Back when I was naive and in love, my boyfriend took me home to meet his family. His uncle, cold and arrogant, didn't mince words. "Dating is fine, but marriage is out of the question. Don't bring home girls you're just playing around with in the future." As the words fell, a vision flashed before my eyes. Sebastian's slender fingers interlaced with mine, possessing them completely. His other hand pressed firmly against my waist as he kissed me with abandon. I jolted awake. Wait. Me and... my boyfriend's uncle?! No way! 1 "I've met her. Dating is fine, but marriage is off the table." "We both know why she's with you." Through the crack in the private room door, I saw Sebastian standing there, impeccable in his suit, his expression icy. My boyfriend, Ben, was still trying to defend me. "Annie isn't that kind of superficial girl." "Isn't she? A little freelance model. Her looks are her biggest asset. Do you honestly not know why she's with you?" Ben fell silent for two seconds. "I know. We're just having fun." "Good. Don't bring girls like that to me in the future. It's a waste of my time." I didn't stay to hear the rest. I shoved my hands in my pockets and took a lap around the hallway. When I walked back in, Sebastian was gone. Ben was slouched in his chair, scrolling through his phone. Seeing me enter, he explained, "My uncle had another meeting, so he left early." I nodded, acknowledging the info. He stood up and took my hand. "My uncle had great things to say about you." "Before he left, he even mentioned how pretty you are." "I told you, my taste in women is impeccable." I forced a smile. "Is that so? I'm glad he liked me." Ben didn't notice anything off. Leaving the restaurant, he asked, "Where to next? My place?" His tone dripped with suggestion. I declined. "I have a shoot tonight." "Should I pick you up?" "Don't bother, it'll go late." Disappointment flashed across Ben's face, quickly replaced by teasing. "My girlfriend is so hard to book these days." "Fine, I guess this husband will be sleeping alone tonight." I patted his head absentmindedly, not taking his words seriously. 2 I've had the ability to see the future since I was a kid. Flashes of what's to come. The visions are short, usually just a second or two. When I first met Ben, he was dating another model on my set. When he came to visit her, I had a vision of him confessing his love to me. Ben wasn't my type. Rich, flashy, obviously a player. I didn't think much of it at the time. Not long after, I heard he broke up with that model. Then, he started pursuing me aggressively. The young master himself, checking in daily, running errands, hovering around me. Thanks to him, I got quite a few gigs during that time. I'm a practical person who needs money. Ben was handsome and brought benefits. I had no reason to say no. About six months later, Ben officially asked me out. The scene played out exactly as I had foreseen. Dating him was surprisingly pleasant. Ben dropped his playboy act, becoming considerate, gentle, and clingy. He even introduced me to the family member he respected most. Everyone joked that the great Ben had finally been tamed by me. But I stayed sober. How could a prodigal son stop for one woman? He just hadn't found his next target yet. 3 Tonight's shoot was for a famous lingerie brand. Funny enough, I got this gig because of Ben. The brand's designer, Wendy, was childhood friends with Ben's uncle. I'd worked with her a few times thanks to Ben's introduction. For the new collection launch, she contacted me directly, bypassing Ben. "This shoot is bolder than usual. I'm guessing Ben wouldn't approve. But the style suits you, and the pay is good. Want to try it?" I looked at the rate and agreed immediately. As a model, you can't be picky about clothes. I've shot way more revealing lingerie than this. It's just sleepwear. What I didn't expect was running into Sebastian here. He was still wearing the same suit from earlier today. Standing next to Wendy, looking cold and detached. I, on the other hand, had already changed into a black silk nightgown. Lace trim, the hem barely covering my hips, my back completely exposed. Earlier today, thinking about meeting the "elder," I had deliberately chosen a conservative grey suit to make a good impression. Who knew that just a few hours later, my "true colors" would be revealed. I felt awkward for a moment, but remembering what Sebastian said to Ben, I let it go. He already figured I wasn't a "proper" girl anyway. I ignored him and was about to head to the set when Wendy called me over. Wendy introduced us enthusiastically, "This is Sebastian, Ben's uncle." Then she looked at Sebastian, grinning widely. "Guess who this is?" Before Sebastian could speak, she answered herself, "Ben's new girlfriend. Pretty, right?" Sebastian's gaze finally landed on me, scanning me from top to bottom before spitting out two words: "Mediocre taste." Suddenly, another vision flashed before me. Sebastian pressing me against the changing room mirror, his rough hands roaming my back. Then, a deep red nightgown tearing apart in his hands. The vision ended abruptly, but my face burned red for those two seconds. Why are all my visions involving Sebastian so intense?! Wendy misinterpreted my reaction and nudged Sebastian playfully. "Your mouth is still so toxic. Look, you made her mad." "Ben is young; it's normal to date based on looks." "Your standards are just too high, that's why you're still single." I wanted to roll my eyes but maintained basic politeness. "Wendy, is there anything else? The shoot is about to start." Wendy seemed to snap back to reality and waved me off. During the shoot, I constantly felt a gaze on me. It felt like Sebastian, but when I looked over, he still wore that indifferent expression. I figured looking at him would just ruin my mood, so I stopped paying attention. The last outfit was the boldest of the collection. A deep V-neck, the fabric held together by thin strings. The skirt was sheer, leaving little to the imagination. When I walked out wearing it, the room went silent for a few seconds. I may be young, but I started in this industry early. I know exactly what my assets are. The reaction was expected. I curved my lips