I'm a gold digger. To climb the social ladder, I spiked a rich guy's drink, hoping to cook the rice before anyone could stop me. Even if I couldn't become a wealthy wife, getting some money out of it would be good. The result? Damn it, the spiked drink was drunk by his dad. Even worse, I discovered he was the benefactor who had been sponsoring my education. 1 Clothes were scattered messily on the floor. The sexy lingerie I carefully prepared was torn to shreds—heartbreaking, yet exciting. The lights in the room were off all night, and the bed shook all night. When daylight broke the next day, and I saw clearly who I had slept with, my world collapsed. I had intended to sleep with Liam Thorne. Who was this? This was Liam's dad. A young and promising entrepreneur, thirty-three years old this year, Liam's adoptive father. Liam's biological mother was Sebastian Thorne's sister. After his sister and brother-in-law died in a car accident, Sebastian raised Liam alone and became his father. Liam was my target, so it wasn't strange that I knew the situation in advance. These things were common knowledge; even if I didn't investigate deliberately, I would have known. That's why I was having a breakdown. He's Liam's dad! I wanted to be Liam's bride, not his mother! I had put a heavy dose in that drink, not giving Liam any chance to escape. I had made up my mind to take him down. So, Sebastian, who actually fell for it, woke up clutching his throbbing head. He opened his eyes and saw me, a stiff look of confusion appearing on his mature, handsome face. Without thinking, while still naked, I knelt directly towards him to apologize. "I'm sorry, Uncle, I didn't mean to." Sebastian's brow twitched. Even in such a dramatic situation, he didn't lose his composure in the slightest. My understanding of Sebastian could only be described with words like gentlemanly and reliable. He was a very handsome man. At thirty-three, he was like wine aged just right—mellow, intoxicating, and full of masculine charm. Temperament determined everything, making even the few fine lines at the corners of his eyes deadly weapons. He was indeed handsome, but I liked younger ones, like his son. I lowered my head, trembling, and heard him let out a long sigh. "I remember you." My heart skipped a beat, feeling like it was all over. The next second, he draped the shirt by his hand over me and whispered, "Sorry." While buttoning up, I asked, "Uncle, you know me?" It was normal to know me. After all, I was a notorious gold digger in the circle. Seeing a rich person was like a dog seeing a bone; I would kiss up frantically. Those dissolute rich kids in the circle were afraid of me. Liam even said directly in front of others: "I wouldn't even want to sleep with a girl like Harper Stone." Obviously, Sebastian was a great philanthropist, gentle and approachable, yet he raised such a rebellious brat. Probably adolescent rebellion. We're both eighteen; I understand him. Sebastian put on his clothes and gave a faint "Mn." "I remember. Your name is Harper Stone. Since you were fourteen, I have been sponsoring your education every year." There was no extra expression on his face. He maintained politeness, not even lifting his head, afraid to see my naked skin. The skin now wrapped in his shirt, under the influence of the drug, had been left with scattered, crazy love bites by him. After sobering up, he became a gentleman again, while I was a despicable girl who loved leisure and hated work. Oh, can't say girl anymore; it's woman. After I got dressed, he asked me, "You haven't contacted me for a long time. How is it? Which university did you get into?" I suddenly remembered there was indeed someone sponsoring me. At first, I would tell him about my studies from time to time. Every birthday and holiday, he would prepare gifts for me and help me when I was financially embarrassed. So he was my benefactor. I buried my head in shame, afraid to look him in the eye. Finally, I gave a dry laugh: "Dropped out. Took a shortcut to climb into rich people's beds. Didn't I just climb into yours, sir?" The smile on Sebastian's face slowly disappeared, as if he finally realized what happened between us last night. He slept with a girl fifteen years younger than him, whom he had sponsored. Sebastian's face was uglier than ever before. After a long silence, he sighed again, frowning, covering his forehead, annoyed at his actions. Even though it wasn't his fault. It was my reckless method, clumsily applied to the wrong person. How could a person cause such a huge mess? I knew deeply what the consequences of doing this would be. Before, he always praised me. In his heart, I was a good kid. Now the good kid had fallen into a gold digger and landed in his hands. He must be furious. Before I could apologize, he apologized first. "Sorry. "From a man's perspective, I should take responsibility for you, but I respect your choice. If you are willing, I will compensate you." I stared at him blankly, my brain working fast. Weighing the pros and cons, I didn't hesitate for too long and blurted out. "Then take responsibility for me, Mr. Thorne. I want you to be my boyfriend." Such an opportunity was hard to catch, especially for someone hated by everyone like me. To be able to hold onto a golden thigh of Sebastian's level was something one could only wish for; it was simply a gift from heaven. I knew my clumsiness and cheapness deeply. I knew my image in his heart was completely