Both my dad and mom were top biologists in the country.

In one night, everything changed; my parents died in a car accident.

I was adopted by an uninsured man.

My sister, on the other hand, was fortunate enough to enter the famous Burns family.

Clever as she is, my sister thought she could win over the wealthy young master and achieve her dream life.

However, the wealthy young master, Jason, was only interested in me.

Burning with jealousy, my sister even held me and jumped into the river.

1

I was reborn and returned to the day of my adoption.

In the principal's office at the university.

My sister immediately knelt before Mr. Martin, the uninsured man who survived by scavenging.

"Dad, my dear dad. From now on, I am willing to serve you!"

Mr. Martin was deeply moved.

Excited, he helped up my beautiful and "kind-hearted" sister.

My sister leaned close to my ear and secretly told me, "My dear sister, you're done for.

"This time, the protagonist of our lives will be me!"

But I could only laugh inwardly.

Life has never relied on being born into the right family...

Since my sister chose the Martin family, I became the daughter of the Burns family.

In my previous life, Jason Burns from the Burns family saw through my sister's "tricks."

He believed that my sister was a "hypocritical scheming bitch" who loved money above all else.

My sister used every trick in the book to win over Jason.

But all she got in return was Jason's endless disdain and revenge.

Jason was most attracted to the diligent efforts of a poor, innocent girl.

Therefore, he was especially fond of me until the day he swore to marry me.

My sister was deeply unwilling, leading to the scene of her holding me and jumping into the river.

Having been reborn, Jason directed all the "treatment" he had for my sister onto me.

"Norah, don't think I can't see through your tricks.

"You're trying your best to take on the Burns family surname, hoping to win over me.

"Don't even think about it. I, Jason, am a brand you can't afford."

I smiled lightly.

Jason had begun to see me as the same kind of woman as my sister.

I replied, "Bro, compared to cheap brands,

"I prefer street vendor goods.

"They're comfortable to wear!"

Jason was furious.

His dislike for me deepened.

He became even more relentless in his attacks against me.

Jason brought his subordinates, the hooligans, to our department.

One of the female hooligans grabbed my beautiful long hair.

A male hooligan's malicious fist made me cough up blood.

Yet, Jason showed no intention of stopping.

Instead, he turned his attention to my side.

That was my biological sister, Rose Martin.

In this life, she took Mr. Martin's surname.

So, we sisters had different surnames - one Burns, one Martin.

Rose struck the most beautiful pose, sweating profusely.

She swung the mop quickly, continuously wiping the floor in front of the doorway.

With a face full of pity, and even traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh coldly.

Rose understood too well.

Was it really necessary to put on such a show for just mopping the floor?

Besides, her turned face was perfectly aimed at Jason.

Clearly, she was putting on a show for Jason.

His sweat seemed to have dripped from running two laps on the playground.

And why was she crying over mopping the floor?

Everything was done to win Jason over.

Rose is imitating my past life.

However, I walked with my heart.

While she is mimicking my "form"!

But the effect is still good.

Jason has developed a sense of pity for her.

Just like in my past life, Jason had feelings for me, until he fell deeply in love.

Yet, the Jason who loved me like a treasure in my past life.

Is now the most intense villain in this battle.

"Rose, there are cleaning ladies. Why do you have to do this kind of rough work?"

Rose lowered her head at an angle.

And her tears fell like beads.

"Jason, you don't understand.

"My father's income is too meager.

"I need to do more work to provide some extra income for her father.

"Only then can I give my father more nutrition, so he can be healthier and live longer."

A wave of nausea surged in my heart.

I know Rose the best.

Rose's greed is unimaginable to normal people.

When there's good food or fun, she always takes it first.

With Mr. Martin, she'd probably drain his blood dry, right?

And still say she's providing nutrition for her father?

What a load of nonsense!

But Jason believes her.

It's simply because Rose is too good at playing her part.

Rose and I are not in the same department.

In the whole school, with so many floors and corridors.

Why does she have to come to our department to wave a mop?

It's simply to put on a show in front of Jason.

