My Roommate is My Boyfriend’s Dream Girl

The day before school started, my dad took away my car keys. "If you don't exercise, you'll turn into a ball. Take this mountain bike instead." I looked at my slim and fragile self, at a loss for words. Dad told me not to flaunt wealth outside, and as a result, I was sneered at by my dorm mates. "My boyfriend is the most handsome businessman on the Fortune list. You've only seen someone like him in your dreams, right?" I picked up a call from my businessman boyfriend, at a loss for words. The university dorm is a 20-minute walk from Building A. I happily rode that mountain bike through the shaded path. Couldn't help but appreciate Dad's foresight. A female classmate suddenly jumped in front of me from the opposite sidewalk. I quickly veered, but my handlebar still brushed against her. The girl fell to the ground, and I didn't escape unscathed either. Feeling that my body was mostly fine, I got up and dusted myself off. I was about to ask if she needed to go to the infirmary when she started cursing: "How do you ride a bike? Can't you watch the road, i***t?" I was baffled: "Hey, be reasonable, classmate! You suddenly dashed out." She got even more worked up: "So many people riding bikes, how come none of them hit me, only you did? If you apologized, I wouldn't even mind, but now you think you're in the right?" I picked up my bike and sat on the seat: "Seeing how energetic you are, you don't seem to be hurt. Goodbye." The girl blocked my way: "Hit someone and run, is this what your family taught you? This outfit costs 36,000, are you going to pay for it?" I sneered: "Let me tell you, I'm fine now, so I won't bother with someone like you. If you want to make a fuss, go check the surveillance yourself." The girl fell silent, and I rode away. Behind me, the girl shrieked: "Do you really think I want you to pay? I have plenty of clothes, ride your cheap bike faster, you poor and unrefined person." I glanced at my 140,000 bike. Forget it, there's no need to bother with someone who only talks big. On registration day, when I arrived at the dorm, the other beds were still empty. When I returned to the dorm in the evening, I saw them for the first time. I came back quite late, and as soon as I entered, I heard a few girls chatting away. "Xiara, your bag is so beautiful. I've wanted it for a long time but couldn't save up 20,000 over the summer. So frustrating." "It's nothing. I've only used it for a day. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you." "No way, this bag... giving it to me, how can I accept! Xiara, you're so generous!" Giving away a 20,000 bag on the first meeting, the young miss is indeed generous. When Xiara and I made eye contact, the air turned tense. Isn't this the girl who crashed into my bike earlier today! "Oh, isn't this the bike lady? What a coincidence we're in the same dorm?" Xiara seemed in a good mood. "So, I don't need to pay for your medical bills, right?" I put down my bag: "No need for you to pay, just someone who crashed into my bike and asked me to pay for her 36,000 outfit. Doesn't seem like something a young miss would do, huh?" Xiara's face turned sour at my words: "I wanted you to open your eyes and not recklessly ride a cheap bike. I'm being nice; you might not be so lucky next time." The two people beside her gave me a sidelong glance: "Xiara, the person who hit you today, is her?" "Dressed so modestly, just as expected, an unrefined poor student." Following the principle of keeping a low profile, my dad didn't let me bring any clothes with logos. Even though the sweater I'm wearing costs 60,000 yuan, it's understandable that some people don't recognize its value. "Forget it, Xiara, don't bother with her. Weren't you going to show us your boyfriend's photo?" "Exactly, exactly, the youngest entrepreneur on Fortune's list, usually we only see him on Weibo, and he's actually your boyfriend!" The youngest entrepreneur? Catching the keyword, I couldn't help but glance back at them. Xiara proudly said, "Yeah, to protect my privacy, he hasn't publicly disclosed my information, but some paparazzi still managed to capture us, it's such a headache." The short-haired girl took out her phone, "Is it this one? He's wrapping you up in his coat, I'm about to swoon from the sweetness." "I've seen that photo too! The girlfriend fans were heartbroken at the time!" The girl with the bun hairstyle sighed in regret, self-mockingly saying, "But compared to the official girlfriend, we're still far off." I wasn't interested in watching others show off their love, but I couldn't resist when