Chapter 3

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.