"Jeff, where did you get so much money?" Lindsay texted quickly.
"Oh! My family house got bought out for development, and I got compensation for more than ten apartments!" Jeff replied with a casual excuse.
"So that's it. But even with that, you shouldn't spend like crazy!"
"Linds, for you, I'm willing to do anything!"
Jeff swallowed his disgust and sent the simping message.
In his eyes, the current Lindsay was a full-on gold-digger.
If she didn't like someone, why string them along?
Then, when they finally move on, she starts with excuses.
Just enjoying being chased?
Damn it.
"Jeff, please don't be like this. I'm really in a tough spot..."
This time, Jeff didn't reply.
He switched to chatting with Ava.
"Ava, how about dinner tomorrow?"
"Ah! Tomorrow I'm meeting my best friend for nails!"
"Then never mind."
"I'm sorry!"
Ava, with favorability at 55, was actually eager to date.
But as a girl, playing hard to get was necessary.
Otherwise, if a guy gets you too easily, he won't value it.
Plus, they'd only known each other a day—she didn't want to rush.
Jeff wasn't desperate for the date anyway.
He just needed to spend simp bucks on meals.
If she passed, he'd simp elsewhere.
Anyone worked, as long as the money flowed.
Meanwhile, Lindsay stared at her phone, no reply from Jeff.
She hesitated over the fifty-thousand-dollar transfer.
Her mom wasn't sick.
Accepting it would be straight fraud.
Small favors were one thing.
But fifty grand after dumping him today? It screamed greedy.
Her best friend Madison walked over.
"Linds, who's so generous? Fifty K transfer? Blake?"
"Not Blake. It's Jeff. Mads, what should I do?"
Madison raised an eyebrow. "Jeff? That guy has fifty grand to send? Thought he was broke."
"Yeah, surprised me too. Today I broke up with him, then shopping with Blake, we ran into him with Ava from Tisch. I felt weird. The bag I wanted, Blake wouldn't buy, but Jeff got it for Ava. I was furious!"
Madison laughed. "Sounds like you're jealous of losing Jeff. But can he compare to Blake? Looks, family—Blake wins. And you gave Blake your first time!"
"But Blake feels off. Never lets me see his phone, never buys gifts. Just romantic words. Last time I asked to look, he got mad, threatened to break up. I agreed to Jeff out of spite. But now... Jeff treats me better. And his family's demolition got him ten-plus apartments!"
"Demolition? Damn. Didn't know Jeff was sitting on that."
Madison sounded envious.
Her looks and figure were close to Lindsay's.
Why didn't she get this luck?
Jeff was devoted, loyal, and loaded now.
Reliable compared to Blake.
"Linds, don't decide fast. Observe. Keep the money—if he asks, return it. But don't treat him like trash anymore. Keep him as backup. Blake... you're too soft with him. He might take advantage."
"I get it." Lindsay nodded.
She texted Blake.
"Blake, my mom's sick, hospitalized. Can you lend some money?"
"Ah! Serious? Should've said sooner!"
"Blake, you're the best to me!"
"I got five hundred here. Enough? If not, I'll borrow more. I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow, buy supplements!"
Blake sounded concerned.
But it was suspicion.
Lindsay's heart chilled.
Five hundred?
That's all she was worth?
She'd never let Jeff touch her, yet he sent fifty grand instantly.
She'd given Blake everything—even an abortion—and he offered five hundred?
He even doubted her.
Though she was lying.
But not the answer she wanted.
Worse—he didn't even send the five hundred. Just words.
For the first time, Lindsay wondered if she'd chosen wrong.
Back in the dorm, Jeff showered.
He lay in bed, restless, and opened a streaming app.
Wonder if tipping streamers counts as simp spending?
He recharged.
It worked.
Excitement hit.
Real-life spending was exhausting—shopping, dates.
But online? Tip millions in one night.
Efficient. Multiple girls. Wide net.
"System notification: Only targets with real beauty score over 7.6 qualify as goddesses for rebates. Streamers use heavy filters—online vs. real differs greatly. Judge carefully!"
"Fine."
Jeff browsed dozens.
One-third looked decent post-filter.
Several hit 8+, one at 9.
But real looks unknown.
A popular dance streamer, Mia, had millions of followers. Filtered score 8.5–9.
Heard she did bare-faced streams once—still solid.
Figure was killer. Angel face, devil body.
Top dancer on the platform.
Simping for a big-name streamer felt right.