My roommate was sharing her love life on a livestream. With a sweet smile, she said she was dating a wealthy older man and they’d get married right after graduation. Afraid she was being deceived, I kindly tried to persuade her. But she spread rumors with her online followers that I was jealous of her, causing me to be cyberbullied to the point of suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my roommate officially announced her relationship with the supposedly rich guy. She boasted proudly, “This Hermès bag costs tens of thousands! My sugar daddy said he’d buy it for me, so he did!” I blinked and said, “Girl, have you considered the possibility that this was stolen from my house by my family’s driver?” My roommate Zoe was a relationship influencer. After posting a video about her daily life with her 36-year-old boyfriend, she gained tens of thousands of likes. Netizens urged her to be cautious, warning her not to be deceived by bad people. They questioned why she would waste her youth on an older man. But when she posted her next video showcasing the gifts her boyfriend had given her, the internet exploded. The video was filled with exquisite luxury items worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. “Oh my god, a Hermès bag worth tens of thousands!” “This guy is loaded!” “To be honest, if they’re serious about getting married, this influencer doesn’t need to work hard anymore.” “I’m not gonna lie, I wouldn’t mind experiencing the life of a rich wife. Even if he’s an old man, I’d be fine with a monthly allowance of tens of thousands!” “Sister, I wish you all the best.” “Although her boyfriend looks ordinary, he’s not ugly. Being rich is definitely a bonus.” Countless comments praised Zoe’s good fortune, saying she didn’t need to worry about finding a job after graduation. The video quickly surpassed 100,000 likes. Zoe was thrilled and decided to continue developing her social media account. I watched the video with a cold eye. If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t notice the small crack on the strap of that exquisite Hermès bag – it was made by my family’s dog. Most people wouldn’t notice it. That’s why I had discarded the bag, carelessly tossing it aside. I never imagined it would be taken by my family’s driver.
Zoe was one of my few friends in college. In my previous life, I had a cold and indifferent personality. I was pretty laid-back and didn’t like to get involved in drama. As long as things weren’t too outrageous, I would turn a blind eye. Reborn to the time when my roommate and her boyfriend had just officially announced their relationship, I tried to respect others’ fates, set aside my urge to help, and decided to let this pair of scoundrels be. “Lily, I’m out of sunscreen. Can I borrow some from you? I’ll buy a new one and return it to you next time.” At this moment, Zoe was wearing full makeup and a stylish dress, with her phone set up on the table. She was probably recording a makeup video. While asking, her hand had already skillfully unscrewed the cap and was about to apply it to her skin. I smirked, “Sure, it’s $1000 a bottle. You’ve used about half, so just give me $500. WeChat or PayPal?” In my previous life, Alex had invited her out for dinner tonight. Zoe had previously hinted, both consciously and unconsciously, that a guy was pursuing her, claiming he was from a wealthy family. But later, when I learned the truth, I realized that all her jewelry and gifts were stolen by Alex from my home. Since they weren’t limited editions, it wasn’t easy to notice unless you looked closely. After all, I had so many bags that they filled several large wardrobes. Zoe paused in disbelief. “Five hundred? Lily, I’m just borrowing it. Why are you being so petty?” I glanced at the table behind her, and she unconsciously moved to block my view. I laughed coldly to myself. She often came to take my things without asking, and never returned them after using them. Although I didn’t lack for anything, these were all high-quality items. “The face masks you borrowed from me last time, you’ve used them all, right? So pay up, five thousand.” I pointed at the empty box behind her. Zoe was shocked because I usually never cared about these things. Everything she wanted, as long as she asked, or sometimes even without asking, would come and go without return. Three whole years had passed, and almost everything on her desk was taken from me. Indeed, two thieves, a perfect match. Let them have each other. “How can you be like this, Lily? Why didn’t you tell me it cost five thousand dollars when I borrowed it? Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me? Do you think I can’t afford to pay you back?” Our other roommate, Emma, rolled her eyes. “Yeah, if we had known it was so expensive, Zoe definitely wouldn’t have borrowed it. She just needed it urgently. Can’t her boyfriend buy her whatever she wants?” Emma was the one in our dorm who benefited the most from Zoe’s generosity. Initially, when Zoe had leftover snacks, she would share them with us. Later, to monopolize everything, Emma would sarcastically say, “Oh my, I’m the poorest in our dorm. Who’s as rich as Lily? She probably looks down on these things anyway. Why don’t you give them all to me, Zoe?” “Yeah, you can’t even find these online. My boyfriend specially drove his Rolls-Royce to deliver them to me. Lily, I’ll bring you something better next time.” She coyly handed everything to Emma. I wanted to say something but held back. These bulk snacks, some even without a brand, were things even my dog wouldn’t eat. To maintain her face, I could only smile