My Dorm Roommate's Secret: Why Did He Suddenly Get Rich?

I have a story to share that I still can't forget. One of my dormmates in college suddenly became “big time.” He always had new clothes, expensive perfume, and was always out and about. We thought he had a business — but he was hiding a secret.

On the first day in the dorm, I was the first to arrive. Then “Ate Xia Hai” arrived — not her real name, of course. As soon as she entered, she seemed to own the entire room. What a mess! When M and J arrived, her behavior became more obvious — choosy, snobbish, and seemed to not want to socialize.

M, from Xinjiang, even brought goodies from their province. She gave them to us, but Ate Xia Hai? She refused, frowning. We were all like, “Hala, are you okay?” I told her nicely, but she gave me a bad look. Well, I know — we won't be close.

I'm a med student so I'm rarely in the dorm. But I notice, Ate Xia Hai, is always away. It's early, she's very well-groomed, then she goes out at 6AM and only comes home at night. When we ask where she's from, she always avoids the answer.

Until one day, while we were talking, he suddenly asked:
“Do you want to make money?”
At the same time, he offered me perfume and invited me to dinner.

On Saturday, he took us to a social restaurant. We thought it was just bonding. But when we entered the room, there was an old man there. He looked weird. It was uncomfortable. I was nervous.

Back at the dorm, she came up to me and asked, “Do you have any sexy photos?”
I frowned. "Huh? Why would you ask me that?"
That's when she admitted — she was an escort. And she wanted to take us with her. The guy? Her client.

I told her, “Sister, that’s wrong. I’m not going there.”
But her answer? “I worked hard for everything I earned.”
I really didn’t want to do it anymore. I talked to the dorm supervisor and immediately requested a transfer.

Fast forward, a few months after the dorm drama, I saw Ate Xia Hai again. Guess what? She was in the hospital, and I was an OB-GYN intern. When we looked at each other, she glared at me — as if it was my fault.