I disguised myself as a man and successfully seduced a wealthy heiress from New York's elite circle. She spread rumors about how "big" I was down there, trying to make her childhood sweetheart jealous. But the sweetheart remained indifferent, so angry that the heiress blurted out that she was pregnant, and the baby was mine. Only then did the sweetheart panic. And I panicked too. 1 "Victory." I lowered my voice naturally as the wisps of smoke from my fingertips curled before the screen displaying the victory message. "Thank you, Jim. You're really different from other game companions." The female voice coming through the headphones was gentle and shy: "You never try to please me deliberately, but instead often mock my terrible gameplay..." "Just stating facts." I glanced at the billing time, ash falling onto my faded boxer shorts: "Another round?" "Jim, actually, I like you—" She paused in a misleading spot: "Your straightforward and generous personality." She paused again, "By the way, speaking of generous..." These little flirting tricks were like teaching a fish how to swim in front of me. I simply put the cigarette in my mouth, tucked the phone in my pocket, and got up to boil water for instant noodles. Seeing I didn't speak, the other side obviously panicked: "Are, are you angry? Those are actually just some internet memes, I was just learning to play with them." I put out the cigarette butt, cherishing words like gold, "No." Who told internet male gods to be like this? Handsome profile pic, good skills, and most importantly, few words. High and cold enough to freeze people to death. The more airs you put on, the better the business. But unlike other male game companions, my profile pic wasn't stolen from the internet. It was my selfie. My gaze jumped over the cramped rental room to the broken mirror pasted on the door. Short black hair, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, ink-black pupil color, straight nose bridge. As a girl from a small town, I was born with a good face. "Jim, I've been thinking about something for a long time..." The female voice on the other end took a deep breath, as if making up her mind: "Let's meet, offline." I raised my eyebrows slightly, about to refuse, when I heard her continue: "Meet once, I'll give you $150,000." "Pretend to be my boyfriend, and I'll give you another $1.5 million." 2 A New York night in late March, a paper-drunk gold-迷 night in late March. I stood outside a luxury store on Fifth Avenue, looking at the "young man" reflected in the glass— Black hoodie on top, jeans and sneakers below. This shabby outfit didn't look like an "internet male god" at all. Fortunately, the face was my core equipment. The high-quality modeling made it so that even if I wore split-crotch pants, no one would notice my crotch was open. Plus good genes, as a girl my net height was already 5'9" (175cm), adding 2 inches of internal lifts and 1 inch of external lifts. Making up a pleasing 6 feet (183cm) was more than enough. Even so, while I looked steady as a male model on the surface, my heart was pounding. It was easy to fake a male voice online, but in reality... could I really fool them? The other party was a wealthy heiress, knowledgeable and experienced. What if she saw through me at a glance and sued me for fraud? That $150,000, and the promised $1.5 million... Whatever, let's gamble first. At this moment, I was awkwardly adjusting the eggplant tied to my waist for the third time. "Jim Gu?" A female voice, softer and sweeter than in the headphones, suddenly sounded from behind me. My body stiffened, and my right hand moved away from the eggplant in my crotch as if nothing happened. Then I looked back with feigned coldness. But I saw a woman behind me with long ink-black hair loosely tied up, a few strands of stray hair casually falling by her slender neck. And my gaze quickly swept over her Chanel dress, Hermes belt, Van Cleef & Arpels clover bracelet, and Roger Vivier square buckle heels. My brain went blank, only the "cha-ching" sound of a cash register constantly starting up. Chloe Lu was also stunned, her gaze lingering on me: "You in person... seem a bit different from the photo." My heart almost stopped. Then a blush appeared on her fair cheeks: "Even more handsome than the photo." ...Miss Heiress, please stop reciting cheesy internet flirting lines, okay? I pursed my lips and lowered my eyes: "Thanks." "Cough, I booked a table at Speak Low, my friends are waiting there." Chloe reached out to me, the pearlescent polish on her manicured nails shining under the neon lights, "Go together?" I noticed the stiffness of her