As my girlfriend came out of her dormitory, she saw me walking around a Rolls-Royce.

She pushed me away from the car with contempt.

She said grumpily, "Stay away from my babe's car, you poor bastard! I don't want you to stain it!"

I was shocked. Just as I was about to speak, a man wrapped his arm around my girlfriend's waist from behind.

"Dude, there's no point looking at my car. You didn't have it when you were born and will never have it in your lifetime."

Looking at the two of them in front of me, I finally realized that I might have been cheated on.

Instead of feeling embarrassed about being caught cheating, my girlfriend told me openly.

"I got together with you so that you could write my paper. Now, I don't need to pretend anymore. Let's break up."

With that, she got into the Rolls-Royce with the man, hugging each other.

Slowly, I recovered from my shock.

I made a call to the police.

"Hello, I want to report the theft of my Rolls-Royce worth fifteen million dollars."

One

During the summer vacation, my girlfriend Wendy Lawson was always so busy that I couldn't contact her, so on the first day of the academic year, I went to her dormitory with a gift to give her a surprise.

Just as I arrived downstairs of her dormitory building, I saw a car that looked familiar.

When I was walking around the car, Wendy came out of the dormitory. At the sight of me, she glanced at me with annoyance and said impatiently, "Can you please stop staring at someone else's car like that? Shame on you!"

I was just about to explain that the car was mine, curious about why it ended up here after I put it in a car wash.

But before I could say anything, a man hugged Wendy and kissed her right to my face. Seeing my shocked look, he asked with a smug smile, "Baby, didn't you tell me you broke up with this poor bastard long ago? What is he doing here now?"

Originally, I wanted to ask her when we broke up.

But Wendy just gave me a dirty look and said, "As expected of a poor loser. He kept pestering me once he couldn't accept the breakup."

The man responded with an "Mm". Seeing me looking at the Rolls-Royce from time to time, he couldn't help laughing again, "Dude, there's no point looking at my car. You didn't have it when you were born and will never have it in your lifetime."

Wendy gave the man a smile I had never seen before and said, "That's right, stay away from my babe's car. I don't want you to stain it!"

The man waved his hand indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. Just let him look at it. If he stains it, I'll just buy another one. The last thing I lack is money."

I was so astonished that I pointed at the car and asked suspiciously, "You mean this car is yours?"

The man snorted with laughter, took out the car keys, started the car remotely, and said, "If it's not my car, how can I have the car keys? Besides, if it's not mine, can it be yours?"

Two

Seeing him take out the car keys, I instantly understood that the man must be a car washer, so he had my car keys. With a cold snort, I intended to directly tell them my identity, but I turned my words around when they came to my lips. "Having the keys doesn't mean that the car is yours, does it? I know this car. It belongs to the heir of the richest man in the City of Horson. You are not..."

The man suddenly interrupted me, "Shh, just keep it to yourself. I don't like to be ostentatious. But since you've said it, I might as well admit it. Yes, I'm Xavier Chambers, the son of the richest man."

After he said this, all the students around could not help but gasp in amazement and began to discuss it.

Wendy felt even more complacent. She raised her head and said, "Zachary Chambers, we are all adults now. If I don't reply to your messages, it means I'm dumping you. I'm way out of your league!"

I thought it was ridiculous and said, "Wendy Lawson, have you forgotten that I got together with you after you pursued me?"

Wendy's face changed as if she didn't expect me to expose her so mercilessly like this, but she quickly recovered and said, "I agreed to be your girlfriend because you can help me write my papers. Come on, do you think I would fall in love with a poor loser like you? Let's break up!"

I pointed at Xavier and asked, "Do you want to break up with me just because of him?"

Wendy rolled her eyes at me and said, "No, it's because you're too cheap. Every time I went out to eat with you, you always took me to some secluded so-called private restaurants and bragged that those little restaurants were opened by Michelin-star chefs, making me ashamed. By contrast, Xavi always takes me to those truly decent restaurants, each of which requires a membership card. I guess you don't even have the qualifications to go in, do you?"

I couldn't help but take another look at the car. I did put a lot of membership cards and stored-value cards for restaurants in the car. I supposed Xavier deceived Wendy with this car and just a few meals paid with my cards.

Three

Wendy kept belittling me, amusing Xavier.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with her and just picked up my phone to call my supervisor. "Professor Lewis, I need to revise the paper I handed in. Yes, it's mainly about removing the second author on it. I wrote the paper alone."

As soon as I hung up the phone, Wendy's face changed. She stamped her feet anxiously and spat, "How could you possibly call the professor to remove my name from the paper? Do you know my graduation will be delayed without this paper? You are not allowed to take my name out, or I..."

