"No wonder she spread rumors about others before, and even stopped the most handsome guy in the computer science department outside the girls' dormitory and talked nonsense. Her character is definitely questionable."

The incident quickly spread on campus forums, and the hashtag #GoldDiggerGirlLoanCrashes# even climbed to the top of the local trending searches.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the morning mist had not yet dissipated in front of the teaching building.

Two debt collectors dressed in black leather jackets with blue dragon tattoos on their arms blocked the steps like iron towers, startling the students who were reading aloud in the morning, who all took a detour.

"Miss Wen, if we don't see 730,000 within three days..."

"We'll use the LED advertising vehicle to play this on a loop."

The scarred man leading the group ripped off her mask, shoving his phone screen almost against her face. It was a high-definition video of her breaking down in tears in the dormitory that day. He grinned maliciously and pointed to the school gate.

Wen Wan sat slumped in the corner like a fishboneless fish, her carefully styled curly hair stuck to her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.

She was still nervously biting her nails when the counselor rushed over, her lipstick smeared with blood.

"Uncle Liu, draft a five-year repayment agreement, and the interest... let's calculate it as a housing provident fund loan."

She finally dialed the number, her voice calmer than she had imagined, her gaze sweeping over the file of the impoverished student on the table.

The call ended with a notification sound, and Su Yao opened her contacts.

He hesitated for three seconds before deleting Wen Wan, but ultimately deleted all of her photos along with her.

Outside the window, the scarred man was being driven away by security guards.

Her gentle, curled-up figure grew smaller and smaller in the morning light, eventually becoming a trace that she wiped away with her fingertips.

A few years later, a message suddenly popped up in the class group chat.

[Holy crap, guys, I'm devastated! I hooked up with a girl on my alt account today!]

Immediately afterwards, a screenshot of a chat log with some parts blurred was shared in the group.

[50,000 RMB, including airfare, wanna join?]

【OK. 】

The profile picture and nickname were none other than their classmate, Wen Wan.

The class group chat exploded instantly.

【？？？？？】

Is this Wen Wan?

Wasn't she always pretending to be aloof and superior?

The boy who sent the message added another sentence.

I'm so fed up. I flew there last night, only to find out it was someone I knew, and he looked much older than before... The worst part is I already paid in advance, and now I just regret it, I really regret it.

The group chat exploded instantly.

[Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! This is hellishly hilarious!]

[Fifty thousand? She really dares to ask for that!]

[With the airfare, it must have cost over 50,000, so... she's completely committed to the sex industry now?]

In Wenwan's live stream, beauty filters made her face as smooth as porcelain.

Just as she forced a sweet smile at the camera, her phone suddenly started vibrating wildly, with messages popping up in the class group chat.

[I heard she's doing borderline live streaming now?]

Do you remember the days of online lending?

[Latest Update: Someone has discovered that the top spender in her livestream's chat is her father, whose age is...]

"Bang!"

The phone slammed heavily against the wall, causing the live stream camera to shake violently.

Wen Wan suddenly stood up, her ten-centimeter high heels making a rapid clattering sound on the wooden floor.

She paced back and forth in her cramped apartment like a caged animal, her manicured nails scraping against the cheap wallpaper.

Why can't I escape that nightmare after all these years?

The neon lights outside the window flickered, reflecting her distorted image.

The laughter of college students drifted from the convenience store downstairs, and for a moment she felt as if she had returned to that afternoon when she was being watched and filmed.

It turns out that some stumbles, once suffered, can last a lifetime.