Tiffany Rockefeller and Jessica were whispering about sothing. When she heard Anya’s voice, she turned around, a sweet smile on her face.
"Anya, darling," she said enthusiastically. "You know how close we are. Your business is my business, isn’t it?"
Anya looked at the still-enthusiastic Tiffany and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The last ti she had refused to get a college offer with Tiffany by ’transitioning,’ she had been on edge for a while. She had always known that Tiffany was a petty girl.
"Um... here’s the thing," Anya paused. "I need a map of the industrial zoning plan changes for New York for the last 50 years. You said last ti that your family has one."
"Oh..." Tiffany slapped her forehead. "You’re talking about that. Silly ."
"What do you need it for?" she asked, looking at Anya, who was leagues prettier than her. "Is it for those projects Ms. Wood told us about?"
"Yes," Anya nodded. "Tiffany, you’re the best. Please help out this ti."
"Doesn’t the New York City Governnt website have that?" Tiffany asked. "Why not use that one?"
"They have so, but it’s not complete, and I’d have to look at them one by one and make notes," Anya shook her head. "Putting it all together would take at least a day or two."
"My uncle is in charge of the archives," Tiffany said decisively after a mont’s thought. "I’ll talk to him and have his secretary scan a copy and send it to you."
Anya threw her arms around Tiffany. "You’re the best, darling! When break starts, I’ll treat you and Jessica to a trip to Monaco."
"Okay!" Tiffany said happily. "We’re the best of friends."
The French quiz was about to start. Anya skipped back to her seat.
This Advanced Placent French exam wasn’t particularly difficult, at least not for Anya. It gave her a chance to scan the proctor sitting opposite her with a critical eye. That’s right, Anya’s seat for the exam was in the front row.
She had a decent impression of this proctor. He was their film studies teacher and often showed romantic movies she enjoyed, which happened to align perfectly with her own tastes.
Tiffany, however, despised this proctor, this idiot professor. It was all because he’d given her a C- on her last film paper. The paper was a review of a Woody Allen film, and Tiffany felt his movies were all about New York and the neurotics who lived there, which were never ant for the upper echelons of the United States of Arica ("and especially not suitable for the Rockefeller Family to watch").
So, it seed understandable that this proctor had described her as "overbearing."
The exam began with a series of questions to be answered with a brief description. The first question was, "What do you like to do in your spare ti?"
This question was obviously a piece of cake for Anya. She liked buying expensive clothes, especially all kinds of leather jackets and furs. She liked eating ice cream. She liked kissing Li Wei while caressing his six-pack abs (this part obviously didn’t need to be written on the exam paper). She liked blasting heavy bass from EA7 and cruising around in her G800. It’s just that she couldn’t do any of those things right now; she was too busy with everything else.
The second question was, "Imagine you found Aladdin’s Lamp, and it said it could grant you one wish. What would your wish be?"
’Tiffany will definitely get zero points on this one,’ Anya thought. ’She probably doesn’t even know what Aladdin’s Lamp is.’
She tapped her pencil on the desk. What were her wishes? She definitely wanted to get into Yale. To get into Yale on her own rit, without relying on her dad or Li Wei. This was her way of expressing herself. No matter the cost, she wanted to achieve sothing by herself. After all, Li Wei had relied entirely on himself.
Besides that, she also wished her dad would find her a new mom, and she hoped to go on a graduation trip with Li Wei after they graduated.
To Utah, for example. She had never seen that kind of red rock desert or giant canyons before.
Driving a Cadillac Escalade around the United States of Arica, just the two of them... hmm, that seed like a good idea.
She also wanted a leather jacket. The ideal one would be black, a mix of military and casual styles, with intricate studs and patterns. She hadn’t found one she liked yet. It would be best if she could buy two, one for her and one for Li Wei. On top of that, she wanted a fox fur hat with ear flaps.
Before she knew it, she had filled her test paper. Suddenly, she heard a cough from above her.
She looked up and saw the proctor looking at her test paper with a fond, knowing smile.
Anya quickly glanced over her answers, and her face couldn’t help but turn red—without exception, all of her wishes were related to Li Wei.
The exam passed quickly. Anya had other college admission matters to discuss with Ms. Wood.
"I’m counting on you, Tiffany," she said, kissing Tiffany on the cheek. "I’m leaving the matter of the zoning map to you."
With that, she grabbed her coat and TAP-TAP-TAPPED her way out of the classroom.
"Are you really going to get that zoning map for Anya?" Jessica watched Anya’s retreating back, then turned to Tiffany, who was wiping her cheek. "If she succeeds with her application, won’t that make us look useless?"
The two of them were a "transgender duo" now. To make their act convincing during this period, they even held it in and didn’t dare use the restroom, waiting until after school to rush ho and relieve themselves—because according to their current identities, they were supposed to be using the n’s restroom.
