I Am The Bad Girl

From a young age, I knew that being a virtuous woman wouldn't have a happy ending.

Was a successful entrepreneur really that appealing? My mom was a terrible student academically. No matter how beautiful she was, she could only be someone's mistress.

That was why I studied hard. Only by entering a prestigious university could I truly catch a rich husband.

I inherited and surpassed my mother's beauty, giving me enough capital to choose.

My beauty carried its own allure, always attracting countless admirers who fawned over me, but I never felt moved because they were merely practice tools for me.

I understood deeply that only by attending the best university could I meet high-class wealthy man. So, I got admitted to Crescent Valley University.

While other freshmen were still hesitating about which club to join, I had already signed up for the wine tasting club.

Before the recruitment interview, I dressed simply. A round-neck white T-shirt, sky-blue straight-leg sweatpants, and white sneakers, paired with the most ordinary ponytail. As soon as I arrived at the venue, I felt more at ease because all the women I could see were dressed in mature, sophisticated styles, while I looked like a high school girl who had wandered into an adult club, fresh-faced and naive.

I faintly sensed several gazes lingering on me. Pretending to be oblivious, I tried to portray a slightly awkward yet curious expression as I looked around, aiming to identify the sources of those gazes and sift through potential targets.

"Why are you interested in wine tasting?" This was the interview question posed to me.

I first bit my lower lip lightly, then let out a chuckle, and in a playful tone, replied, "Because I want to drink! My family is too strict and never lets me touch alcohol! If I join the club, I can drink openly!"

Everyone burst into laughter at this answer. I lowered my head shyly, revealing a triumphant smirk in the shadows.

Everything went according to plan, and I smoothly entered the club, earning myself a label with my quirky answer-the woman who wanted to drink This label was crucial. It would cast a glow on me, leaving a lasting impression.

...

As the club activities began, so did my hunting period. Gradually, I set my sights on the vice president of the club, Egbert Jordan.

He was a third-year student in the business management department and always brought expensive wines from his family's collection to each event. I learned through indirect inquiries that his family was involved in import-export trade and was quite wealthy.

Having locked onto my target, the next step was to test the results of my years of practice.

"Senior, how exactly do you roll your tongue? Is it like this?" My tender little tongue peeked out from between my moist lips and teeth, clumsily mimicking the tongue-rolling action, creating a cute yet slightly comical expression beneath my beautiful appearance, which was irresistible to any ordinary man.

Standing opposite me wasn't Egbert but another guy. I feared that too deliberate contact might expose my intentions, so I chose an angle where Egbert could see my profile.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was indeed watching me.

At every club event, I would attract attention around Egbert in an unintentional manner without directly interacting with him. When I clearly felt his gaze lingering on me with increasing focus, I knew the chance had come.

The club organized a trip to a wine estate, and during the cellar tour, the staff poured everyone a glass of wine. Holding my glass, I was contemplating how to strike up a conversation with Egbert when I suddenly felt a cold wetness on my back. Someone had spilled wine on me. I quickly turned around.

It was Egbert. This was truly a stroke of luck. Whether he did it intentionally didn't matter, I had to seize this opportunity!

He said, "I'm so sorry, I tripped accidentally. Let me get a T-shirt from the staff for you to change into. I'll wash this one and return it to you."

I quickly replied, "Oh, it's okay, senior. I can wash it myself when I get back."

"No, no, red wine is hard to clean. Let me do it. It's my fault after all."

Naturally, this led to exchanging Whatsapp contacts and becoming friends. After all, he had to return my clothes. Although we added each other, I didn't say much beyond thanking him for washing my clothes. Being too eager wasn't a good strategy. I couldn't be too proactive when trying to attract a man.

Three days later, Egbert invited me to meet by the scenic lake at school. A delicate paper bag was handed to me, containing my clothes and an expensive bottle of perfume.

He said, "Rest assured, I took it to the dry cleaners, and there's not a trace left. This perfume is my apology. I'm truly sorry!"

...

Regarding the perfume, we had a back-and-forth, and it ended with me reluctantly accepting it. In response to his concern, I was polite but not overly enthusiastic. Anyway, I kept him at arm's length, as if I truly didn't care.

After that, at every club event, even if I didn't intentionally appear in front of him, I could always see him. He deliberately placed himself within my sight. Each time, I would glance at him with a slight smile before looking away. Brief eye contact was the spark that ignited attraction.

His caring messages on Whatsapp began to decrease, and I understood that I shouldn't overdo the playing-hard-to-get act, or he might slip away. So, I decided to take action now.

...

The last club event of the semester was a party. Everyone was singing and dancing, and amidst the rhythmic music, I saw him leave the classroom, so I followed him out.

Outside, under the clear moonlit sky, he was chatting with a few friends. As I approached him, everyone started teasing, and I saw his eyes flash with a mix of surprise and excitement.

I handed him a notebook where I had recorded every word he said to me and every message he sent to me, said "Thank you," and then ran away. As I rounded a corner, the teasing voices behind me suddenly erupted, followed by the sound of someone chasing after me, and then Egbert's slightly stammering voice, filled with emotion.

"Callie, you... you remembered everything." Egbert spoke urgently, his eyes filled with joy, as if he had discovered the most precious treasure in the world.

I secretly laughed inside, but my expression was one of genuine shyness. "Yes, every word. I was a bit scared, thinking of keeping it all in my heart, but today I wanted to try. I'm more afraid of missing you."

With a charming expression and a slight tremble in my voice, I believed my acting could fool any man interested in me. After all, this was the result of years of practice with my admirers.

Egbert sighed helplessly, then spoke gently, "Callie, I still thought... anyway, never mind. Callie, can you give me a chance? Will you be my girlfriend?"

Seeing his nervous expression, I nodded slightly and shyly whispered, "Okay."

He excitedly hugged me, expressing his deep affection, while my mind was filled with one thought-he finally took the bait!

...

After that party, I officially became Egbert's girlfriend. He would take me to various high-end entertainment venues, give me expensive gifts on every holiday, introduce me to all his friends, and was even planning to find a suitable time to take me home to meet his parents.

That period was carefree and joyful, everything going so smoothly that I thought Egbert was my final destination, and I was about to marry into wealth and achieve a social leap. Until I discovered Egbert wasn't as wealthy as I thought.

Egbert's phone conversation with his mother caused me to go from a state of bliss to utter misery in an instant.

"Mom, please transfer me ten thousand dollars, I'm begging you. I'm not dating anyone. I just want to buy study materials! Can I at least buy clothes? I'm really not dating anyone!"

I had known Egbert was overly dependent on his mother. Little did I know he was a penniless mama's boy as well.

The way he asked for money really made me look down on him.