Chapter 4

"James, I'm really looking forward to your choice."

"If you're willing to kneel down and lick the spit off my shoe clean, I'll double the hundred thousand I just mentioned!"

After hearing what Wesley said, I stared at him coldly, forcing words through gritted teeth.

"Wesley!"

"People like you will die badly! Aren't you afraid someone will post this online and ruin your reputation?"

Hearing my words, Wesley couldn't help but laugh out loud, then put his arm around Vivian's waist, got in the car, and drove away.

Just then, a girl suddenly handed me a love letter.

The girl said to me shyly: "Hello, James."

"This is a love letter I wrote for you."

After saying this, the girl quickly covered her face and ran away. I immediately recognized her as Chloe, one of Vivian's roommates.

Looking at the love letter in my hand, I felt very mixed emotions.

In my past life, I never knew Chloe liked me. Perhaps because Vivian and I dropped out together, she never got the chance to say it.

In this new life.

I decided to let go of the past and accept new things.

People can't always live in the past.

So, with two lifetimes of age in my heart, I secretly started dating Chloe.

I didn't hide this from John.

When John learned I was in a relationship, he was even happier than I was.

John said to me very happily: "James, I never expected you to get together with Chloe, the top student in our class. I never thought I'd live to see two academic achievers dating."

"Let's see what that woman Vivian has to say now."

"And that Wesley, thinking he can do whatever he wants just because his family has some dirty money. My brother would never covet another man's woman."

Hearing John's words, I just slightly pulled at the corner of my mouth.

I had always known John was a straightforward person who said whatever was on his mind, but such people often made the best friends.

Thinking of my past life, in my most difficult moment when my mom developed late-stage cancer, among all the people I knew, only John was willing to help me.

After my mom got sick, not only did Vivian not take care of her, she said to me with disgust:

"James, your mom has late-stage cancer. No matter how much money you throw at it, she won't get better. You might as well use the money on Bobby's extracurricular classes. Besides, when Bobby grows up and learns about this, he'll definitely be filial to you."

"Bobby is Wesley's biological son. I heard that the woman who married Wesley gave birth to three daughters in a row. Wesley only has my son as his child. My Bobby will inherit Wesley's fortune in the future."

"James, I suggest you give up on your worthless mother as soon as possible, or you'll end up with nothing—neither saving her nor keeping your money."

Coming back to my senses, I looked at John gratefully and said in a very small voice:

"John, thank you for helping me in my past life."