When I was rich, I trained the proud but poor school hunk into an obedient puppy. One hundred dollars for calling me "sister," two hundred for calling me "wifey." Amidst these endearments, he got into Harvard, while I ended up in a community college. Years later, Caleb Pierce is a new tycoon in the business world, while my family went bankrupt, and I'm ridden with illness, working as a salesgirl in a club. Still needing a large sum for surgery, I summoned the courage to ask Caleb, "Can we play that game again? This time we switch roles. I call you hubby, and you give me money?" Caleb frowned and fell silent. Embarrassed, I turned to run, but a whisper came from behind. "Why run? I didn't say no." 1 I never expected the guest in the VIP room to be Caleb Pierce. After graduation, he ruthlessly cut ties with me, saying on the phone that he hated me, that every time he called me "wifey" was for money. Now that he graduated and could earn money, he wanted no contact with me ever again. After that, he angrily deleted all my contact information and never attended class reunions, deliberately avoiding me. I thought we would never see each other again in this life. Unexpectedly, we met when I was at my lowest. Caleb's gaze lingered on me; he must have recognized me. Afraid of awkwardness, I didn't initiate a conversation but kept smiling, reciting the trained lines, "Boss, opening a bottle? The $8,888 package comes with a premium fruit platter, and the $18,888 package comes with an extra $888 bottle of wine." After speaking, Caleb's eyes became obscure and deep. The big-bellied man beside him spoke first, "If little sister is willing to drink two glasses with me, I'll open the most expensive package." I tried hard to stay polite and replied to the fat man, "Sorry boss, I have kidney failure and am taking medication, so I can't drink." Saying this, I subconsciously looked at Caleb, wanting to see his reaction. His face was calm, even a bit disdainful. Can't blame him for lacking sympathy. One day in high school, I cried and told Caleb I had a terminal illness, and my biggest wish before dying was to kiss him. Caleb asked over and over what disease it was, what the mortality rate was, if it could be cured. He even took out a crumpled 5-dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to me, saying it was for medical expenses. Finally, with red eyes, Caleb obediently bent down to let me kiss him. I kissed him until he blushed before stopping, then told him the truth. That was the first time I saw Caleb so angry. He didn't speak to me for half a month. From then on, even if I was really sick, he didn't care. The fat man looked unbelieving. "Little sister, I've heard this excuse for dodging drinks. You're still a bit green to trick me." I took out the medical record from my pocket and handed it to him. Went to the hospital just today, the paper was still fresh. The doctor suggested hospitalization, but I haven't gathered enough money yet, dare not stay, afraid of spending everything. The fat man looked at the medical record, then at me, "Hannah Reed? Kidney failure! The record looks quite real." Seeing the fat man's tone soften, I took the opportunity to push the sale, "Boss, opening a bottle? Doing good deeds brings wealth." The fat man reached out to my face, and I stepped back two steps to dodge. His face darkened immediately, "Giving you another chance and you're useless, sister. Want to make money but don't want to make me happy. Where in the world is there such a good deal?" I tried hard to keep smiling, looking around at everyone, "What about other bosses, opening a bottle?" No one answered. Just as I was about to leave, Caleb's voice came to my ear. "Open two sets of the $18,888 ones." "Boss Caleb is generous," praises rang incessantly. I started calculating asking him for help. Although shameful, if he's willing to throw me some scraps, dignity isn't important. I opened the wine, poured a glass for Caleb, summoned up courage, and said to him, "Boss Caleb, can we play a game? I call you hubby, you give me money." Caleb fell silent, didn't speak. Then came the ridicule and mockery of the men. "Miss, I think you're crazy for money. Knowing Boss Caleb is kind, you're clinging to him, right? Unfortunately, Boss Caleb has a girlfriend, and his future brother-in-law is also here. If you shout nonsense again and anger Young Master Lucas, you won't be able to survive here." Mockery came, and my brain started buzzing. Caleb actually has a girlfriend. Then I shouldn't pester him anymore. I bowed and said, "Drink well, boss." Fleeing in panic, a whisper came from behind. "Why run? I didn't say no." 2 Caleb looked serious, not like he was joking. I was reluctant to give up the money, but I couldn't call a married man "hubby." After weighing it over, I suggested. "Calling you hubby isn't appropriate. How about I call you something else, like... Uncle, Sir, or Auntie, even