Everyone in our circle knew that Hayes had a "white moonlight"—a first love he couldn't forget. And I was just the paid girlfriend he kept on the side. I spent a year finally tying him down, but then his white moonlight suddenly returned from abroad. Hayes couldn't take his eyes off her. I was furious but helpless. To avoid being dumped, I decided to dump Hayes first and find someone hotter. Somehow, Hayes' best friend heard the news and offered: "One million a year, come with me?" Thinking about the awkwardness of seeing my ex all the time, I refused. "Three million." "Cough cough, um, let me think about it." "Five million." "Deal." I was happily packing my bags when Hayes, who had been standing at the door for who knows how long, caught me red-handed. He stared at me, sneered, and pulled out his belt: "Zoey, are you looking for a beating?!" 1 On Hayes' birthday, it was raining harder than the day I had to ask my dad for money in that soap opera. I braved the storm to buy him a birthday cake. When I got home, I found a woman standing at the door. "Excuse me, does Hayes live here?" I looked her up and down. Porcelain skin, silky hair, a face the size of my palm with minimal makeup, and big, bright, innocent eyes. Paired with a light white dress. She radiated purity. Alarm bells rang in my head. She was exactly Hayes' type. Most importantly, she knew Hayes' private address. I couldn't help but think of the "white moonlight" Hayes' friends talked about—the one he loved but couldn't have, who went abroad to study. I think her name was Sunny Song or something. Because of the "Sun" in her name, Hayes even got a small sun tattooed near his heart. Talk about whipped. I lowered my eyes, subconsciously puffing out my cheeks. Under her probing gaze, I said flatly: "He's gone." "G-gone?!" Her pretty eyes widened in disbelief. "You mean..." "He died." I lied without blinking. Sorry, sister. This is competition. There's no way I'm giving up Hayes, this walking ATM, to you. After a brief silence. "Who died?" A deep, pleasant voice cut through the rain from behind me. I froze. Crap. Caught red-handed spreading rumors about my sugar daddy's death. Will I survive tonight?! 2 Hayes got out of the car, his gaze locked on me. With a faint smile, he said: "Zoey, what good does my death do you?" He was so pissed at me that he didn't even spare a glance for the woman in the corner. I lowered my head, my voice weak: "No, I didn't say you..." Hayes snorted: "Three days without a beating and you're climbing the roof to tear off tiles. Just wait until tonight!" My heart skipped a beat. What to do, what to do. This "beating" definitely wasn't a normal one. Hayes had been busy with company matters lately, and I finally had a few days of peace. Seeing his "get everything back in one night" attitude, my bones started to ache. Just as I was brainstorming ways to make my sugar daddy happy so he'd go easy on me in bed, a figure suddenly rushed past me. Ignoring the fine rain, the woman threw herself into Hayes' arms. "Hayes, I missed you so much!" Her thin clothes were soaked, and she shivered from the cold. Truly pitiful. Hayes froze, looking surprised: "Sunny? Why... when did you come back?" Like the assistant holding the umbrella nearby, I watched the drama through the rain curtain. Hmph. The white moonlight he dreamed of day and night was right here. Stunned, huh? Tongue-tied, huh? Sunny pressed against Hayes' chest and smiled sweetly, then stood on her tiptoes and hooked her arms around his neck as if no one else was there: "What, aren't you happy I'm back?" Hayes paused, opened his mouth to say something, but realizing the assistant and I were still there, he cleared his throat: "Let's go inside first." 3 I slipped into the house before them and dashed back to my room. Since I got a bit wet, I took a hot shower. When I came out, I saw a missed call from Hailey. Hailey was my college roommate, Hayes' cousin, a genuine heiress. Optimistic, cheerful, easy to get along with. Loved to party, often taking me clubbing and drag racing behind Hayes' back. Calling me at this hour, she probably wanted to go out. I called her back. The call connected quickly: "Macho Muscle Party, same place, coming?" I sighed: "Can't go, Hayes is back." "My brother? Wasn't he on a business trip? He specifically said no birthday party this year. Tsk tsk, guess he wanted a romantic night with you." I scoffed: "You wish. He's chatting happily with Sunny downstairs right now. Nothing to do with me." Hearing Sunny's name, Hailey immediately dropped the teasing tone: "Holy crap, the Little White Lotus is back?!" "What was my brother's reaction?" "Reaction..." I dried my hair while recalling Hayes' expression. "Ever seen a dog looking at a meat bun? Pretty much like that. Couldn't take his eyes off her." Hailey cursed: "What's the plan? Want me to come over now and help you tear that white lotus apart?" "Please don't. If you touch her, your brother might silence us both." Hailey muttered: "After all these years, he still likes her that much?" Then she changed the subject: "It's okay, Zoey. Scumbags aren't worth it. I'll introduce you to someone better!" "Men are a dime a dozen. I can bring you a truckload. Looks, money, whatever you want, take your pick." Before I could answer, she hung up. I stared at the screen blankly. Would she really find me a man? Thinking about it, it didn't seem inappropriate. Hayes was deeply in love with Sunny. It wasn't bad for me to face reality sooner rather than later. Instead of hanging myself on his tree, I might as well explore the forest. 4 Honestly, it wasn't like I had no feelings for Hayes. I might seem carefree, like I don't care about anything, but I have a serious thing about first times. Hayes was my first. In my heart, he was somewhat special. I'd imagined a hundred endings with Hayes, all involving him getting bored and throwing a pile of money at me to get lost. Judging by the current situation, it was time for me to get lost. I looked around the room, thought for a moment, and decided to pack the most expensive jewelry first. No sooner said than done. I pinned up my hair, rolled up my sleeves, and walked straight to the safe. While entering the password, there was a knock on the door. When it opened, Hayes' overly handsome face appeared. He was really good-looking. The best-looking person I'd ever seen. Every time we slept together, I felt like I should be paying him. Since I was leaving anyway, I might as well look a few more times to get my money's worth. Thinking this, my gaze became bolder, as if trying to bore holes into his face. Seeing my lovestruck expression, Hayes paused, then raised an eyebrow at me. Tsk. Even handsomer. Just as I was enjoying the view, a head popped out from behind Hayes. "Um, you're Zoey, right?" "I'm Sunny Song. Have you heard of me?" I shifted my gaze to Sunny. Her eyes curved, dimples appearing on her cheeks. She was radiating kindness, but I felt an inexplicable provocation. Such high-level skills?! I froze slightly, only saying: "Hello, Miss Song." After that, I stopped looking at Sunny. Hayes was my sugar daddy. If I needed to talk, it was with him. I pursed my lips: "Hayes, I..." "Wifey." Just as I was formulating my final farewell, Hayes called me "Wifey," shocking me to my core.
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