Chapter 2

In the bar, I appeared to be a lovesick drunk, but in reality, I was sober as a judge. Snowy was playing her part well, anyone else might have believed her, but I was different. I was born into a family of bitches. My mother, my sister, and a few of my aunts were all bitches. Having seen them use their bitch tactics since childhood to gain trust from sisters and affection from men, I was well versed with these tricks. I knew without guessing what Snowy was up to today. Any heartache or distress was just me playing along with her act. In the face of a high-level bitch like her, had she not met me, she could have had her way. But after meeting me, she could do nothing but reveal her true colors and accept her fate. Snowy drank with me all night and finally escorted me back to the dorm, conveniently earning the goodwill of my roommates. My roommates all praised Snowy for being righteous and worth befriending. This was one of the personas she had worked hard to build. I was going to let her be praised to the skies, the higher she was lifted, the harder she would fall! Snowy was a popular girl in the school. Although her looks were not the most outstanding, she was recognized as the beauty of our Chinese department. She was socially adept and dealt with people skillfully. The boys liked her, and the girls didn't feel jealous. She knew how to win people's hearts, always had a bag of snacks when she approached people she didn't know, and always wore a smiling face, was a good sport, and often gifted small presents. She didn't appear to be scheming; she seemed to be a simple and happy foodie who never gained weight. Because of the happy, simple, and carefree image she projected, there were always boys courting her, but she responded by saying that she already liked someone and wouldn't date them. When she approached me with a bag of snacks, I understood her calculations instantly—making friends widely to show that she was popular and well-liked. I didn't refuse. As long as she didn't cross the line, I was fine with treating her as an ordinary friend. Afterwards, she often gave me gifts, and I reciprocated each time. Give and take, during every festival, she would receive many gifts, satisfying her vanity, and that wasn't a problem. She always guided boys to flatter her, showing that she was popular with the opposite sex. Although I didn't like it, it didn't matter to me. These little schemes were harmless, but she dared to set her sights on the person I liked, and that I couldn't tolerate. Snowy used her tricks to cause a rift between Christopher and me. I thought she just didn't want me to be with a handsome guy like Christopher, but I didn't realize she had been eyeing him for a long time. A month later, they were together! One moment, she was cursing the scum of a man, and the next, she was in the arms of the same scum. I wonder if her face hurt. What was even more nauseating was that Snowy would "accidentally" send photos of her and Christopher being intimate to me, then act shy and apologetic. Just like now, she had "accidentally" sent another picture to me. I laughed and opened it. In the picture, Christopher's shirt was wide open, revealing his white and muscular chest. The sweat on his tempting abs hinted that he was enjoying himself. Meanwhile, Snowy was burying her face in his chest, looking shy. Her ample bosom was on the verge of spilling out, and she was tightly holding Christopher's hand, as if to stop his naughty actions. The intimacy between the two had far exceeded my imagination, but was everything really as it appeared? If it were true, why would she be so eager to show me?