I only asked frostily with a cold look at her, "Or what? Or you'll break up with me?"

Wendy was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. She knew very well that I would not make her the second author again, so she snuggled up against Xavier's arms and said pitifully, "Babe, what should I do? I can't graduate without this paper."

Xavier took out his phone and said to me, "I'll give you 5,000 dollars as long as you change the author of the paper to my babe's name."

I didn't even move and asked, "Only 5,000 dollars? As the son of the richest man, is that all you can give? Shouldn't it be at least 500,000 dollars?"

Xavier's face darkened. A car washer like him could never come up with 500,000 dollars, so he turned to look at Wendy and comforted her. "Babe, it's just a paper. We don't need it. Given our rich family, it doesn't matter whether you graduate or not. I won't despise you because of this."

With Xavier's assurance, Wendy finally looked better. Although she still wanted the paper, she didn't dare to refute Xavier's words and just said with affected calmness, "That's right. I won't mind at all if I can't graduate. I don't give a damn about this. After all, I already have Xavi. Only poor ones need a diploma to change their lives. I don't need it at all."

The moment she finished speaking, the schoolmates around booed, but Wendy only believed that they did it out of jealousy, so she retorted, "Am I not right? So what if you graduate? You'll still just slave for my babe!"

Four

"Really? But it seems that you are only worth 5,000 dollars in your baby's eyes. Are rich people so stingy nowadays?" I couldn't help but ridicule as I looked at the intimate couple before me.

Wendy rolled her eyes and said, "My baby would spend tens of thousands of dollars on a meal he treats me to. The reason why he gave you 5,000 dollars is that a poor loser like you is only worth this much. My babe can easily come up with tens of millions of dollars, but does he ever need to give so much to you?"

What she said seemed to please Xavier to a great extent. Xavier walked a few steps toward me, stretched out his hand, patted my face, and said smugly, "Do you think you are awesome just because you are highly educated? I'm telling you, no matter how capable you are, you'll still be a mediocre employee after you graduate. A meal I have is worth the money your whole family struggles to earn for an entire year!"

I shook off Xavier's hand and resisted the urge to hit him as I said, "Then you two must stick together and never break up."

Wendy touched her flat belly and said, "Of course we won't. I already have Xavi's child. We are solid. How can we break up?"

After she said this, Xavier burst out laughing and said to me, "Hahahaha, are you envious? Wen said you only touched her hand at most. How could you know how intimate Wen and I are? You'll never know in your life how passionate Wen is."

Wendy was not angry at his words. Instead, she looked at me with disdain and said, "I felt nauseous for a long time after he held my hand, and I kept washing until my hand almost peeled. Perhaps because of the unique odor of a poor guy like him, I feel my hand is still uncomfortable."

With that, she wrapped her arm around Xavier and directly left without even a glance at me.

Staring after the two of them as they left, I didn't stop them or expose Xavier.

I was just a little curious to see whether Wendy would regret it enough to commit suicide if she knew I, instead of Xavier, was the son of the richest man in Horson.

Five

The next day, I went to Wendy's dormitory building again to wait for her. It was not until the afternoon that Wendy came back from outside, still in yesterday's clothes, looking weary. I could tell from her look that she had been very tired last night.

At the sight of me, Wendy rolled her eyes and snapped, "Don't you know when enough is enough? I've already told you that we broke up. Why are you still pestering me? I already have a boyfriend. There's no way I can get back together with you. Do you understand?"

I nodded and replied, "I do understand, but I'm not here to get back together with you."

"Then why are you here?" Wendy was stunned for a moment, for she didn't expect such an answer from me.

I showed her several A4 sheets and said, "Since you said that we broke up and that you never loved me yesterday, shouldn't you return the gifts I gave you?"

In truth, this was why I didn't expose Xavier yesterday. I was vindictive and would never let myself suffer any loss.

Wendy snatched the paper sheets from my hand and spat, "What a poor loser you are. It's disgraceful that you still come to ask me for things you gave me after breaking up. You just gave me some trash. How dare you..."

At this point, she was dumbfounded. "How can these things be so expensive? You liar! How can you poor bastard afford to give me gifts worth hundreds of thousands of dollars? What you gave me must all be fake. You are extorting money from me. Believe it or not, I'll call the police and put you in jail for life!"

I took out the transaction records and continued, "I bought all these at the counters of the luxurious brands. They are not fakes. The reason you thought they were fakes is that you couldn't tell what's good."

Honestly, I had never deliberately concealed my identity. I just didn't go out of my way to show it off.