She Wanted Everyone to Remember Her Birthday, So I Let Them Remember It Forever Chapter 03
I found her accusations completely absurd.
“She has the audacity to change the security codes to the entire building, and you’re calling her a sweet girl? Have you lost your mind?”
Willow scoffed over the line. “It’s just a temporary code. Aren’t you in the furniture business? If something goes wrong, can’t you just help her fix it?”
“Besides, look at how you’re talking to me. I’m your future mother-in-law. If you ever speak to me in that tone again, watch yourself!”
The next second, Chad snatched the phone from her. “Patricia, I’m telling you one last time. Apologize to Ophelia right now. If you keep throwing a tantrum like this, we are putting the wedding on hold.”
Finally, his true colors were showing. I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Forget the wedding. We’re done!”
Chad sounded like he couldn’t believe his ears. “What did you just say?”
I hung up immediately.
Meanwhile, Ophelia took advantage of the drama and quickly posted a clip of her live stream online, using a glaring title:
[What is it like to be loved by an entire building? On the first day of our new apartment handovers, the whole building uses my birthday to get home.]
In the video, she bragged about her popularity while tearfully complaining about how I refused to fit in.
Chad stood right beside her, defending her actions. The comment section was filled with praise.
[The vibe in this community is amazing. Ophelia is officially a princess.]
[That girl who left the group chat is such a buzzkill. She should just move out.]
Just as I was about to lock my phone, Millie sent me another message: [Patricia, I just moved all my jewelry into my apartment today. Is this really going to be okay?]
I replied to her: [Your door code has already been leaked all over the internet. What do you think?]
Millie was silent for a few seconds before sending another text: [But everyone in the group chat is saying that calling the police right now will interfere with the final inspection. Mr. Rollins told us not to cause any trouble.]
Staring at the text, I replied with just one sentence: [Mr. Rollins is just a manager. If something actually happens, he won’t be the one taking responsibility for your losses.]
On the other side of the door, Ophelia wiped away her tears under the comfort of her viewers and started smiling again.
“Don’t worry, everyone! Mr. Rollins said that once the inspection ends at six tonight, they will reset all the original passwords with one click. We have ten minutes left on the countdown. Let’s witness the miracle together!”
I pulled up the security rules on my lock’s backend app, looking at the safety notification, and smirked.
The system automatically stops all bulk updates fifteen minutes before the final sealing.
Ophelia’s miracle wasn’t going to make the cut.
With only five minutes left before the system locked down, the viewer count in Ophelia’s live stream soared to a hundred thousand.
Holding her selfie stick, she walked down from the eighteenth floor. Stopping outside each apartment door, she gave a sweet smile to the camera.
“Watch closely, everyone. This is the secret code for Building 18’s favorite neighbor.”
She typed in her birthday. Beep—
[Verification successful.]
The chat blurred past with non-stop comments.
[All her neighbors really adore her! Talk about princess treatment!]
[I want to live in a community like this. Coming home would feel like entering Ophelia’s castle.]
Ophelia’s eyes lit up from the compliments, and she deliberately panned the camera across my apartment door.
Soon, someone in the comments warned her.
[You just streamed the floor numbers, apartment doors, and the password. Aren’t you worried something might happen?]
[This is a serious security breach. Someone needs to call the police immediately.]
Ophelia’s eyes turned red instantly.
“I’m just sharing the warmth of our neighborhood. Why do people always assume the worst of me?”
“I’m so touched that everyone loves me this much. It’s just a few bitter people who can’t stand seeing someone else being liked.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Chad delivered a heavy kick to my door.
A loud bang echoed through the entryway, causing the vase on the console table to wobble before crashing to the floor and shattering.
“Patricia, open the door!” His voice rattled with suppressed rage. “I gave you a way out and you didn’t take it. And now you have the nerve to call off the wedding? Open the door! Don’t make me get physical with you.”