ruined. But the moment I decided to be a gold digger, I already knew what kind of person I was. My heart was beating very fast. A vain person like me actually felt panic and nervousness at this moment. Afraid he would show a contemptuous expression, afraid he would hate me, and even more afraid he would reject me. Sebastian was silent for a few seconds. "Okay. "But don't do this kind of thing again in the future." My heart went cold halfway. Still disgusted with me, right? Well, deserved. If someone else said this to me, I wouldn't feel a ripple. But he happened to be the one who sponsored my education, who had high hopes for me. And I failed him, becoming someone who would do anything for money. I felt ashamed. At this time, he said, "I know you have your difficulties. You are not a bad kid. I believe in you." His words stunned me. In fact, I knew very little about this sponsor. From beginning to end, my communication with him was on the phone. He didn't reveal his name to me, nor his appearance and age. He was gentle and encouraged me. My grades weren't good. To continue receiving his sponsorship, I studied desperately, but in the end, I could only get average grades. Every time I showed him my report card, I was terrified, afraid I would disappoint him. If I couldn't study, I could only get married. But he didn't. Facing my self-loathing, he would comfort me: "Stupid kids also need to read books." I failed his expectations. This stupid kid, now biting the hand that fed her. I knew I should apologize to him, then go far away and never appear in front of him again. But I had no way back. People are always selfish. I was a selfish and despicable person. He said okay, so we would be boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. Oh, if he said I was his mistress, I would be happy too. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward for a moment. I assured him: "Mr. Thorne, don't worry, I only climbed your bed alone. I am clean, no diseases." Mainly because I only succeeded in climbing Sebastian's bed alone, and it was successful because of an accident. Sebastian frowned. I thought he didn't believe it. When I wanted to explain, he suddenly said: "Don't talk about yourself like that." Sebastian dressed properly. His aura of righteousness was so upright that I dared not look directly at him, making me look like a shameful rat. He told me earnestly: "The cleanliness of the body does not lie in virginity." Just like before, he always taught me many principles. Pity he had no talent for teaching children. Liam wasn't taught well, and even I grew crooked. But he was the first person to say such things to me. Every rich guy I entangled with asked if I was clean, then immediately denied it with a sneer: "You've hooked up with so many guys, probably played out long ago, right? I don't play with damaged goods." My parents also said. Girls should avoid suspicion and not go out to play with boys, otherwise others would say I was messing around, and I wouldn't be able to get married later, or I would be despised by my in-laws as a broken shoe. I didn't expect that what everyone cared about, Sebastian didn't care. Positive energy! While I was distracted, Sebastian looked at me: "Harper, I remember you are only eighteen. "Although I don't know the reason why you didn't continue studying, I still hope you can return to school. "If you are willing, I can let you go to school with Liam." What? School? I dropped out after junior year. Asking me to go back to school now, might as well let me learn how to serve him in bed. Could it be Sebastian's fetish is schoolgirls? ...Not impossible. Just then, the door suddenly opened. Liam appeared angrily. Seeing the disheveled me and the messy bed, his eyes turned red, emitting a sharp scream. He cursed loudly: "You bitch, couldn't climb my bed, so you climbed my dad's?" Inevitable. The drug was administered; someone had to take the hit, right? I had heard too many such ugly words and was immune. Sebastian slapped him directly, silencing Liam. I was stunned, covering my mouth and widening my eyes to watch the drama. Sebastian looked angry, his voice low: "Is this how I taught you to speak?" Liam cried in anger: "You indeed didn't teach me like this, but you slept with her. Don't you have anything to explain? Do you know what kind of person she is? Do you want this kind of person to be my stepmother?" Seeing them arguing more and more fiercely, I quickly added fuel to the fire, afraid their misunderstanding would be resolved. "I know you hate me. It doesn't matter. In the future, we each address our own way. You call me Little Mom, I call you Brother Liam." Liam was so angry his face turned green. "Shut up! What kind of thing are you, wanting to enter the Thorne family door!" I sold my pitifulness to Sebastian with tears in my eyes: "Mr. Thorne, I really didn't mean to." Liam was even angrier: "Why didn't I see before that you are so good at sowing discord?" He pointed at my nose and said to Sebastian: "She has long been notorious in our circle. People looking for escorts don't even want her. She is just for your money. Who knows how dirty she is." Then, Liam got slapped again. Hahahahahaha, I almost laughed out loud. Although I wanted to climb his bed, it didn't affect my dislike for him. When I chased him, he despised and teased me while treating me like a dog, wanting me to listen to his instructions at all times. I love money, not him. Seeing him