I showed up for my tutoring gig and realized the student was my dad’s illegitimate son. But here’s the kicker: I was broke. This kid lived in a mansion, drove luxury cars, and ate gourmet food. His mom dripped with diamonds and acted like royalty. Meanwhile, I ate dry ramen yesterday to save money—the cheap packet kind, not even the cup kind, because those are too expensive. In my past life, I died in a car "accident" because someone tampered with my bike. As a ghost, I floated around and learned the truth: my wealthy grandparents also died in "accidents." My mom had been driven insane and locked in a mental asylum for years. My dad really went all out to eat my family’s fortune alive. When I woke up reborn, I made a decision: The first thing I'd do is lend my bike to that illegitimate brat. 1 "What are you doing?!" Grandma’s voice shrieked through the video call, terror cracking her usually calm demeanor. I smiled, innocent as a lamb. "Grandma, what’s wrong? My student just offered to go buy me a boba tea." My grandma, who usually treated me with fake kindness, barked, "Get him off that bike right now! You think you're a real teacher? You're just a part-time tutor living off scraps! How dare you make the Young Master run errands for you?" Well, well. My "sweet" grandma clearly knew exactly what had been done to my bike. No wonder she video-called me right before I died in my past life. She wanted a front-row seat to my death, just to be sure. Thinking back, she and my dad deserved Oscars for their acting. They convinced me for years that our family was bankrupt, drowning in debt collectors. I scraped by on work-study jobs to pay tuition. I starved myself to save pennies, which I then "dutifully" sent to this grandma I thought loved me. I died hungry. Even as a ghost, I felt that hunger. I wondered if she enjoyed spending the money I saved by skipping meals. "Grandma, what did you say?" I asked, making my voice airy and ghost-like. "Signal’s bad. Can't hear you. Bye!" I hung up. Minutes later, a screech of tires and a sickening crash echoed from the street corner a hundred yards away. I paused. My eyes felt hot. This time, the mangled body on the pavement wasn't mine. It was the precious treasure of the murderers who killed me, killed my grandparents, and drove my mom insane. Was he innocent? No. I learned the truth after I died. He had sick plans for me. His drawer was full of drugs he planned to use on me. He wanted to drug and assault me. Even this "errand" was a setup. I saw him slip a packet of powder into his pocket before he left. If I drank that tea... The outcome would have been unthinkable. He didn't know I was his half-sister. But he was born rotten. If he wanted something, he took it. He enjoyed my grandparents' wealth in private while bullying people at school with his "rich kid" status. Who knows how many girls' lives he ruined? He deserved to die. 2 That night, I went "home" to a slap in the face. I looked at my dad, confused and shocked. "Dad? What did I do?" "Kneel!" He was shaking with rage, pointing a finger at me. "You know what you did! I never knew you were this vicious!" "...Vicious?" I held my stinging cheek. I thought of my mom in the asylum. I didn't even know if she survived after I died in my past life. The hatred in my chest surged. But my voice came out weak and wronged. "So you're just like Grandma." "My student made progress, so he wanted to buy his teacher a boba tea. I said no, but he insisted on taking my bike to show his sincerity. Do you all think I’m not worthy of a $5 drink?" "I even listened to Grandma and left before he came back. How is that vicious?!" My dad stared at me, suspicious. He hadn't expected me to be clueless. I squeezed out some tears. "Dad, I saw a photo in their house. A family of three." I watched his jaw tighten. The violence in his eyes flickered. I pretended not to notice and sobbed. "The dad in the photo looked a lot like you. But it couldn't be you. He was young, wearing a suit and a Rolex. That's a life we don't have. But don't worry, Dad. I'll work hard so you can live like that one day." I had replayed this scenario in my head. In my past life, his mistress probably showed me that photo on purpose. She likely told him I saw it and threatened to expose them, to take back my grandparents' money. That’s why he wanted me gone immediately. But if he thought I was still his stupid, filial daughter who knew nothing, his guard would drop. Sure enough, the scumbag frowned, deep in thought. After a moment, his expression softened, though he still paced anxiously. "How could you just leave? Do you know that... uh, your student, got hit by a car? The driver swerved just in time, so he didn't die, but his leg was crushed. They had to amputate." Not dead? I realized my mistake. Tampering with the bike didn't guarantee death. But the driver was paid off. When he saw the wrong person on the bike, he probably swerved to avoid a murder charge, but still caused damage. A pity. But letting the scumbag and his mistress feel heartache wasn't a bad consolation prize. This was just the first gift I had prepared for them. 3 I wasn't at ease, so I skipped class to visit my mom at the mental hospital. I found her tied to a bed in solitary confinement. Her eyes were dull and empty. Her face was swollen with fresh slap marks. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. My heart shattered. I rushed to untie her. "Who did this?!" The nurse who followed me in looked panicked. She stammered that she didn't know, maybe a family member visited earlier and things got out of hand. "Family?" I hugged my mom tight. "Show me the security footage." They never expected me to visit. In the past, I was too busy surviving to come often. They thought I'd be dead soon anyway, so they got sloppy. The footage wasn't deleted. And there she was—my "dear" grandma. That old witch, along with the diamond-dripping mistress, taking turns beating my mother. It happened regularly. No wonder my mom was "crazy." Even a sane person would break under this torture. I started to suspect my mom wasn't even sick before they put her in here. My heart ached so much I trembled. But my hands were steady as I pulled out my phone and recorded the footage from the screen. I signed the papers and took my mom out. The witch and the