Chapter 1

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.