Chapter 24 — After My Roommate Robbed My Dad

A scammer. A fake academic. A white-eyed wolf. Her voice choked. After saying those two words. It was like her entire soul collapsed at once. Lawyer Qin passed the pen over. Lam Vy picked up that pen. My hands were shaking so much I could barely hold them. She still signed her name down. Stroke by stroke. Just like her life was ruined by herself. After signing. She seemed to have been drained of all her strength and fell down on the sofa. Lawyer Qin took back the documents and nodded with satisfaction.

“Someone in charge will contact you later.”

“If during the debt repayment period there is any evasion or violation…”

He stopped for a moment, smiling faintly.

“We will immediately restart criminal proceedings.”

Lam Vy closed her eyes tightly. Gently nodded. From beginning to end... She didn't dare look at me again. Because she knows. From this moment on. Between us... We are no longer classmates. Also no longer friends. Debtors and creditors. Be the winner. And the biggest loser. The villa door closed. The living room became quiet again. It was still raining outside, the yard lights reflected through the ground-level glass, reflecting in cold streaks on the floor. I sat quietly on the sofa for a long time. My father poured me a cup of hot tea.

“Are you softened?”

He looked at me, his voice low. I shook my head.

“Not soft-hearted.”

“From the beginning I didn't intend to force her to death.”

I raised my head and looked at the rain outside the window.

“The truly terrifying person… is not destroyed.”

“But after being destroyed, it still lives on.”

My father was silent for a few seconds then burst out laughing.

“Daddy's daughter has really grown up.”

I also laughed. It's just that smile is no longer the same as it was four years ago. No longer naive. No longer weak. Three days later. Lam Vy's "Letter of Apology and Voluntary Dropout" was officially published. Exactly what lawyer Qin said. All major domestic media platforms simultaneously posted it. School forum. Education news sites. Even the hot news section on social networks. Her name is everywhere.

"Lin Vy - female student pretending to be poor cheated more than one hundred seventy eighty thousand."

"The person who won the title of excellent student turned out to have cheated on the exam and had a fake thesis."

“Academic advisor colludes students to defraud donors.”

Everything absolutely exploded. The apology letter itself hurts more than any sentence. Because every sentence, every word... is written by Lam Vy herself. She admitted everything. Admitting that he lied for four years out of vanity. Admitting exam cheating. Admitting falsification of research data. Admitted to maliciously reporting a classmate. Also admit... I used to consider the kindness of others as a stepping stone to climb up. She wrote a sentence.

“I used to think that if I just pretended to be good enough, I would become someone who belonged to that luxurious world.”

“I understood later.”

“Those who steal someone else's light will eventually be swallowed by darkness.”

That letter was just posted. The whole network was silent for a few hours. What followed was a tsunami of public opinion much more intense than before. But this time... There weren't many people scolding anymore. On the contrary, many people began to sigh.

“Greed is truly the scariest thing.”

“If she had been kind, life would have been very good.”

“Poor person The best is still Hua Giai."

“Being betrayed by my best friend for four years… just thinking about it gives me chills.”

“After watching it, I just felt sad.”

Even a few professors in the academic world spoke out. Take Lam Vy's case as a typical example of "the corruption of values among young people". A long time later. Her name has almost become a "precedent" in educational seminars. Disappeared from all media again. Do not accept interviews. Don't speak up. Do not sell carpets. I just quietly started my new life. My father and I went on a business trip. Study business management. Study finance. Learn how to sit in a meeting room facing people decades older than you while still remaining calm. Sometimes I lie down late at night. I still remember the dormitory that year. Remember the bunk bed. Remember the times we ate hot pot together. Remember the girl who once said to me with red eyes:

“Hua Giai, I will definitely repay you in the future.”

Humans were once consumed by desire and lost their souls. Then the promise will also rot.