3

　　Rachel and I started a one-sided cold war.

　　In the dormitory, she was trying to please me, trying to find a topic to talk to me.

　　But I just ignored her and treated her like air.

　　Rachel realized it too.

　　Slowly, she went silent and just looked at me with a very aggrieved look.

　　Rachel was acting too obvious.

　　At the end of my major class that day, I was packing up my things and getting ready to leave when I was suddenly stopped by someone.

　　It was our class president, named Jocelyn.

　　He wore glasses and was tall, thin and very clean looking.

　　Frowning, he asked me, "Lily, are you bullying Rachel?"

　　I looked at Jocelyn and glanced at Rachel, who was standing not far away and looking our way.

　　I smiled sarcastically, "I bullied her? You saw that?"

　　Jocelyn liked Rachel, I knew it.

　　He thinks Rachel has worked hard to grow up despite her family's circumstances.

　　So in my last life, when Rachel hooked up with my dad, Jocelyn came to me and asked me if my dad forced her.

　　I thought Jocelyn was pretty funny too.

　　On the way back to my dorm room, I received a call from the company's personnel.

　　He informed me that the internship positions for Rachel and I had been arranged.

　　It was then that I remembered.

　　In my previous life, because Rachel couldn't find the internship of her choice.

　　So I asked my dad to arrange Rachel into the family company.

　　And according to what Rachel said, it would be easier under my dad's hand.

　　She was placed in the secretarial department on purpose.

　　That's how Rachel got the chance to have frequent contact with my dad.

　　At that time, there were rumors in the company that Rachel and my dad weren't getting along.

　　I always thought it was because the employees who liked to gossip were too idle.

　　Then I realized that Rachel hadn't covered it up at all.

　　She couldn't wait for the whole world to know that she and my dad were having an inappropriate relationship.

　　The personnel on the phone was still saying something.

　　I interrupted him, "Vacate Rachel's seat, she's not going."

　　4

　　The company's personnel acted quickly.

　　In the evening, Rachel received a call from her company, and the personnel told her with regret that the interview had not been successful.

　　Rachel went from full of joy to disbelief.

　　After hanging up the phone, she called out my name and asked me, "What's going on?"

　　The other two roommates have already started eating melon mode, eyes round and round looking at us.

　　I answered carelessly."What else could be going on, like he said, he failed the interview."

　　Rachel didn't move a muscle and I turned off my phone and looked at her.

　　"What makes you think you can pass the interview with that resume?"

　　Because I had told Rachel that I would arrange for her to join my family's company.

　　So Rachel's resume was written very perfunctorily.

　　It belonged to the degree that a normal person would look at it twice and immediately brush it off.

　　Rachel clutched her cell phone, her face pale.

　　"Lily, did you do it on purpose?"

　　"Just because I made a joke, you did it so disgustingly?"

　　I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs to look at her with a smile.

　　"There are more disgusting ones, do you want to try?"

　　5

　　Rachel's bursary is gone.

　　Because of her family's circumstances, she has been able to apply for a bursary every year.

　　But when she was about to be awarded the bursary this year, Rachel suddenly received a call from the school saying that her application had failed.

　　The school didn't tell her the reason even though Rachel pressed her a lot.

　　It was only when she later found Jocelyn, who in turn had a good relationship with a certain school leader because of her status as a good student, that she got the answer.

　　Rachel had been reported.

　　There happened to be a class that afternoon.

　　Rachel listened to Jocelyn and, not caring about the teacher on the podium who was organizing her PPT, walked directly towards me.

　　"Jocelyn said that the person who reported me took out my spending records, as well as the skin care products commonly used in the dormitory, and my clothes."

　　"You did it, didn't you?"

　　Against everyone's eyes, I propped my chin up to be questioned by Rachel.

　　"I'm just representing a fair and ordinary student, reasonably raising questions to the school."

　　"The school canceled your bursary, so naturally they don't think you should get it either."

　　I know Rachel too well.

　　I know that Rachel applied for the grant using her father's bankruptcy debt from several years ago.

　　I also knew that her family had gotten a lot better a long time ago.

　　Not rich, but well-fed.

　　What's more, I know that she still has a few thousand dollars of living expenses from her boyfriend every month.

