I hid my true identity from my boyfriend, driven by a desire to rebel against my family. But then I overheard him say, “Ever since I found out she comes from such a poor background, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something about her. To marry, it should be someone like Adeline, a wealthy heiress.” I was taken aback. “So do rich guys smell better and feel softer too?” Just then, my phone pinged with a message from Jasper, the ‘Capital Prince’: “Hello, sister. Grandpa asked me to fulfill our marriage contract.” I had missed out on a truly wealthy family, and my ex was left in tears. I returned from freshening up in the bathroom to find a new topic buzzing in the private room. “Ever since I learned Fiona has a humble background, she always seems a bit off to me.” It was Declan’s voice. I hesitated, my hand pausing mid-air on the door. “Have you ever been to a really poor area? Girls from places like that always seem to carry something with them.” Instinctively, I sniffed myself. It was the fresh scent of jasmine. I couldn’t comprehend his mindset. Was he looking down on me because of my background? “No way,” another male voice chimed in, “She always dresses pretty nicely.” “Ha,” the man scoffed, “She buys everything from cheap sites, reeks of low quality.” “These bargain girls are just for fun. For marriage, it’s someone like Adeline, a true gentle and charming rich girl.” Adeline is a freshman this year. On her first day, she arrived in a limited-edition sports car, a perfect match for Declan. She was there today too, wearing a designer mini-skirt and carrying an expensive bag. When I opened the door, Adeline had somehow already taken my original seat, her smooth thigh pressed closely against Declan’s pants. Seeing me return, Declan subtly distanced himself from Adeline and called me over to sit next to him. “Fiona, come here. I lost a game, and now you have to drink this for me?” Declan’s stomach has always been fragile. Every time this happened, he would cutely ask me to drink for him. But he doesn’t know, every time I drink, I feel awful, unable to sleep the whole night. Just moments ago, Declan drank Adeline’s wine for her, saying girls tend to have cold constitutions and drinking too much was unhealthy. So in his mind, I don’t even register as a girl. Everyone else was using small, delicate glasses. But mysteriously, in front of me was a large mug of draft beer. Over a dozen eyes in the room were on me, teasingly watching how I would “make a sacrifice for love.” Declan put on an innocent, pitiful look, staring at me expectantly. In the past, I would have definitely drunk it for him out of pity. But now— I boldly lifted the mug, smiling as I responded, “Good thing it’s a big mug. If it were one of those small ones, I’d be worried it wouldn’t be enough!” With that, I poured the entire mug over Declan’s head, soaking him to the bone.
“Fiona, are you out of your mind?” Declan snapped. I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m from a poor background, that’s just how we girls from humble origins are.” Declan seemed to realize something and quickly explained. “Fiona, it’s not what you think.” I gestured with my chin at his legs. Declan then noticed Adeline’s stockings caught in his zipper, already torn. I can’t imagine what intimate things they did when I wasn’t there. “So only those who wear Chanel and carry Hermès deserve all your love?” I shook my head regretfully. Declan massaged his temples. “It was just a joke, do you have to take it so seriously, Fiona?” “Can you say you wouldn’t choose someone wealthier?” “Isn’t that just human nature?” I blinked, “Is that so?” Adeline chimed in, “Of course, if you compare the two of us, it’s obvious who anyone would choose, right?” She interlocked fingers with Declan, the shiny diamonds on her manicured nails dazzling my eyes. I was stunned for a moment, then looked thoughtfully at my phone. It was a new friend request from Jasper, with a straightforward note: “Hello, sister. Grandpa asked me to fulfill our marriage contract.” Jasper, known as the Capital Prince, is also a freshman this year, recognized as one of the wealthiest students on campus. But he’s usually low-key, always saying he has a marriage contract and doesn’t interact much with girls. So I only heard about him. But why did he suddenly add me? Could it be the person with a marriage contract with him is actually… Hesitating, my phone kept vibrating. Jasper: “Why is sister silent, still with the ex-boyfriend?” “I have plenty of money, sister, won’t you consider?” “Sister, give me a chance?” The usually cold Jasper called me sister repeatedly, completely unlike his cool image. My face turned red, inexplicably imagining him calling me that in a more intimate setting. Looking up again, I had made up my mind. “Let’s break up then.” “I choose the rich one too.” Declan laughed first, and others followed suit. Everyone knows the Declan family is connected to the Aiden family, and it’s hard to find someone richer than Declan in the whole school. “Don’t be ridiculous, Fiona. Richer people won’t look at you.” “Come back and sit, I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything.” Looking at the dark water stain on the leather sofa next to him, I suddenly felt disgusted. “No, thanks.” I took a step back, Declan’s words about “gentle and soft” echoing in my mind. If that’s the case, rich guys should be even more fragrant and tender, right? Before I knew it, I had already sent a reply to Jasper. “Can you come pick me up, charming little prince?”