mistress were venting their anger because their precious boy lost a leg. Since my dad was momentarily placated by my act, they couldn't touch me yet, so they went for my mom. I used my scholarship money to rent a small apartment near campus for us. I cleaned her up, applied ointment to her wounds, and dressed her in fresh clothes. Throughout it all, she was as silent as a doll. She only moved when I asked her to. Desperate, I mimicked my childhood self. I shook her arm. "Mommy, Mommy, can you braid my hair like yesterday? The five-strand braid? All the kids said it was pretty." Suddenly, she snapped awake. She grabbed me, terror in her eyes. "No! June, be good! No five-strand braids! Mommy will do a different one!" I froze, then realized. I was four years older than the illegitimate son. The year he was born, the mistress must have gotten impatient. She hired kidnappers to snatch me, probably to blackmail my mom into divorce. But that day, I played with water at preschool and ruined my braid, so the teacher undid it. The kidnappers took the wrong girl—another kid with a five-strand braid. From then on, my mom refused to braid my hair like that. I was too young to understand. I only knew that soon after, my grandparents died. Then Mom got "sick" and disappeared. Now it all made sense. In my mom's eyes, time had stopped. I was still her four-year-old daughter. My nose stung. I squatted down and handed her the comb. "Okay, Mommy. June will be good. No five-strand braids. Just make me pretty." "Good girl." She tapped my forehead. Her eyes finally had a spark of life. But she looked so old. Her hair was gray. Years ago, my mom was a wealthy heiress. A delicate white flower. My dad was a charity case my grandparents sponsored. He used the "country boy gratitude" act to woo my innocent mother. It was a trap from the start. A trap that claimed multiple lives. In my past life, after I died, my mom surely didn't last long. It was time to deliver my second gift. 4 In a dim corner of a coffee shop, I struck a deal with a woman. I promised her everything she wanted once the job was done. Within months, the mistress in the villa started panicking. My dad, the scumbag James Lee, visited her less and less. He stopped caring about their son. The allowance he gave them dwindled to peanuts. He didn't even visit the boy who was now an amputee. Meanwhile, I was the picture of filial piety. He had wanted to dump my mom for years but couldn't ruin his "good husband" image. Now that I was an adult, I acted as my mom's guardian and filed for divorce on her behalf. I told him I "felt sorry" for him being tied down and wanted him to be happy. The divorce went through. The more "filial" I acted, the less he suspected me. Soon, he hinted that he had a new girlfriend. I feigned excitement. "That's great! Dad, you won't be lonely anymore!" I added wistfully, "If only Auntie Zhang could give me a little brother. I'd love him so much! I'd give him everything!" He was shocked, then ecstatic. He couldn't hide his grin. "You really think that? Good! You really are my daughter!" His voice softened. "I misunderstood you before." "Auntie Zhang was right. You're my flesh and blood. You'd never betray me." I laughed internally. Pillow talk is powerful. If I let the mistress in the villa keep whispering in his ear, my mom and I would be in constant danger. "Dad has great news. Auntie Zhang is pregnant." James beamed, wrinkles crinkling around his eyes. "You should get close to her. When your brother is born, you protect him." I nodded enthusiastically. He was so pleased he blurted out, "By the way, when you graduate, come to the company. I'll mentor you personally." I acted surprised. "But Dad, aren't you just a low-level employee? Can you hire people?" James looked awkward for a split second. "Ah, well, that was just to test your character. The company is actually mine." "Don't be mad at Dad. I'll teach you the ropes. Eventually, you can hand it over to your brother." I smiled. Done. After all this planning, I was finally on the inside. One day, I accompanied Auntie Zhang to a prenatal checkup. We ran into the mistress from the villa. She used to be dripping with jewels. Now, even heavy makeup couldn't hide her haggard face. "You little slut! What spell did you cast on your father?!" "Why is he letting you into the company? Why?!" 5 She wanted to tear my face off? Hilarious. She used to act so high and mighty. I admired my manicure. "Why?" "Because it's my grandparents' company. Your crippled son will never touch it." "You... you..." She shook with rage, raising her hand to slap me. I remembered the videos of her beating my mom. I wanted to rip her apart. But I held back. I'm a law-abiding citizen. I could kill her without lifting a finger. I could kill her heart. I grabbed her wrist mid-air. "Listen, side-piece. Hit me all you want, but don't you dare touch Auntie Zhang. She's carrying my dad's flesh and blood. My baby brother." I had done my homework. This woman, Eva, came from the same poor village as my dad. Childhood sweethearts. First love. If she had just been his white moonlight, fine. But she conspired to murder the people who funded her education. She hunted their daughter and granddaughter. Yes, my grandparents sponsored her too. This pair of wolves claimed to have true love. Today, I was going to make her wish she was dead. "What did you say?" Her face went ghost white as she stared at Auntie Zhang's belly. I threw her hand away. "Oh, Dad didn't tell you? He divorced my mom. For years he wouldn't divorce her for you. But for Auntie Zhang and my brother? He moved instantly. He wants to give them legitimate status." "Turns out, you were just a toy to him." Auntie Zhang, right on cue, blushed and looked down shyly. "June, don't tease me. I'm embarrassed." Eva stumbled back, blood draining from her face. "James... you betrayed me... you betrayed me!" Eighteen years ago, she tried everything to get legitimate status for her son and failed. She tortured the rightful wife for a decade and failed. Now, for a new woman and a fetus, James acted instantly. What was she? What was her son? Their "true love" was a joke. Watching her crumble, I felt a rush of pure joy. This was my second gift. Now, it was time for James's gift.
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