Ancestor is fine?" Caleb looked at me like I was mentally challenged. Suddenly his gaze became sharp, "Seems you don't want to live that much, or this medical record is forged. Anyway, you're best at lying." The questioning left me unable to refute. My mouth felt sewn shut, couldn't say anything. Caleb gradually became impatient. "If you don't want money, leave!" My kidney ached faintly, reminding me the countdown of life was still ticking. I closed my eyes and shouted, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Hubby." After one shout, I shouted faster and faster. "Hubby." "Hubby." ... Since I already shouted, earning enough for medical expenses would be worth it, but I was interrupted. "Enough!" The extremely fierce voice didn't belong to Caleb, but came from the corner of the sofa, a handsome face exuding the aura of a rich second generation, looking unhappy. He got up and walked to Caleb, looking down scrutinizingly, "Caleb Pierce, you probably forgot how you got to this position today. Slapping my face in public, slapping my sister's face, you're really tired of living." Caleb calmly picked up the wine I poured and took a sip, thin lips slightly parting, "Lucas, go back and tell your sister, I won't marry her. From beginning to end, it was just her wishful thinking!" Wishful thinking, these words were extremely piercing. Hard not to substitute myself in. For so many years, my feelings for Caleb were also wishful thinking. "Why! Because of this Hannah Reed! You like her, don't you?" Lucas pointed the spearhead at me. If looks could kill, I would have been sliced to pieces by him. Fearlessly meeting those bright eyes, I spoke, "What's the difference between your words and spreading rumors about a widow? Caleb asked me to call him 'hubby' purely because of past grudges. Now he wants to humiliate me in public for revenge, don't overthink it." Lucas's gaze changed from disgust to doubt. "Really?" "Ask Caleb if you don't believe me." Caleb didn't speak, defaulting. My heart twitched violently. Took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, took out the payment QR code, "Boss Caleb, please settle the bill." I didn't shout as many as 25 times, but Caleb transferred five thousand to me. He probably pitied me. I gripped my phone tightly, lowered my head and left the Shura field (scene of intense conflict), going to the front desk to find the club manager for commission. When the manager settled the money, he kept praising me for being capable. But after the phone message tone rang, he heartlessly notified me not to come tomorrow. I knew it in my heart, but still unwilling to give up, asked the manager, "Is it Lucas or Caleb?" "Of course it's Boss Caleb. Boss Caleb doesn't want to see you here, you should understand." Of course I understand. Deleting contacts right after graduation, deliberately avoiding me for almost ten years, how much Caleb doesn't want to see me, I understand. I wasn't sad, because selling alcohol was the highest paid among my four jobs. Now my saving plan is disrupted, I must quickly find a job to make up for it. 3 Leaving the club, I walked as usual to the bus stop two kilometers away to take the direct bus. Snowflakes hit me, bone marrow freezing hurt. The icy road made me slip several times. Suddenly the road under my feet brightened. But in a moment, the car behind passed me, the road fell into darkness again. The car stopped not far away. Passing by, I looked curiously at the car, meeting Caleb's eyes. I was puzzled, "What are you doing here?" "Lucas sent the driver away. I drank and can't drive. The designated driver will take an hour. You drive me home, I'll give you five hundred." Ruining my job, karma is swift, serves Caleb right. "No, I have things to do at home." I continued walking forward. Any later and the last bus would be gone. But Caleb called out to me. "Two thousand, take me back." Caleb looked really urgent. I raised the price on the spot, "Three thousand?" Caleb nodded. I continued to add, "Four thousand isn't impossible either, right, Boss Caleb?" Caleb paused for a moment, a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but finally relented, "Okay." I opened my mouth, wanting to shout five thousand. But was interrupted by Caleb first, "If you dare shout five thousand, I'll wait here for the designated driver." "Deal." Five hundred became four thousand, I earned big. Following the address Caleb gave, I drove towards the high-end community. At a red light, my WeChat call rang. It was the boss ordering gaming services. Already lost the most profitable job, I can't lose this one. Taking advantage of the red light, I answered the call. The boss's voice came immediately, "Sister, when are you coming online?" I pinched my voice and whispered back, "Soon, about half an hour. Delayed by something today, wait a moment for me, brother." "So noisy, shut up!" Caleb's voice came from behind. In the rearview mirror, his