They were right; initially, I chose to be with Declan for the money. But they don’t know, I’m not actually poor, but the only daughter of the Foster family. My dad worked his way up from humble beginnings, always saying: “Kids these days have it too good, don’t even know the price of rice.” “How can I trust you with the Foster Corporation in the future?” So after I got into college, my family cut off my access to unlimited funds and only gave me $1000 a month for living expenses. In college, I would buy two starch sausages for a dollar, cancel subscriptions right after getting a discount, wait for special deals at fast food places, and look for coupons before entering a restaurant. I never had much luck with winning anything. Except once. It was a rainy day, and I was trying my luck at the lottery booth by the school gate. A long hand blocked my view. The owner of the hand wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing a strong forearm. He flipped through a stack of lottery tickets, picked one from the back, and handed it to me. “Try this one.” Skeptically, I scratched it off and won $500. Before I could claim the prize, the man opened his umbrella and walked into the rain. Watching his back, I thought he was quite lucky. My mom says, being with a lucky man makes life smoother. I regretted not getting his contact, he could’ve helped me pick more winning tickets. Who would’ve thought, at the freshman mixer later, a boy named Declan confessed to me. Seeing his somewhat familiar face, I agreed without thinking. Fate brought us together again, but it ended in such an embarrassing way.
The car was warm, and the comfortable environment made me completely relax. Jasper didn’t greet me with the warmth I imagined. He reverted to his usual demeanor, high and aloof. Was he shy, or… angry? Well, as strangers with no prior interaction, asking him to pick me up was indeed abrupt. “Sorry, the place they chose for the gathering is a bit remote. If it’s inconvenient, you can drop me off in the city ahead.” The car smoothly pulled over, without hesitation. As expected, I was troubling someone again. Reaching for the door, I couldn’t open it. Turning back, I found the man who was far away now close. For the first time, I looked closely at his features, noticing how he resembled Declan a bit. But his skin was paler, and he looked more refined. Unlike Declan, who always had his hair perfectly styled, Jasper’s bangs casually fell over his forehead, adding a youthful vibe. “Is sister seeing someone irrelevant through me?” The little prince gritted his teeth. His thin lips opened and closed, looking very kissable. I couldn’t resist reaching out, brushing my finger across them. “So soft.” I didn’t notice his face darkened even more. “Sister, don’t confuse me with my cousin from the Declan family. I’m different.” “In our relationship, I hope we can trust each other.” He suddenly blushed, stubbornly adding: “If sister doesn’t trust me, you can inspect in advance. I’m willing to cooperate…” My mom was right. I’m still young, haven’t experienced the best. Otherwise, why would I be so mesmerized by his stunning looks? What did he just say, he’s willing to cooperate? I also want to… have a taste. Lost in thought, I leaned up to kiss him. His eyes turned deep, raven-like lashes trembling with restraint. In a moment, he fiercely claimed me, like a flood breaking its dam. No one noticed my phone buzzing in the gap, over and over.
After Fiona left, Declan felt uneasy. So late, in the suburbs, how would she get back? Oh well, let her learn a lesson. Their upper-class circle is like this, profit above all. She has to learn to adapt. He just said what? He’s willing to cooperate? I really want to try it. Lost in thought, I tilted my head and kissed him. My brother’s eyes suddenly deepened, his long lashes trembling with restraint. After a moment, he passionately captured my lips like a flood breaking through a dam. No one noticed my phone ringing repeatedly from its hidden spot. 5 After Fiona left, Declan felt uneasy. It was so late, and she was in the suburbs. How would a girl like her get home? Oh well, perhaps it’s a lesson she needs to learn. That’s how it is in the upper circles, where interests come first. She has to learn to adapt. Deep down, he admitted he liked Fiona. At the freshman orientation party, she wore a cream-colored cotton dress, looking as beautiful as a fairy. Countless guys were eager to dance with her. But her gaze drifted through the crowd and gently landed on him. In that moment, the world quieted down to just breaths and heartbeats. But from the moment Adeline appeared, everything seemed to change. Adeline always wore exquisite brand-name outfits and carried the scent of high-end perfume. Unlike Fiona, who carried a canvas bag from Amazon and occasionally asked him to help “cut a deal.” Until his mother told him that the family had chosen Adeline as his future wife. He felt this was the right choice. Only a girl like Adeline seemed suitable for him. But tonight, with Adeline sitting astride him, it felt wrong. Closing his eyes, all he could see was Fiona’s stubborn eyes. He couldn’t help but call her. No answer. Forget it, let her cool off for a few days. After all, she loves money so much. In a few days, he’s sure she’ll come back.
Back at the dorm, I found my phone flooded with calls from Declan. I thought I had made the breakup clear. Reflecting on recent events, I replied: “Your cousin is not only more handsome but also richer than you. When he calls me ‘sister,’ I feel like giving him my whole life.” Almost instantly, the phone rang. “Fiona, which cousin? Who are you giving your life to?” I hung up, blocked the number, all in one go. Exhaling deeply, I realized there was still a shadow outside the window. Jasper? I played the voice message he just sent. His slightly hoarse voice scratched at my heart like rough sandpaper. “Sister, come out.” He somehow got a cup of honey water. The warm, smooth liquid carried the warmth of his chest. “You drank tonight. Have some honey water; it will make you feel better.” I was surprised. How did he know… Then I remembered the kiss with a hint of alcohol in the car. The air around me heated up again, and my face must have been bright red. The phone rang at just the right moment. It was Declan. Jasper answered it right in front of me. “Jasper, where are you?” Jasper looked at me. Even though we had broken up. Why did it feel like I was caught cheating? I could only bury my face in the cup. Let the steam from the cup shield me. “I’m with my fiancée.” Jasper replied naturally. “Well, congratulations, you finally got what you wanted.” The person on the other end didn’t say much more and hung up directly. Jasper showed that enticing expression again. The corners of his eyes were reddened, like a captivating demon. His fingers intertwined with mine, holding tightly, his eyes pleading: “Can we go public, Fiona?” The content appears to be missing or unavailable at this point.
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