On the first day of college, my roommate revealed her identity as the daughter of the richest man in town. I was confused since her last name didn’t match the billionaire’s. She explained she took her mother’s surname since childhood. I secretly called the billionaire’s wife: “Mom, I heard you have a secret daughter with someone else behind Dad’s back?” On the first day of freshman year, our dorm was in an uproar over one girl. Heavy makeup, clicking high heels, designer logos from head to toe. “Hi everyone, I’m Wendy. My dad is the richest man in town,” the girl introduced herself with her head held high. The revelation of a billionaire’s daughter caused quite a stir in the dorm. “Wow, I’ve never met a wealthy heiress before!” My roommate Mia excitedly approached her. But before she could get close, Wendy stopped her with a hand: “Don’t get too near me, I’m prone to allergies.” What? Allergic to what? People? Why not just live in outer space then? Seeing Mia’s awkward expression, I couldn’t help but speak up: “Isn’t the richest man in town surnamed Smith?” Besides, I don’t remember seeing anyone named Wendy on the 2025 Forbes list. Wendy looked at me, giving me a once-over. How to describe it – one part scrutiny, nine parts disdain? “I use my mom’s surname.” “Oh, I see,” I said, feigning sudden realization. “Mrs. Smith, I heard you have a secret daughter with the surname Wendy,” I texted quietly. Mrs. Smith replied faster than ever: “Get lost, I just managed to calm down your jealous dad last night.” Thinking of my easily jealous dad gave me a headache. For males, regardless of species, even if Mrs. Smith just gave directions to someone, he’d throw a fit all day. But looking at this ‘sister’ who appeared out of nowhere, well, let her pretend if she wants. As long as she’s not spending our family’s money. Just as I was about to climb into bed, a man and woman entered the room. Their bodies were covered in signs of wind and sun exposure, dark and thin, carrying two huge pieces of luggage. “These are my family’s maid and driver,” Wendy explained to us, then turned back to the couple and said, “Just leave the luggage there, you can go back now.” “Miss…” The maid was about to say something but was half-pushed out of the dorm by Wendy. That night, Wendy suggested playing Truth or Dare to get to know each other better. Since it was everyone’s first time meeting, we all agreed. Mia lost the first round and chose Truth. Wendy asked: “What do your parents do?” Mia’s face lit up with happiness as she recalled her parents: “My parents run a supermarket chain.” “Oh, that must be a tough life for you,” Wendy’s contemptuous tone slipped out naturally. “…” Is this girl low on both IQ and EQ? How can she say such disdainful things so confidently? “Why don’t you ask her what the supermarket chain is called?” Wendy looked puzzled. “Walmart.” The daughter of a founder who opened so many large chain supermarkets nationwide, and you say her life is tough? I had seen Mia’s father at one of my dad’s dinner parties earlier when her parents came to drop her off. Sure enough, when Wendy heard this, her eyes lit up for a moment. Then she lightly patted Mia’s hand, “You should have said so earlier, we can hang out together in the future.” “…” She’s not allergic to touching others herself? I lost the second round and chose Truth. Wendy jumped in: “What do your parents do?” Ugh, is she a parrot? Did she only learn this one question? Holding back the urge to roll my eyes, I said: “They’re farmers.” I wasn’t lying. The delicate-looking Mrs. Wang is actually a forensic pathologist. After seeing too many corpses and smelling enough formaldehyde, her greatest wish in life is to return to farming. Mr. Wang, who dotes on his wife, made a grand gesture and rented hundreds of acres of farmland in the suburbs. He handed over the company to their son and has since been living a farming life with his beloved wife. They even said they were too busy to manage my college move-in. However, the hundreds of acres of farmland are mostly barren and overgrown with weeds under the couple’s care. When Wendy heard “farmers,” a smile, no, more like a sneer, immediately appeared on her face: “One shouldn’t be too vain. If your parents are farmers, you shouldn’t wear designer brands. Anyone can tell they’re fake. But you’re pretty enough, I can introduce you to a rich guy in the future.” I glanced at my ‘fake brands’ and was speechless. This heiress seems quite ignorant. I gave her a white eye roll. Wendy lost the third round and chose Truth. I asked: “The wife of the richest man in town is surnamed Wang. You, who supposedly took your mom’s surname, are sure your last name is Wendy?” Can’t even do basic research before pretending? Wendy’s face changed instantly. “You…” she stammered. Before she could finish stuttering, I threw her words back at her: “One shouldn’t be too vain. If your parents are farmers, you shouldn’t wear designer brands. Anyone can tell they’re fake. But you’re not that pretty, so I won’t bother introducing you to any guys.” Seeing the tense atmosphere between us, Quinn, our dorm leader, quickly found an excuse to end the game. But the grudge between Wendy and me was set from that moment on.
