Stolen My Identity

My roommate claimed to be the daughter of the richest man.

Many toadies surrounded her and tried to please her.

I blinked in disbelief. Wasn't I my dad's only daughter? Could he have another illegitimate daughter?

She pretended to be my dad's daughter, and it was okay. But how could she try to bully me?

1

When I received the acceptance letter, I resolutely rejected my parents' plan for me to study abroad. I decided to diligently complete my four years of university domestically.

To keep a low profile, I asked the driver to park the car a few hundred meters away from the college.

My dad, dressed in a casual tank top and black shorts, carried my suitcase with his bare hands as we walked in.

As I followed my dad into the dormitory, Milly Wolfe was sitting in a pink, crown-shaped chair.

She was playing with a Porsche car key in her hand.

And many people surrounded her.

"Milly, is this chair yours? It looks so good!"

"This chair must be expensive, right?"

Milly said with a smile, "It's only about twenty or thirty thousand dollars. I'm just used to it. I felt uncomfortable without it."

"Milly, did you drive here yourself? I've never seen a Porsche up close. Could you offer me a ride in your car sometime?"

Milly deliberately flaunted the Porsche key and said, "The driver drove me here. I'll have him give you a ride sometime."

"Milly, you're the best."

"Milly, you have so much money. Your family must be on the Forbes list."

Milly smiled mysteriously. She neither confirmed nor denied it.

Wow, she had good skills at pretending. My dad and I exchanged a glance.

My dad said, "She and you must share a lot of topics. Hang out with her more. You can tell others that your family is rich. Why do you have to hide it?"

I ignored him because I just wanted a normal college life without being treated differently.

"Excuse me, can you make some room? I can't get in." I squeezed in with my suitcase, and everyone in the dorm turned to look at me.

I ignored them and started organizing my stuff.

Milly glanced at me and covered her nose. "Why does your suitcase smell like dog pee?"

I sniffed and realized it was true. I frowned and turned to look at the door.

My dad looked guilty when he met my gaze. He quickly explained before I spoke, saying, "This morning, before you left, Kiky accidentally peed on your suitcase. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be late."

"Kiky must be your other daughter, right?" I rolled my eyes and complained inwardly. I'd decided to teach Kiky a good lesson when my dad wasn't around.

At that moment, Milly began to act. She covered her nose and walked towards the window. "Oh, what a smell! Why keep it after it's been peed on? Just throw it away! I'll give you my suitcase."

My suitcase was a limited edition of a luxury brand. Even though the dog had peed on it, it was still better than her suitcase.

The others in the dorm started sucking up to Milly again.

"Milly, your suitcase must be expensive. You just give it away like that."

"You are so generous. How could you deny that you are the daughter of a big boss?"

Milly was even more complacent and said, "I want to keep a low profile."

My dad straightened up and seemingly wanted to help me save face in front of my classmates. He said, "Hana, I'll have your mom transfer some money to your bank account later. Treat your classmates to something nice. I have to go to the construction site this afternoon, so I can't stay with you."

I was speechless. My dad was worried that I'd be looked down upon and isolated by my classmates.

But college students wouldn't be so superficial nowadays.

I said, "Alright. Take care, Dad."

I was afraid that my identity would be exposed if he stayed any longer. I didn't want to be surrounded by gasps of surprise.

"Okay. Get along with your classmates. Call me if you need money." With that, my dad turned and left. He even took the trash from the dorm entrance when he left.

2

I heard Milly laugh smugly and said, "Anyone with some education shouldn't have to do manual labor on a construction site now. Don't feel inferior. It's not easy for your dad to support you in going to college. How about this? You follow me tomorrow, and I will take care of you."

I frowned upon hearing Milly's words. The atmosphere in the dorm wasn't right. Was I unlucky to meet so many superficial roommates?

"Milly, you are beautiful and kind-hearted."

"What does your family do, Milly? Could you be the daughter of Aveloria's richest man?" Another classmate chimed in, and the others seemed to have a sudden realization. Then she started talking non-stop. "I heard before school started that the richest man's daughter was attending our college."

"No way! I heard she went abroad to go on with her education. She didn't come here." "The richest man's family name is Wolfe. Mr. Norris Wolfe's daughter must be Milly Wolfe. Right? Could it be Hana Wolfe?" She glanced at me as she spoke.

I blinked. She was right. I was the daughter of the richest man.

Before I could react, Milly smiled and said, "Alright. Stop it. I admit it. But my dad told me to keep a low profile, so don't tell others about my identity."

I frowned and took out my phone to look at my family photo. My dad is the richest man in Aveloria. That was definitely right.

My dad was the richest man in Aveloria.

My dad was the richest man in Aveloria, wasn't he?

I asked myself three times. "Could my dad have such an illegitimate daughter at my age? Mom, do you know?"

I looked at Milly and thought it over. Then I asked, "Are you an illegitimate daughter?"

