Oops! My Real Identity Just Destroyed My Con Artist Boyfriend

On the first day of school, my childhood sweetheart boyfriend, Xander Harris, took me to school, but we met a two-faced roommate.

She flattered him, praising his exceptional maturity for his age.

Yet, she accused me of being vain, carrying a knock-off designer bag, and creating a rich persona.

As I tidied my bed, she dramatically gasped. "Wasn't that wealthy older benefactor who accompanied you yesterday supposed to rent you a place near campus? What happened? Did he change his mind?"

When she learned that my boyfriend and I planned to marry right after graduation, she shouted loud, "You can't be serious! Are there still gold diggers who want to get something for nothing and rely on men?"

Inside, I was laughing hysterically.

Wealthy older benefactor? That was my dad!

And my boyfriend? Just the son of my dad's driver.

...

On the first day of my college, Xander accompanied me for registration.

He had just earned my parents' approval, and it was time for him to make a good impression.

He dressed in the outfit I recently gifted him from our tailor, and my dad even specially approved a Maybach for me and had Xander be responsible for my transportation throughout college.

Upon arriving at the school, I headed to the dormitory to greet my roommates, concerned that someone might be changing clothes, making it awkward for Xander to come up later.

To my surprise, the dorm door was wide open, yet the room was empty.

As I was about to toss my bag onto a bed I felt drawn to, a harsh voice sounded from the doorway, "What are you doing? That's my bed!"

I turned to see a woman standing angrily by the door.

I thought I had nearly claimed her bed, so I walked over and apologized, "Sorry, I thought this bed was unoccupied."

Unexpectedly, she slapped my hand away and looked me up and down with disdain, finally fixing her gaze on my bag. "Good thing you didn't throw your bag on it. I'm picky, and if a knock-off designer bag touches my bed, I'll have nightmares."

A knock-off designer bag?

This bag was a new arrival from the boutique, delivered personally by the salesperson. Yet she called it fake?

"My bag is the real deal. You're carrying a fake one around and creating a rich persona?" She said, flaunting her bag in front of me before quickly pulling it back.

"Get out of my way! I don't want your poverty and bad luck rubbing off on me." With that, she swung her bag onto her shoulder and pushed past me, bumping my shoulder.

I forced myself to keep calm and took deep breaths.

However, I couldn't take it anymore.

Just as I was about to roll up my sleeves and grab her hair from behind, my phone rang.

It was my dad calling, reminding me to learn to live harmoniously with others, as this was the first test on my journey to becoming an heir.

Returning to the dorm, I saw Xander had come up at some point, awkwardly dealing with that woman's flattery. "Hello, sir. Are you here to drop off your sister at school? I'm Erika Jones, also in this dorm.

Let me help you with your luggage. I'm not like other women who are pampered. I came by myself. Sir, your outfit is leagues above the guys I know. You must come from a good family, right?"

Erika enthusiastically took the bag from Xander's hand, and while pulling it, she deliberately rubbed her chest against Xander's arm.

I watched Xander blush in his tailored outfit, recalling Erika's unapologetic disdain for the poor, and started to understand her.

I stood aside with great interest until Xander noticed me. He took a few steps back reflexively, like a drowning man who suddenly grabbed a lifebuoy. "Corrine, you're here."