2

In my past life, I never could understand.

Su Bingqian was just Su Hao's cousin, not even a real sister.

Why did he help her fabricate lies?

Was it for money?

But my money was always at his disposal.

Perhaps I was too love-struck.

But, Su Hao and I met when we were at our lowest, back then I was weak and unwell, both physically and mentally. He was always there, pulling me out from my original family, which felt like hell to me.

I don't understand.

Su Hao treated me well.

But that kindness always turned strange when it involved Su Bingqian.

He always told me, "It was Bingqian's father who saved my dad, which is why her dad passed away."

"We must treat Little Qian well."

I listened.

Everything I had, Su Bingqian could have a share of.

Even when going out to have fun, I would think of her.

So I still couldn't understand why they would want to harm me like this.

But none of it matters anymore.

In fact, I had already earned enough money.

It was just that I wanted to buy a house for Su Hao and me, buy the car he liked, and also worried about Su Bingqian's future. That's why I aimed for the national authors' competition.

Though I couldn't stand the harsh online comments and always asked Su Hao to post for me, I occasionally wanted to surprise him, so I had registered an author account two years ago to save up for his car.

Nobody knew about this.

I calmly announced that I would not participate in the authors' competition.

Although my best friend was somewhat surprised, she ultimately offered her blessings.

She smiled and said, "That's good too, you've been too exhausted these years. Let's go out and have some fun."

I nodded casually.

But I didn't expect that after I posted my travel photos on social media, Su Bingqian would urgently call me.

Her voice was especially sharp and piercing over the phone.

"Sis, why did you go on a trip?"

"Aren't you going to join the national authors' competition?"

"Are you crazy?"