On the second night of Freshman Orientation Week. Wendy returned to the dorm carrying a large bouquet of roses and two designer shopping bags, her face unable to hide her joy. “Wow, which handsome guy is so generous?” Quinn exclaimed in surprise. “This set must have cost quite a bit, right?” Seeing everyone gather around, Wendy replied with feigned shyness: “It’s not much, just a few thousand dollars.” Mia: “If he’s not a rich heir, this definitely doesn’t add up. How did you two meet?” “When it comes to dating, you should find someone wealthy. He’s our senior, called Jack. He asked for my contact info on the first day of school.” “Wow, love at first sight? That’s so nice,” Mia’s eyes were full of envy. I noticed Mia was the most innocent and least grudge-holding girl, always cheerful. “Tomorrow night, my boyfriend is inviting everyone to dinner at Nobu. It’s his brother’s restaurant,” Wendy announced. Quinn and Mia excitedly high-fived each other. Nobu, a famously difficult place to get reservations in town, even for the wealthy. Wendy looked at me playing on my phone in bed: “Oh, you can come too. This might be your only chance in life.” “Sure,” I agreed readily, ignoring her snarky tone. Mainly because I was too curious about this Jack character. First Wendy didn’t recognize my parents, and now here’s someone who doesn’t recognize my brother? Is my family the United Nations of surnames? Though, Jack… that name sounds familiar. The next day, at Nobu. “Miss…” The waiter was about to greet me when I gave him a look to stop. “We don’t need service, we’ll manage ourselves.” “Wow, rich people’s place. This lobby is so luxurious, like a palace,” Mia’s eyes were spinning rapidly as soon as we entered Nobu. Seeing her expression was too cute, I couldn’t help but joke: “Mia, are your parents abusing you?” “Hehe, am I overreacting a bit?” Mia grinned mischievously. “Not at all, you’re adorable.” Much more lovable than certain pretentious people. “We’re in the South Bay private room,” Quinn received Wendy’s message. “This way,” I pulled back the two who were walking in the opposite direction. “Hey Claire, how do you know this place so well?” Mia asked curiously. “Maybe I’m a psychic?” I teased Mia as we arrived at the private room. “This is Quinn, Mia, and Claire. This is my boyfriend Jack,” Wendy introduced us one by one. Jack also greeted each of us politely, but when he saw my face, he suddenly froze, with an expression of disbelief. Wendy must have noticed her boyfriend’s unusual reaction and pinched him hard. Jack snapped back to reality and avoided my gaze as he sat down. I saw Wendy silently questioning her boyfriend what was wrong, but he just shook his head. So it’s him. No wonder the name sounded familiar.
With everyone seated, Jack called the waiter to start serving dishes. As various exquisite dishes were brought to the table, Mia and Quinn’s exclamations of surprise greatly satisfied Wendy’s vanity. Perhaps because I didn’t show the reaction she wanted, Wendy suddenly said to me: “This is Almas caviar, flown in from the Alps. Country folks probably never get a chance to taste this in their lifetime. Try some.” It’s from Dubai, sis. The Alps only have glaciers now! I really wanted to retort, but seeing the man opposite carefully glancing at me and tugging at Wendy’s clothes, I raised the corner of my mouth slightly. Never mind, it’s true this country bumpkin hasn’t had it in a while. The rest of the meal continued in this vein, with Wendy repeatedly emphasizing how I, a farmer’s kid, had never eaten or seen these things before. Her boyfriend looked like he wanted to say something but kept stopping her. “Claire, I’m sorry.” As soon as I came out of the restroom, I heard the man apologize. “Jack,” I paused, but felt I had to say something, “She’s not right for you.” The man rubbed his face with his hand: “I know, but I really can’t help it. I like her so much.” Seeing the man’s resolute expression, I finally left in silence. Love can make guys lose themselves too. “Thank you for not exposing me,” I heard a dejected male voice behind me before I walked far. Jack became an orphan in a major earthquake. Later, by chance, Mrs. Wang sponsored all his expenses. But according to Mrs. Wang, he refused her help since his sophomore year of high school and has been working part-time jobs to pay for everything himself. The year he got into college, Mrs. Wang once brought me to celebrate with him. Mrs. Wang always praised him highly. I just didn’t expect to meet again in this way. That night, a discordant dinner ended harmoniously. That evening, I secretly called my brother, because knowing Jack’s personality, he would never ask my brother for a free meal. Although I really dislike the pretentious Wendy, for Jack’s sake, I decided to try not to provoke her in the future. The day after the dinner, two photos and a sensational headline pushed me to the top of the hot topics on the school forum. “Shocking! Country girl schemes to seduce someone else’s rich boyfriend!” The first photo: Under the lights, a woman gazes at a man affectionately. The yellowish lighting makes the woman’s gaze seem unusually ambiguous and flirtatious. The second photo: A woman riding a sheep, frowning at the camera. She’s wearing a loose white T-shirt on top and strikingly colorful pants on the bottom, surrounded by countless chickens, ducks and geese.
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