He never liked doing group assignments, and I always ended up doing them for him.
He knew it was awkward, so he’d transfer me enough money to cover my expenses for six months as compensation.
For me, someone preparing for graduate school, it was a lifeline.
I’ve always felt a sense of gratitude toward Ryan.
It’s no exaggeration to say that half of his good grades were thanks to me.
But over the years, I’ve helped him enough.
In every aspect, I never embarrassed him.
Maybe, though, he never really brought me into his true circle.
After I slapped Ryan, we didn’t contact each other for a while.
I packed up everything he gave me and returned it all.
It wasn’t that he didn’t try to reach out, but every time I thought of his words, "I’ll wait until I get bored of her," I felt disgusted.
Besides, I’m aware of my worth.
When we officially started dating, Ryan’s mother came to see me.
She gave me a meaningful look, then took a casual sip of coffee.
"You’re still young. If you’re going to date, fine, but don’t cause any trouble."
She naturally assumed I was a gold-digger and had already written a soap opera in her mind where I got pregnant to secure my place.
She investigated my background.