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."

Erika's expression turned awkward when she saw me.

I walked past her to stand beside Xander. "Why didn't you give me a heads-up before coming up here? This is the girls' dormitory, what if..."

"It's not like that, Corrine. I just called you, but your line was busy, so I..."

Honestly, I was annoyed by his actions, but seeing him sweating and bending over to explain, I felt it would be unreasonable to pursue it further.

Erika's face showed some discomfort when she saw me. "Are you two... together?"

But in a flash, after glancing back and forth between Xander and me, she remarked, "Your brother kindly came to drop you off at school, and instead of helping him pack, you're blaming him? Sir, don't bother with such an ungrateful sister."

Xander and I stayed silent, but Erika kept pressing on. She grabbed Xander and stood with her hands on her hips in front of him.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Anyone who didn't know the truth would think you were fiercely protective of him."

Yet Erika only tightened her grip on Xander's arm.

Not stopping there, she pulled Xander away, claiming she was going to show him around the campus.

Xander was so scared he looked back at me with every step, while I leisurely followed, shrugging my shoulders at him.

I was curious to see what Erika was up to.

She noticed me trailing behind, but instead of backing off, she doubled down.

She blinked at Xander with her eyes that were heavily eyelashed and covered with glitter eyeshadow. She squeaked, "Sir, are you a student here too? Then you're my senior, and you'll have to look after me.

I noticed you have a Maybach key. You have such good taste. I love Maybachs too."

Through it all, Xander maintained a polite smile, occasionally giving her a brief reply.

However, he didn't reject her directly, nor did he clarify our relationship.

He didn't even refute Erika's assumptions about his background.

His ambiguous attitude only convinced Erika she was right, and her eyes sparkled with excitement, "Xander, you're different from other guys. Any other guy with money would broadcast it to the world, but not you. You're so modest."

Xander let out a couple of awkward laughs, "Not really."

Erika glanced back at me, deliberately pulling her short skirt higher, as if suddenly aware of my presence, "Corrine is walking in high heels. She must be difficult. I'll help her."

She then stormed toward me, pretending to accidentally bump me over, then quickly bent down to help me up.

In doing so, her short skirt almost rode up to her waist, and before she managed to get me back on my feet, she held that position for a good while, making sure Xander got a full view.

Xander's face flushed all the way to his ears.

I rubbed my twisted ankle and scolded, "Are you out of your mind?"

She feigned innocence, "I just saw you struggling in heels and wanted to help."

Seeing my ankle twisted and my hand bruised, Xander rushed over and lifted me in his arms.

My heart warmed at his gesture, but his words quickly cooled it, "Never mind, your classmate meant well."

Erika shrieked, "Aren't you siblings? Isn't that a bit too close?"

I flashed a faint smile, "Who said we're siblings? This is my boyfriend."

I distinctly felt Xander's arms tighten around me.

"Your boyfriend?" Erika exaggeratedly gasped and said loudly, "So, the old man who said he'd rent a place for you yesterday isn't your boyfriend?"

At that moment, I suddenly recalled that yesterday, when my dad and I came to check out the school environment, we met a woman at the dormitory entrance.

"It seems that you not only have a boyfriend but also a sugar daddy."

The bustling crowd around us turned their piercing stares toward us, like daggers.

Even Xander, who was holding me, furrowed his brow, "Corrine, is what she's saying true?"

For a moment, I was so angry I couldn't tell if my chest hurt more or my ankle, "You doubt me?"

Realizing I was genuinely angry, Xander immediately apologized softly, "How could I? It's obvious she's talking about your father."

Just as I was about to say something, he swept me up and strode back to the dormitory building, "It pains me to see you hurt. Come, let's go back, and you should rest for a while."

Looking up into his eyes filled with affection, my anger dissipated instantly.

Plus, Erika apologized to me, and I didn't want to start on the wrong foot with everyone on the first day, so I nodded stiffly, suppressing my fury.

But once we returned to the dormitory, as Xander carefully placed me on a lower bunk, Erika immediately threw a pile of my belongings beside me with a loud thud, "You've touched this bed, so now no one else can use it. Don't make others uncomfortable."

She spoke as if I were some virus-ridden germ.

Watching Xander gently rub my foot, she spoke in a harsh tone. "Anyone with decent manners would know this. I'm not targeting you specifically."

Fed up with her sarcastic remarks, I couldn't hold back any longer and stood up abruptly, "Who are you mocking?"

Erika was so scared that she shrank behind Xander, "Did I say something wrong? A bed is a very private personal space. Once you've lain on it, others really can't use it."

"It's not about the bed. I can sleep on any bed," I interrupted her, "But your attitude in speaking, what are you trying to imply?"

Xander tried to mediate, "Alright, she's just reminding you out of kindness."

Erika tugged on Xander's sleeve, "Xander, how come your girlfriend has such a temper? You must have a hard time, right?"

I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward my bed, "Do you think I can't tell who is a bitch? Let me tell you, I can not only spot a bitch, I can also beat the bitch!"

Amidst the chaos, I saw Erika quickly bump her wrist against the bed's edge, and the bracelet she was wearing shattered instantly.

Her eyes turned red, "This was my mom's memento. Corrine, no matter how much you dislike me, this is too much, isn't it?"

When Xander heard it was a memento, his eyes turned red, too. "Have you been without a mother since childhood like me?"

He then spoke in a tone I'd never heard before, "Corrine, you've gone too far this time!"

Without thinking, I slapped Xander hard, "Is that how you see me?"

Xander fell silent.

Because I cried.

Because I also grew up without a mom.

Three knocks sounded at the door, and a short-haired girl poked her head in, "Erika, isn't the bracelet on your wrist the one we bought at the morning market today?"

She spoke while extending her hand, showing off a bracelet identical to Erika's, "Look, we bought them together this morning, twenty dollars each, thirty-five for two."