I was a sugar baby for a billionaire heir in the city, but I didn't dare tell my family. When he drove me back to my village for the New Year, my brother caught us. Thinking fast, I lied and said he was just my Uber driver. My brother sneered. "You're amazing. You called a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce as an Uber?" "Is he your boyfriend?" "Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!" I went silent. Then I whispered three words. "He's my sugar daddy." 1 I've been with Julian Zhou for three years. I knew exactly what our relationship was: transactional. I was in it for his money and power. He was in it for my body. We had a tacit understanding never to cross the line. Until the last time we were intimate before the New Year. The man hovering above me suddenly spoke, his voice husky: "I'll drive you back to your hometown tomorrow?" The chaos inside me hit pause. I blinked my unfocused eyes, thoughts slowly returning. My gaze landed on his sharp, steady brows, trying to gauge my patron's intentions. Hmm. He didn't seem to be joking. I couldn't figure out why he would make such a strange request. But I knew the first rule of being a sugar baby was obedience. "Mmh, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Zhou." I replied with my usual politeness. Even though we were currently in a state of zero-distance intimacy. But a man's heart is a mystery. I don't know which word offended the usually silent eldest young master of the Zhou family, but the hand gripping my waist suddenly tightened. "Hiss—" I couldn't help but cry out in pain, wanting him to be gentle. Instead, he leaned down, lips brushing my earlobe, and said through gritted teeth: "No trouble. No trouble at all." "Miss. Zhu." 2 Julian seemed angry. He kept a cold face the whole way driving me the next day. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I stayed silent. I just turned my head, staring at his reflection in the car window. His profile was superior. Sweater sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing firm, tan forearms and a silver Montblanc watch on his wrist. That was the gift I bought him in our first month together when he transferred me $15,000. I got excited and splurged. To Julian, it was basically a dollar store item. Yet it was the watch he wore most often. I wasn't very sensible back then and inevitably got some ideas. I beat around the bush asking why he liked that watch so much. I hoped his answer would be related to me. But the next second, I heard him softly puncture my little fantasy. "Why ask that? Think I wear it so much because you gave it to me? Chloe Zhu, do you—" Julian didn't finish. But based on the indifference in his eyes, I automatically filled in the rest. He probably wanted to say: "Chloe Zhu, did you forget your place?" My face flushed red in an instant, a layer of sweat breaking out on my back. "Sorry, Mr. Zhou. I overstepped." I apologized awkwardly and humbly. The man didn't answer. He quietly looked at the documents his assistant brought over, not even sparing me a glance. That was my first, and last, transgression. 3 "Don't you know how to say something nice to coax me?" The man's sudden, aggrieved complaint snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him blankly. Didn't understand why I needed to coax him. But my mouth was faster than my brain. Compliments poured out by the basketful. "Mr. Zhou, it's so weird! Even with parental controls on, I'm still addicted to you!" "You look especially handsome from this angle! Wait, let me take a picture of you!" These were high-EQ lines for praising men I learned specifically online. Julian liked them. He stopped being mad at me every time I used them. I skillfully pulled out my phone to take his picture. But a message from Song Xu popped up on the screen. [Ji Rou is back. How long do you plan to occupy her spot?] My heart felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, bringing a vague pain. Ji Rou was Julian's arranged fiancée since childhood. They were supposed to get married three years ago, but Ji Rou refused and ran off abroad. Song Xu said Julian wanted to go after her but couldn't let go of his pride, eventually keeping me, a look-alike, as a mistress. Yes, I was also a substitute. Julian noticed my daze. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, family messaged asking when I'll arrive." I made up an excuse, raised my hand to snap a casual photo of him, and exclaimed emotionlessly: "Wow! So handsome even in a candid shot! Can I use this as my lock screen?" Julian coughed lightly and replied indifferently with two words. "Suit yourself." Might as well commit to the act. After changing my wallpaper, I stared at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the window and zoned out. Forgetting to remind him to stop at the village entrance. 