Chapter 16:

Hearing the door slam shut, Qin Chaoyu and the others were genuinely startled.

Qin Chaoyu and Qian Fangyuan exchanged glances.

Could this be their last roommate?

When the door opened, a group of people entered—three men in black suits carrying large and small bags, likely bodyguards, surrounding a girl with an air of arrogance. Judging by her attire, she seemed to be from a wealthy family. Behind her followed two middle-aged women, probably her family’s maids.

Yuzhou University was known as a prestigious institution for the affluent, boasting not only excellent greenery and vast grounds but also top-tier student dormitories. The spacious rooms came with heating, air conditioning, private bathrooms, and luxurious furnishings—everything a college student could dream of. If there were a ranking for university dormitories in China, Yuzhou’s would undoubtedly take first place.

Yet, despite the dorm’s generous size, the sudden influx of people made it feel cramped.

The girl seemed to notice this too and commanded, “You three, leave the things here and wait outside in the hallway.”

The three bodyguards responded in unison, set down the bags, and exited.

The girl crossed her arms, not even sparing Qin Chaoyu and the others a glance.

“Zhang Ma, Li Ma, go ahead and tidy up,” she ordered impatiently. “Make sure it’s comfortable and looks good. Oh, and hang up the bed curtains. The worst part about dorms is the lack of privacy.”

As she spoke, she grew visibly irritated and kicked the desk opposite her. “I just don’t get why my brother insists I live on campus when we have a home right here in the city.”

Zhang Ma and Li Ma didn’t dare comment on their employer’s affairs. They simply nodded obediently. “Yes, miss.”

The girl waved them off, signaling them to get to work, then pulled out her phone and began scrolling.

Her demeanor left Qin Chaoyu and the other two unsure whether to greet their new, evidently wealthy roommate.

“She’s definitely a real heiress,” Qian Fangyuan whispered, nudging Qin Chaoyu’s arm. “See that bag? It’s Louis Vuitton’s latest limited edition—even most rich people can’t get their hands on it. Her clothes don’t have obvious branding, but judging by the design, they’re probably custom-made by a high-end designer. And that necklace? It’s Swarovski’s classic limited edition, practically extinct on the market now. Conclusion: she’s loaded!”

For someone as talkative as Qian Fangyuan, staying silent was torture. Her family was well-off by most standards—not ultra-wealthy, but comfortably affluent. Yet compared to this girl, she knew there was no contest.

If not for her interest in luxury brands, she might not even recognize half of what the girl was wearing.

Ah, life. So full of imperfections. Still, she was content—after all, if heaven blessed her with good looks, it was only fair she didn’t get a perfect family background too.

Qian Fangyuan sighed inwardly.

(╯︵╰,)

Qin Chaoyu smiled awkwardly, not because she was unfamiliar with the brands Qian Fangyuan mentioned, but because she felt it was impolite to discuss someone like this. Besides, the room was so quiet that even a whisper could be overheard.

The thought of being caught gossiping made Qin Chaoyu’s cheeks flush.

But the girl didn’t seem to notice. She remained engrossed in her phone, her expression as indifferent as when she’d first walked in.

Qin Chaoyu relaxed slightly.

She turned to comfort Miao Zhaodi, who had been startled by their new roommate’s abrupt entrance. Because of this, she missed the way the girl’s grip on her phone tightened slightly—or the flicker of discomfort on her face.

As if afraid their mistress would grow impatient, Zhang Ma and Li Ma worked quickly. Within half an hour, everything was arranged.

The girl pressed her lips together, clearly displeased, but said nothing. She turned and walked out.

Only after the entire entourage had left did Qian Fangyuan exhale in relief, flopping onto her bed. “Wow, that was intense! Is this how the rich live?”

She sat up, clasping her hands under her chin with a dreamy expression. “Bodyguards, no chores, living the high life… I want that!”

Qin Chaoyu chuckled and shook her head, opening the book she’d brought to pass the time. “You only see the perks of being wealthy. They have their own struggles too—you just don’t know about them.”

Qian Fangyuan tilted her head, considering this. It did make sense.

“I… I’m worried she’ll be hard to get along with,” Miao Zhaodi admitted quietly. She’d been thrilled to meet two kind roommates who didn’t look down on her, only for the last one to make such an intimidating entrance. The girl’s demeanor reminded her of the village chief’s family from her childhood—people from a completely different world.

Qian Fangyuan frowned. “Yeah, what do we do?”

She tugged at her hair in frustration. “Please don’t let her be some spoiled, ill-tempered princess. From the sound of it, she’s staying. Ugh, the kind you can’t afford to offend but have to endure if she’s rude. That’s the worst.”

Qin Chaoyu flipped a page of her medical textbook, unfazed. “No point overthinking it. Don’t judge her yet—you don’t know if she’s actually bad-tempered. Maybe she’s just quiet.”

After agonizing for a while, Qian Fangyuan gave up and flopped back onto the bed. “Whatever, we’ll deal with it later. Worst case, I’ll move out.”

She’d be disappointed, of course—missing out on dorm life and bonding with roommates—but it was better than putting up with misery.

~

After that first encounter on move-in day, Qin Chaoyu’s dormmates didn’t see the heiress again for days. As much as she felt guilty for thinking it, Qian Fangyuan was relieved.

The first major event after university enrollment was the dreaded yet oddly anticipated military training—a rite of passage that tormented countless students every year. And since Yuzhou University was one of China’s top institutions, its training was even more rigorous. This year, the school had secretly enlisted special forces instructors, though the students were none the wiser.

September in Yuzhou was sweltering, with temperatures regularly hitting 30°C. Under the blazing sun, military training was pure torture.