William Carter accepted the reality without a system, his gaze falling on Sophie Clark's hand: "What is that in your hand?"

Sophie Clark raised the envelope in her hand with a proud look: "This is the love letter you just stuffed to me. I already told you I don't want it, but you insisted on giving it to me. Next time, don't write it again."

"Then can you give it back to me? I need it."

Without waiting for her agreement, William Carter took the love letter back on his own, then took out the page inside, crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket. After that, he unfolded the envelope, laid it flat on his knees, and quickly wrote two lines.

Never work if you can avoid it, if you can find a rich woman to rely on, do it.

If you lose money, you can earn it again, but if you lose your conscience, you can earn even more.

Chapter 2: The Mission After Rebirth Is to Make Money

That thing that fell down was probably a steel plate used for construction.

William Carter thought it over and came up with a reliable answer.

So he immediately faced a key question: why was I reborn?

The answer is actually simple—probably because he felt regret in his heart, which moved the heavens and earned him another chance.

So what was William Carter's regret?

Nothing else, just not making enough money.

So he was reborn to make money. As for love, not even a dog would bother with that!

Especially being a backup option for someone—that's the most exhausting thing. With that time, you might as well help your parents wash the dishes.

When you're young, you always overthink things, and it's understandable to appreciate beautiful things. But for a man approaching forty, if after being reborn all he can think about is boobs and thighs, that's just ridiculous.

You've been reborn—what decent person would still be thinking about romance!

William Carter folded up the paper he had written on and put it in his pocket. When he looked up, he found Sophie Clark frozen in place, a trace of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

"That was the love letter you wrote for me. How... how could you just take it back?"

"Didn't you say you didn't want it? No need to waste it then. I'll change the name and give it to someone else."

Sophie Clark was at a loss for words, then quickly changed her approach: "William Carter, actually, it's not like you have no chance at all. I just don't want to date right now, but once I get to college, it might be different. I'll consider you first then!"

William Carter couldn't help but glance at her, and instantly got goosebumps all over.

If it were his teenage self here, he might really have clung to that tiny bit of hope and kept going down the same path.

But from his current perspective, his taste when he was young was really something else.

Consider me first? What kind of crap is that?

"I'm telling the truth, but there's one thing: you're not allowed to write love letters to anyone else, not allowed to like anyone else. Otherwise, we'll never have a chance again!"

"But I don't think I really like you. Let's just part on good terms, okay?"

Sophie Clark's eyes widened slightly, her proud heart deeply stung.

How could it end on good terms? It sounds like I'm the one being dumped. I'm so kind, encouraging you not to give up, and this is your attitude!

"William Carter, don't you know that love needs to be tested? If you can't even handle a little setback, how could I consider being with you? I haven't even seen your determination!"

"Then go test someone else. I have more important things to do now." Right now, William Carter was all about making money and really didn't want to get tangled up in useless drama.

After hearing this, Sophie Clark exploded: "William Carter, you jerk! I swear I'll never talk to you again!"

"Wait a second!"

Just as Sophie Clark was about to run off, William Carter suddenly called out to her, an unusual nervousness showing on his face.

Seeing his expression, Sophie Clark felt a little pleased, and a hint of girlish pride returned to her face.

So he really is afraid I'll ignore him. All that talk about parting on good terms was just him being stubborn.

"What is it? Is there something else? But let me tell you in advance, you won't get another chance!"

William Carter ignored her words and picked up his pencil case to take a look: "Are we taking the college entrance exam? Is it over? Which subject was the last?"

Sophie Clark was slightly stunned: "It's over. We just finished the last subject this morning!"

"Great. If I had to take it again, I wouldn't even get into Lanxiang Technical School."

Looking at his bright smile, Sophie Clark suddenly felt a little dazed. "You... you stopped me just to tell me that?"

William Carter took a deep breath: "One more thing, does finishing the exam mean we're on vacation now?"

"I don't know. Ask whoever you want!"

Sophie Clark was furious and ran back to the school building.

Pretending not to care after being rejected—what kind of person is that? Does he think acting like this will make me soften up? Where did he learn this? Playing hard to get now? Fine, I won't talk to you for a week. Let's see who gives in first!

William Carter packed up his things and turned to walk toward the school building, but before he had taken a few steps, he was surrounded by a group of classmates eager to watch the drama.

"I told you you'd definitely fail. Sophie Clark isn't someone you can just like if you want to! Know your place!"

The speaker was Andrew Bennett, a well-known rich kid from Class 2, Grade 3. His father is the biggest real estate developer in town.