He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

ding ding ding-

The phone alarm rang incessantly, shrill and persistent. Xia Ruo felt a headache coming on; why did it feel like the sound was coming from right next to her ear? But this alarm clock ringing was definitely not hers.

"Ruoruo, turn off the alarm clock... It's been ringing for ages, and we don't have class this morning."

From the next bed came the lazy, sleepy voice of a young girl, soft and gentle, with the slurred sound unique to those in bed.

Xia Ruo groggily fumbled around next to her pillow, her fingers touching her phone. Relying on muscle memory, she pressed the power button, and the alarm finally stopped.

and many more.

She closed her eyes, and her brows slowly furrowed.

What did that person just say? No classes? Why does it feel like I'm still in school? Am I dreaming? Dreaming of going back to university?

She clearly remembered working overtime at the Beijing Rice Group—

I've worked overtime countless times, revising plans in front of the computer screen until my eyes go black.

Then he collapsed at his workstation.

And then... was it the sound of an ambulance? Or nothing at all?

Xia Ruo tried to pinch her arm slightly.

Ouch—that hurts!

Not a dream!

She suddenly opened her eyes, her peach blossom eyes widening in surprise, and the sight before her made her freeze.

The ceiling above was off-white, with strings of fairy lights hanging from it. The bed curtains were light pink, letting in light, and you could vaguely see a tuft of blankets rolled up on the opposite bed.

The air smelled of laundry detergent, mixed with a hint of leftover milk tea, and the faint scent of skincare products that's unique to a girl's room.

She propped herself up and sat up, then pulled back the bed curtains to look outside.

The dormitory wasn't big, but it was decorated quite warmly.

Four bunk beds with desks underneath, and a desk lamp and a laptop on the wooden desk.

A handwritten class schedule and several Polaroid photos were pasted on the wall next to the table.

Different colored curtains separate the small spaces—pink, light blue, pea green, and milky white—like four independent little worlds.

The floral curtains billowed gently in the morning breeze, revealing the azure sky outside.

A pair of slippers lay crookedly on the ground, next to a canvas tote bag with its opening open, revealing a lipstick and half a pack of tissues.

The balcony door wasn't closed properly, and the clothes hanging out to dry were swaying gently in the wind.

This is... a university dormitory.

Xia Ruo looked down at the bed she was on, or rather, the original owner's bed.

I almost fainted.

Several shopping bags were piled up at the foot of the bed, all bearing the same logos she used to see in magazines.

There were three or four lipsticks scattered next to the pillow, all of them the latest models from big brands.

A Chanel bag was lying askew on the corner of the blanket, its opening open, revealing a cardholder and a limited-edition powder compact inside.

Even the bed sheets are made of real silk, and they feel smooth to the touch. She had only ever seen this brand sold in live streams during big sales before, and the price made her swipe away instantly.

This is not something a college student should have.

Ding-dong-

My phone vibrated.

Xia Ruo picked up the phone in a daze, and the phone unlocked directly with facial recognition. A WeChat message popped up on the screen.

The nickname is a single character: Zero.

Zero: [I'm going back to China next week, let's meet up, baby.]

She stared at the word "baby" and felt goosebumps all over her body.

Meeting? Who is this?

Suddenly, a violent wave of dizziness washed over me.

It was as if someone had shoved a water pipe straight into her brain and turned the valve up to its maximum—large chunks of memories that didn't belong to her flooded in like a torrent.

Xia Ruo gripped the bed railing tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Damn it.

She transmigrated into the book.

Her name is Xia Ruo, a 996 workaholic at the Rice Group in the real world. After her 999th and 999th overtime shift, she collapsed and fell unconscious at her workstation.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transported into the romance novel about a wife-chasing tragedy that he had just finished reading while slacking off at work during the day.

The person she transmigrated into was also named Xia Ruo, a third-year student in the dance department of University A.

This body has a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, giving it an inherent charm when it looks at people.