get beaten, I felt so good. Didn't he say he wouldn't even want to sleep with someone like me? Still his dad has good taste and good stamina. Sebastian looked terrible: "Apologize." "Why should I apologize? Did I say anything wrong? Don't cry when you get infected by her!" Liam slammed the door and left, leaving me and Sebastian in silence. He sighed and apologized to me: "Sorry, don't mind what he said. I will talk to him properly." I quit while I was ahead: "No need, no need. He is also worried about you." After all, Liam was slapped twice; I was already satisfied. Sometimes people just do it for show; better not push my luck. Logically, a person like Sebastian shouldn't be able to raise a devil like Liam. Maybe it's genetics; after all, he's not Sebastian's biological son. Sebastian asked me: "About going to school, have you considered it?" Of course I agreed. Now he is my sugar daddy. Isn't the first rule of being a canary to obey the sugar daddy's orders unconditionally? Not to mention going to school, as long as the money is enough, I can climb a mountain of knives. "Go, I'll go." He handed me a key, "From now on, you can live here with peace of mind. You don't need to worry about anything else." "What about you?" "I will come to see you when I have time. Your task in the future is to focus on studying." I felt something was wrong. Does he really like the schoolgirl style, or does he really want me to study? 2 Facts proved that Sebastian really wanted me to study. When I appeared at the noble international school and was in the same class as Liam, Liam exploded. "Why are you here?" He questioned directly when I introduced myself. The whole class's attention was attracted by him. Liam's reaction made others curious about me, the new airborne student. I looked at him smilingly: "This is a school. Of course I came here to study." Just based on the fact that I, a gold digger, climbed his dad's bed, he would never accept me. It doesn't matter if he doesn't accept me; I can accept him. If Sebastian marries me in the future, I don't mind having a son older than me. Of course, I knew Sebastian couldn't possibly marry me. A man with a clean background and integrity like him, what kind of famous lady couldn't he get? Just because he was a responsible good man, plus he was soft-hearted towards me whom he once sponsored, he couldn't bear to see me go astray, so he kindly pulled me up. The teacher asked Liam to calm down. Liam couldn't calm down and ran away directly. He was a famous dandy. Teachers couldn't control him, and Sebastian couldn't control him either. Beating and scolding didn't work. Watching Liam leave helplessly, I sat calmly in the seat arranged by the teacher under everyone's curious gaze. Liam hated me. He couldn't stand seeing me, who wanted to be his mom, doing well. So in just one day, he spread my glorious deeds throughout the class and even the school. Of course, he wouldn't expose that the sugar daddy I climbed onto was Sebastian. He just told others that I was a promiscuous, money-grubbing slut who would sleep with anyone as long as they had money. Those malicious rich kids found my phone number and sent me harassing text messages in the middle of the night, asking how much for a night. [Before, the minimum standard was calculated by month, fifty thousand a month. Not anymore; I have a fixed sugar daddy.] Those people thought a little girl would be thin-skinned and could be humiliated, seeing me break down and cry to satisfy their bad taste. But if these words were said a week ago, I would have agreed happily. Who let me hug a very thick golden thigh now? Only gold diggers understand Sebastian's gold content. They didn't give up, whistling at me in school, looking me up and down with frivolous eyes, unscrupulously looking at my chest and butt. They said I had dirty diseases and was qualified to come to school here just because I climbed up a rich man. Everyone looked at me with malice and contempt. They hated me, avoided me, spoke ill of me openly, and laughed at me: "Still a diligent chicken studying hard every day." I didn't think that was a rumor; just the truth. Teachers managed it, but it was useless. Those second-generation rich kids had money and power; teachers didn't dare to manage too much. No one managed them, so they went too far, determined to dig out all my black history and make it their laughing stock after meals. They dug out that I was a repeat offender. Because my motives were too obvious and fanatical, the rich second generation in the circle avoided me like the plague and wouldn't even sleep with me. They also dug out my home address and background. Stony Creek Village, South Hill County. A place almost forgotten by the map, remote and backward. That was my home. I had two older sisters and a younger brother. My father was seventy years old, and my mother was a cripple blind in one eye. My eldest sister got married. My twin sister of the same age was in a coma in the hospital due to a car accident. My younger brother was still in elementary school. I dropped out in my junior year of high school and did many jobs. Waitress, clothing sales, manicurist, street vendor, amusement park odd jobs, escape room NPC, foot washing girl. At most, I worked three jobs at the same time, eating one bun with pickles a day. I lasted for a month, thin as a skeleton, fainted and entered the hospital, infused with two bottles of glucose, ate the boxed lunch bought by a kind