movement, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't hold her hand: "Okay." Facing my detachment, Chloe relaxed a bit instead, chuckling lightly: "You're just as aloof as online." I didn't speak, just slowed down my pace all the way, silently matching the rhythm of her high heels. So this counts as... passing the test? But this was only the first level. Not long after arriving at the bar, just the way of entering was a trick I had never seen before. Walking inside, the lights were slightly dim, jazz music flowed softly, and the sound of ice cubes colliding was pleasant. "Chloe!" Several fashionably dressed young people sat in the central booth. Seeing Chloe enter, they waved immediately. "Damn, is this the internet boyfriend you talked about?" One of the girls with short hair looked me up and down, her eyes lighting up again and again. "This is too good-looking! Pretty enough to be a girl! Chloe, you good girl hid a 'golden house beauty' quite deep!" —Pretty enough to be a girl. That unintentional remark tightened my heart, unconsciously pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to keep my expression calm. Facing her friend's winking, Chloe became more embarrassed, "Linsey, stop it." She then turned around and introduced me softly, "Jim, this is Linsey Lin, my good friend, that's Ryan, Linsey's brother, that is..." I silently memorized the names, occasionally nodding in greeting. At the same time, I noticed "Ryan" with trendy red hair, who had been staring at me since I entered—with a suspicious gaze. "Heard you're still in school." He asked, "Which university?" "Rivertown University." I made up a school name from my hometown. "Never heard of it." Ryan said immediately, "Third-tier or community college?" I didn't answer, nor did I appear angry. Instead, Chloe beside me bit her lip slightly. Linsey slapped her brother, "Alright, Bro! Not everyone has to go to Columbia like you." Fortunately, the waiter brought a round of drinks, slightly diluting the awkwardness in the atmosphere. Chloe considerately handed me a glass, while she ordered a glass of warm milk herself: "Jim, this is their signature, you can try it." I took the glass and took a sip. Spicier than beer, not as sweet as iced tea. I really can't get used to high-end stuff. "So, how did you two meet?" Linsey leaned forward with a bad smile, looking gossipy. "Cough... I ordered Jim's game companion service." Chloe smiled, her fingers resting on my wrist, "Found his skills particularly good, and he's a nice person, so we gradually got familiar." The slightly cool temperature of her fingertips transmitted through my skin; obviously, she was also nervous about lying. "Game companion?" Ryan sneered, his fingertips pressing against the rim of the glass, making a slight scraping sound, "Chloe, when did you start playing with this kind of stuff?" "Is there a problem?" Chloe's tone remained gentle, but I heard a trace of uncomfortable tension. Ryan looked away and shrugged: "Nothing, I just feel you've changed, ever since last time Julian Shen..." Chloe's expression froze instantly, like being frozen: "I don't want to talk about this." "...Sorry." Ryan raised both hands, then glanced at me, "I'm just worried you'll be cheated by a scumbag." Ice cubes melted slowly in the amber liquid. My gaze moved from the ice in the glass to Ryan's face. At an angle Chloe couldn't see, I smiled provocatively at him. Ryan was stunned, then almost flipped the table, "What are you laughing at!?" Linsey got impatient, "Bro, why are you always startled tonight? If you hadn't sworn you weren't interested in Chloe, I would have thought you were jealous." "You didn't see!" Ryan stood up, pointing his right hand at me, "He's a green tea boy!" Chloe looked at me subconsciously. And I had already returned to calm, tilting my head slightly, eyes full of innocent confusion, "What?" "Fuck! He's acting!" Ryan gritted his teeth in anger, "Chloe, you can't be with this kind of person..." "Enough!" Chloe raised her voice for the first time: "This is my choice, Ryan, I hope you can respect it." Ryan opened his mouth but was speechless. Finally, he sat back without a word, grabbed his glass, and downed a large gulp. "Oh my, Bro, drink less, your alcohol tolerance isn't good..." Linsey tutted beside him. At this moment, I felt the eggplant at my waist loosen a bit, and busily adjusted my sitting posture while sipping wine, trying to prevent a disaster. But the eggplant slid down uncontrollably, the cloth strip completely loose. Damn it, knew I shouldn't have been greedy for small bargains and bought a professional fake one