She told herself.
Around noon, hunger struck.
Yang Ruxuan pulled out a packet of instant noodles, one of the foods she had most wanted to eat in her past life.
In her past life, she was a Michelin-starred chef in the Gu family, always on call. Back then, she especially craved the food that ordinary people ate.
But now she managed to eat a few bites before rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
My body seemed to be resisting this downgrade.
To distract herself, Yang Ruxuan decided to go out and buy some daily necessities.
In the crowded discount supermarket, she subconsciously walked toward the imported shampoo she was used to, only to be suddenly jolted awake when she saw the price tag.
245 yuan?!
So expensive!
It's a luxury for her right now.
Finally, she picked up a bottle of supermarket private label shampoo for 25 yuan and headed to the cashier.
While waiting in line, her eyes were drawn to a financial weekly magazine in the adjacent magazine section.
The cover features Gu Hongyuan, the head of the Gu Group and Gu Yanqing's father.
That dignified and aloof man.
In his past life, it was he who personally signed the documents that kicked her out of the Gu family.
Next to the magazine was a local business magazine, with the cover titled "Gu Yanqing, the Sole Heir of the Gu Group, a Genius Painter in a Closed World."
The cover features a blurry profile photo, clearly taken without consent.
Long hair covering half her face, pale skin, thick eyelashes, a delicate profile like a porcelain doll, and she stares intently at the canvas in front of her.
Yang Ruxuan's heart suddenly raced.
This very person, this boy who lived in his own world and hardly ever interacted with others, was once her ticket to the upper class.
Gu Yanqing in the photo looked even younger and more refined than she remembered.
In her past life, he was already eighteen when she first met him, but now he should only be seventeen.
"Miss, it's your turn!"
The cashier urged him impatiently.
Yang Ruxuan hurriedly put down the magazine, paid, and left the supermarket almost as if she were fleeing.
Back in her rented room, she leaned against the door, panting heavily.
Can someone like me truly escape that extravagant world completely?
Yang Ruxuan opened the bottle of cheap shampoo, and a pungent artificial fragrance hit her.
In her past life, Gu Yanqing was extremely sensitive to smells, and she could even get used to certain brands of fragrance-free shampoo and body care products, a small bottle of which was worth tens of thousands of yuan.
After washing, my hair is as smooth as it looks in the advertisement.
After using this inferior product to wash my hair, my hair became dry, tangled, and rough to the touch.
Yang Ruxuan leaned over the sink and started retching, unsure whether it was from the smell or from despair.
In just three years, she found herself subconsciously judging everything in life by Gu Jia's standards.
"No, this can't go on! I must completely forget my past life, forget the Gu family, and forget Gu Yanqing."
Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, Yang Ruxuan felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Memories of a life of luxury flooded back like a tide, only to be fiercely suppressed by her in the next moment.
Those were poisons, shackles that would make it impossible for her to move an inch in this life.
Yang Ruxuan took a deep breath, pulled out paper and pen, forced herself to calm down, and planned her life's path word by word.
Office worker, renting an apartment, learning to cook, adapting to ordinary consumption.
Every word written as the pen tip glides across the paper feels like burying a part of my past self.
As she wrote, Yang Ruxuan's vision gradually blurred, and tears fell uncontrollably, spreading a dark, wet stain on the paper.
Can those tastes nurtured by luxury and habits ingrained in one's bones really be stripped away so easily?
She closed her eyes, as if she could still hear the crisp sound of crystal glasses clinking at the banquet and smell the faint scent of fine cedar in the dressing room.
It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, but easy to go from frugality to extravagance.
Those kinds of lives were terrifying.
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