　　In this situation, reporting success was simply too easy.

　　Rachel's teeth were gritted and her voice was shrill.

　　"Lily, I consider you my best friend, and you do this to me?"

　　"Do I have to die for you to forgive me?"

　　If it wasn't for those things in my past life, I'm afraid I would have thought that Rachel was the best person in the world to me.

　　It's just a pity that I was reborn.

　　I lifted my chin in the direction of the window.

　　"Then jump, I won't stop you."

　　"If you jump from the seventh floor, you should die. What do you think, Rachel?"

　　Because in my last life, I was pushed off the seventh floor by Rachel.

　　After a very fast fall, there's severe pain.

　　Then there's the gradual loss of consciousness, and Rachel's apologetic smile.

　　She said, "I'm sorry ah Lily, I put up with you for too long."

　　"That bitch look of yours really makes me feel sick, one more look makes me want to throw up."

　　6

My fight with Rachel in front of all my classmates made it to the campus forum.

　　The title said I was a school bully, and there were hundreds of replies underneath.

　　I also saw a familiar avatar in the comments section.

　　Jocelyn did her job, like Rachel's loyal knight, emphasizing the fact that I was bullying in every reply.

　　The post was so hot that it was even seen by a school teacher.

　　Rachel and I were called in for questioning.

　　As soon as she entered the office, her eyes turned red and she started crying, the counselor asked her a couple of questions and instead I answered slowly.

　　"Bullying? Not really, I just reported her to the school about the bursary."

　　"And this kind of upright behavior should be punished?"

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　　The teachers looked at each other, "That's not what Jocelyn said."

　　Rachel opened her mouth to explain, but I blocked it.

　　"And the classmates all know that Rachel and I are close, so I just couldn't stand to see it this time."

　　"After all, a grant should go to those who need it."

　　It wasn't a secret that Rachel's eligibility for the grant had been revoked, and the counselor knew it when she checked the campus website.

　　So she changed her face a little, took her cell phone and called Jocelyn.

　　It just so happened that another teacher had to leave for something, and Rachel and I were the only ones left in the office.

　　Her fragile demeanor instantly turned somber.

　　"Lily, Do you have to hate me so much? I already apologized to you, can't you just leave me alone."

　　I smirked, holding up a finger and wagging it.

　　"No."

　　I wasn't saintly enough to let my enemies off the hook so easily.

　　Rachel bit her lip.

　　As the counselor hung up in the hallway, ready to come back, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.

　　In front of the counselor, the left side of her face was red and swollen as she cried, "Can't you talk properly, why did you hit me!"

The counselor is froze, Don't know what happened.

　　I looked at the self-directed Rachel and didn't hold back a laugh.

　　"Rachel, are you unaware that the school building has recently been renovated and refurbished, and surveillance cameras have been installed on every floor."

　　"Not so coincidentally, the hallway surveillance is right on counselor seat in the office."

　　She twisted her head incredulously.

　　Can clearly see the flashing red dot surveillance system in the corridor.

　　I looked at Rachel, whose expression stiffened.

　　"You deliberately slapped yourself and then said I did it, Rachel, can I interpret this as you trying to deliberately steer public opinion and then schoolyard bully me?"

　　7

　　I didn't even have to check the monitor myself, the counselor knew what the problem was just by seeing Rachel's expression.

　　Rachel's red, swollen side was extremely mocking.

　　She couldn't stay and ran away from the counselor's office in tears.

　　When I went back to the dormitory, I found that she did not come back.

　　Originally, I only planned to go back to my dorm room to pack up my things and then leave, but my roommates' gossipy gazes made me stay for a while and briefly say a few words.

　　They tsked twice, turned their heads and crackled and typed, wondering who they were going to share it with again.

　　I didn't really care, but downstairs in my dorm room, I was stopped by Jocelyn again.

　　He was more of a disgruntled spirit hhousemaiding me than Rachel, and didn't seem to stop until I kowtowed to Rachel and apologized.

　　There were quite a few people downstairs in the dormitory, all waiting to see what was going on.

　　"How can someone like you who bullies your classmates have the face to stay in school? Lily, I advise you to voluntarily withdraw from school."

　　Jocelyn's gaze was disgusted, "Rich kids like you who come from a golden spoon are rotten to the core."

