Chapter 1

On the first day of college, my roommate revealed her identity as the daughter of the richest man in town.

I was confused since her last name didn't match the billionaire's.

She explained she took her mother's surname since childhood.

I secretly called the billionaire's wife: "Mom, I heard you have a secret daughter with someone else behind Dad's back?"

On the first day of freshman year, our dorm was in an uproar over one girl.

Heavy makeup, clicking high heels, designer logos from head to toe.

"Hi everyone, I'm Wendy. My dad is the richest man in town," the girl introduced herself with her head held high.

The revelation of a billionaire's daughter caused quite a stir in the dorm.

"Wow, I've never met a wealthy heiress before!" My roommate Mia excitedly approached her.

But before she could get close, Wendy stopped her with a hand: "Don't get too near me, I'm prone to allergies."

What? Allergic to what? People? Why not just live in outer space then?

Seeing Mia's awkward expression, I couldn't help but speak up: "Isn't the richest man in town surnamed Smith?"

Besides, I don't remember seeing anyone named Wendy on the 2025 Forbes list.

Wendy looked at me, giving me a once-over. How to describe it - one part scrutiny, nine parts disdain? "I use my mom's surname."

"Oh, I see," I said, feigning sudden realization.

"Mrs. Smith, I heard you have a secret daughter with the surname Wendy," I texted quietly.

Mrs. Smith replied faster than ever: "Get lost, I just managed to calm down your jealous dad last night."

Thinking of my easily jealous dad gave me a headache. For males, regardless of species, even if Mrs. Smith just gave directions to someone, he'd throw a fit all day.

But looking at this 'sister' who appeared out of nowhere, well, let her pretend if she wants. As long as she's not spending our family's money.

Just as I was about to climb into bed, a man and woman entered the room. Their bodies were covered in signs of wind and sun exposure, dark and thin, carrying two huge pieces of luggage.

"These are my family's maid and driver," Wendy explained to us, then turned back to the couple and said, "Just leave the luggage there, you can go back now."

"Miss..." The maid was about to say something but was half-pushed out of the dorm by Wendy.

That night, Wendy suggested playing Truth or Dare to get to know each other better. Since it was everyone's first time meeting, we all agreed.

Mia lost the first round and chose Truth.

Wendy asked: "What do your parents do?"

Mia's face lit up with happiness as she recalled her parents: "My parents run a supermarket chain."

"Oh, that must be a tough life for you," Wendy's contemptuous tone slipped out naturally.

"..." Is this girl low on both IQ and EQ? How can she say such disdainful things so confidently? "Why don't you ask her what the supermarket chain is called?"

Wendy looked puzzled.

"Walmart."

The daughter of a founder who opened so many large chain supermarkets nationwide, and you say her life is tough?

I had seen Mia's father at one of my dad's dinner parties earlier when her parents came to drop her off.

Sure enough, when Wendy heard this, her eyes lit up for a moment. Then she lightly patted Mia's hand, "You should have said so earlier, we can hang out together in the future."

"..." She's not allergic to touching others herself?

I lost the second round and chose Truth.

Wendy jumped in: "What do your parents do?"

Ugh, is she a parrot? Did she only learn this one question?

Holding back the urge to roll my eyes, I said: "They're farmers."

I wasn't lying. The delicate-looking Mrs. Wang is actually a forensic pathologist. After seeing too many corpses and smelling enough formaldehyde, her greatest wish in life is to return to farming.

Mr. Wang, who dotes on his wife, made a grand gesture and rented hundreds of acres of farmland in the suburbs. He handed over the company to their son and has since been living a farming life with his beloved wife. They even said they were too busy to manage my college move-in. However, the hundreds of acres of farmland are mostly barren and overgrown with weeds under the couple's care.

When Wendy heard "farmers," a smile, no, more like a sneer, immediately appeared on her face: "One shouldn't be too vain. If your parents are farmers, you shouldn't wear designer brands. Anyone can tell they're fake. But you're pretty enough, I can introduce you to a rich guy in the future."

I glanced at my 'fake brands' and was speechless. This heiress seems quite ignorant. I gave her a white eye roll.

Wendy lost the third round and chose Truth.

I asked: "The wife of the richest man in town is surnamed Wang. You, who supposedly took your mom's surname, are sure your last name is Wendy?"

Can't even do basic research before pretending?

Wendy's face changed instantly. "You..." she stammered.

Before she could finish stuttering, I threw her words back at her: "One shouldn't be too vain. If your parents are farmers, you shouldn't wear designer brands. Anyone can tell they're fake. But you're not that pretty, so I won't bother introducing you to any guys."

Seeing the tense atmosphere between us, Quinn, our dorm leader, quickly found an excuse to end the game.

But the grudge between Wendy and me was set from that moment on.