Qin Lin really did feel that fate worked in mysterious ways.
At first, whenever he took things out of the game, he would compare them to the expensive things Huang Xin had treated them to back then.
He had even wondered where this rich second-generation classmate had gone after being expelled.
Honestly, the fact that people still talked about him nearly five years later showed that he had been a decent person.
And that was indeed the case. He was a rich second-generation kid, but he didn't have the slightest bit of that usual arrogance.
At first, they hadn't even known he was rich. Had anyone ever seen a rich kid wearing nothing but underwear in the dormitory hallway, cursing, lounging with his legs up while picking his toes and then sniffing them?
If he hadn't once waved his hand and paid for everyone at an off-campus bar while competing for a female classmate's affections, they might never have found out he was rich.
Then the female classmate he'd been competing over left with another handsome male student. Back then, they still believed love mattered more than material things.
Before leaving, the girl had apologized to him. The rich kid had ended up paying the bill for nothing.
Only then did they realize that this guy was rich—and not just a little rich, either.
Qin Lin wondered whether the girl who'd left with the handsome student would regret it someday if she learned who Huang Xin was. Maybe she'd even go around saying she'd once turned down a rich kid who'd pursued her.
There seemed to be a big shot in the country who'd been in a similar situation. He'd failed to win a woman over when they were young, and later, after she'd become middle-aged, she often posted on