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MidReal Story
The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
Scenario:出身平凡的理工科大学生李言被嫌贫爱富的前女友苏晴抛弃后，在便利店兼职时偶遇低调出行的首富独生女林夏。林夏因躲避狗仔伪装成普通顾客，被李言误认作小偷闹出乌龙，两人因此结缘。李言浑然不知对方身份，以真诚体贴打动了因豪门身份饱受孤独的林夏。
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Li Yan
kind, and naive. Li Yan was heartbroken when his wealthy girlfriend, Su Qing, left him for a more affluent partner. Working at a convenience store parttime, he accidentally captures Su Qing on camera while pursuing another woman. Lin Xia discovers the footage and blackmails him, leading to an awkward friendship. Despite Su Qing's return and affluence, Li Yan remains focused on his studies and family obligations.
Lin Xia
manipulative, and curious. Lin Xia disguises herself as a convenience store worker to baffle paparazzi. Accidentally caught by Li Yan, she blackmails him with a compromising video. Despite her family's wealth and influence, she leads a lonely life due to fear of being exposed. She uses her knowledge of Su Qing's infidelities to manipulate Li Yan and maintain her secret life away from the public eye.
I'm Li Yan, an ordinary guy.
My ex-girlfriend Su Qing said she liked the wealthy.
So, I cast her aside.
I didn't expect her to be so stubborn.
Even though she was with the wealthy man, she still came back to visit me several times.
The wealthy man's family background was not inferior to hers.
She was indeed a bitch.
Even if I wanted to get her back, I couldn't compete with that man's money.
In the end, I just told her coldly,
"If you have time to come to my place, why don't you spend more time with the person you really want to be with?"
Su Qing cried for a while and said through gritted teeth,
"Li Yan, I curse you to be tortured by a bitch in the future!"
"You can continue to leave now."
After watching her leave, I returned to cleaning up the room.
After a while, my phone rang.
It was my part-time job at the convenience store calling me in to work.
The convenience store was not far from my school, and it took about ten minutes to walk.
I hummed a tune on my way there.
When I arrived, I saw another person at the counter wearing the same uniform as me.
She looked at me strangely and said, "Hi."
I was puzzled.
I had no idea what she meant.
She pointed to her uniform and said, "You're also wearing a uniform like mine, right? So, aren't we coworkers?"
"Oh, you're the new part-timer?"
"Is there something wrong?"
She seemed a little nervous.
"No, no. It's just that we haven't had any new employees in a long time."
"Oh, I see."
I walked to the back storage area.
I noticed that the instant noodles were running low.
I grabbed a box of instant noodles and headed to the shelves to restock them.
The new girl followed me.
She watched me intently as I demonstrated how to arrange the shelves.
Then, she started helping.
However, her movements were clumsy.
She knocked over several cup noodles, which I quickly caught before they hit the floor.
Her hand brushed against mine as she reached for the same cup noodles as me.
She quickly withdrew her hand and her face turned red.
There was something off about her.
Her manicured nails and designer watch didn't match her position as a part-time worker at a convenience store.
"Have you worked at a convenience store before?"
"Not really. I used to work at high-end boutiques."
"Really? Then why do you want to work here?"
She hesitated, then whispered, "I'm here to learn about real people."
I didn't really understand what she meant, but I nodded.
"Okay. You'll get used to it after a while."
As I was restocking the shelves, I noticed her staring at the luxury cosmetics in the corner.
She examined them with great interest.
I remembered that she used to work at a high-end boutique.
I casually said, "Sometimes employees get freebies from the store."
She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Really? How does it work?"
I didn't want to disappoint her, so I made up something on the spot.
"Oh, you know. The managers sometimes let us take damaged items home."
She narrowed her eyes and asked, "What kind of damaged items?"
"Like expired or slightly damaged packaging. But we have to ask the manager first."
"Okay, got it."
She started to examine the cosmetics again.
I continued to restock the shelves.
After a while, I went to the back room to organize the inventory.
When I returned, I saw her meticulously counting each item on the shelves.
She was writing in a small leather notebook.
The notebook looked more expensive than my phone.
I wondered what she was doing.