instead. Seeming to notice my small action of frowning, Linsey asked with concern, "Are you okay? Uncomfortable? Newbies might not be used to the alcohol here." "I'm fine." I answered briefly, then turned to Chloe, "Where is the restroom?" "I'll take you." Chloe wanted to get up. "No need, just point the direction." I stopped her immediately to prevent her from seeing more awkward arcs in awkward places. "Over there! Turn right out the door, at the end." Linsey pointed the direction actively. I nodded in thanks, stood up as naturally as possible, one hand pressing inconspicuously on my waist, and headed straight for the restroom. Quick, quick, quick. And another problem came, should I go to the women's or men's room? I hesitated for half a second, looking at my appearance in men's clothing in the mirror, and finally pushed open the door to the men's room. No one. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cloth strip tying the eggplant completely loose, hurriedly pulled my belt with both hands, rushing towards the stall. However, just as I pushed open the stall door, the main door of the men's room was pushed open again, making a dull sound. Ryan strode in, wrapped in a slight smell of alcohol, "Hey." My back paused, but only for a moment, stepping straight into the stall to lock the door. Ryan grabbed my arm from behind: "Hey! I'm talking to you, what are you pretending to be deaf for!?" "What is it?" I stiffened, the other hand clutching my waistband. Ryan sneered, "Chloe's family is very rich, richer than your impoverished poor imagination can imagine, do you understand?" "...Understood, can you let go of me now?" My voice was tense. Dying, dying, the completely freed eggplant started sliding down my thigh, if it falls out of the pant leg, it's over. "You don't understand, Chloe has never been in a relationship, very innocent, she recently experienced some... things, that's why she's acting out." Ryan's tone suddenly softened a bit, "So if you approached her just for money, you'd better stop now." "This is between me and her." I said irritably, trying hard to break free from his shackles, "Now I need to use the restroom, can you not block the door like a pervert?" Hearing this, Ryan was like a fire sprayed with alcohol, grabbing my wrist again, nails digging into my flesh. "Fuck! You're just a somewhat good-looking hillbilly, what are you arrogant about!" Ryan exerted force suddenly, pulling me to face him, distance momentarily close enough to feel each other's breath, "You..." In this instant, the eggplant on my thigh finally couldn't bear the burden, sliding towards the pant leg with the sound of fabric friction. Ryan's gaze moved down, seeing that abnormal protrusion, his expression went blank, "Your..." Anxious, I simply pulled the eggplant out of my pant leg and smashed it on his head: "Die gay, get lost!" 3 When I washed my hands and returned to the booth, Chloe was turning sideways chatting with Linsey. But she was obviously absent-minded, her amber eyes drifting towards the bar entrance from time to time, as if waiting for someone. —Waiting for that Julian Shen, I guess. Seeing me return, Chloe was stunned for a moment, seeming to almost forget me, her "boyfriend." She hurriedly withdrew her gaze, squeezing out a slightly stiff smile: "Jim, you're back, are you okay?" I shook my head. Linsey also looked behind me, "Where's my brother? He didn't make things difficult for you, did he? Just now after you went to the restroom he insisted on going, and I couldn't really tie him to the seat not letting him go..." I still shook my head. Linsey sighed again, "Sigh, my brother isn't bad at heart, always treating Chloe as a biological sister, just too protective." "Jim, did Ryan say anything to you?" Chloe asked, eyes flickering. "Not much." I sat back beside her, "Just some conversation between guys." Before Chloe's face looked more worried, I continued lightly: "But he drank too much, when I came out he was still puking in the toilet, hope he's okay." —Hope he's okay after being knocked out by my eggplant and having a baby-like sleep. Hearing me say this, Chloe and Linsey looked at each other, both appearing surprised. Linsey rubbed her forehead, obviously feeling embarrassed for her brother, "What did I say earlier, trying to be brave with that terrible alcohol tolerance, hey, I'll go check on him in the restroom, don't want him to drown in the toilet, then I'll be an only child." After saying that, she grabbed another male friend as a helper, not forgetting to wink at Chloe: "The night is still long, you young couple chat slowly~" Caused to blush by her hint, Chloe