　　I looked Jocelyn up and down, "I bully Rachel? How?"

　　"Did you call her names or did you hit her? Do you have proof?"

　　Jocelyn had a momentary pause and said stubbornly, "You know it in your heart!"

　　It was at this time that my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

　　My dad's assistant sent me a message, a photo.

　　I laughed.

　　When Jocelyn pointed at me and loudly told the people around me that I was a bully.

　　Before he opened his mouth, I shook my cell phone.

　　"Remind you of something, next time before you become a flower protector, remember to check if the flower has been picked by someone first."

　　I forwarded the message my assistant had sent me into the large grade group of several thousand people.

　　It's a picture of Rachel, red-faced, falling shyly into a man's arms.

　　"Rachel, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be this close to the bully's dad, is it?"

　　8

　　The assistant said, "My dad was originally having dinner with a partner.

　　He suddenly ran into Rachel downstairs at the office.

　　She said with an aggrieved face that she was bullied by me and wanted my dad to take care of her.

　　When she turned her head, she accidentally fell into my dad's arms and didn't say anything even though her face was red with shame.

　　Even the assistant wanted to help her, but was refused.

　　What kind of nature is my father, can I still not know?

Not a decent man, he hurriedly then took Rachel into his arms.

　　The assistant also said, my father heard Rachel was bullied by me, now even dare not go back to the dormitory.

　　He waved his hand and generously let her live in my house.

　　Now is on the way home.

　　Assistant message unceasing, begging me to hurry back.

　　"If you don't come back, you're about to lose your dad!"　

　　Jocelyn tried to stop me when I left.

　　Wide-eyed, he said, I posted Rachel's picture to the campus network has been involved in violation of the right of portrait.

　　He threatened, "If you don't retract it, I'm going to sue you for copyright infringement!"

　　I smiled slightly and gave him the middle finger.

　　"Remember to sue me for bullying Rachel by the way, I can afford the money."

　　Jocelyn jumped in anger behind me.

　　I ignored it and called my housemaid at home.

　　Because my mom was in poor health, she was usually at home recuperating.

　　When I asked my housemaid, she said my mom was in the garden watering the flowers.

　　I said, "Tell her to stop watering the flowers and pack up and get ready to go out."

　　housemaid froze: "Where are going?"

　　"I've signed my mom up for a Las Vegas tour so she can go out and have some fun."

　　That way, I can deal with Rachel.

　　Don you want to be my stepmother and be a harmonious family?

　　I can't endure the family's shame.

　　I'll be able to fulfill my revenge plan

　　9

　　When I arrived home, I saw my father leading Rachel downstairs.

　　My dad also sullenly lectured me: "Let you study ，you actually bully classmates?"

　　Rachel was blocked by him, looking at me with a few points of triumph.

　　Think you've won?

　　So stupid.

　　Did I die in my last life at the hands of such an idiot?

　　My dad added, "Rachel has been staying at our house lately, if I find out that you still dare to bully her, then you'll wait for me to punish you!"

　　I bowed my head and said I know.

　　At dinner in the evening, Rachel sat across from me.

　　My dad asked about my mom.

　　housemaid at home had long since gotten my orders and didn't tell him about my mom going out.

　　She also followed what I taught her, saying that my mom had recently changed her medication and was a little uncomfortable, and had already gone to sleep.

　　My dad frowned: "Why the sudden change of medication?"

　　housemaid stammered and didn't know what to say, I took over the topic, "The doctor said, mom is in good shape lately, so she can try another medicine."

　　Rachel suddenly came over, "Is Lilymom sick? My family member is a doctor, I can help ask."

　　My dad said, "Lilymom heart is not very good. Her was born with it, and I've been to many doctors, but it doesn't help."

Rachel seems to have something on her mind.

　　After dinner, I heard her say that she hadn't been feeling well lately and wanted to go to the drugstore to buy some medicine.

　　My dad even offered to accompany her, but was refused.

　　"None of the pharmacies in the neighborhood have any, so I'll take a taxi and go somewhere else."

　　Rachel's dad was indeed a doctor.

　　I glanced at her cell phone screen.

　　It's her asking her dad about some precautions for heart patients.

　　Then opened the takeout app.