and say, “You guys enjoy.” In exchange, Emma would bring food for Zoe every day and answer roll calls for her, like a loyal servant. Zoe would occasionally offer to buy me a milk tea, but in the end, I always ended up paying. After all, from the first day of school, I had made no secret of my rich girl persona. In my previous life, I foolishly considered her a good friend and was deeply touched. Now I realize she was just using a little kindness to leech off me as much as possible. “Are you blind? Can’t you see that huge logo? Money doesn’t grow on trees. Isn’t your boyfriend rich? Ask him for money. Hurry up, I need to go to class. Otherwise, I’ll report this to our counselor.” I waved my phone. Zoe, seeing she was about to be late for her date, glared at me angrily, muttered “I’ll transfer it to you tonight,” and stormed out in her high heels, slamming the door. Emma couldn’t stand it anymore and started to confront me, “Some people think they can bully others just because they’re rich. They pretend to be friends on the surface, but they can’t shake off that petty nature.” I shrugged, “Emma, do you know why you didn’t get the poverty subsidy this year?” She suddenly became serious, “You know about that?” I knew how important this money was for her, coming from a poor family. “See for yourself.” I sent her all my chat records with Zoe. “Lily, Emma really smells bad. I can’t stand it anymore. I feel sick whenever she comes near me. Do you think she caught some disease outside? I really want to ask the counselor to change my dorm.” “Lily, will you come with me?” I had replied, “But I think she’s quite clean. Just bear with it.” “No, I can’t swallow this. I’m going to tell the counselor.” But later, the counselor didn’t move her out of our dorm, and suddenly said that due to moral issues, Emma’s subsidy for this year was canceled. Perhaps Zoe felt that her lackey still had some use value and didn’t ask for a dorm change. Emma angrily threw her chair, “Just you wait, Zoe.”
I took the afternoon off and returned to my familiar home. I hugged my parents tightly. In my previous life, under the pressure of netizens’ doxxing and harassment, I was tormented beyond endurance. Even my father’s company suffered a stock market crash. They aged overnight because of my situation. What they never expected was that the mole was right in our own home. “You’re all grown up, but still so impulsive. Wash your hands and come eat.” I took the chopsticks my mother handed me. “Dad, help me investigate someone.” Early the next morning, I rushed back to school for class. The classroom was packed. I calculated the time; Zoe was probably still cuddling with her old boyfriend. This was the strictest professor’s class. Skip once, and you fail the course. I looked at the familiar bag in the video. In this life, Zoe had once again posted a video of the Hermès bag Alex gave her. It received the same admiration from netizens. If I remember correctly, isn’t this Hermès bag only available to VIP customers? Your boyfriend must be really rich, beautiful. Zoe lost herself in a chorus of flattery. Oh, this is just an insignificant gift from my sugar daddy. He’s very good to me. He says we’ll get married after I graduate. I commented using a throwaway account: Isn’t this man too old? Doesn’t he smell like an old person? Haha, who knows, maybe you’re just his mistress on the side. As soon as I posted this, I was bombarded with replies from many netizens. After the trials of my previous life, I now felt completely unmoved by these responses. [You said exactly what I was thinking.] [Oh my god, does he really not have a wife?] [Even if we take a step back, would such a rich person really go for a college student?] [This girl really hit the jackpot, but she looks so bitter and mean-spirited.] I put down my phone, very satisfied with my stirring of the pot. I’m sure Zoe must be fuming on the other end.
When I returned to the dorm after class, I heard Zoe angrily questioning me and Emma: “Why didn’t you respond to my messages? Didn’t you answer roll call for me?! Do you know I’m about to fail the course, you heartless people!” “You hypocritical bitch, how dare you report my makeup to the counselor. And to think I helped you so many times before.” Emma went to slap her, and I stepped aside to make way. The slap landed squarely on Zoe’s face. Zoe held her face in disbelief. “Are you crazy? What right do you have to hit me! You’re the one with severe body odor, don’t you know that?” So the two started fighting. Emma had a fiery temper and was stronger, and a lot of Zoe’s hair was pulled out. I watched with great amusement. Then, she seemed to realize something and suddenly pointed at me, “You told her?” Her clothes were pulled down a lot, revealing fresh red marks on her chest from last night. She must have suffered quite a bit. Emma sneered, “So that’s why you receive so many gifts every day. You’re sleeping around. I’m going to tell the counselor right now and ruin your reputation!” “What nonsense are you spouting?! I’m in a proper relationship, it’s none of your business. Shut your stinking mouth!” “Lily, how could you do this to me? I’ve been so good to you, and this is how you betray my trust?” “You can do despicable things, why can’t I talk about them?” “Lily, don’t bother talking to her anymore. Wait until I report her to the counselor this afternoon, let’s see what she has to say then.” Emma pulled me away. Zoe cursed as she walked to the bathroom, preparing to remove her makeup. After a while, she suddenly screamed. “My face, my face!”
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