Chapter 3My Rich Boyfriend's Secret

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in the same hospital where I first met Ethan, having fainted from low blood sugar.

Seeing Ethan sweetly calling me "sis" this and "sis" that, I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head.

This life, I'm going to get back that $5 million that's rightfully mine!

Others who are reborn seek revenge, but not me. I just want the money.

Sure enough, in this life Ethan did the same as before, claiming to have amnesia and falling in love with me at first sight.

Looking at his chiseled, devastatingly handsome face, I could practically see the words "$5 million" written on it.

I rubbed my hands together gleefully and brought him home.

Luckily, everything in this life proceeded smoothly along the same path as before.

We naturally got together, and I was even more attentive to him than in my previous life.

Baby's tired? I'll give him a shoulder massage.

Baby's hungry? I'll cook him some noodles.

Baby's out of money? I'll transfer him some.

Baby wants to sleep with me? No problem, come on then!

Even my best friend of many years said I was a fair-weather friend who'd throw her under the bus for a man.

Seeing how I took care of Ethan, my neighbor went home to complain to his wife that he wasn't getting enough love and care.

Under my daily affection, my relationship with Ethan gradually heated up. Unlike my past life, Ethan also started learning to cook, learning to take care of me, and often bringing me lunch at work, making all my coworkers envious of my attentive puppy boyfriend.

Heh, attentive my ass. The dog part is true though.

Ever since taking in Ethan and deciding to get that money, my career had been on the rise, getting promoted three times.

But I didn't care about this small change. I wanted that $5 million.

My phone suddenly lit up with a WeChat message from my best friend, Rachel.

This was the 101st time she demanded I break up with Ethan.

"Sophie! You have to break up with that pretty boy, or we're not friends anymore! Look at yourself now, obsessed with love. Do you remember our dream of getting rich?"

In my past life, Rachel had sent me a similar message. I refused her then because I loved Ethan.

This life, I still refused Rachel, but it was for the sake of getting rich!

"Rachel, I love Ethan, trust me. But that doesn't stop us from getting rich. Hurry up and pack your bags, get your passport and visa ready. Your girl's about to take you flying."

After sending the message, I heard a noise outside the door. Ethan was back.

I quickly put down my phone and pretended to be sound asleep.

I felt the familiar scent from the side of the bed as he quietly lay down, wrapping his arm around my waist before falling asleep.

He may sleep soundly, but I was too excited to sleep because of those four words - "whatever she wants."

The day has finally come! My days of being a slave are over!

I'm going to flip the script and sing the song of the common folk!