"Of course... not," Tiffany wiped her face, lazily scrolling through her phone while chatting with so male models she knew from Instagram. "I plan to stall her for a couple of days."
"You’re so—clever," Jessica had wanted to say ’cruel,’ but her last na was nowhere near as prominent as Tiffany Rockefeller’s, so she could only go along with her. "That Russian girl will probably miss the final deadline for supplentary applications."
"Tch," Tiffany scoffed. As she zood in on the details of the male models’ crotches in the revealing photos they sent, she said casually, "What’s she pretending for? People from Russia always have that nouveau riche vibe."
’It’s because what’s a casual expense for her is Tiffany’s absolute limit.’
’Her trust fund is a hundred tis bigger than yours, and a single one of her bags costs two months of your allowance.’ Jessica glanced at Tiffany, keeping these thoughts to herself.
Although the Rockefeller na was illustrious, the family was also enormous. Tiffany’s branch was a minor branch of a minor branch.
If Anya wanted to, she could make one phone call and have Mr. Sergey donate 20 million USD for a new building.
But if Tiffany tried to replicate that, all that would await her was a torrential scolding from her father.
The Rockefeller na, aside from a 30,000 USD monthly trust she’d been receiving since she was 18, required her to queue up, apply for, or earn most other resources through her performance. The trust funds of old money families were specifically designed for this purpose.
If she could just get into Yale University, her monthly trust paynt would automatically increase to 50,000 USD.
’And yet Anya, even as a minor, has an allowance tens of tis larger than mine. She’s also gorgeous and has a star like Li Wei for a boyfriend. What gives her the right? She’s just so nouveau riche girl from Eastern Europe, whose only redeeming quality is her noble-looking black hair.’
「The next day, Saturday.」
Anya was anxious, but still full of confidence.
"She wouldn’t lie to ," she said to her housekeeper, Kaja. "After all, it’s just a small favor for her. She wouldn’t refuse to help with sothing so simple."
Kaja said, "Miss Anya, I’m just worried you’re working too hard. One phone call to Mr. Sergey would solve everything."
Anya just shook her head and continued to wait for news from Tiffany.
「On Sunday, Anya went to Li Wei’s house.」
Don Quixote was still busy running errands for Li Wei’s personal company, and Lily was out for an extracurricular activity and hadn’t returned.
Anya’s period had just ended, and her ovulation had begun.
The mont she entered, she jumped onto Li Wei. Before the door was even closed, her 200,000 USD short Fendi fur coat was already tossed on the floor.
Li Wei even accidentally stepped on it.
"Oof," he glanced down. "Sor—"
His mouth was covered by Anya’s.
"No talking," she said breathlessly. "Upstairs, now."
By the ti Li Wei reached the bedroom door, they were both already stripped down to their underwear.
"Wait..." Li Wei grabbed the room’s remote control. "Let close the curtains first..."
Soft lights ca on, the motorized curtains closed automatically, and gentle music began to play in the room.
An hour later, after Anya’s ten delicate toes had clenched and unclenched for the fourth ti, the sheets were a complete ss, and the pillow at the foot of the bed was covered in her bite marks.
"Want sothing to drink?" Li Wei sat on the edge of the bed, tied up the used condom, and tossed it into the master bathroom toilet from eight or nine ters away. "Mineral water, sparkling water, energy drink?"
"...I want an energy drink," Anya said, struggling to turn over, panting.
After a little while, she was back to her usual playful self.
"Why aren’t you sweating even a little? Huh? Am I that weak?" she said, pressing her small feet against Li Wei’s abs and chest, even trying to stick her toes in his mouth. "Huh? Say sothing?"
She giggled as she spoke.
Li Wei didn’t mind a second round. During their "battles," he always controlled his constitution to be around 1.8-2.0, to prevent himself from accidentally hurting Anya with too much strength in his excitent. When the battle was over, he would release the limit, restoring it to 3.0. Then, he only needed a little over a minute to get past his refractory period and be ready to charge into battle again.
He glanced at Anya, naked and glowing with a rosy blush, and grabbed her leg.
He pulled her toward him.
Anya’s face imdiately fell. "No, no, no, I surrender, I surrender," she quickly grabbed a pillow to cover her vital parts. "I was just kidding! Stop, I still have howork to do."
Only then did Li Wei let her go.
"Where’s the bag you brought?" Li Wei, having put his underwear back on, walked toward the door. "I’ll go get your laptop."
"It should be on the stairs," Anya yelled, lying prone on the bed. "Get an energy drink, and my panties should be by the door too, grab those for as well."
By the ti Li Wei had cleaned everything up and thrown the drenched sheets into the Gaggenau washing machine, Anya had already slipped on one of Li Wei’s oversized T-shirts and was staring worriedly at her laptop.
"Ugh, this is so annoying," she tapped her forehead. "Why hasn’t Tiffany sent the file I need yet?"
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