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Reset Fate: Starting with a Beauty

Reset Fate: Starting with a Beauty

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Su Yang was falsely accused and spent fifteen years in wrongful imprisonment. After being released, his future was ruined, and he returned to a home void of possessions... He struggled desperately to escape the quagmire, only to unexpectedly be reborn in the year 2008! This year, he was a sophomore in college. Nothing had happened yet, and he found himself in bed with the female teacher Si Yao, who was destined to meet a tragic end. Afterwards, Si Yao pulled out a stack of cash and tossed it onto his face. "You did well this time. I'll come to you again." Su Yang: "???"
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The dimly lit room echoed with ragged, hurried breaths, mixed with the creaking protest of a strained mattress.

At last, with a low groan, everything fell silent.

Moonlight spilled through the window, casting a soft glow onto the tangled figures on the bed—bodies slick with sweat, limbs bonelessly sprawled.

Ethan Sanders' eyes snapped open.

In front of him was a flawless, bare-skinned woman. As he looked upward, he saw her slightly flushed cheeks and messy short hair—clear signs she hadn’t yet come down from the intensity of what just happened.

Why was he here?

Wasn’t he just at a blind date?

His thirty-sixth one, to be exact. It had ended with a female office clerk dousing him in liquor after snapping at him for "thinking too highly of himself."

Really, considering the woman had a waist like a barrel, two freeloading younger brothers, and a dowry demand of $80,000 plus a house and two cars, he’d already reserved a lot of patience.

Then what?

He vaguely remembered taking a call from his boss, getting yelled at, and being told to get back to work.

Then, stepping out of the restaurant—

Was he hit by a car?

His brows furrowed as he rubbed his aching head.

Damn… his head hurt. Actually, both of them hurt.

The smooth feel beneath him, paired with two soft weights on his chest, were triggering the wrong kind of thoughts.

The woman resting on him frowned uncomfortably, then reached to switch on the light.

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath.

He knew this place.

It was that dingy motel beside his old college.

Same awful decor. Same old smell.

Even the woman—

Wait. Wasn’t this Clara Turner?

His finance professor back in college?

Clara’s brows flicked together slightly as she came to her senses. She stood, a bit wobbly, nearly losing balance, but her face held no trace of shame or awkwardness.

In fact, she calmly got dressed under his gaze, piece by piece, straightening herself with practiced ease.

She picked up her purse, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and placed it on the side of the bed.

“What happened tonight… was a misunderstanding,” she said quietly.

“Once you walk out of this room, pretend none of this ever happened.”

“This... is just a way to make it up to you.”

With that, she left.

Ethan slapped himself across the face. Hard.

Then let out a sharp gasp.

That pain was real.

This wasn’t a dream.

No doubt about it now—he had come back.

He instinctively reached into his pockets for a cigarette, but after digging around for a bit, he remembered—he didn’t even smoke in college.

This was 2008.

A date etched into his soul forever.

The night he slept with Clara Turner.

The night everything started going downhill.

Because on this very day, Clara was hit by a speeding truck right outside Jiangcheng University.

She was declared a vegetative state at the hospital and died not long after.

They weren’t even close. Before this night, he could barely call her an acquaintance.

But what happened next had completely wrecked his life.The truck driver who ran Clara Turner down handed over evidence that he’d been hired to do it, claiming Ethan Sanders put him up to it. Together with the hotel surveillance footage showing Ethan and Clara entering the same room, the court ruled it a crime of passion.

Fifteen years in prison.

For Ethan, life in the detention center felt like suffocating in hell.

Clara wasn’t just a lecturer at Jiangcheng University—she was also the only daughter of the Turner Group’s chairman.

The Turners made sure he got “special treatment” inside.

He lost count of how many times his head was shoved into a toilet.

Meals? Scraps, leftovers—if there were any.

Beatings came without warning. One time they broke his rib, and he couldn't even complain. Doing so would’ve only made things worse.

To the Turners, Ethan didn’t deserve to walk out alive.

Fifteen years. Pure torment. His parents went bankrupt trying to save him. Only then did he finally get out.

But the world had moved on. Everything had changed.

Now free, he tried to rebuild—picked up some gig, dreamed of a normal life. Maybe even marriage, a kid. But who would take a chance on a convicted murderer?

No one.

In the end, Ethan died just like Clara had—struck down by a speeding car. Ironic.

Gripping his fists until nails pierced flesh, blood trickled silently down his fingers. His life—full of injustice, shame, pain. He’d watched his parents' hair turn white overnight, forced to move from a city center condo to a public housing unit.

So many nights he woke up in rage, burning with how unfair it all was.

Never in his wildest thoughts did he expect life to hand him another chance—back in 2008, before Clara died.

This time, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself.

He’d stop the accident. Clear his name. Uncover the truth.

He pulled on his pants, grabbed his coat and the cash Clara had left on the bed, and rushed straight to Jiangcheng University.

At the office, he shoved open the door, drawing the startled attention of a dozen teachers.

Without hesitation, he strode over to Clara and grabbed her hand.

“Come with me!”

Clara’s expression flickered. She quickly shook him off. “Ethan, what are you doing?”

His voice cracked with urgency. “Ms. Turner, please—you can’t leave campus this afternoon!”

“Whatever you do, don’t cross the street alone. Something awful will happen!”

His eyes were pleading. There wasn’t a single soul on Earth who wished Clara dead—certainly not him.

When Clara died, it was instant. He, on the other hand, served an excruciating fifteen years.

Clara frowned, uneasy. Ethan’s words were bizarre. Too absurd. Her life lately had been a series of absurdities—the fiancé who dumped her, the night spent in bed with her own student…

And now Ethan was here, telling her she might die?

“Ethan, that’s enough. Please leave.”

“And in the future, don’t come into the staff office without permission.”

She turned away and sat back at her desk.

Ethan slammed his palms onto the table, voice low but firm.

“Ms. Turner.”

“Please…”

“You’re really going to die.”