didn't know what to say, so she handed me another drink. Blue, very beautiful. Chloe then picked up her glass of milk, gently touching mine: "Jim, thank you for coming to see me." I sipped that beautiful blue, ice-cold and sweet, much better than the previous one. "No need to thank." I couldn't help taking another sip before continuing, "I'm also just doing it for money." Seeming not expecting me to be so direct, the blush on Chloe's face faded a little, corner of her mouth stagnating. But immediately after, her gaze suddenly crossed my shoulder, fixed in the distance. Chloe's expression changed instantly, tense like a freshly dried sculpture. I looked back, seeing a man and a woman walking in from the main entrance, like a cold wind blowing into the warm bar. The boy wore a simple but textured white shirt, looking outstandingly clean, his temperament even having a kind of aloofness incompatible with this luxurious environment, brows furrowed tightly, looking like he was forced to come. And the girl beside him with long wavy hair dyed milk tea color, wearing an off-shoulder pink dress, looked charming and cute. At this moment looking around curiously, eyes unable to hide amazement. "Eh, isn't that Julian Shen whom the Lu family sponsored since childhood? The girl beside him is..." Someone whispered, gossiping eyes glancing at Chloe. And Chloe just lowered her head to adjust her already very neat skirt. Sitting for a few more seconds, she stood up, movements still appearing somewhat hasty, "Julian, over here." Julian Shen's gaze fell over, sweeping over everyone in the booth, thin lips pursed tight, walking over slowly. Looking exactly like reluctantly forced into prostitution. Seeing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly, sizing him up from a distance. Not as handsome as me, not as tall as me after lifts, just temperament more... aloof than me. When the two approached, I noticed that Julian Shen was also carrying a small bag. "...Happy birthday." He handed out the gift. Chloe's eyes brightened instantly, taking the small bag with both hands: "Thank you! Julian, I like it very much!" Then, as if realizing her overreaction, Chloe's cheeks blushed slightly, coughing lightly. She turned to me as if making up for it, "Jim, this is Julian Shen, Julian, this is Jim Gu, my... boyfriend." The word "boyfriend" floated lightly from her mouth, but carried a subtle weight. Julian briefly looked at me for a few seconds, then looked away. Showing no emotion change— Until a small fist hit his arm next to him. "Senior Shen, you are too much!" Now not only Julian was stunned, Chloe's smile also froze. "How could you forget to tell me today is Miss Lu's birthday, causing me to prepare nothing, coming with you empty-handed! How rude this is!" The girl hit Julian a few more times, then bowed to Chloe repeatedly, "Sorry sorry! Hello Miss Lu, my name is Yola You, I really didn't know today is your birthday, I will definitely make up the gift next time..." That timid appearance, as if she would cry from being scolded by Chloe in the next second. "No need to apologize, not something important anyway." Julian frowned unhappily, stopping Yola, "She won't mind." He didn't care about the place Yola hit either, tone carrying some helplessness and doting, as if comforting an ignorant child. And I noticed Chloe's fingers pinching the gift bag tightened, knuckles slightly pale. That sentence "She won't mind these", was both an excuse for Yola and a definition for Chloe. —He made the decision for Chloe, yet didn't even look at her. Now I probably understand why Chloe hired me to pretend to be her boyfriend. I stood up: "You're right." Then my right hand gently rested on Chloe's shoulder. "Our Chloe indeed won't mind those unimportant people." Chloe's shoulder trembled slightly, those beautiful amber eyes looking up at me in surprise. I pursed a shallow smile at her, taking the opportunity to put my arm around her and sit back down. Taking money to do work, value for money. In our line of work, nothing else matters, protecting the master comes first. True in games, even more so in reality. Julian finally cast his gaze on me, brows furrowed tighter, while Yola widened her eyes, a flash of amazement in her eyes looking at me. This was also the first time Chloe saw me smile, she was stunned for a moment, then remembered to say, "Julian, and this... Miss You, you sit too, just friends gathering casually tonight, no need to be restrained." Julian pursed his lips straight, didn't respond to Chloe, just pulled out chairs for Yola and himself. But his straight back and tense jawline exposed