they shoved the photo in my face. "Bailey William, who's your boyfriend?" Xiara held up her phone and asked me. In the photo, a man sat at a conference table, his handsome face serious. Sorry, but the man on your phone is my boyfriend. There are all sorts of rumors about who Chima's girlfriend is. He's never confirmed any of them. The gossip says Mr. Victoria protects his girlfriend so well that there's not a hint of her in the wind. Chima took over the mess his father left at a young age and stepped up during a crisis, turning the situation around. Plus, he's tall and handsome, so the media coverage of him is endless. I browse Weibo often, and Mr. Victoria has many dream fans, who joke around harmlessly. But this is the first time I've seen someone claim to be his girlfriend with just a conference room photo and a paparazzi shot. "Are we that close that you're so eager to know about my boyfriend?" Xiara scoffed at my lack of tact, "Who cares about your boyfriend? You're being ungrateful, don't you see who my boyfriend is!" I sneered, "You say you're Chima's girlfriend, does Chima know? You think you can fool people with just a random photo? I could do that too." Xiara laughed, "Oh, you're getting anxious. Are you one of Chima's fangirls too? Wait, I'll call him." I watched her, curious about what trick she was playing. Xiara dialed a number, and the phone rang several times before it was answered. "Hello?" Xiara beamed, "Is it convenient for you to talk now?" "What's up?" that cool voice asked. The call was no longer on speakerphone, but from those brief words, we all recognized it as Chima's voice. The two roommates eagerly crowded around Xiara. "Chima, I'm in the dorm, nothing to worry about, just take care not to overwork yourself—" Xiara shushed us, speaking as she walked out. What's going on? Does Xiara really know my boyfriend? I pulled out Chima's phone number and called him directly. After two rings, the call connected. The dorm door was ajar, and Xiara's sharp voice came from outside as she continued her sweet talk with "Chima." "Hello? Bai, what's up?" "Are you listening?" Hearing Chima's voice, I shifted my focus away from Xiara. "Nothing really, just wanted to ask what you're doing. I couldn't get through earlier, were you on the phone with someone?" "No, just a wrong number, probably just that." Ah, so that's it, just a little trick. No wonder she went outside to make the call, she had already hung up, but she put on quite a show. Just don't know where she got the phone number from. "I'm still looking at the proposal, I'll have to stay up late again tonight." Chima's soft voice teased my ear, making me feel a bit shy and amused. "Being cute won't work, you're out of town anyway." His voice became lighter: "I'll be heading back in a couple of days, and I'll come straight to the school to pick you up." "Okay." We chatted for a few more minutes, and Mr. Victoria urged me to get some rest. The Chima, rumored to be cold and stern, became quite doting at this moment. I hung up the phone, and Xiara came back in from outside. She lifted her chin and looked at me: "So? You think you can do it too?" The roommates rolled their eyes at me, then gathered around Xiara, showering her with praise. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, ignoring their sarcastic remarks directed at me. The two girls asked a lot about Chima, and Xiara spoke at length, some true, some false, some half-true, making me think she might actually know Chima. And possibly quite close. "My dad has a good relationship with his family, we were childhood friends. He's a bit cold, so I pursued him. When his company had issues, he didn't ask my dad for any help. Once the company stabilized, he agreed to be with me." That's indeed how Chima got together with his girlfriend. Except, Xiara placed herself in the girlfriend's role. But only a few people know about these things. What is Xiara's relationship with Chima? From Chima's reaction, he doesn't seem to know Xiara. The only possibility is that she knows someone close to Chima. Thinking of settling the score with Xiara later, but Xiara just wouldn't leave me in peace. "Bailey William, what kind of trash are you carrying? