My Ex-Boyfriend Is a Rich Second-Generation Heir

At the start of the new school year, Ji Ran stood at the serving counter with his campus-beauty girlfriend clinging to his arm, waiting for me to dish out his food. She smiled ruefully. “The gold-digger who rode off in a luxury car after the college entrance exams is now serving food in the university cafeteria?” My hand shook, and half a scoop of food spilled. He turned away with a cold, indifferent look, his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not eating. This food’s filthy. It makes me sick.”