I was broke. Like, couldn’t afford tuition broke. So broke, I’d do almost anything. One day, a mysterious person approached me. They wanted me to become the ultimate simp for Liam, the most popular guy at our school. He said he was Liam’s enemy. The more I annoyed Liam by simping for him, the happier he’d be. I might have been broke, but I still had some morals left. So I seriously refused him: “Isn’t that wrong? Deceiving people’s feelings, I can’t do that.” The very next second, $150,000 landed in my account. “$150,000. What do you say, in or out?” I blinked. “In! I’m definitely in!” Everyone at school knew me as Liam’s on-call, professional simp. His friends would mock me right in front of him, not just once: “Liam, she’s been annoying you for four years, and you haven’t even chased her off. You haven’t actually fallen for her, have you?” “She’s just the daughter of your family’s staff! She’s totally beneath you!” Brianna, his childhood friend, cried, “Liam, is it true? Everyone’s saying you two are together…” I pretended not to hear, playing my part as the dedicated simp: “Boss, here! Your breakfast for today!” He tossed my breakfast into the trash, then pulled Brianna into a hug. “Don’t worry, guys. My taste isn’t *that* bad. I’d never fall for the staff’s daughter!” I subtly dabbed at a stray tear from the corner of my eye and walked away. I edited the video clips and sent them to my mysterious contact. A few minutes later, $1,500 landed in my account. I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. “This money is ridiculously easy!” At 6 PM sharp, I posted in a SnapChat group called [Liam’s Fan Club]. Anonymous: [Love letter delivery service back! $7.50 per letter.] Anonymous: [Image preview] Anonymous: [Today’s hot Liam pics! $1.50 each, 5 for $6.] Anonymous: [Now available on eBay! Welcome to order.] In less than a minute, my inbox was flooded. Dozens of people were lining up for me to deliver their love letters, and hundreds ordered my photo packs. I stared at my bank balance on my phone, my teeth aching from smiling so much. Thanks to my professional simping gig for Liam, I’d raked in nearly nine hundred thousand dollars in just four years. My daily joy was being humiliated by Liam and then collecting money from my mysterious contact. Because I was broke, I’d long ago abandoned any shred of my dignity. Anything for Mom. Everything, I was willing to do. At 6:30 PM, Liam predictably sent me a list of what he wanted for breakfast tomorrow. I barely glanced at it, just replied simply: [Got it, Boss.] I mean, it was his daily routine. At first, I used to make it myself. Then I started buying it from the diner behind campus. Now? I just order a bunch of food models from Wish to fool him. He never ate the breakfast I brought him anyway. He always threw it out right in front of my face. At first, I’d feel hurt, but by now, I was numb to it. Liam: [Oh, and tomorrow’s my birthday. Don’t even *think* about bothering me.] Me: [Okay, I know.] He seemed to think I was being too casual because he didn’t reply for several minutes. I thought for a few seconds, then added a cute, pleading emoji. Only then was he satisfied. Liam: [Smart move.] Seriously, what a drama queen. Too tired to deal with him. Before bed, I called the hospital nurse again. She said my mom was doing great, and I didn’t need to worry. A wave of relief washed over me, and I finally drifted off to sleep. The next day, I woke up late, hastily shoved some food models into a lunchbox. I handed the insulated bag to Liam, just like always, waiting for him to toss it. The next second, he opened it. His brows furrowed, and he glared at me furiously: “Chloe Miller, is this how you fool me?” “I asked you to make me breakfast, and you give me a pile of models?” My heart skipped a beat. Why did my personal nightmare suddenly decide he wanted breakfast today?
