The Opportunity to Become Rich Overnight: How He Seized His Destiny

Chapter 5

"It’s you!"

Qin Jiuer froze the moment she saw Lu Yuan.

“You?”

Lu Yuan felt a wave of speechlessness—of all people, the girl from Dicos turned out to be He Min’s roommate.

“What? You two know each other? Well, that’s wonderful!”

He Min was equally stunned. Judging from their expressions, they did indeed know each other. She hadn’t expected this twist.

“Oh, we certainly know each other,” Qin Jiuer said with a smirk at the corners of her mouth. “Do you know who he is? He’s the guy who sneaked a bite of my food at Dicos!”

A collective gasp rippled through the room. For a moment, no one spoke, all caught in an awkward silence where no one quite knew what to say.

At last, Zhang Hui broke through the discomfort with a teasing grin, his earlier embarrassment now replaced by mock exasperation. “Old Lu, if you’re struggling that much, why didn’t you say something to your brothers? You’re really keeping us out of the loop!”

“Yeah, Old Lu, that’s just wrong,” Song Chun chimed in, shaking his head.

“Come on, Lu Yuan, sit down. Let’s make it up to you tonight,” Chen Feng interjected, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “And Jiuer, look, this is fate, isn’t it?”

Lu Yuan offered no protest, taking a seat. But Qin Jiuer stood up abruptly.

“Forget it. I’m not eating here. I have other things to do.” She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

As she walked away, a thought crossed her mind: she’d come tonight in the hopes of meeting a new guy, imagining that Chen Feng’s dorm mates would all be handsome and well-off. Ideally, she would even find a boyfriend, someone she could double-date with He Min and Chen Feng.

But reality was far from her expectations. Chen Feng’s friends were hardly the polished, affluent types she had imagined. And then there was Lu Yuan—her last remaining hope—who turned out to be… well, the gap was simply too large to ignore. She was beyond disappointed.

Just as she was about to make her exit, a young man stepped in front of her. He was short, but stylishly dressed, sporting a Rolex on his wrist and holding two glasses of red wine.

“Hey, beautiful,” he drawled, an air of cocky nonchalance about him. “I lost a game of Truth or Dare with my friends, so I’m supposed to ask a gorgeous girl to share a drink with me. Would you do me the honor?”

The man’s confidence suggested he was used to getting his way, and he looked like he had money to spare. But while Qin Jiuer was drawn to wealth, she wasn’t the type to accept advances from just anyone, especially not in her current mood, soured by the evening’s events.

“No,” she replied coldly.

The man, who’d been smirking, immediately looked taken aback. What had seemed like an easy win had turned into a rejection, leaving him at a loss.

“Hey, come on now. Don’t be so heartless,” he protested, grabbing her arm as she tried to walk away.

Qin Jiuer’s annoyance flared. She reacted instinctively, her palm cracking sharply across his cheek. “Back off!”

The man, stunned by the slap, stood there in disbelief. Chen Feng, He Min, and the others had seen the commotion and were about to step in, but Qin Jiuer seized the moment to make her escape.

After she left, an uneasy silence lingered at the table. Zhang Hui, Song Chun, and Chen Feng all wanted to say something in Lu Yuan’s defense, but with Qin Jiuer’s friends present, they held back.

Lu Yuan could sense the tension and, after a brief pause, excused himself as well. He knew staying would only dampen everyone’s mood further.

Returning alone to his dorm, he thought about the night’s events, and his thoughts drifted to Li Mengyao. It was all due to money. If only Li Mengyao knew about his wealth, perhaps she wouldn’t have left him. And if he could flaunt his true status, surely Qin Jiuer’s attitude would be different.

Perhaps it was time to reveal his true self. But, in truth, he found comfort in this simpler life. The friendships he’d formed with Zhang Hui and the others were genuine, built not on money but on mutual support.

Pretending to be poor had exposed him to the kind of hardship most wealthy heirs never experienced, giving him a more grounded perspective on life. He’d always felt more at ease with humility, keeping a low profile.

Just as he was pondering these things, Zhang Hui and Song Chun returned.

“How was the rest of the evening?” Lu Yuan asked.

“Not great. Those girls were polite, but they’re not like us. They talk about travel and gourmet food—stuff we can’t relate to,” Zhang Hui said with a sigh, turning on his computer to start a game.

“Still, He Min was really sweet, constantly saying nice things about us. In fact, we planned another gathering next week!” Song Chun added.

“That’s nice,” Lu Yuan replied with a smile, genuinely hoping his friends would find happiness. “But I think I’ll skip it next time.”

“Oh, come on, Old Lu! It’s no fun without you. Forget about Qin Jiuer; she’s not worth it!” Zhang Hui said while gaming, his eyes darting between his screen and his phone.

“Yeah, Lu, need any cash? I could lend you some,” Song Chun offered, looking over Zhang Hui’s shoulder at his game.

“No, I’m good now,” Lu Yuan replied, pulling out his phone to explore its features.

As he logged onto QQ, a notification popped up in the class group chat.

“Hey, everyone! I’m going live today! Come support me! Love you all—Xiao Yi. Here’s the link…”

The group chat buzzed with excitement.

“No way! Yin Yi’s streaming?”

Zhang Hui glanced at his phone, his face lighting up. “This is huge!”

“What? For real? This is a blessing!” Song Chun abandoned his game to grab his phone.

“Look, Lu Yuan, our ‘busty queen’ is live! You’ve gotta see this.”

Yin Yi was the class’s resident beauty, with a delicate, almost childlike face and a stunning figure. She had a certain reputation among the guys, who had nicknamed her the “Busty Queen” for obvious reasons.

Lu Yuan quickly registered an account and joined the stream. Yin Yi was dressed to impress, her natural beauty enhanced by elven ears and a playful pout that had everyone enchanted.

“Hello, my lovely fans!”

The comments section exploded with greetings.

Zhang Hui grinned, waving at his screen despite her inability to see him. “Busty Queen, you’re amazing!”

“Pathetic,” Zhang Hui snorted with a smirk, though he, too, was riveted.

Yin Yi sang a few songs, twirling and striking poses. “Come on, where are the gifts? Show me some love!” she cooed, pouting.

Her plea worked. Before long, a flurry of virtual roses—each costing five yuan—appeared on the screen.

A barrage of messages filled the chat: [Yin Yi, I’m Li Tian! Here’s a rose!]

“Thank you, Li Tian!” Yin Yi said sweetly, casting a cute smile toward the camera.

“Oh my gosh, she thanked me!” someone shouted with glee from the hallway.

One message in particular caught everyone’s attention:

[Even a broke guy like Song Chun sent a gift, so I can’t lag behind!]

Embarrassment flashed across Song Chun’s face.

“Watch your tone,” Zhang Hui typed, defending his friend.

Suddenly, a system alert appeared:

[Golden Scoundrel has sent a Supercar!]