his discomfort. The waiter came over to ask for orders timely, Yola swept over the expensive prices on the drink menu, timidly said: "Um, I don't quite understand these..." "She wants a glass of orange juice." Julian said simply, expression neither humble nor arrogant, "I just want lemon water." This plain choice actually gave me some sense of intimacy. I couldn't help looking at Julian more, while he completely ignored me. "Julian, you can order something else, I'm paying tonight..." Chloe couldn't help speaking. Her voice was very soft, carrying a trace of habitual fawning and humbleness. "Thanks, no need, I didn't want to come here originally, so no need to spend." Julian interrupted indifferently, this detachment, even wrapped in politeness, was still sharp. Chloe's shoulders trembled slightly, seeming finally unable to bear it, she covered her mouth and stood up abruptly, "Sorry... I'm going to the restroom." "I'll go with you!" Yola immediately followed enthusiastically. For a moment, this corner of the booth only had me and Julian left. Others seemed to smell the gunpowder of the Shura field (intense conflict), pretending to chat devotedly to avoid being involved. And since the heiress wasn't there, I didn't need to put on airs anymore, leaning back relaxed, tasting the small wine, just short of a cigarette. Julian's peripheral vision therefore stayed on me for a moment, with some scrutinizing meaning. I simply turned my face, letting him see clearly, "Good looking?" Caught off guard meeting my full face and gaze, Julian stiffened, like a rabbit blinded by high beams in the dark night. "..." "You don't speak, I'll take it as your default." Defaulting he didn't recognize I was actually a girl. "...How long have you been dating?" Julian asked suddenly. Cup rim against lips, I lifted my eyelids, answering quickly: "What does it have to do with you?" Julian's brows were cold as frost, finally a ripple in his eyes: "Your etiquette and upbringing are really as cheap as your clothes." I slowly drank the wine in one go, alcohol leaving a burning touch in my throat. "Male students sponsored by rich people are indeed different." I finally laughed casually, "Even cursing is gentle." Julian's gaze finally turned completely to me, like a blade across glass: "The male game companion Chloe ordered frequently a while ago, is you right." "Guess." My tone calm with provocation, "Any opinion?" "I don't." Julian stared at me, "But the Lu family will. The Lu family is not an ordinary family, how far do you think you, a companion pleasing women by playing games, can go?" The light cast a shadow on his slightly tightened jawline, outlining a sharp boundary. I hooked a mockery: "This question should be asked to yourself." A trace of annoyance flashed in Julian's eyes: "Don't change the subject, do you think Chloe really likes you?" His voice was cold, "She is just using you to make me jealous." "Oh, so you know very well." I raised my eyebrows, "Since you know, why did you bring that junior sister? Want to prove you don't care that much?" Julian's expression froze slightly, then returned to calm: "Yola and I are just in the same lab, today she asked me to bring her to see..." "Yeah yeah yeah." I was too lazy to listen. Thinking I didn't believe, Julian's displeasure increased: "Listen, I don't care who you are, nor what deal is between you and Chloe, but I advise you to stop early." "Or else?" "Or else you will regret it." Julian said coldly, "The Lu family is not something people like you can climb." I chuckled lightly: "What about you? Aren't you climbing too?" Julian's expression instantly became cold as ice: "What do you mean?" "Literal meaning." I looked straight into his eyes, "I guess, you also have feelings for Chloe, but refuse to admit due to self-esteem, now seeing her with someone else, starting to get restless again." Julian's face turned iron blue, ten fingers clenched: "What do you know?" "Know more than you imagine." I looked towards the restroom. "For example, Chloe has been sad enough for you." Julian was stunned. After a moment, just as he was about to speak again, footsteps came from the direction of the restroom. But saw Linsey holding pale-faced Chloe returning, Yola following behind, looking frightened. And behind the few people, the male friend grabbed by Linsey was carrying a red-haired guy with unsteady steps. So I looked up, exactly meeting Ryan's eyes dyed with drunkenness but unusually clear. My expression froze slightly. What the hell, that guy I knocked out with an eggplant, why woke up at this time?
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