　　In the search box, was the name of some medicine.

　　It had a completely opposite effect to the medicine that housemaid had just mentioned.

　　It prove that the first time she came to my house, she already wanted to murder after my mom.

　　Thinking of my previous life, Rachel's explicitly and implicitly asking about my mom's preferences and taboos, I smiled to myself.

　　No wonder my mom had a heart attack within a few days of Rachel staying at my house.

　　Rachel, who was the only one at home at the time, said she slept too deeply and didn't hear my mother's cries for help, and apologized to me again and again.

At that time I was still saying that it was my mom's illnesses that was not to blame of her.

　　I was actually telling the murderer that it was okay.

　　It wasn't that Rachel was too smart.

　　It was that I was too stupid trust her.

　　Stupid people with stupid methods sometimes make great things happen.

　　10.

　　Rachel's room wasn't far from mine.

　　I heard the door open and close many times during the night, as well as her light footsteps.

　　My housemaid, who sleeps in the room next to my mom's on the third floor, complained to me early in the morning.

　　"I don't know who it was last night, but it kept knocking on the door of the lady's room. Knocking, knocking, knocking, and then I came out and couldn't see anyone."

　　She looked panicked: "It's not ghosts, is it?"

　　There are no ghosts, but there are people who play tricks .

　　My mom's health is not good, so she is a light sleeper. Whenever she hears a knock on the door, she wakes up immediately, even in the middle of the night.

　　If she woke up and went back to sleep a few times, her body would definitely into exhaustion.

　　Rachel is not as stupid as I thought she was.

　　When my dad went to work, she pestered me father said.

　　And deliberately red-eyed: "I had already interviewed for a position in your company, but Lily she ......

　　Rachel sniffled: "I can't even find an internship right now, uncle, can I visit your company?"

　　My father was so distressed that he turned around and scolded me again, and then asked Rachel to arrange a job.

　　Rachel looked terrified: "No, no, uncle, I just want to take a look, I don't want to trouble you."

　　I watched the two of them go back and forth with great interest.

　　In the end, Rachel accepted my father's with great reluctance, and specifically requested that she wanted to work in the secretarial department.

　　The reason was: "To be closer to you, so I can learn from you."

　　Said my dad's cheerful, and glared back at me again.

　　I waved my hand innocently and brushed up on the campus forum.

　　Presumably Rachel was too busy counting on my own mother, who had long since left the house, and didn't have time to read the forums.

　　Didn't know she was famous.

Her boyfriend came to our school,Exposed her for cheating.

　　There are also fresh names that have popped up, and have revealed that Rachel has hooked up with herself in the past, or flirted with her own object.

　　Believability is temporarily unknown, anyway, the school leadership has received a real name report, said to clean up the personal style of students.

　　Listening to the assistant said, Rachel today even sticky my father's time, has been answering the phone, the face also becomes more and more difficult to see.

　　I gave him a video back.

　　I happened to record it yesterday, my dad and Rachel were downstairs having a good time.

　　The old man loves excitement.

　　Wouldn't hide in his room, had to be in the living room.

　　Obviously, they want to strip of their clothes, but they still have to pretend to be innocent, just hooking hands and kissing mouths.

　　I even feel ridiculous.

　　The assistant sent me a question mark.

　　I replied, "You're at the age where you should be seeing this kind of stuff, don't thank me too much oh senior."

Rachel came back with my dad and a look on her face like she was in tears.

　　I watched as she turned her phone off in hatred and shouted my name through gritted teeth while my dad was away.

　　"You think you can scare me away like that? Lily, I'm going to make you regret this."

　　I smiled slightly, "I'll see what happens."

　　11

　　housemaid called me out of the blue and said that Rachel had asked we family if they were in the habit of having late night snacks.

　　I said, "You warm up a glass of milk tonight and say it's for my mom."

　　"Remember, it must be in front of Rachel."

　　Sure enough, Rachel stole the task from her housemaid.

　　Smilingly, she persuaded her to go and rest, saying she could help her bring the milk to my mom.

　　I waited in my mom's room for a while before I heard Rachel knocking on the door.

　　She deliberately softened her voice, "mom, are you asleep?"

　　She shouted twice and where didn't answer, she opened the door herself and came in.