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at going out like that?" I frowned at Xiara, who was examining my pink lambskin handbag. This lambskin handbag was custom-made by my mom from an Italy Nest studio, a 300,000 item, where's the trash? Being low-key once in a while turned out to be quite successful. I put down my phone and looked at her: "Didn't your family teach you not to touch other people's things without permission?" Xiara laughed: "I'm just trying to get along with everyone. Here's a Gucci bag, if you apologize nicely, I might forgive and forget and give it to you." "So you give out knock-offs everywhere, no wonder you're so generous." After taking a closer look at the bag she intended to give away, I laughed: "Don't fake being rich if you aren't." Xiara was infuriated: "What are you talking about! These were bought for tens of thousands, who are you calling a giver of fake bags?" I replied coolly: "The print color of your bag isn't the issue, but the material looks too smooth. If you don't believe me, compare it with the official pictures." The two girls had already taken out their phones to compare the bags Xiara gave them with the official website. After a while, they hesitated: "It seems, indeed, there are slight differences from the official ones." Xiara insisted: "Isn't it normal for there to be a color difference between official pictures and the actual product? How would someone carrying a generic bag know anything?" I scrolled through my phone, not even looking at her: "Check the metal clasp on the bag." The roommates fiddled with the metal clasp in confusion, and then one of them suddenly realized, "The metal clasp on the official website has a pattern. This bag is really fake!" They exchanged meaningful glances with each other and looked at Xiara, and this time, Xiara finally understood what embarrassment meant. "I asked a friend to help me buy all these bags. I'll ask her about it later; I must have been scammed." I taunted, "Oh, so you can't even tell if it's real or fake yourself?" "Bailey William!" Xiara's expression looked like she wanted to eat me alive. "Even a fake bag cost me a few thousand. Why are you making a fuss here?" Although the bag was fake, Xiara had given them quite a few things, so the two of them pulled her to sit down and urged her not to be angry. The two coaxed Xiara into a better mood, and she spread her hands, saying, "Fine, I'll just give you another one next time, won't I?" She deliberately raised her voice, "I'll have Chima give you one." From that day on, the two girls in the dorm started following Xiara around every day, constantly praising her. Xiara enjoyed their company and often treated them to meals. "Today? Sure, I'll head over in a bit." Xiara answered a call and told her two friends, "Unfortunately, Chima invited me out for dinner, so we can't hang out today. Maybe next time." Her friends were excited, "Is he coming to pick you up? Where? Can we see him?" Xiara's expression turned a bit awkward, "No way. There are so many people at school. How could he conveniently show up? He's already reserved a spot. I'm going to meet him now." As she left, she didn't forget to raise an eyebrow at me. "What a pity, I thought we could see him in person." "Yeah, hey, Bailey William, want to join us for dinner?" I was packing up my things, "No, I have plans." The two whispered behind my back, "Tch, she doesn't have any friends in class. Who would invite her?" "Exactly, dressed up so nicely, could it be a Boss?" "Hahaha, you really dare to say that." I turned to look at them, and they stopped laughing, linking arms as they left the room. I received a call from Chima and headed to the school gate. "Do you see me? I'm the one holding a bouquet of champagne roses." "Oh, there you are." Chima waved at me. Today, he was wearing a dark blue tracksuit, with a black hat and mask, looking completely different from his usual suit-and-tie appearance. Before I could take the roses, he pulled me into a hug. "It's been a month. Did you miss me?" "Of course... not." Chima showed a hurt expression, refusing to give me the roses, and I laughed at him. "Honestly, you look silly with that expression." "But also very cute." After I coaxed him, Chima handed me the roses and pulled me into the car. By the time Chima and I dawdled our way to Margot Plaza, it was already completely dark. After dinner, I asked him to accompany me for a walk in the plaza. As he held my hand and we walked back, we ran into a woman about to get into a car. "Isn't this Bailey William!" Xiara was wearing a bodycon dress, her long curly hair flowing, looking both seductive and beautiful. She stepped towards me, "Who's this? Why cover your face? Could it be... something shady?" While speaking, she waved a Hermes bag in front of me. "Miss, you should really think before you speak," Chima said quite bluntly. But I thought he was still being too polite. "Xiara, you always talk about shady things. Did you just come back from doing something