I stayed silent, and his face got darker and darker, like he was about to explode. After a long pause, I finally managed to blurt out: “I’m so sorry! I grabbed the wrong lunchbox!” “These are toys I prepared for the kids at the children’s home. I was in such a rush this morning, I must have mixed them up!” He looked suspicious. “Really? I don’t remember you having a habit of visiting the children’s home.” I blinked innocently at him. “Boss, did you forget? I even asked you to come with me to the children’s home before…” “You said you looked down on the kids there and didn’t want to go.” For some reason, after I said that, his expression became a little flustered. He even went out of his way to explain to me: “I didn’t look down on them! I just, I just…” But he thought for a long time and couldn’t come up with a single good reason. As a professional simp, I’d long since mastered the art of saving his ego: “I totally get it.” He immediately calmed down. “Hmph, good that you get it! Don’t mess up again tomorrow. Tomorrow, I want *your* homemade breakfast, got it?” I nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Boss.” *My* homemade breakfast? You wish! Tomorrow, I’ll just pre-order the full deluxe combo from the diner behind school. Then he extended his long arm towards me. “Give it to me.” I froze. “What?” Seeing my blank look, he instantly got impatient. “My birthday present, obviously! Didn’t I tell you yesterday that today’s my birthday?” I slapped my forehead, feigning a sudden realization. From a pile of pink envelopes in my backpack, I fished out one and handed it to him with both hands. His expression softened slightly when he saw the envelope, and his ears even turned red. “Didn’t I tell you not to write me these useless things anymore?” He kept grumbling, but his hands weren’t idle, quickly pulling out the letter covered in hearts. He didn’t even care about the setting, reading it aloud right there, his voice even carrying a hint of excitement. “Liam, hello! I’m Cindy, from the Math department…” With every word he read, his face darkened a shade more. Liam tore the letter to shreds and flung the scraps into my face. “Chloe Miller! You better explain this! What is this *now*?” I stammered for a long time before saying: “Well, you don’t like me writing you love letters, right?” “But a lot of other people want to give them to you, so I just did them a favor and handed them to you. Look through them more often, who knows, maybe you’ll find one you like?” His finger pointed straight at me, but he was too choked with anger to say anything else, just sputtering: “You… you!” “You’ve really outdone yourself!” He stormed off without looking back, fuming. Today’s work was also a success – another $1,500 in the bank!
That was the first time I’d made him *that* mad. I honestly thought he wouldn’t talk to me for days. But to my surprise, he contacted me that afternoon. Liam: [5 PM, wait for me by the school gate.] Me: [Why?] Liam: [To attend my birthday party.] What?! Rich people really know how to humiliate someone. Just because I played a trick on him this morning, he was going to drag me into his circle and let his high-society friends judge me. Seeing my delayed response, he added. Liam: [My mom really wants to see you. She’s curious about the girl who’s always clinging to me.] Liam: [She doesn’t know yet that you’re Mrs. Miller’s daughter.] I’d met Liam’s mom before. Before I even saw her, my mom used to tell me she was a really good boss. To surprise my mom, I secretly went to the Harrison family mansion once. The moment she saw me, her elegant eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if in utter disgust. “Where did this dirty brat come from? You’re in the wrong place, get out of my sight.” I was chased out by the security guard. I desperately wanted to burst into tears, but thinking of my hard-working mom, I swallowed them back. I stayed there from noon until nightfall. The moment my mom, with her face etched with exhaustion, saw me, it was like she instantly recharged, all her energy flooding back: “Chloe, what are you doing here? Have you been waiting for Mom for a long time?” I flashed her a sweet smile: “No, Mom! I just got here! Chloe’s a big girl now, I can walk Mom home!” My phone buzzed with new messages, pulling my thoughts back to Liam. Liam: [Why aren’t you saying anything? You don’t want to go?!] Liam: [My mom is super gentle, don’t be scared!] Liam: […Are you mad about this morning? But *you* were the one who treated *me* like that!] Liam: [Answer me!] Liam: [Alright, I’m sorry, okay….] Though it was an order I felt I couldn’t refuse, the thought of his mom’s gaze gave me goosebumps. Me: [I can’t go. I have plans tonight.] Liam: [Aren’t you curious about what Mrs. Harrison looked like when she worked at my house?] Liam: [When I was little, Mrs. Harrison used to hold me, and we took so many photos.] Liam: [If you come, I can give you all the pictures.] Wanting to see my old vibrant mom again, I agreed instantly. Half an hour later, I received an instruction from my mysterious contact. “Liam invited you to his birthday party? You can’t go.” “If you don’t go, I’ll add an extra million dollars to your payment.”
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