Rose's acting skills are indeed very strong.

She has finally achieved the effect she idealized.

"Rose, don't be so wronged."

"I'll help you solve the nutrition problem with Mr. Martin."

As he spoke, Jason lovingly took Rose's hand.

Yet Rose timely pulled her arm away.

I have to admit, this move of retreating to advance was played too well.

In my past life, she was too clear about her goal with Jason.

Which made Jason lose interest in her.

Now, she is deliberately teasing Jason's appetite.

Making Jason curious about her while not allowing him to get close easily.

Rose said, "Jason, I have to go back to take care of my father.

"And there's a lot of homework to review."

Jason hurriedly said, "Then let me drive you home."

"My family's driver just parked outside the school gate."

Rose neither objected nor agreed.

Instead, she took the lead and walked outside.

As she left, Rose turned and flicked her long hair back.

Her hair was so well-maintained, so shiny and firm.

Coupled with her swan-like neck, it truly is a beautiful sight.

Only I could see the disdain in Rose's eyes directed at me.

While to Jason, it was full of allure.

Jason seemed enchanted, closely following her out.

I looked at the mop discarded by Rose, wet and dirty.

Rose had finished her act, naturally tossing the mop aside.

...

I am also a girl, of course, I know.

To maintain hair and neck like Rose, it surely requires a significant investment.

Probably all the money Mr. Martin had on hand was spent by Rose.

Moreover, Jason provided Mr. Martin with nutrition money.

But it's highly likely that Rose has pocketed it.

Besides, I know Rose well.

Every day, she spends her time taking selfies with her phone and in front of the mirror.

When has she ever put her mind to studying?

Her so-called studying is merely to gain Jason's favor...

At this moment, I felt very embarrassed.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

Just as I was about to walk out, a man's voice called out to me.

"Hey, Norah, right?

"Is your health okay?

"Do you need me to accompany you to the hospital?"

I turned my head.

I saw that the big boy was handing me a clean white handkerchief.

It was Riley Hart.

He is the top student in our department.

In my impression, although Riley comes from a poor family, he studies very hard.

I reached out and took the "kindness" Riley offered me.

I gratefully said, "Thank you!"

I still remember that in my previous life, it was Rose who fought with Jason.

At that time, she was also beaten, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Similarly, Riley had handed a handkerchief to Rose (back then, she was still called Rose Burns).

However, Rose had scolded Riley harshly.

She said, "Get lost, you poor boy.

"It was just my fiance messing around with me."

At that time, Rose had not yet given up on the idea of becoming Jason's wife.

Riley was very clever.

He knew that Rose was always dreaming unrealistic dreams.

After that, Riley never spoke another word to Rose.

Moreover, I saw Riley throw that handkerchief into the trash can.

I knew that although Riley was stubborn and proud, his family was indeed very poor.

He relied on scholarships to barely pay his tuition fees.

Usually, to save money, he tried to eat as little as possible.

This made his once strong physique become increasingly thin.

I used the handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth.

Looking at the handkerchief stained red with blood, I felt that I owed this good guy Riley a considerable favor.

I said, "Mr. Hart, the handkerchief is dirty."

"I'll wash it and return it to you when I get back."

Riley didn't say much but turned to leave.

He just threw back, "No need.

"A dirty handkerchief can just be thrown away."

Maybe Riley felt there was no need for excessive communication between him and someone like me, a "young lady."

We are people from two different worlds.

Since there's nothing in common, there's no need to say much.

...

In the evening, I dragged my embarrassed body back home.

When I sat at the dining table with my dad, mom, and brother, Dad put a piece of fresh fish in his mouth.

He said, "Jason, after all, Norah is your sister."

"When playing around with your sister, be careful with the scale."

Jason just responded with a "Hey."

He didn't even bother to look at me.

In Jason's eyes, I was still that "materialistic woman" who sought his identity and wealth.

And the Burns family's impression of me was merely that of an orphan who had risen to wealth.

The reason the Burns family "welcomed" me into their home was just for the title of a "philanthropist."