shady?" "Is that your dad or your boyfriend in the car?" Xiara's face turned bright red. I pressed on, "Oh, I forgot, your boyfriend is the youngest entrepreneur, so this can't be him, right?" Xiara stammered, "This is my driver... he's taking me home now, my boyfriend sent him to pick me up." "Do you think everyone is like you? Having a sugar daddy on one side and a boy toy on the other." Xiara threw out this line and quickly jumped into the car, leaving Chima and me staring at each other. A sugar daddy? A boy toy? I recalled the conversation between the two in the dorm a few hours earlier. What are these people imagining? Chima's thought process was even more peculiar, "Bai, who is she? Could what she said... be true?" I looked at him speechlessly, and he continued to analyze: "Having a sugar daddy is impossible; you're the real big shot here." "Then what about the boy toy?" Chima looked at me pitifully. I said, "Mr. Victoria, do you think it's possible that you are the boy toy she's talking about?" Chima finally realized that woman was talking nonsense. "I'll talk to your school leaders to warn her, make sure she never bothers you again." "No need, I'll handle this myself." "How can that be? Look at how overboard she went." "Alright, alright, if I can't handle it, we'll do as Mr. Victoria suggests." Hearing me say this, Chima seemed very satisfied. I didn't go straight back to school but instead went to the villa area thirty minutes away from school. Before school started, my dad gave me the keys, but he took the car, so I usually stayed at school and only went home on weekends. However, having not seen Chima for so long, I wasn't going to let him leave after just a short meeting. In my family's villa, Chima wasn't idle either. He had just finished a video conference and was now replying to emails. His work phone was in the study, and another phone was on the coffee table. I picked it up and casually scrolled through, wanting to see if Xiara had called this number that day. I opened the messages, and there were already hundreds of unread ones, including promotions, collaboration requests, notifications, and spam, all sorts. Most of them started with, "Mr. Victoria, balabala..." But two numbers had a different tone. They began with, "Chima brother, I miss you so much tonight," and included a few photos. With a hot body and pretty face, it was my new roommate, Xiara. The most recent one was dated a week ago. Thinking about someone like this sending such photos to my boyfriend's phone made me feel like I had swallowed a fly, and I didn't want to scroll further. She's taking advantage of me not checking his phone regularly! But now work and life don't go through text messages, so those unread ones just piled up without being cleared. I felt a little better inside. "What are you thinking about? Why do you look so upset?" Chima came out of the study, and I looked at him with displeasure. He tilted his head, "What did I do wrong this time?" I extended my hand, "Give me your phone for inspection." He obediently handed over the phone. I opened the messages and, sure enough, this phone also had harassing messages from Xiara. "Get a new private number and let me have this one." Chima was puzzled but didn't ask anything, and simply swapped out the SIM card. If she's so keen on sending messages, I'll let her have a field day. "What's wrong with the number?" "Someone got hold of it and keeps bombarding me with annoying messages. The other day, someone even called you right in front of me, pretending to be your girlfriend." Chima chuckled at my words, "Right in front of you?" I retorted indignantly, "Exactly!" Chima stopped smiling and came over to hug me: "I'll let you deal with this person. I'll look into who leaked the number tomorrow." Leaking Mr. Victoria's number is a serious breach, whether by a company employee or household staff, and would result in immediate dismissal. The Victoria family offers great benefits; would anyone really jeopardize that? If it's someone else... could it be one of Chima's business associates? I suddenly remembered the man who was driving Xiara. She headed straight for the front passenger seat, which seemed odd for someone like her. Wouldn't she usually sit in the back if it was just a driver? I'm not entirely sure if I'm right, but Xiara better hope she doesn't mess up. Chima noticed my distraction and, slightly annoyed, gave my cheek a playful pinch. "It's rare to see you, and your mind's not even on me." "What do you want, then?" I asked, blushing a little. He smiled at me, and I couldn't look away, captivated by his gentle gaze.