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?

I shook off his hand, tears welling up in my eyes.

His behavior just now was definitely not something a normal person would do.

I hurriedly got up and tried to run outside, but he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Leonard begged me not to run out like this. He pointed to the bruises on my neck and said, "If you leave like this, Lily will see the marks and she’ll definitely tell my mother. My mother thinks I’m fine, but if she sees you like this, she’ll be very worried."

What do you mean everything is fine?

I took a deep breath and said, "Leonard, tell me the truth. What happened to you just now?"

Leonard held me in his arms and looked at the marks on my neck with a distressed expression.

He explained that he had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder.

There had been no recurrences in the past few years, so he had stopped taking his medication.

"I don't know what happened just now. But the doctor said that even though my condition is well-controlled, I still need to be careful not to get too excited. Maybe I was a little too excited last night."

I cursed in my heart, "damn it, it wasn’t just a little."

Looking at Leonard's expression, it seemed as if he had never seen a woman in his life.

I had thought about it before. Leonard was handsome and tall, wealthy, with a gentle personality.

If such a good man didn't have some physical or psychological problems, would Grace have pushed him towards us?

However, compared to being innately perverted, a psychological problem caused by stress-induced trauma seemed a bit more manageable.

I turned around and looked into Leonard's eyes. After a while, I said, "Look, does the wound on my neck look like a curve in Euclidean space?"

Leonard's eyes lit up, he hugged me and kissed my neck.

At that moment, my cell phone rang.

It was Ivy. She called to wish me a happy wedding and said she would come to see me with her boyfriend Evan later.

I knew that she would be eager to see her "own masterpiece."

She would probably hope to see me tortured by Leonard, unable to get out of bed, with my body covered in bruises.

I hung up the phone and looked at Leonard with twinkling eyes.

I said, if you don’t want me to tell Grace, I can let you off this time, but don’t ever do it again.