I started dating Scarlett Song, known for being extremely flirtatious and having countless boyfriends. Everyone thought I was madly infatuated with her.
When she skipped class to go shopping, I helped her take notes.
When she flirted with other guys, I covered for her relationships.
For three years, I acted as her devoted admirer, doing everything in my power to help her get into Harvard University. But right before the semester started, I was dumped.
She had a haughty attitude and looked down on me, saying, “I know you’ve liked me for a long time, but all you think about is studying. Compared to Chris, you’re too boring. Let’s break up. I want to be with Chris.”
Everyone was waiting to see me fall apart.
I glanced at the $50 million that had appeared in my bank account and sincerely said, “Okay, congratulations.”
No one knew that my unconditional pursuit of her was purely because her father had offered me so much money.
Now that the money was in my account, it was naturally time for me to leave.
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“He just said ‘congratulations’ after being dumped by the campus beauty?!”
“He hung up in less than a minute, so quickly. Could he be going crazy from the pain?”
“It doesn’t look like it. He’s too calm. It seems more like he’s been looking forward to this breakup.”
As these words fell, someone cautiously glanced at Scarlett Song. She was leaning against her new boyfriend’s arms, but her beautiful face looked very angry.
That person hurriedly said, “Bailey has liked Miss Song for so many years, everyone can see that. How could he not care? He must be holding it in and not saying anything!”
“I bet it won’t be more than three days before he comes back begging Miss Song not to abandon him!”
Scarlett Song’s gloomy face softened a bit. “If he comes back begging me, I might consider forgiving him. We’ll see what he does.”
I was completely unaware of their discussion as I pulled my suitcase to the train station.
Even if I had heard their mockery, I would have only responded with a cold smile.
If it weren’t for my parents believing that school was useless for kids and that I should work at a construction site while I was young…
If it weren’t for my college acceptance letter being torn to shreds, and me nearly being beaten to death by my alcoholic father, only to have Scarlett’s father find me at that moment and make an offer—
As long as I could help Scarlett get into Harvard University, not only would he pay for my high school tuition, but he would also give me $50 million…
I wouldn’t have followed behind Miss Scarlett Song, coming whenever she beckoned, doing whatever she asked without complaint, acting as her devoted admirer.
For three whole years.
I used every means possible to turn her from a student who failed every subject into a straight-A student, successfully getting her into Harvard University.
Now that everything had been achieved, I could finally take the money and leave. How could I be heartbroken over her changing boyfriends?
From the very beginning, I only wanted to struggle and fight my way out of hell, to strive for a better future for myself.
Love had never had anything to do with me.
After the semester started, I didn’t report to the university that had accepted me.
My parents wouldn’t let me go anyway. After all, a student who could get into Harvard could earn a high salary working manual labor.
If I was going to leave, I had to go further away.
Over the summer months, I achieved fluency in French.
I successfully applied for overseas study.
As I boarded the flight to Paris, Scarlett sent me a reconciliation text,
“Why did you delete all my contact information?”
“Bailey, haven’t you thrown enough of a tantrum this whole summer? Even if I’m with Chris now, we can still be friends. Stop acting out and add my contact information back.”
These words still carried that haughty, looking-down-on-me attitude.
As if she was certain that I would return to her side like a dog wagging its tail, no matter how willful she was or how much she trampled on my feelings, just like I had for the past three years.
I simply took out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and casually tossed it into the airport trash can.
Along with all the humiliation, calculations, and memories I didn’t want to recall that the SIM card carried, I discarded it all.
The plane flew across the sky, covering up all my past experiences.
Later, I heard from a friend that Scarlett had left comments on all my previous social media platforms.
The content was basically along the lines of “Haven’t you had enough?” “It’s just dating, why are you so angry?” “Hurry up and add my contact information back!” and so on.
He said, “At first, Scarlett was certain you would come back to her. When you didn’t, she gradually became more and more irritated. Sometimes just mentioning your name could make her angry.”
It felt like I was listening to someone else’s story. I had no thoughts about it.
Using the $50 million Mr. Song had given me, I started anew in Paris.
I chose a top design school. Language, culture, heavy coursework,
Everything was a new challenge, but there was no Scarlett Song to please, no suffocating original family. There were only paintbrushes, drawings, and endless aspirations for the future.
Several years flew by quickly.
With the dual effects of talent and hard work, the clothes I designed began to show impressive results at various fashion weeks, and I won several prestigious international awards.
I was also assigned as the newly appointed chief designer of Lumina, sent back to my home country to expand the North American market.
On my first day back.
While having lunch at the restaurant downstairs from the branch office, a hesitant voice sounded behind me: “Bailey? Is that you?”
I turned around to see a somewhat familiar guy.
It seemed to be Tommy Lu, who sat in front of me in high school.
He stared at me with wide eyes, not hiding his up-and-down appraisal, his eyes full of amazement and disbelief.
“My God! It really is you! You’ve changed so much!”
Gone was the timidity and deliberately ingratiating submissiveness of high school. Time and experience had given me a calm and composed demeanor.
“Long time no see.”
“It really is you! What a coincidence!” Tommy Lu seemed very excited.
“There happens to be a class reunion tonight, just at the restaurant upstairs. A lot of classmates are coming, including Scarlett! You must come! Everyone probably won’t recognize you!”
Scarlett?
This name was like a distant symbol that hadn’t appeared in my mind for a long time.
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