4 So Julian's car parked steadily right at my doorstep. My brother, dressed in a navy blue padded jacket, was squatting at the door working. "Thank you, Mr. Zhou. Drive safe on the way back." With that, I turned around pretending to be calm, greeted my dark-faced brother Zhu Zhefeng, and blocked his view. "Yo, peeling chestnuts at home, big bro?" Zhefeng stood up, gaze landing on the black car turning around, and asked unkindly: "Who's that?" I pursed my lips, thinking fast: "Couldn't get a train ticket, called an Uber." Zhefeng sneered, mercilessly poking holes in my lie. "Chloe Zhu, you're really something. Uber sent a six-million-dollar Rolls-Royce?" "Is he your boyfriend?" "Tell him to get out here, let me have a word!" I choked, not knowing how to answer. Being a sugar baby isn't exactly something to brag about. Plus, Julian's status was too superior; I didn't dare tell my family about his existence. I only said I was in sales at a company with good benefits. But the car Julian drove today was just too flashy. I couldn't find an excuse. I could only hope Julian would finish turning around quickly and floor it out of my brother's sight. But he seemed to be working against me. Taking forever just to turn around. The road wasn't even that hard to drive on... Seeing my brother strutting forward like he owned the place, determined to say hi, I panicked and grabbed his clothes. Whispered three words. "He's my sugar daddy." My brother froze. Thinking I was joking. "Hey buddy! Can't say stuff like that! Or I'll beat you like a lion hunting an antelope!" I blinked, smiled lightly under his scrutinizing gaze: "Still couldn't fool you! He's my boss, kinda into me, currently pursuing me." Sugar daddy and boss... Uh. About the same to me, right? This answer was obviously much more credible. My brother visibly relaxed. Just as he was about to say something, a man's unhurried, clear voice came from behind. "Chloe Zhu." My body shook. Why hasn't Julian left yet? Did he hear what I said? I turned timidly to look at him. The tall, upright man stood a few steps away. A black slim-fit turtleneck outlined his muscular physique. His deep brown eyes stared at me intently: "I'm out of gas." My brain didn't process it for a second, letting out a dumb "Ah." My brother instantly realized something, spreading his arms to shield me like a mother hen: "Don't play dumb with me, we're both men! You just want to stay here, charm us, and force my sister to be with you, right? Let me tell you, no way! My sister, a top-tier beauty, has seen plenty of scheming suitors like you! The line stretches from our village to France! You know where France is?" "Bro, stop talking..." I stuffed a handful of peanuts into his mouth, looking at Julian awkwardly and nervously, terrified he'd blurt out our real relationship. Luckily. Julian just narrowed his eyes slightly, then stared at me with a half-smile: "I know. I even took Miss Zhu there." I pursed my lips. Memories flooded back. That trip to France, I barely left the hotel. Every corner of the presidential suite bore traces of Julian and me. He was a tireless maniac. Seeing my ears turn red, Julian knew what I was remembering. He wickedly continued: "Miss Zhu, did you find that trip to France—" he paused deliberately, "enjoyable?" Even though I was incredibly shy, I nodded frantically, wanting to turn the page on this and send this big shot away. "Enjoyable, very enjoyable! Mr. Zhou, your car is out of gas, right? I'll drive my convertible and take you to a hotel in town!" Now it was my brother's turn to be confused. "Our family is so poor, where's the convertible?" I calmly raised my hand, pointing to the tricycle in the yard: "Isn't that it?" Julian laughed in anger. This young master born with a silver spoon probably never expected such a trial at nearly thirty years old. Even my brother couldn't watch anymore. "It's minus five or six degrees. Taking that tricycle six kilometers to town? Tsk, sis, do you have a grudge against him?" "What else can we do? Besides the electric scooter, we only have this three-wheeled convertible." My brother looked at Julian, hesitated for a few seconds, then said: "Since you look somewhat decent, I'll reluctantly let you stay for a night. Get lost first thing in the morning! Hear me?" Seeing the plan worked, I quickly winked at Julian. He glanced at me, a smile rippling in his eyes, and nodded obediently. "Understood, brother." "Who the hell is your brother! Uh... can I borrow your car to take two photos later?"
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