as her daughter." What? My best friend? The one who lives in a shack, dropped out of college, and is dating a fat, ugly loser? That doormat?! 1 "What were you thinking?!" Looking around my best friend's rented, dilapidated apartment, my resentment was heavier than a thousand-year-old ghost's. If she didn't give me a good explanation today, I was going to take her with me. Solve the problem at the source, so I wouldn't be reincarnated as her daughter and live a poor life again. Chloe sobbed: "I'm sorry, Harper. I didn't know you could be reincarnated as a trust fund baby. "I saw the birth rate was so low, I was afraid you'd be reallocated to a third-world country! I'm sorry, waaah..." "Well, thank you so much!" If I really had to choose between Chloe and a random third-world country, I would actually choose Chloe. But there is no "if"! My life as a wealthy socialite! Gone! "How about... I make another wish? I don't want you to be my daughter anymore. You can go back to being a rich kid?" "Do you think this is Amazon? Seven-day no-questions-asked return policy?" If it weren't for the ancient Fate Token passed down in Chloe's family, the King of Hell wouldn't care what she wished for. If I knew that token was so effective, Chloe should have just restarted her life. Reincarnated with me as wealthy sisters. Instead of shrinking in this run-down apartment, being a poor mother-daughter duo. "Harper, don't be sad. "I swear, I will treat you well! "Although I can't give you a wealthy life, I will give you the best I can!" Chloe looked so sincere, like a scumbag making promises. But I'm not love-struck; I'm very sober! "The best you can give me is living in this garbage dump, eating and sleeping with rats and cockroaches?" I pointed at the mountain of trash and the sour leftovers in takeout boxes. Just as I spoke, a dark, unidentified creature scurried across the corner. Chloe skillfully took off her shoe and threw it, but missed. Standing on one foot, she twisted the hem of her shirt shyly: "I usually clean up. I've been so busy handling your funeral these past few days, I got dizzy." The harsh words on the tip of my tongue were swallowed back. True, besides her, no one else collected my body. 2 The police called my parents. A criminal with a knife broke into the kindergarten. To stall him and give the kids time to escape, I was stabbed seventeen times and died. Their first question was: How much is the compensation? Then they came in a hurry, collected the compensation money in a hurry, rushed back home in a hurry, and bought a house for their precious son, "Glory of Ancestors," to get married in a hurry. But they didn't even come to see me once, not even in a hurry. Instead, it was this idiot Chloe, crying until her eyes were swollen like walnuts. Running around busily. She didn't take a penny, even spent her own money to handle my funeral. Luckily she was fast. Otherwise, my parents, after reacting, would have sold me for a "ghost marriage" to scrape together some renovation money for my "good brother." I wonder if this coward Chloe fainted when she saw the big hole in my stomach. Looking at Chloe standing in front of me, twisting her fingers like a child who did something wrong. My nose felt sour. But I was still so angry! "Throw all this trash out! Wipe everything down with disinfectant three times! "And scrub the toilet five times!" Hearing my fierce command, Chloe laughed instead of crying: "Mission accepted!" Chloe huffed and puffed as she worked, and I supervised every step. Everything seemed peaceful. Until the old door was banged loudly, "Bang bang bang!" "Open the door!" 3 As soon as the door opened, a drunken man lost his support and fell to the ground. The stench of alcohol quickly occupied the entire room. I was so busy despising Chloe's poverty that I forgot she had a stingy, fat, ugly boyfriend. Just a glance, and my eyes were burning. Fat enough that his eyes were slits, bald enough to be a mirror, short enough to be a cane. And a hairy mole on his chin. Chloe isn't my best friend; she's my mortal enemy! Not only does she want me to be poor in my next life, she wants me to be short, ugly, and poor! "You plan to have me with this thing?!" I roared at Chloe, stirring up a ghostly wind. Barry, helped onto the sofa by Chloe, shivered. The layers of fat on his body rippled. Chloe looked at Barry, confused: "What's wrong, Harper? Is there something wrong with Barry?" "Everything is wrong! "Short, fat, bald, beady eyes, upturned nose, and a huge mole. You really aren't picky! "If you dare marry him and let his inferior genes contaminate my noble chromosomes, I'll take you away right now!" Chloe was still defending him: "Barry said he used to be very handsome, he just gained weight now." Does she think I have amnesia? From the first time Chloe brought Barry to meet me, he looked like this ugly mess. Before, I didn't want to interfere with other people's fate, so I didn't say much. But now. Damn it, if I don't interfere, he'll really become my dad! Seeing I didn't believe her, Chloe pulled out a photo on her phone to prove it. "Look!" I leaned in to look; it was like a different person. The person in the photo wasn't bald, wasn't fat, looked clean, and was vaguely handsome. "Harper, don't worry. I'll talk to Barry about marriage and pregnancy tomorrow, make him lose weight properly. I promise to give birth to you in the best condition!" Chloe looked at me pitifully. Should I just... let it go? "Thirsty! Chloe, Chloe! Where the hell did you die to!" 4 "Coming!" Chloe abandoned me, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to Barry's lips. Just one sip, and he sprayed the water onto Chloe's face. "You want to scald me to death?!" Warm water dripped down Chloe's chin. "You drank too much alcohol, it's better to drink some warm water," Chloe said gently. Barry snatched the glass from Chloe's hand and smashed it at her: "I want ice water!" The cheap glass hit Chloe's forehead, leaving a purple bruise. Then it fell to the ground, shattering. I suddenly remembered the bruises I saw on Chloe from time to time over the past year. She explained that she accidentally bumped into things while delivering cakes to customers. At that time, I scolded her for being stupid while applying medicine. "Just bake cakes in the shop properly, hire someone for delivery, give yourself a break, okay?" I deliberately pressed hard on her wound, hoping she would remember. She grimaced in pain but didn't agree. Just gave a fawning, cowardly smile. Now it seems, it wasn't that she wouldn't let herself off the hook, it was Barry who wouldn't let her go! "Chloe, are you an idiot? He hit you, can't you hit back?!" Chloe was startled by my sudden roar. "Harper, don't be angry, Barry is just drunk. He usually treats me well." "Bullshit! I only believe what I see! And I see him treating you like a slave!" I've known Chloe since we were kids; she loves cleanliness. Even if she's been too busy to touch the ground these past few days, she would never let trash pile up like a mountain. It must be that she was so busy she didn't come home, and the room was ruined by this fat pig Barry like a pigsty. Now, he dares to order Chloe around like an emperor. I really can't stand it! "Chloe, slap him right now!" But Chloe hesitated, looking troubled: "Harper..." And Barry, having waited for a long time, was very impatient: "Chloe, water!" "Coming!" Chloe avoided my gaze. Fled to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold Coke, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Barry: "Drink slowly, don't choke." Ahhh! This damn love-brain! Look at Chloe's cowardly appearance. If she really gives birth to me with this fat pig, will I also be enslaved by him? In the future, Chloe feeds him, and I wash his feet? I can't accept this! In a rage, I floated back to the Underworld. Crying and begging the King of Hell: Can't I really change people?
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