Milly's face changed instantly. She slammed the table and stood up. "Watch your mouth! My dad has only one daughter. Are you cursing me?"

Wow, she looked so confident. I started doubting myself.

At that moment, Milly's toadies changed their attitude towards me. "Milly's right. You're embarrassed because your dad works on a construction site. So you don't want Milly to have a good dad. You're just jealous."

"Just now, Milly was kind enough to give you her suitcase. She didn't mind your background and even offered to take you under her wing. Do you have any conscience?"

What? The quality of these students at a prestigious university was different from what I had expected.

Just as I was about to retort, the three of them slipped away.

"Milly, let's ignore her and go to the classroom now," one of Milly's toadies said.

Was I being ostracized?

I finished organizing my things in the dorm and was a bit late to the classroom.

There was only one empty desk at the back of the classroom, and I had no other choice. Milly was already chatting enthusiastically with some male classmates.

"Oh, the daughter of the construction worker is here."

The classmates looked at me mockingly. Each wore a smirk on their faces.

"Your dad must be tanned and dark from working on the construction site. No wonder you can't bear to throw away a suitcase even though the dog peed on it."

I really couldn't be bothered with such people. I found an empty seat and sat down.

At that moment, Milly stood up and pretended to be kind-hearted. "Don't say that about her. We're in the same dorm, after all. Now that everyone knows Hana's background, let's take care of her."

She seemingly defended me but secretly undermined me. She was indeed two-faced and good at it.

"Others may not see through you, but I do. You like to pretend, like to impersonate my identity. You will regret doing so one day," I thought.

My deskmate was a dark-skinned young man. His smile was innocent and cheerful as he said, "My dad works on a construction site too. We earn our living through hard work. There's nothing shameful about it. They're just snobs. Just ignore them."

I nodded and gave him an encouraging smile. I said, "Then we must work even harder to give our fathers a better life in the future."

3

The next day, the counselor met the whole class.

Everyone introduced themselves, and the class elected class representatives, and discussed the lineup for next month's freshman gala finale performance.

The counselor tucked her hair behind her ear and revealed a shiny gold bracelet around her wrist.

The sunlight hit it and scattered golden rays that made me squint.

At that moment, I noticed a strange smile on Milly's face.

Wow, did she bribe the counselor right after joining the college?

Now I finally understood what Milly was whispering about in the counselor's office this morning. She just did something that couldn't be made public.

As I had anticipated, the counselor appointed Milly as the solo dance finale candidate.

I didn't mind not being a class representative, as I found it troublesome.

But I had always been the star on stage since I was a little girl. So I couldn't stand the preemptive appointment without a selection process.

I immediately cast a veto vote. "Miss, since it's a selection throughout the college, don't I have the right to participate in it?"

The counselor shot me a glare. "Milly has twelve years of dance experience and even won the Newcomer Award back then. Do you have that?"

I bowed my head and thought for a moment. Then I shook my head.

I didn't have twelve years of dance experience because I had already won championships in various competitions after I practiced dancing for five years.

The counselor said with sarcasm, "Everyone at the entire college will attend the freshman gala. Can you perform well with your mediocre skills?"

After the counselor said that, my classmates didn't hold back their ridicule towards me.

"His dad works on a construction site. Maybe her dances are for the workers. And she wants to compete with the daughter of the richest man? She doesn't know who she is."

"Milly has twelve years of dance experience. What do you have? Just a bunch of fat. Hahh? Your body isn't even coordinated. How do you have the nerve to perform the solo dance finale?"

The counselor crossed her arms and watched the scene without stopping them.

At that moment, I laughed. It was the first time that I laughed. I looked at those people sarcastically.

I had deliberately kept a low profile to fit in, and now I was isolated for being too low-key.

Indeed... money was the most important.

I was overshadowed by my dad's money.

Since they enjoyed such a way of interacting with me, I would play along.

"Alright. It's settled. Meeting adjourned," the counselor said.

After the counselor left, the classmates gradually dispersed. Milly saw fewer people around and couldn't maintain her good-girl image.

She walked over to me and slammed the table. I was startled.

She said, "Are you deliberately opposing me? Do you know how the freshman gala stage is? Do you know those who have been selected to perform? It'll be on TV. It is a disgrace for me to compete with you, a construction worker's daughter."

My roommates were all brown-nosers and chimed in.

"Milly is too kind-hearted. She doesn't owe you anything. After she knew your poor background, she still tried to help you. If you get selected, it'll disgrace the whole college."

"What if you get selected? Do you really think you can dance better than Milly? Stop daydreaming."

"Your dad works on a construction site. If he can afford dance classes for you, he probably earned the tuition through hard work. If you don't have a rich family, stop trying to compete with Milly."

I pressed my hand on Milly's shoulder, exerted a little force secretly, and smiled at her. "What's wrong with being a construction worker? The buildings you stay in were built by them. If you have the guts to mock them, go and sleep on the street!"

