Leading her roommates to the forefront of fashion

An He sat in the car, furiously honking the horn. She even rolled down the window to snap at Yan An, "With the way you act, it's only thanks to your ancestors' good deeds that you haven't been run over! Watch where you're going from now on!"

After saying that, An He looked at Jin Xia again, exchanging a glance with her.

Jin Xia motioned for An He to stay calm. "I can handle this. An He, you can head back."

"Call me if anything happens."

Although An He said that, she kept glancing at Jin Xia through the rearview mirror as she drove away.

Seeing An He leave, Yan An took it for granted that Jin Xia no longer had a "chaperone" around, so he could act even more recklessly.

He stepped forward, pulled a paper bag from behind his back like a magician, and held it out.

An enormous logo was printed on the bag: "Chanel."

Jin Xia did not even need to open it. One glance told her it was an obvious fake.

With that cheap clear plastic wrapping that did not even fit the gift box, whatever was inside probably was not worth even five hundred yuan!

Yan An presented it with both hands. "This is my gift to you, Jin Xia. I really like you, and I hope you'll agree to go out with me. This is Chanel's newest bag. Take a look!"

He quickly tore off the clear plastic wrapping, opened the white gift box, and took out a thick stack of printed receipts and customs documents.

Yan An held the things in his hands high, a rakish smile spreading across his face. "Twenty-nine thousand eight hundred yuan, Jin Xia. Surely this shows how sincere I am about pursuing you? I'm not like those broke guys!"

"Next time you buy a fake, do a little more research. Genuine ones don't come stuffed with receipts and customs documents."

Jin Xia could not help laughing, the corners of her lips curving upward.

Yan An's embarrassed face was reflected in her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes. Despite having been exposed by Jin Xia in public, he still refused to give up.

Yan An stammered, "Jin Xia, what nonsense are you talking about? I bought this at the boutique. How could it possibly be fake?"

After what she had experienced in her previous life, what Jin Xia detested most in this life was deception.

Even though she had attended socialite training classes in her previous life, no matter how well she disguised herself, she had always remained a fake socialite.

"Take your fake and get lost."

Jin Xia's voice was perfectly calm, and not a ripple disturbed her exquisite face.

Even so, her words were just as intimidating.

An oppressive air that was impossible to ignore emanated from her slightly furrowed, willow-shaped brows. Especially when Yan An met her gaze, waves of cold swept up his spine.

Even after being exposed, Yan An kept struggling to maintain his pretense. "Have you never bought Chanel before? This is how their packaging looks. It's not my problem if you can't recognize the real thing!"

Jin Xia could not be bothered to argue with him any further. Talking to someone like him was nothing but a waste of breath and life!

She turned and walked away coldly without looking back, not uttering a single unnecessary word the entire time.

Anyone could have seen that Jin Xia had no affection for Yan An whatsoever, and had even rejected his confession without sparing his feelings.

But Yan An's mind worked in peculiar ways. Holding his gift bag, he muttered, "Jin Xia, quit pretending. Don't think I can't see through your little tricks. You're just playing hard to get, acting like you don't want me when you do!"

An hour later.

Yan An posted a status on his personal page with pictures attached. One showed only a pair of shoes and a girl's hand, deliberately including the enormous white box and the Chanel logo.

Afraid his online friends would fail to recognize its value, he captioned it, "Twenty-nine thousand eight hundred for such a tiny leather bag. What can you do? It's Chanel, after all. As long as the person I love likes it, money is no object."

The humblebrag quickly spread around campus.

Humanity's talent for gossip was truly remarkable.

Even ordinary people who were not entertainment reporters still seemed to possess superpowers, able to identify the person involved from the smallest clues in a photograph.

Zhang Niannian had been lying on the dorm's sofa with a face mask on when she suddenly saw a revelation in the group chat. Her eyes and mouth widened in shock. "Holy crap! No way... The person in the photo Yan An just posted is Jin Xia?"

Without turning her head, Song Li snorted. "Are you kidding? As if Jin Xia would be interested in that idiot."

Zhang Niannian picked up her phone and thrust it in front of Song Li. "That's what everyone in the group is saying. Besides, I remember Jin Xia was wearing this dress and these shoes today..."

"If the person in that photo is Jin Xia, I'll eat shit!"

Song Li spoke with absolute certainty.

The next second, someone pushed open the dorm door, and Jin Xia walked in carrying a canvas bag.

The ramie dress she wore and the pair of unbranded canvas espadrilles on her feet...

Weren't they exactly the same as those in the picture Yan An had posted?

Song Li looked at Jin Xia, on the verge of tears. "Seriously, babe? You really want me to eat shit?"

Jin Xia was utterly bewildered and had yet to understand what was happening.

Song Li stood up indignantly, her tone firm. "Jin Xia, you have to break up with that Yan An. Cut things off with him right away. He's no good. Several people in my group chat are his ex-girlfriends, and one of them even exposed him for having an STD!"

She held up her phone in front of Jin Xia.

Jin Xia had been completely in the dark, with no idea what had gotten into Song Li. Only now did she understand.

That overconfident mediocrity was posting nonsense online again...

"There's nothing between us."

Jin Xia's tone was calm. She turned and scanned the room, immediately looking for Zhang Ru. "Where's Zhang Ru?"

"A few upperclasswomen asked Zhang Ru to come over so they could see the results of her cosmetic procedures. She's our dorm's big celebrity now. They all want to ask her about the details."

Zhang Niannian spoke with relish, picking up a bag of chips and offering it to Jin Xia.

Jin Xia waved it away, raising her eyes to look seriously at Zhang Niannian. "Are a lot of people asking her?"

"Loads!"

Zhang Niannian sounded excited, her face full of envy. "Zhang Ru told me those skin booster injections she got cost several thousand yuan a shot. You also got her scar treatments and gave her so many luxury skincare products. Why wasn't I the one who got beaten up back then?"

"..."

Jin Xia wore an especially complicated expression. How could someone actually be so eager to get beaten up?

"Seeing what Zhang Ru had done to her face makes me envious too. Although she hasn't fully recovered yet, I looked it up online, and they say skin boosters can make your skin as smooth as a boiled egg! Jin Xia, how about coming to the hospital with me for a couple of injections sometime?"

Song Li lay at the head of her bed, her eyes sparkling.

Jin Xia hesitated briefly before speaking slowly. "Your skin is already in very good condition. There's no need to waste money on skin boosters. You could, however, get hyaluronic acid fillers in your temples."

"Then how much would that cost? Will it turn me into a gorgeous beauty? I want face-slimming injections too!"

Song Li abruptly sat up, looking earnestly at Jin Xia as she asked for advice.

Jin Xia sat down with a serious expression and took out a blue washable marker. She drew on Song Li's face, circling and marking all the areas that could be adjusted.

Only then did she say, "You can all get your faces done for free."

"What? Free!"

"Jin Xia, you're not kidding, are you? Procedures worth tens of thousands, for free?"