After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

I didn't have to wait long for the bidding documents. After my dad came home from working overtime, he went straight to his study. I took the late-night snack I had prepared in the kitchen and followed him.

"Dad, I've noticed you've been leaving early and coming home late lately. Are you busy with the bidding documents?" I put down my late-night snack and got straight to the point.

Dad frowned as he stared at the computer, not even looking up as he responded with a single word.

I glanced at the safe in the study and decided to get straight to the point to avoid wasting time. "Dad, our family's promotion application has been leaked."

My words made him frown even more. He looked up at me, rubbed his temples, and said helplessly, "Wanwan, Daddy is busy with work and doesn't have time to joke with you. You can go out now."

This matter is of great importance. I had guessed before that my dad wouldn't just believe me outright.

However, Song Chenhao hasn't caught her red-handed yet, so I can't just reveal Bian Jiahui's weaknesses on her own, as that would easily alert him.

Bian Jiahui's well-behaved image has been deeply ingrained in people's minds for so many years. If I were to produce evidence at this time, and my father were to question her, and Bian Jiahui were to make a few more excuses, saying that all of this was instigated and coerced by Song Chenhao, then she would easily be exonerated.

I took two steps forward, walked to the desk, bent down and rested my hands on the table. "Dad, this bid is of great importance. It will have a significant impact on our company's listing. We can't be too careful."

"I know you don't trust me, but I still hope you can rewrite the bid, including the price and the contents. It's best if only you know about it and don't take it home."

My dad looked up and stared straight at me. After a long while, he finally asked, "Wanwan, do you know what you're saying?"

I nodded. This was the safest way. On the one hand, the bid documents wouldn't be leaked, and on the other hand, it would send Bian Jiahui and Song Chenhao to hell.

"Please take my suspicion as me being paranoid, but it's always good to have a backup plan for something this important."

He thought about it for a moment and said that what I said made some sense. He said he would think about it carefully when he got back to the company tomorrow.

Seeing that he agreed, I didn't waste any more time and turned back to my room to rest.

The next morning, Uncle Li took me to school. As soon as the car left, I saw another luxury car drive up. Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui, who hadn't returned home all night, got out of the car.

The two made no attempt to hide their relationship; they got out of the car and went straight to their classroom hand in hand, a scene that immediately sparked a lot of discussion among their classmates.

Some people think that Bian Jiahui is marrying above her station with Song Chenhao, while others are speculating about Song Chenhao's true identity and which noble family he is.

I saw all of this; it seems that Bian Jiahui has already given the things to Song Chenhao.

He had already taken that bid to the competing company to curry favor; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live such a luxurious life.

Over the next few days, Bian Jiahui wore more and more designer brands, and rumors about her dating Song Chenhao spread like wildfire.

"Have you noticed that the clothes and accessories Bian Jiahui has been buying lately look very similar to Jiang Wanying's?"

During break, when I came back, I heard several students in the class talking about Bian Jiahui's clothes and appearance.

Others echoed this sentiment, saying that the two had similar builds and had been dressing similarly lately, making it really hard to tell them apart from behind.

After the classmates finished speaking, Bian Jiahui spoke softly, "The clothes I've been wearing lately were all gifts from Ahao a long time ago. Wanwan used to compliment them on how nice they were. Maybe we have the same taste!"

I overheard these words from outside the door and couldn't help but chuckle.

Bian Jiahui and Song Chenhao have been acting all high and mighty every time they see me lately, but they've never said a word to me.

Unexpectedly, Bian Jiahui not only liked to steal other people's things, but was also a shrewd learner.

I returned to my seat, and when my classmates saw me come back, they all fell silent.

Bian Jiahui stood up, carrying her new LV bag, and stood next to me, placing the bag on my table.

"Wanwan, don't worry, I won't be angry if you dress like me. It just means we have similar tastes."

I stopped writing, looked up, and said, "Take your bag off my desk. We don't have the same taste. I have no interest in trash."

Bian Jiahui looked around, picked up the bag again, and stroked it affectionately. "Wanwan, are you still upset about what happened before? The reason I didn't explain my identity to everyone was actually for your own good."

She deliberately raised her voice a few decibels, and the surrounding classmates immediately became curious and secretly glanced in her direction.

I also became somewhat interested, wanting to know exactly how she managed to turn black and white on her computer, and whether "stealing my identity was for my own good"?

"Of course!" she replied matter-of-factly, then let out a deep sigh.

“When I first came to this school, Uncle Jiang mentioned to me that you are from a wealthy family and that if those enemies or vicious people knew your identity, they might target you.”

“We’ll eat, live, and go everywhere together. This will allow me to conceal your true identity from outsiders. If we do encounter any bandits, I can take your place, and you’ll be safe.”

Upon hearing this, the surrounding classmates sighed in sympathy, and their gazes towards her gradually became kinder.

She kept saying she was doing it all for my own good, and after explaining her predicament, she looked at me with downcast eyes, indicating that she really hadn't expected me to think she had stolen my identity.

She came up with a pretty perfect excuse, instantly transforming herself from a thief into a protector, while I, the one being protected, seemed rather ungrateful.

"Bian Jiahui, I thought you'd come up with some kind of excuse, but I didn't expect this?"

"Wanwan, I know you won't believe anything I say now, but I really did consider you my best friend and wanted to protect you."

At this point, she clenched her fists, raised her head, and showed a resolute expression. "I know you look down on me and think I'm just a nanny's daughter, but so what if I'm a nanny's daughter? My mother and I earn our living with our own hands."

"We're both still young. Just because I'm not as rich as you now doesn't mean I'll have to live such a poor life in the future. Wanwan, don't underestimate a young person's potential!"

Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but laugh.

This resilient demeanor can only fool the classmates. The saying "Don't underestimate a young person's potential" is indeed true, but it applies to those who are truly capable.

What right does Bian Jiahui, a thief who only steals other people's things, have to say such things?

I never expected that Bian Jiahui's performance would actually convince many of her classmates, and quite a few even came up to comfort her.

After the car incident was exposed, Xiang Jiao had been cold to Bian Jiahui for some time, but upon hearing what she said today, she immediately came forward to comfort her.

He said that there is nothing shameful about making a living by your own hands, and that he had misunderstood her before, not expecting that she was actually acting out of kindness.

Seeing their sisterly affection, I gradually lost patience and directly asked Bian Jiahui what she wanted to do after saying so much.

To my utter surprise, she paused for a moment, then pushed the bag directly to me.

“I used to consider you a good friend and always thought of you, but I never expected that you would deliberately make everyone misunderstand that I was pretending to be a rich girl. Since that’s the case, I’ll return this bag to you as a token of your family’s care for me and my mother over the years, even though you’ve never considered me a friend.”