Virtual and Real: When I Decided to Leave

My mother was the beloved female supporting character in a high society romance novel, and I was her child.

The male lead's father had pampered me since I was young and even wants his son to have a betrothal arranged with me.

I looked coldly at the pair of father and son in front of me, who seemed to be cut from the same mold. "My mother fell for you once, so I'm going to fall for your son?"

No way!

......

This weekend I read a heart-wrenching romance novel that had me fuming.

The male lead, despite clearly loving the female lead, kept finding substitutes.

Eventually, he fell in love with one of those substitutes.

And the female lead ended up marrying him and having a child.

I was so angry that I couldn't sleep all night!

When I was about to delete it, I accidentally entered the plot.

I became the daughter of the female lead supporting character.

The first thing I did was tell my mother, "I like girls."

After that, my mother dragged me to the hospital for an examination, and the doctor said I might have been traumatized.

My mother remembered, "Last night, she saw the boy she liked kissing another girl."

I was speechless.

I didn't recall this part of the plot!

The doctor sighed and said solemnly, "Young people, don't be too single-minded. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Why be obsessed with just one?"

I replied indifferently, "So I like flowers, beautiful women, and pretty girls."

My mother quickly covered my mouth and looked at the doctor pleadingly, "Doctor, prescribe something!"

The doctor had never encountered a patient like me and ultimately prescribed a few bottles of tranquilizers and brain supplements.

Let me to be more open-minded.

I slouched in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

Only when I had a clear mind, I didn't want to fall for Jason.

The original owner, Nora, was a love-struck person, even more beautiful than her mother.

With a melon seed face, lotus-like eyes, and porcelain-white skin like fine jade.

She had a soft personality, like a marshmallow, making people unable to resist getting close.

The little girl was good in everything, except for her brain.

She loved Jason.

He was just like his father, also having a lover from young age.

But it was not me.

Father and son were playing Russian nesting dolls.

My mom just got out of the hospital. While she was driving, I opened the car door and jumped out to escape.

But I knew she would definitely send someone to find me.

I would run as far as I can.

However, just as I arrived at my grandfather's house, Jason's Lamborghini came up behind me.

He slammed the car door and said in a harsh tone, "Are you crazy to run around with an illness?"

I cursed back, "You're the one who's crazy!"

Lamborghini frowned and hesitated before speaking, "I heard that you were stimulated?"

I crossed my arms and looked disgusted, "Yes, I saw you kissing Sasha, it's so disgusting, ugh."

Jason widened his eyes and slowly walked over, his hand pressed against my forehead.

"When did I kiss her? Are you possessed?"

"My eyes are good enough, I can see clearly."

"Move your hand!"

I pushed his hand away and walked into the yard.

My grandfather lived in a quadrangle courtyard. Didn't judge by its appearance, it was a hidden paradise inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw a large grape trellis with green leaves swaying in the wind, very pleasant.

Walking further in, under the grape trellis, there was a square stone table made of pure stone, with two stone chairs next to it. My grandfather was sitting there playing chess.

"Grandpa!" I called out.

The old man looked up, smiled and called me, "Nora, you're here."

His gaze passed over me and saw Jason. He quickly waved and said, "Jason, come over and play chess. I've been waiting for you to come back from the bathroom for a long time!"

I turned around in a daze, Jason didn't know how to play chess.

Jason was also stunned. "Grandpa, I don't know how to play chess."

The three of us looked at each other in silence.

Grandpa came back to his senses and threw the chess pieces in his hand onto the table, cursing loudly, "It's that guy again!"