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To pay for my tuition, my mom sold five sheep to support my college education.

Once the semester started, I became the new campus queen.

Rumors spread that I was only able to attend university because my deaf and mute mother collected scrap.

They all said that the clothes of Gucci and Chanel that I was wearing were all fakes.

Despite the fact that my parents own vast pastures with a total worth of over one billion dollars, I was labeled the biggest fake socialite on campus.

The gossip intensified, even attracting the attention of the top students, who came to watch me become a laughingstock.

Judged from the situation like that.

It seemed the rumors were unstoppable.

If that was the case, I would let them see the real wealth of my family.

1

A month into the semester, a user with the ID "Dreamlike" began posting wildly on the social media platform.

"Breaking news! The new campus queen comes from an impoverished family and is attending college thanks to scrap collecting."

This statement caused an uproar.

"Isn't she the one who looks like a famous star, Cindy Smith? I thought she was a rich heiress!"

"Yes, and she's incredibly vain, carrying fake luxury bags, using a second-hand iPhone, and always bragging about her family's great wealth, while in fact her family just works for a farmer!"

Indeed, since the semester began, I had been the subject of much discussion.

"Who on earth is campus queen named Cindy?"

Cindy looks exactly like the famous star, Jennifer Bailey!

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I scrolled through the comments with interest, was surprised by how many people were paying attention to me and felt a mix of chaos and noise inside.

Jennifer was my distant cousin, and she was a rather well-known star.

Growing up, I always lived in her shadow, a feeling I deeply resented.

"How do you prove it?" Asked a male user with a gray avatar, named Superman. "Don't attack others without evidence!"

Unexpectedly, another user, "Strawberry Cream", added insult to injury by presenting so-called evidence.

"I can prove it. I saw the enrollment records in the school archives, and Cindy's mother is indeed a deaf and mute scrap collector!"

A slew of malicious comments followed.

I ignored them because I had already got used to them. Such comments were everywhere.

2

My family owned vast pastures and ran a livestock company valued at 2 billion dollars.

But my mom, Lucy Smith, to prevent me from becoming vain, always told me we were just working for ranchers. She constantly complained about being poor, claiming we barely had enough to eat, and sent me to boarding school with gritted teeth.

This made me study diligently. I hoped to achieve good grades and make my family proud.

I wore cheap clothes and used a clunky old phone, oblivious to the world outside.

After the college entrance exams, my mom, with a worried expression, said, "Cindy, take two dollars to buy some pickles. That'll be our month's supply of vegetables."

Seeing the luxurious dish on the stove, I cried.

My mom was so stingy. She talked about pickles while ignoring the abalone and truffles.

At the end of August, she tearfully said, "Cindy, the semester is starting soon. I sold five sheep for your tuition."

Looking at the thousands of cattle, sheep, and horses on our vast pastures, I understood.

My mom claimed we were shepherds, yet she never mentioned the vast pastures and the large number of cattle and horses.

But my classmates didn't know this, and they mocked my background.

Overnight, I went from a noble and beautiful campus queen to an object of ridicule.

I had always been kind and gentle, considering myself somewhat reclusive.

Over the years, I had attended classes alone, traveled alone, and eaten alone in the cafeteria.

"Hey, isn't this our famous new campus queen? Why would someone from a wealthy family eat in the cafeteria?"

I looked up to see a stranger, dressed in a leather jacket and fishnet stockings, with heavy makeup, looking like a rebellious girl.

Was she here to laugh at me?

Please, I just wanted to be an ordinary person.

"Lily, don't say that. Cindy was just confused when she claimed her family was wealthy."

Only then did I notice the four people standing beside the rebellious girl. There was a woman among them who had a dignified and beautiful face. Her eyes were like autumn water, hiding unknown malice.

I just wanted to quietly attend school and graduate without causing trouble.

I stood up, holding my tray, ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, the rebellious girl spread her arms to block my path.

"Hey, don't you know who I am?"

Seeing my confusion, she sneered.

"Even if you don't know me, you should know the beauty beside me, right?"

"I don't know."

"Crash"

The rebellious girl slammed my tray to the ground, the leftovers splattering everywhere.