My sister and I accidentally rescued a rich woman from a car accident.

Knowing our family was struggling financially, she offered us a life-changing opportunity to show her gratitude.

One of us could marry her only son and inherit the family business, while the other would receive a direct reward of five million dollars.

My sister couldn't wait to choose that young man and even dumped the boyfriend she had been engaged to.

In her view, a young billionaire husband was far more valuable than a mere five million.

But what she didn't expect was that the seemingly taciturn man was actually a paranoid psychopath. Within a year, he tortured her to the point where life became a living hell, leading to a mental breakdown.

I took the five million dollars to study abroad, earned several degrees, and returned to start a business. I caught up with trends, met influential people, and my business boomed, attracting many talented suitors.

When I opened my eyes again, my sister and I were sitting in front of Grace Wells.

She had a gentle look and a smile on her face. On one side was her handsome, quiet son, and on the other side, a check for five million dollars.

"Ivy, Elaine, who of you two will choose first?"

This time, my sister raised her hand without hesitation and pointed directly at the check.

At that moment, I knew she had been reborn too.

"Ivy, Elaine, I am straightforward, so I won't beat around the bush. This is my only son, Leonard Wells. He was injured as a child, making him introverted and quiet. He has no interest in running the family business. So, I want to choose one of you to marry him and be my successor. The other will receive 5 million dollars. "

When Grace smiled and asked Ivy and me what we would choose, memories of my past life flooded back.

"I am born again!" I thought.

In my previous life, the last scene I saw was the plain white wall of a mental hospital as Ivy, with disheveled hair, pushed me off a seventh-floor balcony.

The impact was heavy, and I could almost hear the sound of blood and brain matter rushing out of my ears, mixed with Ivy's crazy roar,

"Why, Elaine? Why do you get to live such a good life and be successful? This luck should have been mine. I made the wrong choice, and you got the better deal!"

Ivy blamed all her misfortunes on me, but in our previous life, she had chosen to marry Grace's son, even dumping her boyfriend.

Who would have known that the seemingly gentle Mr. Wells was actually a perverted and paranoid maniac? On their wedding night, he tied her to the bed and lectured her about Lagrange's laws all night long.

If she got a question wrong, he would pull out a fingernail.

The next night, it was Newton and Leibniz. Get one wrong, and she'd lose a tooth.

Ivy told me all this hysterically when she was sent to a mental hospital.

Initially, I felt sympathy and wanted to help her escape her suffering.

But I didn't expect that her greatest pain wasn't from the abuse and torture but from the fact that I didn't suffer as she did and lived a much better life.

Driven by unbridled jealousy, she disregarded our blood relationship and pushed me off a building!

In this new life, sitting in front of Grace and Mr. Wells, my palms were filled with cold sweat.

I swore that this time, I would never care about Ivy's fate, nor would I visit her in the mental hospital.

I would study abroad, start a business, make a fortune, and take our grandmother abroad to enjoy her remaining years.

As expected, Ivy raised her hand first.

She always did.

She competed with me for everything in our poor family with limited resources.

I've always been easy-going and humble.

But this time, I held the information advantage and watched everything calmly.

"Grace, I have a boyfriend now, so you should leave such an excellent person like Mr. Wells to my sister. I want the 5 million dollars."

My heart trembled.

I knew Ivy's character too well: she was greedy, arrogant, and unwilling to endure hardship.

The five million would be squandered quickly in her hands. How could it be more attractive than being the wife of a wealthy man?

But this time, she didn't even glance at Mr. Wells. She just stared greedily at the check.

She leaned over to me, took the check with one hand, and whispered in my ear, "Elaine, this time, it's your turn to suffer."

I understood in an instant that she had also been reborn.

Before I died in my previous life, I heard a heavy thud beside my ear—it was Ivy's body hitting the ground right after mine.

She had decided to die with me, her hatred so deep that she wanted to take me with her.

Now, Ivy took the initiative once again, grabbing the immediate cash benefits and trying her best to match me with Mr. Wells.

"I heard that Mr. Wells rarely socializes and loves mathematics. My sister Elaine is also a straight-A student. I believe they must have a lot in common."

She wanted me to marry Leonard?

To become the plaything of her perverted husband from her previous life while she took the five million and lived a carefree life?

I was reborn, not amnesiac.

Seizing the opportunity, I snatched the check from her hand.

I returned it to Grace with respect.

"Grace, thank you and Mr. Wells for your kindness. But we cannot accept such a valuable gift. Although our family isn't well off, Grandma taught us to be down-to-earth and kind. Saving you that day was just a simple act of kindness, so you're welcome."

After saying that, I stood up and glanced at Mr. Wells, who was sitting silently beside me.

To be honest, he was incredibly handsome. If it weren't for my rebirth, no one would believe that behind his refined appearance lay such a twisted mind.

Ivy thought she had control over the script of this twisted tale, planning to take advantage of me and push me into the fire pit.

Then let’s all give up something.

"Elaine, are you stupid?"

Ivy scolded me when we got home. "Grace is worth tens of billions, and Mr. Wells is her only son. He’s introverted and not good at socializing. He can't manage a company. It’s clear that Grace wants to pass all her property to a trustworthy woman. Why would you give up such a good opportunity?"

