Dog licker?
I could feel that all the eyes looking at me were filled with contempt.
Yeah, how could a bootlicker not be looked down upon?
But I was not.
Silvia and I met at a club activity.
I had just played basketball at that time and was so hungry that I stole my roommate's snacks.
Then my roommate said a few insults to me and asked me to call him godfather.
I did not care about the nonsense between my roommates and I really called him my godfather.
At that time, Silvia stood up for me. She said that they should not bully others just because they were poor and she also said that I should not steal other people's food.
Anyway, she had the personality of a big sister and liked to uphold justice.
Later, I pretended to be poor and pitiful, pestering her every day. Soon we were together and the whole school knew that she was ‘keeping’ me.
Others always said that she had a gigolo. I was afraid that she would lose face, so I told her that my family was actually very rich, but she did not care much.
Anyway, we had been together for four years. There had not been any ups and downs in our love story, but our love was as sweet as honey.
In fact, we almost never quarreled.
So, when she suddenly dumped me, I could not accept it and wanted to know why she did that.
Silvia stood on the stage and walked up to it step by step.
But before I could say anything, the man suddenly appeared in front of me.
He was too short, so he needed to look up to see me and I also had to lower my head to see him.
“You're still coming up here?”
He jumped up and wanted to slap me.
I stepped back, frowned, looked at Silvia and asked, “You broke up with me just to marry this thing?”
Silvia quickly stepped forward, raised her hand and slapped me. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
I ducked when the man hit me. But when Silvia hit me, I did not hide.
Because she was wearing high heels, I was afraid she would fall.
She was about to get married, but I was still thinking about her. Was I too cheap?
I touched my beaten face and my eyes were filled with sorrow.
“Are you Silvia's boyfriend in college?” The man came over, smiled contemptuously and said, “You are a gigolo and you dare to act like a prostitute in front of me?
“Do you know who I am? I am Jacques Buckley and our Buckley Family is the richest family in Stanford!”
I did not go to see Jacques, but continued to say to Silvia, “It's unfair to me if you leave without saying a word.”
“What? I've given you the villa, the car, the savings, what else do you want? Stop it Jordan, we are done!” Silvia frowned and said, “You know, in a family like mine, love and marriage are separate thing.
“Thank you for your company for four years, but my husband can only be Jacques. Do you understand?”
I looked at her and asked, “Fine, then answer me, do you love me?”
As for marriages between wealthy families, I was clear about it.
Because my parents were in an arranged marriage, but they were lucky enough to grow up together as childhood sweethearts and fall in love naturally.
As for me, in fact, we did not need allies. After all, my family’s status in the capital no longer needed to be consolidated by an alliance.
“Are you kidding me now? Stop it, Jordan. I knew from a very young age that I would get married to someone arranged for me when I grew up, so I do not believe in love at all.
“I'm dating you simply because I think you're pretty and poor enough to be easily controlled.” Silvia laughed sarcastically and said, “Okay, now you know the answer you want, let's go.”
