The two of them walked together into the scorching July sun. It was the first time in his life that William Bolton had ever been so disliked by someone. Before today, countless women had scrambled to marry him, trying to achieve financial freedom by getting pregnant with his child—there were as many as fish crossing the river.

Lost in thought, suddenly a small car passed by them. Its wheels rolled through a puddle of wastewater, splashing foul-smelling mud all over both of them before they could dodge, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.

They looked at each other, both frustrated and helpless. Life is unpredictable, fortunes change in an instant—this is reality.

Henry Foster once again confirmed that as long as she was with him, bad luck would follow; William Bolton and good fortune simply didn’t go together.

Annoyed, William Bolton wanted to chase after the culprit, but Henry Foster stopped him.

Henry Foster pointed at the Home Inn ahead, looking at William Bolton, clearly seeking his approval. Her intention was simple: just to find a place to take a shower and clean their clothes.

“It’s a bit low-end, isn’t it?”

Henry Foster looked at him in surprise—could he be any more shameless? How many times had he chosen to drag her into the woods just to save a bit on hotel money? He was so stingy. Henry Foster disliked this man more and more; he had a handsome face, but nothing manly about his actions.

Henry Foster bit her lip, the words “I’ll pay” almost slipping out.

William Bolton pointed at the Hilton across the street.

Henry Foster’s eyes went wide, her mouth agape. Was he just pretending, or had he really grown a conscience? Knowing his usual ways, he’d probably want to split the bill.

William Bolton had already gone in first, so Henry Foster had no choice but to follow.

William Bolton handed over his ID card.

The receptionist sized him up—people dressed like him didn’t often come here. She glanced at Henry Foster, who stood behind him with her head down. “Both guests’ IDs are required for registration.”

William Bolton turned and shamelessly said, “Wife, your ID!”

Henry Foster quickly handed over her ID and hurried to the lounge to wait, unable to stand the stares from others. If she really became this guy’s wife, she’d never be able to hold her head up in public again.

“Sir, will you be paying cash or card?”

William Bolton pulled out his Centurion card. The front desk manager’s eyes lit up—looks can be deceiving; this scruffy young man must be a rich second generation.

Truthfully, William Bolton was a bit nervous himself, unsure if the card would still work. Only after the pre-authorization succeeded did he relax. He took the room card and brought Henry Foster to the hotel’s convenience store to buy two sets of clothes.

Henry Foster and William Bolton had been high school classmates for years, but this was the first time she’d seen him so generous. It seemed William Bolton truly loved her, trying to win her back this way. Unfortunately, it was too late—she wouldn’t go back.

Once in the room, Henry Foster went to shower first.

William Bolton waited for her to finish before going in himself. After showering, he came out in a bathrobe and saw Henry Foster still hadn’t changed, standing by the window looking out at the street. Her figure in the bathrobe was a bit alluring.

“We need to hurry to the hospital, or we’ll be late.”

Henry Foster turned around and suddenly ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. After five years together, there were still feelings.

William Bolton’s bathrobe came undone. Henry Foster pressed her face against his firm chest. “Hehuan, thank you for still being willing to do so much for me. I’m sorry.”

William Bolton found himself holding a warm, fragrant beauty in his arms, both amused and helpless. “Please, don’t be so moved. I’m not even doing this for you…” Before he could finish, Henry Foster pushed him onto the bed.

“Let me expla—”

Before he could explain, Henry Foster took off her bathrobe, her fair body dazzling.

William Bolton was no saint—Henry Foster was his girlfriend, after all. She was truly moved, wanting to say goodbye in this intimate way. William Bolton decided to go along, indulge in some nostalgia, and refresh his memory. He reached for the paid condoms on the bedside table.

Henry Foster shook her head, indicating there was no need. Given her current physical state, it wasn’t necessary, and she knew William Bolton didn’t like them anyway.

Just as they became entangled, Henry Foster’s phone rang. She reached for it, but William Bolton grabbed her wrist.

Henry Foster looked at him, her eyes dazed.

William Bolton was a bit excited—he did need to relieve some stress and prove to this era that he was back.

But suddenly, Henry Foster pushed him away and hurried to the bathroom.

Chapter Two: Honor and Life

William Bolton could only lie on the bed and wait patiently.

At that moment, his phone chimed with a message notification.

He looked down at the message.

—Dear Mr. William Bolton, you have just spent 8,500 yuan, deducting 17,000 reputation points. Your current account reputation balance is 19,999. You have three years of life remaining. Note: 1,095 days. If you wish to exchange for life points, please press 1.

What does that mean? I won’t live past three years? A prank? Considering his life had already been reset, three years of life probably wasn’t a lie. He suddenly felt nervous and pressed 1.

Phone prompt: Every 10,000 reputation points can be exchanged for one day of life. To select, press 1. To return to the previous menu, press 0. For help, press 3.

William Bolton pressed 3 first—he needed help, and first had to figure out what was going on.