hostility was fully revealed. My voice was already very low, trying not to disturb him, but he was still dissatisfied. Then he was deliberately picking a fight. Questioning voice came from the phone. "Sister, is there a man beside you?" Afraid of losing the financial backer, I immediately appeased: "Mm, in the car, the carpool guy is a bit grumpy. Not talking to you anymore, hanging up." Hung up the phone, green light on, I stepped on the gas. Caleb's eccentric voice came from behind: "Carpool guy? Hehe! Hannah Reed, you are as good at lying as ever." Another business almost ruined by Caleb, plus the eccentric words were not pleasant, the anger in my heart was somewhat suppressed. "Caleb Pierce, who I deceive has nothing to do with you. Called you hubby, really treat yourself as hubby!" Caleb's heavy breathing came from the back seat, like a crazy puppy. Really wanted to send him to dog training. Until the community parking lot, he and I didn't speak again. Parked the car, I handed the QR code to Caleb. "Pay." Caleb transferred 2000 to me. Looking at the incorrect number, I frowned, "Caleb Pierce, the price we agreed on was four thousand." Caleb had a kind of shamelessness disregarding others' lives, "I know, you help me upstairs, then pay you the balance." "Skinflint, evil capitalist!" Cursing while sending Caleb to his door, the order boss's messages were already 99+. I pinched my throat to reply, appeasing him, "Boss don't worry, I'll give you two extra games later." Only then did he ease up a bit, sending an OK emoji. Overhead gaze burning. The moment of eye contact, I saw killing intent in Caleb's eyes, exactly the same as when disturbed in the car. I don't like being looked at like this. So opened mouth to Caleb, "Give money, I'll leave right away, disappear from your eyes forever." The ruthlessness in Caleb's eyes dispersed instantly. He leaned against the wall, pointed at the door, "I drank too much to see the numbers, you enter the password for me, 169121." Caleb said the password smoothly. I couldn't help asking, "Just told me like this, aren't you afraid I'll enter your house to steal things." He suddenly reached out both hands to cup my face. The touch of his palms was a bit strange. While I reached out to remove his hands, he shook my head, asking, "Hear the water sound?" "Your brain has water (you're crazy)!" Seeing a raised scar on Caleb's palm cutting across, shocking like being slashed by a knife, I frowned. "What is this?" Caleb withdrew his hands, bending down to eye level with me, "Nothing, accidentally cut while chopping vegetables." "Chopping vegetables can do this, you really think my brain has water?" Caleb's mouth curled up, "If no water, then tell me, what is the password?" I opened my mouth, forgot. Something without any pattern plus interrupted by Caleb's gag, only a ghost could remember. Caleb's smiling eyes were a bit blurry, already out of focus, looked like he really drank a lot. He repeated the password again. Door opened, he dragged me into the room. Then started taking off clothes without warning. "What do you want to do?" 04 "The heating is too hot, aren't you hot?" Hearing this answer, I breathed a sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably blocked in my heart. I'm going back to the cold world. No matter how warm Caleb's house is, it has nothing to do with me. "Pay quickly, I have things to do, don't do these useless things." Caleb ignored my words, speaking on his own. "Headache is severe, you take care of me for a night, I'll pay you the balance tomorrow morning, round it up to ten thousand total, how about it?" Saying this, Caleb rubbed his temples, proving he really had a headache. "Serious care?" I asked seriously, after all, 10,000 is a bit much. Caleb chuckled, suddenly approached. At this moment, two buttons of his shirt were open. With his moving steps, I could see looming abs. "Do you want unserious care? Hannah Reed, do you still have wicked designs on me?" To be honest, liking Caleb for so many years, hard to have no wicked designs at all. But he doesn't like me. I'm afraid he'll scold me for wishful thinking, better not rush to humiliate myself. "No, just afraid you have wicked designs, that would be another price." Original joke provoked Caleb to stick closer. Breath smelling of alcohol sprayed on my face, tone teasing. "Hannah Reed, how much do you think you are worth?" "About a million." I think I'm worth hundreds of millions, but Caleb doesn't have hundreds of millions. Might as well say something he can pay from savings. "Is Boss Caleb willing to pay for his own wicked designs?" Before Caleb answered, the phone rang suddenly. I took out my phone, just saw it was the call from the financial backer, phone was snatched by Caleb. "Okay." Caleb said very decisively, eyes sobered up a lot, but he confused me. "What okay?" "A million, okay."
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