Chapter 1 — After My Roommate Robbed My Dad

During her four years in college, Lam Vy always liked to brag about her "mysterious" boyfriend. Chanel, Hermes, five-star hotels... never lacked anything. But she never let us meet that man. Until graduation day. My dad drove the Maybach to the dormitory to pick me up and take me home. Before I could step forward... Lam Vy excitedly rushed forward, opened the car door and plopped into the passenger seat.

"Darling! Why are you going to school?"

The next second, she turned her head and saw me standing outside the car. The smile on his face immediately froze. Only then did I know... Who was the mysterious boyfriend she had been boasting about for the past four years? The sunlight during the graduation ceremony was so intense that it made people feel like everything in front of their eyes was not real. My name is Hua Giai. Today is the day I officially graduate from university. More than one thousand four hundred days and nights have finally come to an end. The roommates were all excitedly taking photos with their families, only Lam Vy was still as usual, holding her phone and smiling sweetly, with a boastful look on her face.

“He said he would give me a surprise.”

She shook her phone, and on the screen was the logo of a luxury brand.

“Who knows, maybe it's a graduation gift.”

Ngo Man stood next to him and muttered in a low voice:

“Here we go again…”

We are all used to it. Lam Vy is the "princess" of the dormitory. For the past four years, she has lived like a rich lady that every normal girl can only imagine. Her wardrobe is almost half the size of a Chanel showroom. The vanity was filled with La Mer with CPB. Every weekend, a luxury car comes to pick you up. Five-star hotels, private residences, high-end restaurants... All places we've only seen in magazines. And all of that comes from that mysterious boyfriend whose face has never been revealed. According to her story... He was handsome, had a lot of money, and also pampered her to the heavens.

“My boyfriend doesn't like to be bothered, he lives a very private life.”

That's the standard answer that Lam Vy used for four years to block all of our curiosity. We have seen the bouquets of roses he sent. Have seen signed cards. I even smelled the strange scent of men's perfume lingering on her shirt. But no one had ever met that man. He is like a shadow living in legend. Only through constantly appearing money can you prove that you truly exist. I was also curious before. There's even some admiration. Until my third year of college, I accidentally saw Lam Vy stunned in front of a photo of a middle-aged man. The back in the photo... looks a lot like my father. At that time I just thought it was a coincidence. Anyway, successful men often have similar temperaments. Now that I think about it… That's not a coincidence. It was fate that soon let me see the draft of betrayal.

“Hua Giai, aren't your parents coming?”

Lam Vy put her phone away and pretended to care about me. I shook my head.

“My dad came to pick me up, he's waiting at the school gate.”

“What car do you drive?”

She asked very casually, but her eyes carried a feeling of being more than familiar.

“Um… just a normal car.”

I replied leisurely. I never mentioned my family story in the dormitory. My mother passed away when I was young. My father did business alone and raised me up. He always told me:

"Girls must know how to live discreetly and not reveal family matters."

So during my four years in college, I wore normal clothes, used moderately priced cosmetics, and lived no different from other girls from high school backgrounds. A trace of contempt flashed in Lam Vy's eyes.

"That's right, it's not easy for me to raise you alone."

She patted my shoulder, her tone carrying a bit of pity bestowed from above.

"If you have trouble in the future, just come find me. I'll ask my boyfriend to help me."

I looked at that fake sincere face, my stomach suddenly churning with discomfort. The graduation photo session is over. Everyone left one by one. I pulled my suitcase towards the school gate. From afar, I saw a familiar car. The black Maybach S680. Discreet, but under the sunlight it still reflects an aura that makes it impossible to ignore. The license plate number is A88888. Dad once said that that was the car number my mother had personally chosen for him in the past. He stood next to the car, wearing a very delicately tailored suit, with a tall, straight figure. Time seemed to favor him especially. At first glance, at most he looked like he was in his early forties. He saw me and smiled gently. I'm planning on walking quickly. Then suddenly— There was a figure faster than me. She looked exactly like a colorful butterfly that had just seen its prey, her face filled with surprise and joy, she screamed and rushed forward. In the stunned eyes of me and my father, she extremely skillfully pulled open the back seat door of the Maybach and sat down inside.

"Why did you come to school? Didn't you say you would wait for me at the hotel? That's so disgusting, are you planning on giving me a surprise?"

The soft, pampering voice was full of joy of a little girl when she saw the person she loved. My father stopped in place, frowning as he looked at the strange girl who suddenly rushed into the car. The air seemed to freeze in that moment. After settling down in the car, Lam Vy reflexively tried to hug the person sitting in the driver's seat from behind. But in the car... There was only my father's driver, Uncle Vuong. She paused. Then slowly turned his head, his eyes glanced over my father and then stopped at me standing a few meters away, holding a suitcase. The smile on her face froze little by little. Then it crumbled. From joy... To shock... Then disbelief... Finally, panic to the point of turning white. I quietly looked at her. All the mysteries of the past four years have finally been answered. Five-star hotel. The same man she bragged about for four years but never let anyone meet. I finally know... Who her mysterious boyfriend is. Hua Chan Bang. Lam Vy's lips trembled slightly. She looked at me, then back at my father. My father finally reacted, his eyes full of confusion, looking between me and her.

“Giai Giai.”

He spoke, his voice calm.

“Is this… your classmate?”

I pulled my suitcase and walked step by step to the front of the car. I don't look at Lam Vy. Just looked at his father, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Being my roommate… sleeping on the top bunk for four years.”