into a smile, ready to shoot. Suddenly, a black suit jacket fell from the sky. Before I could react, I was dragged back into the dressing room. The door slammed shut. "How could Ben agree to let you shoot this kind of stuff?" I froze, realizing the person blocking my way was Sebastian. "This doesn't seem to concern you, does it?" Sebastian's lips tightened. "Are you really not afraid I'll tell Ben?" "It's your mouth. Do whatever you want." Sebastian stared at me, thinking for two seconds. "You need money that badly?" "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't need money?" "What Ben gives you isn't enough?" "Have you ever met a gold digger who complained about having too much money?" Hearing this, Sebastian suddenly laughed. He lit a cigarette, looking down, not explaining his previous words. Instead, he said, "Skip this outfit. You'll be paid according to the contract. I'll talk to Wendy." I was about to object when he continued, "You must have heard Ben talk about me. Even if you aren't afraid of breaking up, you should consider your career, don't you think?" Ben did talk about his almighty uncle often. The youngest son of the patriarch, only seven years older than Ben. But at a young age, he was already running the company, with investments spanning the entire entertainment industry. I stayed silent this time, and Sebastian seemed satisfied. When I changed back into my street clothes and walked out, they were already wrapping up. Wendy walked up to me, holding a gift bag. Apologetically, she said, "I knew Ben was petty and possessive. He wouldn't let you shoot stuff like this." "My fault for bringing Sebastian. That guy has a loose tongue, probably told Ben immediately. Just skip the last outfit." I glanced at Sebastian in surprise. His face was blank. I guess he used Ben as a shield. Fine by me. Even an idiot could see Wendy had a thing for Sebastian. I didn't want to offend anyone, so I played along. "It's okay, Wendy. As long as I didn't delay your work." "Just one outfit, no big deal. Here, take this unreleased sample as a gift." I looked down. It was a deep red nightgown. The style... exactly the same as the one I saw Sebastian tearing apart in my vision. My left eye twitched violently. I looked up to meet Sebastian's thoughtful gaze. My heart skipped a beat. I'm throwing this dress away as soon as I get home! 4 That night, right after I showered, my phone buzzed twice. It was a text from Ben. Ben: "Babe, are you home?" Just as I was about to reply, I noticed a red dot on my friend requests. I tapped it. The username was just one character: "S." My thumb hovered over the accept button, but I chose to ignore it. For the next few days, Ben and I didn't see each other. I guessed Sebastian's dismissive attitude at the "meet the parents" dinner influenced him. He was deliberately distancing himself. But I didn't care. I kept taking modeling jobs to make money. School started in September, and I got busy with my thesis. One day, on my way to my advisor's office, I got a message. It was a photo of Ben sleeping in bed. Retracted a few seconds later. Cindy: "Oops, sorry Annie, slipped my hand." Who slips and sends a photo of my sleeping boyfriend? I scoffed, finally remembering who Cindy was. A small-time model I'd worked with before. I remembered her because she was overly friendly with Ben back then. Calling him "brother" this and that, hinting how lucky I was to snag a rich guy. Ben had even complained to me that she wore her ambition on her face. Turns out, they hooked up anyway. Annoyed, I shoved my phone in my pocket. Standing at the stairwell, I exhaled heavily. Turning to enter the office, I bumped into someone. I looked up to see Sebastian standing there. Before I could speak, my advisor's angry voice rang out. "Clumsy all day long! Apologize to Mr. Sterling immediately!" The little old man pulled me aside, looking disdainful. Introducing me, "This is Annie, my underachieving student." My advisor didn't notice the weird vibe between us and continued, "Annie, this is Mr. Sterling. I invited him to give a guest lecture. For now, you'll be his TA, responsible for coordinating his schedule." Too much information. I froze for a few seconds before managing an "Okay." Only when we were alone in the office did he speak. "Lingerie model, business school student. Miss Zhou has quite the variety of identities." "Famous entrepreneur, guest lecturer. Mr. Sterling isn't doing too bad either." Sebastian chuckled low. Just then, another vision flashed before my eyes. Sebastian lifting me by the waist, placing me on the office desk to kiss me. My head tilted back, my right hand accidentally knocking over a succulent pot. Dirt spilled everywhere. The vision ended, and I was left wanting more. Although we'd met a few times, this was the first time I really observed Sebastian. Unlike Ben's flashy handsomeness, Sebastian was impeccably dressed, cold-faced, exuding an abstinent, elite aura. The contrast between reality and the vision was stark. My lips curved up involuntarily. I was kind of looking forward to it. What kind of change would make a man like this go crazy? While I was lost in thought, Sebastian spoke suddenly. "Does Ben know you go to school here? He didn't mention it last time." "Does it make a difference to you guys whether he says it or not?" Sebastian paused again, the smile in his eyes deepening. "So why be an online model? With your background, I would think an investment bank or securities firm would be more suitable." "You asked before. I need money." Sebastian raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. I didn't explain further. I really do need money. I foresaw my parents' deaths when I was young. Despite all efforts, I couldn't save them. That's when I knew the ability to "see the future" wouldn't change my life. Later, I lived with my grandma. Her health was poor, and I had to cover her hospital bills and my tuition. So starting in high school, I worked everywhere. Accidentally, photos of me selling clothes went viral, and I stumbled into modeling. Though many look down on it, it helped me go from nothing to where I am. It even put me through college.
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