nurse, and left without being hospitalized. I had no money for hospitalization; I couldn't get sick. If I fell, what about my sister? After doing a lot of jobs and finding that the money couldn't even support my sister's medical expenses. I chose to take a shortcut. I wanted to be someone's mistress. For poor people like us who have nowhere to go, we have no dignity. My dignity turned into cheap cosmetics on my face, cheap clothes on my body, ridiculous high heels on my feet. Practicing the most charming smile, I treated myself as a product for promotion, trying to package myself as a famous brand and sell at an expensive price. But a knockoff is a knockoff. Rich people have sharp eyes and can expose me at a glance. At first, when they learned that I came from a remote mountain village and was a genuine village girl, they laughed loudly, saying rural people were snobbish. But the more they dug, the more complicated the expressions on their faces became, until finally they could no longer laugh and looked at each other in silence. Especially the initiator of this bullying carnival, Liam. That day after school, he suddenly stopped me. "So, you became a gold digger to get money to treat your sister?" I nodded honestly: "Yeah, otherwise who would be willing to shamelessly spoil themselves?" Liam still questioned: "What about your parents? Don't they have money? If not, you can ask for social donations!" Hearing this young master's naive rhetoric, I couldn't help laughing. "Young master, do you know the saying 'Why don't they eat cake'?" Liam was silent, his face pale. "Sorry... I..." It was rare to hear an apology from this master's mouth. "No need to apologize. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the chance to be famous in the whole school. "I didn't mean to climb your dad's bed. Actually, I wanted to climb your bed at first, who knew I climbed the wrong person." How would I know that the person in the room suddenly changed from Liam to Sebastian that day? Hearing my words, Liam's originally pale face suddenly flushed. Stammering, pointing at my nose for a long time before speaking clearly. "You you you, do you have any shame?" Realizing what he said, Liam regretted it again. "I didn't mean that, I..." I didn't care, "Shame can't be eaten as food, but the money your dad gives can buy food." I ignored his stunned expression and turned away. 3 Sebastian was a busy man. Except for caring about my studies, we had almost no communication at other times. He even rarely came to my place. This wouldn't do. If a little lover lost the attention of the sugar daddy, that was a sign of being abandoned! His asceticism made me think he had someone new outside, making me anxious like an ant on a hot pan. To attract Sebastian's attention, I lied that I had a fever and acted coquettishly to ask him to come and see me. Sebastian really came. Seeing me lying on the bed, he frowned worriedly and reached out to touch my forehead. "Not very hot, shouldn't be a big problem." I grabbed his hand that was about to retract. Seeing his surprised expression, I lifted the quilt with a shy face, revealing a slender and well-proportioned body. For tonight, I went to buy a new set of lingerie. That night Sebastian tore my lingerie to pieces, probably liked it, so I bought the same type again. Blushing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Mr. Thorne, you haven't come to my place for a long time. Did I do something wrong?" Sebastian's eyes were deep. His palm was on my lower back. I bit my lip, before I could use means to seduce him. Sebastian suddenly pushed me away. "If you want to use this method to keep me, you don't have to worry. "I said I would take responsibility for you." His tone was not blame, nor ridicule, but gentle comfort. I sat on the bed staring at him blankly. "And about your sister." He suddenly mentioned it, making my heart skip a beat. Probably no sugar daddy wants to raise two people, right? Money doesn't grow on trees, let alone the other party is a critically ill patient. I got nervous. His voice was peaceful: "You don't have to worry either. I will help you. Studying is your top priority task." His words, contrasted with what I was wearing now, made me feel embarrassed. That kind of embarrassment of the soul was much more shameful than being stripped naked and thrown into the crowd. Body temperature retreated rapidly. I panicked and covered my body with the quilt, feeling that I had done something incredibly stupid. "Sorry, Mr. Thorne." Sebastian smiled and touched my head. "I will make time to accompany you more in the future." That night, Sebastian stayed over. Only he slept in the guest room, leaving my new lingerie useless. Lying in bed, I was not sleepy at all, thoughts messy in my mind. Sebastian knew my situation. From the day he chose to sponsor me, he had investigated my background clearly. We had never met. Thanks to the director who came to our village to shoot a documentary, I had the honor to be the protagonist once. God opened his eyes; that documentary was funded by Sebastian. In the lens, I was thin and small, fourteen years old, wearing ill-fitting clothes and shoes, dirty herding cattle on the mountain. That was the time Sebastian decided to sponsor me. We never met. He hid his personal information very well. If I knew that kind-hearted gentleman was Liam's father, I would rather die than target Liam.
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