Chapter 1

My girlfriend is incredibly rich.

She often takes me to high-end restaurants, gifts me luxury watches I’ve never even heard of, and flies me all over the world.

But my roommate thinks money is tacky. He constantly urged me to break up with her.

"Rich people are just playing with you. Why would she actually like you? A man needs self-respect. Don't be a simp."

Yet, he later hooked up with an heiress over ten years older than him and called it "true love."

As for me? He locked me out of our dorm room, leaving me to be hacked to death by his heiress's furious husband.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the first day of freshman year.

My roommate was busy preaching his philosophy of love to the room:

"If you ask me, finding a girlfriend is all about the vibe. Looking at her financial status is just too tacky."

I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my single bed in the dorm.

Tyler’s sharp, familiar voice rang in my ears.

"These days, so many guys want to find a sugar mommy. But in the end, they just get dumped and lose everything."

I poked my head out and saw my other two roommates were also there.

I pinched my arm hard. It hurt like hell!

I really had regressed.

"Ethan, was that your girlfriend who drove you here in that car earlier?" Tyler asked, a sharp gleam in his eyes.

In my past life, he constantly pried for information like this, only to spread nasty rumors behind my back.

I nodded. "Yeah, that was my girlfriend."

"We're still young. We should be having pure college romances with people our own age," he said, subtly hinting that my girlfriend was some old sugar mommy.

"You're right. She's also in college," I replied with a slight smile.

Dylan, the roommate across from me, widened his eyes. "Driving a Bentley at that age? She must be loaded."

Tyler pursed his lips. "What's so great about that? She dropped you off and just left. She didn't even come up to help you unpack. She probably only came to check out the hot freshmen."

Seeing I didn't respond, he continued, "Girls from rich families always have terrible tempers. She must push you around a lot, huh?"

Chloe was actually studying business in London. She was supposed to fly back days ago, but she delayed her flight just to drop me off for my first day.

The envy in Dylan's eyes turned into pity. Even Lucas, who rarely spoke, looked up at me.

I casually unpacked my things and said calmly, "Not really. She actually has a better temper than I do."

As I pulled out various high-end electronics and designer watches, Tyler’s face stiffened.

"Don't be embarrassed. We get it," he sneered.

I looked up at him. "Do you? Because I thought you'd get that girls aren't allowed in the guys' dorms anyway."

I stopped paying attention to him. I needed to go downstairs and call Chloe.

I missed her.