　　Muttering why the lights weren't on, Rachel fumbled with the wall trying to find the light switch.

I quietly opened the window.

　　I locked the door as Rachel turned on the light.

　　Her eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"

　　Rachel tried to plead for help and I said lightly, "Guess if my dad was faster to run upstairs and save you, or if I pushed you off the third floor?"

　　She glanced out the window in horror, the height of nearly ten meters made Rachel lose her voice instantly, she asked me in a shaky voice, "What do you want?"

　　"Nothing."

I picked up the hot milk to said Rachel ."You're so nice to my mom that you bring her milk?"

　　Against Rachel's anxious eyes, I held the milk up to her.

　　"Too bad my mom doesn't like spiked milk, you can drink it yourself."

　　I grabbed Rachel by the neck and poured a full glass of hot milk into her mouth.

　　Her collar was wet from the struggle, and as she covered her chest in a fit of coughing, I threw the glass away with my hand, splinters erupting.

　　Rachel takes this opportunity to rush to the door of her room, shakily unscrewing the lock and flashing me a twisted grin.

　　"Lily, you wait to die."

　　"These are the proof, guess what your dad will do to you?"

　　I watched her roll and run down the stairs before calling the police.

　　"Hello, there's a break-in at my house, please come and take care of it."

　　12

　　My dad raised his hand to slap me when the police arrived.

　　My dad froze and let go of his hand in the air.

　　"Who called the police?"

　　"I did."

　　I pointed to Rachel, "She's trespassing in my house, and I can't get her out."

　　Rachel was dumbfounded: "You're lying!"

　　She said eagerly, "My uncle let me stay here temporarily, how can it be trespassing?"

　　The policeman coughed, "Ma'am, why don't you go change your clothes?"

　　Rachel really didn't look too good right now.

　　After being ravaged by me on the third floor, her hair was a mess.

　　And because she wanted to preserve the evidence, the neckline of her clothes were now covered with dried and milk-smelling stains, and she was in a sorry state.

　　She was still trying to argue.

　　I smiled, "But I own this house. My dad invited you , not me."

　　My dad sank his voice and shouted my name threateningly.

　　I wasn't the least bit flustered and looked over at him with my hands clasped.

"By the way, my mom said that the lawyers are already drawing up the divorce contract. According to your prenuptial agreement in the first place, Dad, you might not get anything.

　　My dad instantly panicked, "How can that be!"

　　He started calling my mom.

　　Unfortunately, she turned off her cell phone a long time ago, so there was no way to get in touch with her.

　　The policeman didn't seem to expect this to unfold, so he looked around and then asked Rachel, "Do you want us to drive you back?"

　　Rachel gritted her teeth, "No need! I'll take a cab back to school myself!"

　　Unfortunately, because of her previous personal style problems, she had already been discouraged from school.

　　A few days ago, she scolded the school leadership with a hard-on: "Who cares about your stupid school? When I marry into a rich family, you'll all be begging me on your knees!"

　　A few days later, she squatted in front of the school on a night that was less than ten degrees and called the leaders, begging them to let her into the dormitory.

　　She was wearing only a nightgown and a jacket that a soft-hearted police sister put on for her.

　　She waited with her until very late at night until the school leaders were called up from their sleep.

　　And woke up the janitor too, before opening the door for Rachel.

But I, for one, I like Enjoy watching the chaotic scene.

　　I thoughtfully bought tickets for both Rachel's parents and boyfriend and invited them to confrontation.

　　13

　　Later, my roommate told me that Rachel's mom came to the school early in the morning.

　　Forced the dormitory management to open the door of the dormitory, directly pulled Rachel's hair and dragged her out of bed, slapped her hard two slaps.

　　In front of a group of melon eating students, scolded her cheap disgrace, reading to the dog's stomach to go.

　　Rachel's boyfriend is also not willing to show weakness, the Rachel cheating evidence out, so that Rachel will be in love during all the expenses back to him.

　　Her mother where to be willing to directly scold Rachel's boyfriend.

　　The two sides quarreled.

　　Rachel itself in the school fame is not small, thanks to them, even higher.

　　I heard that Jocelyn still want to help Rachel.

　　As a result, when he stood in Rachel's way and scolded her boyfriend for her, Rachel directly flipped out.