She is 168 cm tall with a slender frame and a beautiful curve at the waist. She has a bright and alluring appearance.

But the original owner's personality didn't match this face at all—she was a gold digger.

The original owner knew from a young age that she was good-looking, but she also knew that her good looks were "improper"—that was her mother's word.

Her mother was the Lin family's nanny, and she was always timid and submissive. She always felt that her daughter's eyes were too alluring and that she was not the kind of woman a respectable woman should be.

Hearing these kinds of words repeatedly, a thorn was planted in the original owner's heart: her face was worthless unless it was attached to a rich person.

So she started fishing on social media.

After two months of careful research, she even developed a skill to distinguish between genuine and fake wealthy people—when looking at their WeChat Moments, you can't just look at their cars; you have to check if their parking spaces are fixed.

When evaluating a restaurant, don't just look at the plating; look at the vintage of the wines on the table. When choosing a watch, don't just look at the brand; look at whether it's a limited edition.

She studied these things like an academic, filling her notebooks with her insights.

Then she hooked up with Zhou Siyan, the heir to the Zhou Group.

Of course, she didn't know that it was Zhou Siyan.

All she knew was that the other person's photos on social media were of a profile of someone wearing a baseball cap, whose face was obscured, and the bio was very simple.

But the everyday photos he casually posts are of private horse farms or golf clubs, and even a casually taken picture of a cup of coffee shows a Hermès coaster peeking out from the corner of the table.

She knew she had caught a big fish.

But she also has a fatal secret: she used a photo of her best friend, Lin Wanzhi.

The original owner was well aware that her face had no advantage in the market for the wealthy.

After two months of research, she discovered that the women around truly top-tier wealthy men were either obsequious or afraid of them, and were rather wary of women with glamorous appearances.

They prefer girls who are innocent, clean-cut, and don't seem aggressive. If they can also be a little coquettish, that's a killer move.

Looking at her own fox-like face, the original owner felt her inferiority complex grow wildly like weeds. She didn't believe she could win.

So she set her sights on Lin Wanzhi.

Lin Wanzhi, her best friend who grew up with her, the daughter of the Lin family's nanny and the Lin family's heiress—this identity itself is full of irony.

Lin Wanzhi is gentle and quiet, with a pure and innocent appearance. She is the kind of girl who was raised in a wealthy family and has no aggressiveness whatsoever.

The original owner knew from a young age that when she and Lin Wanzhi stood together, one was a fairy and the other a demon.

She was jealous, she hated, but more often than not, she chose to take advantage of.

She held Lin Wanzhi's photo and chatted with a man on social media whose online name was "Zero".

She spent two months researching his interests, talking to him about literature, music, and obscure art history knowledge she had researched online.

Then she discovered that this "zero" didn't care what they talked about at all; he only cared whether she could act cute, whether she could coax people, and whether she could make him feel needed.

So the original owner started acting.

"Brother, I'm so tired from class today, I want to get a pat on the head~"

"Evening self-study is over. It's raining outside and so cold. I finished the milk tea my brother bought me last time, sob sob, I want to drink it again."

"Is your brother busy? I miss you."

Each message was followed by a money transfer request.

At first it was a few thousand, then tens of thousands, and later hundreds of thousands.

The original owner accepted everything offered, and then went on to buy bags, cosmetics, and silk bed sheets, living the life of a "kept woman" in her imagination.

What she didn't know was that this "Zero" was the sole heir to the Zhou Group.

What is the ending of the novel?

Zhou Siyan made a last-minute decision to return to China on Christmas Eve, wanting to give Lin Wanzhi, whom he had been dating online for half a year, a surprise.

He had his assistant check the other party's address, bought a trunk full of gifts, and personally drove to the gate of University A.

Then I saw the real Lin Wanzhi—a face exactly like the one in the photo.

But standing next to her was a girl who was even more beautiful and alluring than in the photos, and the two were chatting and laughing at the school gate.

He walked over to Lin Wanzhi and said, "Baby, I'm back."