Chapter 1The Trust Fund Baby is a Simp

After I broke up with him, he cried to his best friend every day.

"I dreamed about her again last night."

His best friend was annoyed: "Only dead people visit in dreams."

Jayden sobbed: "Then she must have died for our love."

The response was cold: "Only vengeful ghosts haunt people."

Jayden: "But we made eye contact in the dream."

The friend was exasperated: "Pigs look up before they're slaughtered."

Later, his best friend met me and froze on the spot.

After a while, his ears turned red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Didn't you say she was ugly and bad, a cheater who likes pretty boys?"

Jayden giggled: "I was afraid you'd steal her."

His best friend sneered:

"Jayden, I've had a crush on her for six years."

"You despised her for liking pretty boys, so beat it."

"I'm somewhat attractive; I'll court her first!"

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I broke up with Jayden.

This trust fund baby truly didn't know the hardships of life.

I borrowed some money from him for my sister's medical bills, and he just gave me bullshit, saying:

"Women should be independent. You can definitely earn enough money yourself!"

"Besides, going Dutch is popular in dating now. It's good enough that I don't make you split the bills when we eat out."

"I have $50,000, but I don't want to give it to you. I don't want our pure love tainted by the smell of money."

"Furthermore, I believe you're definitely not a gold digger, baby."

Believe my ass.

I am a gold digger.

A gambling dad, a sick mom, a disabled sister, and miserable me.

If I didn't find a way to get some money, I really couldn't survive.

But speaking of which, I wasn't really digging for gold.

I'd been this rich kid's on-call nanny for almost six months.

At first, he agreed to $2,000 a month.

The result was he paid the first month, and then just gave me bullshit about how talking about money hurts feelings.

Psycho.

Jayden cried pathetically, reaching out to pull me:

"Baby, don't go, I don't want to break up with you."

I held out my hand for money: "Then lend me $50,000."

Jayden: "That won't work."

I rolled my eyes, shook him off, and left directly.

Wasting my time.

With this time, I could have polished shoes for Young Master Luke, brought breakfast for Miss Song, and earned a cool thousand.

My sister was still lying in the hospital bed waiting for my money to get a prosthetic limb.