Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Only Lou Qianqian was looking at me with that sly, sarcastic grin.

“Oh, back from your side gig? What did you get your hands on this time?”

I lived in the dorm, and sometimes I had no choice but to go out at night. When my roommates asked, I just said my family wasn’t well-off and I had to work part-time.

One day, after helping a female client inspect her house, she thanked me by pulling a brand-new purse from her walk-in closet and insisted I take it. I tossed it in our dorm room without thinking, but my roommate happened to spot it.

Ling Ling ran over to touch the purse and shrieked in exaggerated excitement.

“Oh my gosh, Qianqian, come look! Isn’t this the limited edition bag you showed me yesterday? You said there were only ten in the whole country and it was impossible to get-how does Qiao Moyu have one?”

Lou Qianqian pursed her lips. Her dad was the CEO of a listed company, and she’d always been the one showing off in our dorm. There was no way she’d admit someone could outshine her.

“It’s obviously fake.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, totally. Fake.”

I didn’t think much of it, but Lou Qianqian wouldn’t just let it go.

A few classmates planned a shopping trip, and Lou Qianqian insisted I bring my purse, gushing about how nice it looked. When we got near a luxury boutique, she spilled half a cup of coffee onto my bag.

“Oh my gosh, Moyu, I didn’t mean to! Their customer service here is great-let’s take it in for a free cleaning.”

I stared at the stain, a little distressed. It was such a nice bag-what a waste. But I nodded and agreed to have it cleaned, while Lou Qianqian and Ling Ling covered their mouths, giggling.

“Does she have no brains? Wait till the sales staff kick her out-she’s going to be mortified, hahaha.”

The two of them dragged our classmates into the store, eager to watch me get embarrassed. To their surprise, the clerk took the purse, politely poured tea for all of us, and said it would take a week for repairs. She asked for my address so they could deliver it when it was done.

“That can’t be right-are you sure? This bag is a fake!” Lou Qianqian was so furious her nose seemed twisted, just short of yelling at the clerk. The clerk looked at her in surprise.

“Miss, this purse has a serial number. We sold it just last month-there’s no way it’s fake.”

Now all the classmates were stunned.

“Qiao Moyu, what does your family do?”

“Yeah, this purse is so expensive, but you’re so low-key. We’d never have guessed.”

“Not like some people, who flaunt a bag that’s just a fraction of this one and still have the nerve to brag about it every day.”

Lou Qianqian’s face turned beet red. She stomped her foot and ran off.

After that day, she started telling everyone I was being kept by some sugar daddy, and all those gifts were from rich old men.