She kept glancing at me whenever I got close.
I pretended not to notice and continued working.
As time passed, her behavior became increasingly odd.
The awkward silence was broken when Manager Zhou burst into the back room, waving a sales report in his hand.
He gathered everyone around him excitedly and said, "Great job, everyone! Our store has been consistently ranking high in sales. As promised, I'll give you all a bonus this month!"
My coworker suddenly straightened up and quickly tucked away her notebook.
I noticed that she had left the notebook on the counter.
She must have been in a hurry.
I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then casually walked over to the counter.
I pretended to wipe it down with my cleaning cloth.
As I did so, the notebook fell open.
I saw neat columns of names and phone numbers.
The names were all luxury brands like Chanel and Dior.
The phone numbers were followed by a series of numbers and letters.
They looked like supplier codes.
My heart raced as I realized that these might be black market connections.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me.
I quickly grabbed the cleaning cloth and started wiping down the counter again, trying not to draw attention to myself.
My coworker walked up and snatched her notebook away from me.
She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What are you doing?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "Nothing. I just saw the notebook and wanted to wipe it down for you."
She looked like she didn't believe me.
But then she suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, Li Yan, do you want to grab a drink with me after work?"
I was taken aback by her sudden invitation.
I had just seen her notebook and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
But I couldn't refuse after what I had seen.
So I nodded and said, "Sure. Let's finish our shift first."
The rest of the shift passed quickly.
I kept an eye on her from the corner of my eye as she continued arranging the products with her inexperienced hands.
At 10 PM, our shift finally ended.
As we were leaving through the staff entrance, I saw her waiting for me in front of the convenience store.
She was wearing a designer bag that looked out of place with her uniform.
I walked up to her and said, "That's a nice bag. Is it new?"
She glanced at it and replied, "Oh, this old thing? Just something I picked up from a friend."
I raised an eyebrow and asked, "A friend in the industry, perhaps?"
She gave me a mysterious smile and said, "Maybe. Let's go."
Then she started walking down the street with her heels clicking on the pavement.
I followed her at a distance, not wanting to get too close.
The street was dimly lit, and it seemed like we were the only ones around.
She led the way, her designer heels clicking on the pavement.
Her convenience store uniform looked out of place among the luxury accessories.
As we walked, the contrast between her clothes and her surroundings became more and more apparent.
We finally arrived at a small bar tucked away in an alley.
She stopped in front of the entrance and glanced at her phone repeatedly before entering.
Inside, she chose a secluded booth in the corner, farthest from the other patrons.
She fidgeted with her expensive watch as she ordered top-shelf whiskey from the bartender.
The way she pronounced "whiskey" sounded awkward coming from her mouth.
I sat down across from her, watching as she took small sips of the whiskey.
The ice cubes clinked against the sides of her glass.
She kept glancing at her phone, this time lingering on what looked like a news alert.
I cleared my throat to get her attention.
She startled and quickly put the phone away.
Her designer watch caught the dim light of the bar as she leaned forward, fingers drumming nervously on the sticky table.
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "What do you want from me?"
She took another sip of the whiskey, her hands shaking slightly.
The dim light of the bar caught on the expensive watch as she set the glass back down.
The late-night crowd was thinning out, leaving our corner booth feeling even more isolated.
She pulled out her leather notebook again, this time sliding it across the sticky table toward me.
As I reached for it, she kept one finger pressed down on the cover.
"Before I show you this," she said, glancing at the exit, "I need to know if you can keep a secret."
Her other hand gripped her phone tightly, thumb hovering over the screen.
I leaned forward, my voice dropping to match her hushed tone.
The ice cubes clinked against the sides of her whiskey glass as her hand trembled slightly.
She glanced around the empty bar one more time before slowly opening the notebook.
Her manicured fingers traced over the lists of luxury brands I'd seen earlier.
The leather cover creaked as she flipped to a new page, revealing what looked like surveillance photos.
My stomach dropped when I saw myself in several shots - restocking shelves, checking inventory, even leaving the store.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She looked me in the eye, her expression serious. "It's proof that you're not who you say you are."
My heart raced as I tried to process her words.