Chapter 4

Scarlett and Charles broke up. I should be heaving a huge sigh of relief, as it was a good thing.

“Ah… he caught me asking other guys for their contact numbers on social media. He said I’ve changed.”

Scarlett looked completely soulless. We could have been sitting at a high-end cafe for this conversation, but now, we miserable sisters could only squeeze in this tiny ice cream stall.

This was what social class was, effortlessly crushing a young person’s spirit.

Capitalism, you win.

“You!”

I was rendered speechless.

Everyone understood the logic of preferring to cry in a high-end cafe than to laugh in a tiny ice cream stall.

“But I wouldn’t dare to actually touch my bestie’s man! Seeing him prance around before me did make me crave so badly that I had to go online to find some guy with abs to engage in some dirty talk with to satisfy the craving.”

I heaved a true sigh of relief.

“Goodness, a few days ago, he literally told me to go home and take care of my dad in his confinement. I think he has a screw loose somewhere,” Scarlett said, pointing at her forehead.

“I got a bit too comfortable at home and got careless and forgot to delete my chat history.”

Yes, we practiced pure love here, even linking our accounts.

To keep up the act all the way, I even let Scarlett use my account that I occasionally used for livestreaming.

Who would’ve known that it would give him the perfect opportunity?

Thankfully, I didn’t give her my chat account. Otherwise, what would I even use?

I’d just have to claim that my account was hacked, and that I was now the new owner.

We were doomed. Two gold diggers digging for gold, only to end up with absolutely nothing.

It was hard to go from luxury back to poverty. I started missing the days when my sisters and I could each afford a whole bowl of meatballs to ourselves.

“Sigh. Out with the old, in with the new. Don’t be too upset. To be honest, I’ve noticed that Charles is actually a bit of a mama’s boy.”

I perked up my ears.

What else was there about Charles that I didn’t know about?

“Whenever we went out on dates and for meals, he would take photos and report everything to his mom! I saw it with my own two eyes!”

My heart fell with a thud.

That sounded dead familiar.

My online boyfriend seemed to be in a very specific kind of circle.

He looked incredibly cold and aloof on the outside, but he would always lose all self-control when we chatted at night.

[Seeking dominant roleplay, okay?]

[Sure.]

[Mommy.]

[Son.]

[Call me ‘puppy’! Do you even know how to roleplay?]

I was all out of moves. This was completely out of my league, and my heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t even type.

It was too thrilling.

Would that proud, aristocratic man save my contact number as… that?

I hadn’t dared to log into that account for the longest time, terrified that I’d be so mentally weak that I’d confess right on the spot.

But wasn’t Scarlett right in front of him? What did he mean by sending me this message?

I didn’t dare to think any further.

After sharing a single cup of lemonade with Scarlett and splitting the bill, she dragged me over to kneel down again.

“Bestie, I’m getting a little scared. I want to leave."

The owners of the luxury cars driving past were still calling me a gold digger. However, I no longer felt the joy of finding a kindred spirit in my heart.

“You brat! Don’t forget how well we’ve been eating this month. Even the new socks we bought are 100% pure cotton!”

Scarlett pinned me down, dashing all my hopes of chickening out at the very last minute.