My roommate was shocked. She didn't seem to expect me to refute her.

"You poor thing. How dare you talk back to me?" Milly was furious and was about to slap me.

I was really being polite to her. I grabbed her hand and slapped her hard.

"You, you dare slap me?"

Milly held her reddened face, and her eyes widened with disbelief.

Her two lackeys were dumbfounded.

"Really? Do you get angry so easily? Then don't provoke me again from now on. After all, I've only used a third of my strength," I said.

I curled my lips, stood tall, and walked out of the classroom.

4

I wouldn't easily give up the solo dance chance at the freshman gala. On the day of the selection, I showed up at the venue.

After all the students who were recommended to attend the audition finished their performances, I stopped the judging teacher from leaving. "Miss, I want to compete for the solo dance performance at the freshman gala."

The judge looked me up and down and said, "Haven't all the performances finished?"

Before I could say anything, my counselor chimed in, "Don't pay attention to her. She doesn't even qualify for the auditions. It's a waste of time."

With those words, the judge looked at me with a mix of doubt and disdain.

I glared at the counselor. Actually, I had prepared for that moment and began my act.

I feigned grievance, squeezed out a few tears, and said, "I love to dance deeply. But unfortunately, my family is poor and can't afford gifts to the counselor, so I was disqualified by her directly."

The counselor's face turned pale instantly. She was at a loss for what to do with embarrassment.

The judge was moved, and her eyes reddened. She made an exception for me to perform on the spot.

I immediately performed my signature piece. How to describe it? I was as graceful as a swan and as elegant as a soaring eagle.

"Good. Good. Very good. In my eyes, you have at least twenty years of dance experience." The judge nodded in satisfaction and decided to let me perform at the freshmen gala.

Though I was grateful, I was only twenty years old.

When Milly heard the news, she stormed into the dormitory to confront me. "Hana, you did it on purpose. Tell me what trick you used to bribe the judge."

What?

"Exactly. The chance was supposed to be Milly's. How could you take it?" one of my roommates said.

What were they talking about?

I increasingly thought my roommates were shameless when they sucked up Milly.

Milly suddenly changed her demeanor. She looked at me gently and handed me her phone. "This is an important occasion. Call the judge now and tell her you're giving up the chance. Don't embarrass yourself on stage."

I laughed and said, "I won the chance with myself. Why do I give it to you?"

Milly's face darkened instantly. She raised her hand to slap me but hesitated as she remembered what happened when she tried to slap me the last time.

Milly said, "I told you to call the judge. If you don't, I won't let you off."

"You won't let me off? Are you sure you can do that?"

I crossed my arms, and my face darkened. Everyone present knew how intimidating my expression was at that moment.

I was the richest man's daughter? She was pretending to be me and trying to act superior and threaten me.

The three of them were so intimidated by me that they couldn't utter a word.

After that, I moved to a villa near the college. My mom bought it on the day when I joined the college in case I was bullied in the dormitory.

That night, when I was lying in bed, the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I immediately called my dad's secretary.

On the day the selection ended, it was announced that I would perform the finale dance.

However, the counselor glared at me and coldly announced an additional performance by Milly.

I met the counselor's gaze and smiled kindly.

A gold bracelet was enough to bribe the counselor. But she had to remember that her career might only be worth that much.

Moreover, if Milly dared to take the stage, I made sure she and the college leaders would be humiliated.

5

On the day of the freshman gala, I went on the stage in a red dress. My final performance successfully brought the event to a climax.

Then the host announced a special performance.

Milly took the stage.

My red dress and classic beauty left a deep impression on everyone.

On the surface, Milly's grace and charm seemed to be as good as mine, but any expert could tell that some things couldn't be faked.

She had practiced for twelve years and just learned the dance like that. She was really not talented.

Clearly, everyone there knew Milly's background. So they still praised her.

Unfortunately, Milly's lackey provoked me again. They sneered, "Things you snatch aren't yours. You think you're a princess, but you're just like Cinderella. If I were you, I'd be humiliated to death."

Since the dance had ended, many teachers, students, and attendees looked at us. I glanced at Milly's lackey disdainfully and said, "Are you saying Milly is a princess? Then I should offer your princess a gift."

Milly's lackey was furious. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The counselor rushed over and vented all her anger from these days. She snapped, "Hana, you're insane. If you don't want to be here, get out."

"Shut up! I'm really showing you respect, aren't I?" This time, I showed no respect to the counselor. No one could believe I dared to insult her, including the counselor herself.

After all, no one in college had dared to offend her.

Meanwhile, Milly was on stage and unaware of the surprise I had prepared for her. She looked at me provocatively.

Humph!

She liked showing off and being the center of attention. So I'd fulfill her wish.

"Hold on before leaving the stage." A middle-aged man walked out slowly and was followed by four others.

They were a bodyguard, a secretary, a mayor, and a city committee secretary.

With those four appearing, all the leaders of the college were excited.