I'm a professional scammer. I once posed as the "White Moonlight"—the first love—of a blind heir. I played the role for three years, gave birth to a child, and left. Five years later, I was running a fortune-telling stall. A kid walked up and handed me a thousand dollars. "I want to find out where my mom is." Just as I pocketed the cash, a woman rushed over. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." She looked familiar. I thought for a moment. Ah, it's the real White Moonlight of that blind heir. After a few seconds of silence. I took the money out and handed it back to the kid. "Your mom is here. Here's your money back." He didn't take the money. He just stared at me unblinkingly. "She's not the mom I'm looking for." 1 My hand froze in mid-air. A moment later, I turned to Sofia. "Kids will be kids. You should take the money." She took the cash and grabbed the boy's arm to leave. He bit her hand, snatched the thousand dollars back. "This is my allowance! You can't take it!" Sofia hissed in pain, glaring down at him. "Leo!" Then she caught herself, squatting down and softening her voice. "Be good, come home with Mommy. Daddy will be worried." "You guys ignore me anyway! Just go have another one!" Leo pushed her away, sat back down on the stool properly, and handed me the money again. Sofia sneered, giving me a meaningful look. "Fine, read his fortune. See if his mom still wants him." From her tone, Leo definitely knew she wasn't his biological mother. Did that mean Julian knew too? But when I left, I was still using Sofia's identity. My mind was a mess. But I kept a straight face, took the money, and asked Leo: "Do you know your birth date?" Of course I knew the answer. Ten months of pregnancy, a C-section, pain like I was being ripped apart. Hard to forget. "January 8th, 2020." He looked at me seriously. "Daddy said it was really cold that day." I remembered. It snowed that day. The hospital room and the world outside were all white. I always had poor circulation; even with the heater blasting, my hands and feet were freezing in winter. That night, Julian sat at the foot of the bed, warming my feet with his hands. He sat there all night. But he was warming Sofia, not Jane. I looked at the real Sofia standing in front of me and buried those memories deep down again. Then I pulled out some wooden sticks and pretended to calculate. After a while, I said, "You and your mom have no destiny together. Stop looking." Leo's lip quivered. "Liar." "Daddy said Mommy is in the place with the most liars." 2 I am indeed a good liar. A professional one. I've posed as parents, girlfriends, mistresses—always five-star reviews. I played online dating games, scammed guys out of a couple grand then broke up with them to teach them a lesson. I tricked rich kids into opening bottles worth tens of thousands at clubs. ... But the biggest con of my life... Was pretending to be Sofia and deceiving Julian for three years. Sofia went abroad, Julian chased after her, got into a car accident on the way, and went blind. He became depressed and withdrawn. Julian's parents couldn't stand it, so they found me to impersonate Sofia. To play the role perfectly, I went all in. Learned bass, adjusted my voice, learned to sing. Yes, they were musicians. The band was just getting famous when Sofia chose to study abroad. So they fell apart. The first time I saw Julian, he was sitting by a floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the shadows of trees outside. His eyes were lifeless. I imitated Sofia's tone and told him I was back. But I didn't expect his first sentence to be— "Why did you use an erhu in the intro of that demo?" I had imagined countless scenarios where I'd need to act. Crying together, fighting, a warm reconciliation. But never this. So, I stammered for a while and only managed to say: "To promote traditional culture." Silence fell. Julian tilted his head, confusion in his sightless eyes. Finally. He said, "I want to hear you sing. Our first song." I sighed in relief. Luckily, I had practiced every one of their songs thousands of times. I knew them by heart. Julian played the piano for me. Even blind, he played beautifully. He just couldn't see the sheet music anymore. When the song ended, he said: "You sang well. Better than before." 3 Whether Julian knew of my existence or not, I was a money-grubbing liar. I played his first love for money. I gave birth to a child for money. And for money, I left without looking back. I didn't deserve him. And I didn't deserve to be Leo's mom. Snapping back to reality, I said expressionlessly: "Then you should go to the police station. Lots of liars there." Leo's round, almond eyes suddenly turned red. He looked helpless. Sofia smirked. "Can we go now?" Leo reluctantly followed her. He kept looking back at me as he walked away. Looking so aggrieved. I lowered my head, packing up the wooden sticks and charts. Then I adjusted my white wig, limped away without looking back. After turning a corner, I hopped on my electric scooter. Zoomed away. They shouldn't have recognized me. I had never met Sofia. And I suppressed the urge to peek at Leo for five years. Plus, I was disguised as an old woman. Fortune tellers need to look old to be credible. So, I thought this was just a random encounter. Until the next day. Leo came back to my stall, pulled out a thousand bucks. "Calculate my mom's name." I hesitated and asked, "You come out alone every day? Doesn't your family care?" He shook his head. "Daddy went shopping with that woman. I snuck out." That woman? He didn't call Sofia "Mom." Was she bad to him? I thought about it for a long time, then took the money. Better with me than wasted. I shook the sticks and gave him an answer. "Your mom's last name is Jane. But the first name is hard to calculate." "Buy a Heavenly Charm from me, $6480, and I'll tell you right away." 4 This time, Leo was crying as Sofia dragged him away. Because I scammed all his toy money and didn't tell him the first name. He wailed as he left. "Waaaah, Mom really is a big liar waaah, my Transformers and Ultraman waaaah." He was definitely looking for me on purpose. But who told him I was his mom? Julian? Or his parents? But none of them had a reason to tell him. The kid's crying was loud. Other vendors cast scornful looks at me. I ignored them. Got on my scooter and left without looking back. I thought the little prince would give up. But for the next few days, he kept coming to my stall. Sending money. I moved east, moved west, even set up in front of a temple, couldn't shake him. The last time. He wore overalls and a little backpack, sat on my stool. "Big Liar, I want to live at your house." "..." I packed up quickly and pulled the stool out from under him. Leo landed on his butt. He stood up shakily, patted the dust off, and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. He was really good at playing the victim. Just like Julian sometimes. I pushed down the feeling in my heart, ignored him, and walked away. Rich kid out alone? Impossible without bodyguards. It's a trap. But after turning the corner, I didn't get on the scooter. I took a different path and watched Leo from afar. He stood there, hands clasped nervously, staring in the direction I left. Like an exquisite little figurine. His features looked like me, but his aura was more like Julian. The first time I saw him, my heart tugged involuntarily. Almost cried. But my acting has always been top-notch. Half an hour passed. Leo didn't leave, and no one from the Sterling family appeared. ...Is this how Julian treats his son? Because he knows he's not Sofia's child, he doesn't care? An indescribable bitterness surged in my heart. I stared at Leo for a long time, then finally walked back to him. "Let's go. Come home with me."
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