　　"That's my boyfriend, who are you to scold him!"

　　Even if I wasn't there, I can imagine how funny that scene was.

　　My roommate lamented, "Crazy humans don't come around very often, but today I got to see a bunch of them at once, so it was cool."

"By the way Lily, the person who rumored that you were a bully in school apologized to you in a post today. She said she shouldn't believed what Rachel said."

　　The name she, I have a slight memory of it.

　　In my past life, when Rachel and my dad's affair came to light, there were a lot of people who said she was cheap and shameless.

　　This friend of Rachel's refuted them all for her.

　　But I heard that it didn't end well for her.

　　Rachel stole her experimental data in order to graduate with high grades, and there were rumors that she was stealing.

　　She was subjected to campus violence and ended up regretfully dropping out.

　　I don't know her and have no dealings with her.

　　But looking at her now, she won't be wrecked by Rachel .

　　It's interesting how the Rachel thing wrapped up.

　　Because of Jocelyn, her parents and boyfriend quickly formed a team and pointed their fingers at Jocelyn.

　　They said that Jocelyn was directed against against Rachel, and her boyfriend yelled that he was injured by Jocelyn and wanted her to pay for it.

If not for the school leadership, afraid Jocelyn will be blackmailed by Rachel's parents.

　　I heard that Jocelyn people are almost broken, die of unchanging nature to ask Rachel in the end whether he ever liked him.

　　As a result, Rachel's boyfriend was punched in the face, and both went to the police station.

　　14

　　Rachel asked my dad for help halfway through the process, but unfortunately he couldn't take care of her.

　　My mom had decided to get a divorce, and the lawyer had prepared the divorce papers.

　　He made a scene to see my mom and asked me to put in a good word for him.

　　He even threatened me with the company.

　　"Lily, you don't want the company to fall into someone else's hands, do you?"

　　I looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

　　Then the early board vote.

　　With my mom's and grandpa's shares in hand, I became the company's largest shareholder.

　　My dad was dumbfounded.

　　His assistant looked at him and then at me.

　　Silently, he moved to my side.

　　I smiled and said, "Sorry dad, the company had to end up in my hands."

　　My dad seemed to be shattered as well.

　　He was removed from his position and spent all day at home getting drunk.

　　I hated the smell and had someone throw him and his stuff out.

　　When he came to the door in a rage and said I was unfilial, I pretended to be puzzled: "Didn't you say that at your age, you could live anywhere?"

　　My dad's face turned red with anger: "When did I say that!"

　　I turned the pen in my hand and signed my name on the document with panache.

　　"In a previous life."

　　After my mom died, when he wanted to remarry Rachel.

　　When I didn't approve, he threatened to cut off my living expenses and leave me to fend for myself.

　　"You're a grown man anyway. You can support yourself with anything."

　　He froze all my bank cards and called all the businesses I knew well, not allowing me to join them.

　　He forced me to bow down and apologize to him.

　　Even after Rachel pushed me down, he just said in a light tone.

　　"Why do it yourself, it's safer to spend some money and get someone else to do it."

　　My dad deserved what happened to him.

　　15

　　A long time later, I saw Rachel again.

　　But in a live broadcast.

　　There were a few heavily made-up girls crammed into a small room, all dressed very slim and tight.

　　Once someone swiped a gift, a girl would rush out and dance hot.

　　When I clicked into the live stream, it happened to be Rachel on the stage.

　　She had lost a lot of weight, and her ill-fitting short sleeves couldn't cover a scar on her arm.

　　Someone in the comment section said her story.

　　"My boyfriend is a domestic abuser, and he's been hospitalized before. Also forced her to come out to do live broadcasting to make money, or else to break up."

　　There are also people who do not understand: "Then split ah, this kind of boyfriend still stay why?"

　　"I've tried to persuade her, but she won't do it., I loves him."

　　I paused and typed.

　　"It's not because of love, it's just because she doesn't want to go back to a life of misery."

　　Who would want to go back to a life of misery after enjoying a life of prosperity?

I don't really care if someone contradicts me.　　

I'll keep an eye on her miserable life.

　　Even if she's living such a miserable life now, I don't want her to get any benefits .

　　I hold a grudge.