Investing with the Boyfriend

I wanted to reason with Miranda and advise her to stop being so foolish. After all, we were classmates and shared the same dorm room.

However, she actually gave some random guy in college my contact details.

That man was just like Miranda.

They were both on the hunt for someone rich and attractive.

Every attractive woman on campus who came from a well-off family had been harassed by him at least once.

He would even target as many girls as he could at once.

Everyone avoided him.

Despite my obvious annoyance, he kept pestering me. It took a lot of effort to convince him that I would absolutely ignore him. It took me a while, but finally, peace was in my grasp once more.

Still, I never imagined she would give him my contact details without my consent!

"I know girls like you are shy and play hard to get. You're rejecting me now, but you asked your roommate to give me your contact details," the man texted me.

I instantly deleted his text and blocked him.

To my annoyance, Miranda felt like she was in the right. "I was only being kind. I couldn't bear to see you pass over a man who likes you. I've found my Prince Charming, so I want you all to be as happy as I am. You're so ungrateful. I'm just being nice."

Just as I was about to explode with fury and argue back, she jumped up from her seat, shouting in excitement.

"My boyfriend said he found a project that would make us rich! I just need to invest 2,000."

Our other two roommates didn't hesitate to support her.

"That's a great opportunity. You must seize it. If you want to be rich, you should follow what the rich do. If I were you, I'd invest right away."

Miranda looked conflicted. "But… I don't have that money now."

One of them threw out a suggestion. "You can borrow a loan. It's so easy to get a loan now. You can just pay it back after you strike it rich."

I could tell Miranda was swayed.

Although I was angry at her, my good conscience made it so that I could not resist throwing out a warning that he might be a scammer.

Unfortunately, she scorned my good intentions and mocked me instead.

Nevertheless, it seemed my warning did the opposite. Instead of making her think twice and change her ways, it only convinced her to borrow a loan.

In her mind, I was someone who did not want to see her do well due to my jealousy over her rich boyfriend.

You know what? Whatever. It was none of my business.

I called my mother and told her about the scratches on my car.

She advised me to let it go.

Miranda was one of the students she sponsored. Miranda would call and message her, asking after her health.

She would even send us gifts during the festive seasons.

Before college started, my mother even told me to look after Miranda since we were classmates.

At the time, I had agreed because Miranda seemed like a grateful scholarship student.

Now, my impression of Miranda had sunk to rock bottom.

Look after her? Honey, I'd rather throw myself off a cliff.

Still, I reluctantly promised my mother I would forgive Miranda for scratching up the car.

Later, Miranda borrowed a lot of money to invest in her boyfriend's venture. From that day on, she would fantasize about the day her investment paid off.

She would have really struck it rich then.

She even boasted about how she would involve our two roommates after this project paid off, claiming that her boyfriend would lead them to riches.

As for me, I naturally had no share in the plans since I doubted him.

The other two were so grateful to her that they began mocking me as well.

I did not care.

I was waiting for the day when the bubble finally popped for them.

Miranda had likely forgotten that the money used to pay for her tuition and expenses came from my family's scholarship.

She could only afford to buy new clothes because I bought her meals.

Prior to our altercation, I had swapped the counterfeit skincare products she bought because I was afraid she would ruin her skin and health.

If it weren't for me, Miranda couldn't even afford to buy those counterfeit products. In the worst-case scenario, she might have starved to death long ago.

Some people were just born ungrateful and undeserving of help, so I decided to take a step back and stop interfering.

I left the dorm and chose to study in the library.

Every second spent in that room with those girls felt suffocating, the lack of oxygen killing off my precious brain cells.

Possible Prince Charming

That night, Miranda was still crowing about her rich boyfriend when I returned to the dorm.

"He said he'll take me to the Malift Islands for a holiday once the project pays off. We'll even get married once I graduate. The gift he bought has arrived. It's perfume. I really love the scent.

"According to him, this is a rather niche and expensive brand in Eulora. Every bottle is worth thousands."

She started snapping pictures of her perfume bottle, showing it off online.

She even began whining about how she did not know what gift to send in return.

The other two roommates voiced their envy.

I let out a mocking scoff after taking a cursory glance at the packaging.

A niche brand from Eulora? Please! The perfume was clearly cheap and not worth much.

Only a brainless fool like Miranda would fall for the lie.

The scent of the cheap perfume was so overpowering that I had to open a window to air out the room.

Regardless, I refused to tell Miranda that her boyfriend sent her something that was clearly bought off the street after what she'd done to me.

To be honest, I greatly anticipated the day when she discovered she had been cheated. What would her reaction be then?

…

The next day in class, she sat next to Theo Gardner, the campus hottie.

Theo was not just the hottest guy on campus. He was also a rich kid.

Miranda nonchalantly pushed her book off the table and onto the ground next to him.

He picked it up for her.

She thanked him bashfully, her cheeks flushing.

…

Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing.

I clicked in to read the messages.

There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid.

Miranda was beside herself with excitement.

"Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."

The other two roommates were equally excited.

"Whoa! Really? It really is Theo's car! I've seen him driving it around. That car's so amazing, and he's so handsome. Miranda, you're so lucky!"

"Miranda, you must seize this chance. Don't miss out on someone as great and rich as Theo. You're just so lucky! He asked you to invest in his project so you could be rich. That means he already thinks of you as his!"

Their strange rationality and idealistic fantasies encouraged Miranda, making her feel bolder.

Miranda poked Theo with a finger, her cheeks flushing prettily. "Hi."

"Hello," he politely replied.

She shyly lowered her head, too scared to look at him. Instead, she started messaging the group once more.

"It must be him. He spoke to me and even smiled. Goodness! I can't hold it in any longer. My head is spinning. How is he so cool? Say, should I be more proactive and ask him to treat him to a meal as thanks for helping me make it big?"

The other two cheered her on, "Of course!"

I stared at the screen, utterly speechless. Then, I decisively closed the group chat.

He smiled, so that meant he was into her?

I once saw Theo smile at a stray dog across the street! Did that mean he loved it in that way as well?