Chapter 2Reborn to Ruin My Ex

Ever since I took him to that fancy restaurant, his lectures became more and more frequent.

He was always going on about being frugal, the glory of farmers, the evils of capitalism, telling me to be more considerate since my parents work hard for their money, not to waste it, to be self-reliant.

In my past life, hearing such talk would make me think he was an idealistic, ambitious young man with great potential.

Now I see... Hah!

He was just trying to drag me down to hell with him because of his own insecurities.

On the surface I acted obedient, but I still bought things so expensive even I found them pricey, and "accidentally" let him know the cost.

I also often bought him things that were astronomical to him but cheap for me.

Letting him struggle between disapproving of my spending and enjoying the fruits of money.

While he was conflicted, I suggested introducing him to my friends.

A bunch of rich playboys, notorious for their womanizing ways.

Jake was very resistant at first, trying to lecture me on proper female behavior again.

"Rachel, you shouldn't interact with any men besides me. That's what a good girl should do."

"But if you connect with them, it could be a huge boost for your future career. Don't you want to avoid ending up like millions of other graduates, sending out resumes that disappear into a black hole?"

Sure enough, I had hit Jake's sore spot. He agreed.

He even specially wore what he considered proper attire on the day we met - a suit I had bought him.

He kept asking me over and over if he looked appropriate.

I smirked to myself. Of course it was appropriate!

But they were just a bunch of playboys. Who dresses so formally to go out and party?

Moreover, did he really think it would be so easy to network with them?

Sure enough, when we arrived at the club, his outfit stood out like a sore thumb.

He looked around curiously, watching the beautiful women dancing nearby.

I could see him trying hard to suppress the excitement in his eyes, quickening his pace as if he couldn't wait to meet those playboys.

As if through this meeting, he could instantly become successful.

The door to the private room opened, and the men and women inside flocked to greet me, completely ignoring Jake.

After leaving Jake hanging for a while, I finally remembered him and introduced him: "This is my boyfriend, Jake."

My friend asked curiously: "I don't recognize this guy. Which family is he from?"

Chris also chimed in sarcastically: "Who wears a suit to go clubbing?"

Chris's brother had a crush on me and pursued me for two years. He was even a top student.

Seeing the girl his brother liked snatched away by someone else, Chris's hostility towards Jake was off the charts.

Jake looked at their flip flops and baggy shorts, realizing his suit really did stand out.

He was used to bossing me around, and actually had the nerve to criticize me in front of everyone: "Why didn't you remind me? You made me embarrass myself in public."

These people may be party animals, but they were still my childhood friends. Hearing him talk to me like that, Chris was the first to speak up.

He contemptuously fingered Jake's suit: "Bro, you'd embarrass yourself wearing this even to a formal event. What kind of trash suit is this?"

Everyone except Jake burst out laughing, while I tried hard to hold back my own laughter.

Jake immediately retorted: "Do you know how much this suit cost? Two hundred dollars!"

"Bahahaha!"

This set off another round of laughter.

Especially Chris, who was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, as if he'd heard the funniest joke ever.

For these rich kids, custom tailored suits were the norm. A $200 suit wasn't even fit to leave the house in.

Jake still didn't understand, thinking they didn't believe him. He kept explaining: "This suit really was $200! I still have the receipt! Rachel, tell them!"

Jake kept pushing me urgently. I finally spoke up: "This suit cost me $200 when I bought it for him."

Chris patted my shoulder. I immediately felt Jake's murderous glare.

Of course, it was directed at me. He wouldn't dare look at Chris that way.

"Rachel, even if you're keeping a boy toy, you can't be this stingy. Only $200?"

I sighed wistfully: "I've been a bit short on cash lately."

My girlfriend looked at Jake with disdain: "What's the point of a man who can't even support his woman?"

Chris suddenly put his arm around Jake's neck, trying to pull him onto the couch.

Jake's body visibly stiffened.

Seeing Jake uncooperative, Chris slapped him on the head, knocking Jake's glasses to the floor.

Chris said mockingly: "So sorry! I'm used to smacking my lackeys around. You look so much like my bootlicker I did it without thinking."

Then Chris asked me with a cheeky grin: "You're not mad at me, right Rachel?"

"Chris, you've gone too far!"

That's what I said, but anyone who knew me could tell I wasn't actually angry.

I pulled Jake away to leave.