My Roommate Pretended to Be an Heiress: “I’m Getting Pregnant to Marry Rich!” I Rolled My Eyes: Even a Fake Rich Family Is Still a Family
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As college began, my roommate Lily Evans decided to rank us based on our blood types, with Type A being the highest, followed by O, and B at
the bottom.
Since I have Type B blood, I became the lowest–ranked person in her eyes.
She treated me like a servant, writing a list of unreasonable rules for me on a piece of paper.
She also called herself “Miss Evans” and showed off her designer clothes and bags in our dorm room.
“If you all listen to me, I’ll have my dad arrange jobs for you after graduation, she boasted.
Hearing her words nearly made me cough up blood.
If she’s Miss Evans, then who was the person I visited at the psychiatric hospital yesterday?
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“Let me tell you, people with Type B blood are the most fickle, selfish, and emotionally unstable. They’re like crazy people and can’t hang out with us Type A and O folks,” Lily declared.
“We Type A people have the best personalities. We’re meticulous, enthusiastic, and generous. From now on, I’ll be the boss of this dorm and
take care of you all.”
After asking about our blood types, Lily couldn’t stop talking.
There were four of us in the dorm: Lily was Type A, two others were Type O, and I was the only Type B.
We were college students, not idiots. Everyone exchanged awkward smiles and ignored her, continuing to unpack.
If blood types really determined personality, there would only be a few identical types of people in the world.
But this irritated her. She took out her designer clothes and bags, spreading them across her bed as if afraid someone might miss them.
One roommate from a rural area, seeing such beautiful clothes for the first time, exclaimed, “Wow, your family must be rich! These clothes are gorgeous. They must cost thousands!”
Lily was delighted by the flattery: “Thousands? These cost $40,000! Here, take this lipstick. It’s a designer brand, number 422”
Another roommate put down her clothes and looked at them with shining eyes.
Lily noticed her interest and gave her a lipstick too: “Stick with me, and there’ll be plenty of perks.”
It was ridiculous. Truly wealthy people don’t remember the prices of things they buy, nor do they show off so blatantly.
Seeing that I had no reaction, Lily approached me with a lipstick, smirking: “Don’t pretend. I know you want one too. From now on, you’ll be our dorm’s little follower. This is your welcome gift.”
As the only daughter of the Liu Group, why would I need to be anyone’s follower?
She was so arrogant over just giving me a lipstick. You’d think she’d bought me a house or something.
But since I had to live in this dorm for a year before I could move off–campus, I politely declined: “No need, I have more lipsticks than I can
use.”
She had expected me to be grateful, so her face fell.
She opened my drawer and burst out laughing: “I thought you used some fancy brand. You have the nerve to look down on mine? These are just cheap knockoffs from Wish.”
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“Knockoffs? These are all custom–made products my mom brought back from abroad.”
Now she was laughing so hard tears were about to fall.
“You should think before you lie. I’m Miss Evans. How come I’ve never seen this brand?”
“You don’t mean the Evans family that donated a building to our school, do you?”
Lily nodded proudly, basking in their admiration like a celebrity.
“If you all listen to me, I’ll have my dad arrange jobs for you after graduation.”
Hearing her words nearly made me cough up blood.
If she’s Miss Evans, then who was the person I visited at the psychiatric hospital yesterday?
