Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The moment Xie Zhaozhao saw the scene inside the private room, her eyes reddened, tears threatening to spill. “Ah Xu, you… how could you…”

“Why are you with her…?”

Xie Zhaozhao’s face was deathly pale. She swayed on her feet like a fragile little white flower, looking so wounded and grief-stricken, as if she had suffered a devastating blow.

I let go with my mouth and started struggling with all my might.

The result was that, before long, I was gasping for breath.

A sick body really was useless.

I tried to reason with him. “Xie Zhaozhao is here.”

But Lu Xu didn’t even glance toward Xie Zhaozhao at the door.

I was deeply confused.

Didn’t this group of people adore the heroine?

They fought over her, got jealous over her, humiliated me and took revenge on me for her.

So why, now that the heroine had arrived, were they acting so cold and indifferent?

Xie Zhaozhao’s face turned even paler. Seeing that Lu Xu had no intention of acknowledging her, she turned and ran away in tears.

Pei Ting got up to chase after her.

When he passed Lu Xu and me, he shot me a glance.

“Shen Zhiyi, is this your little trick?”

“You knew perfectly well that Zhaozhao likes Lu Xu.”

“I thought you had truly repented.”

Pei Ting looked utterly disappointed. Without another word, he chased after Xie Zhaozhao.

Me: …

Dumbass.

I struggled again. This time, I actually managed to break free.

Lu Xu released me with a smile.

His lips were rosy and wet.

Paired with the blood on his forehead and at the corner of his eye, and his damp hair, he looked somewhat like a beautiful, eerie female ghost.

I had to admit, this brat Lu Xu was outrageously pretty.

Ever since he was little, he had been like an exquisite little princess.

He was even slightly prettier than me.

I glanced at him. “Do you need me to call an ambulance?”

Lu Xu shook his head, still grinning. “It doesn’t hurt, Sister Zhiyi.”

I ignored him after that, picked up my purse, and walked out.

When I woke up the next day, my head felt a little heavy.

Out of habit, I looked toward the bedside table.

There was no longer a cup of hot milk there, the one my mother used to leave for me every morning.

Oh, right.

I had transmigrated.

This was no longer ten years ago.

My family had gone bankrupt. My father had jumped off a building. My mother had followed him in death.

A sudden wave of nausea rose in my stomach.

I ran to the bathroom, clung to the toilet, and threw up violently.

My body seemed to have grown used to this convulsive misery.

After washing up, I lay in bed and stared at the bank balance on my phone.

One million.

For an ordinary person, it was a huge sum.

But for my illness, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Surgery fees, postoperative rejection, the anti-rejection medication I would have to take for the rest of my life…

This amount of money was nowhere near enough.

I began worrying about how to make money.

Painting?

Forget it. It wasn’t like I was some famous master. Who would have so much money burning a hole in their pocket that they’d buy my paintings?

Playing piano?

That didn’t seem like it would make me big money either.

I touched my face. What about breaking into showbiz?

After all, it would be a shame not to bless the public with such a perfect face.

But my physical condition wouldn’t allow it.

I wracked my brains until I suddenly came across a video by an anti-cancer blogger.

Their follower count had already surpassed one million.

An idea flashed through my mind.

My illness was rare worldwide.

After all, the author had specifically created it just to make me suffer before writing me out.

I could use that as a gimmick.

I made up my mind to become a blogger documenting my fight against illness.

I started binge-watching all kinds of tutorials on how to start, maintain, and operate an account.

I was having a grand old time keeping myself busy.

Then I received an invitation to a birthday banquet.

The location was Binhai Villa.

The neighborhood I used to live in.

Pei Ting had lived right next door to my family.

Oh, no. That wasn’t my home anymore.

Pei Ting had already bought it and given it to Xie Zhaozhao.

Now, it was Xie Zhaozhao’s home.

And now Xie Zhaozhao was holding a birthday banquet there.

She had even gone out of her way to invite me.

I rolled my eyes thoughtfully.

To be honest, I didn’t really want to go.

But right now, I was a little short on money.

Maybe I could take this opportunity to extort a bit more from this group of people.