Summer weather was fickle. A light rain had fallen that morning, but now it had stopped.

She stepped out of the car and walked toward the house. Garden plants glistened with moisture, carrying a sweet, rain-washed freshness.

The strikingly beautiful woman glided lightly down her garden path, gave a slight nod to the maids tending the greenery, and slipped inside.

Not a word passed her lips. Her gaze remained cool. Yet the maids buzzed with quiet joy and excitement.

"Young Miss is back."

"Yes—*that’s* her."

"She’s found herself again."

"Thank goodness."

Qin Yue shed her coat, changed into soft loungewear, and sank into the plush sofa with a sigh.

Once, she’d been fiercely proud. She’d taken the family reins young, steering the conglomerate with sharp decisions and an iron will, building an illustrious reputation.

Once, after wearing black stockings to the office, someone whispered behind her back: "the world’s most beautiful black widow."

But Qin Yue was never truly a "widow." She’d poured her whole life into the business since childhood. So when *that girl* appeared—her first crush, her first love—she crumbled completely.

During those days, she was unrecognizable. To shield her pure romance from corporate ruthlessness, Qin Yue adopted a "think less" rule. She became a full-grown naive, airheaded sweetheart.

She never imagined the girl who stole her heart was just a manipulative little gold-digger.

After the truth surfaced, Qin Yue endured a brief, sharp grief—then woke up.

The naive sweetheart was dead. The iron-willed CEO had returned.

She set the trap herself. Left the girl drowning in millions of debt, plummeting from heaven to hell.

Yet her own wounds didn’t heal.

In the quiet ache of depression, the doctor’s words echoed:

"Compensatory therapy. If you obtain what you’ve longed for but never had… recovery may follow."

Longed for but never had? *Really?* After all that dating—never even a taste of sweetness. Absurd.

Qin Yue lifted her phone and typed a new message.

[.] : I know you can’t repay it. But I’ll consider… another way for you to settle the debt.

……………

What does this mean?! What’s happening?!

Bai Ningning panicked, flinging the scorching phone onto the bed.

"I’m sorry the original owner scammed you—money, feelings, everything. But I can’t… I can’t *do that* with you."

In her past life, she’d lived twenty-plus years as a shut-in otaku. Zero real experience. But her theoretical knowledge? Maxed out. Kinks? Infinite. Totally normal.

Bottom line: Bai Ningning saw right through the scheme.

"No way I’m agreeing to *that*," she muttered, tiny white teeth clenched. "Absolutely not!"

She wouldn’t sleep with anyone—not even a gorgeous older sister. She… she…

*Not yet!* Zero mental prep!

Unbelievable! She was still basically a kid. Yeah, her chest was generous—but look at this middle-schooler face! How could anyone *go there*?

She huffed, scolding the empty air, then slumped back weakly.

But… two point five million. *Two point five million.*

Her cherry lips trembled. Her heart, tucked beneath soft curves, twisted in pain.

"Until the world ends~ Until the world ends~"

Ugh—hallucinating lyrics? That’s how deep the hurt ran.

After a beat, Bai Ningning blinked. Not a hallucination. Her phone was ringing.

"Hello?"

As long as it wasn’t face-to-face, her voice held steady.

"Hey, Big White Ball! We’re grabbing next semester’s textbooks at the mall. Want us to snag a set for you?"

From her predecessor’s memories: Guan Qian. Her freshman-year dormmate. Later moved out after linking up with a rich, elegant older sister—but stayed close with the roomies.

"Big White Ball" was their nickname for her.

"No thanks," Bai Ningning paused. "Actually… why *do* you call me that?"

The original owner never asked. Never cared.

"Duh," Guan Qian laughed. "Check your collar right now. Loose? Any buttons?"

"Loose. No buttons."

Sleepwear, obviously. Buttons? Popped clean off by her swelling white orbs.

These white orbs—like the Archon in *StarCraft*: chant "Unstoppable!" on merge. How could a tiny button stand a chance?

"Now look down. Count three seconds."

Bai Ningning glanced down. Her mind short-circuited. All eloquence vanished. Only one word remained—

BIG. BIG. BIG.

Second second—

WHITE. WHITE. WHITE.

Third second—

ROUND. ROUND. ROUND.

"Get it now?"

"…Yeah."

"Anyway!" Guan Qian switched to gossip mode. "That girl from next class? Total mess."

"What happened?"

"Bragged about being rich. Everything was bought on loan. Now she’s on the credit blacklist. Can’t board trains, check into hotels—anywhere needing ID. Spent summer break sobbing at the dorm gate, begging the auntie to let her in."

Bai Ningning shuddered. "How much did she owe?"

"Only a few hundred thousand."

*Only?* Then her 2.5 million…?

"Gotta run! See you next semester, Big White Ball!"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Bai Ningning dropped the phone. Her face went pale.

If the older sister enforced the debt… living hell.

But if she went tonight, alone… would *that* be hell too…?

She furrowed her delicate brows, thinking hard.

Maybe not. Never tried it, but heard it only hurts for a second.

*Just one second.*

So—she looked like a soft, blushing girl. But inside? A tough guy’s soul.

Afraid of pain?

Please. She’d survived a car crash. Was she scared of a little "collision" with *you*, big sister?

Teeth clenched. Decision made.

Go.