She urged me, "Elaine, even if you don’t consider us, think about Grandma. We’ve been without parents since we were young, and it was Grandma who raised us with great difficulty. Don’t you want to create a better life for her in her later years?"

I smiled and said, "I'll graduate next year. I'm confident I can find a good job and take care of Grandma. I will not marry him. If you don’t want to give up, why don’t you choose to marry Leonard?"

"Aren’t you making things difficult for me?" Ivy looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You know that Evan and I have been together for almost a year. Would I betray Evan just to be with Leonard? Grace gave us three more days to think about it. Elaine, just agree to marry Mr. Wells, please!"

She made it sound as if she wasn’t the one who dumped her boyfriend in her previous life.

But just as I kicked Ivy out of my room, something happened to Grandma.

She suddenly fainted while closing her stall at night and was rushed to the hospital in critical condition.

The doctor said it was a cerebral infarction caused by acute allergies, accompanied by complications from her long-term diabetes. But they couldn’t identify the allergen that triggered it.

When Grandma fell ill, Ivy was the only one by her side.

Only Ivy knew what she had eaten...

The cost of the intensive care unit was six thousand dollars a day. By the third day of my grandmother's stay, my only savings of twenty thousand dollars had been used up.

I couldn’t get through to Ivy on the phone, so I sent her a message saying that I was going to sign a gift agreement with Grace.

Sure enough, she showed up at the coffee shop where we had agreed to meet on time.

I agreed to marry Grace's son Leonard, and Ivy was satisfied to receive five million dollars, but the condition was that she had to use half of the money to treat our grandmother's illness.

Ivy readily agreed. Rather than being unhappy about losing half of her money, I believe she was happier to see the miserable state I would be in after marrying Leonard.

A week later, Grandma was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward and was out of danger.

Leonard and I got our marriage certificate and moved into the villa that Grace bought for us.

On my wedding night, I laid out a whiteboard, pens, and a stack of advanced mathematics textbooks that I had prepared in advance.

When Leonard came out of the bathroom, his face turned as pale as frost.

I felt a little pleased with myself.

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously,

"What are you going to do?"

Possibly because I had set the temperature in the bedroom too high,

He walked to the bedside, picked up a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

I lay on the mattress, sitting like a well-behaved student, tilting my head and looking at him calmly. "Of course, let’s play some exciting games that only adults are qualified to play—calculus."

Calculus.

Leonard frowned even more tightly as he watched me eagerly walk to the whiteboard and write a bunch of f(x) equations.

"Where should we start?" I paused and blinked at him. "Partial equations? Differential equations? Or limit derivatives? Newton and Leibniz are all entry-level. How about I give you some more difficult ones? Yang-Mills existence and mass gap hypothesis, or Navier-Stokes equations. Have you read them?"

However, the next second, these vicious numerical formulas from my mouth were fiercely sealed by two warm lips!

"No...wait!"

I didn't understand the situation at all.

I pulled myself away from his soft, aggressive kiss and took a breath. "Leonard, this isn't how your wedding night should be!"

He wrapped his strong arms around me and looked at me with affectionate eyes.

"Do you know how sexy it is when you say the Navier-Stokes equation? I just want to study the limiting negative distance deviation with you now."

Limit?

Negative...negative distance?

Oh my goodness!

On the morning after my wedding, I woke up in Leonard's tight embrace.

He was probably too tired from last night and hadn’t woken up yet.

The sunlight filtered through the gap in the clear white curtains and fell on his thick eyelashes,

causing a slight tremor with his breath.

My face flushed as I recalled every detail of last night, feeling confused.

Is Leonard the pervert that Ivy mentioned?

Although he was a bit crazy and perverted when he tormented me last night,

he would kiss me tenderly, listen carefully to my feelings, and considerately carry me to the bathroom to wash up afterward.

Apart from the fact that his rhythm seemed to follow the Fibonacci sequence, it didn’t seem as terrible as Ivy said, right?

Could it be that he saw that I was well-prepared, so he let me off on purpose to test my background?

I slowly pulled out my multi-functional self-defense bag from under the pillow and checked the pepper spray, Swiss Army knife, stun gun, and other items inside.

At that moment, Leonard suddenly opened his eyes. I forced a smile and said "Good morning" to him.

I forced a smile on my face and said "Good morning" to him.

But I didn’t expect Leonard to suddenly pounce on me like a madman, his eyes red, his hands tightly gripping my neck!

"I’m not, I’m not trash! If you dare say that again, I’ll kill you!"

"If you dare say that again, I'll kill you!"

I was stunned by his sudden attack and fell backward, my hands tightly clasped around Leonard’s wrists. "No, don’t... Leonard, let go...let go..."

"no, no..."

"Leonard, let go...let go..."

Just when I thought I was about to be strangled to death, he suddenly seemed to snap back to his normal self.

He picked me up, but I was coughing so hard I could barely breathe.

"Elaine, I...I just..."

"Don't touch me!"

I was still in shock. How could I dare let him touch me?